A passionate encounter with my friend's wife

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Near the end of the workday, I received a call from my wife saying she was going shopping with Sister Zhao and wouldn't be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The child was staying with her mother, and she told me not to wait for her. I mumbled something and hung up. Around midnight, there weren't any good TV programs, so I went to sleep.

Actually, lying in bed, I started fantasizing about Sister Zhao, the wife of my good friend Jia. She's in her early thirties, a year older than me, so my wife and I both call her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she's a mother, but her figure is still like that of a young unmarried woman. She has fair skin, isn't very tall, but is very beautiful.

Especially when she wears low-waisted pants, the curves of her lower body are revealed. Her round, short buttocks aroused a strong desire to penetrate her, though I always felt ashamed before my friends and my wife. But when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moaning in bed, which doubled my excitement. Naturally, Sister Zhao became the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies.

I don't know what time it was, but I was interrupted by my wife getting into bed, lost in my fantasies. My throbbing erection from the previous fantasies made me hug my wife's back, one hand gently caressing her breasts, the other stroking her genitals.

"Stop it, I want to sleep!" my wife said, a little annoyed.

"What's wrong? Who bothered you again? I don't care if I play or not!" I was quite angry; my good mood had been dampened. I didn't say anything, got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood.

On the way, I didn't know where to go. I happened to see an adult store with a prominent advertisement that read: No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity! I took a look and became interested. Actually, I'd always thought my wife might be frigid, but buying some kind of aphrodisiac from these small shops seemed risky. It wouldn't matter if it didn't work, but if it caused her death, that would be a real problem. But seeing this advertisement today—no medication needed? I was curious.

Since it was near my own neighborhood, and I didn't want to run into anyone I knew, I thought I'd look elsewhere. I drove all the way to the city center before finding another shop that sold it. I parked, but didn't rush in. I observed first; it was my first time in such a shop, and I felt a little embarrassed. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man around forty, so I hesitated to go in.

"Sir, do you have this thing advertised outside? Does it work?" I asked, keeping my head down as much as possible to avoid running into acquaintances.

"Is it a man or a woman who's frigid?" the middle-aged man asked quite gently.

"Um, it's a woman."

"Oh, you can try this. It's not expensive, only 100 yuan." The man turned and placed a package on the counter.

Maybe I thought it was cheap, or maybe I was too nervous, but I put the money down, grabbed the items, and quickly left the store. Once in the car, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if I'd just completed a difficult task. Now that I was alone in the car, I could finally open it and slowly see what was inside.

Just as I put the bags on my lap, my eyes lit up. I saw a familiar figure—a prominent chest, a high, round bottom—that familiar figure! It was Sister Zhao! My first instinct told me, and upon closer inspection, I knew it was her! My sex goddess!

She was wearing a light-colored tight-fitting blouse and a light-colored pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags. She'd probably just come from a bar and was about to hail a taxi. Without thinking much, I immediately drove up to her and gently honked the horn.

She awkwardly bent down to look into the car, and that's when I realized she seemed to have been drinking; her fair face was flushed with alcohol. After looking at me for a while, she probably recognized me, and her suspicious expression vanished instantly.

She smiled and said, "It's you! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you." "Going home?! I'll take you!" I said, anxiously waiting for her reply.

Perhaps to avoid trouble, she straightened up and looked around. It seemed late, and a taxi hadn't appeared yet, so she said, "Oh, thank you for your trouble."

Sister Zhao got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and put her things in the back seat. I smelled a faint perfume on her. I glanced at her sideways, and that's when I noticed that her shirt was unbuttoned up to the third button. Through the loose collar, I could see the upper part of her fair, full breasts and a deep cleavage. Perhaps she had been drinking, as she didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly became erect, and because of my pants, it hurt painfully. To avoid being discovered, I decided to change the subject and started making irrelevant remarks: "You didn't drive out today?"

But Sister Zhao didn't answer me. She glanced at me sideways. Usually, our two families would go out together, so this was the first time it was just the two of us sitting together. I felt we were both a little uncomfortable, and she probably had something on her mind and didn't notice me talking to her. So, we didn't say another word in the car. After about ten minutes, the car stopped downstairs at her apartment building. I offered to take her home, but she said no. I was still worried: "You've been drinking, let me take you up!"

"Really, no need, I can manage myself, really." I noticed she was very downcast, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. I thought it was good; it would be harder for her to vent if I was there.

"Then I'll ask Jia to come down and pick you up!" I was still a little uneasy.

