Speaking of this matter, even now it's still hazy and unclear. I can't figure out how it became like this. Originally, I was a very rational person, quite rational. Now, alas, everything has changed.
My friend's wife is named Lanlan. She's a woman you'd find beautiful at first glance, and her figure is beyond reproach. We witnessed their relationship from when they met until they married, and I even helped out a lot! I'm someone who values friendship deeply, so whenever there's something to be done, everyone likes to call on me. This friend of mine is a driver, chauffeuring for his boss, so he's often not at home. Moreover, he's quite a playboy, frequently fooling around with girls outside. His wife knows about it; they've argued many times, but it's no use. My friend simply stopped going home and stayed at the company.
And I repeated living a stable life every day, and I was quite satisfied with this lifestyle. But later, my family often criticized me, which started to annoy me. I played outside every day but still remained honest. However, being criticized too much made me think, why not just go out and have some real fun? Don't get blamed by the family without even doing anything wrong. It was under such circumstances that something I never expected happened.
That day, I went to Wu Guang to buy things. Just as I pointed at a piece of clothing and was about to ask the price, a voice said, 'Oh, it's you! Buying clothes?' Oh, Lan Lan was here working for someone else, selling clothes. Since we hadn't been in touch for a long time, I smiled and greeted her, and we asked about each other's family situations.
When mentioning friends, she showed a very dissatisfied expression. Also, her friend rarely returned home, and the friend's parents were notoriously strict. I guessed she wasn't having an easy time either, so I smiled and said: 'Isn't that just life?' This time, two acquaintances running into each other were both excited, after all, it had been a long time, and she happened to be annoyed at having no familiar person to vent her frustrations to, so I chatted with her for quite a while.
At this moment, someone comes to buy clothes, so I say I'm leaving. She suddenly says, 'When will you treat me to a meal?' This strikes me as odd. Although we often ate and drank together before, the two of us have never done so alone, because my friends all know my style. Perhaps I was also very annoyed by my family at the time, so I immediately said, 'Sure, let's get in touch then.' Afterward, I didn't take it to heart.
Two days later, I had another argument with my family. In a fit of anger, I went out to clear my head, but wandered around not knowing where to go. After all, friends have their own things to do, and others might not be in the mood to listen to my troubles! Then, I suddenly thought of Lanlan and tried to find her. She was sitting there发呆,看来生意不是很好.
Seeing me, she immediately smiled and said, 'Are you bored? You're wandering the streets too?' I said, 'Not at all, I came specifically to invite you for a late-night snack.' She smiled and said, 'Willing to treat?' I was momentarily at a loss for words. She might have been afraid I'd leave, especially since she was quite annoyed then, so she quickly added, 'Let's chat here; I get off work at nine.' We then chatted about all sorts of things.
After getting off work, the two of us went to Jiqing Street and casually found a late-night snack stall, ordered two dishes, and started chatting. Who knew we’d end up talking about family matters again, and the more we talked the more annoyed I got, so I said: “Want to drink? Whenever I’m annoyed, I want to drink.” She said: “Up to you.” Before, whenever we were together, we were all pretty good drinkers, so we ordered a bottle of Zhijiang Daqu. I asked whether she wanted to drink some, and maybe because she was bothered too, she drank a little. Later, the more we talked, the more we felt life is short, so while chatting and drinking, before we knew it, we finished the whole bottle between us, and both of us were a little drunk.
I said, 'It's past one, let's settle the bill and head back.' I was worried her mother-in-law would scold her if it was too late, so she agreed. Since she lived far away and the road was very dark, she asked me to walk her home. On the way, we didn't say another word. Maybe because we were feeling irritable, the alcohol felt particularly intoxicating that night, and my head was dizzy. I could see she had the same expression.
