The cheating wife

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(I)
My wife and I have been married for three years and haven't had children yet, as we felt it would hinder our careers.
Our feelings for each other haven't changed much, but sexually, over time, things have gradually cooled. Plus, I'm often away on business trips, so I've paid less attention to her. Especially after a long day, I often fall asleep as soon as I get into bed, neglecting her gentle gestures. Even on the rare occasions we do have sex, I rush through it and finish quickly.
Days have passed like this, and I've become so carefree that I haven't noticed any changes in her.
Very subtle changes, even when I did notice them, I didn't think much of them. For example, lately she's been taking more showers and going shopping for new clothes.
Later, an older brother reminded me to pay attention to my wife's behavior, saying his wife had told him. His words jolted me awake. I realized we haven't been making love much lately, and she doesn't seem to ask for it. Sometimes when I come home from a business trip, the house is spotless, like it hasn't been lit for days. I decided to keep an eye on her.
One evening, I told her I was going out to dinner with friends and wouldn't be back until late, asking her not to wait for me. After getting ready, I went out and quietly hid in the second-floor window of the opposite building, watching my own apartment. About twenty minutes later, she came out wearing her recently bought yellow dress. She hailed a taxi at the street corner.
I hailed one too and told the driver to follow. The driver gave me a suspicious look but said nothing, continuing to follow the car in front.
The car stopped at the entrance to Xiaoxihu Park. She got out and walked into the park. I paid and got out, following her at a distance, crouching low as we went into the grove of trees. At the rockery, she stopped. A man who had been waiting there greeted her, and the two walked hand-in-hand towards the grass by the wall.
I continued to follow, keeping a low profile. The man seemed to look back, then put his arm around her waist. They found the innermost spot at the base of the wall, right under the perimeter of the No. 17 Middle School's playground wall, and sat down. The man in yellow took out a large sheet of paper from his bag, and the two of them quietly nestled together, sitting there like a couple in love.
I saw nothing around to get close to them; the only way was to go inside the No. 17 Middle School wall. Thinking this, I went around to the other side, climbed the wall, entered the school, and then crept up to them right next to the wall. Once I got there, I could hear them talking in hushed tones. Their voices weren't loud, but if I listened carefully, I could make out what they were saying.
"When will he be back today…?" "I don't know, but whenever he goes out for dinner or drinks, he always comes back very late…" "…" Then there was a rustling sound, probably from kissing. The thought of that man sticking his tongue into my wife's mouth and sucking on it made me furious and want to rush out, but reason calmed me down.
A minute or so later, presumably after they separated, the man asked again, "After he came back, did you two 'do it'?" "No, I didn't ask him, and he didn't ask me. He was very tired and went to bed early. It's just that in the morning, he touched me there with his hand, but I was asleep. I hate it when people touch me at this time, so we didn't do it..." I was really angry. I really wanted to do it this morning, but she said she was sleepy and sent me away. I didn't expect her to come out to see this man tonight.
"Did you miss me? Did you want me to feed you..." Then there were kissing sounds again, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The sound was very short, probably the man's pants zipper, not the zipper of his dress.
"Feel it, see if he misses you..." At this point, my wife didn't speak, but her breathing became noticeably heavier. She must have been holding the man's penis.
That's what I guessed at the time, but I didn't want her to touch any man's private parts other than mine. Then there was a rustling of paper. I didn't know what they were doing, but I guessed it was almost time for the moment I least wanted to confirm. Next, there was the sound of keys, a whole bunch of them, ringing several times. Finally, it seemed to be placed on the grass and stopped ringing. Then my wife said, "Take it on, I'm in my fertile period..." "It's uncomfortable, it hurts..." "I'm afraid something will happen..." The man didn't say anything more. Then there was the sound of plastic being torn. After a dozen seconds, my wife let out a heavy "Ah..." I realized then that a man's penis, wrapped in a thin layer of plastic, had been inserted into my wife's vagina.
Through this 30-centimeter-thick wall, my wife was having an affair with another man right under my nose. And this affair wasn't just being taken advantage of; it had broken through the last line of defense, and the most physical thing had happened.
Several times I wanted to peek over, but I held back, afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it. A very sour, bittersweet feeling mixed with a rush of heat surged through my body, and then I realized that I had been erect the whole time.
The two people on the other side of the wall were breathing heavily, clearly and deliberately, mixed with the rustling of paper being shoved around.
"Is it comfortable?" "Yes, it's comfortable, it's burning inside, it's spicy..." "Can I do this to you for the rest of my life?" "Yes, you're much better than him, yours is so thick, it's making me so hard..." "Yes, do you want me to give it to you? I'll give you all my treasures, okay?..." "Yes, give it all to me, don't hold back, when you give it to me, thrust it in hard, I want it so much..." "I'm almost there, do you want it?..." "Mmm, I want it, thrust harder, I know you're giving it to me..." "..." I felt hot all over, all the previous humiliation was gone, all that remained was the desire fueled by some evil force burning through my brain and every part of my body.
At a certain peak moment, the "plop" sound of their secretions during intercourse could be clearly heard.
When everything gradually quieted down, when I heard the sound of toilet paper wiping something, when I heard the keychain being picked up and hung on a man's belt again, I knew it was all over.
I couldn't concentrate on their conversation anymore. Only then did I realize my arms were covered in mosquito bites, unbearably itchy. I endured it until they finished their whispered conversation and left, heading towards the edge of the grove. Then I retraced my steps, climbing over the wall.