"He's away on a business trip."

I seemed to know where the problem lay. Jia often used business trips as an excuse to cheat on his wife with other women; Sister Zhao must have found out. Now I felt there was nothing I could do to help, so I quickly avoided the situation to avoid being questioned later. I hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go back now. You should get some rest too."

Sister Zhao got out of the car, took her things from the back seat, and swayed into the building.

I started the car and drove home, feeling a sense of loss. Perhaps I had considered tonight a romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. I saw it was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone. I wondered if she hadn't gone home yet? Did she want me to keep her company? Thinking this, I quickly answered, but her voice was very soft, and I couldn't hear her clearly. I told her to speak louder, and I also pulled the car over and turned off the engine. Then I heard her say, "The elders at home are all asleep, so I can't speak loudly. I think I might have taken your things home."

"Ah, never mind, I'll come back for them another day. It's not anything important." Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel disappointed again.

"No, I also wanted to trouble you to check my computer for me. It's not working online."

I glanced at my watch; it was already 2:30. Still online? I wanted to decline and go home to sleep, but thinking of Sister Zhao's sexy blouse, I agreed to come to her house right away. Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly couple's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to speculate if they saw a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night. I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.

Next, we went upstairs. She had already opened the door wide. We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's bedroom. At this point, I noticed that Sister Zhao was probably busy with the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes. She handed me my bag, but I didn't notice, and it fell to the ground with a whoosh, scattering its contents everywhere. That's when I realized what was inside: a black wool hat, the kind often seen in police dramas, one that covers the entire face except for the eyes and mouth; two pairs of handcuffs; and a knife. This startled me, and Sister Zhao, also sobered up a bit, took a step back, and hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I...I don't know!" I didn't know how to explain.

"I was so envious of your loving relationship today, but I never imagined you'd be a man who would betray your family!" After saying this, Sister Zhao's eyes reddened, and she choked up.

"No, I...I..." I knew that if I didn't clarify things now, the consequences would be serious, so I explained to her from my wife's coldness towards me to my purchase of this package from the adult store. Sister Zhao still didn't seem to believe me; if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't believe it either. Seeing this, I had no choice but to squat down, pack the package back into my bag, and get up to leave.

Just then, we heard the sound of a door opening outside. We immediately fell silent, our hearts pounding. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the restroom.

"Wait a moment before you leave, otherwise the old man will misunderstand," Sister Zhao said, and then didn't say anything more. We both listened quietly to the sounds outside the door.

But after a while, Jia's father finished using the restroom and actually turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told me, "Oh my god, it's the World Cup at 3 PM tonight! Oh my god!" It seemed we couldn't leave anytime soon.

I glanced at Sister Zhao; she was looking down, probably still a bit tipsy, leaning against the wall. I didn't say anything more. I found the computer and checked what was wrong with the internet connection, discovering that the network equipment was broken. So, we sat in the room, waiting. After a while, Sister Zhao suddenly spoke: "Those are props, right?"

"I think so." Because her voice was soft, we had to sit on the edge of the bed.

"So, you really know how to love your wife." She trembled violently with soft sobs as she spoke. I quickly got up to get her some tissues and repeatedly comforted her, telling her not to be too sad, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father heard outside. After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she took the initiative to sit down next to me and wanted to look at the things in my bag. I felt her elastic body press against me, and I felt like I'd been electrocuted, my whole body went limp, and only one part of me wanted to swell up. After looking for a while, she whispered, "Okay, now I believe you."

"Don't you think I would rob someone?"

"Hehe, knives are made of rubber, I don't believe you're that stupid." This was the first time I'd seen her smile tonight, and she seemed to be in a better mood. After a while, she took out a hat and said to me, "Put it on and see." I didn't think much of it and put the hat on. Maybe it really did look a bit fierce, because I saw her eyes widen in surprise. Feeling a moment of triumph, I took out the knife and whispered to her, "Hehe, little sister, give me the money!"

She suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. I saw her tears fall again. I was momentarily at a loss, thinking I had frightened her, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to joke and cheer you up."

But she didn't answer, just kept shaking her head. I didn't know if she was ignoring me or if she didn't blame me. Seeing her body trembling violently again from crying, out of concern, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from shrinking away. Unexpectedly, she rested her head on my shoulder, tears dripping onto me, and I could feel their warmth.

