Sorry, old classmate, I slept with your wife.

During college, I had a girlfriend, and we're married now. But her husband isn't me; he's a classmate from high school. What did it feel like to personally introduce my girlfriend to someone else back then? Now, thinking back on those painful memories, it all seems ridiculous. Maybe with more experience, the heart naturally becomes less sensitive, replaced by a numbness…

Not long ago, I took a business trip to H city in the north. I was prepared for the cold, but when I got off the train, I was still caught off guard by the dry, cold weather. The biting cold blew relentlessly into my bones; it was truly chilling. Fortunately, a former classmate came to pick me up at the station and gave me a warm hug, which at least made me feel warm inside.

"Long time no see~"

I finally managed to break free from my classmate's bear hug, a playful smile still on my lips, and turned to greet her with feigned ease.

She stood beside us, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Long time no see~"

Her voice sounded as light as a wisp of smoke, but the barely perceptible shyness at the corner of her lips caught my eye. In that instant, I felt a glimmer of familiar emotions, but against the cold, empty backdrop, this fleeting illusion evoked a sense of déjà vu.

The North is a place of bone-chilling cold, I used to think, but when I saw the steam rising from the hot pot, enveloping the area and slowly spreading across her smile, I immediately abandoned my previous notions. Because right there at that small table, I could feel a gradually melting warmth, like the bubbles rising from the pot, magically churning within me!

Old classmates reunited after so long, of course they were happy. They ordered a bottle of Moutai, determined to drink until they were completely drunk.

"Oh dear~ don't drink anymore~"

she said, clinging to her classmate's hand, seemingly unhappy.

"What are you afraid of? It's been so long since we've seen each other! Are you happy?"

My classmate said, pouring me a drink as she chatted.

"I can't refuse such hospitality,"

I replied with a smile, holding my glass and smiling back. But then she stepped on my foot hard. She glared at me, then reached for the bottle in my classmate's hand.

"Okay, okay, darling, drink less. Too much is bad for your stomach."

I finally managed to push the bottle away, and her gaze returned to me. That one glance was full of tenderness.

This reminds me of when I was in college, I once drank a whole bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for her and ended up in the hospital getting my stomach pumped. The look in her eyes when she looked at me at her bedside then was exactly the same as her expression now—that warm, reproachful look…

At the hot pot dinner, with glasses clinking and laughter filling the air, it was clear my classmate was trying his best to be a good host. However, he couldn't hold his liquor, and after a short while, he started rambling incoherently, picking up on embarrassing childhood memories to make fun of me:

“Hey~ remember? Back in class, you used the excuse of picking up erasers to tie a girl's shoelace to the chair leg. She was so anxious after class—she just couldn't stand up!”

This made everyone laugh, and I felt a little embarrassed, but my old classmate showed no signs of stopping. He just kept going, getting more and more excited!

"You're quite the flirt, sneaking around undoing someone's tank top behind their back, making that young girl run all over the hallway clutching her chest, heading straight for the bathroom! Anyone who didn't know better would have thought a teacher was trying to molest her! You..."

My old classmate pointed at me with a smile, her fingertips twitching back and forth. I secretly glanced over, and although I saw her covering her mouth while her smile still trembled, I still felt a little embarrassed.

"Is that so? I don't remember."

"Don't pretend!"

My old classmate waved her hand, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly lowered her head, asking in a low voice, "Hey, did you actually sleep with her later?"

"No, no!"

I hurriedly denied, glancing at her expression, which seemed to be curious as well.

"I remember you were quite the flirt back then, rumor has it that you even slept with our young Chinese teacher, is that true?"

"Nonsense! That's not true at all!"

Her smile vanished, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"But... my old Chinese teacher was so pretty... so pretty..."

My old classmate slumped on the table, only her left hand sticking out forlornly in front of her, swaying precariously. She was clearly drunk! Just then, her hand suddenly reached out. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was to wipe the stain from the corner of my mouth.

"Didn't know you were this naughty even as a child..."

Her words had a flirtatious tone, and I involuntarily took her hand and pressed it against my face. The smooth skin felt so familiar. I took a deep breath and looked at her intently.

"Let's go..."

I could see a moment of relief in her eyes, and in that instant, she seemed to melt away.

"Go... go... where to?"

I smiled, seeing her momentary panic, and unconsciously made my tone much more flirtatious.

"Take your husband home~"

"Ugh~"

She pulled her hand away and glared at me. My old classmate next to me was already fast asleep...

