Lonely Sister Zhao

I received a call from my wife, saying she was going shopping with Sister Zhao today and wouldn't be home for dinner, and might be a little late. The child was staying with her mother for the weekend, 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 shopping with my wife. She's my good friend Jia's wife, in her early thirties. Because she's a year older than me, my wife and I both call her Sister Zhao. Like my wife, she's also a mother, but her figure is still like that of a young unmarried woman. She has fair skin, isn't very tall, but is very beautiful. Especially when she wears low-waisted pants, the curves of her lower body are revealed. Her round, short buttocks aroused a strong desire to thrust into her, though I always felt a sense of shame towards my friends and my 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 I was interrupted by my wife getting into bed, lost in my fantasies. My throbbing erection from the previous fantasy compelled me to embrace my wife's back, one hand gently caressing her breasts while the other stroked her genitals.

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

"What's wrong? Who provoked you again? I don't care if I play or not!" I was quite angry, my good mood was suddenly dampened, so I simply got up, dressed, and drove out of the neighborhood without saying a word.

On the way, I didn't know where to go, and I happened to see an eye-catching advertisement for an adult store on the roadside, which read: No medication needed, absolutely cures frigidity! I was intrigued. In fact, I've always felt that my wife might have frigidity, but to buy some kind of aphrodisiac from these small shops, to be honest, I thought it was risky. It wouldn't matter if it didn't work, but if it caused someone's death, that would be a real problem. But seeing this advertisement today, no medication needed? I wanted to see for myself. But since it was near my own neighborhood, and I didn't want to run into anyone I knew, I thought I'd look elsewhere. I drove all the way to the city center before finding another shop that sold it. After parking, I didn't rush in; instead, I observed first. It was my first time in a shop like this, and I felt a little embarrassed. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man around forty years old, so I hesitated to go in.

"Sir, do you really use that thing advertised outside?" I asked, keeping my head down as much as possible to avoid running into acquaintances.

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

"Um, it's the woman."

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

Maybe I thought it was a good deal, or maybe I was too nervous, but I put the money down, grabbed the items, and quickly left the store. Once in the car, I let out a huge sigh of relief, as if I had just completed a daunting task. Now that I was alone in the car, I could finally open the bag and slowly see what was inside. Just as I put the bag on my lap, my eyes lit up. I saw a familiar figure—a prominent chest, a high, pert bottom—that familiar figure! It was Sister Zhao! My first instinct told me, and upon closer inspection, it was definitely her! My sex goddess!

She was wearing a light-colored tight-fitting shirt and a light-colored pleated skirt, carrying several shopping bags. She had probably just come from a bar and was about to hail a taxi. Without thinking twice, I immediately drove up to her and gently honked the horn. She awkwardly bent down to peer into the car, and I noticed she seemed to have been drinking; her fair face was flushed. After looking at me for a while, she probably recognized me, and her puzzled expression vanished as she smiled, "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

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

Perhaps to avoid inconveniencing her, she straightened up and looked around. Seeing that it was late and a taxi hadn't arrived, she said, "Oh, thank you then."

Sister Zhao got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and put her things in the back. I could smell a faint perfume on her. I glanced at her sideways, and that's when I noticed 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. She probably had some alcohol and didn't notice me staring at her, but my lower body instantly hardened, pressing painfully against my pants. To avoid being noticed, I decided to change the subject, starting to say something unrelated: "You didn't drive today?"

But Sister Zhao didn't answer. She glanced at me sideways. Usually, our two families would go out together; this was the first time it was just the two of us sitting together. I felt we were both a little uncomfortable, and she probably had something on her mind, not noticing I was talking to 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 worried, though: "You've been drinking, let me take you up!"

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

"He's away on a business trip."

I seemed to know where the problem lay. Jia often used business trips as an excuse to cheat on his wife with other women; Zhao Jie must have found out. I realized I couldn't be of much help, so I quickly excused myself to avoid any awkward questions 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 started the car and drove home, feeling a sense of loss. Perhaps I had considered tonight a romantic encounter, but it ended so abruptly.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. I saw it was Sister Zhao calling me. I wondered, hadn't she gone home yet? Did she want me to keep her company? Thinking of this, I quickly answered the phone, but the other person's voice was very soft, and I couldn't quite hear them. I told her to speak louder, and I also pulled the car over and turned off the engine. Then I heard her say, "The elderly at home are all asleep, so I didn't dare to speak loudly. Your things might have been taken home by me."

