My friend's big-breasted wife

Su Zongyou is my best friend and an old classmate from elementary school all the way to junior high. Although we went our separate ways after graduating from university, we still keep in touch. Three years ago, we both got married. Since we're still working hard, we don't plan to have children yet, and both couples are still living as couples. Because we're neighbors and live close by, we often visit each other after marriage. The two wives have become so familiar with each other that they treat each other like family. Sometimes his wife cooks some delicious dishes and invites us over for dinner; sometimes my wife, Azhen, makes some snacks and we bring some over for them to try.
Su Zongyou's wife is named Yanqin. She has an exceptionally exaggerated figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks, especially her breasts, which can only be described as "huge breasts." Judging by sight, they are at least 36F or larger. The number of lecherous glances she attracts on the street is definitely second to none. She had long, shoulder-length hair, a pointed chin, and arched eyebrows. When she smiled, her friends said she looked somewhat like the mainland actress Gong Li. During casual conversations, the two couples would occasionally drift into suggestive topics, and Yanqin's large breasts were often the subject of our jokes. Privately, I even joked with Zongyou, "Hehe, your wife's breasts are truly exquisite. If I had the chance to touch them, it would be a real eye-opener!" Every time I said that, Zongyou would jokingly reply, "Isn't your wife's slender waist also incredibly alluring? Sometimes when I think about you two being intimate in bed, Ah Zhen's slender waist..." Down there, twisting and turning, and to be honest, although we're quite familiar with each other, none of us take these flirtatious exchanges between men seriously, and no one would be foolish enough to tell their wives directly. Honestly, when I hear other men praising my wife, even if there's a hint of ambiguity in their words, I can't help but feel secretly pleased. But lately, I've started to notice my wife's behavior has become a bit strange. One or two days a week, she doesn't come home until almost dawn, and she doesn't answer her phone. When she gets home, she rushes into the bathroom to shower without even changing her clothes.
She says she went to karaoke with her girlfriends, and maybe the noise was too loud for her to hear. The phone rang, and I was exhausted after a night of partying, so I quickly showered and went to bed. I didn't take her explanation too seriously; after all, having a social life isn't a bad thing. I just couldn't understand it. She always gets pop song titles wrong, so why would she suddenly be interested in karaoke? Gradually, rumors started to reach my ears. A friend said they saw my wife and Zongyou shopping together, behaving very intimately; soon after, someone else came to report that they saw them holding hands as they walked out of a hotel catering to couples.
I gradually realized the seriousness of the problem. Although I comforted myself that they had mistaken me for someone else, I couldn't help but go to Zongyou's house one night when my wife went out to karaoke to verify. As expected, Zongyou wasn't home; only his wife, Yanqin, was home watching TV. I told her everything I had heard. At first, Yanqin thought I was overthinking it and suspecting her husband and my wife of having an affair. However, when I listed the times Ah Zhen had gone out to karaoke all night in the past few weeks, which coincided with the days when Zongyou "worked overtime at the company" until dawn, I had to re-evaluate the fidelity of our spouses.
I truly couldn't believe that my wife, whom I'd only been married to for three years, had cheated on me so quickly, and with my best friend and confidant of many years. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to me. Although we were always joking around without restraint, when those jokes turned into reality, the disappointment, frustration, and bewilderment I felt were indescribable.
Yanqin was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked me, "Did Zongyou tell you that he's going to Singapore for a three-day business trip the day after tomorrow?" My mind went blank for a moment, and I stared at her with wide eyes: "What? Ah Zhen just signed up for a three-day trip to Singapore with her group of girlfriends, also departing the day after tomorrow!" Everything was too coincidental. Every clue pointed to the fact that my confidant had already slept with my wife. It seemed that the rumors outside were not unfounded. A scene of adultery gradually surfaced in my mind: Zongyou was holding my wife's buttocks, fulfilling his husbandly duties, thrusting his thick penis forcefully into her vagina, while my lovely wife swayed her slender waist in front of him, welcoming her husband's friend's wanton rape.