I helped her carry her husband upstairs. This old classmate was quite overweight, and it was really hard to carry her. I finally made it to the door, but I was already covered in sweat! Along the way, she wiped my sweat and scouted ahead. Her intoxicating fragrance wafted from her flowing hair, lingering around my nose, making me feel so itchy~

Standing in front of the door, I could hear the key turning in the lock very clearly. In the quiet of the night, many thoughts hidden deep in my heart were stirring. So I don't know why, but in this situation, I felt that the back of her as she unlocked the door was so sexy.

Her alluring curves swayed beautifully in front of me, elegant beyond compare, but before I could even admire them, the hallway light turned off, much to my dismay. In the darkness, I suddenly felt a urge to reach out and touch those curves, but before I could act on it, the light came back on, accompanied by the sound of a door opening…

I finally managed to settle my old classmate on the sofa, then plopped down beside her, finally able to relax and catch my breath. She brought me a glass of water, which I drank in one gulp, but my throat still felt dry.

Slowly, the air grew heavy, with only my old classmate's soft snoring filling the somewhat awkward atmosphere. I hesitated for a long time before finally suggesting leaving.

“Um… I’m leaving now… Take good care of him…”

“You’re leaving?”

She rushed over to see me off, but leaned against the door, her amorous eyes fixed on me, her voice barely audible.

"Let's stay a little longer~"

"Huh?"

"I mean, I have something for you~"

"What is it?"

I continued to play dumb~

"Ugh~"

She glared at me, then ran to the bedroom, rummaged through the drawers for a while, and hurriedly came back, handing me a condom.

"There are too many left at home~ can you help me use them~"

She acted like a little bird, making my penis hard and burning with desire. An impulse made me rush forward to kiss her without thinking~

"No~ aren't you leaving?"

"If I leave~ how~ can I~ help you use them~"

I savagely stuck my tongue into her mouth, playing a seductive game with her fragrant tongue. Of course, my two hands weren't idle either, one gently kneading her white and tender breasts, and the other directly entering her secret garden below.

She finally succumbed, collapsing softly into my arms. I tried to massage her vulva with the same frequency and force as before, carefully feeling the faint rhythm of her opening, its contractions and relaxations, its loosening and tightening, just like the disordered breathing from her mouth, all of which lingered on my gentle fingertips, flowing gently.

Through this caress, I was surprised to find that she hadn't changed at all over the years. Although she appeared pure and innocent on the surface, she exuded a myriad of charms from within.

We rummaged through each other's clothes, stumbling and rolling onto the bed, naked and embracing. The soft silk bed felt wonderful. The man who should have been sleeping there was now snoring on the living room sofa, his even snoring like aphrodisiacs, making her moan even more excited. She kept exclaiming,

"Oh my god~ so much water~"

"My pussy~"

"Oh~ so much~"

I was quickly aroused by her, so I hurriedly put on a condom and eagerly began to conquer, thrusting my penis straight into her watery cave.

"Do you want my little cock, your little sister, your little slut~"

she moaned, her lipstick practically dripping with honey.

"Then fuck my little cunt, mmm~"

I could tell she really wanted it now, but then, unexpectedly, I pulled my cock out, causing her to moan softly:

"Don't take it out like that, it'll fall out~ it'll fall out~"

I ignored her and gently leaned over her ear from behind, slowly blowing air into her ear.

"Want to fuck a few times?"

She didn't answer, so I pressed her down and thrust my already rock-hard cock back in.

"No~"

She only made a token protest before falling silent.

I straddled her, trying to control the rhythm, feeling her breathing. After thrusting in and out for a while with varying depths, I finally heard her muffled moan:

"Oh~ so hard~"

"I can't take it anymore~"

It was the kind of sound that dared not be expressed loudly, yet couldn't help but hold back, but it sounded particularly pleasant amidst the surrounding snoring.

I was losing control, so I decisively changed positions, lifting her off the bed and caressing her breasts from behind. I rubbed my slightly stubbled chin against her delicate neck, the dry friction eliciting a series of coquettish whimpers from her:

"You're so naughty~"

She twisted her body, trying to escape, but I subdued her with a deep thrust. In the ensuing storm of thrusts, she could only moan softly, unable to utter a single clear word.

I caressed every smooth inch of her body with my hands, savoring the every contraction and relaxation of her opening with my penis, feeling every breath she took. Gradually, I seemed to find the woman I used to be—a woman willing to fully enjoy physical pleasure, a seductive woman in bed who could make any man willingly exhaust himself.

Perhaps I was feeling too intensely, because the otherwise pleasant atmosphere was slightly disrupted by an unintentional thrust.

"Ugh~ So annoying~ So annoying~ So annoying~ I'm infected~ This time~"

Her slightly annoyed scream surprised me; the condom had accidentally fallen in.

"Now we're doomed again~"

"No~"

I casually brushed it off, but she pressed on.

