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Until recently, something happened...
I have a business partner in Hong Kong, and we often have trade dealings. At a gathering once, he brought his wife, and I happened to be seated next to her. Normally, I'm quite shy around beautiful women, especially when their husbands are present; I didn't know what to say, but I felt a strange excitement and desire stirring within me. Throughout the meal, I remained low-key, partly hoping to make a good impression on the woman next to me, and partly thinking about how to get closer to her. There were two new friends at the table, and we exchanged business cards. I politely handed my card to the woman, and she generously gave me hers in return. I was overjoyed...
Last week, I called my business partner in Suzhou (hereafter referred to as Mr., and his wife as Mrs.) about business matters, but he didn't answer. Later, I found his wife's number, dialed it, and introduced myself. She smiled slightly and said she knew, and that she had also saved the number from the business card in her phone, explaining that it was for easy contact in case of business needs. After the matter was settled, I asked Mrs. for her QQ number, even though I don't use QQ much.
Mr.'s wife is also from Suzhou. After a few days of communication, we got along very well. From our conversation, I could tell that Mrs. was well-educated, very conservative and traditional. But I knew that the more conventional a woman is, the wilder she is inside. Once the floodgates of desire are opened, she will be a seductive and captivating beauty.
Mrs. even sent me a photo: short hair, big black eyes. From the photo, you could see her temperament and taste—a Suzhou beauty, exquisitely refined, with a hint of playful childlike innocence. From her neck and chest, you could see her very good skin. I knew this was the woman I wanted.
After some time communicating, we had developed a certain understanding. Some things remained unsaid, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous and alluring. I asked if I could meet her in Suzhou, and she said I was welcome. I asked what else we could do besides work, and if she wouldn't show me around. She said no problem, as a guest, she would make all the arrangements. Our conversation was serious, yet it seemed to contain a different kind of flirting.
Another time we chatted online, I asked her what her husband thought of her. She playfully replied: playful, kind, and willful. I said, "You must have two more comments you haven't told me." She asked, "What are they?" I said, "Your husband will definitely say you're also a sexy, subtly seductive woman." She was silent for a moment without answering. I continued jokingly, "Don't worry, I'm confident I can fully unleash the potential beneath your virtuous wifely exterior." On the phone, she couldn't help but scold me, "You shameless rascal!" She then playfully asked, "Are you really sure? What if I fall in love with you one day?" I replied, "Then you'll have two husbands! I'll be your little husband. When both husbands are obedient, you can pamper both of them at the same time, and we'll treat you like a beautiful princess. If one husband is disobedient, you can order him to stand aside and watch you be intimate with the other husband, making him miserable..." She said it was a good idea, very creative, and worth a try... Suddenly, a lot of cartoon images of people hitting each other's heads popped up on the screen, haha...
Finally, the day arrived. We both had time, and I went to Suzhou to see her. The night before, my wife suddenly asked me a question: could our first meeting just be a meal together, or maybe karaoke? She hoped we could become close friends.
I drove to Wujiang, Suzhou, a beautiful little city, perfectly matching my wife's refined and classic style. When I arrived at the meeting place, I was looking around for her when suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed past me, and a beautiful figure appeared before me. I didn't know what to say. "Hey, hello, I'm here." My wife pursed her lips, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes, and nodded at me. Her face flushed; she looked even more beautiful than the last time we met. I reached out to take her hand, intending to lead her to the car. She grasped my hand and said, "Welcome," then gently pulled her hand away, her face turning even redder.
