A vague rape of a friend's wife

A Vague Encounter with My Friend's Wife

Author: Unknown Word Count: 27,000

Near the end of the workday, I received a call from my wife. She said she was going shopping with Sister Zhao and wouldn't be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The child was spending the weekend 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 friend Jia. She was in her early thirties, and because she was a year older than me, my wife and I both called her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she had also given birth, but her figure was still like that of an unmarried girl. She had very fair skin, wasn't very tall, but was very beautiful. Especially when she wore low-waisted pants, the curves of her lower body were exposed.

Her round, short buttocks aroused a strong desire to penetrate her, though I always felt guilty towards my friends and wife. Yet, when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moans 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 my wife's movement to get into bed interrupted my reverie. My throbbing erection compelled me to embrace her 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 was quite angry; my good mood had been dampened. I simply got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood.

On the way, I didn't know where to go. I happened to see a prominent advertisement for an adult store on the roadside: No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity! I suspected my wife might have this problem, but honestly, I was hesitant to buy any aphrodisiacs from these small shops. It wouldn't matter if they didn't work, but if they caused someone's death, that would be a real problem.

But today, seeing this advertisement—no medication needed? I was tempted to try it, but since it was near my own neighborhood, I was afraid of running into acquaintances. So I drove to the city center and found another shop that sold it. I parked, but didn't rush in. I observed first, feeling a bit embarrassed since it was my first time in such a shop. Only after confirming that the shopkeeper was a middle-aged man around forty did I dare to go in.

"Sir, do you...do the stuff advertised outside work?" I stammered, still a little nervous.

"Does it affect men or women?" the middle-aged man asked gently.

"Um, it's...it's women."

"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 a good deal, or maybe I was too nervous, but as soon as I put the money down and grabbed the things, I quickly left the store, got into the car, and as soon as I sat down, I let out a huge sigh of relief, as if I had just completed a difficult task. Now that I was alone in the car, I could finally open

the bags and slowly see what was inside. Just as I was about to open the bags on my lap, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye—a prominent chest, a high, round bottom, such a familiar figure! My intuition told me it was Sister Zhao! I looked closer, and sure enough, it was her! My sex goddess!

She was wearing a light-colored tight-fitting blouse and a brown pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags.

It looked like she had 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 might have been drinking; her once fair face was now flushed red. After looking at me for a while, she finally recognized me. Her suspicious expression vanished instantly, and she laughed, "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"Going home?! I'll take you!" I said, anxiously waiting for her reply.

She hesitated for a moment, straightened up, and looked around. Seeing that a taxi hadn't appeared, she said, "Ah, thank you for your help."

As soon as Sister Zhao got in the car, the mixed scent of perfume and alcohol hit me, but I couldn't show it, so I just had to endure it. Sister Zhao put her things in the back seat and sat in the front passenger seat. I glanced at her and saw 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.

Luckily, she had been drinking and didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly became erect, and because of my pants, it hurt painfully. I quickly changed the subject, starting to talk about unrelated things: "You didn't drive out today?"

Sister Zhao didn't answer, and I felt a little awkward. Usually, our two families would go out together, and this was the first time it was just the two of us sitting together. Plus, she might have something on her mind and didn't notice me talking to her. So, we didn't say anything more in the car. About ten minutes later, 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." As she spoke, I noticed she was very downcast; her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. I thought it was good; if I was there, she wouldn't be able to vent.

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

"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 realized I couldn't really help, so I quickly excused myself to avoid being questioned later. I hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll head 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 also headed home, feeling a sense of disappointment. I had hoped tonight would be a romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly. About five minutes later, my phone rang. 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 pulled the car over, turned off the engine, and asked her to speak louder. 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."

"Oh, never mind, I'll come back 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. I can't get 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 shirt, I agreed to come right away. Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to make wild guesses about a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night. I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.

When we arrived at Sister Zhao's house and went upstairs, she had already opened the door. Sister Zhao was probably busy with the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes. We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's bedroom. She handed me my bag, but I didn't notice, and the bag fell to the ground with a thud, scattering its contents everywhere. Only then did I notice that inside was a black woolen hat, the kind often seen in police dramas, 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, taking a step back and hurriedly asking, "What, what are you going to do?"

"I, I don't know!" I didn't know how to explain for a moment.

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

"No, I... I..." I realized 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 item from the adult store. Sister Zhao still didn't seem to believe me. If I were in her shoes, I wouldn't believe her either. Seeing this, I had no choice but to squat down, pack the item back into my bag, and get up to leave.

Just then, there was the sound of the bedroom door opening. We both fell silent, our hearts pounding. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the bathroom.

"Wait a moment before you leave, otherwise the old man will misunderstand," Sister Zhao said, and then said nothing more. We both listened quietly to the sounds outside the door.

But after a while, Jia's father finished using the bathroom and actually turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told me that it was the World Cup at 3 PM tonight, so it seemed I couldn't leave anytime soon.

I looked at Sister Zhao; she had her head down, probably still not completely sober, so she leaned against the wall. I didn't know what to say. I found the computer and checked what was wrong with the internet connection. It turned out the computer was infected with a virus, and the system couldn't function properly. And so, we sat there in the room, waiting anxiously. I don't know how much time passed, but Sister Zhao suddenly asked me, "Those are props, right?"

"I think so." The atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

"You know how to love your wife very well." As she spoke of her sorrow, her body began to tremble slightly with soft sobs. I quickly gave her some tissues and quietly comforted her, telling her not to be too sad, lest Jia's father hear us outside. After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she voluntarily sat down next to me, wanting to look at the things in my bag. When her supple body touched me, my whole body went limp, except for one spot that seemed to harden. After looking for a while, she said, "Okay, now I believe you."

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

"Heh, knives are made of rubber, I don't believe you're that stupid." This was the first time I'd seen her smile tonight; she seemed to be in a better mood. After a while, she took out a hat and said to me, "Try it on."

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 surge 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 tears streaming down her face again. I thought I had frightened her, so I quickly said, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to joke around 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. I could only feel her body trembling again from crying. I gently patted her shoulder, signaling her to cheer up, but she suddenly rested her head on my shoulder, tears dripping onto me. Through my clothes, I could feel the warmth of her tears on my shoulder.

I thought letting her have a good cry would make her feel better, because she was so close to me, her breasts were pressed against my chest, and the sobs made her breasts heave rhythmically. This friction made me uncontrollably hard, but she didn't seem to notice. Instead, she started whispering about Jia having affairs with other women. I couldn't hear anything else; I just wanted to feel her breasts against mine. I asked myself, was this an opportunity?

I wanted to push her down immediately, but I didn't dare to do anything rash. So, I pretended to casually slip my hand from her shoulder to her abdomen while offering words of comfort. She seemed oblivious, still murmuring.

