My friend's wife, how should I love you [1-5] (Wife and mature adult novel)

(1)

When I was about to get off work, I received a call from my wife. She said that she was going shopping with Sister Zhao today and would not be home for dinner. She might even be home late. The child would be spending the weekend with her mother, so she asked me not to wait for her. I hung up the phone after a few screams.

By 12 o'clock in the evening, there were no more good TV programs, so I went to bed alone.

I said I was sleeping, but in fact I was lying in bed and began to fantasize about Sister Zhao going shopping with my wife. She is the wife of my good friend Jia, who is in her early thirties. Because she is one year older than me, my wife and I both call her Sister Zhao.

Like my wife, she has given birth to a child, but her figure is still like that of an unmarried girl. She has very fair skin and is not very tall, but very beautiful. Especially when she wears low-waist pants, the curves of her lower body are exposed. The round, short butt makes people want to penetrate it hard.

Although I always feel guilty towards my friends and my wife, when I have sex with my wife, I can't help but think of Sister Zhao moaning on the bed. This makes me doubly excited, so naturally Sister Zhao becomes the object of my sexual fantasy at night.

I don't know what time it was, but my wife's action of getting on the bed interrupted my deep fantasy. My swollen lower body urged me to hug my wife's back. One hand began to gently caress my wife's breasts, and the other hand stroked her vagina.

"Stop it, I want to sleep!" said the wife in a bit of a tantrum.

"What's wrong? Who messed with you again?"

I was very angry and my good mood was dampened. I simply got up, put on my clothes, and drove out of the community.

When I was sad, I naturally went to the bar to have a drink first. I drove to the bar cluster in the city center and was about to park the car when I saw a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye - a straight chest, a raised butt, such a familiar figure. My intuition told me that it was Sister Zhao!

I looked more carefully and it was definitely her! My sex goddess!

She was wearing a light-colored tight shirt, a brown pleated skirt, and was carrying several shopping bags. It seemed like he had just come out of a bar and was about to take a taxi.

Without giving it much thought, I immediately drove the car in front of her and honked the horn gently. I saw her bending over awkwardly to look into the car. Then I realized that she might have been drinking, as her originally fair face had turned red from the alcohol.

After looking at me for a long time, she finally recognized me. All the doubts on her face disappeared and she laughed: "It's you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"Let's go home? I'll take you there!" After saying that, I waited anxiously for her reply.

She hesitated for a moment, stood up and looked around. It seemed that the taxi had not appeared, so she said, "Ah, then thank you for your help."

As soon as Sister Zhao got into the car, the mixed smell of perfume and alcohol hit my nose, which was uncomfortable, but I couldn't show it, so I could only endure it.

Sister Zhao put the things in the back seat and sat in the passenger seat. I turned my head to look at her, and saw that the third button of her shirt was unbuttoned. Through the loosened collar, I could see her fair and plump upper chest and deep cleavage. Luckily she had been drinking and didn't notice that I was staring at her, but my lower body suddenly swelled up and it hurt because of my pants.

I quickly diverted her attention and started talking to her about something irrelevant: "You didn't drive out today?"

Sister Zhao didn't answer me. I felt a little uncomfortable because usually our two families would go out together, and this was the first time that it was just the two of us sitting together. Plus, she might be preoccupied with something and didn't notice that I was talking to her. We didn't say anything else in the car.

After about ten minutes, the car stopped downstairs of her house.

I offered to take her up, but she said no, but I was still worried: "You seem to have had a few drinks, so I'll take you up!"

"No need, I can do it myself, really."

As we were talking, I realized that she was in a very low mood, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. I thought that was a good thing, because she couldn't vent her emotions if I was around.

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

"He's on a business trip."

I seem to know where the problem lies. Jia often takes the opportunity of business trips to mess around with other women. Sister Zhao must have known about this.

Now I feel like I can't be of much help, so I'd better avoid it as soon as possible, otherwise I'll be asked later and it would be difficult to answer. I quickly said, "Okay, I'll go back now, and you should get some rest early too."

Sister Zhao got out of the car, took her things from the back seat, and staggered into the corridor. I also returned home, feeling a sense of loss. I wished that tonight would be my first romantic encounter, but unfortunately, it ended so abruptly.

About five minutes later, my phone rang. It was Sister Zhao calling me on her cell phone.

I wondered if she didn't go home? Do you want me to accompany you? When I thought of this, I quickly picked up the phone, only to hear a very low voice from the other end.

I didn't hear it clearly, so I parked the car aside, turned off the engine, and asked her to speak louder. Then I heard her say, "The elderly at home are all asleep, so I dare not speak loudly. Can you help me?"

"Ah, what happened?" I asked a little anxiously.

"It's not a big problem. I just want to trouble you to check my computer for me. Why can't I access the Internet?"

I looked at the watch and it was already 2:30. I was still surfing the Internet? I wanted to refuse and go home to sleep, but when I thought of Sister Zhao’s sexy shirt, I agreed to come right away.

Before hanging up the phone, she repeatedly told me to be gentle, firstly so as not to disturb the old man's rest, and secondly because she was afraid of waking him up, as he would become suspicious if he saw a man and a woman alone in the middle of the night. I think Sister Zhao is really thoughtful.

When we arrived at Sister Zhao's house and went upstairs, she had already opened the door. Sister Zhao was probably busy working on the computer and didn't have time to change her clothes. We quietly walked through the living room and reached her and Jia's bedroom. There were only me and her in the room. Maybe because I was daydreaming, I felt a little awkward. Although I was working on the computer, my brain was thinking about how to hug her. As a result, after a long time, not only did I fail to do it, but I was also sweating profusely due to guilty conscience.

"Forget it, if it doesn't work out, forget it. Don't delay your return home." Sister Zhao advised me to give up with a bit of apology.

"No, I can't let you down." I said this because I wanted to kill time. Although I knew nothing would happen, I just wanted to stay a little longer and daydream for a while.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that complicated. I kept you from going home for so long." Sister Zhao seemed even more guilty after hearing my answer.

I suddenly thought of taking the opportunity to provoke her, so I said, "It's my fault. If it was Jia, I wouldn't have delayed you from going online."

After saying this, I deliberately looked back and saw that Sister Zhao's eyes turned red and tears were lingering in her eyes.

But she still wanted to change the subject and said to me: "I've recently become addicted to playing cards online. There's no rush. Just take your time."

As I spoke, I could hear that my voice was a little choked. I pretended not to hear and continued, "I envy Jia the most for finding a good woman like you, who is so considerate. No wonder Jia loves you so much."

Sister Zhao stopped talking. I knew why, because she was already crying quietly behind me.

At this moment, we heard the sound of a door opening outside the bedroom. We suddenly became quiet, our hearts tense. From the sound, it seemed that Jia's father got up to go to the bathroom.

"Wait a moment before you leave, otherwise the old man will misunderstand you when you go out."

Sister Zhao didn't say anything else after she finished speaking. We both listened quietly to the noise outside the door.

But after a while, Jia's father turned on the TV after going to the toilet. The familiar announcer's voice told me that it was the World Cup at three o'clock tonight and it seemed that I couldn't leave for a while. I looked at Sister Zhao. She lowered her head, perhaps not completely sober yet, so she leaned against the wall. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't have the heart to work on the computer, so the two of us just sat in the room, waiting.

I don’t know how long it took, but Sister Zhao suddenly asked me, “Are you really envious of me and Jia?”

"Yes, I especially envy Jia for having such a good woman like you." I took the opportunity to answer her affectionately, and I felt that the atmosphere in the room eased a little.

"Jia is no match for you." When she talked about the sad part, her body began to tremble a little as she sobbed softly.

I hurriedly got her a few napkins and whispered to her not to be too sad, as it would be bad if Jia's father outside heard it.

After a while, maybe everyone felt bored, she took the initiative to sit next to me, took out the things she bought today and showed them to me, asking me how this and that were. When her elastic body touched me, my whole body suddenly became soft, except for one place that wanted to become hard.

She took out the clothes she bought and showed them to me. I nodded from time to time to express my praise, and she would smile happily, but I could still see from her eyes how unhappy she was.

She kept taking out things she bought from the bag to show me. Maybe it was because she had drunk some wine, and I didn't look carefully, so she took out a bra. Sister Zhao's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment. I was also embarrassed by this sudden situation, but I immediately snatched it from her hand, put it on my head, and made a face at her.

It might be quite funny, and she finally couldn't help laughing. This was the first time I saw her happy tonight. At that moment, she was so beautiful that I couldn't help but stare at her.

When she noticed that I was staring at her, she lowered her head in embarrassment and stopped talking. I saw her tears falling again.

I thought I was being rude, so I quickly apologized to her: "I'm sorry, I, I wasn't, I just wanted to make a joke to make you happy."

But she didn't answer, just kept shaking her head. I didn't know whether she was ignoring me or not blaming me, I could just feel her body shaking again because of crying.

I patted her shoulder gently, signaling her to be more positive. Unexpectedly, she leaned her head on my shoulder, and her tears fell on me. I could feel the warmth of the tears on my shoulders through my clothes.

I think if she had a good cry, she would be fine.

Because she was too close to me, her breasts were pressed against my chest. The choking caused by her crying made Sister Zhao's chest shake rhythmically. This friction made my lower body uncontrollably hard. But she didn't notice my change, and instead began to whisper about Jia having a woman outside. I couldn't listen to anything else. I just wanted to feel her soft breasts against mine.

I asked myself, is this an opportunity? I wanted to push her down immediately, but I didn't dare to do anything rash, so I pretended to casually slide my hand from her shoulder to her abdomen while saying comforting words.

She continued to mutter as if she didn't feel it. I began to try to be more unrestrained, so I gently rubbed her lower abdomen with my hands and bent my face down, trying to get as close to her lips as possible. Everything had to be done naturally and unintentionally.

I said in a soft voice, "Don't be too sad, he doesn't deserve you!" After saying that, I seized the opportunity and gently touched her cheek with my mouth, like a kiss.

She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing that she didn't resist, I was surprised and delighted and boldly moved my hands to her chest.

She still made no move to resist.

I began to gently knead her breasts slowly, and put my mouth against her face and whispered softly, "You are the most beautiful woman, I don't want you to be sad!" Then I gently touched her lips.

Although Sister Zhao still had her eyes closed, her breathing was noticeably rapid. Based on my many years of experience in married life, she would not refuse further action at this time, so I gently pressed my lips against hers.

She didn't wear lipstick, and although she smelled of alcohol, I could still smell Sister Zhao's faint lip scent. I slowly pushed open her lips with the tip of my tongue until it touched her teeth. Will she suddenly refuse? I have no idea. I continued to push the tip of my tongue deeper, but soon, the tip of my tongue easily split her white teeth.

Slowly, her tongue began to tentatively contact me. While I continued to gently tease the tip of her tongue, I put my hand into her shirt. I didn't expect that Sister Zhao's skin was so smooth. My hand passed across her flat, taut belly, pushed her bra up, and finally touched her warm breasts.

Her body trembled noticeably and a "hmm, hmm" moaning sound came from her nose.

My wife is three years younger than Sister Zhao, but I feel that Sister Zhao's body is fresher and her breasts are not sagging like those of women who have given birth. Instead, they are full of elasticity and fill my entire hand.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, but I like you too much!" I whispered, and then intertwined my entire tongue with hers, exchanging saliva with each other.

Although Sister Zhao closed her eyes, her increasingly twisting body told me that she was already feeling amorous. I began to rub her left breast in circles until her nipple became excited, erect and firm. I then changed the rubbing of my palm to gently twisting her nipple with my thumb and middle finger. Then I slowly laid Sister Zhao, who could no longer sit still, flat on the bed, and I knelt on the bed, pressing my knees against her vagina.

I kept whispering sorry to her while kissing her cheeks, neck and lips. At the same time, he pushed her shirt up completely to her chin, unhooked her bra and pulled it off. At this moment, the beautiful breasts I had dreamed of for many years finally appeared before my eyes. Her breasts were plump and white, with two pink nipples standing high.

At this time, she no longer concealed her feelings. She was breathing "huh, huh" in her throat, and her hands on the bed were trembling helplessly. At this time, I held her right nipple with my lips, wrapped it with my tongue, and then gently bit it with my teeth.