I could even imagine that when they both reached orgasm, Zongyou would ejaculate deep into my wife's vagina without any hesitation, because he knew that I, like him, was temporarily not having children for the sake of my career, and therefore both of our wives were taking birth control pills, so even if he ejaculated inside her, there would be no worries.
Perhaps Yanqin was also thinking of a similar scene at this moment; although she remained silent, a tear was clearly glistening in her eyes. I sat down next to Yanqin and pulled her into my arms to show my sympathy and comfort. She held my hand tightly and nestled against my chest. The two of us, suffering from the same pain, saw each other as a pillar of support, like drowning people suddenly grasping at a straw.
That night, Yanqin and I spent our time in helplessness, despair, and silence. Looking at her large breasts, which heaved with anger, I was overwhelmed with emotion. My own wife's small breasts had been squeezed and kneaded by Zongyou countless times, yet his wife's enormous breasts were right in front of me, and I could only admire them but not touch them. Heaven was so unfair to me. Two
more days passed quickly. At noon, my wife wouldn't let me take her to the airport, saying she would meet up with her girlfriends first before we left together. I pretended to understand and didn't insist, and casually saw her into a taxi before going home. Sitting listlessly on the living room sofa, my mind raced with restless thoughts. One moment my mind was filled with images of my wife and best friend passionately entwined in bed, the next with Yanqin's heaving breasts… Whether it was the strange stimulation of my wife's infidelity or the irresistible allure of my friend's wife's large breasts, my penis unconsciously hardened in my pants.
A filthy thought slowly formed in my mind: Zongyou, since you slept with my wife, then I'll make sure your wife's womb receives the baptism of my semen! Only in this way can I erase my shame, only in this way can I extinguish my lust, only in this way can we be even! I rang Zongyou's doorbell next door. Yanqin opened the door as usual to welcome me in. Perhaps we both knew that the other's spouse was currently embracing and going on vacation, and we could even imagine that tonight in a hotel bed in Singapore, the two of us would be locked in passionate lovemaking. Yanqin and I both looked a little awkward, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding mentioning what had happened that day.
Yanqin brought me a cup of fragrant tea and invited me to sit on the sofa. She sat down on another chair and silently watched TV with me. The plot on the screen didn't register with me at all; my mind was filled with images of two naked worms performing a pornographic scene. How many times would they have sex in these three days? At least four or five times, maybe more, six? Or seven? I believe that the adulterous couple would only be satisfied when my wife's vagina was filled with Zongyou's semen.
The lewd fantasies in my mind were making my blood boil, and my little brother began to rise. I glanced at Yanqin; her proud breasts looked even bigger from the side, making my lower body even more aroused. I stood up and stood behind her, holding her shoulders, and asked, "Qin, Zongyou isn't home. Don't you feel lonely all alone?"
I deliberately said this in a provocative way, hitting the nail on the head. First, to drive a wedge between her and Zongyou, and second, to make Yanqin resent her husband for cheating on her with my wife. If this made her want to retaliate, she might cheat on me and have an affair with me too, then I could take advantage of the situation and fulfill my long-cherished wish.
Yanqin turned around and smiled, saying, "Men prioritize their careers. Being busy at work means his boss values him! Besides, I'm used to being home alone. Watching TV and surfing the internet kills the time."
Seeing that she still didn't want to face reality, I tried to stir up her sore spot again: "Yeah, of course your husband is busy! He has to work during the day and be intimate with my wife at night!" As I spoke, my hands reached lower and lower, gradually approaching her large, fleshy breasts. This touched a nerve, and Yanqin's face immediately darkened. She said softly, "You men are so fickle. If I had known Zongyou was such a womanizer, I wouldn't have married him!" Her lingering trauma...
