My classmate's wife asked me to sleep with her.

My classmate's wife invited me to
a wedding invitation she received last fall/winter. It was from a junior from university. I wasn't really close to him; we'd only bumped into each other about two months before his wedding, exchanged addresses, and that was it…
My impression of him was that he was always enthusiastic about student politics, wanting to get involved in everything he could get elected to. He seemed genuinely passionate about everything, but secretly I felt it wasn't that kind of thing. Unfortunately, I don't like that kind of thing, so we never got to know each other well. I know he only tried to get close to me because I was the president of two clubs at school.
Since I received the invitation, well, I couldn't refuse! I'm a pushover, and since I had nothing else to do, a nice meal seemed like a good idea.
As the date approached, I wanted to confirm the details to plan my trip, only to find out the venue was in Taichung, but there were tour groups going there. Okay! I figured I might as well go all the way and go!
I couldn't handle his enthusiastic welcome! Good grief! He actually assigned me this task, which meant I didn't get to eat much. He, on the other hand, was quite drunk with the bride; he seemed to be in high spirits. He even caused a scene when seeing the guests off. And me? I was counting the drinks to settle the bill with the restaurant. This shouldn't be my job, right?
Luckily, another pretty girl, who said she was the junior's cousin, was in charge of settling the bill. She was quite considerate, constantly giving me thank-you smiles, which was a consolation prize for my lack of food.
After the guests left, leaving a mess of dishes and glasses, we paid the bill and cleaned up. Everyone said "bye-bye!" At the same time, they politely and sincerely invited me to their house for another round of drinks, but casually asked, "Senior! How are you getting back to Taipei?"

Of course, I took the tour bus.
The bus didn't wait for me, of course it didn't wait for me, the bus had already left.
I followed a bunch of half-drunk guys, all calling him "junior," back to his house.
I was surprised to find his home was well-managed. His parents lived downstairs, while the young couple occupied a nearly 50-square-meter apartment on the fourth floor. There were plenty of rooms; my only worry was where I would sleep.
The banquet was already set up, with nine people in total, including the newlyweds and me. We managed to fill a table, though I was the only one who hadn't eaten enough.
Everyone else was clinking glasses and chatting, since it didn't matter at home. The conversation revolved around the bride and groom's plans for the evening, but judging from the groom's appearance, it seemed unlikely to work out. Midway through the meal, the bride left to freshen up, leaving only the men at the table. Soon after, four more left. I wondered if they even looked fit to drive.
The bride, now stripped of her makeup, reappeared in a bright red short dress. The cut was quite unique, slightly revealing her back, with the bodice tied at the nape of her neck, exposing her fair shoulders and making her even more striking. Without makeup, she appeared even more radiant, her face flushed and still carrying the scent of wine. Her beautiful curves were even more impressive. Wearing this dress, her snow-white thighs were almost bare; the loose, thin fabric was easily exposed, but her figure was completely hidden when she wore the wedding gown
.
She kindly warmed some soup for us to sober up. While serving it to me, I took a closer look and noticed only a thin dark shadow across her beautiful buttocks, with a straight line disappearing into her groin. Wow! She was wearing a thong—how sexy! Suddenly, I had a completely new impression of the bride. That guy really got lucky.

The junior student himself also loved to drink, and with two classmates who were good at urging others to drink, they got completely drunk. The bride, who had calmed down and sat down again, immediately became the new focus of being forced to drink. A junior student named Xiao Xiang even made blatant jokes at her. The smiling bride didn't seem to care, but she couldn't refuse the drinks no matter what she did, because her husband was also in the drinking group. After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, who was still drunk, was bound to get drunk. She tried to hold on, but her behavior gradually became unrestrained. Xiao Xiang pretended to be crazy while drunk and took the opportunity to secretly bring his elbow close to her chest. He took advantage of his position, sitting next to the bride, talking to the groom through her, and naturally getting close to the bride. She didn't dodge or flinch. Everyone could see the trembling of her nipples under her dress. There was a black bra covering them, so how could they suddenly be so obvious?
It was past midnight when I checked the time. The others finally said their goodbyes, reminding me to faithfully record their ordeal. Only the bride, groom, and I remained in the huge house. I had no choice but to stay. My junior, his speech slurred, asked if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people are the ones who worry about whether others are still able to drink.
The bride, having finally made it through until all the guests left, sighed in relief and slumped onto the sofa. Her reclining posture accentuated her curves. I sat down opposite her, and she gave me a knowing smile, telling me it was finally over. I said gently, "I'm really tired! Why don't you go rest? A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold!" "
While praising her beauty and complimenting her dress, I pointed at her body, feigning curiosity and asking why there was a black mark on her buttocks. She turned around in response, her legs naturally spread, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage beneath her short, thin skirt. A thin black mark clung to her thighs, contrasting sharply with her snow-white legs. The beautiful bride, seeing nothing amiss, pulled her skirt up sharply, exposing even her buttocks, and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the mark on her panties. Of course, I couldn't brush it off, but I saw dark pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her underpants. She lowered her head shyly and said, 'It's not dirty, it's…'