She probably couldn't stand this stimulation, and she was obviously twisting her body. Her legs began to squeeze together, and her toes were stretched very straight. I suddenly felt something warm against her knees. I moved my legs back and touched them with my hands. My fingers were immediately covered with wet and sticky liquid. She was so wet down there that not only did her panties get soaked, but my pants as well.

I excitedly put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Oh no, you're leaking."

She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment. I thought it was time, so I reached under her skirt and tried to remove her panties.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed my hands with both hands and whispered: "No, not like this!"

I was also hesitant. What was I doing? I shouldn't have treated Sister Zhao like this.

But the woman I had dreamed of for years was already lying half-naked in front of me. Unwilling to give up, I began to beg repeatedly, "Forgive me! Just this time!" While ignoring her holding my hand, I pulled my panties down my legs.

It seemed that she felt she had no ability to resist me, or was afraid of alarming the outside world. She soon gave up resisting, covered her face with her hands, and started crying again. But at this time, I no longer had any intention of comforting her. Like a wild beast, I savagely tore off her panties.

When I pulled her panties down to her knees, I saw that they were white. I found the zipper on the side of her skirt and I suddenly held my breath because I was about to see the most private part of my friend's wife! It was not as difficult to zip up the skirt as imagined, but Sister Zhao pressed her butt down, so removing the skirt seemed a bit difficult and slow.

After a struggle, as the skirt was pulled open, the entire mysterious triangle area was completely revealed in front of me. I was so overjoyed that I could feel my heart beating violently. A strong sense of possession gave me an indescribable spiritual pleasure!

The body I had been fantasizing about sexually every night for years, secrets that I had never dreamed of were revealed to me without reservation. In this extremely excited mood, I quickly took off all her clothes. Under the soft light, her seductive body now had no cover.

Sister Zhao has such a standard figure, her skin is so white and flawless, her thighs to her calves are very smooth and hairless, the pubic hair at her vulva is neatly arranged to form an inverted triangle, but it is less sparse than my wife's. Her abdomen feels smooth and comfortable to the touch. The breasts are neither too big nor too small, but they are very beautiful. The pink nipples stand upright as if calling me to suck and kiss them. The fair buttocks appear very plump because of having given birth, which makes people want to touch it unconsciously.

I slowly spread her tightly closed legs, and the sour smell of a woman's lower body gently came to me. A pink slit of flesh appeared between the black grass, and the edges of the labia were already wet with the flowing vaginal fluid. The color of the two lips is much lighter than that of my wife, and looks very fresh. This makes me wonder if Sister Zhao and Jia don’t have much sex?

At this point, I want to say that according to what many people described, the prelude to this is to lick the woman's private parts, etc. But in fact, facing the situation on the spot, I couldn't do it at all. I was already overwhelmed by lust, and I lost my patience with this slit of flesh. I knelt between her legs, hugged her waist with both hands, and penetrated her vagina with my swollen glans.

But this time she tried to reject me again. She pushed my body with her hands and began to swing her lower body from side to side. My glans couldn't match the vagina and couldn't go in, so I had to move my hands from her waist to her hips and move her entire lower body closer to me, so that my glans could successfully touch her vulva.

Because of the love juice, although she resisted, the entire glans went in smoothly. At this time, her whole body began to move backwards and the glans came out again. At this time, I saw her eyes slightly open and looking at me, and a lot of tears flowed out.

She started shaking her head and whispering to me. I could vaguely hear her saying things like "No, can't". Her mouth was completely shut because she couldn't cry too loudly. I felt a little bit sorry for her. This kind of reaction of a woman is actually a behavior that shows that she is not a mean or self-respecting person.

But the wet vagina is calling me again. Yes, everyone is conflicted in their hearts. Should they act according to the pleasure perceived by the body, or should they be morally rational? My glans has already entered once, I can't just give up like this, this resistance only increases my excitement and stimulation, my penis feels stronger and harder than it has ever felt.

I intensified my attack while repeatedly apologizing. I was startled by the sound of "bang". It turned out that she kept shrinking back and hit her head on the wooden board at the head of the bed.

She may have been frightened and stopped resisting. But when I stopped, my penis was completely inserted into her vagina, and then I heard her scream "Ah" and her whole body trembled. My body sank, and I finally had real intercourse for the first time with the woman I had been thinking about for many years.

Sister Zhao seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation and was about to push me away when the noise just now seemed to have attracted the attention of Jia's father outside. Hearing footsteps, he left the TV and walked towards Jia's room.

Seeing that there was no movement, Jia's father returned to the sofa in the living room to watch the World Cup. Now Sister Zhao no longer dares to do anything wrong and can only let me enjoy her.

I pushed my cock hard into the depths of her vagina, and because of our position I could penetrate very deep, and I felt that I had reached the opening of her uterus, with my glans touching her every time I thrust. At this time, I no longer cared about my gentlemanly manners and penetrated me violently, bang... bang... and Sister Zhao also began to make "hmph, hmph" sounds in my continuous attack. The hand that was originally pushing my body began to hold me tightly, and at the same time, her buttocks moved up and down on my penis.

I haven't done it for a long time, and this stimulation makes me feel like ejaculating. I thought to myself that I must not ejaculate at this critical moment. If I ejaculate first, Sister Zhao will think that there is nothing better than me!

But Sister Zhao's vagina was very tight, and it was too stimulating to insert my penis inside her. I had to stop the fierce attack and began to insert it slowly and rhythmically, rubbing the circles of flesh rings inside her vagina as hard as I could. Sister Zhao started to take the initiative and moved her butt up and down faster and faster. Her body began to become tense, her face became hotter and hotter, her mouth was slightly pouting, she gasped heavily, and her lips were bitten tighter and tighter.

I knew she was about to reach the peak, so I pressed my whole body on her, showing no mercy to her lower body, and moved my waist from slow to fast, inserting the glans into her vagina violently. Finally, Sister Zhao's entire body suddenly wrapped around me, her breathing became disordered and rapid, and after her whole body trembled violently, she did not let go for a long time.

Seeing that Sister Zhao had reached orgasm, I relaxed my patience, pushed my body forward, and pressed tightly against her pubic bone. "Ah..." A stream of thick, hot semen passed through my glans and spurted into her deepest part. She felt the temperature of my sperm...her lower body began to contract rhythmically, and her cervix began to twitch as if it was born to crave this strong and hot semen.

I laid Sister Zhao flat on her back. She completely collapsed on the bed, her legs casually spread apart. Her vagina, which had already calmed down from the passion, was a mess, her pubic hair was wet with wisps of love fluid, and the pink flesh at the base of her thighs began to exude a mixture of pale white semen and love fluid.

I gently wiped her clean one by one with the pillowcase, then wiped my still erect penis, threw away the pillowcase, and pulled the quilt over her. She turned her back to me. I found that Sister Zhao hardly opened her eyes during the whole process. Perhaps she didn't know how to face what happened tonight.

I didn't disturb her and put on my clothes quietly. I waited until dawn, making sure there was no one outside, and then I quietly left.

After experiencing this night, I felt the most enjoyable sex in the world, the stimulation that came from completely capturing another person's woman both physically and mentally.

After having real sex with the sexual fantasy object in my dream, it was already the next morning when I returned home. Because of the World Cup, my wife didn't have too many doubts about me not coming home all night. I went back to my room and went to sleep with the excitement that I could not forget for a long time.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep immediately. Looking at the genitals that had just entered Sister Zhao's pink pussy, which still had the sour smell of secretions, my lower body became engorged and swollen again. Thinking of Sister Zhao crying under me, I started masturbating again and finally fell asleep in exhaustion.

Maybe because I felt guilty, I didn't take the initiative to contact the couple later. I should have been content with getting the woman of my dreams, and I really hoped that it would only happen that once. I even regretted doing such a thing to Sister Zhao. But I don’t know why, I still have a strong desire to possess Sister Zhao again. It is a long torment.

(2)

Finally, more than a month later, Jia called me. To be honest, when I saw the caller ID, I was a little hesitant to answer the phone. But since the problem had arisen, I had no choice but to face it. It was better than going to their house and making a fuss. At this moment, I could only take one step at a time, thinking of various explanations while answering the phone tremblingly.

Jia sounded very happy and it turned out that she wanted to ask me out for a drink. I agreed readily, but on the way there, I felt uneasy, wondering if he was pretending nothing happened and luring me out to kill me.

I don't even remember how we drove to the bar. When we met, I couldn't tell anything from his expression. I sat down nervously, looking around for suspicious people.

Jia didn't pay attention to my actions. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I have a date with a beautiful woman tonight. She will be here soon. Haha, I'll open your eyes!"

I responded to his words with a fake smile, but I saw Sister Zhao walking into the crowd with an angry look on her face. My heart suddenly sank. It was over. She must have told Jia.

At this moment, Jia suddenly said to me, "It's over. Why is this ugly woman here?"

As we were talking, Sister Zhao had already walked to our table and said nothing to Jia.

Jia also calmly asked her: "Why are you following me?"

"I was just about to ask you what you are doing here?" Sister Zhao was obviously very angry and replied angrily.

"It's normal for men to go out and drink!" Jia said, glancing at his watch. I knew he was worried about what to do if another woman came.

"Okay! I'll drink too!" Sister Zhao said, then she picked up the whiskey she had ordered on the table and took a big gulp.

I thought Jia might stop her, but Jia poured herself a glass and wanted to toast with her. Looking at this situation, I don’t know how to persuade them and can only watch how the situation develops. Before she could finish the fourth cup, Sister Zhao closed her eyes reluctantly, fell asleep on the table.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a fashionable woman came up to us. Jia immediately perked up, stood up, pulled the woman and whispered in her ear.

The woman immediately pushed him away in embarrassment and said, "Hate you, you are so lecherous." Then, she saw a woman lying on the table and asked again, "Who is she?"

I was about to answer when Jia quickly interrupted me: "She, she! She is my friend's wife!" Then she winked at me.

I immediately understood what he meant and continued, "Yes, she is my wife, haha."

But women have stronger intuition after all. The woman who came looked at Jia and then at me with some doubt, without saying anything. She was probably thinking about the conspiracy between us.

Jia reacted quickly and said to me immediately: "Look at how drunk your wife is. You should go back first."

Although I understand what he means, how can I go back with her? Where can I go? I looked at Jia with a depressed face. Jia was anxious, afraid that the woman would find out something. She kept winking at me, motioning me to leave. I had no choice but to make a gesture to hug Sister Zhao, and Jia nodded slightly quickly.

I knew how anxious he was, so I had no choice but to try to help Sister Zhao up. However, a completely drunk person was as heavy as a rock, and in front of Jia, I couldn't touch Sister Zhao's body too much. After trying for a long time, I failed to get Sister Zhao up.

The woman who was looking for Jia finally spoke up: "Jia, why don't you help your friend?"

Jia seemed to be relieved and said happily: "Okay, I'll help him get to the car and will be here soon."

Although there were two of us, we still managed to carry Sister Zhao to the parking lot with great effort.

I asked Jia: "What should we do now? We'll wait for you here?"

"That won't work. It wasn't easy to pick this woman up!" Jia was a little anxious.

"What should I do? Your wife won't move." I didn't know what to do either.

"How about this, take her to your house!" Jia answered without thinking much.

"No, my wife will definitely ask her what happened." I think Jia was too anxious to think about the problem.

"Then please help me take her back to my house! She has the key with her." Jia said as she prepared to run to the bar.

"That's even worse. What will your dad and others think when they see me carrying your wife back home?" I thought this was an even worse idea, so I quickly stopped him.

"Don't worry, my dad and others have gone back to their hometown! I'll excuse you tonight!" Kejia said this without even turning her head and disappeared.

In desperation, I started the car and went to Sister Zhao's house. After great effort, I finally carried her upstairs. I found the key in her bag and opened the door after a few tries. Sure enough, there was no one at home. I went to the bedroom where I had fought before and put Sister Zhao flat on the bed.

I leaned against the wall beside the bed and finally took a good break. Looking at the woman lying on the bed, she was lying dazed. I suddenly felt pity for her. She had suffered a lot of grievances today.

"My poor sister Zhao."

How I wanted to comfort her, but she just remained in deep sleep.

In order to prevent Sister Zhao from falling under the bed in the middle of the night, I picked her up tightly and placed her in the middle of the bed. Sweat immediately broke out on my head. But Sister Zhao didn't react at all after I moved her so vigorously just now. She was still sleeping and motionless. Poor Sister Zhao, she really needs a good rest.