"Hehe! If she doesn't marry him, then I have a chance, don't I?" Without another word, I lifted her skirt, and my ten fingers immediately gripped her two large breasts, playing with them wantonly in my palms. Yanqin was wearing a blue knee-length dress today, which I had now lifted up to below her neck, completely exposing her white bra embroidered with light blue lace flowers. Her breasts were unbelievably large; I could only grasp half of them with my whole hand. I simply kneaded her breasts forcefully while pushing the bra down, freeing her breasts from their confinement, allowing me to fondle them at will.
"No...don't do this...let go..." Yanqin said, twisting her body from side to side, trying to escape my invasion, but judging from the strength of her struggle and her expression, I knew that this resistance was merely an instinctive act of modesty; she wasn't actually disgusted, and I guessed she was even quite looking forward to it. Once a woman's jealousy erupts, who knows what kind of revenge she might take against her unfaithful husband.
I cupped her large breasts, kneading and rubbing them from side to side, occasionally pinching and twisting her nipples with my fingers. Yanqin, aroused by my teasing, began to stir restlessly, moaning softly, her buttocks swaying uncontrollably on the chair, so much so that her panties were pulled askew to one side, stuck on her labia majora, her entire vulva exposed without her realizing it. Gradually, Yanqin finally succumbed to my "five-finger magic," no longer struggling in vain, but automatically thrusting her breasts forward so I could play with them at will. Her hazy, seductive eyes flashed with lust, and her grape-sized nipples hardened and protruded. My best friend's wife had abandoned all concerns about cheating. Now that her two large breasts were in my grasp, it seemed I could take the next step.
As I continued to caress her breasts, I moved around to face her, preparing for my next move. Unexpectedly, no sooner had I stood still than she impatiently reached out to remove my shirt. I was delighted that the beauty had offered herself so readily, and of course, I cooperated fully, arching my back to let her pull the shirt over my head. Then I pressed my genitals against her, my hard penis already bulging in my pants, a clear indication of the second step she was about to take.

The large tent-like bulge in my crotch seemed to have a great attraction for Yanqin. She placed her hand on it, touched it, and then, quite knowingly, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down by the waistband, and my erect penis instantly sprang to life before her.
Yanqin looked up at me, gave a shy and charming smile, and slowly reached between my legs to grasp my penis, then gently began to stroke it up and down. I pulled her head closer to my crotch, and Yanqin lowered her head, first licking the glans a few times with the tip of her tongue, then taking the entire penis into her mouth.
While enjoying my old friend's wife giving me oral sex, I also fueled her desire, constantly squeezing and kneading her breasts in my palms, shaping them into various forms. Yanqin hummed "woo... woo..." through her nose, diligently swallowing and spitting out my penis, making it even harder, thicker, and longer, with veins bulging around the foreskin, warming up for conquering her final stronghold.

I reached down to touch her genitals; a trickle of lubricating fluid had already overflowed. It was time. I casually pulled down her panties, first rubbing her clitoris, and when she couldn't help but wriggle her hips, I inserted my fingers into her vagina and moved them in and out a few times. Yanqin immediately groaned, "Ah... ah..." Hehe, who would have thought that this usually dignified and virtuous friend's wife would turn into such a thirsty slut when she gets wild!
Zongyou, my good old friend, my best buddy, when you're having so much fun in bed with my wife right now, do you ever think that I'm doing the same thing to your wife? When we were in school, we often shared a bento box and fruit brought from home. How could I have imagined that even our wives would benefit from each other, satisfying each other's sexual needs?
I made Yanqin stand up, and I sat in her chair, then I told her to turn around and sit on my penis in a riding position. Yanqin was already aroused by me, and she was completely compliant with my instructions, willing to risk everything. I was afraid that if I suddenly changed my mind and didn't want to have sex with her, she wouldn't let me go! Yanqin obediently turned around and leaned closer, her buttocks raised. Only then could I properly admire her vulva. I had been so focused on playing with her large breasts that I realized her cunt was also my favorite type. Her vulva was completely bare, with only a small tuft of pubic hair on her genitals. The rest of her vulva was smooth and clean, like a little girl's. Her labia minora were tightly pressed together. It seemed that Zongyou had been so busy working on my wife's cunt that he had neglected to water her.