I waited by the rockery for a while, until they were far away from West Lake, before returning to where they had been.
The large newspaper was still there, though torn in several large pieces. The surrounding area was clean. I carefully searched the base of the wall, finally spotting a small white shadow a few steps away. I went over, picked it up, and held it in my hand. I went into the restroom by West Lake, squatted down in a stall, and carefully unfolded a thick wad of toilet paper.
Inside was a long, curved condom. The small pouch at the end was filled with the semen that the man had tried to ejaculate inside my wife, but which had been blocked by the plastic. The contents of that thing were practically mocking my impotence.
I squeezed the small sac in my hand; it was still slightly warm. I thought to myself, this man not only took advantage of my wife, but also wanted to put his thing inside her too. Then I threw it under the toilet seat.
Thinking about how "clean" my wife was tonight, I felt much better. Afterwards, I thought about it carefully, and realized I was a complete idiot!
I decided to confront her. Unexpectedly, she didn't hide anything from me and told me everything honestly. It was simply that our relationship had a foundation, and I hadn't cared for her enough. As I listened, I began to genuinely feel that I felt too much guilt towards her.
Finally, she said he was her colleague, and they had always had feelings for each other. His marriage was troubled, and they had a relationship after drinking together during one of my business trips. She said he was very capable, and that was what truly attracted my wife.
I asked her, "What about me?" She said I was good in every way, except that I was too short-lived, finishing in just a few minutes. She felt uncomfortable but didn't want to say anything, afraid of hurting my pride. I was quite touched at the time; she was really considerate of me. But now I'm thinking that sex is indeed very important, especially in modern families.
However, I'm not willing to have affairs with each other. I always feel that doing those things behind each other's backs will inevitably lead to real feelings, and over time, I feel that her constant extramarital affairs will naturally affect our real marital relationship. Rather than continuing like this dangerously, it's better to give her a variety of sexual partners, focusing her attention solely on sex.
Soon after, we started using the internet, visiting pornographic websites, watching adult films, and video chatting, meeting new friends and encountering new things. Later, I was attracted to the concept of "******" and dragged her into watching these things too. So, we thought of finding a mutual friend to rekindle our relationship, and we decided to give it a try.
The first person we thought of was her colleague, Haidong. My wife was naturally very willing after learning I agreed, since we'd been doing it secretly before. But outwardly, she pretended it wasn't right. I said, "It's okay, just talk to Haidong gently and see his reaction." But I was also unsure; I didn't know if Haidong would find it unbelievable.
On the third day, my wife went out and came back very late. She said Haidong was suspicious and asked, "Is your husband really willing? Are you trying to set a trap for him?" My wife said she had assured him for a long time before Haidong agreed. However, he said he might not be comfortable with the three of them together and hoped to be alone with my wife.
I cursed inwardly, thinking he was really pushing his luck, but my wife said, "Just agree to it this once. Maybe he's doubting the feasibility of this. Just agree once, isn't that enough?" Thinking about it, she was right, so I said, "Then let's do it on Saturday. Invite him over." Haidong arrived at my house as promised on Saturday evening. The sudden meeting was a bit awkward for both of us. My wife had already prepared a sumptuous dinner and sat between us. With my beautiful wife in the middle, the atmosphere eased considerably. She kept urging us to drink, and we all drank quite a bit, but no one brought up the topic of conversation; I guess we all tacitly understood. My wife also drank, her round face flushed, making her even more charming between the two men. When
we were almost finished eating, I excused myself to go to the study to use the internet, leaving them alone in the living room. But my ears were constantly perked up, listening to everything that was happening in the other room. A moment later, I guessed my wife had turned on the TV. The faint, distinctive "squeaking" sound of the small television reached my ears, but there was no background noise. I knew she was watching porn
. A little while later, I heard the sound of slippers in the living room, followed by their movement towards the bedroom. The two of them went inside. My heart was pounding. To be honest, I knew my wife was in our own bed, but today another man was taking my place as her husband. I felt both agitated and nervous. Thinking back to that moment, sitting in my computer chair felt like a dream, my mind a jumbled mess.
After calming down a bit, about three or four minutes later, I forced my heart to stop pounding, gently opened the study balcony door, and quietly crouched down to the large window next to the bedroom balcony. As I had hoped, my wife had left the curtains slightly ajar. The bedside lamp and foot lamp were both on. Through that gap in the curtains, I could see very clearly—it was like watching a live porn film.
The alcohol worked wonders. Haidong lay on top of his wife, the two passionately kissing. While kissing, his wife helped him undress. Perhaps his belt was difficult to undo, so Haidong stood up and removed his shirt and trousers, leaving only his briefs underneath. His wife was stripped down to her pink bra, her lower half completely naked. Under the lamplight, her dark pubic hair appeared even more alluring.
Her pubic hair was beautifully grown, glossy, and curled like a small tuft of soft grass. The sides of her vulva were very smooth. His wife was quite full-figured, and the flesh on either side of her vulva was very fleshy, like two low, fleshy hills nestled on either side.
I knew that when his wife was deeply aroused, a little bit of her labia, like the hem of a scallop, would peek out from her vulva, curled and wrinkled, sometimes glistening with a layer of love fluid secreted after arousal, coating the vulva and the exposed hem, like the petals of a bud smeared with honey.