I pulled the quilt to cover her, but I thought it wouldn't work, so I helped her take off her clothes. So I helped her raise her hands, and then took off her outer sportswear through her head and over her raised hands.

She was wearing a light blue bra today. It might have been pulled when I supported her just now, and it had moved out of place and was stuck tightly halfway around her breast. I had to put my hands around her back and loosen her bra. A red semicircular mark was left on the breast. I felt even more distressed and unconsciously licked the red mark with my tongue.

I had seen this pair of breasts last time, but this time the feeling was different. It was still full of freshness. Maybe it was because the environment was different last time. This time I could look at it calmly and carefully.

Since Sister Zhao was also asleep, I started to caress her again.

This pair of charming breasts, which I haven't seen for more than a month, are still so elastic and rise and fall in my hands. To be honest, it was too sudden last time and I didn’t feel Sister Zhao’s body carefully, but this time is different, it is so beautiful tonight.

I began to slowly kiss my way up around Sister Zhao's entire upper body, kissing her smooth and tight abdomen, and kissing Sister Zhao's fascinating thighs. The tight sports pants that Sister Zhao wore highlighted the bulging hills of her lower body. I lifted Sister Zhao's buttocks and took off her sports pants. I immediately saw that the soft light blue panties had sunk deeply into her private parts, revealing her charming cleavage.

When I used my mouth to suck on Sister Zhao's covered vulva through her panties, waves of familiar sour taste filled my whole body, and my penis seemed to swell as if it was fermenting. This familiar smell made me involuntarily strip myself naked, then I lifted Sister Zhao's round buttocks up and slowly pulled off her panties.

Tonight is my whole night and I don’t want to be in a hurry like last time. When the panties were half pulled off, Sister Zhao’s not very thick black curly hair slowly jumped out of the edge of her pants and stood in front of me.

I put my mouth close to hers and took a deep breath of the mysterious feminine scent coming from the flowers. Then I threw myself on her legs, pulled her panties to her knees with both hands, then used my feet to completely remove the panties, and then used my feet to spread Sister Zhao's legs into a big letter shape.

The familiar scene suddenly became a little dazzling. Sister Zhao, who was in a coma, did not secrete any sweet juice. Her red labia shyly fell at the entrance of her vulva, half-covering part of her clitoris. It was the first time I put my face so close to Sister Zhao's private parts, and I began to try to touch her labia with my tongue.

I smelled a slightly sour smell and wanted to retract my tongue, but after hesitating for a moment, I held my breath, used the tip of my tongue to open her labia, and then slapped Sister Zhao's flesh back and forth. Only then did I realize that the smell of a woman's private parts was not as strong as it smelled. Instead, it was like sweet spring water that made men want to suck it dry.

I began to suck in a relaxed manner, and inserted my penis into Sister Zhao's vagina with trembling hands. At first, I felt the vaginal opening a little dry, but after a few teasings with my tongue tip, I soon felt some sticky liquid sliding into my mouth.

I sucked it with all my strength, then stuck my tongue into the lower end of Sister Zhao's pink slit and licked all the way up to the sensitive rice grain at the top. At this time, my face was covered with Sister Zhao's sour juice.

I don’t know if it was because of some feeling, but Sister Zhao started to turn over a few times, and finally curled up on her side in bed. After making sure that she was not awake, I hugged her hips tightly from behind, so that her lower body was facing my glans. Because I was afraid that she would sober up, I penetrated her flower core with force.

"Ah..." I felt a sharp pain in my glans. It might be because of the pause just now. Sister Zhao's vagina had become dry, and her vagina was narrow to begin with. As soon as I entered, I felt the pain of dryness. Every time I went in a little bit, I felt it was very difficult. I had no choice but to hold her hips with my hands and then slowly and tentatively insert my penis.

But the unconscious Sister Zhao was very slow to respond to the stimulation from her vaginal wall, and the juice secreted was not enough for me to slide quickly in her vagina. I grabbed her breasts from behind with my hands. When I penetrated deeply into Sister Zhao's body, her breasts hit my hands forward, but I couldn't speed up the impact of her vagina, which was gradually losing the lubrication of mucus. I felt more and more pain down there. Maybe tonight was not suitable for doing this.

I decisively pulled out my penis. Because the penis and vagina were in too close contact, I heard a "pop" sound, like pulling out a piston.

I saw a small amount of blood when the glans came out. It must be because there was not enough juice, so the foreskin was broken. I quickly found a towel to wipe it clean and was ready to end, but I found that there were no scars on my genitals. It might be that Sister Zhao's vagina was broken by me.

I used both hands to spread open the crack of her round buttocks and began to examine her private parts carefully. Then I used my fingers to gently push apart the two pieces of flesh, revealing the pink vaginal opening. Due to the intense thrusting just now, the vaginal opening was covered with a little white foam and some blood. After a while, a little blood flowed out along the crack of flesh.

Looking at all this blood, it reminded me that this might have been the case when Jia enjoyed Sister Zhao's virginity for the first time. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but use my glans to block the bleeding seam. Maybe because of the blood, my entire penis was buried deeply in the deepest part.

What was strange this time was that the discomfort caused by the dryness in Sister Zhao's vagina, coupled with the feeling of obstruction caused by the uneven inner wall of the vagina, did not stop my twitching, but instead accelerated my madness.

My lower abdomen kept hitting her raised buttocks, making a "pa...pa..." sound. The friction caused by my lower body and Sister Zhao's being too tightly together caused a dull pain, but I was frantically thrusting in and out, left and right, fantasizing that this was the first time that Sister Zhao's virgin vagina was penetrated by someone!

Maybe it’s the uniqueness of “stealing love” that the satisfaction I feel far exceeds the feeling of taking away Sister Zhao’s virginity.

Due to excessive stimulation, my body relaxed, and immediately, all the nerves in my body seemed to concentrate on the glans. A hot current, like an electric current, penetrated my whole body, rushed out of the penis, and sprayed deep into Sister Zhao's flower core. I hugged Sister Zhao tightly and began to twitch.

When I pulled out my genitals and looked at them, they were red and wet from the torture, but still erect. I was surprised that I had never had such a strong erection. When I looked again, Sister Zhao was still sleeping soundly, and that familiar face still revealed the unique charm of a young woman.

I was still not satisfied, so I turned the unconscious Sister Zhao over and laid her flat on the bed. Then I pressed my whole body on top of her and put her legs on my shoulders. I started to make big movements, pressing my right hand on the mons pubis, inserting the entire penis and then pulling it out completely.

The tender skin of the vaginal opening wrapped around the penis and was brought in and out along with the movement. Under the effect of the red and white mixed liquid slowly flowing out of Sister Zhao's flesh slit, my entire penis once again deeply immersed in this little hole that had been tortured tonight, until my testicles hit Sister Zhao's perineum.

Unlike before, this time, the vagina was filled with a mixture of semen and blood, wetting the entire vagina. I have never enjoyed such a comfortable vagina, narrow but lubricated and elastic. After continuous in and out, I felt the vagina tightly clamped around my penis and began to pump for the first time tonight.

It seems that the woman's body reaction is much slower at this time. Sister Zhao's hot vagina began to cater to my every thrust, and sometimes retreated, her pubic mound pressing down on my penis, as if to force me to withdraw, and sometimes the vaginal muscles tightened as if unwilling to relax, clamping me forcefully and evenly.

I had never experienced this feeling when my wife and I were having sex. I felt I could no longer bear this kind of stimulation, so I pressed my body against Sister Zhao's soft body, feeling the friction between my breasts and Sister Zhao's nipples with each thrust, and enjoying the obscene sounds produced by the constant contact and thrusting of our genitals.

I ejaculated inside Sister Zhao's body again. Although the amount of semen was less, the pleasure brought by ejaculation still made my whole body twitch and completely collapse.

When having sex with a drunk person, especially after a burst of intense breathing, I feel like I have drunk a lot of alcohol and my head is dizzy. I looked at the watch and it was already very late. I was worried that Jia might come back suddenly. I was thankful that everything was fine. I packed up, got dressed quickly, and staggered back home.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. Feeling guilty, I immediately realized what had happened and hurriedly explained, "It's a company party, and the leader is here too."

But my wife stood up and quickly came over to hug me.

I was frightened by this sudden movement and hurried to understand what was going on.

"It's Sister Zhao. She called just now."

When I heard this, I was scared to death. Did Sister Zhao call and report me? "She, what happened to her?"

"You are not allowed to tell anyone. Sister Zhao told me not to tell anyone." My wife looked at me doubtfully, waiting for my answer. In fact, I knew that she would never keep her promise, and this is how I always shared Sister Zhao’s “secret” with her.

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

"If you hadn't come back, I would have gone to sleep by myself, but I was woken up by the phone call just now. It was Sister Zhao. She seemed very panicked, so I tried to comfort her. But what she said scared me so much that I couldn't sleep anymore." My wife seemed to be still recalling what had just happened with horror, and she hugged me tightly as she spoke.

"She and Jia had a fight again?"

"Jia said she was going on a business trip again today. Sister Zhao didn't believe it, so she followed her secretly."

"You women just love to make wild guesses!" I was actually very happy that this happened, as it brought me another happy night. But in order to avoid being discovered by my wife, I pretended not to understand Sister Zhao.

"Hate it! Do you want to listen to what I'm saying?" My wife was a little unhappy when I interrupted her.

In order to continue listening, I coaxed him again: "Don't interrupt, I'm listening carefully."

"Sister Zhao only remembered that she followed Jia out and ended up getting drunk. She couldn't remember what happened. She woke up in the middle of the night and found herself naked, as if she had been raped. But she checked the doors and windows and found they were all locked."

When I heard that Sister Zhao was naked, the thing in my pants unconsciously stood up again.

My wife seemed to be still immersed in fear, and did not notice the changes in my lower body. She continued to talk: "She called and said she was afraid to sleep and asked me to accompany her. But when I heard about this, I was also scared. It's not enough for the two of us women. We still need a man. So I asked her to stay at our house and go back after dawn."

"What did Sister Zhao say? Will you come?" I asked without thinking, and then I felt that I was a little too excited.

"At first she refused, but I told her that I really couldn't go to her house. You know, she doesn't have any other friends. After thinking about it, she reluctantly agreed. After I hung up the phone, I didn't dare to sleep. I was so scared that I watched TV here and waited for you to come back."

I looked at the clock and it was already 3:30 in the morning, so I said, "I'm going to bed now, I don't care about you guys anymore."

In fact, I knew what was going on and secretly found it funny, but when I thought about what I had done to Sister Zhao tonight, I felt a little embarrassed, so I found an excuse to hide back in the house. My wife didn't dare to be outside alone, so she followed me in, still hugging me tightly.

Thinking of the feeling of Sister Zhao being pressed under my body tonight without her knowing it, I felt excited again. The body temperature of my wife hugging me further heated up my desire. I roughly spread my wife's two slender legs and inserted my penis into her. My wife thought I wanted to comfort her, so she tried her best to open her legs to cooperate with my crazy thrusting.

I have already ejaculated twice tonight and the semen left is very little, so the thrusting took a long time. But just then, the doorbell rang.

"Oh no, Sister Zhao is here!" My wife and I said at the same time.

The wife hurriedly got up, found some toilet paper to wipe what was flowing out from below, put on her pajamas and went out to open the door. At this moment, I really can't describe my feelings. No one wants to be interrupted at this time. I really feel a little bit angry about Sister Zhao for spoiling my mood.

It started to rain heavily outside, accompanied by lightning and roaring thunder, and I couldn't hear what the two of them were saying in the living room. Just as I was about to get up and listen at the door, my wife opened the door and asked me if I could sleep on the sofa outside, saying that she wanted to sleep with Sister Zhao.

There was no other way, so I had to pack up my things, picked up my quilt, went to the living room, and took a look at Sister Zhao. Her whole body was wet, probably because she was in a hurry to go out and didn't bring any rain gear. From her eyes, it could be seen that she was really scared tonight, with a nervous and confused look on her face.

She saw me looking at her, nodded slightly apologetically, and said timidly, "Sorry for tonight."

I was about to lie down on the sofa, but my wife arranged for Sister Zhao to take a hot bath first to avoid catching a cold. I felt that the two of them were not asleep, and it would be a bit indecent for a grown man like me to lie on the sofa, so I had to turn on the TV and watch it.

