My friend's wife is so easy to ride

One day, while on a business trip to the south, I visited a friend. He, his wife, and I had dinner together. He opened a bottle of aged sorghum liquor, and we all drank from one glass to another. My friend works for a large company and is usually very busy, so his wife is a full-time housewife. By the way, his wife is very beautiful, probably because she takes good care of herself and doesn't go out often. She has fair skin and is extremely gentle. When my wife and I make love, I often fantasize about my friend's wife moaning softly in bed! This always makes me even more excited.
The next day I didn't have a meeting, and since it had been a long time since we'd had a get-together, everyone chatted happily. During dinner, my friend loudly recounted all sorts of funny stories from his university days, desperately bringing up old memories as jokes, while also drinking heartily. Before long, he was quite tipsy. I glanced at my friend's wife and noticed that although she was thirty-two, she was incredibly alluring. Especially after drinking, her collar had loosened, revealing half of her fair and full breasts. I could vaguely make out her erect, dark red nipples, which would occasionally tremble with her laughter. It turned out my friend's wife wasn't wearing a bra.
Damn, I used to fantasize about her all the time, and today, seeing this live sex show, combined with the alcohol, made my penis instantly swell up. I thought to myself, "A stay-at-home mom has nothing to do all day but watch porn and read comic books, and then when her husband comes home, she can't wait to sit on him and go crazy. I wonder if my friend's wife is like that; damn! This guy is really lucky!" I couldn't help but sigh.
Thinking about my wife, although she's quite attractive, she works every day and is exhausted after get off work. When I want her, she just goes to sleep after a quick act, leaving me often sexually frustrated and resorting to masturbation. Sigh, I guess I have to accept my fate. Thinking this, I looked back at my friend. This idiot probably didn't notice my thoughts and was still telling jokes and urging me to drink. So I continued drinking with him. I consider myself to have a decent alcohol tolerance, but this time I felt dizzy and lightheaded even before I had drunk much. I looked at my watch and realized it was getting late, and I had drunk quite a bit. I suggested that I go to rest, and my friend didn't stop me and arranged for me to go to the bedroom.
Around midnight, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. To avoid making any more noise, I gently opened the bedroom door. When I came out, I found that the door to another bedroom was not closed, and I saw my friend's wife fast asleep (my friend was fast asleep in the living room).
I entered the room. His wife seemed to hear my footsteps and said in a soft, indistinct voice, "Come on, I'm so impatient!" She swayed her snow-white hips as she spoke. Since the lights were off, she must have mistaken me for her husband. I didn't say anything, thinking to myself, "Don't let my friend's wife's dignified and beautiful appearance in public fool you. Turns out, she's so wanton in bed. Just wait and see." With that thought, I got into bed, facing her, and immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, starting to touch her back. I was amazed at how smooth her skin was; her flat, firm abdomen pressed tightly against my body. Ah, it felt so good! I couldn't help but think to myself, "She's like a celestial being, a rare beauty on earth."
I slowly moved my hand upwards along the curve of her waist and hips, caressing her sexy shoulder blades and fair neck. A strand of soft, long hair was caught between my fingers as I stroked her, making her feel both excited and ticklish. She couldn't help but giggle. As she laughed, her high, firm breasts trembled against my body, making me even more excited. So I decided to tease her properly. To prevent her from discovering that I wasn't her husband, I turned her over so that I could press my chest against her back and freely play with her breasts with both hands!
Sure enough, after I skillfully massaged her a few times, my friend's wife started panting and moaning, "Honey, you're so great today! It's so exciting! Your massage feels so good on my breasts! I want you inside me!" As she spoke, she began to wriggle her body, showing her eagerness. I didn't respond, but continued my assault. I grabbed my friend's wife's breasts with one hand and kept kneading them, while my other hand moved downwards... I reached out and gently caressed and teased the area around her navel. She reacted immediately, her abdominal muscles tightening slightly. Then, I suddenly reached my hand between her thighs and pressed my entire palm against her vulva. She seemed unprepared, and her whole body trembled involuntarily from this sudden attack. Instantly, I felt my palm was covered in a sticky liquid; she was already quite wet down there.
