The young woman who succumbed to lust (Chapter 5)

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Chapter Five: Temptation

. Proudly basking in the greedy, envious gazes of her husbands, she gently laid her on the chaise longue.

Lowering her head, she kissed her cherry lips deeply, lips only she could touch.

A wine-red ribbon bound her bright eyes, like a red veil.

Tonight, her wife would be another man's bride!

Turning her head, she glanced at him, the lucky man her wife had chosen. A sour feeling welled up inside her
.

His name was Qiang, a single man brought by Ting and Fan. A robust senior in college, youthful enough to inspire envy,
vaguely reminiscent of herself ten years ago.

The thought of the pretty, lively Ting already being thoroughly violated by this boy filled her with a bitter
pang .

Her wife hadn't yet succumbed, yet she already felt the pain of being defiled.

She loved Ting! She loved her beauty, her lively and generous nature. She loved her graceful, delicate body,
and even more, her submission and dependence on her beneath him.

Over time, I had come to regard Ting as my woman, my
second . We often jokingly referred to each other as "second wife" and "second husband.

" But tonight, the bliss of having two wives was about to turn into double the pain of having one's wife violated.

The boy was experienced; he didn't immediately attack, but instead buried his head in his wife's chest,
breathing heavily. Then he began to shake his head, nuzzling his face against her breasts like a docile kitten.

His wife clearly enjoyed this warm, affectionate feeling, her body visibly relaxing. This was a
man who knew how to win a woman's heart, and my heart tightened.

When he finally made his move, kissing his wife's breasts, I was even more concerned about her reaction than he was…

Her breasts were her sensitive spot, one of her most prized parts of her body.

Although she had breastfed, her breasts remained full and firm. Even without a bra, they didn't
sag.

Several times while traveling, my wife, unable to resist my persuasion, would go out without a bra,
attracting the attention of many men and igniting my own sexual desire. This time, my wife also ignited the
"head-up" of the men present

. Her white, plump breasts stood shyly before them, smooth and delicate like bowls of mutton fat jade.

Beneath her fair skin, with its rosy hue, fine pale blue veins resembled the veins of jade, filling these bowls with passion
and allure.

On her pink areolas, large, firm nipples, like agate grapes, tempted men to devour them daily.

Although she was already a thirty-year-old woman, my wife's nipples and areolas remained a pale pink, like a young girl's.

Unlike most women her age who had breastfed, which often had a dark, purplish hue, this was naturally due to my wife's
fair complexion and my meticulous care with my breast-enhancing serum.

As the men's breathing grew increasingly rapid, the boy's lips slowly began to kiss the base of my wife's breasts.

At first, it was just kissing and sucking, then he started licking. Gradually, he approached her nipple, licking the areola. But he only
circled the areola, never touching the nipple.

My wife's nipples swelled up visibly, and my heart pounded.

This guy knew how to play with women. Tonight, my wife would suffer his unbearable torment.

"Oh, stop it, it's so itchy~" my wife protested softly, writhing.

My heart ached, yet there was a strange excitement, the excitement of peeping into my lover's privacy.

Her swollen breasts, her rosy areolas, and her taut legs beneath her pleated skirt told me my wife was aroused.

But my wife tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor, and her dignified face attempted to conceal her inner turmoil.

I love my wife, I want to know everything about her; to understand the desires deep within her heart; to understand
the limits of her dignity. Yet, living together day and night, sharing our lives, prevented me from seeing this other side of my wife. But he
could use his unfamiliarity, his skillful tongue, and his hard penis to open the deepest recesses of his wife's heart,
to read another side of her.

I stared, mesmerized, at my wife's once dignified face. The face I'd spent every day with was now brimming with passion.
The abundance of collagen made her face so vivid and natural in the heat of passion! So delicate and subtle. Though
she tried to conceal it, her lively face still reflected every teasing touch of his tongue on her body
.

In the background of the kissing song, my wife's soft moans and the man's heavy breathing began to echo, making the atmosphere even more
seductive.

The boy's hand moved up, grasping my wife's breast. Her jade-like, translucent breasts began to change into
various erotic shapes.

I wondered what had grasped them, and I kneaded them forcefully, an indescribable feeling gradually rising in my blood
.

"What's wrong? Still can't bear to part with Yun?"

A soft, warm body gently embraced me—it was Ting!