As we neared the entrance, wanting to avoid suspicion, I turned to leave. Unexpectedly, Lanlan suddenly said, 'I'm very dizzy. Let's just sit here at the corner for a bit, otherwise if I go back looking like this, I'll get scolded.' I couldn't refuse, so I agreed. The corner was originally a staircase modified from someone's house. We sat there in a daze. Because the space was narrow, we sat very close. I smelled a very subtle orchid-like scent; it wasn't perfume but completely a kind of body fragrance. Smelling the fragrance, combined with the effects of alcohol, the feeling grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly, I felt a bit unable to control myself. My breathing suddenly accelerated. I tried to control it, but the more I tried, the worse it became. I was starting to pant a little.
She glanced at me, just as I was looking at her, and quickly lowered her head. I think she was also feeling the effects of alcohol at the time; the way she looked down was incredibly beautiful, I can hardly describe it. Then, I realized I was overwhelmingly impulsive; without thinking anything, I suddenly held her shoulders and kissed her face. I don't know where my reason went. She might have been startled by my action, her whole body trembling, but perhaps she also had some expectation, as she didn't resist or react much, just let me kiss her.
I could no longer control myself, continuously kissing her face and ears, and my hands kept wandering. I heard her breathing becoming faster, and she was panting too. When I tried to undo her blouse buttons, she suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, 'No, what if someone comes?' I was desperate at the time, saying I didn't care about anything, but she refused firmly, afraid of waking the neighbors. I could only plead in a very low voice for her to agree. In truth, she, who hadn't been caressed for a long time, also wanted it. She said, 'Not here, unless there's a place.' I asked, 'Where should we go?' To my surprise, she actually suggested her room. I was shocked because her in-laws lived next door. She said they must be asleep by now, and if we entered quietly, they wouldn't know. What if someone passed by here?
Sigh~~~ women are bolder than men when they want it; they don’t care about anything. At that time I wanted it so badly, I gathered my courage and quietly followed her into her room. She even deliberately coughed once, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and pretended to return home as usual. I hid by the door of her room and waited for her. It was really nerve-racking and exciting at the time, and I felt like I waited a very long time. She turned off the bathroom light and came into the room; only later did I learn she had actually taken a shower. Just as she closed the room door, I couldn’t wait any longer and hugged her waist from behind, kissing hard by her ear, while my hand naturally slipped under the hem of her top and grabbed her breast in one go. Wow! So round and perky! At once my little brother stood straight up, pressing against her rounded butt.
When I kissed her and her breathing grew heavy, I kissed downward, unbuttoned her top to find she was wearing a black bra—seemed like a relatively conservative woman. I forcefully pulled it open, and a pair of very white, very perky flesh balls bounced into view. I felt dizzy. I immediately switched to holding her breasts with both hands, my mouth forcefully sucking her nipples. She panted heavily, letting me play with her.
I couldn't stand it anymore, eagerly wanting to see her most private place. I hurriedly pulled off her pants and yanked down her black triangle panties. That furry valley suddenly appeared before my eyes. So beautiful. The most secretive place, the one least allowed for others to touch, was right in front of me, and at my mercy. I was so excited my whole body trembled slightly. I gently touched it with my hand; it was already soaked. I inserted my fingers and moved them back and forth a few times, making it even wetter.
I couldn't resist bringing my mouth close, kissing her desperately, my tongue probing fiercely. Her whole body trembled; perhaps it had been a long time since she had experienced this. I could feel her intense desire. She suddenly lowered her head and whispered softly: 'Carry me to bed, come quickly.' I eagerly carried her to the bed, quickly stripped off all my clothes, heavily pressed onto her body, spread her legs, and thrust my hard, erect big cock right in.
She let out a "hmph," then immediately realized they were at her home, so she tightly closed her mouth and wouldn't let me kiss her, afraid of making a sound. At the time I was so excited that I had no tricks at all; I only knew to keep fucking hard, nonstop. It was really thrilling. The harder and more forcefully I fucked, the more she lifted her ass to meet my big cock's frantic thrusts, her mouth tightly shut.
I looked at Lanlan in that state and got even more excited, so I thrust even harder. She quickly pulled over a pillow from the side and placed it under her butt. I knew she was afraid the heavy thrusting would bang against the bed and make noise, but this only made her pussy spread wider and allowed deeper penetration. My cock felt absolutely amazing.