Such a wonderful wife, such beautiful vulva—it was my most cherished feature when my wife and I first got married, and today this man named Haidong was admiring it. At that moment, a slight discomfort welled up inside me, squeezing out of my excitement.
Haidong, whether from drinking too much or because it was his first time doing this in someone else's home, didn't appreciate my wife's beauty at all. He quickly pulled down his underwear, looked down at my wife's vulva, one hand on his penis, the other parting the vulva from the left. He first circled the head of his penis around her vulva a few times, then used it to spread her vaginal opening. Then he released both hands, lunging at my wife, her buttocks and waist responding with an upward thrust.
Although I couldn't see that unforgettable moment, Haidong's actions clearly told me that my wife's body had now accepted another man's reproductive organ.
(II)
My wife and Haidong were tightly embracing and passionately kissing. Haidong's firm buttocks thrust against my wife's lower body with each stroke. Under the constant pressure of the man on top of her, my wife gradually spread her legs wider and wider, finally opening them wide and wrapping them around Haidong's thick waist. In renewed excitement, she spread them apart and wrapped them up again, her buttocks rising to meet Haidong's thrusts with each movement... At this moment, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. My lovely wife was being pressed down by another man, being wantonly attacked, while Haidong was working hard on top of her, fulfilling his duties as a husband on someone else's bed. He must be very excited, right? I
couldn't help but connect the clattering of keys I heard that day with this scene before my eyes. On the bed, two bodies embracing each other, it transformed into a pair of lovers going wild on the grass. Was it like this too? Was it the same kind of thrusting? Was it the same kind of pumping? Everything that happened after the keys were removed and placed on the ground was what was happening before my eyes now, wasn't it?
Hai Dong pulled his penis out of my wife's body, then stood on the carpet beside the bed. He pulled my wife's body towards the edge of the bed, and she pulled down the pillow herself, placing it under her buttocks. She then faced Hai Dong with her wet vulva. Hai Dong held his erect penis, pressing the head down and stroking it against my wife's vulva. He also used his other hand to part one of my wife's labia. In this state, my wife's lips were slightly turned outwards.
This time, Hai Dong inserted one end of his penis into my wife's body more easily, with greater thrusting. The muscles in her legs were tense, and my wife shook her hair with Hai Dong's thrusts. She then placed her hand on her vulva, separating her middle and index fingers and wedging them above her vulva, allowing Hai Dong's penis to pass between her fingers and enter her body with a tactile sensation. Each time Hai Dong's penis passed through her vulva, it caused my wife's fleshy buttocks to tighten or shudder.
My wife was still gasping for breath, one breath at a time. I knew she was about to climax. The only time we both had an orgasm was after watching porn, when she used a substitute she bought to make her say she felt like she had "fainted." Hai Dong and his wife had definitely done this before. He knew exactly what was going on with her. He used just the right amount of force when inserting his penis. Although he was increasing the speed of his movements, you could tell from the tightness of his gluteal muscles that he was trying to adjust his strength. Hai Dong would also sometimes bend his legs to allow his penis to enter his wife's vagina smoothly and straight, or bend them even lower so that his penis could constantly thrust against the upper part of his wife's vagina.
My wife's face turned bright red. She was so aroused by Haidong's skillful techniques that she kept rubbing her clitoris with her fingers, saying, "Dong, I want... Dong, I want..." Haidong increased the speed of his thrusting. Each time he penetrated deep into my wife's vagina, he would pause heavily and then twist his hips vigorously from side to side, so that my wife could feel his penis, which had swelled to its fullest extent during this legitimate act of entering another man's wife's body.
My wife's words became increasingly incoherent, consisting of "ah...ah..." Her buttocks no longer responded to Haidong's thrusts as readily, and her legs no longer opened and closed intermittently. The legs that had been tightly gripping Haidong's waist began to tremble with the shaking of her buttocks and gradually loosened. Haidong then brought his wife's legs together around his waist, thrusting deeper and deeper into her body with each stroke. Finally, he pressed his body tightly against his wife's trembling form, his expression unreadable—whether it was excitement or pleasure—only the intermittent relaxation and tension of his gluteal muscles could be seen—he had ejaculated! Haidong released all his semen into my wife's body.
The two embraced tightly for a moment, then Haidong lifted his lower body and slowly reached into their groin to withdraw his penis from my wife's body. My wife grabbed a pillowcase from the bedside table, pressed it against her vaginal opening, wiped away the semen that had flowed out, then smelled it, making an exaggerated, disgusted expression at Haidong. Hai Dong smiled at her, took a pillowcase, pulled back his still slightly damp foreskin, and wiped his penis clean. Then he knelt down again in front of my wife's vagina, gently pulled back one side, and carefully began to wipe away the semen that had leaked out. As he wiped, he pointed to the study. My wife nodded, then got up, draped a large nightgown over herself, and walked towards the bedroom door.
I quickly sneaked back into the study, pretending to go online, but my heart was pounding. My wife, wearing a bright red nightgown, waved to me from the study doorway, her face still flushed. She seemed a little shy and subconsciously pulled the nightgown tighter around herself. I hesitated because I didn't know how to face Hai Dong. My wife didn't speak, just kept smiling at me. I mustered my courage, got up, and went to the bedroom. Fortunately, Hai Dong was considerate and had already put on shorts and a tank top; otherwise, I don't know how embarrassing it would have been to face another man's naked body in this situation. Hai Dong said he was going to take a shower, then left, closing the door behind him.