I followed closely, and she began to spread her legs, thrusting her vulva outwards forcefully, her body twisting and turning, trying to fully rub against my palm. Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed so easily. I removed my hand and began to caress the inside of her thighs. She was clearly enjoying it; the tense muscles in her abdomen began to relax, but she also seemed very anxious, making "hmm" sounds of lust. I knew what she meant; she wanted me to continue caressing her vulva. But I continued to caress her slowly and deliberately, from the inside of her thighs to her groin, fully stimulating every sensual cell in her body. At each spot, her body would tremble slightly, enjoying it.
"The most important thing for a woman isn't actual intercourse, but caressing." This statement is so true. Just as she was enjoying the caresses, I suddenly attacked between her legs again. "Ah!" This time it was obviously more stimulating than before. Her back arched involuntarily. My hands were already covered in sticky love juice. I took the opportunity to gently rub, constantly stimulating her labia minora and vaginal opening. My friend's wife's breathing became rapid and irregular, and she let out rapid moans. Because of the love juice, the caresses were very smooth, without any discomfort or obstruction. I could clearly feel that her labia minora were engorged and erect, opening to both sides like flower petals, as if thirstily waiting for something.
By this time, a lot of vaginal fluid had flowed out, and with my kneading, it started to flow downwards. I touched it and found that her perineum was also sticky with fluid, which flowed down her buttocks and over her anus, soaking a large area of the blanket under her buttocks. I thought to myself that she was almost there. In order not to let her find out about me, I dared not attack from the front, so I took the opportunity to hug her waist and lift her up, her buttocks sticking up high. She cooperated very well, and I didn't have to use much effort. I guess this position is something the couple often does.
I thrust my rock-hard penis forward, and with so much vaginal fluid, it slid in with a "squeak" without any resistance! Holy crap! It felt incredibly good. I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate, but I quickly controlled myself. I remained inside her, holding my position, and then pinched her nipples from behind, kneading them. She clearly couldn't handle the stimulation and started shaking her hips vigorously, moving back and forth. It was an incredibly sensual sight; her snow-white, sexy buttocks and those moans made my penis grow even larger.
Soaked in her vaginal fluids and gripped by her vaginal walls, my penis grew thicker and stronger. I began primal thrusting, a cliché but incredibly pleasurable action for women. My lower abdomen slammed against her white buttocks, making a slapping sound, which, combined with the unique squelching of her vaginal fluids, created a truly sensual experience. My friend's wife was clearly very excited; her head was on the bed, her buttocks were raised high, and she kept twisting and turning, trying to increase friction. I, however, thrust slowly and deliberately, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, sometimes left, sometimes right, occasionally making circular motions around my penis.
My waist strength is amazing, and my wife really enjoys this move. She even fainted from excitement because of it once. Sure enough, as soon as I used my special move, my friend's wife immediately cried out, "Oh, oh, husband, this feels so good! When did you become so strong?" Her vagina also became noticeably tighter, gripping the base of my penis tightly. But the tighter it was, the harder and thicker my penis became. This feeling was truly indescribable. My wife's vagina wasn't as tight as my friend's wife's; it was more of an "externally tight, internally loose" type. And this beauty in front of me was truly a gem. I couldn't help but feel like I was about to ejaculate.
"Oh no!" I thought. "I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I lose control now, she'll hate me for life!" But having it inside me was just too stimulating. In a moment of inspiration, I decisively pulled my penis out sharply. There was a "pop," like pulling out a champagne cork, and I felt liquid splatter onto my face and body. Looking at my penis, I saw it was red and wet from the ordeal, but still erect, the glans full and glistening. Even I was surprised; I'd never had such a strong erection with my wife before.
As she moaned anxiously, I parted her round buttocks with both hands and began to examine her private parts closely. Perhaps due to frequent sex, my friend's wife had thicker pubic hair and darker labia minora. I gently parted the labia minora with my fingers, revealing her pink vaginal opening. Due to the intense thrusting just now, there was some white foam sticking to the vaginal opening. Because of the arousal and engorgement, her entire vulva resembled a large, juicy peach, full and covered with obscene vaginal fluid.
I couldn't resist starting to lick her vaginal opening and clitoris. She couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "No!" Although she said no, her waist twisted wildly, and her breasts trembled. Every time my tongue brushed against her clitoris, her legs would tremble; the harder I licked, the more violently she trembled. So, ignoring the fact that my face was covered in her juices, I sped up even more. Forget about her husband; my friend's wife's legs were already convulsing and going limp; she clearly couldn't hold on any longer.