We maintained this position for over half an hour straight. She climaxed twice in a row. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back anymore—with a frantic shudder, I shot a load and collapsed onto Lanlan. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and kept kissing my lips. I knew she was still craving more, especially since her husband hadn't fucked her in a long time, but after ejaculating, I sobered up. I whispered into her ear, 'I need to leave quickly. We can't get caught, or everything will be ruined.' Reluctantly, she clung to me a few more times before finally letting go.
I quickly slipped out. Walking on the street, a cool breeze blew by, and I suddenly sobered up. Thinking about the scene just now, I felt a bit of belated fear. What if someone had caught me on the spot? That would have been terrible... But the feeling of ecstasy just now was too good. I hummed the song 'Tearing Night' as I walked towards the late-night snack stall, thinking I'd have some more alcohol to calm my nerves.
At the late-night snack stall, I ordered another bottle of beer, drinking slowly by myself.
The night wind was a bit cold, but alcohol still kept the body warm. My mind was full of the scene just now: the way she bit her lip and didn’t dare make a sound, the pillow tucked under her waist, and how tightly her legs wrapped around me when I came inside. I knew clearly I shouldn’t, yet I couldn’t suppress that lingering aftertaste no matter what.
The next day I didn't contact her.
Not on the third day either.
At noon on the fourth day, the phone vibrated.
It's her number.
“Busy?”
I replied: 'No.'
"There's no one in the shop this afternoon. If you're free... you can come over and sit for a while."
I looked at that message and hesitated for a long time. In the end, I replied with an 'Okay.'
A little after 2:00 p.m., I arrived at her shop. A clothing store near Wuguang, business had always been sluggish, and at that hour there were even fewer people. When she saw me, there was a flash of panic in her eyes, but soon she returned to calm, only her face slightly reddened.
“Just looking around.” she said softly, as if speaking to any possible guest.
I nodded and walked around the shop twice. Honestly, I didn't take anything in. After a while, she walked up to me, her voice very low:
"There's a small warehouse in the back; the door can be locked."
I followed her inside. The warehouse wasn't big, stacked with cardboard boxes and clothes racks. She locked the door behind her, turned to look at me, her lips moved but she didn't speak.
I kissed her first.
This time was more urgent than that night. Her response was also more direct, her arms actively wrapping around my neck, her body pressing tightly against mine. I slipped my hand into her clothes, grasping that pair of already familiar breasts, and she immediately emitted a soft nasal sound.
“Gently... there are cameras outside.” She said breathlessly.
“Then keep your voice down.”
I turned her around, making her support herself on the cardboard box with her hands, and pulled down her pants from behind. Her black panties were already wet in a small patch. I didn't do much foreplay, thrusting in directly. She let out an 'ah' sound and immediately bit the back of her hand.
In the warehouse there was only the slight sound of bodies colliding, and her stifled breathing. I reached around to the front with one hand to fondle her breasts, while the other supported her waist, thrusting in again and again. Her inner walls were hot and tight, contracting continuously with each movement.
After going at it for about twenty minutes, she suddenly tensed up all over, the insides of her thighs trembling. I knew she had come, but I didn't stop; instead I sped up. She bit the back of her hand, her shoulders rising and falling violently, until I also completely released inside her.
Afterward, she leaned against the cardboard box, panting, and put her pants back on herself, but she didn’t dare look at me.
"Next time... change the place." she said softly. "It's too dangerous here."
From that day on, we started meeting regularly.
When she got off work early, she would message me to wait at a nearby hourly-rate hotel. The rooms were always randomly chosen, cheap and simple, but enough to accommodate two people urgently needing release. Each time she was more proactive than the last. Sometimes she would kiss me as soon as we entered, sometimes she would have me go down on her first, not allowing me to enter until she had climaxed once.
Once she came very late, and after entering, she immediately pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. She supported herself with her hands on my chest, moving up and down on her own, hair disheveled, breathing rapidly, but she kept looking into my eyes.
“Don’t finish inside... today is a fertile day.” she suddenly said.