I thought, let her have a good cry, she'll be alright. But gradually, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, trembling with her crying. This friction made my lower body uncontrollably hard, but she didn't notice my change and began to whisper about Jia having other women. I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore; I only knew that this was my best opportunity, and I couldn't let it slip away.

But I still didn't dare to do anything rash, so I pretended to casually slip my hand onto her abdomen while saying comforting words. She seemed not to notice and continued murmuring. So I gently massaged her lower abdomen and lowered my face as close to her lips as possible, making sure everything looked natural and unintentional.

I softly said, "Don't be too sad, he's not worth it!" and then, seizing the opportunity, gently kissed her cheek. She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking. Seeing no resistance, I boldly moved my hand to her breasts and gently massaged them, whispering against her face, "I've actually always had a crush on you, and it hurts me when you're sad!" Then I gently kissed her lips again.

Although her eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience with my wife, I knew she wouldn't refuse my further advances at this point. So I gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing lipstick, but I could smell her unique, faint lip fragrance. I slowly parted her lips with the tip of my tongue. This was the first layer; would she resist at the next layer?

I didn't know. I continued to push my tongue deeper. I touched her teeth, but quickly, my tongue easily parted them. Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch mine. While I continued to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my right hand inside her blouse. I hadn't expected Zhao Jie's skin to be so smooth. My hand passed through her flat, taut abdomen, and after pushing up her bra, I finally touched her soft breasts.

Although my wife was three years younger than Zhao Jie, at this moment, I felt Zhao Jie's body was fresher, and her breasts, unlike those of a woman who had given birth, weren't sagging but full of elasticity, filling my entire hand. The moment I touched her breast, her body visibly trembled, and she let out soft moans. I whispered, "I'm sorry, forgive me, but I love you so much!" Then I intertwined my tongue with hers, swallowing our shared saliva.

Her eyes remained closed, but her increasingly throbbing body told me she was aroused. I began to gently massage her left breast in a circular motion. I could clearly feel her nipple hardening with excitement, so I changed my hand's caress to lightly pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger. She seemed a little restless, so I gently laid her flat on the bed, kneeling down with my knees pressing against her genitals. I whispered apologies as I kissed her cheeks, neck, and lips.

At the same time, I pushed her shirt up to her chin and unhooked and removed her bra. Then, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for years finally appeared before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two brown nipples standing erect. She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily with "ha, ha," and her hands trembled slightly. I then took her right nipple into my mouth, sometimes enveloping it with my tongue, sometimes gently biting it with my teeth. She probably couldn't handle the stimulation and was clearly writhing, her legs trying to squeeze together, her toes pointed straight.

Suddenly, I felt something warm against her knee. I moved my legs back and touched it with my hand, finding my palm covered in a sticky liquid. She was already so wet down there, her underwear soaked through, and my pants were wet too. Excitedly, I whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're wet." She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment. Her face, already flushed from drinking, became even hotter.

I felt it was time, so I sat up on her thighs and started to pull down her underwear. Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed her waistband with both hands and cried out in a low voice, "No, don't do this!" I hesitated for a moment. Maybe I really was wrong; I shouldn't have done this to my friend's wife. But seeing the woman I had dreamed of for so many years lying half-naked in front of me, I felt a sense of resentment. So, while repeatedly pleading, "Forgive me! Just this once!" I firmly pried her fingers apart. It seemed that she felt powerless to resist me, or perhaps she was afraid of alerting those outside. Soon, she gave up resisting, covered her face with her hands, and seemed to be crying again. But at this moment, I no longer had the thought of comforting her; I was only focused on taking off her underwear.

When I pulled her underwear down to her knees, I was overjoyed. I could feel my heart pounding violently. When I saw my friend's wife's most private parts displayed before me, I felt a strong sense of possessive pleasure.

I knew I was about to begin admiring the body I had fantasized about every night for years. Every secret of hers would be revealed to me without reservation. In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her underwear. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now fully exposed.

She had a standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were smooth and hairless, the pubic hair at her vulva formed a distinct inverted triangle, but it was somewhat sparser than my wife's. Her soft abdomen had a little bit of fat, but it felt even smoother and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, but they were truly beautiful. The light brown nipples stood erect, seemingly beckoning me to kiss them. Her

fair buttocks were very plump because she had given birth, making one unconsciously want to caress them. A sour scent from a woman's genitals gently wafted towards me. I slowly parted her legs, revealing a pink slit between her pubic hair, the edges of her labia already soaked with the gushing fluid. The color of her small lips was much lighter than my wife's, making them look very fresh. This color also made me wonder how Sister Zhao and Jia could have so few sexual encounters over the years.