This was the face of a delicate young woman, not the kind that would immediately stun, but one that exuded a captivating charm.
Two large, bright eyes, with slightly upturned corners, shone with a mesmerizing smile, gazing at me with tender affection.

"No, I'm just jealous that he gets to spend so much time with you,"

I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, concealing my inner turmoil. I reached out and pulled her petite
body into my arms. Her waist was slender, barely a handful, her body soft and boneless,
leaning against me, warm and supple.

"Didn't you notice he looks a bit like you? Even his shape is like yours~"

she whispered shyly, her head buried in my chest, her words filling my heart with sweetness. Her flowing hair, brimming with allure,
partially obscured her pretty face, swaying against my chest, making her even more endearing.

Ting's voice was beautiful, clear and melodious. It was delicate yet gentle, gentle yet alluring.
It inexplicably stirred within me an urge to protect her, caress her, and ravage her.

"While I was with him, I was thinking of you."

Soft lips, hot breath, accompanied by a tiptoeing gesture, gently kissed my face.

My steely resolve instantly melted into tenderness. At every crucial juncture in my wife's descent into depravity, Ting was the key figure
. Yet, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to hate this woman as

gentle as water. "If only we lived in the same place," I whispered in Ting's ear, watching my wife's every move.

"Like Kang Jie and Xiao Wen in 'Roommates'?" Ting asked. "

Yes—friendship and sharing sex," I

said with a touch of melancholy. The most acceptable swapping model for my wife and me was
the one described in the novel "Roommates" (Roommate Romance).

Kang Jie vs. Xiao Wen, Xu Jian vs. me…these four people had friendship, but also shared sex.

Both the process of the swap and their lifestyle afterward were reasonable and logical,
acceptable, and even desirable.

"Okay, so you guys move in? Or should we move in?" "When Yun gets pregnant with her second child, I'll be like Wen
, taking care of Yun during the day and fulfilling double the wifely duties at night," Ting teased.

I laughed too. Pregnancy is the most sensitive and vulnerable time. Seeing her husband happy with another woman
would most likely just cause her to break down and cry. A novel is just a novel. Although the swapping process described in the novel seems reasonable,
it's still just wishful thinking. Love between two people is hard to fathom, let alone four. Moreover, every couple has not only
marriage, but also family, relatives, and social relationships. A family of four cannot exist in real society
.

"Has Yun'er talked to you about her views on single men?" I asked Ting.

"Deep down, do you hope Yun refuses?" Ting countered.

I was momentarily speechless and stammered.

I have a deep-seated aversion to single men; I always feel they're
only there . Unlike married couples, where the husband feels the same way about the wife, not the other way around, we don't feel
the same way about who's taking advantage.

While we no longer adhere to the belief that only love can lead to sex, and instead believe in the exclusivity of love and
sexual freedom, my wife and I still highly value emotional connection in our friendships. When two
couples of similar age interact, there will definitely be other exchanges besides sex. The sincerity and friendliness, compassion and tenderness, warmth and consideration, open-mindedness and trust that easily arise in the interactions between young men and women
are things that are difficult to find in relationships with single men
. The relationships we have with other couples all involve a certain degree of emotional involvement.

Another factor I can't explicitly state is that no matter how much we romanticize or elevate these interactions, we ca
n't escape the objective fact that the beloved wife is being used by another man. As a husband, witnessing another
man entering the most sacred passage of what was once his wife, witnessing his beloved wife moaning and struggling
beneath , witnessing her lose herself and reach orgasm under his penetration—no matter how strong my heart is, no matter how
much mental preparation I've made, when that moment arrives, I can't help but feel bitterness and jealousy.

If it were a one-night stand, I could find compensation and balance in the other man's spouse, because I
would also be having sex with his wife. As a man, to have another man's wife beneath me, to
freely roam in the most private passage of a young woman, to bring her to orgasm and babbling incoherently under her husband's gaze—
creates a strong sense of conquest, a perverse sense of accomplishment from seizing someone else's property. This
sense of conquest is something that most men cannot resist.

Even when faced with the "heartbreaking and humiliating" moment of my wife being completely conquered by another man, reaching climax, and kneeling in surrender
, I can do the same thing with the other man's wife to vent and alleviate my jealousy and bitterness, and even
feel a strange excitement and pleasure. But with a single man, I can only feel awkward and painful, passively suffering with
nowhere to vent. As a man, I have my pride, and having someone else help satisfy my wife is a huge
humiliation for me.