I nodded, but at the last moment, I still couldn't fully withdraw. She felt it, just gently bit her lip, without blame.
Later, we learned to be more careful. During the safe period, I ejaculated inside; during the dangerous period, I ejaculated on her lower abdomen or in her mouth. She gradually became willing to give me oral sex, and her technique also went from awkward to skilled. Sometimes after orgasm she would lie limply on top of me, her fingers drawing circles on my back, her voice muffled:
“He hasn’t come home for three months already.”
"I know."
“Actually, I kind of hate him.”
"I know."
We rarely talked about the future, and we rarely discussed right or wrong. We just filled the hollows worn by life with our bodies whenever we needed each other.
A month later, a friend suddenly came home to stay for a few days.
She didn't contact me at all those few days. I knew she was avoiding suspicion, but I still found myself staring at my phone at night. The day after my friend left, a text came again:
“He’s still the same as always. Free tonight?”
I replied, 'Yes.'
That night, she arrived very early. After entering, we almost tore each other's clothes off. We did it twice, once on the bed, once in the shower. When she climaxed, she bit my shoulder so hard it left a mark.
Afterward, she leaned against my chest and suddenly said:
"Sometimes I feel like I'm pretty cheap."
I didn't speak, just tightened my arms.
"She clearly knew this was wrong, but still wanted to see you." She continued, "Once I saw you, I just wanted you to do me."
“Then stop thinking so much.”
She was silent for a long time, finally softly 'mm-hmm'ed.
And so the story continues.
No promises, no outcomes, only one scorching night after another, carefully tucked into the crevices of life. And we all know—
As long as he still doesn’t come home often, as long as I still need this outlet, this relationship will never truly end. It’s just that some warmth, once tasted, can never be returned to.
Time passed day by day. My meetings with Lanlan became a kind of tacit rhythm.
Her life over there remained unchanged. Friends occasionally came back to stay for a day or two, like brief passersby, leaving a few irrelevant words and taking away a smell of alcohol. She never mentioned those nights on her own initiative; only the day after he left, a text message would appear on my phone on time.
“Can it be tonight?”
Every time I see these four words, I clearly know what I should do.
The hourly room was changed to a more discreet location. Sometimes it was the small storage room behind her shop's warehouse, sometimes a sparsely occupied budget hotel on the outskirts. The room was always simple: a bed, a mirror, a door that could be locked from the inside. Enough for us to unleash everything suppressed during the day into the darkness.
Once she came particularly early. At four in the afternoon, the shop was quiet with few customers, so she closed early. When I arrived, she was already sitting on the edge of the bed, still wearing her work high heels, but her stockings were not taken off.
“Don’t rush today.” she said, her voice a little softer than usual, “I want…… to go slower.”
I walked over, crouched down, and helped her take off her high heels one by one. Her calves were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and the arch of her foot was particularly clear under the light. I didn't immediately move upward but instead held her ankle, my thumb slowly pressing against the sole of her foot. She trembled slightly but didn't pull away.
“Would you have treated her like this before...?” she suddenly asked.
“Who?”
“Your wife.”
I am silent for a few seconds before saying: 'Rarely. She doesn't like it.'
Lanlan said nothing more. She brought over her other foot as well and let me help her slowly roll down her stockings. The stockings slid from her thighs to her knees, then to her ankles, and when they finally left her skin entirely, her toes curled slightly. I lowered my head and kissed the back of her foot, and she drew in a sharp breath.
That day, we did it really slowly.
I started from her toes, working my way up. My tongue swept over the inside of her ankles, her calves, the soft flesh behind her knees. She lay on the bed, one arm covering her eyes, her breathing growing increasingly ragged. By the time I finally kissed her inner thighs, she was already very wet. I wasn't in a hurry to enter, instead carefully tending to her with my lips and tongue. Her fingers tangled in my hair, the pressure sometimes light, sometimes heavy, as if wanting to press me closer, yet also as if wanting to push me away.