Speaking of which, I want to mention that, according to many people's descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc., as a prelude. In reality, given the situation, I couldn't do that at all. I was blinded by lust. At this moment, facing that fleshy slit, I lost patience. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to thrust my already swollen glans into her vagina.

But at this moment, she tried to resist me again. She pushed my body away with her hands, and her lower body began to sway from side to side. My glans couldn't fit into her vagina, so I had to move my hands from her waist to her buttocks and pull my entire lower body towards her. In this way, my glans successfully touched her vulva. Because of the lubrication, although she resisted, my entire glans went in smoothly.

Then, she started moving further into the bed, and my glans slipped out again. I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me, and tears streamed down her face. She began shaking her head and whispering to me; I could roughly hear her saying things like "no," "can't," etc. Her mouth was completely shut, unable to cry out loud. I felt a pang of pity; this kind of reaction from a woman is actually a way of showing she's not a cheap, shameless person. But her wet vagina was beckoning me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—should they act according to physical pleasure, or remain morally rational?

My glans had already entered once; I couldn't give up so easily. This resistance only increased my excitement and stimulation; my penis felt stronger and harder than ever before. I apologized repeatedly while intensifying my assault. A loud "bang" startled me; she had been pulling back, her head hitting the wooden headboard. She stopped resisting, and with that stop, my penis was fully inside her vagina. I heard her let out a soft "Ah!" and her whole body trembled. My body sank, and for the first time, I truly made love to the woman I had longed for for so many years.

Sister Zhao seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation and was about to push me away when, apparently, the noise had attracted Jia's father's attention outside. He seemed to have left the television and was walking towards Jia's room. Sister Zhao froze, her eyes tightly closed, lips pressed together, nostrils flared, holding her breath. I immediately stopped inside her vagina, taking the opportunity to feel Sister Zhao's tight grip on my penis. Her vaginal walls were much tighter than my wife's, just as I had seen from the color of her labia. I guessed that because Jia was promiscuous outside, she rarely made love to Sister Zhao at home.

Seeing no further movement, Jia's father returned to the living room to watch the World Cup. Now, Sister Zhao dared not act recklessly anymore, and could only let me enjoy myself on her. I forcefully thrust my penis deep into her vagina. Because of our position, I could penetrate very deeply; I felt I had reached my friend's wife's cervix. Each thrust touched the head of my penis. At this point, I no longer cared about the "three shallow, one deep" technique, thrusting in to the very root each time... *smack*... *thud*... and Sister Zhao began to make "coughing" sounds under my continuous assault. Her hands, which had been pushing against me, began to grip me tightly, while her buttocks moved up and down on my penis.

I hadn't done this in a long time, and this stimulation made me feel like I was about to ejaculate. I thought to myself, I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I ejaculated now, Sister Zhao would think I was no match for Jia! But Sister Zhao's vagina was already very tight, and penetration was too stimulating. I had to stop my vigorous thrusting and began to slowly and rhythmically insert myself, rubbing the small buds on her G-spots as hard as I could. Watching her buttocks move up and down faster and faster, her face growing hotter, her lips slightly pursed, her breathing heavy, her lips tightening more and more, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed Sister Zhao down on top of me; under my weight, her breathing became rapid and disordered, and her body tensed.

Finally, after a violent shudder, Sister Zhao coiled herself around me, refusing to release me for a long time. Seeing that she had reached her climax, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting forward with all my might, pressing myself tightly against her pubic bone. Ah…!!! Thick, hot semen shot through my glans, reaching deep into her body. She felt the warmth of my sperm… Her lower body began to contract rhythmically; her cervix seemed to crave this strong, hot semen, and began to convulse.

I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back. I noticed that she still had her eyes closed, barely opening them throughout the entire process. Perhaps she was afraid of seeing me and feeling guilty, or perhaps she didn't want to accept this reality. I didn't press her further. Sister Zhao lay completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vulva, now calmed by passion, was a mess. Her pubic hair was soaked with large clumps of vaginal fluid, and a pale white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid began to seep from the pink cleft between her thighs.

I gently wiped her clean with a pillowcase, then wiped my still-erect penis, threw away the pillowcase, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned her back to me, and I think she probably wished it was all a dream. I didn't disturb her, quietly put on my clothes, and waited until it was almost dawn before making sure no one was outside before I quietly left.

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