Once in the car, she sat in the passenger seat. As she sat down, her pencil skirt naturally rode up a little, revealing her upper body above her knees. Combined with the low neckline, a natural, perfectly rounded amber pendant adorned her snow-white neck—clearly a high-quality piece. I couldn't help but associate this amber pendant with the firm, hidden jade-like curves of her breasts
, making me uneasy while driving. My wife told me she had hesitated about telling her husband, but ultimately decided against it, choosing to go on the date alone. We ate something at the Japanese restaurant in the hotel and drank some sake together. We weren't drunk, but we were slightly tipsy. We talked about our first loves, past girlfriends, and even sex. Haha, my wife never asked any questions, but she answered me very thoroughly and frankly. My questions became increasingly explicit. My wife replied that she liked her husband kissing her ears, the base of her ears, and her neck, but she didn't particularly like being kissed on the breasts. She said her breasts weren't full enough. I said I wanted to see, and she twisted away, saying no, not full enough, but firm enough. I laughed and said I liked that; too big would be superfluous. As for whether they were good, we'd find out soon enough. My wife said, "You're so annoying! You look so serious on the surface, like a revolutionary youth, but you're such a rogue at heart." I continued to ask, and my wife continued to answer, saying she was very juicy and if her husband didn't stop, she would have multiple orgasms. Haha, alcohol does have a certain aphrodisiac effect. My wife's eyes sparkled, like the starry night sky, incredibly bright. We seemed to be lost in a daze...
After dinner, my wife suggested we go sing karaoke. At that moment, I had no interest in singing; getting to the hotel room was the important thing. I said I had some documents to show my wife, and my wife, emboldened by the alcohol, gently took my arm and led me to the hotel room. As soon as we entered the hotel lobby, my wife seemed a little nervous. She quickly let go of me and kept a certain distance. I looked at her understandingly and couldn't help but smile. With each step closer to the hotel room door, her heart raced even faster. Was it fear? Nervousness? Or anticipation?
Once inside the room, I turned on the soft lighting. The warm tones of the room illuminated her rosy cheeks; the fine veins beneath her skin were almost visible—she looked so delicate. I couldn't help but take her hand again. She said, "You're a bad person, but your hands are so soft, thick, and warm." I said, "Yes, your hands are good, your mouth is good, every part of your body is good. Do you want to know more?" She ignored me, saying, "Where are the materials? Get them out. Time to work."
I turned on the computer, and the screen background was her photo. She was startled. "Don't put it there! Change it!" I said, "Don't worry, I only put it there when I'm alone. I like to look at your picture and think about you." After saying that, I wrapped my arms around her waist, letting her lean against my chest. I gently buried my head in her hair, taking a deep, contented breath. Her scent, her faint fragrance, permeated every part of my body. I turned her shoulders, our eyes meeting deeply, a deep love filling the room.
I kissed her, kissed my friend's beautiful wife. Our tongues intertwined, we passionately sucked each other's nectar. After a long while, she seemed to remember something and tried to pull away from my lips. I held her head tightly, preventing her from moving. We continued kissing, and finally she bit my tongue. I released her in pain, and she leaned against me, saying, "How can you be so domineering and so bad?"
I didn't show her the materials, but instead opened the 69 website for her. I said I was going to wash up, and she could browse the internet by herself. The indecent photos and the honest blog posts would definitely have a huge impact on her, both psychologically and physically. I wondered if it would make her dislike me. However, given the alcohol and the flirtatious atmosphere earlier, it shouldn't be too risky. Besides, I was taking a shower and couldn't see her; she could browse freely.
After I finished showering and changed my clothes, I came out and saw her looking at Phoenix.com. But the pages below were showing many 69-page content she had opened and hadn't had time to close. I was secretly delighted; tonight was going to be interesting.
I told my friend's wife, "Why don't you go take a shower too? It's hot, and you just had a little to drink. Go take a shower and sober up." She grunted and slipped inside, closing and locking the bathroom door. Wow, looks like she can control herself in a pinch. That's a bit of a challenge. I checked the bedroom door, locked it, and closed the curtains tightly. Only a floor lamp was on, casting a very soft glow. She came out, her hair wet. She probably forgot to dry it in her haste. I took a towel and gently dried her wet hair. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I saw her firm, white breasts—not large, but not small either. The small nipples were visible through her clothes, quietly alluring me…
We kissed, and my hands, restless, slipped inside her shirt, caressing her back and waist. She didn't resist. My hands continued to wander during the wet kiss, slowly finding their way to her armpits, then closer to her chest. Slowly, slowly, my hands covered her breasts, her hot, burning breasts gently kneaded in my soft hands. I traced her nipples with my fingertips, then pinched them with my index finger and thumb, teasing her desire with each squeeze. I flicked her nipples repeatedly with my fingertips, and her face, ears, and neck grew increasingly red. Her body couldn't help but writhe. I knew she couldn't take it anymore, but we wouldn't leave each other's tongues, constantly exchanging and swallowing each other's love juices, not giving her a chance to come to her senses.
