Friend's wife

My Friend's Wife

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My friend hasn't had many girlfriends, and he wasn't keen on dating after being introduced to someone. But one day, he suddenly invited me to dinner and brought a woman who was stunningly beautiful and mature. We had just been introduced and had only gone on a few dates;
it was clear my friend liked her, otherwise he wouldn't have been so excited to bring her along. She was tall, with shoulder-length hair and slight curls. During the meal, my friend talked to me about our relationship and occasionally chatted with his girlfriend. I didn't dare look at her too much,
but I remembered her.
The second time I saw her, we seemed to know each other well, and I found an opportunity to talk to her—after all, friends need to get to know each other better.
He's a good friend of mine. The woman is three years older than him. 28 is considered quite old in our area, and I don't know why she's still single.
While we were having fun, the girl would walk to the side, then occasionally take out her phone to send a text message before coming back to my friend.
My friend seemed jealous. "Something's up," he said. The girl said no. "You keep texting, what's going on? Let me see." She smiled, of course, and handed it over. "There's definitely something going on." "No, it's just a girlfriend chatting with me." I could clearly see my friend's distracted state.
We parted early. After that, whenever we met, I'd often stare at her from the side. She's the kind of girl who gets a 100% head-turning rate; any man would look at her. I stood even closer. After a while, she noticed me looking at her.
She smiled, and I turned away. An outsider might find it annoying to stare. But since we're friends, it's normal to look without any ulterior motives, just communication. Because I like her, I find her pleasing to the eye, and our friendship deepens. She might even be happy to see a good friend looking at her, showing that her friend has good taste and satisfying her vanity—she's attractive. It's normal for adults.
Speaking of which, her job is pretty good; she's a clerk in a government agency. Speaking of this, another friend said it was definitely not normal because her job always involved her boss, and sometimes she even went out for social events.
I told her not to talk nonsense.
There's no such thing as a secret that stays hidden forever. Once, when we were eating together, a friend went to the restroom. Two women at the next table, I think they were mother and daughter, were pointing and whispering. I knew they were talking about her.
Maybe there was some kind of unspoken rule going on. Of course, I pretended not to hear and distracted her by talking to her.
When my friend came back, it was lively again. Of course, I didn't tell my friend about it. I didn't know if it was true or not, and it wouldn't be good to ruin our friendship. Even if it was true, I couldn't say anything. It's best for outsiders to keep their distance from their relationship.
Seeing that they got along well, they later got married and had children. I spent less time hanging out with my friend. Of course, I was often at home with my girlfriend.
But I felt this guy was more interested in women than others, which made me a little uneasy. Women are fun, but once the novelty wears off, you can't just keep clinging to your wife. You also need to meet up with your friends occasionally. After all, it's been a while.
I don't know when it started, but I began to fantasize about her. On one hand, I knew I couldn't mess things up and lose my friends.
On one hand, I fantasized that it wouldn't hurt to call him a guy who prioritizes women over friends. I imagined my friends laughing and joking while we secretly smiled at each other. I imagined my friends weren't that interested. And I was lustful, and she was promiscuous too. We hit it off immediately.
A few years passed in a flash, and the novelty of my friends wore off. I wasn't as clingy to her anymore. When she went shopping, he was normally unhappy to go. When he went out with friends,
he developed a habit of visiting prostitutes. Before marriage, he had visited a few times, and it was always my friends who took him. Now that he had a beautiful girlfriend, he couldn't enjoy it all, so he rarely went to prostitutes.
Now, he's become addicted to visiting prostitutes, going whenever he wants. Of course, she found out. Of course, she wouldn't catch him cheating, but she knew it wasn't a good thing that he was going there so often. They live a life of their own, with their child being taken care of by their grandparents.
I thought about his expensive sofa at home, it's so nice. I fantasized that I would go over when my friends weren't home, sit on the sofa, and she would give me oral sex, how wonderful that would be. Of course, that didn't happen. How could I go? What could I say?