Where's the groom? Of course, he's not much better off, so why would he notice his beautiful wife's exposed skin?" He only managed to say, "I'm sorry, you can sleep in the guest room," before staggering back to his room. I saw him almost fall, and the bride was too drunk to move. I rushed over to help him, saying with concern, "You go in first, I'll help you, walk yourself."
His eyes were blurry as he leaned against the wall, went into the room, relieved himself, and lay down without a sound. I even helped him hang up his suit and covered him with a blanket before leaving.
Back in the living room, the bride was already asleep. Although one shouldn't covet a friend's wife, how could I not be tempted by such a beautiful woman lying there drunk?
I tentatively called her name twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, still no response. I patted her face, still no movement. So, I boldly stole a touch of her full breast, thinking that if she woke up, I could pretend I was trying to wake her and ask her to go back to her room. Her breasts felt soft and cottony to the touch; even through her bra, I could clearly feel the nipples. It was a very thin bra. She still hadn't woken up. I held her breasts tightly in my hands, gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her to unhook her bra. The movement was too sudden; the beautiful bride scratched her face and shifted her position. My heart was pounding wildly. The loose bra almost fell off. I lifted her red dress from under her armpits—what perfect breasts! The poor newlywed woman, unaware that her bra had been unhooked and her breasts were being touched.
I explored her smooth, soft breasts, feeling both nervous and excited; the bra was still hanging on her ample bosom.
Feeling guilty, I ran to the bedroom to check, lest I be caught, but my junior was lying there fully clothed, fast asleep.

Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at my drunken bride, her shapely legs limply leaning against the wall. I lifted her feet onto the sofa, adjusted her position, and propped one leg up against the back of the chair, creating a wanton pose with her legs spread wide. As I moved her, I heard her murmur, "No! I can't drink anymore..."
Her sudden words made me nervous, but faced with her beauty, I steeled myself, lifted the hem of her dress, and sure enough, she was wearing a sexy thong. My eyes widened in disbelief.
A thin, dark pair of panties peeked out from between her snow-white buttocks, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire vulva; a bit of her left labia was visible, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed, intoxicated bride lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her slightly protruding belly rising and falling with her breath. Her body was as white as a lamb's, and she slept peacefully and soundly.
Lifting the fabric from her slender waist upwards revealed the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. A layer of sheer, semi-transparent lace covered her nipples and areolas, forming mysterious, dark, sexy peaks that made my blood boil. What a mature and alluring female body!
He couldn't resist lowering his head and burying his face beneath the beautiful bride's abdomen. The sweet scent of her post-bath fragrance mingled with the allure of her genitals. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled aside her panties. The fabric was so thin it barely
covered her vulva. Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a thick, black, downy patch, with a particularly long tuft of thick black hair near the opening. Due to their position, the cleft was slightly ajar, revealing a beautiful, full, and rosy vulva. He easily parted the two smooth, elastic labia majora. The bud was still pink, even the edges were a delicate pink, unlike some that are dark. He spread it open even wider, revealing a wet, glistening vaginal opening—utterly tempting!
A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, fell into a deep sleep, drunk and feeling safe at home. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer herself on her wedding night, changed into extremely provocative lingerie to enhance the experience. She was simply and unguardedly stripped layer by layer, and arranged into lewd sleeping positions—positions she would never normally show to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was exposed; even her most precious private parts were laid bare, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without reservation… One could only feel pity for her!
In fact, wearing such thin, sexy lingerie, the beautiful bride could barely feel what she was wearing. Despite her dignified appearance, she often harbored an uncontrollable lust; her bra was so thin it was practically an ornament.
Her full breasts bounced easily. Looking closely at the front of her dress in the mirror, it wasn't hard to see her protruding nipples, which bounced with every step. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but since she was at home, she decided not
to. She was already secretly pleased by the greedy eyes of her husband's classmate. As the men leered at her, the bride felt a warm sensation rising in her lower abdomen. Her cheeks were flushed, partly from drunkenness and partly from sexual arousal. Especially when the dress clung to her body, the shadow of her underwear was faintly visible. The men's lecherous eyes encouraged the newlywed woman, who deliberately walked around the men in the warm bath, bending over and sticking her snow-white, sexy buttocks out in front of them as she slowly and deliberately collected the trash on the table. The men could clearly see the spring scenery under the dress, and some couldn't resist taking the opportunity to give it a firm and hard grope!

