It is a secret that has been buried deep in my heart for a long time...

My wife is quite beautiful; her figure and her face are both well above average. Having married such a lovely woman, it was only natural that we had sex frequently.

Of course, amidst our frequent and passionate encounters, about six months into the marriage, her libido began to fade. A few months after that, she started wearing maternity clothes.

While her pregnancy was a source of joy, it also left me feeling quite frustrated and pent up.

Naturally, a pregnant woman still has needs, but who could engage in anything too vigorous? In such a situation, the passion inevitably began to subside.

It was during this time that a woman named Amy, who was a close friend of my wife’s—someone we considered a sister—began visiting us often. She would sometimes stay over at our house for a few days.

To be honest, during that period, whenever I encountered a beautiful woman like her—someone with a different physique than my wife and a penchant for revealing clothing—and noticed the guest room door was left ajar, my "concern" would drive me to sneak in under the guise of tucking her in. Even though it was summer, we kept the air conditioning running.

This made it all too easy to catch glimpses of her unguarded lace panties. With practiced stealth, I would slightly tug at the athletic shorts she had borrowed from me, pulling them higher until a sliver of dark, silken hair peeked out from the lace. Watching her peaceful, sleeping face, I would tentatively extend a fingertip... touching Amy’s private folds, motionless, for a long time.

Feeling the guilt of a thief, I would retreat to my room to check on my wife. Being pregnant, she slept very soundly.

When I returned to Amy’s room, I noticed she had shifted her sleeping position. Her waist was exposed, and she was now lying on her back. It was a somewhat ungraceful pose, but to me, it was an opportunity of a lifetime! Her legs were slightly parted.

This allowed me to slide my entire hand over her mound.

As my middle finger pressed into the seam of her flesh, I made a startling discovery: she was already wet.

A cold sweat broke out over my body. She was awake!

She was awake!

She was awake! And my middle finger was clumsily buried in the crevice of her heat.

*Stay calm! You have to stay calm!*

*Damn it! She’s playing games with me!*

I began to stroke her more shamelessly, moving my hand toward her most intimate depths. Her perineum and her rosebud were already slick and glistening. *Damn!* I cursed inwardly. *You little slut, it looks like you want this even more than I do!*

As I curled my finger again, the tip of my digit felt the sensitive contractions of her anatomy. There was no faking a physical reflex like that. I began to tease her rhythmically, scratching and swirling against her. Her juices flowed more abundantly, yet her body remained still, and her expression remained one of sweet, deep slumber.

*Damn! Is she having a wet dream?*

Taking a leap of faith, I used one hand to push aside both her panties and the borrowed shorts. Her most private treasures were laid bare before me. Amy remained motionless... or so it seemed. Wait! Her face was flushing...

She was blushing deeply! I pulled her panties wide to expose her fully. *Still pretending? Damn!* A sense of triumph swelled in my chest.

As I used both hands to pull her labia apart, her lips parted slightly, and her eyelids trembled incessantly.

It was the first time I had ever looked at a woman’s anatomy for so long, and so clearly. At first, her legs were tense, but as I continued to peer into her tender cleft, her lower body began to twitch rhythmically, and her legs finally relaxed.

And of course, more nectar spilled forth. This woman!

Without asking for permission, the position allowed my tongue to sweep across her most sensitive spots. The sudden stimulation forced a soft moan from her lips: "Ah...!"

*Still pretending! Let’s see how long you can last!*

After a few more licks, her legs spread wide of their own accord, inviting me to feast upon her. She even reached down to guide my head between her thighs. I pressed on, stimulating her relentlessly. It had started as a game, a quiet way to play with a woman for the first time, but then her hands came down to press my head firmly against her, rubbing her wetness against my face until my mouth and nose were coated in her essence.

She climaxed! As she shuddered in pleasure, my hands wandered upward to lift her top, only to find that her bra had already been loosened. What a surprise!

With her chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, I continued to tease her until she finally slumped back, completely spent.

The tension broke, and she began to act shy. She pushed my hands away and turned onto her side. Since we had gone this far, I pulled at the waistband of her shorts; she instinctively lifted her hip to help, exposing her naked lower half. As I pulled her shirt up, it momentarily covered her face. She raised her arms, revealing the soft hair of her underarms and her high, tensed nipples.

I stripped completely naked as well.

I embraced her from behind, my hardness thrusting exaggeratedly against her smooth skin. We hadn't even fully joined when she reached back, guiding my cock to aim for her opening. *Plip!*

Without changing our orientation, she turned and dropped to her knees, arching her backside to allow me to thrust deep into her...

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

Her knees eventually began to give way. She clung to the pillow, collapsing forward, leaving only her hips raised to meet my rhythm.

It wasn't until I finally erupted, spilling my thick seed, that I pulled out in a panic. The mess splattered across her back and buttocks.

I surveyed the results. Her pubic hair was matted together, and her entrance was flushed a deep red. For a moment, a pang of regret hit me for being so impulsive.

I hurried to close the door.

"Wipe me off..." she murmured grumpily.

We fell into a heavy silence. To be honest, the tension was still thick in the air.

With the fluids scattered everywhere, she was too shy to move, so I wiped her myself—from her back and waist to her buttocks. Then, I asked her to spread her legs a little wider. As my hand approached her crotch, I couldn't see her expression hidden against the pillow, but her pale skin was breaking out in goosebumps. As I moved her legs further apart, the beauty of her anatomy was undeniable; the tender flesh of her entrance was a vivid, swollen red.

She complained softly again, "What? Still haven't seen enough?"

"I've seen enough," I replied immediately. "You're just so beautiful..."

She squeezed her legs together, but I lifted her hips. It wasn't hard to see her breasts; they weren't large, but they were perfectly shaped.

I continued my task, cleaning her anus, her inner thighs, and her groin. When my hand brushed against her outer labia, she began to wiggle her hips to avoid me, insisting she could do it herself.

To my surprise, I found myself hardening again. I reached out to cup her breast and said softly, "Let me."

She didn't resist. "Spread your legs a little more..."

Once she had adjusted her position, I gripped my turgid cock and aimed it at her opening, slowly, very slowly, pushing back inside. She didn't fight the intrusion; she only turned her head to whisper, "Can you really look your wife in the eye after this?"

At that point, there was no thinking left. But after a long time of grinding, the climax wouldn't come. Finally, she collapsed from exhaustion.

After that incident, Amy never visited our house again. It was as if she had simply vanished.

My wife never said a word about it, and as for me, how could I possibly ask? It simply faded away into the past.

But... looking back on it now, it was quite beautiful.