My right hand began to move downwards, slipping under her skirt, down to her abdomen, and continuing downwards, touching her pubic hair. A finger lightly circled her pubic hair, making her feel incredibly ashamed. Continuing downwards, it slid down her inner thighs, wandering around, unintentionally touching her mons pubis and anus. My friend's beautiful wife let out a soft moan. My finger began to move from the outer edge of her mons pubis towards that most precious crevice of a woman, gently gliding over it, making her feel that I was intentionally parting her closed labia. My friend's wife tried to pull away, but my finger had already slipped inside, moving back and forth between her labia. Her juices were flowing; her body had betrayed her. Her most private and precious genitals were silently telling her that she wanted me, that she wanted to overwhelm me...
I lifted one of my friend's wife's legs and placed it on the bed, spreading her legs apart. I began to kiss her earlobe, inserting my tongue into it and slowly licking along the ear canal. She began to moan. I ran my tongue over her neck, lifted her shirt, and took her breast in my mouth, sucking like a baby. Her nipples were already swollen, erect, and hard—such beautiful breasts! I ate them with gusto. My friend's wife couldn't resist unbuttoning my pants, reaching inside, searching, and finally grasping my already erect penis. I was already soaking wet; I knew she could feel it. My clear, translucent penis had been caught by her hand. She put her fingers, covered in my semen, into her mouth, licking them, then pulled my hand out and put it in my mouth... She turned her head, biting my ear, and said, "You dared to bully me! Now you know how powerful this princess is!"
Her private parts were already overflowing with fluids, and my tongue began its assault on her last secret spot, teasing her navel, teasing her waist, taking her pubic hair into my mouth and stretching it. She was filled with shame, but I ignored her and continued downwards. Finally... I finally touched her labia with my tongue. She let out a soft "ah," and I immediately took one labia into my mouth, rubbing and sucking it, then lifted the other labia, repeating the same action. Then I began to use my tongue to separate her labia, revealing her vulva, greedily sucking the gushing fluids from it. My tongue swirled up and down, and I began to thrust in and out with the tip of my tongue. My friend's wife held my head, trembling all over, her lower body constantly thrusting upwards to meet my head. I began to attack the little bud that had been encased in her flesh before, pushing it open with the tip of my tongue. It emerged, pink, turning red from the stimulation of sex. My tongue enveloped it instantly, enveloping it in my warm, moist mouth. I sucked and licked it, circling it with the tip of my tongue. My friend's wife gasped, "I can't take it anymore, please, let me go, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming, ah, ah, I'm coming!" She convulsed. I didn't let her go, continuing to torment her alluring clitoris. She trembled incessantly, in rhythm with my tongue. She let out a long, mournful cry, "Fuck me, don't stop, lick me, suck me, I'm coming!" My friend's wife's vagina gushed forth streams of vaginal fluid. I didn't waste a single drop, licking it all clean.
Letting her go like this was impossible. I mounted her, lifting my erect penis, rubbing it against her vulva, trying to enter...
Suddenly, she pushed me away violently, burying her head in the pillow. She cried. I was stunned, not knowing what to do. At that moment, I had just satisfied her for the first time. I wanted to have sex with her, to fuck her, to give her endless pleasure, to reach the peak together. Suddenly, he picked up the phone from the bedside table, seemingly making a call. I abruptly shook off her hand, the phone falling onto the carpet. A strange urge surged within me. I pulled her hands behind her back. She was terrified and asked what I was doing. I said I wanted her. She cried, begging me to let her go, saying she was her friend's wife, that we couldn't go on like this, and begged me to let her go. I pretended not to hear. She struggled desperately, trying to break free of my control. At that moment, I knew that if I could get her through this, this woman would be mine. I forcefully spread her legs with my own, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let me in. However, she was, after all, just a woman, a pampered lady who had always been loved by men; she didn't have the strength of a grown man. Besides, she had just had an orgasm and released. She thought about how her most precious vaginal fluids had been consumed by her husband's friend. The thought of how she had so readily yielded to another man filled her with shame. She was already weak and powerless; how could she withstand my force?