Facing her exposed vulva, I licked my middle finger until it was wet, then gently slid it into her jade cave. The warm, wet touch quickly enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still asleep. I slowly withdrew my finger and pressed her clitoris with my thumb, a gentle and tender caress. Although I was drunk, my body was quite alert. Waves of stimulation transmitted wonderful sensuality, and my desire was aroused with my movements.
The unease brought on by lust slightly startled the newlywed woman. She opened her eyes drowsily. The yellow light in the living room made it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open her eyes. The alcohol made her feel sluggish. I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that pulling it out hastily would disturb the bride. After all, my middle finger was much thinner than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes, the beautiful bride, her skirt lifted to her chest, was almost completely exposed. Her panties were pulled aside, and my finger was still inserted into her loose, wide vulva. My tightly intertwined middle finger felt like a part of her body. She didn't feel it.
Although half-awake, the alcohol made her languid and motionless. She still politely asked, "Senior, are you still awake?"
I smiled and replied, "Mmm..."
The newlywed woman hadn't even had time to notice her naked body or why this man was standing beside her before she closed her eyes again. Her hazy consciousness was acutely aware of the lustful reactions emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat tightened around my fingers, and as I withdrew, clear fluid came out. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. I inserted again, my ring finger touching her anus, my thumb pressing on her erect clitoris. My wrist trembled nimbly, and the stimulation of her vulva made this ripe bride much more awake. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sensual desire occupied her thoughts. She felt a slight unease in her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse quickly swallowed this trace of unease.

Determined to humiliate this beautiful bride, I withdrew my fingers from her tightly closed vagina. The bride, her desire awakened, slightly raised her open lower body, as if reluctant to let my fingers out. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and rolled her over, making her kneel on the carpet, her head and body resting on the sofa. With a swish, I pulled down her panties, the lifted dress covering her head and eyes, her bra pressed against the sofa and between her breasts.
The newlywed woman's mind was hazy, the swirling images surrounding her vision. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, with guests nearby! But her weak body was completely at my mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a naked, wanton pleasure. The desire she had restrained all night gradually erupted. She deliberately lowered her waist, her labia parting without reservation, forming a red slit, flanked by long, dark pubic hair. Her bra remained on the sofa as she moved, her areolas large and red, her dark red nipples also quite large, her breasts bouncing up and down with the swaying of her body.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly dignified and elegant bride turned out to be surprisingly wanton after becoming aroused. How could anyone not want to touch such a bride? Her high buttocks bounced up and down, her mouth murmured unintelligible words, moaning and groaning. She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of sensual pleasure. She still didn't realize that the person penetrating her from behind wasn't her husband!
She quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbing one breast in each hand and squeezing them. She cried out with pleasure: "Oh... good... so good... I'm so beautiful... so comfortable... hum..."
Afraid that her junior would hear, she offered her fingers to suck on, and then she began to suck on them with smacking sounds. I no longer held back, raising my big cock and thrusting it into her tender hole. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to welcome my penetration. After adjusting the position, I thrust hard, each impact making a sound. Her full and firm breasts swayed back and forth, and her juices overflowed, wetting my scrotum.