When the climax hit, her whole body arched, her thighs clamping around my head as she let out a long, hoarse moan. I didn't stop, continuing to lick gently until she tremblingly pushed me away.
“Enough... come in.”
I propped myself above her and slowly entered. This time she didn't bite her lip but looked directly into my eyes. Inside was hot and tight, and with each deep thrust, I could feel her actively meeting me. We held this position for a long time, neither speeding up. The room held only the subtle wet sounds of our bodies joining and increasingly heavy breathing.
When I came, I asked her: 'Is it okay?'
She nodded, her legs wrapping tighter.
Afterward she lay on her side, her back to me. I held her from behind, my palm covering her lower abdomen. Only after a long while did she speak:
"Sometimes I feel like I’m doing something really stupid."
“Regret?”
“No.” She paused. “It’s just... I know clearly that this won’t have a result. But I still can’t stop.”
I didn't respond. Some words change their meaning once spoken. There were never any promises between us, nor any future. There was only the warmth of the moment and the outlet we both needed.
After another half a month, a friend suddenly called me.
“Bro, free tonight? Come out for a couple of drinks.”
Holding my phone, my heart skipped a beat. It had been a long time since I had seen him alone. After hesitating for a few seconds, I still agreed.
Meeting at the usual spot at night. He was still the same, smoking, drinking, talking about things at the company, occasionally mentioning women he knew outside. I listened, nodding occasionally, but my mind was filled with images of Lanlan pinned beneath me. The alcohol made him talkative, and he suddenly patted my shoulder:
“How have you been lately? Is everything okay at home?”
"Not bad."
“That Lanlan of mine...” He took a gulp of wine, his tone somewhat irritated. “She’s becoming more and more sullen. No matter what I ask, she just says nothing’s wrong, but one look at her face and you can tell she has something on her mind. Women are such a hassle.”
I stared at the wine in my glass and said nothing.
“Forget it, let’s not talk about her.” He waved a hand. “We drink tonight and don’t go home until we’re drunk.”
That night I didn't drink much, but I saw him home. At the entrance to his complex, he was already a bit unsteady. I helped him upstairs, my heart pounding fast. When the door opened, Lanlan was standing in the living room. Seeing me, her whole body visibly stiffened.
"You... why are you here?" her voice was a little dry.
“Take him back.” I handed my friend over to her and took a step back, “I'll stop here.”
My friend was already leaning on the sofa, waving drowsily. Lanlan saw me to the door, and we looked at each other for a few seconds in the shadow of the porch. Her lips moved, and in the end, she only said very softly:
“Be careful on your way back.”
I nodded and turned to go downstairs. Behind me came the sound of the door closing, soft, yet like something being locked up again.
For the next few days, she didn't send any messages.
I know she's avoiding suspicion, and I know I shouldn't initiate contact. But by the fifth night, my phone still lit up.
“He’ll stay a few more days. For now, let’s leave it at that.”
I replied with a 'Good.'
Three days later, my friend finally left. The text message arrived almost within half an hour after he went out:
“Tonight. Same old place.”
I arrived earlier than her. Only the bedside lamp was on in the room. When she entered, she brought in the cold air from outside. Without even taking off her coat, she kissed me. This time was more urgent than any before. Clothes fell to the floor, shoes were kicked aside, and we practically tore at each other as we fell onto the bed.
She straddled me, holding me as she sat down. Her inner walls immediately wrapped tightly around me, hot and wet. She braced her hands on my chest and began moving up and down, her hair falling down, covering half her face. I reached to brush it aside, but she grabbed my wrist and pressed it against her breast.
“Use more force... don’t hold back today.”
I sat up, thrusting upward from below. She let out a suppressed cry but didn't remind me to be quiet again. The room's soundproofing was average, but she seemed beyond caring. I turned her over, entered from behind, and reached my hand around to rub her clit. She buried her face in the pillow, but her hips actively pushed back against me.
After doing it once, she didn't let me pull out. Still joined together, she turned her head and, with a hoarse voice from after-sex, said:
“Again.”