My wife lay on the bed, alluring and beautiful, her nightgown billowing open, no longer concealing her, revealing the fuzzy little bud I'd always been fascinated by. I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulling out my penis, which had been pent up for almost an hour. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her lips pressed together; the head of my penis was already wet. I parted her thighs and knelt before her.
I habitually stroked her short, fuzzy pubic hair; the entrance, recently penetrated by Haidong, was still slightly red, her two small, fleshy labia beautifully closed, guarding the secret opening, the soft, fleshy labia gently concealing the site of their intense lovemaking.
I couldn't resist parting her labia, revealing her pink vaginal walls. My wife jolted at my movement, involuntarily clenching her vaginal muscles, a thin stream of fluid spreading along the inner rim of her opening—Haidong's semen! I guessed what the residue must be, and that complex emotion from before surged back. In the past, I might have felt nauseous, but today a strange feeling stirred within me, a kind of inexplicable excitement.
I couldn't help but lower my head and gently lick the white, cloudy liquid flowing from my wife's vagina. The fishy, salty liquid rolled into my mouth. I had actually eaten another man's semen inside my wife's vagina! The extreme humiliation made me dizzy, made me lose control. I buried my head, vigorously licking the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid from my wife's vulva… It was so warm, so moist, so lubricating. Then, just like Haidong had done forty minutes earlier, I thrust inside her. Haidong's semen enveloped my penis, providing excellent lubrication for my entry into my wife's vagina. I effortlessly thrust in and out of my wife's soft, jade-like body.
After Haidong's actions, my wife's vagina felt a bit looser. I prefer a vagina that isn't too tight; it makes things easier. My wife continued to enjoy herself with her eyes closed. I moved in and out of her body like Haidong had before, and she started to moan heavily through her nose. The lingering pleasure from before turned into a flush on her cheeks.
The bathroom door opened, and the television in the living room started playing again. Haidong, who had been the master of the house for over forty minutes, started watching TV. After a man's "pleasure," the thing he probably wants most is to light a cigarette and brew a pot of tea. Now, this man had another scene to recall: invading another woman's body, releasing a part of his own genetic fluid into a woman who didn't belong to him. And the vagina he had manipulated first was now being entered by that woman's legal husband. What would happen next?
Then, in a state of boundless excitement and fervor, I began the final act of our battle. I thrust my penis deep into my wife's vagina, ejaculating wave after wave of semen into her warm body. Little did she know that just minutes before, Hai Dong had already ejaculated his equally hot semen. My wife trembled all over, the intense orgasm making her clench her teeth tightly, her small hands gripping my arm tightly. Her full breasts swayed gently with her trembling body, like dewdrops on lotus leaves in a breeze. The red areolas surrounding her erect nipples made me unable to resist lowering my head again. My head began to suckle gently, my wife tightly contracting her vagina, gripping my increasingly limp penis, and swaying my head against her breasts... My penis finally slid completely out of my wife's body. My wife lay motionless on the bed. I pulled a thin blanket over her, then got up to shower. Passing through the living room, I exchanged glances with Haidong, who was sitting on the sofa. Haidong's eyes showed friendliness, but little did he know that my heart was filled with conflict after calming down. The bathroom door closed behind me. I turned on the water, my mind blank...
(III)
I didn't like Haidong, but I longed to see their sexual contact. Twice, like a thief, I spied on them making love, watching Haidong skillfully and expertly manipulate my wife's body, as if he were at home on our bed. He stood under the bed and penetrated my wife, also placing a pillow under her buttocks and penetrating her, making her lick and suck his penis. In the end, he ejaculated into my wife's body during rear-entry thrusting.
Another time, I lay under the cramped bed, watching my wife and him go to the bathroom to shower. My wife went back to bed first, and he slipped on my slippers and went into the bedroom. He took off his shoes and got into bed, causing the bed to sag slightly. During their subsequent vigorous movements, I was constantly worried that the bed would collapse and crush me.
When he got off the bed and stood beside my wife, his hairy legs were just a step away from my face. I held my breath, listening to the loud noises above me. The man's sweet words made me nauseous, but my wife responded passionately in excitement, saying, "Husband...husband...fuck me to death!" The lewd sounds of their lovemaking were incessant. At the time, it was very arousing, but later, thinking back on it, I felt extremely uncomfortable. I honestly told my wife how I felt, and she was also very sad. She said she knew it was hurting me, and that she was slowly losing feelings for Haidong and would soon stop seeing him.
However, my wife still couldn't forget Haidong. Later I learned that during the time I was away on business, she and Haidong had been meeting frequently.
One time when I returned from a business trip, I found a pair of black stockings hanging on the balcony. I rarely wear stockings, and they're always the same brand—it's my habit.
I asked my wife who had stayed over, and she didn't hide it from me; it was Haidong. I asked, "Didn't you say you two had broken up and lost feelings for each other?" My wife said that when she was busy, she didn't think about him, but when I wasn't around, and Haidong called her or asked her to go shopping or out to eat, she couldn't control her impulses because of his words or ambiguous actions, and in the end, she always completely let down her guard.
My wife told me, "Haidong always said, 'Why suppress yourself? Didn't we have strong feelings for each other before?'"