The bride, tingling with pleasure, cried out, "Ah...ah...good husband...oh...oh my god...you're making me fly...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...I'm so itchy...ah...I can't hold back...I'm about to come..."
The sounds of penetration and her excited moans filled the living room.
She climaxed once, and before I could react, she automatically lifted her left leg and rolled over, supporting herself on the carpet with her hands.
I followed her movements, opening my legs and sitting down, watching her expression intently. She, however, was enjoying herself immensely, her eyes closed and head tilted back, still not recognizing who was doing her. After turning to face me, she sat on my lap, burying her head between her breasts, the beautiful bride completely lost in the moment, half-squatting, half-sitting with her legs straddling me, tilting her head back to enjoy the different pleasures.
Seeking more intense stimulation, I held her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.
Unexpectedly, his unintentional overnight stay led to a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so reserved, displaying her good upbringing in every way. Looking at the beautiful woman moaning in front of him, she was completely different. He heard her cry out:
"Good brother... oh... um... you've made me feel so good... hum... hum... oh... such a beautiful
big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."
He rotated her buttocks with both hands, and the fresh stimulation brought her to another climax.
The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, still slightly drunk. She weakly slumped against me, her entire body pressed tightly against mine, warm and soft. My hard penis remained deeply inserted into her beautiful vagina, her lower body covered in her semen. My kisses moved from her chest to her neck, finding her sweet lips, passionately exploring her mouth, completely possessing her body. I even forgot her name.
The languid, wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "Good husband, you're like a different person today, you're making me feel so good, so good!..."
Our eyes met...
her face filled with panic. She swallowed the unfinished lewd words, desperately trying to break free, but the wanton bride was still weak. I held her tightly, her hands pounding my back, but she couldn't escape the arms that gripped her waist.
The sudden loss of self-respect left the bride bewildered. Regretful of her earlier actions, the thought of being penetrated brought back memories of unprecedented pleasure. But why would her senior penetrate her like this? Oh dear! She blamed herself for drinking too much.
A mix of conflicting emotions washed over her. She never imagined that what she was holding wasn't her husband's penis. The pleasure continued to emanate from the tightly inserted penis, and her struggles only intensified the stimulation.
She cried out in alarm, "Senior, please let me go..."
Without a change in expression, she replied, "That's not what you said just now..."
The beautiful bride was too ashamed to lift her head.
"I can let you go, but only if you repeat those lewd moans again..."
she said, her body continuing its natural reaction. This frustrated the beautiful bride, but a glimmer of hope remained. She said shyly,
"Okay!" I said, "Then... ah... ah... um... you... you have to let me go... oh... senior... ah... ah... you... ah... you... ah..."

I thrust hard into her and said, "What you said is a little different from before..."
She gasped and cried out repeatedly, "Ugh... there... what's there... ah... ah... different... senior... um... thrust into me... ah... harder... ah ah... I'm so happy... ah... senior... ah... ah..."
The conflicted bride was initially unwilling to start moaning, but lust made her moan naturally. To cover up her moaning from pleasure, she pretended to agree to the senior's threat.
She tilted her head back, embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she subconsciously pressed her lower body tightly down, not wanting me to pull out. This action brought out a lot of lustful fluid. She lowered her head, and I wanted her to see the obscene scene of my big penis entering her wet hole.
I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't standard. Did you really want to be penetrated? You deliberately made the wrong sounds."
The bride, lost in the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened, saying with a mixture of shame and pleasure, "Mmm... Senior... Ah... Ah... You... Don't shame me anymore... You really penetrate me... Penis me... Ah... It feels so good... Ah... I... Ah... I'll do whatever you say..."
I kissed her breasts triumphantly. Due to my sitting position, my penis could only make small thrusts, which didn't stimulate me much. But it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my penis. Although she didn't want to admit it, her juices flowed freely, and she moaned continuously.
I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I slightly parted my body, letting the subdued bride see the penis inserted into her private parts, slowly moving in and out, the tender flesh of her petals turning inside out with each thrust.
I said, "Weren't you eager to show off your body at the dinner table tonight?"
She shook her head violently, looking aggrieved, not expecting anyone to see through her thoughts.
"You brazenly spread your legs when you were asleep, yet you didn't react. You must do this often?" I said as I thrust in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit her lewdness, her beautiful vagina, being penetrated, secreted even more fluid.
After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let her senior thrust into her. I used the last of my strength to fuck her until she lay limp and powerless, her legs spread apart and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but there wasn't much fluid left; the carpet was soaked.
I tried to ejaculate and finish, but for some reason tonight, I just couldn't ejaculate!
Exhausted and still drunk, she fell asleep despite being penetrated, looking utterly lewd.
I was also a little tired, so I lay down on her soft breasts and fell asleep, leaving my penis inside her...
...
In the early morning in the central region, birds were chirping and chattering through the window; it was already dawn.
The oppressed bride slowly woke up, her naked body sprawled on the carpet, legs wide open. She dared not move, the man pressing down on her still asleep. Although his penis was limp, it wasn't completely gone; the glans was still inside her. After resting, her head no longer ached. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the night before when she was being violated, her cheeks flushed with shame. The man on top of her had actually brought her to the brink of ecstasy. This kind of experience of being violated was unprecedented, but somehow, she felt a sweet sensation in her heart... ...
I woke up and faced her. We both turned our heads away in embarrassment. The physiological reaction of waking up in the morning made my penis swell, feeling incredibly good inside her wet and hot vagina. She looked at me with a slight reproach and a smile, saying: "Weren't you satisfied with bullying me last night? Now you want to do it again?" As she spoke, she hooked her legs around my waist.
My tense, anxious heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake, but I didn't expect her...
Pretending not to understand, I said, "Where? It's just a normal physiological reaction for men."
Her wet pussy, still holding my penis, started gushing out again. I thrust in without restraint, all the way to the bottom. Relaxing, the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful sensation reach deep inside.
With each piston-like movement, the point of contact made "pop! pop!" sounds, mixed with the beautiful bride's moans of "Mmm... Mmm... Ugh... Ugh... Ah... Ah..."
I was afraid my junior would hear.
My worry wasn't unfounded...
Suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the master bedroom...
The bride and I stopped immediately, ignoring the flowing juices and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled over. The bride's red dress, which she had only lifted up, fell down as she stood up, covering herself. I used the speed I honed during my military service to quickly put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished getting ready, my junior opened the door and came out.
That was close! I wonder if he got up last night and caught his wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down?
The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"