The second time, we tried many positions. Once, she knelt by the bed while I stood behind her on the floor. Her hands braced against the bed edge, trembling slightly each time I thrust deepest. Looking down at where I entered her, watching the milky fluid brought out at the joining, I felt an indescribable satisfaction.
After finishing the second time, both were completely exhausted. She lay on top of me, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on my chest. After a long time, she said:
“When he left today, he asked me if I had someone else.”
My body stiffened.
"I denied it." she went on, "He didn't really seem to doubt it either. Just asked casually."
“Are you scared?”
"A little." She looked up at me. "But what I’m even more afraid of is... what if one day it really ends, and I don’t know whether I can go back to how I was before."
I didn't give her an answer. Because I didn't know myself.
During that period, we met more frequently. Sometimes three times a week, sometimes two days in a row. She began to relax more in front of me, would proactively request positions she had been too shy to mention before, and would bite my ear after climaxing, saying things she would never normally say. I gradually became familiar with every reaction of her body—where she was most sensitive, what rhythm could bring her to climax the fastest, how she would tighten up when I came inside.
Once she came during her period, and we only did it externally. She used her mouth on me, and her technique was already very skilled. After finishing, she leaned in my arms and suddenly asked:
“Have you ever thought that if, back then... we hadn’t met this way, would things have been different?”
I looked at the ceiling and took a long time to answer:
"I have thought about it. But there's no point in saying this now."
She said "mm" and didn't ask any more.
Winter came quickly. The city began to cool down, and the clothes she wore got thicker and thicker. ერთხელ, in the warehouse, she was wearing a turtleneck sweater; when I hugged her from behind, the sweater was pushed up above her chest. The cold air raised goosebumps on her skin, but inside her body it was burning hot. We did it quickly, because someone could come at any time. Afterward, when she was straightening her clothes, her fingers were a little trembling.
"Sometimes I feel like I’m stealing something." she said in a low voice.
“Steal what?”
“Steal the warmth that doesn’t belong to you.”
I helped her pull her sweater straight and didn't say anything.
Another month passed, and my friend suddenly said he was being transferred to a branch office out of town, for at least half a year. The news was told to me by Lanlan. That night when she came over, she carried an emotion that was hard to describe. We did it very fiercely, as if we were trying to confirm something completely. Afterward, she lay beside me and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
“Half a year.” She repeated it, “He’s going to be gone for half a year.”
“What are you going to do?”
She turned her head to look at me, her eyes bright in the dim light:
“Continue. At least... until he comes back.”
I nodded.
From that day on, our meetings were no longer so covert. She would even message me during the day to ask whether I was free in the afternoon. Once, we did it from noon until evening in the storeroom of her shop; when footsteps occasionally passed by outside the door, she bit my shoulder to keep herself from making a sound. That tension of possibly being discovered at any moment instead made every orgasm even more intense.
I began getting used to this kind of life.
During the day, I did what I was supposed to do. At night, or during some gap in the afternoon, I gave myself over to another woman's body. After returning home, I faced my family as usual, listening to their mundane chatter. No one knew I had another secret outside. And Lan Lan slowly transformed her grievances about marriage into a dependence on this relationship.
One night, after finishing, she suddenly looked at me very seriously:
"If one day he really changes and stops fooling around outside, what should I do?"
I am silent for a long time before saying:
“We’ll talk about it then.”
She smiled, a hint of bitterness in her expression:
“You’re always like this. Never giving a definite answer.”
“Because I can’t give it.”
She wasn't angry, just buried her face in the crook of my neck, her voice muffled:
“Then let’s leave it at that for now. At least for now, I still need you.”
I tightened my arms, holding her tighter.
Outside the window, the city was brightly lit, while we hid in this small room, exchanging with our bodies what neither of us could find elsewhere. No one mentioned the future, and no one promised forever. Only night after night, carefully filling the gaps in life.
And we all know—
As long as he still isn’t around often, as long as I still need this outlet, this relationship will continue.
Some temperatures, once they seep into the bones, can never be drawn out.
The story is still moving forward.
Only the direction had already become impossible for anyone to see clearly.
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