"Ah, never mind, I'll come back to get them another day. It's not anything important." Hearing that, 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 looked at my watch; it was already 2:30. Online? I wanted to decline so I could go home and sleep, but thinking of Sister Zhao's sexy blouse, I agreed to come to her house right away. Before hanging up, she repeatedly told me to be quiet, firstly so as not to disturb the elderly couple's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking them up and causing them to 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, and she had already opened the door wide. We quietly passed through the living room and went to her and Jia's bedroom. At this point, I realized that Sister Zhao was probably busy with the computer and hadn't had time to change her clothes. She handed me my bag, but I didn't notice, and it fell to the ground with a whoosh, spilling its contents everywhere. Only then did I realize what was inside: a black woolen hat, the kind often seen in police dramas, covering the entire face except for the eyes and mouth; two pairs of handcuffs; and a knife. This startled me, and Sister Zhao, also sobered up a bit, took a step back, and hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"

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

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

"No, I... I..." I knew that if I didn't clarify now, the consequences would be serious, so I had to explain 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, put the item 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. From the sound, it seemed to be Jia's father getting up to use the restroom.

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

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

I glanced at Sister Zhao; she was looking down, probably still a bit tipsy, leaning against the wall. I didn't say anything more. I found the computer and checked what was wrong with the internet connection, discovering that the connection equipment 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 quickly got up to get her some tissues and repeatedly comforted her, telling her not to be too sad, as it wouldn't be good if Jia's father outside heard. After a while, perhaps everyone was getting bored, she took the initiative to sit down next to me, wanting to look at the things in my bag. I felt her bouncy body press against me, and I felt like I'd been electrocuted, my whole body going limp, except for one place that was about to swell. After looking for a while, she quietly said, "Okay, now I believe you."

"Don't you think I'd go and rob someone?" "

Hehe, knives are made of rubber, I don't believe you're that stupid." This was the first time I'd seen her smile tonight; she seemed to be in a better mood. After a while, she took out a hat and said to me, "Put it on and see." Without thinking much, I put on the hat. It probably did look a bit fierce, because I saw her eyes widen in surprise. Feeling smug, I took out the knife and whispered to her, "Hehe, little sister, hand over the money!" She suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. I saw her tears fall again. I was momentarily at a loss, thinking I had frightened her, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to make you happy with a joke." But she didn't answer, she just kept shaking her head. I didn't know if she was ignoring me or if she didn't blame me. Seeing her body trembling violently again from crying, out of concern, I gently held her shoulders with both hands to prevent her from falling. To my surprise, she rested her head on my shoulder, and tears dripped onto me, I could feel their warmth. I thought letting her cry it out would make her feel better, but gradually, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest and tremble with her sobs. This friction made my penis uncontrollably hard. She didn't seem to notice my change and began to whisper about Jia having affairs. I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore; I only knew that this was my best chance, and I couldn't let it slip away. But I still didn't dare to do anything rash. So, as if by accident, I slipped my hand to her abdomen while saying comforting words. She seemed not to notice and continued murmuring. I then gently massaged her lower abdomen and lowered my face 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 gently kissed her cheek. She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking. Seeing no resistance, I boldly moved my hands to her breasts and gently caressed them. My lips were close to hers as I whispered, "I've actually always had a crush on you. It hurts me when you're sad!" Then I gently kissed her lips again.

Although her eyes were still closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my years of experience in our intimate life, I knew she wouldn't refuse my next move. So I gently pressed my lips to hers. She wasn't wearing lipstick, and I could smell her unique, faint lip scent. I slowly parted her lips with the tip of my tongue. This was the first layer; would she resist the next? I didn't know. I continued to push my tongue deeper. I pressed against her teeth, but quickly, my tongue easily parted them. Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively touch mine. As I continued to gently tease her tongue, I slipped my right hand inside her shirt. I hadn't expected Zhao Jie's skin to be so smooth. My hand ran under her flat, firm abdomen, and after pushing up her bra, I finally touched her soft breasts. Although my wife was three years younger than Zhao Jie, at that moment I felt Zhao Jie's body was fresher, and her breasts, unlike those of a woman who had given birth, weren't saggy but full of elasticity, filling my entire hand. The moment I touched her breasts, her body trembled obviously, and she moaned "uh, uh" from her nasal cavity. I said softly: "I'm sorry, forgive me, but I like you so much!". Then I intertwined my tongue with hers, swallowing the saliva exchanged with each other.

She still had her eyes closed, but her increasingly writhing body told me that she was already in a state of excitement. I started to rotate my hand on her left breast and gently massage it. At this time, I clearly felt that her nipple had become high and firm due to excitement, so I changed the stroking of my palm to gently twisting her nipple with my thumb and middle finger. She seemed a little unable to sit still, so I slowly laid her flat on the bed. As I whispered apologies to her, I kissed her cheeks, neck, and lips. At the same time, I pushed her shirt up completely to her chin and unhooked and removed her bra. The beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for years finally appeared before my eyes. They were full, white, and the two brown nipples stood erect. She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily with soft "ha, ha," and her hands trembled slightly. I then took her right nipple into my mouth, sometimes enveloping it with my tongue, sometimes gently biting it with my teeth. She probably couldn't handle the stimulation; she visibly twisted her body, her legs trying to press together, her toes pointing straight out. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation against her knee. I moved my leg back and touched it with my hand. I found my palm covered in a sticky liquid. She was already 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. Her face, already flushed from drinking, became even hotter.