The wife was busy running in and out preparing bathing supplies for Sister Zhao. After a while, Sister Zhao had almost finished washing. I saw my wife took one of her bras and a pair of disposable paper underwear from the bedroom and brought them to the bathroom for Sister Zhao to change. It turned out that my wife was quite careful. Women are very particular about the hygiene of their underwear. After all, a woman's lower body is very "fragile" in front of bacteria, and disposable underwear is more hygienic.

I don’t know why, but the two of them started laughing in the bathroom. Maybe it was a little sudden and their laughter was a little loud, so loud that it could be heard even over the thunder outside. But soon, as if they realized something, they stopped immediately.

Thinking that the familiar underwear that my wife usually wore would soon be worn by Sister Zhao, I pulled my wife to the sofa and said pleadingly, "Honey, let's finish what we just did while Sister Zhao goes in to take a shower."

"Hate it. It's so embarrassing with outsiders here." The wife actually blushed.

"But I'm so sad. I've only done half of it. Can you please understand me?" I continued to beg.

Forget it, just bear with it. If you really can’t stand it, do you want me to take a sleeping pill too? “

"Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, you think I'm not sad that I've only done half of it. I want it too! I won't say anything more. If you want to eat, take it yourself. I'm sleepy and I'm going to sleep first."

After the wife finished speaking, she went to the bathroom door and came out with Sister Zhao.

Seeing that the two were still laughing, I asked curiously, "What were you laughing at? It was so loud."

Sister Zhao and my wife were stunned for a moment when I asked this question suddenly, and then looked at each other. I saw Sister Zhao’s face turn red, and my wife quickly excused herself by saying, “Men should stay out of women’s business!” Then she pulled Sister Zhao into the room and went to sleep. I could only helplessly stare at the boring TV in the middle of the night.

The night was so long, and bursts of huge thunder made the community's car anti-theft devices go off one after another. In addition, the sofa was not comfortable to sleep on, and I began to blame Sister Zhao for the unhappiness she brought me tonight.

I went to the bathroom angrily to pee, but saw that the bra my wife had just given to Sister Zhao to change was still on the washing machine. I seemed to understand why the two of them laughed just now. My wife's breasts are not as big as Sister Zhao's, and my wife's bra must be extremely uncomfortable for Sister Zhao to wear. The two of them must have laughed for this reason.

When I returned to the living room, I found Sister Zhao was already sitting on the sofa. When she saw me come out, she explained a little embarrassedly: "Your wife sleeps very well. She didn't wake up even with such a loud thunder." Then she turned her head to watch TV very unnaturally.

Looking at her somewhat panicked expression, I knew that she was frightened by the thunder, especially this thunderstorm tonight. The lights were not on in the bedroom. She must have been very scared, so she ran to the living room where the lights were on. I smiled and still sat on the sofa.

She sat on one side and I sat on the other. We both felt very uncomfortable at the moment. The TV was playing some boring reruns, but we still pretended to watch it attentively. After all, Sister Zhao had experienced too many "terrible" things tonight. First, she had a quarrel with her family, and then I took possession of her without her knowing, which made her think that she was being taken advantage of by an "unclean thing". Now she had to suffer the fear of thunder, not to mention that her companion next to her was sleeping so soundly.

Since I was bored, I started to observe her while pretending to watch TV. She was wearing my wife's coffee-colored cotton dress with fine flowers. She clasped her hands together, and the fabric pressed tight against her hands highlighted the outline of her breasts, with her nipples showing small bulges on the cotton fabric.

I thought, I was right. She couldn't fit into my wife's small bra, so she had to leave it "empty".

I don’t know why, but I have seen Sister Zhao’s pair of plump and pointed breasts clearly twice, but the feeling of being covered by thin cotton gives me an indescribable sense of freshness and excitement. This stimulation made my lower body feel like standing up again. In order not to reveal my ugly side here, I forced myself to shift my attention to the TV, but the TV had already shown the sign of "off-airing".

Sister Zhao and I continued to face the TV and remain silent.

When I peeked at her again, I found that Sister Zhao was looking at me from time to time. I pretended not to notice, but this silence was maddening, and I began to think about how to break this deadlock.

"Boom!" Suddenly a huge thunder seemed to hit the community.

Almost at the same time, everything around became completely dark. Apart from hearing the constant sirens of cars in the community, there was nothing to see. The power was out in the entire area, and it was truly pitch dark.

I felt like I had forgotten where I was. The thunder was so terrifying that I was so scared that I didn't come to my senses until everyone turned off their car alarms.

"Boom!" Another series of loud thunder.

I saw Sister Zhao in a flash of lightning, and she seemed to have just realized where I was. Just before darkness came again after the lightning stopped, she squeezed next to me, leaned close to me, and her body trembled violently.

For me, everything happened so suddenly. I could feel her heart beating really fast because her boobs were now pressed tightly against mine. I don't know why I should feel lucky or sad that this night is in my home.

On the one hand, I reminded myself that my wife was in another room and that I had already had Sister Zhao's body tonight and could not do such a thing in front of my wife. On the other hand, I tried to persuade her not to hug me like that, as it would make me very impulsive.

But no matter what I said, she still refused to let me go. In desperation, I had to come up with a bad plan. I told her the truth: "Sister Zhao, please don't do this. It will make me impulsive and make mistakes."

Like the thunder that never stopped, she held me tightly and didn't let go.

It was still pitch black all around, but I couldn't just wait there. I tried to persuade her again, "If you don't let go, I'm really going to make a mistake!"

Still no movement, I issued an ultimatum: "On the count of three, I will start touching you."

After hearing this, I seemed to feel her head leaning on my shoulder shaking left and right, but her hands still didn't let go. I don’t understand whether she doesn’t want to let go or she doesn’t agree with me touching her.

Without thinking too much, I started counting quietly: "One, two--, three!"

In fact, I had no intention of really touching her, but I could clearly feel that she was really afraid that I would touch her, so her hand naturally moved towards her chest. This action made me feel that she was actually on guard against me, and I suddenly felt a sense of rejection and failure.

She interrupted my lovemaking with my wife, and now she's putting herself in front of me, but not giving herself to me. This series of thoughts ignited a desire for revenge in my heart. Mixed with the man's physiological desire for a woman's body, I longed for her to take the initiative. This seems to alleviate the guilt I feel towards my wife.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be surprised at my own boldness. I began to like this loud thunder and I was looking forward to it coming even louder!

She was sitting on my left side, so I used my left hand to forcibly separate her arms and put my hands on her breasts through her cotton skirt.

"Ah! I'm just scared, don't do this!"

Although she struggled with a pleading tone, the slight "hmm, hmm" gasping sound coming from deep in her throat betrayed her insincerity. Now her resistance was just a show.

Because we couldn't see each other, I could only feel a breathing hot mouth searching my face. I followed the heat wave and held her lips tightly, exchanging saliva with each other. My right hand impatiently went around Sister Zhao's back, slid to her lower part, and touched her elastic and plump buttocks through her cotton skirt.

I gave up all struggles, and what I got in return was Sister Zhao venting her anger on my back with her hands frantically. And so, on the sofa in my living room, we kissed unbridled.

She just moaned softly at first. We leaned sideways on the sofa, and I pressed my whole body towards her. As she was at the bottom, I had to withdraw my right hand that was caressing her buttocks, but it quickly reached in from the hem of her cotton skirt and reached the base of her thigh.

I touched the disposable paper panties my wife had given her. It was the first time I touched the inside of her thighs. I gently ran the tip of my middle finger over her delicate thighs, while I raised my index finger and inadvertently touched her private parts through the thin cotton paper.

The woman couldn't stand this kind of temptation. She couldn't let my hands play with her like that. Instead, she took the initiative to clamp my hands with her legs, as if she was afraid that my hands would leave her. Then she began to squeeze her legs left and right, and her vagina rubbed against my hands.

Her moans became louder. Although my voice was covered by the thunder, I still signaled her to keep her voice down. At this time, my left hand was still covering her breast through the soft cotton cloth, which made me feel more intense pleasure than directly covering her breast.

I caressed her breasts that had been ravaged by me tonight. The elasticity felt a little different than when I was at her house earlier. In addition to their incredible toughness, they were also softer and smoother like cotton cloth, which was a unique feeling. I moved my body down, bent over and licked the protruding nipples with my tongue through the cotton skirt.

In the darkness, her hands unskillfully found my lower body and unzipped my pants. My already hard cock immediately felt the coolness after being released. She stroked it with her hand, obviously not knowing how to play with a man's vitals, so she just held it in her hand, tightening and loosening it.

Maybe because I was sucking on her nipple, her breasts seemed bigger and fuller than the previous two times I had touched them. I felt that I couldn't control it with my mouth alone, so I had to use my left hand again through the cotton skirt to squeeze the center of the breast in my mouth. After holding it, I squeezed and rubbed it with all my strength, and sometimes I pinched and rubbed the nipple with my thumb and index finger in coordination with my teeth.

Her light gasps turned into heavy breaths. Sister Zhao's sexy voice stimulated the nerves in my lower body.

I was impatient and touched her vagina again. A large amount of sticky juice had already wet the tissue paper panties covering her vagina. I couldn't wait any longer. "Hiss", without much effort, my hand tore the disposable panties from the wet place, and the sticky pubic hair covered my hand with juice.

I bit the nipple under the cotton skirt, which was already wet with saliva, with my teeth, biting harder and harder, then opened my mouth wider and put both nipples into my mouth. Bite once on the left and once on the right.

The pitch-black environment made all her sense of shame disappear, and she completely let go of herself, breathing heavily as if she had never been so excited before. I was too excited, and she was probably too excited too, pulling my penis hard. I was in so much pain that tears were about to come out, but it was also very exciting.

She tried to lift her hips up, and I groped the middle finger of my right hand along the mucus and prepared to insert it into her vagina. As soon as my fingers touched her labia, she suddenly grabbed my hand with one hand.

I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately whispered, "Don't worry, I've washed my hands, they're clean."

Only then did she let go of his hand. Just like that, my middle finger was buried deep in the crevice. I turned my palm upwards and began to bend my middle finger continuously. I touched the circular inner walls of the vagina and began to repeatedly stimulate the flesh of her G-spot inside her vagina.

She seemed to be saying something in her heavy breathing. I moved my head closer and could faintly hear her calling for me to get inside her body quickly.

I knew it was time, but I still deliberately said, "No, Sister Zhao, I have made a mistake with you once, I, I can't." As I said that, I tried to leave her.

But at this time Sister Zhao could no longer extricate herself. She quickly pulled my pants down to my knees, pushed me down on the other end of the sofa, spread her legs and crossed them on my waist, put one hand on the back of the sofa to steady her whole body, and then used the other hand to find my erect genitals, groped and aimed them at the position of her vulva, and sat down hard with her buttocks.

"Puff!" Because there was too much mucus in Sister Zhao's lower body, my penis made a muffled sound when it entered. It feels so good that I can’t describe it! This was the first time Sister Zhao used her hands to guide my genitals into her most secret place.

Although my wife had taken the medicine and was in a deep sleep, I was still a little worried. Although my penis was inserted into Sister Zhao's slit, I was still absent-minded and let her move on her own. She probably felt that it was not very satisfying, so she moved her body up and down, back and forth to coordinate with my genitals, and for a moment her movements were more violent than my previous ones.

I don’t know if it’s because of the darkness of the night, or the smell of thunder and rain! It aroused my more primitive wildness, and I began to thrust my waist upwards and thrust hard with ecstasy. Every time I thrust deeply to the bottom, a large amount of mucus secreted by Sister Zhao splashed everywhere with the collision of our genitals. A few times when I touched her cervix too deeply, her whole body spasmed because of the pain.

I felt more and more liquid flowing down her buttocks, onto my pubic hair, and then onto my legs. The stimulation made me thrust harder. We didn't need to talk to each other, and we couldn't see each other's lewd appearance.

Her movements went from big to small and rapid, and her breathing became increasingly indistinguishable. She pulled my hand, reached it up from under her skirt, and placed it on her breasts. I knew she was about to reach orgasm, so I cooperated by pinching her hard and thrusting my penis up and down quickly. This was the first time I did this, and the fresh stimulation made me feel that I could soon not hold back my sperm, so I signaled to her that I was about to ejaculate.

Another loud thunder sounded.

I seemed to vaguely hear her screaming a few times when she was extremely excited. I didn't care about anything anymore, I straightened my body, pushed her down again, and quickly buried my genitals deep into her vagina. After two or three seconds, a burst of pleasure gushed out, and she also twitched a few times, then collapsed under me and didn't move.