I lowered her and used my fingers to spread her labia minora. Wow! A pool of white, lustful fluid had already accumulated at the entrance of her vagina. If she squatted down slightly, my erect penis would immediately, with the help of the lubrication, plunge straight into the heart of the matter, entering Zongyou's private domain for a swim.
I supported Yanqin's weight by holding her buttocks, while she guided my penis to her vaginal opening with her hands. Then, she slowly sat down, taking my thick penis inch by inch into her vagina. Oh! In an instant, a warm and soft vaginal wall surrounded my penis, making me groan softly, "Mmm..." I couldn't help but thrust upwards to speed up the penetration.
When my penis was fully inside, and the tip of my hard glans touched the soft clitoris at the end of Yanqin's vagina, we both gasped in pleasure. I held Yanqin's buttocks to prevent her from starting to stroke me, wanting to enjoy the tight, wonderful feeling inside her vagina a little longer. I wondered if my wife's vagina, used so often by Zongyou and me, wasn't as tight as it was during our honeymoon, while Yanqin's vagina, neglected for so long, remained so fresh and tender. It seemed there was a reason for that.
I released my hands from Yanqin's buttocks and moved them up to her breasts, kneading her large, fleshy mounds. Yanqin seized the opportunity and began to move up and down, her vagina swallowing my penis. Waves of pleasure spread from our point of contact to each other, and the melodious sounds of "plop...plop..." filled the air. So this is what having an affair feels like; no wonder Zongyou is so obsessed with my wife's body.
The pleasurable sensations from my penis kept increasing, making me unconsciously squeeze Yanqin's large breasts tighter and tighter. The long-awaited sexual pleasure made Yanqin close her eyes comfortably, bite her lips, and thrust her hips wildly, trying to reach orgasm as quickly as possible through the intense friction of our genitals. My kneading of her breasts inadvertently catalyzed Yanqin's pursuit of orgasm. Her moans, rising and falling, began to escape her lips: "Ah...so good...why are you only coming to me now...I can't taste...your big cock sooner...oh...so thick...so long...it feels so good...fuck me...fuck me harder...you're my real husband...fuck me to death...ah..."

Yanqin became increasingly wanton and slutty with each thrust. She was no longer the wife of my best friend I knew; she was a sex machine solely focused on gratifying her lust, a wanton slut subservient to a man's cock. The lustful fluid seeping from her vagina continuously seeped from the gap between our joined genitals, flowing down my penis to my scrotum. Her vagina began to twitch, squeezing and gripping my penis with each thrust; it seemed she was on the verge of orgasm.
Sure enough, after another thirty or forty thrusts, Yanqin cried out, "Oh my god...it feels so good...your cock is hitting my G-spot...I'm going to cum...um...um...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to die...you've made me come...fuck me harder...fuck me faster...ooh...I'm coming...I'm coming..."
I held Yanqin's buttocks, matching her rising and falling rhythm, thrusting my cock upwards with all my might, making her vagina slap loudly, her juices splashing everywhere, making her orgasm even stronger and longer, until she was almost completely limp on my body.

During her orgasm, Yanqin's vagina spasmed, giving my cock a series of alternating tight and loose kneading sensations, while her cervix pressed tightly against my glans, making a sucking motion, causing my ejaculation to loosen, and I could no longer hold back, my scrotum brimming with semen, about to burst forth.
Ignoring Yanqin's lingering ecstasy as she lay limp on top of me, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, I told her to lift her buttocks and quickly pull my penis out, suppressing the urge to ejaculate. Although filling Yanqin's vagina with my semen was my long-cherished dream, after this encounter, she was mine to have as many opportunities as I wanted. Right now, I was only lusting after her large breasts, desperately wanting to use those two mounds of flesh to sandwich my penis and give her a milk cannon, to taste what it felt like to have my friend's wife's huge breasts used for breast sex.