Seeing that she was about to reach her limit, I took my friend's wife's clitoris into my mouth. She was clearly struggling with the excessive stimulation and seemed to be having trouble breathing. I immediately started inhaling, making her clitoris appear to be suspended in my mouth. After about five or six seconds, I suddenly released her, and with a "pop," her clitoris jumped out of my mouth, looking like a tiny crystal peach. My friend's wife finally couldn't take it anymore; her legs were spread wide on the bed, and she didn't even care that her vulva was exposed, panting heavily.
Speaking of which, I should add that the wife of one of my friends has a stronger odor in her genital area than my wife's; it's more like salt water. It seems that every woman's scent is truly different.
At that moment, my friend's wife hesitated for a moment when she grabbed my penis, as if she had noticed something. Indeed, my penis looked a little different; the tip was very upturned, like a banana. My wife always liked to tease me about how my penis wasn't straight, but although she said it, she secretly enjoyed it. "Did my friend's wife find out, or...?" Just as I was hesitating, my friend's wife turned around.
I was startled, thinking, "This is it, we're going to be found out." But then, my wife's friend turned around, raised her two snow-white thighs high, and eagerly thrust my penis into her vagina. Without thinking, I went along with it, like an old man pushing a cart, my penis thrusting in smoothly with a soft squeak. My friend's wife let out a muffled groan, biting her lip, no longer moaning like before.
I suddenly realized that when she touched his penis, she had already realized that the person she was having sex with was not her husband. She was just about to have an orgasm and didn't want to stop, so she simply went along with it. However, she became a little reserved and embarrassed to moan, so she held back her moans. Haha, now I can relax. I grabbed her naked body, lifted her above my head, and forcefully pushed my penis deep into her vagina. Because of this position, I could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached my friend's wife's cervix. It felt like a soft ball of cotton, hot and sticky. Every time I thrust, it would iron my glans, sending a tingling sensation from my lower body all the way to my brain. At this point, I didn't care about "three shallow and one deep" anymore, and I pushed in to the very root every time.
Because my friend's wife stopped moaning, the sounds of our bodies colliding became even clearer. All I could hear were muffled groans from her throat and my rough breathing. Just then, I felt a change happening inside her. Her face flushed, her head twisted sharply to one side, and her two sexy little legs tensed into an arch, her toes curling inward. Her hands gripped my waist and legs as if trying to grab something. I knew she was probably about to "come"!
So I propped myself up on my elbows, leaning forward onto her, pinching her firm nipples hard with both hands while I thrust in and out. At that moment, it seemed as if time stood still. Under my weight, her breathing became erratic and rapid, and her body began to tense up. Finally, my overwhelming thrusting reached its end. My penis could no longer hold back, and I roared, thrusting my body forward with all my might, pressing tightly against her vagina, and wave after wave of thick, hot semen gushed into her deepest depths. Her cervix seemed to crave this strong, hot semen, and began to contract, sucking in waves like a baby, filling the room with a greedy, satisfied, and lewd atmosphere.
Much later, she slowly released her grip, and by then, I must have seen scratches on my back (I could feel the pain). She lay motionless on the bed with her legs wide open, seemingly asleep with her eyes closed, a look of satisfaction and happiness typical of a woman after an orgasm on her face. The sheets beneath her were soaked. After about ten minutes, I thought it best not to spend the night there, to avoid an awkward situation in the morning, so I returned to my room. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.
I woke up around 9 a.m. the next morning and quickly washed up before heading to the restaurant. My friend's wife was already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. Thinking about what happened last night, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Perhaps she was a little embarrassed, as she avoided direct eye contact with me, and her face was noticeably flushed. "I'll just wander around a bit," I thought, "to avoid making her feel awkward." "I'll go wake your husband," I said, walking towards my friend's room.
That room was where I went wild last night. My friend was still fast asleep in bed, but I noticed the sheets had been changed. "What a cunning woman," I thought. She probably changed them after I left to avoid anyone noticing the mess. About ten minutes later, my friend came out of the room after washing up. I greeted her casually and pretended to be confused, saying, "Strange! Why was my alcohol tolerance so low yesterday?" We then had breakfast together, said some words of thanks, and headed home. It was truly an unforgettable experience, and now she's one of my regular hookups.

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