Once, while singing karaoke, they had a fight, and my friends left him behind.
I tried to strike up a conversation with her. She mentioned, "He's a bad influence, always going to prostitutes." Then she asked if I had.
"What?" I said. "Going to prostitutes?" Of course, I was lying. "I think you're a good person, all these years,"
I said. "I don't like prostitutes, I like beautiful women." "How old are you? Still thinking about beautiful women? What do beautiful women look like?" "You are a beautiful woman." She smiled and didn't say anything more, probably thinking about what she had said. I tried to find a topic to talk about, and we chatted for a long time before I took her home.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking about every detail of our time together. I felt like I was in love. A feeling I hadn't had in a long time. I wondered how she was doing. Was I just imagining things? I
thought about it until dawn before finally falling asleep. When I woke up, I regretted it and worried about what would happen to my friends. I took a deep breath and decided to stop thinking about it.
But then I saw her again, so beautiful, her voice and smile seemed to have a magnetic pull, drawing me back. Because we had a pleasant chat that day, I took the opportunity when my friends weren't looking to stare at her more boldly, and I became more talkative, making her laugh. Her watery eyes, red lips, and white teeth were incredibly beautiful.
After they had an argument, I received a call from her. I didn't have her number, so I didn't know how she had memorized mine. Of course, I was a little surprised and a little happy. We drank some wine together. As we drank, she got a little drunk, giggling foolishly and unable to stand steadily. I helped her up, offering to take her home. She said she didn't want to go home. I said, "Let's go home first, look how drunk you are."
She insisted on not going home. I thought I couldn't take my friend home; what would he think if he saw me supporting his wife so drunk late at night? Why was she with me? I couldn't just take her home, could I? So I helped her to a park bench. She leaned against me, her head resting on my chest. The scent of her hair, a uniquely feminine fragrance, was intoxicating. I took a deep breath. I placed my hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. At that moment, my mind went blank, and then my heart pounded. The wind outside was blowing so cold, it was so cold my dick felt numb.
I steeled myself. I helped her to a small hotel ahead, put her down, and took off her shoes and coat. When she took off her coat, her slender body was exposed, her breasts were firm, and I really wanted to touch them.
But I didn't. I covered her with a blanket and turned on the TV. After a while, I got into bed, pulled the blanket up a little, and lay down to watch.
I turned my head to look at her, admiring her for a long time. She turned over, and I was still a little nervous. After a while, I lay down, not to sleep, but my hands started to wander. I gently reached over her waist and placed them on her stomach, then moved up to her breasts, and then my whole palm grasped her breasts. At first, I didn't dare to use force. Seeing that she didn't react, I used more force and then moved to the other breast. I turned her around and kissed her lips. After kissing for a while, I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked her lips. My mouth was very dry and thirsty. I swallowed and gave her lips some moisture.
But I had no energy, I wanted to drink water. I tried to force my tongue into her mouth. She stirred, opened her eyes, and woke up.
I quickly moved away and jumped out of bed. I didn't yell at her; her big eyes made me uncomfortable seeing me turn away, and my heart raced.
After calming down for a moment, I spoke first, "I'm sorry, I..." I sighed. Looking at you, looking at you, I liked you so much, I couldn't help myself. She didn't speak. "I've been hesitating for so long. I've been thinking about you for a long time."
I've regretted it, I'm scared. He's my best friend, I know I shouldn't. I don't want to lose my friend. But I can't help thinking about him, I keep thinking about him." She still didn't speak. I saw she didn't react. I tried to advance again. I climbed onto the bed and lay down. I slowly approached her, she didn't flinch. My face touched her fragrant hair, and my hand reached over to her stomach. I pressed my face close to her head and hugged her tightly. It was a cold night outside. Inside, under the covers, it was so warm, and the two of us were even warmer together. I turned her around and kissed her. As I kissed her, she finally opened her mouth but didn't stick out her tongue. At that moment, I was still thinking, maybe I shouldn't. Once we started, it was impossible to keep it a secret. It would be troublesome for my friend. But suddenly, I made up my mind. My tongue quickly entered her mouth and stirred rapidly. Like someone who had never been with a woman before, my purity was too dry, too thirsty.