I stood up in front of Yanqin, pointed to her breasts, then to my penis. She immediately understood what I wanted to do, and without a word, she obediently knelt between my legs, cupping my swollen, almost bursting penis between her two large breasts, then laboriously squeezing her breasts together, using the deep cleavage formed by her breasts to envelop my entire penis.
Yanqin's enormous breasts were truly something else; my huge penis could easily fit inside them. Luckily, the foreskin was covered in her vaginal fluid, so sliding up and down between her breasts felt like the piston-like motion I'd just experienced inside her vagina. It wasn't dry or difficult to move at all, and it even had a unique flavor.
Yanqin had just climaxed and was feeling weak all over, not wanting to move at all. But to please me, she still tried her best to serve me carefully as I instructed. She gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing my penis between them and moving it up and down. As the glans emerged from her cleavage, she even licked the crown of my penis a few times with the tip of her tongue. The sensation of my entire penis being stimulated was so pleasurable that I trembled all over.
I was already on the verge of ejaculation when I was fucking her pussy earlier, and now this has pushed my suppressed desire to the brink again. My semen was churning and churning inside her, my penis was so swollen it felt like it was about to explode, the glans like a peeled red egg, the hard, swollen crown constantly rubbing against Yanqin's two engorged nipples as we moved in and out.
Our breathing became rapid in unison, and Yanqin moaned softly, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." as she grabbed her large breasts and rubbed them hard, which increased the pleasure from the friction between her breasts and my penis, and also gave my penis, which was sandwiched between us, even greater stimulation, pushing our sexual exchange to its peak.
"Qin...I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum..." With a muffled groan, my penis immediately convulsed violently, and I quickly pulled my penis out of her cleavage. Yanqin also cupped her breasts, ready to receive the baptism of semen. I quickly pulled my foreskin back, feeling a sharp pain in my lower back and a tingling sensation in my glans. Several large spurts of hot semen shot out like arrows from my urethra, heading straight for Yanqin's smooth, full breasts.
The scene before me was utterly obscene: my best friend's wife's white breasts were crisscrossed with streams of my still-steaming semen, while residual semen continued to spurt from my glans. Most arousingly, when the semen dripped from her nipples, it looked like milk seeping from them—who would have thought it was the essence left behind by a man other than her husband after having sex with her?
I gripped my still-erect penis, smearing the semen from Yanqin's breasts everywhere, covering my rival's wife's entire breasts with my semen, which reflected a lewd yet pleasing glow under the light.
A passionate breastjob reignited Yanqin's desire. She writhed uncontrollably, rubbing her enormous breasts against my lower abdomen, moaning softly, "Mmm, ahh," expressing her burning lust and yearning for more comfort.
I pulled Yanqin into my arms, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately as we walked towards the bedroom. Gently placing Yanqin on Zongyou's large bed, I pounced on her. We rolled around tightly, embracing tightly. My penis, still semi-erect from ejaculation, was already being stroked by Yanqin, who eagerly reached out and began to masturbate, trying to restore its erection as quickly as possible so she could give her unbearably itchy cunt a good good pounding. That night, I fulfilled my husband's duties in my best friend's bed, fucking his wife until she was in ecstasy, experiencing one orgasm after another. The sheets were covered in sticky semen, and the loud moans and cries of pleasure only gradually subsided around dawn. Yanqin's vagina, breasts, and lips were all covered in my thick semen. We only fell asleep in each other's arms when my penis could no longer get hard.
During the three days my wife and Zongyou were having their tryst in Singapore, I never left his house. Yanqin and I lived together like a real couple, too lazy to put on clothes. We ate, watched TV, flirted, and made love naked day and night
. On the last day, I did something even Zongyou had never tried before, finally conquering his wife's last stronghold. Besides her vulva, mouth, and breasts, her previously untouched back garden also fell into my hands. Perhaps when Zongyou returns tomorrow, he will still be smug about my wife going on a secret tryst with him in another city. Heh, he never dreamed that in such a short time, his wife would also become my subject.

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