A vague account of the rape of a friend's wife

One weekend, near the end of my workday, I received a call from my wife, who said she was going shopping with Sister Zhao and wouldn't be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The child was staying with her mother, and she told me not to wait for her. I mumbled something and hung up. Around midnight, there wasn't anything good on TV, so I went to sleep.
Actually, lying in bed, I started fantasizing about Sister Zhao, my friend's wife. She was in her early thirties, a year older than me, so my wife and I both called her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she had given birth, but her figure was still like that of a young unmarried woman; her skin was very fair, and although she wasn't very tall, she was very beautiful. Especially when she wore low-rise pants, the curves of her lower body were exposed. Her round, short buttocks aroused a strong desire to penetrate her, though I always felt a sense of shame towards my friends and my wife. However, when I made love with my wife, I couldn't help but think of Sister Zhao's moaning in bed, which made me even happier. Naturally, Sister Zhao became the object of my nighttime sexual fantasies.
She had a standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were smooth and hairless, her pubic hair was a neat inverted triangle, but sparser than my wife's. Her soft abdomen had a little fat, but it felt even softer and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts weren't too big or too small, but they were definitely beautiful, with erect, light brown nipples that seemed to beckon me to kiss them. Her fair buttocks, having given birth, were very plump, making me want to caress them involuntarily. A gentle, sour scent from a woman's genitals wafted towards me. I slowly parted her legs, revealing a pinkish slit between her 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 vibrant. This color made me wonder how Sister Zhao and Jia could have so little sexual history after so many years.
"Stop it, I want to sleep!" my wife said, a little petulantly.
"What's wrong? Who bothered you again? I don't care if I play or not!" I was quite energetic, my good mood suddenly dampened. I simply said nothing, got up, dressed, and drove out of the community.
On the way, I didn't know where to go. Sometimes I saw adult shops on the roadside with signs that read: "No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity!" I took a look and became interested. Actually, I'd always thought my wife might be frigid, but buying some kind of aphrodisiac from these small shops seemed risky. It wouldn't matter if it didn't work, but if it caused her death, that would be a real problem. But seeing this advertisement today, no need for medication? I wanted to see. However, since it was near my own neighborhood, to avoid running into acquaintances, I thought I'd look elsewhere. I drove all the way to the city center before finding another shop that sold it. I parked, but didn't rush in. Instead, I observed first. It was my first time in such a shop, and I felt a little embarrassed. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man around forty, so I hesitated to go in.
"Is it a male or female frigidity?" the middle-aged man asked me quite calmly.
"Um, it's a female."
"Oh, you can try this. It's not expensive, only 100 yuan." The man turned around and placed a package on the counter.
Maybe I thought it was cheap, or maybe it was too important, but I left the money, grabbed the equipment, and quickly left the store. Once in the car, I breathed 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 it and slowly see what kind of equipment it contained. Just as I put the bag on my lap, my eyes lit up. I saw a familiar figure—a prominent chest, a high, rounded buttocks—that familiar figure! It was Sister Zhao! My first instinct told me, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was definitely her! My sex goddess!
She was wearing a light-colored fitted top and a light-colored pleated skirt, carrying a shopping bag. She probably just came from a bar and was about to hail a taxi. Without thinking much of it, I quickly drove up to her and gently honked the horn. She awkwardly bent down to look into the car, and that's when I realized she seemed to have been drinking; her normally fair face was flushed. After looking at me for a while, she probably recognized me, and her puzzled expression vanished as she laughed, "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you." "Going home? I'll give you a ride!" she said. I waited anxiously for her reply.
Lost in my fantasies, I was interrupted by my wife's movements as she got into bed. My throbbing erection from the earlier sexual fantasies compelled me to embrace her back, one hand gently caressing her breasts while the other stroked her genitals.
Perhaps to avoid trouble, she straightened up and looked around. Seeing it was getting late and the taxi hadn't arrived, she said, "Oh, thank you for your trouble." Sister Zhao got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and put the equipment in the back seat. I smelled a faint scent of perfume on her. I glanced at her sideways... It was only then that I noticed her shirt was unbuttoned up to the third button, and through the loose collar, I could see the upper part of her fair, full breasts and a deep cleavage. Perhaps she had been drinking, as she didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body suddenly swelled up, and because of my pants, it was painfully hard. To avoid being discovered, I decided to change the subject and started saying something unrelated: "You didn't drive out today?" But Sister Zhao didn't answer me, just glanced at me. Usually, our two families would go out together, but this time it was just the two of us sitting together, still... For the first time, I sensed that we were both a little uneasy, and given that she might have some unsettling matter, she didn't seem to notice my conversation with her. And so, we didn't exchange another word 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 uneasy: "Seeing that you've been drinking, let me take you up!" "Really, no need, I can manage myself, really." I noticed her emotions were low; her eyes were red, and she was almost crying. I thought it was good; if I were there, she wouldn't be able to vent. "Then I'll call Jia to come down and pick you up!" I was still a little uneasy.