I started to try to be more audacious, so I gently massaged her lower abdomen and lowered my face, trying to get as close to her lips as possible. Everything had to be done naturally and unintentionally. I said softly, "Don't be too sad, he's not worth it!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I lightly kissed her cheek, almost like a kiss. She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing no resistance, I was unexpectedly delighted and boldly moved my hands to her breasts. She still didn't resist, so I began to slowly and gently massage them, whispering against her face, "You are the most beautiful woman, I don't want you to be sad!" Then I lightly touched her lips.

Although Sister Zhao's eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience with married life, I knew she wouldn't refuse further action at this point. So I gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing lipstick, and although she smelled of alcohol, I could still smell her faint lip fragrance. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue, touching her teeth. Would she suddenly refuse?

I didn't know, but I continued to push my tongue deeper. Soon, my tongue easily parted her white teeth. Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch mine. While I continued to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my 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 warm breasts. Her body visibly trembled, and she let out a soft "mmm, mmm" moan.

My wife was three years younger than Zhao Jie, but I felt Zhao Jie's body was fresher, and her breasts weren't sagging like a woman's after childbirth; they were full of elasticity, filling my entire hand.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, but I like you so much!" I whispered, then intertwined my tongue with hers, exchanging saliva. Although Zhao Jie's eyes were closed, her increasingly undulating body told me that she was already aroused. I began to gently massage her left breast in a circular motion until the nipple became erect and erect. I then changed the caressing from my palm to gently pinching her nipple with my thumb and middle finger. I then gently laid the now restless Zhao Jie flat on the bed, while I knelt on the bed, pressing my knee against her genitals.

I kept whispering apologies to her while kissing her cheeks, neck, and lips.

At the same time, I pushed her shirt up completely to her chin and unhooked and removed her bra. At this moment, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for so many years finally leaped before my eyes. Her breasts were full and white, with two pink nipples standing high.

She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily with "ha, ha," and her hands on the bed trembled helplessly. 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 stand this stimulation and was clearly twisting her body, her legs starting to squeeze together, and her toes pointing straight out. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation against her knee. I moved my leg back and touched it; my fingers were immediately covered in a sticky liquid. She was so wet down there, her underwear was soaked, 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.

I felt it was time, so I reached under her skirt to try and pull off her underwear. But suddenly, she grabbed my hands and whispered, "No, no!"

I hesitated. What was I doing?! I shouldn't have treated Sister Zhao like this, but the woman I'd dreamed of for years was now lying half-naked before me. Unwilling to accept it, I repeatedly pleaded, "Forgive me! Just this once!" Ignoring her grip on my hands, I pulled her underwear down her legs. Perhaps feeling powerless to resist, or afraid of alerting those outside, she quickly gave up, covering her face with her hands and crying again. But at that moment, I had no desire to comfort her. Like a wild beast, I savagely tore at her underwear.

When I pulled it down to her knees, I saw that it was white. I found the zipper on the side of her skirt, and I suddenly held my breath, because I was about to see my friend's wife's most private parts!

The zipper on her skirt wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined, but as Sister Zhao pressed her buttocks down, removing the skirt seemed a bit difficult and slow. After a struggle, as the skirt was pulled open, her entire mysterious triangle was fully revealed before me. I was ecstatic; I felt my heart pounding wildly. A powerful sense of possessive pleasure filled me with indescribable ecstasy!

The body I'd fantasized about every night for years, the secret I'd never even dreamed of, was now laid bare before me. In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her clothes. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now completely exposed.

Sister Zhao possessed such a perfect figure, her skin so fair and flawless, smooth and hairless from thighs to calves. The pubic hair at her vulva was neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, but sparser than my wife's. Her abdomen felt soft and comfortable to the touch. Her breasts weren't too big or too small, but they were truly beautiful, the pink nipples erect as if beckoning me to kiss them.

Her fair buttocks, plump from childbirth, were irresistibly tempting to touch. I slowly parted her tightly closed legs, and a gentle, tangy scent from her genitals washed over me. A pink slit appeared between the black pubic hair, the edges of her labia already damp with her gushing fluids. The color of her labia was much lighter than my wife's, appearing very fresh. This made me wonder, didn't Sister Zhao and Jia have a lot of sex?

Speaking of which, I should mention that, according to many people's descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc., but in reality, given the situation, I simply couldn't do that. I was blinded by lust. Facing that slit, I lost patience, kneeling between her legs, holding her waist with both hands, and thrusting my already engorged penis into her vagina.

But then she tried to refuse me again. She pushed my body away, her lower body swaying from side to side. My glans couldn't fit into her vagina, so I moved my hand from her waist to her buttocks, pulling her lower body closer to me. This way, my glans smoothly touched her vulva. Because of the lubrication, although she resisted, my glans went in smoothly. Then, she started to move backward, and my glans came out again.

At this moment, I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me, and tears streamed down her face. She started shaking her head and whispering to me. I could roughly hear her saying things like "No, I can't." Her mouth was completely clenched because she couldn't cry too loudly. I felt a little sorry for her. This kind of reaction from a woman is actually a way of showing that she is not a cheap or shameless person. But her moist vagina was also calling to me. Yes, everyone is conflicted. Should we act according to the pleasure of the body, or should we be morally rational?

My glans had already entered once, and I couldn't give up so easily. This resistance only increased my excitement and stimulation; my penis felt stronger and harder than ever before. Amidst repeated apologies, I intensified my assault. "Bang!" I was startled. She had been pulling back, her head hitting the headboard. She was probably frightened; her resistance stopped. With that stop, my penis was fully inside her vagina. Then I heard her cry out, "Ah!" and her whole body trembled. My body sank, and for the first time, I truly united with 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, as if the noise had attracted Jia's father's attention outside, I heard footsteps. He left the television and walked towards Jia's room. Neither Sister Zhao nor I dared to move. She closed her eyes even tighter, her nostrils flared, and held her breath. My penis remained inside her vagina, allowing me to feel the tightness of her vaginal walls gripping my penis. It was a beautiful cave, much tighter than my wife's vaginal walls, just as I had seen from the color of her labia earlier. I guessed that because Jia was messing around outside, she rarely made love to Sister Zhao at home.

Seeing that there was no movement, Jia's father went back to the living room sofa to watch the World Cup. Now Sister Zhao dared not misbehave anymore and could only let me enjoy myself on her. I forcefully pushed my penis deep into her vagina. Because of our position, I could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached her cervix, and each thrust touched the head of my penis. At this point, I couldn't care less about being a gentleman and savagely thrust in to the hilt... *smack*... *

thud*... and Sister Zhao began to make "coughing" sounds under my continuous assault.