"Aren't you happy too?" I thought to myself, "We've been intimate with this man, so there's really no need to act so reserved in front of him. It would only make him laugh at me." "I couldn't really hear what my wife said afterward. The scene of watching Haidong and my wife make love in my house kept replaying in my mind, making me feel humiliated. But deep down, a strange pleasure also welled up inside me, alternating and stimulating me, making me feel uncomfortable all over. Being insulted and stimulated at the same time was indescribable.
One day in May, I returned home late at night from a business trip. I opened the door and went inside. My wife was sleeping. I went to the bathroom to wash up and habitually glanced at the wastebasket. There was another large wad of toilet paper, piled up in layers. I tried to ignore it, but I picked it up anyway.
My heart started pounding." Hurry up, untangle the wad of paper. The last few wads were rolled up, their insides stuck together by dried liquid. My heart sank, a strange, inexplicable bitterness pounding at me.
I knew what it was, but I couldn't resist bringing it to my nose and sniffing. That unmistakable male bodily waste excited me, mingling with that oppressive, bitter feeling. I left the bathroom and gently opened the washing machine. There was a pillowcase inside. I knew my wife's habits best; she always used a pillowcase to wipe her vulva and the man's penis after intercourse. I picked up the pillowcase… I could feel the hardening of the dried liquid on the fabric, and my imagination ran wild, arousing me.
Back in the bedroom, my wife was fast asleep. I pulled back the covers; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was white and smooth, her breasts round and soft, like plump jade rabbits, nestled against her chest. Such a beautiful woman, yet she had been violated and defiled just hours before.
Thinking this, I leaned down, inhaling deeply at her entrance. The familiar scent of her body carried a hot, pungent smell, the afterglow of intense penetration by a man, making me feel hot all over and my head throbbing. Unable to resist, I quickly pulled off my bra… I pulled down my pants, gently parted my wife's legs, and slowly pressed my penis against her vulva.
I used my fingers to separate one side of her labia and slowly inserted my penis into her slightly parted clitoris, which still had some dried semen on it. My wife stirred, but I didn't care whether she was awake or pretending to be asleep; I felt her vaginal cavity slightly envelop my penis.
I withdrew my penis and lowered my head to her vulva, using my fingers to search for the small, red, erect clitoris inside her slightly parted opening. I gently rubbed and teased her with my fingers, and my wife's vaginal cavity began to tremble and clench, the slippery fluid on my fingers... The surroundings gradually came into view.
I rolled over onto her, slowly pressing my hard penis against her entrance again. The juices were already on her budding petals; I dabbed them on, then thrust my hips forward, my penis sliding deep into her warm, soft cavity. I moved in the darkness, wondering if the man in the same position as me an hour earlier had done the same thing. Could I, too, properly explore and enjoy the passage that had been so thoroughly explored by him?
My penis searched and pounded within her warm body, and I kept feeling another object stirring within me. "That's Hai Dong's body," I thought. I felt no awkwardness whatsoever; in this sensation, my movements became even more intense. I arched my wife's legs, enjoying lifting her full buttocks to allow me to penetrate deeper.
I was battling with the virtual man's member, competing to see who could penetrate this woman's body deeper and longer. I felt that everywhere I went, there were traces of his weapon's impact. I effortlessly traversed the passages explored by the previous man; I could feel the traces left by that man inside my wife. The clues left their mark, imprinted deep within my wife's tender, soft vaginal cavity. I couldn't imagine whether my wife, in her dozing state, was also comparing, but I couldn't deny that both men who entered her body, one after the other, could give her excitement and pleasure.
My wife's vaginal walls began to clamp down, her cavity walls perhaps already adapting to the second visitor hours later; the impact was similar, the difference being the man's scent, the angle, the force, and the position. I wanted to penetrate deeper into her, to surpass the very depths reached by the man who had been there just hours before. I didn't know... The result of the comparison was clear, but my wife's juices became even more abundant. I think she felt this most keenly; perhaps the sheer volume of juices better reflected her pleasure. She was like a delicate peach, offering her juicy core to the men who wanted to taste her.
My wife's plump buttocks began to sway, and her vagina began to rub against me. In this state, I reached my peak of excitement, violently ejaculating inside my wife's body, which still bore the traces of that other man. I held my wife tightly in my arms, and we reached our climax together.
In my embrace, my wife told me about what happened before Haidong left around 1 a.m.
"If he came home late, how would he explain it to his wife?" I said this, actually intending to hurt my wife and make her clearly understand her place in Haidong's heart.
My wife's excitement hadn't completely subsided, and in the afterglow of pleasure, she talked a lot about what happened last night.
She said that Haidong initially only wanted to take her home, but he hugged her at the door. She was anxious and angry, afraid of being seen by the neighbors and embarrassed. Fortunately, the motion-activated lights in the hallway went out quickly because there was no sound. She didn't dare to move, so Haidong suddenly put his hand inside her clothes, kissed her, and began to knead her breasts.
Her wife felt powerless. Haidong then grabbed her hand and made her touch his groin, which was already swollen. His hand then began to slip inside her pants, quickly penetrating her. It was only when his fingers slid in smoothly that she realized she was already wet.
"And then?" I pressed. "I don't know how I got home. I only know that he was holding me, and he helped me open the door with his key. Then we were in the bedroom..." Her wife suddenly stopped talking.