"He's away on a business trip."
I started my car and drove home, feeling a sense of loss. Perhaps I had considered tonight a romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly.
About five minutes later, my phone rang. I looked and saw it was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone. I wondered, "Has she not gone home? Does she want me to keep her company?" Thinking this, I quickly answered, but her voice was very soft, and I couldn't quite make out what she was saying. I told her to speak louder, and I pulled the car over and turned off the engine. Then I heard her say, "The elderly at home are all asleep, so I can't speak loudly. I probably took your things home." "Oh, never mind, I'll come get them another day. It's not anything important." Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel disappointed again.
"No, I also wanted to trouble you to check my computer while I'm at it. It's not working online." I glanced at my watch; it was already 2:30. Still online? I wanted to decline and go home to sleep, but thinking of Sister Zhao's sexy blouse, I agreed to come to her house immediately. Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly woman's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking her up and causing her to make wild guesses about a man and woman alone together in the middle of the night. I thought, Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.
Next, we went upstairs. She had already opened the door wide. We quietly passed through the living room and arrived at her and Jia's bedroom. At this moment, I discovered that Sister Zhao... She was so busy working on the computer that she didn't even have time to change her clothes. She handed me my bag, but I didn't notice, and the bag fell to the ground with a whoosh. Lang Lingqing's equipment also rolled all over the floor. Only then did I realize what equipment Lang Lingqing had in it: a black woolen hat, the kind often seen in police and gangster movies, that could cover the entire face, leaving only the eyes and mouth showing; 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.
"I was so envious of your loving relationship today, but I never imagined you'd be doing the same thing. You're so shameless!" "No, I...I..." I knew I had to clarify things now, fearing it would make things worse. I had to explain to her, even though my wife had been so cold towards me, that I'd gone to an adult store to buy this bag of toys. Sister Zhao still didn't seem to believe me. If I were her, I wouldn't have believed her either. Seeing this, I had no choice but to squat down, put the toys back in my bag, and get up to leave.
Just then, we heard the sound of a door opening outside. We immediately fell silent, our hearts pounding. Judging from the voice, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up.
"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.
A while later, Jia's father, having finished his business, actually turned on the TV. The familiar announcer's voice told me, "Oh my god, it's the World Cup at 3 PM tonight! Oh my god!" It seemed we couldn't leave anytime soon.
I glanced at Sister Zhao; she was looking down, probably still a bit tipsy, leaning against the wall. I didn't say anything more. I found the computer and checked what was wrong with the internet connection. It turned out the connection was broken. So, the two of us sat in the room, waiting. After a while, Sister Zhao suddenly spoke: "Those are props, right?" "I think so." Because her voice was soft, we had to sit on the edge of the bed.
"So, you really know how to love your wife." At this point, her body trembled violently with soft sobs. I hurriedly got up and gave her a napkin, repeatedly comforting her not to be too sad, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father outside heard. After a while, perhaps because everyone was getting bored, she voluntarily sat down next to me to look at the equipment in my bag. The moment I felt her supple body press against me, I felt like I'd been electrocuted; my whole body went limp, and only one part of me felt a surge of desire. After looking for a while, she quietly said, "Okay, now I believe you." "Don't you think I would go and rob someone?"