The hands that had been pushing me away now gripped me tightly, while her hips moved up and down against my penis. I hadn't done this in a long time, and the stimulation made me feel like I was going to ejaculate. I thought to myself, I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I ejaculated now, Sister Zhao would think I'm no better than her!

But Sister Zhao's vagina was already very tight, and it was too stimulating to insert inside. I had to stop my vigorous thrusting and started to slowly and rhythmically insert, trying to rub the rings of flesh inside her vagina as hard as possible. As Sister Zhao became more active, her hips moved up and down faster and faster, her body began to tense up, her face grew hotter and hotter, her lips were slightly pursed, and she was breathing heavily, biting her lips tighter and tighter. I knew she was about to reach her climax.

I pressed my entire body against hers, showing no mercy to her lower body, thrusting my hips slowly and gradually faster, savagely penetrating her vagina. Finally, Sister Zhao's entire body suddenly coiled around me, her breathing rapid and disordered. After a violent tremor, she didn't release herself for a long time. Seeing that Sister Zhao had reached orgasm, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting my body forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone.

"Ah!!!" Thick, hot semen shot through my glans, spraying straight into her deepest part. She felt the temperature of my sperm... her lower body began to contract rhythmically, her cervix seemingly craving this strong, hot semen, beginning to contract.

I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back. She was completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vulva, now calmed by passion, was a mess, her pubic hair soaked with large clumps of vaginal fluid, and a pale white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid began to seep from the pink folds of her thighs.

I gently wiped her clean with a pillowcase, then wiped my still-erect penis, tossed the pillowcase aside, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned to her side, her back to me. I noticed that Sister Zhao barely opened her eyes the entire time, perhaps unsure how to face what had happened that night. I didn't disturb her, quietly put on my clothes, and waited until almost dawn, making sure no one was outside, before quietly leaving.

That night, I experienced the most pleasurable sex in the world—the thrill of completely captivating another man's woman, body and soul.

After achieving real sex with my fantasy object, I returned home the next morning. Because of the World Cup, my wife didn't suspect much that I hadn't come home all night.

I went back to my room to sleep, still filled with lingering excitement. Lying in bed, unable to fall asleep immediately, I looked at my genitals, still wet with the sour smell of secretions from Zhao Jie's tender little hole. My lower body became engorged and swollen again. Recalling Zhao Jie crying beneath me, I masturbated again, finally falling asleep from exhaustion. Perhaps

out of guilt, I didn't contact the couple afterward. I should have been content to have obtained the woman of my dreams, and I truly hoped it would only happen once. I even regretted doing what I did to Zhao Jie. But for some reason, I still had a strong desire to possess Zhao Jie again; it was a long, agonizing ordeal.

Especially one day, more than three months later, Jia called me. To be honest, when I saw the caller ID, I was a little hesitant to answer. But since the problem had arisen, I had no choice but to face it. It was better than him coming to my door and causing trouble. At that moment, I could only take it one step at a time, thinking of various explanations as I nervously answered the phone. Jia sounded very happy. It turned out that Jia had invited me to go out with his family during the National Day holiday. I finally felt relieved, but thinking about how I would face Sister Zhao, I hesitated. But Jia kept persuading me to go. While I refused, I casually asked him, "The security situation is so bad now. Aren't you afraid that if the whole family goes out, it won't be safe at home?"

He said smugly, "Hey! You don't know, I installed a camera at home. It's very hidden, and it monitors 24 hours a day!"

"Ah!" This sentence scared me half to death, and I couldn't help but scream.

"Hehe, I've been saving them onto CDs for a while."

I thought to myself, "Oh no, my last 'secret tryst' must have been recorded." But judging from his tone, it seemed he hadn't checked. To be on the safe side, I immediately asked, "Don't you check the daily recordings?" "

I checked at first, but after a while, I didn't want to anymore. I only rewind when I can't find something to see where it is." I immediately felt much better. I don't remember how I declined his invitation after that. After hanging up, I started planning to destroy the "evidence."

Before Jia left, I invited him out for dinner and drinks. I made an excuse to get his key and quickly had a copy made at the street corner. While drinking, I also learned that the camera was installed in the living room and connected to a separate computer hidden there. Everything was ready, and then I waited for that tense day.

National Day arrived quickly, and Jia indeed drove away from home with his family. To ensure absolute safety, I didn't wait until nightfall, making sure he wouldn't come back, before quietly using my key to open Jia's door. To avoid arousing suspicion from the neighbors, I didn't turn on the lights, but used a flashlight. Quickly, following Jia's instructions, I found the computer that was recording the video. I then used software to modify the footage from that day, copying and pasting frames from two hours of footage from previous nights.

After confirming that the recording had temporarily stopped, I checked the time; only half an hour had passed. I had another hour and a half to find the disc, which I estimated I had enough time. Following Jia's description, I went to their bedroom, crawled under the bed, and sure enough, quickly found a box containing many DVDs. In less than five minutes, I found the disc with the date written on it. Everything went too smoothly. I hurriedly put the disc away and slowly moved it out from under the bed. Just then, I heard the sound of the lock opening on the living room door.

Terrified, I shrank back under the bed, too scared to move. Silence fell instantly, the only sound the pounding of my heart. Even in complete darkness, I dared not open my eyes, hoping it would all end quickly. But the door kept opening with a drawn-out, seemingly laborious sound. They kept changing keys and trying again, each turn sending my heart pounding wildly. I felt like I was suffocating.

After a series of frantic key-turning sounds, the door finally opened. I heard only one person enter, their footsteps heavy, but I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. Just as I was guessing, "Bang!" the door slammed shut. My instinctive reaction startled me, and I jerked my head up, hitting the floorboards. "Ouch!" I rubbed my head. "I need to calm down!" I told myself. This door-opening sound didn't seem like Jia or his family; perhaps it was a rude thief. Although I was still scared, this thought made me less anxious than when I actually saw Jia and the others. So I continued listening to what was happening outside.

The person who came in didn't move for about five minutes, probably observing the room. After a while, I heard heavy, slow footsteps move into the kitchen, followed by a chaotic rummaging for something. A glass bottle was opened, and he started gulping it down. I thought this guy was incredibly bold—the noise and movements of stealing were so loud, yet he was drinking so leisurely .

Just as I was racking my brains, the guy entered the room. I immediately smelled a strong odor of alcohol. Good heavens!

He must have scouted the place; he knew the owner wouldn't come back, which is why he was so brazen. The room light was turned on, and I instinctively huddled up. Because the bedspread was dragging on the floor, I couldn't see him, and he couldn't see me. But his already loud movements were exceptionally clear in the room, especially the occasional big gulp of alcohol.