We stayed like that for several minutes, me kissing her face, her still slumped over on the couch, without the strength to recover. I got up, went to the bathroom based on my memory, found the paper towel, and went back to the living room.

It didn't take much effort for me to get to the sofa, because Sister Zhao's continuous breathing in the dark told me her location. She couldn't move, and didn't want to move, so I used paper to thoroughly clean my lower body, legs, and pubic hair, then sat down on the sofa, groped the body whose size I was familiar with after having occupied it several times, touched her private parts, wiped her lower body clean, and cleaned her up.

I helped her back to the bedroom and placed her next to my wife. I was worried, so I called my wife gently a few times, but she was still sleeping soundly and didn't answer. So I went back to the living room to sleep.

(3)

When I woke up the next morning, it was already past 8 o'clock. I was shocked. Normally, I always get up very late during my rest time, but today was an exception because I wanted to get up early to check for any traces that were not cleaned up last night. As I thought about it, I looked at the sofa, and the area around the crazy place last night was so clean.

Yes, look at those torn off panties.

I was just about to check the trash can when I saw Sister Zhao already dressed neatly and making breakfast in the kitchen. It seemed that she had gotten up earlier than me and cleaned up the mess.

"What a thoughtful woman!" I smiled knowingly.

When Sister Zhao saw me looking at her at the kitchen door, she felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look me in the eye. Her face was clearly blushing, which is the most attractive charm of a woman. It made me feel like I was back to the feeling she had every morning when I first lived with my wife.

Haha, I can’t think about it anymore. I have to “stand upright” again. I’d better go see my wife. I walked back to the bedroom and my wife was still sleeping soundly in bed. Haha, I laughed in my heart, and then I heard Sister Zhao walk out the door and call my wife to get up and have breakfast.

After my wife came out of the wash, the three of us had breakfast together. Sister Zhao and my wife chatted and laughed about some family matters. I saw her looking up at me from time to time, her eyes full of happiness. She had never been like this before, and I didn't hear what they were saying.

His wife suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Just stay a few more days until Jia begs you to go back, and let Jia know what life is like without you!"

I also stopped, waiting for her answer.

She looked up at me.

My wife thought she was worried that I would not agree, so she said, "He won't object! Don't worry, he dare not disobey me!"

"Then thank you for your help!" Sister Zhao nodded in agreement.

The three of us laughed. I looked at her and she looked at me, and we laughed happily and spent a happy morning!

Sister Zhao stayed at my house like this. Unfortunately, when I got home from get off work, the two women would just go shopping or chat at home, as if I didn't exist.

Sometimes, I would sit with my wife's back to me and look at Sister Zhao, and occasionally Sister Zhao would glance at me secretly. When our eyes met, I could see regret and helplessness in her eyes. I guess maybe she wasn't really listening to my wife's nagging. Sure enough, she was always at a loss when asked by my wife suddenly. This is a painful torment, although bitter it has the sweetness of first love.

Sister Zhao always takes a hot shower every night. Listening to the irregular sound of water dripping, I always imagine that I am the hot water sliding over every inch of Sister Zhao's skin. Only at this moment, I will vent all the accumulated desires of these sexual fantasies on my wife. At night, when I sleep alone on the sofa, I will masturbate until my whole body is limp and I fall asleep. This happens every day.

On the third day, I began to feel weakness in my limbs and severe pain in my waist, so I had to stop this crazy behavior.

The fourth day was a Saturday, and due to the continuous losses, when I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. I looked around and didn't see any sign of the two women. The bedroom door was open, and except for the neatly folded quilt, the room was empty. I went to the kitchen again, but heard someone taking a shower in the bathroom. It was broad daylight, so it should be my wife. It seemed that Sister Zhao had gone home. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss in my heart, and my already tired body seemed even heavier.

"Take a bath, relax, ask my wife to rub my back, and forget about all this!" I comforted myself, took off my pajamas, found the key, opened the bathroom door and went in.

The whole bathroom was shrouded in hot mist.

In a daze, I saw my wife washing the shampoo on her head with her back to me. When I thought about how I wanted to hug Sister Zhao while she was taking a bath every night, the feeling of loss just now came to my mind again. I couldn't help but hug my wife from behind and whispered in her ear affectionately, "Honey, I love you!"

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

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

There was only the sound of rushing water as we snuggled up to each other.

I don’t know how long it took before Sister Zhao said, “Let me help you wipe your back!”

I let go of her hand and found that her eyes were red and she was crying. I also want to cry. Yes, she is leaving. Maybe she has returned home now. Maybe, there are too many maybes.

Neither of us spoke. I turned my back to her and felt her wiping my back with a wet towel. Although it was a little hard, it didn't hurt. What hurt was my heart. I don't quite remember whether she finished wiping my entire back, but I felt her hand holding the towel stop. I turned around and saw her with one hand covering her face.

She didn't want me to see her crying, so she went back into the water to wash. I wanted to say something, but I remained silent. I took the towel from her hand and started to help her wash. This was the first time I helped a woman take a bath. A few times when my wife was taking a bath, I just looked at her and walked away, but this time, I wanted to stay, hoping to stay as long as possible.

After a while, I heard Sister Zhao calm down a little, and she said with occasional sobs: "She, she went to work on duty."

I knew she was talking about my wife. Yes, I had forgotten that it was my wife's turn to be on duty at their unit today. Sister Zhao was so thoughtful. At this time, she could still feel what I was worried about in my heart. She must have wanted me to keep it without worry. What a lovely woman.

I put shower gel on my hands and rubbed them gently on her body. She laughed as I moved my hands, and the atmosphere in the whole bathroom suddenly became lively. When I helped her wash her erect and plump breasts, she laughed even louder and her body twisted.

But the more I touched her body, the more I wanted to touch her mysterious triangle area along the flowing water. Especially when I was washing her vagina, she buried her head in my arms and collapsed on me, letting me fiddle with her vagina with my fingers covered with bath gel.

I took off the shower head and started to rinse her lower body. Under the impact of the water flow, the pubic hair, which was already sparse, appeared even more sparse. I used my fingers to slightly open the tightly closed slit of flesh and used water to clean off the foam from the shower gel. But no matter how I rinsed, I could still feel that it was still filled with mucus.

I was worried that the shower gel might have penetrated too deeply, so I squatted down and flipped up the pink labia with my hands. I found that the two labia were already swollen and engorged with blood. Sister Zhao was getting the feeling she wanted. The mucus was not shower gel, but the "nectar" that she constantly secreted.

In fact, my cock has been ready to try for a long time, and I don’t want to wait anymore. I stood up, pressed down my hand on the glans, which was red due to congestion, and passed it through Sister Zhao's legs. When it touched the place with the most mucus, I bent my legs slightly downward and then stood up straight. The penis easily entered the warm flesh crack.

I thrust it in and out twice, but it was difficult to make big movements while standing like this, and I could only insert one-third of my penis. In addition, my waist began to hurt again because of this strange movement. I pulled it out reluctantly, turned off the water, picked up Sister Zhao and rushed to the bedroom. She cooperated and put her hands around my neck.

I gently put her on the bed and pressed my body on hers. All this reminded me of when my wife and I were newly married. I also enjoyed the prelude to the wedding night in this way. It was so warm. Thinking of this, I looked at Sister Zhao under my body with tender eyes. She also looked at me, her face blushing, as if she was also thinking about some good memories.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked Sister Zhao softly, my hands gently caressing her plump breasts.

"No, no." Sister Zhao became a little flustered unconsciously.

I could see from her sparkling eyes that she could not conceal her excitement, but it was so abnormal, not the kind of excitement that came from sexual desire.

"Maybe it's the first time I lay on this bed with you, a little bit, I, I don't know." Seeing me looking at her with a puzzled look, she explained again.

"Are you thinking about Jia?" I asked again half-jokingly, but in my heart I was anxiously waiting for her to deny it.

Sister Zhao didn't answer. She looked away and didn't dare to look me in the eye. I suddenly felt sour and uncomfortable in my heart, and my penis suddenly became soft as if it had lost its power.

"That must be a very happy memory, right?" I suppressed the sadness in my heart and asked lightly. I don’t know what answer I want. Maybe I just don’t want the conversation to end in silence.

Sister Zhao still said nothing.

"Actually, you are Jia's wife. I don't expect anything. I am already very content. You and Jia have a happy time. I just want to know how sweet and happy you are when you are happy with him." I tried to slow down my voice so as not to reveal the bitterness in my heart. I don't want the woman I own to be thinking about other men at this moment. Men are strange. They feel uncomfortable inside, but they pretend to be tolerant on the surface and say things against their will.

At this time, Sister Zhao may have considered that this was not good for me, so she hugged my head with her hands and pressed it against her chest. Then he looked at me and said, "Do you really want to know?"

I lay on Sister Zhao like a child.

She still held my head and reluctantly said, "I just recalled the first time I was with Jia."

"So, that was your first time, right?" I asked her back.

Sister Zhao nodded in agreement.

Although I felt jealous at Sister Zhao's answer, I couldn't deny that it was also somewhat stimulating, and the softened meat strip felt good again.

"I want to know everything." I don't know why I suddenly said this.

"You men are so weird. Aren't you sad to hear this?" Sister Zhao looked at me suspiciously.

I still looked at Sister Zhao gently and said slowly: "I feel uncomfortable, but I can't blame you for what you did with him. I just want you to relive the time when you were in love and enjoy the incomparable happiness when making love. I want to know how you feel when you are happy. When you are happy, I am happy and feel excited, so I want to know."

At this time, Sister Zhao twisted her body a little embarrassedly and said, "I, I can't say it, you are so annoying!"

I could tell Sister Zhao was stuttering a little due to excitement when she spoke, and I knew that she was actually also feeling the excitement of recalling her first time in the arms of another man. Seeing her like this, I began to caress her breasts and slowly moved down to her vagina.

"Is it the first time that Jia enjoyed you like this?" I teased her body and slowly guided her to recall.

Sister Zhao looked at me hesitantly and said shyly: "No, it's just that Jia carried me to the bed like this that day."

"What happened next?" I asked anxiously.

"What happened next? Tell me, I really want to hear it." Seeing that Sister Zhao didn't answer, I couldn't help but ask again.

Sister Zhao said very embarrassedly when I urged her: "Later, that kind of thing happened. You have also experienced it. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Alas, I am not as lucky as Jia. I am not my wife's first man."

I sighed, and the lingering pain in my heart was triggered. The hand that was caressing Sister Zhao's lower body stopped involuntarily. I turned over and left Sister Zhao's body, lying parallel to her.

Seeing that I was a little sad, Sister Zhao tried to comfort me: "Do you men care about this? In fact, this doesn't mean that women don't love you. Everyone makes mistakes."

Actually, I understand this logic, but I don’t care if I know that the woman I like had another man before. But my wife told me that she had never been in love. It was only when I fell in love with her that I proved her lie in bed. That should be said to be a feeling of deception. I suppressed myself, but today, I wanted to speak out, longing to be understood. I hugged Sister Zhao gently and told her all my feelings.

Sister Zhao listened to my story carefully and then fell silent. The house suddenly became so quiet that the only sound was the occasional buzzing sound from the refrigerator in the living room.

I don't know how long it took, but Sister Zhao turned her body towards me, put one arm around my neck, and put one leg on me. She sighed softly and began to say, "I lied to my mother that time and said I went on an outing with some female classmates. In fact, Jia and I went sightseeing together. He and I spent the whole day happily. At night, we found a hotel, and Jia only booked one room."

"You didn't refuse?" I began to respond to her.

"I knew something might happen, so we went into the hotel separately because we were scared. My heart was pounding, but I also felt a little excited, so I went into the room with Jia without thinking too much."

As Sister Zhao described, she turned her eyes away from mine, rested her head on my chest and continued, "After entering the room, I saw two beds. He comforted me by saying he would sleep on one and I would sleep on the other. Later, he said he wanted to sleep, so he closed the curtains, sat on one of the beds, and took off his coat. When I saw him stripping off his underwear and his upper body naked, I shyly turned away and stood there awkwardly. I remember I wanted to drink some water at the time."

"Don't tell me you spent the night like this?" I asked.

"Hate it! Do you want to listen to it?" Sister Zhao complained to me like a spoiled child.