She kept her eyes closed. I started to take off her clothes, very impatient. Summer is better, it's convenient anytime. The main point is to go in, but in winter, the first time with an acquaintance, this trivial process makes me a little embarrassed and awkward. I quickly took off my clothes and pulled down my underwear; it was a bit cold.
I pulled the blanket up and started kissing her, her ears so beautiful, white with a hint of pink. I looked down at her neck and started sucking. "Don't suck," she said. I smiled and continued down, touching her snow-white breasts, so hot. I sucked on her nipples, and they quickly perked up. My tongue teased her nipples like a cat. Then I moved to the other side, grabbing her nipples with both hands and rubbing them together, pulling them closer. When
both nipples came together, I took one in and sucked on her, licking them left and right. I looked at her and noticed she was looking down at me, so I sucked even harder. After a while, she tilted her head back. Further down, her stomach was also very hot. I kissed her while touching her vulva through her underwear, even inserting my fingers into it. When
I took off her underwear, it was very wet. My fingers felt sticky when I touched it, and my hands were wet when I pulled them out. I put my mouth close and started sucking on her dark vulva, hearing her moan and exhale. It was very wet and sticky, and I ate it with slurping sounds. I usually don't eat like this because it's too delicious. I thought the woman would be happy to hear me swallow. As I licked, I moved away from her warm lower body and continued licking her breasts, then kissed her lips again. This time, she held my face and kissed me passionately with her tongue. I turned around and lay down on her.
She licked my tongue, and I tasted her saliva. I was so thirsty. She gently traced a circle on my lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them, and also licked my ear. I whispered her name. I was embarrassed before, but as I started to relax and take off my clothes, I felt less embarrassed when I entered. This made her feel comfortable too. A man's moans mean the woman is skilled. When she kissed my nipples, it felt so good. My nipples are very sensitive, and I stuck out my tongue and quickly licked them a few times before sucking. My penis became even harder and unconsciously pushed upwards. She turned her head towards my penis, her tongue sliding over my abdomen and licking towards my penis. I was expectant, and my buttocks moved slightly.
I pulled down my underwear, and my penis sprang out. She didn't use her hands; her tongue slid over my penis a few times before finally licking the glans and taking it in, moving it up and down. It felt so good.
I said, "Turn around."
She stopped and said, "Why?"
"I want to see you,"
she smiled. She didn't refuse. She turned around, grabbed my face, and pressed down to lick my testicles. Then she put them in her mouth. Her mouth was warm, and her technique was really good. After a few strokes, she suddenly went deeper, taking my penis all the way to the base. I cooperated by thrusting upwards. After a few times, my penis felt itchy and I was about to ejaculate. If I didn't stop, I would ejaculate. I picked up her face and kissed her again, spreading her legs and sucking her vulva for a while to cool my penis down. I held my penis and rubbed it against her opening a few times before the glans went in and out, then in and out again. It was very smooth, and her vagina was very slippery. After several times, I started to hold her and lay down, rhythmically thrusting in and out. I kissed her every now and then, and before the final thrust, I kissed her even more intensely. Then I thrust and she moaned. I heard the sound of the water inside, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and her moans. I used all my strength and desperately sped up. With the last thrust, she stopped moaning, my penis was very hard, and I ejaculated powerfully. She was convulsing inside. This time, the ejaculation was really great.
The second time lasted longer, but my penis wasn't as hot.
I ejaculated three times that day.
I don't know what she said when she got home. I guess she went to her girlfriend's place or something.
When I got home, I told her I was drunk and had fallen asleep at a friend's.
After that, we were together again, just with friends. I took the opportunity to grab her hand, but she laughed, let go, and walked away.
I felt she was intentionally avoiding me, even though she was still enthusiastic and cheerful. I sensed she was deliberately avoiding my burning feelings. [The
End]
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