He started searching for something, his movements were brutal, throwing things everywhere. After a while, he suddenly collapsed heavily onto the bed and fell silent. Had he discovered me? I didn't dare move. We remained in this stalemate for about ten minutes. I thought I heard snoring. Humph! This guy's pretty cunning, trying to lure me out. I won't fall for it. Another ten minutes passed, and apart from his intermittent snoring, everything was quiet. You know, staying in this position for so long is very uncomfortable. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to check the situation outside. I gently pulled up the bedspread and peeked out. A pair of women's feet came into view. Good heavens!

It's a female thief! Now I felt bolder. A female thief? With my skills, I could handle her, right? Besides, she's a drunken rat. I decided to launch a surprise attack. I prepared myself, took a deep breath, and "whoosh!" I quickly crawled out of bed, rolled on the spot, and stood up to throw a punch. Then I saw it was none other than Sister Zhao lying on the bed!

Curiosity, surprise, tension, excitement! At that moment, I didn't know how many mixed feelings I had. I stared intently at the woman lying on the bed. She had drunk a lot of alcohol, and lay there dazed, clutching a bottle of strong liquor (45% ABV) tightly in one hand. Her legs dragged on the edge of the bed from the knees down. She was dressed in Nike women's casual wear. It seemed she was also going on a trip, but why was she at home? I suddenly felt a pang of pity. She must have had another argument on the way. Every time she and Jia argued, Jia's parents would also criticize her. She must have suffered a lot on the way.

"My poor Sister Zhao," I wanted to comfort her, but she remained unconscious. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of food choked me, forcing me to lift my head and take a deep breath. She probably drank a lot before going home and even threw up. I tried to put her feet on the bed, but I hadn't expected that Sister Zhao, despite her petite frame, would be so heavy after drinking. I had to lift half of her to place her in the middle of the bed, and sweat immediately poured down my forehead.

Sister Zhao didn't react at all to my forceful movement; she remained fast asleep and motionless. Poor Sister Zhao, she really needed a good rest. I pulled the blanket over her, but then I thought it wouldn't do, so I helped her remove her clothes. I lifted her arms and pulled her sportswear over her head, through her raised arms, and took it off.

She was wearing a light blue bra today, which had probably been pulled too hard while she was drunk; it was now displaced, tightly wedged around halfway up her breasts. I had to reach around her back and loosen the bra, revealing a red, semi-circular mark on her breast. My heart ached even more, and I unconsciously licked the mark with my tongue. I'd seen these breasts before, but this time it felt different. They still felt fresh and new, perhaps because the environment was different last time. This time, I could calmly and carefully observe them.

Since Sister Zhao was asleep anyway, I began to caress them again. These alluring breasts, which I hadn't seen for over three months, were still so elastic, undulating in my hands. To be honest, last time it was too sudden, and I hadn't really had a chance to properly experience Sister Zhao's body, but this time was different. Tonight was truly beautiful.

I slowly began kissing my way up Zhao Jie's upper body, past her smooth yet taut abdomen, and down to her alluring thighs. Her tight-fitting sports pants accentuated the bulging mounds of her genitals. I lifted her buttocks and pulled down her pants, revealing her soft, light blue panties, already deeply embedded in her vulva, showcasing her alluring cleft. As I sucked on her covered genitals through her panties, a familiar, tangy taste filled my body, and my penis swelled as if fermenting.

The familiar scent made me unconsciously strip naked. Then I lifted Sister Zhao's round buttocks and slowly pulled down her panties. Tonight was all my time, and I didn't want to be as hasty as last time. When the panties were halfway down, Sister Zhao's sparse black curly hair slowly popped out from the edge of her pants, standing in front of me. I put my mouth to it and deeply inhaled the mysterious scent of the woman emanating from her pubic hair. I pounced on her legs and pulled the panties down to her knees with both hands. Then I used my feet to completely remove the panties and spread Sister Zhao's legs wide open with my feet.

The familiar scene suddenly became somewhat dizzying. Unconscious, Sister Zhao wasn't secreting any sweet fluids. Her red labia lay shyly at the entrance of her vulva, partially obscuring her clitoris. It was the first time I'd put my face so close to Sister Zhao's private parts. I began to try touching her labia with my tongue. I smelled a slightly sour odor. I hesitated, wanting to withdraw my tongue, but held my breath and used the tip of my tongue to part her labia, then teased Sister Zhao's flesh back and forth in a slapping motion. Only then did I realize that the smell of a woman's private parts wasn't as strong as it smelled; instead, it was like a sweet spring, making a man want to suck it dry.

I began to suckle with a relaxed hand, and tremblingly inserted my tongue into Sister Zhao's vagina. At first, I felt a little dryness at the vaginal opening, but after a few teasing touches with my tongue, I soon felt some sticky liquid slide into my mouth. I sucked it in as much as I could, then probed my tongue into the lower part of Sister Zhao's pink slit and licked upwards until I reached the sensitive nipple at the top. At this moment, my face was covered with Sister Zhao's sour juice.

Perhaps sensing something, Sister Zhao began to toss and turn a few times, finally curling up on her side on the bed. Making sure she wasn't awake, I tightly embraced her buttocks from behind, so her genitals were facing my glans. Afraid she'd sober up, I forcefully thrust into her. "...Ah..." I felt a sharp pain in my glans. Perhaps due to the earlier pause, Sister Zhao's vagina had become dry, and being inherently narrow, the dryness caused me pain as soon as I entered. Each entry was difficult, so I had to hold her buttocks down and slowly probe my penis in.

However, the unconscious Sister Zhao responded slowly to stimulation from her vaginal walls, and the secretions weren't enough for me to slide quickly inside her. I grabbed her breasts from behind, and as I thrust deeply into her, her breasts struck my hands forward. But the vagina, unable to accelerate the thrusting, gradually lost its lubrication. I felt increasing pain down there; perhaps tonight wasn't the right time for this. I decisively pulled my penis out.

Because the penis was in such close contact with the vagina, I heard a "pop" sound, like a piston being turned. I saw a small amount of blood on the glans when it came out, probably because there wasn't much lubrication and the foreskin had broken. I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe it clean, ready to finish, but I noticed there were no marks on my genitals. It was probably Zhao Jie's vagina that I had broken. I used both hands to spread her round buttocks and began to carefully examine her private parts.

Then, I gently parted the two labia with my fingers, revealing the pink vaginal opening. Due to the intense thrusting just now, there was a little white foam and some blood on the vaginal opening. After a while, a little more blood flowed out from the slit. Looking at this blood, I thought of how it must have been when Jia enjoyed Zhao Jie's first time as a virgin. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but use the glans to plug the bleeding opening. Perhaps because of the blood, my entire penis was buried deep inside.