Finally, I slowly spread her legs. She cried, "Please, can we stop? Give me some time. I can't let my husband know. Both of us will betray him. Please let me go this time, okay?" I said, "No, I must have you today. I must possess you." She looked at me in despair and said, "Did I misjudge you?" I said, "No, I will show you I didn't."
Amid her pale, feeble struggles, my large, red and purple penis slowly penetrated my friend's wife's vagina. I didn't use a condom; I knew I was perfectly clean. This was our first time together, and I wouldn't use a condom. I wanted to give her everything, my most authentic self. My penis slid all the way in, hitting her innermost clitoris, reaching her beautiful cervix. My friend's wife desperately twisted her body, trying to break free from my massive penis, but the more she twisted, the more my penis naturally thrust in and out, driving her wild. Her vaginal walls contracted and expanded. I was behind her, first thrusting all the way in, then beginning a teasing motion of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My friend's wife finally broke down. She knew she couldn't get past this today; she had been raped, defiled by her husband's best friend. She cried out, "No! No!" but her body was no longer under her control, instead cooperating with our intercourse. I shouted at her, "Look at yourself! Today you're having sex with a man other than your husband! Look, your tender cunt is eating my big cock! Do you like it?" She cried and said no, she just didn't like it, she hated me. Hearing this excited me even more. I knew her heart was beginning to accept me, because I could feel her pleasure from her body's cooperation. I flipped her body over, placing her legs on my shoulders, her entire buttocks almost suspended in the air. This position allowed for very deep penetration. I suddenly thrust in, all the way in. She screamed, and I grabbed her hands, not giving her a chance to back out. Suddenly, I began thrusting repeatedly. She screamed wildly, staring at me intently, and said, "I hate you, I love you." My eyes instantly reddened and welled up with tears. I looked back into her eyes and said firmly, "I love you too, I love you so much..."
While my friend's wife was being fucked from the front, she couldn't help but watch my huge penis thrusting into her vagina, her vaginal fluids flowing out and soaking a large patch of the sheets. Under my erratic and rhythmic assault, she almost lost control of her bladder. She said, "I want you to rape me, I want you to fuck me, I want you to be my little husband, I want you to give me, shoot inside me, I'm coming again, I want to have your child, shoot inside me, I'm coming again, ahhh," my friend's wife reached another orgasm. But I held back, because from our past encounters, I knew she could still come, she could keep coming. This time I turned her to her side, her legs crossed, my large glans gripped tightly by her vagina, the tender flesh of her vaginal walls rubbing against the most delicate part of my penis, intertwining, that extreme pleasure spreading through our pores. She could barely speak, but I could hear her clearly. She said, "Don't stop, fuck me, I like being fucked by you, I like being raped by you, husband, I betrayed you, I cheated on you, I had sex with your best friend, I want to be his woman, I want to get pregnant, have his child, and cuckold you, I love this man, I want all his semen to be shot into my uterus, ah, it's coming again, give it to me, fuck me, fuck me..."
In the last frenzied thrusting, more than an hour had passed. I felt a hot current in my lower body, eager to burst forth. I told my friend's wife, "I'm coming too, let's do it together, okay? Tell your husband, we're having sex, tell your husband, his most beloved wife has given me everything." My friend's wife turned around again, "Quick, fuck me from behind, I really fuck, I need to pee, I'll be so ashamed, will you despise me?" But I really couldn't hold it in. I said, "Cum, cum with me, I'll always be good to you, I'll always be your little husband, I want you to be my little sex slave." My friend's beautiful wife squeezed her legs together, fiercely responding to me. My large penis, its head thrusting into her vagina and uterus one last time, I ejaculated. Just as I finished, I pulled out sharply, *plop*, a warm, thin stream shot out, covering me and the bed. She collapsed onto the bed, as if unconscious. I bent down and continued to suckle her vagina, cleaning her genitals. Then I moved in front of her, placing my penis, which I had just thrust into, near her mouth. She weakly parted her lips slightly, taking my penis, now covered in semen and her vaginal fluid, into her mouth. I collapsed beside her, holding her tightly. The room fell silent.

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