I wasn't satisfied and continued to "interrogate" her. In her description, I felt as if I were in that passionate scene, "seeing" my wife's clothes scattered on the floor, Hai Dong, without even taking off his own clothes, thrusting his hungry penis into her already wet and throbbing vagina. My wife's empty lower body desperately needed the comfort of this man who wasn't her husband. In her moments of intense pleasure, she would instinctively cling to Hai Dong's strong waist... Finally, I thought of the crumpled tissues in the bathroom, the pillowcase in the washing machine... I couldn't bear to indulge in such fantasies. My wife, beside me, was wrapped around my neck, already slightly drowsy. I gently released her hands from my neck and walked to the bathroom, releasing my pent-up excitement and resentment onto that pillowcase.
I didn't want Hai Dong and my wife to get too close; I sensed the dampness in the air before the storm. My wife said she only experienced sexual pleasure with Hai Dong, not feelings. But time and again, she couldn't resist Hai Dong's sexual advances, and she mentioned him more and more. In our daily life, she would say things like, "Haidong at work isn't looking well today, is something wrong at home?" or "He told his wife his clothes looked great and beautiful," and so on.
But in our sex life, when I mentioned imaginary men taking turns penetrating her, it was always when I mentioned Haidong's name that her vagina would clench most tightly, and she would be most aroused. I specifically asked her what it was about Haidong that made her so attached and unforgettable. She said she didn't know, she just felt his scent was pleasant. The smell emanating from his body and armpits when he was on top of her aroused her even more. Also, his movements were always so gentle and measured; he could give her just the right amount of pleasure with his hard penis when she was in extreme need… At that moment, I began to feel that this man named Haidong was simply a devil. I, who had never taken this seriously before, began to seriously consider the consequences of such things. However, every time I met Haidong, he always smiled humbly, dressed impeccably, and treated me with great politeness. You simply couldn't imagine that this charming man was the same man who repeatedly undressed my wife and then laid her on our bed to rape and ravage her.
The blankets in our house always seem to carry the lingering smell of his armpits, and there are always his black stockings hanging on the balcony, crumpled pieces of paper in the wastebasket, and countless pillowcases he's thrown away. I've started to hate this man, but I don't know how to vent this hatred. I can't tell anyone that he was my wife's lover, someone I used to tacitly approve of. We used to play games together, and we even took turns caressing and penetrating my wife on our bed.
I don't want to argue or fight with my wife about this. I like her happy; she feels like a pampered lady, surrounded by two men, without a care in the world, her laughter echoing throughout the house. When I'm home, she's always with me, only occasionally mentioning Haidong's name and other things unintentionally. It's clear she doesn't mean it, but the happiness is real.
Now, she no longer suggests meeting new friends. Even when I sent her a video of her meeting someone, she barely said a word before sending it to me and going to watch TV. I feel our marriage needs to change. I can't let Haidong's unique sexual practices and techniques keep her so infatuated.
(iv)
About a few months later, my wife and Haidong's relationship cooled down. After we were intimate that day, my wife finally told me the truth: she got together with Haidong because she wanted to have a child with his sperm.
She said, "You know what? How did I fall for him? It was that day when his wife came to his workplace with a child. The child was so beautiful, and I felt a surge of attraction and glanced at him a few more times. Later, the more I looked at him, the more pleasing he became, the more charming he seemed. Isn't that strange? I even envied his wife. How could she have such a man who could get her pregnant?" I could hardly hear the rest of what she was saying; I just felt incredibly powerless.
"But one day, after we were intimate, I impulsively told him my true feelings—that I wanted to have a child with him. As a result, he seemed to distance himself from me, and he always insisted on using condoms during sex. You know, he used to avoid using them whenever possible. That's when I realized that Haidong and I just wanted a secret affair, something no one knew about. He couldn't possibly commit to anything in this relationship, especially when it started to affect his personal life or exceeded his psychological limits..." The wife continued, "Later, we started to drift apart. Once two people's minds begin to separate, their bodies are doomed. The last time we were together, I didn't even feel any pleasure. He was just going through the motions; we both seemed preoccupied. It wasn't just me who felt that way; I think he understood that this game was over." The wife hugged me tightly, heartbroken, and I hugged her back, feeling even more vulnerable. Yes, my wife is right, "Once two people's spirits die, their bodies will soon die too." During these times, including the artificial insemination and her own affair, the reason we could enjoy sexual pleasure while maintaining mutual respect was because our spiritual love was something no one else could penetrate.
A physical third party isn't scary; what's scary is a spiritual third party!
Speaking of "artificial insemination," I have to start from the beginning, a topic I haven't explained to everyone before.
My wife and I had been married for over two years, and our life was very harmonious. The only regret was that my parents always hoped for a grandchild, but after she and I went to two hospitals, we were completely disappointed! To be precise, I was utterly disappointed!
My sperm count was very low, insufficient for her to conceive. After nearly a year of costly and exhausting medical treatments, I had completely given up on having a child, while she never lost the desire to have a baby. Perhaps it's just a woman's nature.
After we both deliberately avoided this sensitive topic for a while, she finally revealed her hand one afternoon: "What should we do? I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I should find a hospital and get an artificial insemination?" "...After all, he's not my biological child..." I tried to refute her, but my voice was always soft and weaker. The thought of my petite and beautiful wife being implanted with those things by another man made my heart ache.