Strangely, the discomfort from the dryness inside Zhao Jie's vagina, coupled with the resistance from the uneven vaginal walls, didn't stop my thrusting. Instead, it fueled my frenzy. My lower abdomen repeatedly slammed against her upturned buttocks, making slapping sounds. The friction from our tightly intertwined bodies caused a dull ache, yet I thrust wildly, deep and shallow, left and right, lost in the fantasy that this was Zhao Jie's first time being penetrated in her virginity! Perhaps it was the unique aspect of "stealing love," but the satisfaction I felt far surpassed the sensation of taking Zhao Jie's virginity.

Due to the excessive stimulation, my body relaxed, and immediately, all my nerves seemed to concentrate at the glans. A surge of heat, like an electric current, coursed through my body, gushing from my penis and spraying deep into Zhao Jie's core. I convulsed, tightly embracing Zhao Jie.

When I pulled out my penis, it was red and wet from the torment, but still erect. I was surprised that I had never had such a strong erection before. Looking again, Sister Zhao was still fast asleep, her familiar face still exuding the unique charm of a young woman. Still not satisfied, I turned the unconscious Sister Zhao over, laying her flat on the bed. Then I pressed myself on top of her, placing her legs on my shoulders.

I began to move vigorously, my right hand on her mons pubis, inserting my entire penis and then pulling it out completely. The tender skin of her vaginal opening gripped my penis, being pulled in and out with the movement. With the red and white fluid slowly flowing from Sister Zhao's vulva, my entire penis once again plunged deeply into this tormented little hole, until my testicles hit Sister Zhao's perineum. Unlike before, this time, her vagina was filled with a mixture of semen and blood, moistening the entire little hole.

I had never enjoyed such a comfortable vagina before, narrow yet lubricated and elastic. After repeated thrusting, I felt the vagina, tightly gripping my penis, begin its first suction of the night. It seemed the woman's body reacted much slower at this point. Zhao Jie's hot vagina began to respond to each of my thrusts, sometimes retreating, her mons pubis pressing down on my penis as if trying to force me to withdraw, and sometimes her vaginal muscles tightening as if refusing to relax, gripping me powerfully and evenly.

I had never experienced this feeling with my wife. I felt I could no longer withstand this stimulation, so I pressed my body against Zhao Jie's soft body, feeling the friction between my chest and Zhao Jie's nipples with each thrust, enjoying the lewd sounds made by the constant contact and thrusting of our genitals. I ejaculated inside Zhao Jie's body again. Although the amount of semen was less, the pleasure from ejaculation still left my whole body convulsing and completely limp.

Having sex with a drunk person, especially after a bout of heavy breathing, made me feel like I'd also drunk a lot. My head was spinning. I checked my watch; almost two hours had passed since I entered their house. The time I'd set for the living room video recording was almost up. Without even tidying up, I quickly dressed and staggered home.

As soon as I entered, I saw my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. Feeling guilty, I sensed something had happened and quickly explained, "It's a company party, the boss is there too."

But my wife suddenly stood up and hugged me. I was startled by this sudden action. I hurriedly tried to find out what had happened.

"It's Sister Zhao, she just called."

Hearing this, I was immediately terrified. Had Sister Zhao called and reported me?! "She, what happened to her?"

"You're not allowed to tell anyone. Sister Zhao told me not to tell anyone." My wife looked at me suspiciously, waiting for my answer. Actually, I knew she would never keep her promise; that's how I always shared Sister Zhao's "secrets" with her.

"Okay, okay, I won't say." I replied casually, but more importantly, I wanted to know what had happened immediately.

"I was going to sleep before you came, but the phone call woke me up. It was Sister Zhao. She seemed really panicked, so I tried to comfort her, but what she said scared me so much I can't sleep anymore." My wife seemed to be recalling the events of the previous night with a sense of horror, hugging me tightly as she spoke.

"Didn't they go on a trip?"

"You know her relationship with Jia has been really bad lately. They had another big fight on the way home, and in a fit of anger, she took a taxi home."

"You women are always so temperamental!" I was actually quite happy that this had happened, bringing me another happy night, but to avoid being discovered by my wife, I pretended not to understand Sister Zhao.

"Ugh, can't you listen to my family?!" My wife was a little annoyed that I interrupted her.

To keep listening, I coaxed her again: "I won't interrupt, I'll listen carefully."

"Sister Zhao was home alone tonight, but she woke up just now to find herself completely naked, as if she had been raped, but she checked and the doors and windows were locked."

As soon as I heard that Sister Zhao was completely naked, my penis involuntarily became erect again. My wife seemed still immersed in fear, oblivious to the change in my lower body, and continued, "She called, saying she was too scared to sleep and asked me to come keep her company. But when I heard that, I got scared too. It's just the two of us women; we need a man. So I told her to come stay with us for a few days until Jia and the others return."

"What did Sister Zhao say? Is she coming?" I blurted out, then realized I'd been a bit too agitated.

"At first she refused, but I told her I really couldn't go to her house. You know, she doesn't have any other friends. After thinking about it, she reluctantly agreed. After hanging up, I was too scared to sleep, so I'm watching TV here, waiting for you to come back."

I glanced at my watch; it was already 3:30 AM. I said, "I'm going to sleep now, I don't care about you guys." Actually, I knew what had happened and secretly found it amusing, but thinking about what I'd done to Sister Zhao tonight, I felt a little embarrassed, so I made an excuse and went back to my room.

My wife, not daring to be outside alone, followed me in, still clinging tightly to me. The thought of Sister Zhao being beneath me tonight, without her even realizing it, stirred a surge of excitement within me. The warmth of my wife's body against me further fueled my desire. I roughly parted her long, slender legs and thrust inside her.

My wife, thinking I was trying to soothe her, also tried to open her legs wider to match my frenzied thrusting. I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and my semen was nearly gone, so it would take a long time. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Oh no, Sister Zhao's here!" my wife and I exclaimed simultaneously. My wife hurriedly got up, grabbed some tissues to wipe herself, put on her pajamas, and went to open the door. At that moment, I couldn't describe my feelings. Nobody wants to be interrupted at this time, and I even started to blame Sister Zhao for spoiling my mood.

A torrential downpour began outside, accompanied by lightning and thunder. I couldn't hear what the two women were saying in the living room. Just as I was about to get up and go to the door to listen, my wife opened the door and came in, asking if I could sleep on the sofa outside; she wanted to sleep with Sister Zhao. I had no choice but to pack my things, grab a blanket, and go to the living room. I glanced at Sister Zhao; she was soaked to the bone. She must have rushed out without bringing any rain gear. From her eyes, I could tell she was truly terrified tonight, her face filled with tension and confusion. When she saw me looking at her, she nodded slightly apologetically and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry about tonight."