"I said I~ might be infected again~"

"Your condom was stuck in my ass~"

She looked so serious, it was incredibly cute. We had repeated this scene countless times back then, but so many years had passed, and her unintentional complaint still included the word "again," after all, she had been married for so many years! When those sordid memories came out of her mouth as if they were yesterday, how could my cock not get hard?

So you little slut, all these years, you've been thinking about me!

Without hesitation, I pounced on her again, hooked the condom out of her vagina with my fingers, and thrust my shaft straight into her.

"That way you won't get infected~"

Hearing her obedient "Mmm," the feeling of fucking her suddenly became clearer.

"Does it feel good?"

I started teasing her with words.

"It feels good~"

"Just like before, thrust~"

I lifted her long, white legs, grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and forcefully thrust into her gushing, lustful opening~

"Yes~ Yes~"

She responded quickly, her seductive voice satisfying my heart, but the muffled groans and snoring around me constantly reminded me of my current situation, so I desperately buried my head in my work, just wanting to go back to the past, back to the 50 yuan a night brothel back then!

"Call me husband to thrust~"

She was already aroused, her hungry expression making her look like she was at my mercy.

"Husband~ fuck me~"

"Husband~ I want it~ husband~"

Looking at her completely open, fully enjoying her seductive eyes, I always felt that something was missing.

"I won't thrust~"

Actually, I just wanted to see her lustful eyes when she was unsatisfied.

"Hurry up~ hurry up~"

"Like this~ fuck me hard~ thrust me hard~"

Her two fair legs desperately hooked around my neck, begging me to fuck her.

"I won't thrust~ I won't thrust~"

"I need you~"

"I~ won't~ thrust~"

"Thrust me hard~ husband~"

Her sweet pleas almost melted my bones. I held my breath, just to continue teasing her:

"Do you want it?"

"Yes~"

"Do you love your husband?"

"Yes~"

Her hazy eyes held a pool of shallow spring water, her white teeth gently touching her rosy lips, her shy and wanton moans could intoxicate any normal man.

"Thrust harder~ thrust harder~"

Following her thoughts, I thrust in hard several times, a blissful sensation surging through her body, so intense that the tips of her fingers dug into my palms, trembling deeply.

"Wife~ Aren't you enjoying it~?"

"Ah~ Ah~ Oh~ Oh~ Husband~ Husband~ Fuck me~"

With her rapid moans, I increased my pace, thrusting again and again, making "slap slap" sounds, eliciting her moans and disrupting my own chaotic thoughts. Her flushed cheeks, pink breasts, and throbbing opening seemed to change too quickly, so I suddenly stopped, wanting to stay and savor the sensation.

"I'm not giving in anymore~"

"Ah~ Faster~ Faster~ Almost there~ Almost there~"

Her impatience for climax revealed her most primal desires.

"Hurry up~ Ten more thrusts~"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Okay, that's it~"

I obediently thrust ten times, but was met with her dissatisfied reproach:

"Ugh~ So annoying~"

She frowned slightly, her breath still carrying the uncontrollable rhythm, this familiar expression awakened my long-dormant longing, enticing my penis to continue plowing inside her body.

"Are you there yet~"

"Almost~ One minute~ Don't say anything, I'll be there~"

Her lower mouth was tightly closed, the circles of tender buds inside making me dizzy with excitement.

"Harder~ Thrust harder~"

I felt the warm hole inside begin to tremble and contract, stimulating my glans to twitch in waves.

"Husband~ We're here~ Husband~ Husband~"

"Husband~ Fuck me~ Fuck me~"

Her rapid calls made my penis grow even thicker, and the pleasure of friction became even more intense. Waves of indescribable beauty tore out of her throat, the most desired sounds from the depths of her soul:

"Husband~ Fuck me to death~"

"Husband~ Fuck my little cunt~"

Her vagina clung tightly to my glans, her whole body trembling as if electrocuted!

"Are you here yet?"

"I'm here~ I can't take it anymore."

I gently stroked her nipples, quietly feeling her peaceful and soothing breaths as she slowly returned to the ground from the peak of orgasm.

"Honey~ I love you~"

She nestled contentedly against my chest, her soft hair exuding a faint fragrance. I quietly savored this fleeting tenderness. The moon outside the window was full, and the snoring from the living room was undisturbed…

The next day, at the train station to see me off, my old classmate's憨憨的笑笑 (simple and honest smile) still seemed so warm against the cold northern sky. She stood beside me, clinging to my arm like a little bird, without making a sound. Just before I left, she casually reminded me,

"Remember to come visit often~"

But this seemingly ordinary, polite remark left me with a lingering sense of longing on the way home.

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