"We have no other choice. Look at your parents, the way they look at you, they just think it's my fault. Either you think it through and agree to a divorce, or you tell your parents the truth. I can't take it anymore! It's not that I don't love you, it's just that the environment doesn't allow it! I'm doing this for your own good, and I've thought about it for a very long time..." After my feeble attempts to argue, I was finally persuaded.
We researched extensively and looked at numerous examples online, ultimately deciding against going to the hospital. The many reports of sperm selling online terrified us. The once standardized and orderly sperm donation process had become a mere formality under the manipulation of some "sperm brokers." For a mere hundred or two yuan in "nutrition fees," even migrant workers and drifters were involved. The thought of those dirty genes flowing into my wife's uterus made my already fragile heart even more vulnerable. Finally, we decided to find the father of our future child online.
In the following days, we spent all our time in chat rooms, using alluring names and posting ambiguous and vague messages on BBS. Through shy words and ambiguous language, I found two men, and she found it even easier, sometimes several in a single night. However, we didn't tell them we were looking for a "father" for our wife; we wanted to gradually reveal that after getting to know them.
After getting a general idea of the men she knew (including some who could be considered male students) over the phone, we eliminated those with vulgar language and obviously unemployed tone, and those with poor physical attributes such as height and weight. I contacted two men under my wife's name, but one was quite good. He worked in Boshan, had a bachelor's degree, and was 32 years old (I didn't ask his job title). I met him under the pretense of having an affair. We agreed to only exchange pagers and cell phones initially, and not ask each other anything else. The only thing he mentioned online was that he had a two-year-old son, which was one of the factors that interested my wife and me the most. He was also good-looking, 181cm tall and 82kg, a very standard man. The only difference between us was that he was dark-skinned, while my wife and I are both fair-skinned. But he was a man with a child, which meant my wife and I no longer doubted his sexual prowess.
She also shortlisted a candidate, a man who was actually a boy (a senior in the Physical Education Department of Shandong University of Technology). We were interested in him because of his good looks: 186cm tall, 83kg, with fair skin, and similar to our own. Most importantly, we hoped our future baby would grow up to be a beautiful or handsome young man, and his genes seemed very suitable.
My wife initially told him she wanted to find a private insemination partner and would offer him 500 yuan as "compensation" each time. He initially disagreed, eventually saying he would either have sex with my wife once (in which case he wouldn't take any money) or not at all. However, after several phone conversations with him, my wife finally agreed to let him touch her body and breasts, and he agreed to avoid direct sexual contact. In return, he agreed to "donate."
After talking to my wife on the phone for over an hour, the man from Boshan gradually became convinced of my feelings and eagerly arranged to meet her that very evening in Zhangdian to "confess his love." My wife quickly told him not to rush things, as she was looking for a long-term relationship, and suggested that they meet first to get to know each other. He agreed, and they arranged to meet at a restaurant that evening.
That night, my wife dressed very sexily, but not in a seductive or flamboyant way. She wore a simple camel-yellow cashmere coat over a well-tailored dark wool dress, which accentuated the curvaceous figure of a married woman who had no children yet. My wife is the elegant and refined type, and everyone at work and among my friends said how lucky I was to have such a wonderful wife. As a result, as soon as we arrived at the restaurant, the man kept staring at her lecherously while talking to her.
The man had a buzz cut, a square face, and was indeed tall and imposing, with an impressive air about him. I figured he was probably a minor manager in some company or organization. Unfortunately, his attitude towards my wife completely erased any goodwill I had initially felt towards him. If it weren't for my goal of getting his sperm, I would have called my wife and told her to leave immediately. At that moment, I vaguely felt the sadness of being a man.
After dinner, my wife said goodbye to him amidst his expectant gaze. Although we were both quite satisfied with his appearance, my wife still said after we got home that it was still unsettling to sleep with a strange man right away, and that we should talk on the phone again and get to know each other better. When she said this, I felt a little better, thinking that my wife was, after all, a good woman, even if it was on the eve of this breach.
The man called her cell phone the next day. Although my wife went to the balcony to answer it, I could still hear her laughing and humming with him on the phone. My heart ached, and I decided it was better not to listen. I went to Sanlang Leisure Restaurant to drink alone. After drinking several bottles, urged by her phone, I took a taxi home. My wife was lying on the bed watching porn, her cheeks flushed. She looked at me excitedly, hinting at something. I understood perfectly and pounced on her... After nearly an hour of frenzy, we quieted down, exhausted. My wife hugged me, buried her head in my chest, and whispered, "He said he's fallen in love with me and will come to Zhangdian in a few days. I've calculated it; these two days are my ovulation days. If nothing unexpected happens, you can become a father next year..." I didn't look at her; I just felt an even greater emptiness in my heart.