I was about to lie down on the sofa when my wife told Sister Zhao to go take a hot shower first, lest she catch a cold. I felt it was a bit unseemly for me, a grown man, to be lying on the sofa, so I turned on the TV. My wife bustled around preparing things for Sister Zhao to wash up. After a while, Sister Zhao was almost done washing, and I saw my wife take one of her own bras and a pair of disposable paper panties from the bedroom to the bathroom for Sister Zhao to change into. It turns out my wife is quite thoughtful; women are very particular about the hygiene of their underwear, after all, a woman's genitals are very "vulnerable" to bacteria, and disposable underwear is more hygienic.

For some reason, the two of them started laughing in the bathroom. It was probably a bit sudden, as the laughter was quite loud; you could hear it even with thunder outside. But they quickly stopped, as if realizing something. Thinking that the familiar underwear that my wife usually wore was about to be worn by Sister Zhao, I pulled my wife to the sofa and pleaded, "Honey, while Sister Zhao is washing up, let's finish what we were doing."

"Ugh, there are outsiders here, I'm so embarrassed," my wife said, blushing. "

But I'm so upset, we only did half of it, please understand," I continued to plead.

"Fine, just bear with it. If you really can't take it, should you take a sleeping pill?"

"You took one?"

"Yeah, do you think I wasn't upset halfway through? I wanted it too! Anyway, if you want one, help yourself. I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed." After saying that, my wife went to the bathroom door and came out with Sister Zhao. Seeing the two of them still laughing, I asked curiously, "What were you laughing about? Why were you so loud?"

Sister Zhao and my wife were taken aback by my sudden question, then looked at each other. I saw Sister Zhao's face turn red, while my wife quickly excused herself, saying, "Men shouldn't interfere in women's affairs!" and pulled Sister Zhao back to the room to sleep. I, on the other hand, helplessly stared blankly at the boring TV in the middle of the night.

The night was so long. Loud claps of thunder made the car alarms in the neighborhood go off incessantly. The sofa was already comfortable to sleep on, and I was feeling resentful towards Sister Zhao for the unpleasantness of the evening. Angrily, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, only to see the bra my wife had given Sister Zhao to change into still on the washing machine. I seemed to understand why they had been laughing earlier. My wife's breasts weren't as big as Sister Zhao's, and the bra must have been extremely uncomfortable for her. That was definitely why they were laughing.

Returning to the living room, I found Sister Zhao already sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, she explained somewhat embarrassedly, "Your wife sleeps so well; even with such loud thunder, she didn't wake up." Then, she awkwardly turned back to watch TV.

Seeing her somewhat flustered expression, I knew she had been frightened by the thunder, especially tonight's thunderstorm. The bedroom lights were off; she must have been very scared to have come to the brightly lit living room. I smiled and sat down on the sofa again. She sat on one side, and I sat on the other. We both felt very uncomfortable. The TV was showing some boring reruns, but we still pretended to be engrossed.

After all, tonight had been a terrible night for Sister Zhao. First, she argued with her family, then I took advantage of her without her noticing, making her think she had been possessed by something "unclean," and now she was being terrorized by thunder, not to mention her partner was sleeping soundly.

Since I was bored, I started observing her while pretending to watch TV. She was wearing one of my wife's brown floral cotton dresses, her arms were clasped together, and her breasts were accentuated by the fabric pressed down by her hands. Her nipples were visible as small bumps against the cotton. I thought to myself, I was right, she couldn't fit into my wife's bra, so she had to go "gone." I don't know why, but even though I'd seen Sister Zhao's full, perky breasts twice already, the feeling of them being covered by a thin cotton pad gave me an inexplicable sense of novelty and excitement. This stimulation made my lower body feel like it was about to get hard again.

To avoid making a fool of myself here, I forced myself to shift my attention to the television, but the program had long since stopped airing. Sister Zhao and I remained silent, still staring at the TV. When I peeked at her again, I noticed that her eyes were occasionally glancing in my direction. I pretended not to notice, but this immersion was driving me crazy. I started thinking about how to break the deadlock.

"Boom!" A sudden, deafening clap of thunder seemed to strike the neighborhood, and almost simultaneously, everything went dark. Aside from the constant sirens of car alarms, nothing could be seen; the entire area was without power, truly pitch black. I felt like I'd forgotten where I was; the thunder was terrifying. I was so frightened that I didn't regain my senses until everyone turned off their car alarms.

"Boom!!!" Another series of deafening claps followed. In the brief flash of lightning, I finally saw Sister Zhao. She seemed to only then realize where I was. Just before the darkness returned after the lightning subsided, she shoved herself next to me, pressing tightly against me, her body trembling violently. For me, it all happened so suddenly. I could feel her heart pounding, because her chest was pressed tightly against mine.

I didn't know whether to feel lucky or regretful that it was happening in my own home. I kept reminding myself that my wife was in another room, and that I'd already taken Sister Zhao's body tonight—I couldn't do this in front of her—while trying to persuade her not to hold me like that, as it would make me impulsive. No matter what I said, she still wouldn't let go of me. Desperate, I resorted to a last resort. I told her honestly, "Sister Zhao, please don't do this. It'll make me impulsive, and I might do something wrong."

Like thunder that never stops, she held me tightly, refusing to let go. It was still pitch black all around, but I couldn't wait any longer. I pleaded again, "If you don't let go, I really will do something wrong!"

Still no response. I issued my final ultimatum: "I'll count to three, and then I'm going to start touching you."

Hearing this, I felt her head, resting on my shoulder, sway from side to side, but she still didn't let go. I didn't know if she wasn't letting go or if she didn't agree to me touching her. Without thinking much, I started counting softly: "One, two… three!"

Actually, I didn't intend to actually touch her, but I could clearly feel that because she was genuinely afraid of me touching her, her hand naturally moved towards her chest. This action made me realize she was actually wary of me, and I immediately felt a sense of defeat and rejection. She had interrupted my lovemaking with my wife, and now she was offering herself to me, yet she wouldn't give herself to me. A series of thoughts ignited a desire for revenge within me, fueled by a man's lustful desire for a woman's body. I longed for her to take the initiative.

That seemed to alleviate my guilt towards my wife. Thinking this, I was surprised by my own boldness. I began to enjoy this loud, thunderous sound; I hoped it would come even more fiercely!

She was sitting to my left, so I forcefully used my left hand to separate her arm, firmly grasping her breast through her cotton skirt.

"Ah! I'm just scared, please don't do this!" Although she struggled with pleading, the soft "mmm, mmm" sounds deep in her throat betrayed her insincerity. Now her resistance was merely a facade. Because we couldn't see each other, I could only feel a panting mouth searching for my face. I followed the heat and tightly sucked on her lips, exchanging saliva.

My right hand impatiently circled around to Zhao Jie's back, sliding down to her lower body, touching her firm, plump buttocks through her cotton skirt. All struggles were completely abandoned, replaced by Zhao Jie's hands frantically venting on my back. And so, on my living room sofa, we kissed without restraint.