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

I was simply focused on taking off her underwear. When I pulled her underwear down to her knees, I was overjoyed. I felt my heart pounding wildly. When I saw my friend's wife's most intimate parts exposed before me, I felt a strong sense of possessive pleasure. I knew I was about to begin admiring the body I had fantasized about every night for years. Every secret of hers would be revealed to me without reservation. In this state of extreme excitement, I quickly removed all her underwear. Under the soft light, her alluring body was now fully exposed.

She had a standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were smooth and hairless, the pubic hair at her vulva formed a distinct inverted triangle, but it was sparser than my wife's. Her soft abdomen had a little fat, but it felt even smoother and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts weren't too big or too small, but they were indeed very beautiful, with light brown nipples standing erect as if beckoning me to kiss them. Her fair buttocks, having given birth, appeared very full, making one unconsciously want to caress them. A gentle, tangy scent from a woman's genitals wafted towards me. I slowly parted her legs, revealing a pink slit between her pubic hair, the edges of her labia already damp with her secret fluids. The color of her small lips was much lighter than my wife's, making them appear very vibrant. This color also made me wonder how Sister Zhao and Jia could have so few sexual partners over the years.

Speaking of which, I want to say that, according to many people's descriptions, the next step is to lick the woman's genitals, etc., as a prelude. In reality, given the situation, I simply couldn't do it. I was blinded by lust. At that moment, facing that fleshy cleft, I lost patience. I knelt between her legs, wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to thrust my already swollen glans into her vagina. But then she tried to resist me again. She pushed my body away with her hands and began to sway her lower body from side to side. My glans couldn't align with her vagina. Unable to penetrate, I moved my hand from her waist to her buttocks, bringing her lower body closer to me. This allowed my glans to easily touch her vulva. Thanks to the lubrication, despite her resistance, my glans slid in smoothly. 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" and "can't." Her mouth was completely clenched, unable to cry out loud. I felt a pang of pity. 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 beckoned to me. Yes, everyone is conflicted—should we act according to the pleasure our bodies feel, or should we remain morally rational? My glans had already entered once; I couldn't give up so easily. This resistance only increased my excitement and stimulation. My penis felt stronger and harder than ever before. I apologized repeatedly as I intensified my assault. With a loud "bang," I was startled. She had been pulling back, her head hitting the headboard. She had stopped resisting, and with that stop, my penis was fully inserted into her vagina. I heard her let out a soft "ah" and her whole body trembled. My body sank in, 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, he appeared to have left the television and was walking towards Jia's room. Sister Zhao froze, her eyes tightly closed, lips pressed together, nostrils flared, and she held her breath. I immediately stopped my penis inside her vagina, taking the opportunity to feel Sister Zhao's vaginal muscles gripping my penis. Her vaginal walls were much tighter than my wife's, just as I had seen from the color of her labia earlier. I guessed that because Jia was messing around outside, she rarely had sex with Sister Zhao at home.

Seeing that there was no further movement, Jia's father went back to the living room to watch the World Cup. Now, Sister Zhao no longer dared to act recklessly 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 my friend's wife's cervix. Every time I pushed, my glans would touch it. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" rule anymore. Every time, I pushed in to the very root. ...slap...smack... And Sister Zhao began to make "cough, cough" sounds during my continuous attacks. The hands that had been pushing my body began to grip me tightly, while her buttocks moved up and down on my penis. I hadn't done it 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 ejaculate now, Sister Zhao will think that I'm not as good as her! But Sister Zhao's vagina is very tight, and it's too stimulating to insert inside. I had to stop my fierce attack and start to slowly insert rhythmically, trying to rub the little fleshy bumps on her G-spot as hard as possible. Watching her buttocks move up and down faster and faster, her face growing hotter and hotter, her lips slightly pursed, panting heavily, her lips tightening more and more, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I pressed Zhao Jie down on top of her. Under my weight, her breathing became erratic and rapid, and her body began to tense up. Finally, after a violent shudder, Zhao Jie coiled herself around me, not letting go for a long time. Seeing that Zhao Jie had reached her climax, I relaxed my restraint, thrusting my body forward forcefully, pressing tightly against her pubic bone. Ah!! Streams of hot, thick semen shot through my glans and into her deepest depths. She felt the warmth of my sperm... Her lower body began to contract rhythmically, her cervix seemingly craving this strong, hot semen, and began to convulse.

I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back and noticed that she still had her eyes closed, barely opening them throughout the entire process. Perhaps she was afraid of seeing me and feeling guilty, or perhaps she didn't want to accept this reality. I didn't bother her anymore. Sister Zhao lay completely limp on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vulva, now calmed from passion, was a mess, her pubic hair soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. A pale white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid was seeping from the pink cleft at the base of her thighs. I gently wiped her clean with a pillowcase, then wiped my still erect penis, threw away the pillowcase, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned her back to me; I think she probably hoped 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.

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