"Okay, I was wrong. Tell me, tell me." I immediately comforted her with a few words and urged her to continue.

"Suddenly, I felt him quickly coming behind me. Just as I was about to turn around, he gently hugged my chest from behind..."

At this time, Sister Zhao moved her head to my shoulder again with some embarrassment, still not daring to look me in the eye, and continued: "We have been intimate before, but in that environment, after I felt him hug me, my whole body softened. He told me that he loved me very much, and after hearing that, I was very moved, so I let him hug me and kiss my neck and back."

At this point, when she was getting excited, Sister Zhao's legs on me began to involuntarily clamp around my body, ready to move.

I continued to remain silent.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Sister Zhao took a deep breath and began to talk again: "While we were kissing, my top disappeared. I didn't feel the change at all. When my skirt fell to the ground, I found that I was naked. I immediately covered my face with my hands shyly. He picked me up and put me on the bed just like you. Because I didn't know what would happen next, I suddenly became very nervous and my heart was beating very hard. I wanted to struggle, but I had no strength left. I knew I couldn't escape tonight, so I decided to ignore everything and let him do whatever he wanted."

At this time, I was very clear about what they did later, but the desire for excitement in my heart forced me to urge them impatiently: "Don't stop."

Sister Zhao also felt the changes in my body. From time to time, her legs touched the half-raised hard rod between my legs. She knew what I needed, so she continued with a stammer: "Jia pressed his whole body on me, his breathing became more and more rapid, he hugged me very tightly, I could clearly feel something pressing against me from below Jia, I had never touched a man's thing before, it felt very mysterious, even a little scary, I was a little scared, so I told Jia to tell him not to do this."

As I listened to Sister Zhao's story, the jealousy I had just felt gradually disappeared. In its place was the feeling of her pubic hair gently rubbing against my waist as her legs moved on my body. It was as wonderful as if someone was brushing the dust off my body with a soft brush. I didn’t want to miss Sister Zhao’s “first time”, so I quickly listened to her description.

"But as soon as I opened my mouth, he kissed me on the lips, and my mind went blank. After a while, when I came to my senses, I didn't know if he was nervous or had never done it before, but his thing had been pushing against me for a long time but didn't come in. Moreover, it hurt around me, and I was even more scared, because I didn't know how to cooperate, so I begged him to stop again."

At this time, Sister Zhao became more and more shy, and her body bent as if twitching. I felt extremely aroused, so I turned sideways to face her and rubbed my painfully hard rod between Sister Zhao's buttocks.

"Is it like me pushing you like this?" I asked sourly.

“That’s not the case.”

Sister Zhao patted my chest lightly a few times and said in a soft voice. It seemed that Sister Zhao was completely relaxed and began to feel the excitement brought by this unique conversation.

"I want to know what it's like." I asked impatiently.

"Jia thought I was afraid of getting pregnant, so he comforted me and said he wanted to see my private parts. I immediately stopped Jia who was about to stand up. After all, no man had ever seen my private parts before. After all, it was my most private part. I told him not to look at it because I would be embarrassed. But Jia didn't listen to me at all and said some sweet words. I finally gave in, let go of his hand, closed my eyes tightly, and didn't dare to face him. He used his hands to force my legs apart. I didn't know what he was doing. I felt like something was flowing out from my lower body because I felt like peeing at the beginning, so I thought I was incontinent. Now Jia saw it, I felt even more embarrassed, and quickly told him to stop looking."

When Sister Zhao said this, she raised her head and said to me softly, "You know what happened next, I don't want to say it anymore, okay?"

"Yeah." I was already immersed in a hazy fantasy, imagining myself as Jia at that time. At this moment, Sister Zhao suddenly stopped talking, and I woke up as if from a dream. Only then did I realize that the mucus flowing from Sister Zhao's thigh roots had already flowed along my hard root onto the bed sheets.

It turned out that in Sister Zhao's own memories, her lower body had already been flooded. It seemed that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she stopped describing it.

So I no longer needed to control my emotions. I turned over and laid Sister Zhao flat on the bed. Looking at the big bed where I usually had sex with my wife, and there was another naked woman lying on it, my hard root became even thicker and my glans turned red and purple.

Sister Zhao looked at it and cooperated by opening her legs. My glans was very familiar with the small slit of the vulva. Just as I was about to insert it, I felt a strong suction force passing through the slit and swallowing my penis, but I still did not insert the entire penis into Sister Zhao's vagina.

Sister Zhao seemed anxious because of my sudden action. She needed me to give her continuous and deeper stimulation now, so she reached out to pull me, wanting me to enter her body deeply.

I didn't miss the chance. I still stopped and said to Sister Zhao, "I want to listen. If you continue talking, I will move. Otherwise, I won't move."

Sister Zhao had no choice but to recount the story in a breathless voice: "Jia and I were both inexperienced at the time. After he looked at my lower body, he pressed on me again and wanted to insert it. While he was searching below me, he kept trying to spread my thighs, so I tried hard to open my legs."

At this moment, Sister Zhao's face showed a delicate look that was unique to a woman. Thinking about Sister Zhao who had been fucked by my friend, an unknown impulse made me forget the pain in my waist. My strength doubled, and I moved Sister Zhao's lower body and roughly inserted it into the deepest part of the flesh!

"Ah!" Sister Zhao screamed.

"Does it hurt a little?" I asked with concern.

"Um... um... it hurts... be gentle..." Sister Zhao actually shed tears in pain.

"It must have been painful when Jia entered, right?" I asked, remembering that it was also painful for a woman's first time.

At this time, Sister Zhao said excitedly: "When I was nervously feeling what was going to happen to Jia, his lower body suddenly entered my body. It was the first time that something else entered my lower body. It felt really big, just like the feeling when you came in just now. It filled my lower body up. In a burst of piercing pain, I couldn't help but scream, and my legs stretched straight involuntarily, and I felt like I was going to cramp."

Hearing this, I pressed Sister Zhao's breasts with both hands and violently rammed her vagina a few times. Sister Zhao also began to moan, “Ah, ah,” and her voice was more wanton and ambiguous than ever before. I immediately felt that I could not control it any longer and my semen was about to ejaculate, so I quickly pushed Sister Zhao and signaled her to continue.

But Sister Zhao just laughed. I quickly asked her why she was laughing?

"I remember that as soon as Jia entered me, I immediately felt him shooting a lot of warm stuff inside me, and our first time was over in less than a few seconds."

When I heard that Jia left semen inside Sister Zhao's body, I felt that having sex had become a way to vent my anger. With this mentality, I began to ravage Sister Zhao, who was pressed down on me, more brutally, as if I wanted to take back her virginity.

During the continuous passionate penetration, the feeling of ejaculation has been transmitted to the glans. I let thousands of sperms rush into Sister Zhao's vagina, spraying them as if I wanted to stay inside forever. After ejaculation, my penis did not soften immediately, but continued to remain hard in Sister Zhao's warm vagina.

Sister Zhao felt that I did not move, so she began to shake her hips, and her vagina began to suck my hard rod. Her legs shook up and down involuntarily, and her lips emitted bursts of rapid, stimulating moans. She pumped her lower body in orgasm.

I stood up and saw that from the gap between Sister Zhao's vagina and my hard rod, thick, shiny milky white mucus was continuously flowing out, flowing along the perineum to the sides of the buttocks, and finally forming a wet stain on the bed sheet. When I moved down from Sister Zhao's body, Sister Zhao was still immersed in the pleasure brought by sex.

"Did he play with you again?" I asked.

"Alas," Sister Zhao sighed and said, "I didn't feel the real feeling of making love because of the pain and tension. Just when I wanted to push him out, he came in. It was too fast and I couldn't react at all. After he finished, he lay on me and didn't move. I was worried about getting pregnant, so I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom. I didn't know what to do at the time, so I squatted down and tried to squeeze the stuff out. As a result, I saw a few drops of blood dripping into the pit. I was so scared that I cried in the toilet."

Having said that, Sister Zhao leaned her head against my arms, and her hands casually played with my soft cock, which was covered with all kinds of love fluids. Her eyes looked at me infatuatedly as if she was treating a patient.

Seeing her twirling my penis with curiosity, I wondered if she was comparing it with Jia's, so I asked, "Is Jia's bigger than mine?"

"I don't know. I haven't looked closely at this part of a man." Sister Zhao pinched my penis and said, "It seems to be the same."

Sister Zhao looked up and saw my face full of disbelief. She got a little anxious and immediately explained, "Really, I was too shy to look closely at Jia's private parts. I just stole a glance and I only remember seeing something crooked in the black hair under his belly. It was scary. It was the first time I saw a man's private parts and I felt very embarrassed and a little nauseous. Plus, it was as painful as a knife when it entered me, so I became even more afraid from then on."

At this time, under the play of Sister Zhao's small hands, the penis became hard as steel again, swollen and uncomfortable! She consciously moved her hips to where I was hardest, rubbing my hard rod.

"Did you do it again later?" I asked, still with concern.

Sister Zhao shook her head and replied, "I cried for a long time in the bathroom, and Jia didn't come in to comfort me. I felt very sad. If I wasn't so far away from home, I really wanted to go home immediately and never see him again. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Jia still lying naked on the bed watching TV, and he didn't even ask if I was okay, so I quickly put on my clothes and lay on the other bed, and I spent the whole night in tears without moving."

The memories once again brought back Sister Zhao’s sadness. I held her tightly in my arms lovingly, and in order to make her happy, I thought this was the perfect time to give her the perfect blow. I held the hard rod that was pressing against Sister Zhao's perineum between her vaginal opening and anus, and slowly inserted it into her vagina along the source of the mucus.

"Hmm...oh..." Sister Zhao moaned in ecstasy after feeling the hot hard object enter her body. She said mischievously, "You are so weird. You are so excited just by listening to me and Jia having sex."

I thrust my penis in and out, feeling the tight vagina with almost no gap, and said to Sister Zhao gently: "Maybe, I should be your first time. I will take good care of you and care about you, and never let you feel sad. I hope I am your only man. Call me selfish, but I just want to have you all to myself!"

Hearing this, Sister Zhao was so moved that she buried her head in my chest and said softly: "I also want to give my first time to you, so that I won't get pregnant and I won't marry him."

I could hear Sister Zhao stuttering a little due to excitement, but I didn't interrupt her. Instead, I used my excited hard object to push hard into her vagina several times to give her comfort that went beyond words. The excitement from the stimulation made Sister Zhao actively move her lower body to respond to my attack.

Amid the sound of "puff...puff..." of the genitals hitting each other, Sister Zhao continued to speak with enjoyment: "After we got married, Jia also wanted to have sex, and I tried to experience it again, but on the one hand I was worried about affecting the baby in my belly, and on the other hand I still had a grudge about the first time, so we always ended it hastily. After we tried twice, Jia gave up, and my belly was getting bigger and bigger, so Jia never touched me again. After giving birth to the child, we only had superficial intimacy, but I became more and more afraid, until I was raped by you. All in all, Jia didn't take advantage of me as many times as you did."

Having said this, Sister Zhao pounded me hard a few times, with a look of happiness on her face.

In fact, I had already felt from Sister Zhao's virgin-like vagina that she and Jia had very little sex, and the mystery that had always puzzled me suddenly became clear. I suddenly felt extremely relieved and filled with happiness as if I had won the jackpot.

After a while, the familiar rapid panting sound of climax came from Sister Zhao's throat as I thrust left and right, up and down, three times in and two times out. I also relaxed the pressure on the glans, and after a few twitches in the entire vas deferens, it began to irrigate again.

After a long time, Sister Zhao pulled my cock out of her body. Just like opening a bottle cork, I smelled the sweet and sour love juice all around us. After my penis exited the vagina, the white semen flowed out from the bottom of the vulva. We were both covered in sweat, and I couldn't tell whether it was mine or Sister Zhao's.

On the bedside table, Sister Zhao's cell phone rang. I reached out to take it for her, and saw that the caller ID showed it was Jia, so I handed it to Sister Zhao. She didn't know whether to answer the call or not. Finally, because she was afraid that I would be embarrassed, she turned sideways and answered the phone.

I couldn't hear what was said, but I knew the general meaning was that Jia had returned and the family was waiting for Sister Zhao to come back and cook. I wanted to keep her, but I didn't say anything because I knew it was wrong. I closed my eyes and lay in bed silently.

From the sound, Sister Zhao quickly put on her bra, adjusted it a few times, and seemed to be starting to put on her underwear. Her movements were so hurried, she really was about to leave.