At first, she only moaned softly. We leaned against each other on the sofa, and I pressed my whole body against her. Since she was at the bottom, my right hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, had to be withdrawn, but it quickly slipped under the hem of her cotton skirt, reaching the base of her thighs. I touched the disposable paper panties my wife had given her. This was the first time I had touched the inside of her thighs. I gently ran my middle finger along her delicate thighs, while my index finger inadvertently touched her private parts through the thin cotton paper.

The woman couldn't resist this kind of probing. She couldn't let my hand do as I pleased, so she actively clamped my hand between her legs, as if afraid my hand would leave her. Then she started squeezing her legs from side to side, and her vulva rubbed against my hand. Her moans grew louder, though they were drowned out by the thunder, I still gestured for her to be quiet.

At this moment, my left hand, still covering her breasts through the soft cotton cloth, actually gave me a stronger pleasure than if I had directly covered her breasts. I caressed her breasts, which I had already ravaged that night, and their elasticity felt different from when I was at her house earlier. Besides their incredible resilience, they were also softer, with a smoothness from the cotton cloth, giving them a unique flavor.

I moved my body downwards, bending down to lick my erect nipples through her cotton skirt. In the darkness, her hand awkwardly found my groin, unzipping my pants. My already hard penis felt the cool release. She stroked it with her hand, clearly unsure how to properly care for a man's manhood, simply gripping it tightly and loosely. Perhaps because I was sucking on her nipple, her breasts were larger and fuller than during my previous encounters.

I felt that my mouth alone wasn't enough, so I used my left hand again, squeezing it from the side through her skirt towards the center of her breast, kneading and rubbing it with effort, sometimes using my thumb and forefinger to gently bite and rub the nipple. Her soft breathing turned into heavy gasps. Sister Zhao's sexy voice stimulated my lower body. I pulled my right hand out from under my legs and searched under the hem of her skirt.

But in the darkness, I couldn't reach the elastic band of that annoying disposable panty. Impatient, I returned to her genitals. A large amount of sticky fluid had already soaked the cotton panty covering her vulva. I couldn't wait any longer. "Hiss!" Without much force, I tore the disposable panty open from the damp spot, my hand covered in the sticky fluid from her wet pubic hair.

I bit down on her nipples, which were already soaked with saliva under her skirt, biting harder and harder, then opening my mouth wide to take both nipples in. I bit the left, then the right. The darkness erased all her shame; she completely let go, breathing heavily as if she'd never been so stimulated before. I was too aroused, and she was probably too excited too, pulling hard on my penis. It hurt so much I almost cried, but it was also incredibly stimulating. She tried to lift her hips upwards, and I groped along the fluid with my right middle finger, preparing to insert it into her vagina. My finger touched her labia...

She suddenly grabbed my hand with one hand. I knew what she was thinking, and immediately whispered, "Don't worry, I washed my hands, they're very clean." She then let go of my hand, and just like that, my middle finger was deeply buried in her flesh. I turned my palm up and began to bend my middle finger repeatedly. I touched the ring-shaped inner walls of her vagina, and I began to repeatedly stimulate the G-spot clitoris inside her vagina. She seemed to be saying something in her heavy breathing. I moved my head closer and faintly heard her calling for me to hurry up and enter her body.

I knew it was time, but I still deliberately said, "No, Sister Zhao, I've already made a mistake with you once, I... I can't." As I spoke, I tried to leave her, but Sister Zhao was already unable to extricate herself. In a few quick movements, she pulled my pants down to my knees, pushed me down to the other end of the sofa, spread her legs and placed them on my waist, one hand on the back of the sofa to stabilize her body, and then used her other hand to find my erect penis, groping and aiming it at her vulva, and then sat down hard. "Plop!"

Because Sister Zhao's vulva was so wet, my penis made a muffled sound when it went in. It felt indescribably good! This was the first time Sister Zhao had used her hand to guide my penis into her most secret place. Although my wife had taken her medication and was fast asleep, I was still a little worried. Even though my penis was inside Sister Zhao's vagina, I was still somewhat distracted and let her move on her own. She probably didn't feel satisfied, so she started moving her body up and down and back and forth to match my penis, making her movements more intense than usual.

I don't know if it was the darkness of the night, or the atmosphere of the thunder and rain, but it ignited a more primal wildness within me. I began to thrust my hips upwards with abandon, each time penetrating deeply, the copious amounts of fluid secreted by Sister Zhao splashed everywhere with the impact of our genitals. Several times, when I went too deep and touched her cervix, she would convulse in pain.

I felt more and more fluid flowing down her buttocks, onto my pubic hair, and then onto my legs. That stimulation made me thrust even harder. Neither of us needed to speak, nor could we see each other's lewd expressions. Her movements changed from large to small and rapid, her breathing becoming increasingly indistinct. She pulled my hand up from under her skirt and placed it on her breast. I knew she was about to climax, so I cooperated by squeezing it hard, while my penis thrust up and down rapidly.

This was my first time doing this, and the novelty and excitement quickly made me feel like I couldn't hold back my semen. I signaled to her that I was going to ejaculate, and then a loud clap of thunder sounded. I vaguely heard her moan a few times after reaching her peak of excitement. I didn't care about anything else, straightened up, and pushed her down again, quickly burying my penis deep into her vagina. After two or three seconds, a surge of pleasure erupted, and she twitched a few times before collapsing limply beneath me.

We remained like that for a few minutes. I kissed her face, while she remained limp on the sofa, unable to recover. I got up, went to the bathroom by memory, found some toilet paper, and returned to the living room. I easily reached the sofa, because Zhao Jie's constant breathing in the dark had told me her location. She couldn't move, and didn't want to move. I used the toilet paper to thoroughly clean my lower body, legs, and pubic hair, and then sat down on the sofa.

I groped her body, which I was already familiar with after several encounters, and touched her private parts. I cleaned her genitals and tidied her up. Then I helped her to the bedroom and placed her next to my wife. I was worried and gently called my wife's name a few times, but she was still fast asleep and didn't answer. I then went back to the living room to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, already past 8 o'clock. I was startled. I usually sleep late, but today was an exception because I wanted to get up early to check the traces I hadn't cleaned up the night before. As I thought this, I observed the sofa. The area around where we had been so passionate last night was so clean. Yes, look at those torn underwear! I was about to check the trash can when I saw Sister Zhao already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. It seemed she had gotten up earlier than me and cleaned up the mess. "What a thoughtful woman!" I smiled knowingly.

When Sister Zhao saw me watching her from the kitchen doorway, she seemed a little embarrassed and avoided direct eye contact. Her face was noticeably flushed, a woman's most alluring charm, which reminded me of the early days of living with my wife, the way she greeted me every morning. Hehe, I can't think about it anymore, I'm getting "erect" again. I'd better go check on my wife.