But I can't stop Fan and Ting from accepting single men. Fan is eight years older than Ting and my wife,
past his prime, and no longer capable of satisfying Ting. And we rarely see each other.
It's "reasonable" for Fan to choose a single man to satisfy Ting. As the "second husband," I have no right to object.

I even couldn't refuse Fan's suggestion at this gathering that he lead the interaction between the single man and my wife.
After all, I always say that my wife's happiness and satisfaction are the most important things, and my wife's happiness is my happiness
. In the past, at gatherings, thanks to the mental stimulation, Fan could perform exceptionally well, and with our cooperation, we
could always manage to keep both wives satisfied. However, as the social activities deepened and the two wives were gradually "developed,"
they became increasingly difficult to handle. While Ting and I could still enjoy ourselves, my wife and Fan were always left wanting more. Although I could
try to make up for it with my wife, sometimes I ended up not getting enough from either side. This made me feel guilty in front of my wife.

It's human nature to be fickle; what you can't have, what you don't eat often, seems sweeter. Although my wife
is beautiful, I have strong feelings for Ting, who has a completely different style. Fan feels the same way, completely infatuated with my wife
. Reluctant to give up our family of four, yet not wanting my wife to feel neglected, having a single man help Fan seemed
like the best option. My wife, after much shyness, finally agreed after being persuaded by Ting and Fan. But when the moment
came, seeing my wife's delighted expression, I don't know why, but I suddenly felt awkward and jealous.

"I always feel that single men only engage in physical contact, lacking emotional connection," I replied after careful consideration
.

"Do you really want Yun to have sex with someone with genuine feelings?" Ting asked me with a hint of sarcasm, her sharp question
leaving me speechless.

"What's wrong with pure physical satisfaction? Her heart is still yours," Ting said softly.

The hardened shell deep within me began to crack in her gentle voice.

"Then are you and I purely physical? After being intimate for so long, didn't we eventually develop feelings..." I said .

"We're family, aren't we? I'm Yun'er's older sister, your sister-in-law!" Ting laughed.

For some reason, my wife and Ting preferred us to call each other sisters. But Fan and I often preferred to call each other's wives "sister-in-law" and "brother's wife. " "Does the sister-in-law think about her brother-in-law when she has sex?" I teased. According to folk customs, a brother-in-law and sister-in-law can joke around, but a brother-in-law
and sister-in-law must be absolutely respected. "Haven't you done enough? Every time you've been like a wolf, finding all sorts of ways to bully your sister-in-law." Ting said coquettishly , gently pinching me with her fingertip. "Bullying you, and you still cling to me so tightly; bullying you, and you say, 'I want more, I want more…'" Ting's tone...

Laughter gave me a perverse pleasure. It excited me even more than anything else, not even my sister-in-law. I couldn't resist
pinching her nipple.

"You're so annoying!" Ting scolded, swatting away my hand that was kneading her nipple. She nestled into my arms,
whispering in my ear,

"I know what you're thinking. You can't bear to part with me, and you can't bear to part with Yun."

"Actually, Yun is like me, accepting a single man not just for physical satisfaction, but also to know her husband's
true feelings..."

"I know you feel unbalanced. He's just Fan's helper, not a single man. You're better than both Fan and him;
it's the other way around."

"I'm a woman, and I know best how painful it is when the man on top of you goes limp during arousal. Yun, these
past few times you've suffered in silence. Fan feels especially guilty."

Ting's soft whispers, like a spring breeze, melted the ice in my heart.

Ah... my wife's uncontrollable moans brought me back from Ting!

After a long period of teasing and playing hard to get, the man finally suckled at his wife's nipple.

My heart clenched with her reaction!

She groaned in pain, her chest emitting a seductive moan, her head thrown back, arching her body
to thrust her chest upwards.

He bit down hard, like a bloodthirsty wolf. Her breasts dangled in the air with his bites.

Her snow-white breasts had turned crimson, swollen to their limit. My heart swelled too.

A soft hand reached out and touched my penis, which had swelled along with my wife's. I
froze.

"While you're young, you can still do some crazy things..."

"If the feeling is beautiful, then everything is beautiful..."

"Why not indulge a little? Give love freedom, give your wife enjoyment."

Ting's words seemed full of philosophy, yet also pure temptation. I was stunned.

Was the feeling beautiful? If it was, why did my heart ache so much every time my wife succumbed?

If it's not pleasant, why am I so excited and aroused at the same time, unable to stop?

What should I choose?

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