I still couldn't help asking her: "Will you still be with me in the future?"

Sister Zhao slowed down the movement of pulling her panties, and when she heard me ask, she stopped: "Do you really want to know?"

I said meaningfully, "Yes."

Sister Zhao finally pulled up her panties and whispered, "I will."

In the following days, I knew that I was trapped in a maze. I began to discover that my desire for Sister Zhao was not just a physical desire, but behind the sex, there was a quiet longing. When happy things happen, I wish she was by my side to share them with me. At night, I always worried whether she was crying or sad. I even felt she was jealous because she slept with Jia.

But what can I do? Although I remind myself that I am also a married man and I also have sex with my wife, I still feel jealous.

These thoughts and feelings scare me and I don’t know how the future will turn out.

I send her text messages every day, but she never replies. I don’t know what she means. Does she not want to see me again? I was confused and began to wonder if she and Jia were getting hot and hot again? Did I teach her the pleasure of carnal desire, and are she and Jia enjoying it?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious and angry I became, and a sour feeling of jealousy kept surging in my heart. I turned my inner feelings into a scolding and sent it to her in a text message.

One minute passed, then two minutes passed, and I just held the phone, waiting for her reply.

Ten minutes passed again. In order to prevent my wife from noticing that something was wrong with me, I pretended to go to the bathroom and hid in the bathroom, and then pretended to go downstairs to buy cigarettes. No matter where I go, I just keep holding the phone, waiting for the familiar yet unfamiliar text message alert.

I don’t know how long it had been, but when I was half asleep and half awake, I felt the rapid vibration of the text message in my hand. It was her. I woke up involuntarily, excited about the wait. Sure enough, the sender of the text message showed her name. I excitedly hid in the bathroom again and solemnly opened and browsed: "What should I do?"

"I don't know either. I miss you very much." I didn't know what to answer. The previous anger disappeared with the text message I received.

"You and I both have families, we're not realistic." She replied to my text message so quickly.

"I'm sorry I put pressure on you, but I really miss you and I need you!"

After sending the message this time, there was another period of waiting. I felt my legs were numb as I squatted in the bathroom.

Finally she replied to me: "I am about to collapse, I miss you too!"

What wonderful words they were! I felt the happiness of being in love, and I jumped for joy in the bathroom like a little child. At three o'clock in the morning, I was happy.

In the next few days, we kept expressing our thoughts to each other through text messages.

(4)

A few days later at noon, I went out to do some work after lunch at the company and drove to the vicinity of Sister Zhao's company. Thinking that she was living in a house less than a hundred meters away from me and thinking about her sexy body, I felt the desire in my lower body burst out again, so I simply turned the steering wheel and stopped at a nearby hotel.

After checking in, I immediately sent a text message to tell Sister Zhao that I was in Room 203 of the hotel next to her company. At the end, I added, "See you there." After sending the text message, I lay down on the bed. The hotel was very simple, but I didn’t care about it at the moment. I was waiting for her reply.

Thinking about hugging her, I was so happy that I laughed in the room. Then I thought, would she come if she didn’t reply to my text message? Is it possible that it was not received? Thinking of this, I felt depressed again.

Just as I was about to post again, someone knocked on the door. I flew to the door, took a deep breath, and quickly opened it. Sister Zhao was dressed in professional women's attire, standing gracefully outside the door. The white turtleneck shirt and black striped midi skirt are quite decent, but to me, they are an inexplicable sexual temptation! The temptation of uniform!

The moment our eyes met, we discovered infinite excitement in each other's eyes. I don't know why I stuttered and said, "Come in, come in."

Sister Zhao walked into the room with her head down, looking embarrassed, like a grown-up girl on a blind date.

I closed the door and when I turned around, she was standing behind me looking very restrained. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I pulled her into my arms, hugged her tightly, and didn't want to let her go.

After a while, she whispered to me, "I can't be out for too long."

These words were like a volcanic eruption. I was so horny that I pushed Sister Zhao against the wall, pressed my already erect lower body against her vulva, and hugged Sister Zhao with both hands and kissed her neck, face and chest.

Sister Zhao was so fascinated by my sudden attack that her hand was looking for my belt buckle. After clumsily unbuttoning it, she pulled down my zipper, then reached into my shorts, grabbed my naughty penis, and started stroking it lovingly.

I had lost my mind and didn't bother to take off her shirt. After pulling her skirt to her waist, I lifted Sister Zhao's hands with one hand and pinned them to the wall. With the other hand, I pulled aside her panties which were wet with vaginal secretions and penetrated my red glans into the sparse grass. A steady stream of secretions immediately flowed over my entire glans. Because we were standing, I found that it was impossible to enter that mysterious little slit.

I gasped with excitement and begged Sister Zhao: "I love you, give it to me now!"

After receiving the signal, Sister Zhao lazily opened her eyes, spread her legs, and raised her toes high so that her buttocks could be raised towards me. She quickly opened her eyes and closed them again, as if she was enjoying the feast again, and twisted her body in ecstasy.

The glans was rubbed back and forth by the grass, causing it to swell and feel a little uncomfortable. I tried to half squat down, so that the entire penis was at an angle facing the vagina filled with crystal liquid. I held the base of my penis with one hand and pushed it forward. The glans seemed to open the door to happy sex, stretching open the two already swollen labia.

Sister Zhao moaned and said “hmm”. I thrust my waist forward and my penis went deeper. My mouth was not idle at this time. I sucked Sister Zhao's neck greedily like a vampire.

In this situation, Sister Zhao completely lost her self-control and let me do whatever I wanted.

I quickly and forcefully thrust my penis between Sister Zhao's legs. As the entire penis was completely inserted into the vagina, the stimulation made Sister Zhao scream "Ah" again, and she tried to break free from me with her hands that were being held high by me.

How can I let go? After sending out the penis, his hand reached into her shirt through the collar, as if to make up for the four days of waiting, and he grabbed and kneaded her breasts that were swaying with excitement.

I tried hard to insert it while retracting the glans and pushing it upwards, the speed getting faster and faster. Under the effect of Sister Zhao's large amount of secretions, the "pichi...pichi" sound of the genitals colliding echoed throughout the room. I felt that her vaginal secretions had completely wet my pubic hair and flowed down my thighs to my knees.

At this time, Sister Zhao began to shout incoherently. I knew this meant an orgasm was coming, so I thrust in and out of her vagina faster and harder.

Our lips kissed each other passionately, separating and joining again and again. This time, I couldn't wait for her to reach orgasm. After my legs trembled for a while, when the semen rushed over the glans, I couldn't help but scream. I pressed my lower abdomen tightly against Sister Zhao's belly, and my penis was completely inserted into the vagina, pressing against the uterus and twitching as it spit out thick semen. At this time, Sister Zhao was also shaking her body with continuous and rapid screams of "Ah..."

We both laughed as I looked at her, our hair and faces soaked with sweat. I reluctantly pulled out my slightly limp penis, and white semen dripped onto the ground.

Sister Zhao looked down, snuggled in my arms, and murmured, "You are so bad! You ejaculated so much!"

I took out toilet paper from my trouser bag, reached down, wiped Sister Zhao's lower body clean, helped her adjust her underwear, and then pulled down her skirt. Sister Zhao left my body and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror and tidy up her clothes.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, tidied my tired little brother, straightened my clothes, stood up and waited for Sister Zhao. After a while, Sister Zhao came out, neatly dressed. I held her waist and gave her a deep kiss again.

She also said reluctantly: "I'm in a hurry, I'll go first, and we'll go out separately." After that, she turned and walked out.

I was the only one left in the room again. I leaned against the wall she had leaned against just now. The scent of her perfume was still lingering on it. The messy toilet paper on the floor was covered with the love juice of our union. That familiar smell faintly aroused my impulse.

I felt that this was not a good idea, so I quickly packed up the paper and left the room. This was my first time having an affair in a hostel, and I felt guilty, as if the people in the hostel knew what we were doing. I was too embarrassed to check out, so I quickly got in the car and left the hostel.

I sat at the table lost and irrational, waiting for something to distract me. But this day was unusually calm. There was no work to disturb me. Every second when my brain was free, Sister Zhao quickly filled my thinking space, just like my penis fit perfectly in her vagina.

Looking at the watch, she hasn't gotten off work yet. I picked up the phone on the table and put it down again. Should I call her? Will it affect her? What should I say? I don't know either.

Time passed, the bell for the end of get off work rang, and the phone on the desk rang.

I picked up the phone and heard a familiar female voice: "Are you off work?"

It’s Sister Zhao, it’s her. I suppressed my excitement and replied calmly, "Just in time. So, what about you?"

"Me too." Her voice sounded a little shy.

"How about we do it together..." I didn't know what we were going to do together, and I didn't have time to take the words back when they came to my lips.

"Okay!" She answered excitedly, but perhaps she realized that she was a little out of control, so she stopped talking.

"Then six o'clock. As for the location..." I couldn't think of a place for the meeting.

"Let's go to Temple Western Restaurant!" She immediately booked a place as if she had planned it long ago.

Just like that, I don’t know whether she asked me out or I asked her out.

After hanging up the phone, I told my family that I was working overtime, packed up, and drove to the meeting place. When I looked at the clock, it was only five forty, but she was already at the door. I ran over and couldn't help but hold her hand, and we walked into the restaurant together like a real couple.

Under the candlelight, I found that Sister Zhao was a little different from during the day. Although she was still wearing the same professional attire she wore at noon, the expression on her face was so bright and leisurely, as if there were only her and me in the world.

We talked about our childhood memories, interesting stories from our school days, and funny people in our circle of friends. As we talked, I saw her eyes, and when we looked at each other, I could see happiness. As for how we finished the meal, we didn't remember either. We only remembered that we were secretly looking at each other in laughter.

We were still holding hands when we came out of the restaurant. She took a deep breath and suddenly turned to me and said, "I don't want to go home yet!"

Hearing this, I grabbed her hand and said to her, "Let's go to the beach!"

"Wherever you go, I'll go! I'll stick with you!" she said with a little mischief.

"Then I want you to make the decision too!" I replied.

At this time, a double-decker bus passed by us.

"Let's take a bus!" she suddenly shouted on a whim!

"But, but I don't have any change!" I haven't ridden that thing in years.

"Don't worry about it, just follow me and do as I say!" She said that and pulled me towards the bus stop.

While waiting for the bus, she looked at the sky like a little girl. I looked at her and thought to myself, how nice it would be if I could love her forever and just hold her hand like this?

When the bus came, she got on first and said to the driver, "The one at the back will pay." Then she walked to the back. I had no choice but to follow her and say, "The back!" and hurriedly followed her to the rear of the car.

We originally thought it would be embarrassing if we were caught by the driver for evading the fare, but the driver ignored us and we sat in the last row. Her nervous heart gradually calmed down as the bus started. She leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.

I looked out of the window. It was already dark. The shaking of the car made me feel the warmth of her body leaning against me. At this moment, I had no distracting thoughts or impulses in my mind. The only thing I had was the happy feeling like a family. I began to hope that the destination would be farther away.

(5)

I don’t know how long we were on the bus. To me, it seemed so short. I woke Sister Zhao up. She stretched reluctantly before getting out of the car with me.

After buying the tickets and entering the beach, we found a secluded place, put my coat on top, and sat on the beach. There are no lights here, only the melancholy blue emitted by the moon dotted the entire beach. At this time, I felt that she was a little cold, so I was about to pick up my coat and put it on her, but she shook her head and refused. I had no choice but to hold her tightly in my arms, hoping to bring her a little warmth with my body temperature.

She was in my arms and asked me slowly, "Have you ever thought that we would be together?"

"I haven't thought about it. I feel like I'm dreaming now." This is what I really think.

"No matter what I thought before, now I really want to be with you forever." She said gently.

This is the gap between reality and dreams that both she and I understand. I can't answer her anything because I don't know how to answer her. I don't want to make her a promise whose ending I don't know. I can only use kisses to comfort her and myself. My mouth felt a faint salty taste on her lips. It turned out that her tears had flowed to the corners of her mouth.

I explored her whole body, every ups and downs that I was fascinated by. She did not resist and let me touch every inch of her gently. When I touched her breasts through the shirt, I couldn't help but unbutton the two rows of buttons close to the collar. I clasped my hands tightly on her breasts, and her body began to twist. The other hand was no ordinary one either. It touched Sister Zhao's thigh, inserted into her panties, rubbed her pubic hair, and its fingers found the source of the spring water and slowly inserted into it.