I went back to the bedroom. My wife was still fast asleep in bed. I chuckled to myself. Then I heard Sister Zhao come to the door and call my wife to get up for breakfast. After my wife washed up, the three of us ate breakfast together. Sister Zhao and my wife chatted and laughed, making small talk. I noticed her glancing at me every now and then, her eyes filled with happiness—something she'd never done before. I didn't really hear what they were saying. Suddenly, my wife took Sister Zhao's hand and said, "Let's stay a few more days, until the holiday is over. Let Jia know what life is like without you!" I stopped, waiting for her answer. She looked up at me. My wife, thinking she was worried I wouldn't agree, said, "He won't object! Don't worry, he wouldn't dare disobey me!"

"Then thank you so much!" Sister Zhao nodded in agreement. The three of us laughed. I looked at her, and she looked at me. We happily spent a joyful morning laughing!

Sister Zhao stayed at my house. Unfortunately, my wife was also on holiday and stayed home every day. The two women either went shopping or chatted incessantly, acting as if I didn't exist. Sometimes, I would sit with my wife's back to me, watching Sister Zhao. Occasionally, Sister Zhao would steal glances at me, and when our eyes met, I could see regret and helplessness in her eyes. I guessed that perhaps she wasn't really listening to my wife's nagging, and sure enough, she was always caught off guard by my wife's sudden questions. It was a painful torment, bittersweet yet with the sweetness of first love.

Every night, Sister Zhao would take a hot shower, and listening to the irregular dripping of the water, I would fantasize that I was the hot water flowing over every inch of Sister Zhao's skin. Only at this moment could I release all the pent-up desires from these sexual fantasies onto my wife. At night, I would lie alone on the sofa and masturbate until my whole body was weak and I would fall into a deep sleep. This went on every day. On the sixth day, I began to feel weakness in my limbs and severe pain in my lower back, forcing me to stop this frenzied activity.

On the last day of the holiday, due to continuous exhaustion, I woke up to find the sun already high in the sky. I looked around but didn't see the two women. The bedroom door was open, and apart from the neatly folded blankets, the room was empty. I went to the kitchen and heard someone taking a shower in the bathroom. In broad daylight, it must be my wife. It seemed Sister Zhao had gone home. Thinking of this, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss, and my already tired body felt even heavier.

"I'll take a shower, relax, and ask my wife to scrub my back. I'll forget all about it!" I comforted myself, took off my pajamas, found the key, opened the bathroom door, and went in. The entire bathroom was enveloped in steamy mist. Through the haze, I saw my wife with her back to me, rinsing her shampoo. The thought of wanting to hold Sister Zhao while she showered every night brought back the disappointment I'd felt earlier. I couldn't help but hug her from behind and whisper in her ear, "Darling, I love you!"

My wife stopped washing her hair, turned around, and nestled tightly in my arms. Only then did I realize that the woman in my arms was Sister Zhao!

"Ah!!" At that moment, I was the one who cried out—or rather, cheered.

Only the sound of running water filled the air. We clung to each other for what seemed like an eternity before Sister Zhao finally said, "Let me help you wash your back!"

I released her and noticed her eyes were red; she was crying. I wanted to cry too. Yes, she was leaving. Perhaps she was already home, perhaps—so many possibilities. We didn't speak. I stood with my back to her, feeling her wiping my back with a damp towel. It was a little forceful, but it didn't hurt. What hurt was my heart. I don't quite remember if she finished wiping my entire back; I felt her hand holding the towel stop.

I turned around and saw her covering her face with one hand. She didn't want me to see her crying, so she went back to rinsing herself in the water. I wanted to say something, but I remained silent, took the towel from her, and started washing her. This was the first time I'd ever helped a woman bathe. A few times when my wife bathed, I'd just glanced at her and walked away, but this time, I wanted to stay, hoping it would last as long as possible. After a while, I heard Sister Zhao calm down a bit, occasionally sobbing as she said, "She...she went to work."

I knew she was talking about my wife. Yes, I'd forgotten it was my wife's turn to work today. Sister Zhao was so thoughtful; even now, she could sense what I was worried about. She must want me to stay without worry. What a lovely woman. I lathered my hands with shower gel and gently rubbed it on her body. She laughed as my hands moved, instantly enlivening the atmosphere in the bathroom. When I washed her firm, full breasts, she laughed even harder, her body writhing in response. But the more I washed her, the more I wanted to arouse her. I followed the flow of water, touching her mysterious triangle area, especially when I was washing her vulva. She buried her head in my chest, almost collapsing onto me, letting me use my shower gel-covered fingers to explore her vulva.

I took the showerhead and started rinsing her genitals. Under the impact of the water, her already sparse pubic hair appeared even thinner. I used my fingers to gently pry open her tightly closed vulva and rinsed off the shower gel foam with water. But no matter how much I rinsed, I felt that it was still full of sticky fluid. I was worried that the shower gel might have gone in too far, so I squatted down and used my hand to lift her pink labia. I found that both labia were already engorged and swollen. Sister Zhao was feeling some desire. The sticky fluid was not shower gel, but her constantly secreted "nectar".

Actually, my penis had been standing erect and eager for a while. I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up, pressed my engorged, red glans down, and slipped it between Zhao Jie's legs, reaching the area with the most fluid. I bent my legs slightly and straightened up again, and my penis easily entered her warm, moist opening. I thrust in and out a couple of times, but standing like that made it difficult to make any big movements, and my penis could only penetrate about a third of the way. Plus, my lower back started to ache from the awkward movement, so I reluctantly pulled out.

I turned off the water, picked up Zhao Jie, and rushed to the bedroom. She cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I gently placed her on the bed and pressed my body against hers. This reminded me of my wedding night with my wife, when I enjoyed the prelude to our wedding night in the same way—how warm and cozy it was! Thinking of this, I gazed tenderly at Zhao Jie beneath me. She looked back at me, her face flushed, seemingly lost in some beautiful memories.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked softly, my hand gently caressing her full breasts.

"No, no," Sister Zhao said, a hint of nervousness creeping in.

I could see the barely concealed excitement in her sparkling eyes, yet it was so unusual, not the kind of excitement born of sexual desire.

"It's probably because it's the first time I've lain on this bed with you, a little... I... I don't know." Seeing my questioning look, she explained again.

"Thinking about Jia, huh?" I asked again, half-jokingly, anxiously awaiting her denial.

Sister Zhao didn't answer, her eyes darting away, avoiding my gaze. A sudden pang of sadness shot through me, and my penis went limp as if losing all power.

"It must have been a very happy memory, right?" I suppressed my sorrow and asked softly, unsure what answer I wanted. Perhaps, just...

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