I was shocked to see the sexy black underwear on the floor, quickly stepped on it, and secretly stuffed it into my pocket.
The younger student, looking exhausted, yawned and said, "I woke up with a stomachache and came out to look for you when I couldn't see you. Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep, okay?"
He couldn't resist a surge of desire as he looked at his wife's ample breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby. His hand, which was around her slender waist, kept stroking downwards, and a sudden thought crossed his mind: Was his newlywed wife not wearing underwear? Wouldn't such a short dress easily expose her? His sleepiness vanished.
I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. The younger student sat down opposite me and asked his wife to make tea.
When the beautiful young woman squatted down to get the tea set, she was facing me. Her dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. The younger student seemed to have noticed me peeping and told his wife to turn away. Little did he know that his wife's subconscious actions didn't mind being seen. "We've already been done, what's the point of being reserved?"
The groom silently prayed, "Please! Please!" "I can't see, I can't see..."
The beautiful woman who had turned away couldn't squat down, so she stood up, bent down to arrange the tea set, and her entire vulva was right in front of me, still wet! The pubic hair on both sides of her labia was curly and thick, and because of the position, tender red buds peeked out from the cleft, making my penis throb again.
The junior looked at the delicate bride with a puzzled expression. Although she looked tired, her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling, completely unaware that her private parts were being exposed.
Actually, the bride saw the eager looks of her husband and the senior, and their teasing behavior. She knew that her private parts were being seen by the senior, and a sense of exposure quickly swept through her body. Coupled with the fact that her husband had woken up and interrupted their good time, her body and mind were both restless, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more.

After drinking only two cups of tea, the junior's stomach started hurting again, and he went straight to the toilet. His new wife and I followed him with tacit understanding and asked him about it.
Standing by the bathroom door in their bedroom, I couldn't resist the stimulation any longer. I boldly unzipped my pants, freeing my penis, and lifted her skirt, attacking from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. The sneaky thrill made her both nervous and excited. Lubricated by her still-wet vaginal fluids, it was easy to insert my penis. Even though I was being careful, we still made sounds of intercourse. Separated only by the bathroom door, I felt an almost melting pleasure, passionately and eagerly fucking my junior's beautiful wife.
The bride, afraid to make a sound, only groaned softly… occasionally letting out long sighs.
This tense yet exciting intercourse, with rapid friction between our genitals, took less than five minutes before I ejaculated, my hot, cloudy semen shooting into her vagina. Unsatisfied, she vigorously shook her hips back and forth, utterly horny.
She used my still-erect penis to rub against her vagina, her greedy and lewd appearance truly unforgettable.
Finally, she also ejaculated.
When he pulled out his penis, a lot of clear, sticky fluid came out with it. Her husband flushed it, quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to cover his genitals, and threw it in the trash can without really cleaning himself. It was a close call!
...
Back in Taipei, I was exhausted, but it was all worth it.
I took out my thong from my pocket, curled it into a ball in my hand, and could still smell the beautiful bride's scent, just like the one left on my penis.
I'll miss this junior, I think...

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