"Hehe, the knife's made of rubber. I don't trust you to be that naive." 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." Without thinking much, I put the hat on. It probably did look a bit menacing, because I saw her eyes widen in surprise. Feeling a surge of pride, I took the knife and whispered, "Hehe, little sister, hand over the money!" She suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. I saw tears welling up in her eyes again. I was momentarily at a loss, thinking I'd frightened her, and 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 reply, she just kept... She shook her head; I didn't know if she was ignoring me or not blaming me. Seeing her body trembling violently again from crying, out of concern, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from collapsing. Unexpectedly, she rested her head on my shoulder, tears dripping onto me, their warmth palpable. I thought, let her cry it out, she'll be alright. But gradually, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, trembling with her sobs. This friction caused my lower body to become uncontrollably hard. She didn't seem to notice my change, and began whispering about Jia having affairs with other women. I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. I thought filthyly, this is my best chance; I can't let it slip away. But... I still didn't dare to deceive her, so I casually slipped my hand onto her abdomen while offering words of comfort. She seemed oblivious, still murmuring to herself. I then gently massaged her lower abdomen and lowered my face as close to her lips as possible, making it all seem natural and unintentional. I softly said, "Don't be too sad, he's not worth it!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I gently kissed her cheek. She immediately closed her eyes and fell silent. Seeing no resistance, I boldly moved my hand to her breasts and gently massaged them, then cradled her chin and whispered, "I've actually always secretly loved you, and I feel bad when you're sad!" I then gently kissed her lips again.
Although she still had her eyes closed... Her breathing was already noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience with married life, I knew she wouldn't refuse my further advances at this point. So I gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing lipstick, and I could smell her unique, faint lip fragrance. I slowly parted her lips with the tip of my tongue. This was the first layer; would she reject the next layer? I didn't know. I continued to push my tongue deeper. I touched her teeth, but quickly, 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 right hand inside her shirt. I hadn't expected Sister Zhao's skin to be so smooth. My hand passed through her flat, taut abdomen. After pushing her bra up, I finally touched her soft breasts. Although my wife was three years younger than Sister Zhao, at this moment I felt Sister Zhao's body was fresher, and her breasts, unlike those of a woman who had given birth, were full of elasticity, filling my entire hand. The moment I touched her breasts, her body trembled noticeably, and she let out a soft "mmm, mmm" moan. I whispered, "I'm sorry, please forgive me, but I love you so much!" Then I intertwined my tongue with hers, swallowing our exchanged saliva.
She still had her eyes closed, but her increasingly swaying body told me that she was already aroused. I began to place my hand on her left... I gently twisted and rubbed her breasts, and at that moment I clearly felt that her nipples were erect and firm from pleasure. I changed the caressing of my palms to gently stroking her back with my thumb and middle finger. She seemed a little restless, so I gently laid her flat on the bed, and knelt on the bed, my knees pressing against her genitals. I whispered sorry to her while kissing her cheeks, neck, and lips. At the same time, I pushed her shirt up completely to her chin and unhooked her bra. At this moment, the beautiful breasts I had coveted for so many years finally leaped before me. Her breasts were full and white, with two brown nipples standing high. She no longer concealed her feelings, and a soft "ah, ah" came from her throat. She was panting heavily, her hands trembling slightly. I took her right nipple into my mouth, sometimes using my tongue to protect it, sometimes gently biting it. She probably couldn't handle the stimulation; she noticeably twisted her body, her legs trying to press together, her toes pointed straight. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation against her knee. I moved my leg back and touched it; my palm was covered in a sticky liquid. She was already so wet down there, not only soaking her underwear but also wetting my pants. I excitedly whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're leaking!" She quickly turned her head away in embarrassment. Her already flushed face from drinking seemed even hotter.
I thought... The moment had come, so I sat up on her thighs and reached out to pull down her panties. Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed my hand and cried out softly, "No, don't do this!" I hesitated. Perhaps I was wrong; I shouldn't have done this to my friend's wife. But seeing the woman I had coveted for so many years lying half-naked before me, I felt a pang of reluctance. So, while repeatedly pleading, "Please forgive me! Just this once!" I firmly pried her fingers apart. It seemed she felt powerless to resist me, or perhaps she was afraid of disturbing the peace, but she quickly gave up, covering her face with her hands, seemingly about to cry again. But at this moment, I no longer had the thought of comforting her; I was simply focused on removing her panties.
"Master, do those confession devices outside work?" I asked, keeping my head down as much as possible to avoid bumping into acquaintances.
When I pulled her panties down to her knees, I was truly overjoyed. I felt my heart pounding. When I saw the most private parts of my friend's wife displayed before me, I felt a strong sense of possessive pleasure. I knew I was about to begin admiring the body I had fantasized about every night for years; every secret she kept would be revealed to me without reservation. In this extremely excited state of mind, I quickly removed all her underwear. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now completely exposed.