"No, someone will see us." Sister Zhao suddenly clamped her legs together and advised me to stop.

"Don't worry, there's no one around here."

But no matter how I comforted her, I still felt that she was nervous and her legs were not relaxed.

"I've never done this outdoors before." Sister Zhao explained apologetically.

I kept comforting her and made her feel safe. This was not shame, but love. Gradually, as Sister Zhao's legs loosened, I knew that she had finally given up all her shyness. Under my caress, she shyly told me that she was feeling very uncomfortable and itchy down there. Sister Zhao was so stimulated by this outdoor experience that her love juices flowed all over her panties and skirt, and there was sticky fluid flowing down.

I inserted a finger into her vaginal slit and rubbed the wrinkled wall ring inside back and forth. I tried to insert another finger and found that Sister Zhao's pussy was exactly the size of two fingers, no more, no less. At this time, Sister Zhao stuck closer to me and indulged me in my greed for her.

I simply held her on my lap and we sat facing each other. In the moonlight, I saw her smiling happily and shyly, her vagina was pressed against my hard cock. Sister Zhao consciously moved her hips to rub my hard rod. So I took her hand and taught her how to unzip my pants. Sister Zhao was also very considerate. She pulled out the penis that was pressing against her from below and began to stroke it up and down with her hand.

She suddenly stopped and asked me: "Is this your glans? It's so big, how did it get into my body? It's so scary!"

"Then every time you feel pain, it goes in!" I teased her deliberately.

"Hate it, you embarrass me!" She smiled shyly.

Looking at her charming smile, I prepared to insert my penis upwards into her slit.

But Sister Zhao said in embarrassment: "No, not today. After doing it at noon, my stomach hurts a little."

This made me so anxious that I had to beg her, "I'm so sad, please let me do it again!"

"I am the one, and that is coming." Sister Zhao said with some difficulty.

It turned out that she was about to have her period, so I really couldn't do it.

Sister Zhao saw my disappointed face and hugged my face with a look of heartache and said, "I'll help you get it out, okay?"

I had no choice but to nod. She started to masturbate me with her hand, but I still didn't feel good enough. Maybe my expectations were too high just now, so I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Sister Zhao noticed that my expression was not right and asked me anxiously: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Then what should I do?"

I suddenly had an idea, but I felt it was inappropriate, so I didn't say it out loud.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, Sister Zhao became even more anxious and said to me, "Just tell me, it's my fault for making you feel bad. I'll do whatever you say!"

Seeing how earnest she was, I could only murmur, "Can you help me with your mouth?"

"With your mouth?" Sister Zhao looked at me with confusion.

I thought I had made her angry, so I quickly explained, "Haha, I was just kidding, don't mind it."

"Can I do it? I can't do it!" Unexpectedly, Sister Zhao was not angry, but looked at me innocently.

"I haven't tried it either, let's give it a try."

I felt excited about this accident, and my penis, which was about to soften, stood up again. Sister Zhao leaned over, put her face close to my glans, and looked at it carefully.

I asked her curiously, "What's wrong? Is there anything on it?"

"No, nothing, I just wanted to see if there was anything dirty." Sister Zhao answered straightforwardly.

"I wash it every day." I said with a smile.

"I'm just embarrassed." Sister Zhao said coquettishly.

After watching for a while, Sister Zhao closed her eyes, gathered her facial features together, and opened her mouth slightly with a strange expression, ready to take my glans into her mouth.

Seeing her unbearable expression, I felt that I was being too much, so I quickly advised her: "Forget it, it must feel terrible."

Sister Zhao seemed not to hear me and immediately put my glans into her mouth. In an instant, my glans felt the wet warmth from the mouth, and my whole body felt like it was electrified.

To keep the feeling from disappearing, I gasped and ordered her, "Wrap your mouth around it!"

"Yeah." Sister Zhao held my glans in her mouth, unable to speak. She just responded in a low voice and then bit it with her mouth in an unnatural way.

"Ah!" I was bitten so hard that it hurt so much that I almost cried.

Sister Zhao was frightened and quickly looked up and asked me what was wrong.

I quickly said, "Don't use your teeth! It hurts!"

"Then, what should I use? I really don't know how! I'm sorry!" Sister Zhao was a little at a loss.

"Use your tongue. I don't know either." I decided to make a final attempt.

Sister Zhao took my cock into her mouth again. This time, it was obviously different from the last time. Her tongue tightly wrapped around the penis, and I began to feel some indescribable stimulation, which was a completely different pleasure from entering the vagina. I also cooperated by reaching out my hands to Sister Zhao's breasts and gently rubbing them.

This rub was not a big deal, but it aroused Sister Zhao's desire. She began to actively press the base of my penis with her hand, and gently stroked my testicles with one hand, caring for them like her own sexual organs, while her mouth began to wrap her tongue around and suck on my glans.

I lost my patience due to this sudden change, and before I knew it, I felt a hot stream flowing along the vas deferens, rushing out of the glans, and constantly spraying out as my body twitched.

"Hmm!" Sister Zhao screamed. It seemed that she was not prepared at all, but my semen was already in her mouth. After this shout, I heard her make a "hmm" sound, as if she swallowed the semen I ejaculated into her mouth, and the semen I had not ejaculated was ejaculated on her shirt and skirt without any cover.

After spitting a few times at the side, Sister Zhao hit my hard rod a few times angrily. Maybe she found it funny and started laughing again.

Good times always pass so quickly. We continued to snuggle for a while and when we looked at the watch, it was almost nine o'clock. We reluctantly got up, tidied our clothes, left the beach affectionately, took a taxi, and returned to the restaurant where we had eaten.

I said I would take her home, but she insisted on taking a taxi back. Helplessly, I drove home alone with endless memories and reluctance.

I drove slowly because I had not yet recovered from the joy of the day.

About half an hour later, my phone rang. I saw it was Jia calling. My heart was in my throat again, but I was also afraid that something might have happened to Sister Zhao, so I quickly pulled the car to the side of the road and answered the phone.

On the phone, Jia was very anxious and asked me to go to his house to pick him up. I hurriedly asked what happened.

Jia spoke quietly, but it was clear: "I was about to go out, but my wife is back now. She asked me where I was going, and I said I had to catch a plane for a business trip."

"Then why do you want me to go?" I felt a little happy inside, but still pretended to be confused.

"She said she would drive me, and I said you were the one to pick me up, so hurry up!" Jia was a little anxious.

I was so excited at the thought of meeting Sister Zhao again that I quickly told her that I would be there soon. After hanging up the phone, I told my family that I had an urgent matter and had to rush to another city and would not be going home tonight.

After everything was arranged, I sped towards Sister Zhao's home, shouting in my heart: "Sister Zhao! Here I come!"

In less than twenty minutes, I rushed from the north to the east of the city, and as soon as I got off the car, I rushed upstairs in a few steps.

It was Jia who opened the door. Before he could say anything, I went into the room and urged Jia: "Have you packed your luggage? Let's go!"

Jia pulled me to the balcony, and I realized that he was breathing heavily with a red face, and his body was a little unsteady. He said to me, "Damn it, I made an appointment with that woman, and she just sent a text message saying that she can't go!"

When I heard this, I was even more disappointed than him. My dream of having a good sleep with Sister Zhao in my arms tonight was completely shattered. But I still pretended to comfort him and said, "Forget it, you don't have to be so anxious!"

"No, the woman I was dating was too strong, so I took some aphrodisiac. Now I can't go because the drug is taking effect." Jia said as she paced back and forth on the balcony uncontrollably.

"Then what will you do?" I was more concerned about whether he would go to Sister Zhao to vent his anger.

"Luckily my wife is back, haha." He said with a lewd smile on his face.

But these words pierced my heart like a sword, so I had no choice but to say to him, "I'll go tell your wife and then I'll go back first."

Jia also said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to bother you. Please help me to cover up the lie."

I came to the living room and heard some noises in the kitchen. I went in and saw Sister Zhao cleaning up the dishes that Jia hadn't washed after eating. Knowing that I came in, Sister Zhao didn't even look at me, and still kept her head down in frustration.

"I don't want him to touch you..."

Before I finished speaking, Sister Zhao asked, "Do you understand?"

Sister Zhao raised her head and looked at me with her red eyes, then said, "I'm not sad about him cheating on me to be with someone else, but I don't want any man other than you to touch me again."

This sentence deeply shook my heart. I felt the painful reason why she was crying and felt that she was so wronged.

I stretched my head and saw Jia still wandering on the balcony at the other end of the house. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly bowed and asked me to say something good about him.

"I……"

I wanted to say something, but Sister Zhao spoke again: "But what can I do? Not only is he the owner of this house tonight, I am also his. He legally owns all the rights to use it, including me! Do you understand?"

I was stunned and looked at her in despair at that moment, and I also felt her inner despair. This feeling is more unacceptable than dying a thousand or ten thousand times. I finally understand why some people say that death is actually simpler than living! I suddenly found myself unable to do anything, not even the ability to protect the woman I loved.

I slowly left the kitchen and she followed me out. At this time Jia had already walked over, hugged Sister Zhao, made a success gesture to me, and went into the bedroom. I noticed that Jia was already in a state of confusion and the effect of the drug had made him treat me as if I didn't exist.

The bedroom door was not closed, and Sister Zhao's voice of rejection could be vaguely heard from inside. I finally couldn't bear to listen any longer. I quickly walked to the door, opened it, but couldn't take a step forward.

At this time, I heard Sister Zhao begging: "I'm about to have my period, please, don't do it."

Immediately afterwards, I heard a "pop" sound, as if Jia slapped Sister Zhao in the face.

Sure enough, Jia yelled, "Damn it! Bitch, I can play whenever I want."

Sister Zhao was crying, and the whole room, and I think the whole building, could hear it.

I still can’t tell what made me decide to go back to my room. At that time, I slammed the door shut so that they would think I had left, then tiptoed to their bedroom door and watched their every move inside through the half-open door. Although I know what kind of pain what I saw will bring me, I don’t want Sister Zhao to bear it alone.

At this time, Jia had already stripped herself naked. The effect of the drug was indeed very strong. Jia's lower body had turned red and purple and was standing upright. He yelled at Sister Zhao who was lying on the bed: "Look at me!"

But Sister Zhao turned her head to the side and continued crying.

Jia couldn't wait and began to forcibly take off Sister Zhao's clothes. This action made Sister Zhao stop crying. She opened her eyes and looked aside with a dull look, not moving a muscle, allowing Youjia to struggle to put her clothes on. I saw despair and helpless acquiescence, just like a dying person who has no attachment to the world, and apart from my clenched fists, I also felt a more helpless and cowardly feeling.

With a "hiss", Sister Zhao's shirt was torn open by Jia, and the buttons fell all over the floor. Jia seemed even more excited. He no longer tried to take off the rest of Sister Zhao's clothes, but instead roughly tore off her bra, skirt and underwear. Every "hiss, hiss" sound made Jia laugh wildly and triumphantly, but it made my heart ache as if it was being cut by a knife. I have never seen Jia so crazy, and I have never felt so heartbroken.

I comforted myself by saying silently in my heart: "It will be over soon. It will be fine in a while. I need to stay calm, calm, calm..."

Sister Zhao was lying naked in front of Jia, her face still expressionless.

Jia reached out to her vagina, only to hear a curse: "Damn it! There's not even any water!" Before she finished speaking, he inserted his entire penis into her vagina with force.

Sister Zhao didn't seem to be in any pain and didn't even blink. Is her heart broken? my sweetheart. My tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

Jia entered Sister Zhao's body, put her hands on the bed, supported her body and kept hitting the intersection of Sister Zhao's thighs. Their bodies swayed with Jia's advancement. Sister Zhao couldn't help but tighten her legs, probably because of the pain. This angered Jia, who was enjoying the waves of pleasure coming from below. He cursed at her and kicked Sister Zhao's legs apart, thrusting his body even more violently.

At this time, Sister Zhao noticed me and two lines of tears flowed out again. She shook her head slightly and looked at me with pleading eyes, as if asking me to leave quickly.

Honestly, I couldn't watch any more. I have read articles before about how people get excited when they see their loved ones having sex with other people. But that makes me feel that they only have sex with that woman but no love for her. Love is selfish. I cannot stand this kind of situation.