I think I know where the problem lies. Jia often uses business trips as an excuse to mess around with other women, and Sister Zhao must have found out. Now I figured I couldn't help much, so I quickly avoided the situation to avoid being questioned later. I hurriedly said, "Okay, I'm going back now. You should get some rest too." Sister Zhao got out of the car, grabbed her equipment from the back seat, and swayed into the building.
Speaking of which, I want to mention that, according to many people's descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc. In reality, given the situation, I couldn't do that at all. I was blinded by lust. At that moment, facing that fleshy opening, I lost patience. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to thrust my already engorged penis into her vagina. But then she tried to resist me again. She pushed against my body, and her lower body began to sway from side to side. My penis couldn't reach her vagina... Unable to penetrate, I had to move my hands from her waist to her hips, bringing her entire lower body closer to me. This allowed my glans to smoothly touch her vulva. Because of the vaginal lubrication, although she resisted, my entire glans slid in easily. Then, she began to move further into the bed, and my glans slipped out again. At that moment, I saw her eyes slightly open, looking at me, and tears streamed down her face. She began to shake her head and whisper to me; I could roughly hear her saying things like "no," "can't," etc. Her mouth was completely stifled from crying out loud, and I felt a pang of pity. This kind of resistance from a woman is actually a way of showing that she is not a cheap or shameless person. But her moist vagina was strangely calling to me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—should they act according to physical pleasure or remain morally rational? My glans had already entered once, and I couldn't give up so easily. This resistance only increased my pleasure and excitement; my penis felt stronger and harder than ever before. While repeatedly apologizing, I intensified my assault. "Bang!" I was startled. She had been pulling back, her head hitting the headboard, and she had stopped resisting. But with that stop, my penis was fully inside her vagina, and I heard her let out a soft "Ah!" and tremble all over. 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 the noise seemed to have attracted Jia's father's attention outside. He seemed to have turned off the television and walked towards Jia's room. Sister Zhao dared not move. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips pressed shut, her nose flared wide, and she held her breath. I immediately stopped my penis inside her vagina, taking the opportunity to feel the tightness of her vaginal walls gripping my penis. Her vaginal walls were much tighter than my wife's, just as I had seen from the color of her labia. I guessed that because Jia was messing around outside, she rarely had sex with Sister Zhao at home.
Seeing that there was no movement, Jia's father went back to the living room to watch the World Cup. Now Sister Zhao no longer dared to deceive me and could only let me enjoy myself on her. I thrust my penis deep into her vagina with all my might. Because of our position, it could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached my partner's wife's cervix. Each thrust touched the head of my penis. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" rule anymore. I thrust in to the very root each time... *smack*... *smack*... And Sister Zhao started to make "cough, cough" sounds as I continued to thrust. Her hands, which had been pushing against my body, began to grip me tightly, while her buttocks moved up and down on my penis. I hadn't done this in a long time, and this stimulation made me feel like I was going to ejaculate. I thought to myself, I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I ejaculated first, Sister Zhao would think I'm no better than her! But Sister Zhao's vagina was very tight, and inserting my penis was too stimulating. I had to stop the intense thrusting and start to slowly and rhythmically insert, trying to massage the small fleshy bumps on her G-spots as hard as possible. Watching her buttocks move up and down faster and faster, her face growing hotter, her lips slightly pursed, panting heavily, her lips tightening more and more, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed my entire body against hers. Under my weight, her breathing became erratic and rapid, and her body began to tense up. Finally, after a violent shudder, her entire body coiled around me, remaining coiled for a long time. Seeing that she had reached her climax, I relaxed my restraint and thrust my body forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone. Ah! Streams of thick, hot semen shot through my glans, directly into her deepest depths. She felt the temperature of my sperm… Her lower body began to contract rhythmically, her cervix seemingly born to crave this strong, hot semen, and began to convulse.
I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back. I noticed she still had her eyes closed; the whole process seemed to have barely begun. Perhaps she was afraid of seeing me and feeling guilty, or perhaps she didn't want to accept the reality. I didn't embarrass her further. Sister Zhao lay completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vulva, now calm, was a mess, her pubic hair soaked with large clumps of vaginal fluid. A pale white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid was seeping from the pink cleft between her thighs. I gently wiped her clean with a pillowcase, then wiped my still erect penis, removed the pillowcase, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned to her side, her back to me. I thought she might be hoping this was a dream. I didn't disturb her, quietly put on my clothes, and waited until almost dawn, making sure no one was outside, before quietly leaving. After that night, I experienced the most pleasurable sex in the world—the thrill of completely captivating another woman's body and soul.

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