The fourth day was the day he was supposed to arrive in Zhangdian. His wife finished work and slept until the afternoon, while I, her husband who she called a frequent business traveler, was already on my way to Shanghai as usual. Her phone rang around 4 PM; he was already in Zhangdian. After she finished getting ready, she said goodbye, and we hugged and kissed for about half a minute before separating and leaving together. She got into a taxi and hurried towards the shopping mall… It was very cold on the street. I wandered aimlessly, looking at the storefronts around me; my feet were probably frozen stiff. Finally, I sat alone at a table in the arcade on the second floor of Tianleyuan, my mind wandering. The phone rang around 8 PM. She said they had finished dinner and she was calling me from the bathroom. She didn't want to go to a hotel, partly because she was worried about safety, and partly because she always felt like a prostitute in those kinds of places. She might bring him home, so she could be more involved and it would be better for conception. I told her, "Do whatever you want. Call me when you're done!" Then we hung up. ...The phone rang again around eleven o'clock. The familiar number flashing incessantly on the screen signaled the end of a drama that was neither happy nor sad. I returned home dejectedly. The bedroom was dimly lit by the bedside lamp. The sweltering heat from the radiator carried the lingering scent of a strange man—a nauseating smell of tobacco and a faint odor of men's socks. The television was showing a scene of a white man frantically thrusting into a black woman like a stallion.
My wife lay on the disheveled cashmere blanket. She merely smiled at me. Her snow-white neck was visible through the bright red duvet cover, and I could see the two slender, beautifully curved shinbones rising and falling with her breath. I couldn't bear it and slowly pulled back the blanket. My wife's buttocks were propped up by a pillow. My wife turned on the bedside lamp, still warm from her recent sexual activity, and said, "It's inside..." She then bent her legs and spread them apart in front of me. The two labia that had been closed, revealing the entrance to her vagina, parted as she moved her legs. She inhaled sharply and thrust forward, squeezing out some white foam mixed with a slightly turbid, milky-white liquid. Some of it trickled down her perineum towards her anus.
I quickly used my hands to separate the soft labia at the entrance of her vagina, allowing the liquid to seep back into my wife's warm vagina. The pillow beneath her buttocks was already damp, smelling of semen. I felt a pang of regret for the wasted semen, but also a fear that even the slightest waste might cause this attempt to fail. I imagined the scene that had just unfolded: the strange man with his erection in front of me, my wife being used like a cheap, worthless prostitute, him relentlessly ejaculating his "treasure" into her vagina, then pulling out his weapon with a smug smile, secretly mocking that foolish man in Shanghai. His semen, sprayed into my wife's body, swarmed with joy and triumphant mockery, heading towards its final destination—the uterus.
She remained in that position for over an hour, and we were fairly certain that most of the man's semen had flowed into the cervix and entered the uterus. I continued to fantasize about those sperm, venturing into unfamiliar territory, attacking any egg they encountered, and then assaulting her lovely, round body. That night, the sky turned a fiery red, and I thought it might snow... On an ordinary day the following month, my wife came out of the bathroom, dejected, and ran to me with a sanitary napkin. The red bloodstains shattered all the hope we had held for over half a month. My wife told me not to be disappointed, that it was just bad luck, and that we could try again. But when I thought of that man's cigarette odor and wolfish eyes that night, I dismissed her suggestion. We contacted the physical education student again.
(V)
The student was already impatient. When we met, I insisted that he accept my money, so I would feel better, even though it was just self-deception. He was quite polite to me, perhaps because my situation moved him. The tall, handsome young man and I got completely drunk on our first drinking session! However, when we said goodbye, I still reminded him not to drink anymore these days. After shaking hands with me, he tightly gripped my wife's hand, shaking it repeatedly in farewell gestures, until my wife, perhaps hurt from his grip, pulled away. He still showed some embarrassment due to the alcohol. We saw him into a taxi and watched it drive away.
My wife wasn't as uneasy about sleeping with two strange men in a row as she had at the beginning, and I started to focus more on choosing the ovulation and implantation periods for her. In the days that followed, I kept calling him, telling him not to go out drinking and to be careful not to catch a cold, etc., which made him very angry. Fortunately, perhaps out of understanding, he tolerated it.
The calculated day finally arrived. It was impossible for me not to be nervous. Although it was the first time, the psychological knot didn't seem to have disappeared much.
We had dinner together, and finally, my wife and I decided to go to the only four-star hotel in our area, mainly because we were afraid that the student would get carried away and cause us trouble later.
The three of us drank half a bottle of dry red wine, and our faces were all slightly flushed. We took a taxi to the restaurant. After entering the room, no one said much. My wife went to change and take a shower, while he and I sat on the bed in the bedroom watching TV. I handed him a cigarette, which he lit and started smoking heavily. The sound of running water from the bathroom filled the air, and the scent of shampoo and body wash gradually wafted out from under the bathroom door. Under the dim nightlight in the room, the two men, enveloped in this languid fragrance, were each lost in their own thoughts. His eyes didn't look at me, but occasionally glanced at the light shining through the bathroom door, only to quickly return to their original direction. My wife emerged from under the door, enveloped in a cloud of steam.
Her damp hair was slightly curled, and she looked even more alluring in the dim light. Wearing her favorite silk nightgown, she walked quickly to the bed, threw off the blanket, and slipped into the already made bed.
I said to him, "You should take a shower too." He replied that he had already showered, so I insisted that he shower again, convincing him that a bath would improve blood circulation and help him sober up. He finally agreed, but dawdled while taking off his clothes, eventually entering the bathroom in his thermal underwear. The sound of running water resumed. I quietly went to the bedside and gently smoothed her damp hair, saying to her, "You should take the initiative later; it's too awkward between us." My wife nodded and whispered, "You need to relax a bit too, otherwise, judging from his expression, he might back out at the last minute." As soon as she said this, I panicked, afraid that all my efforts would be in vain.
When he came out after showering, he was still wearing his thermal underwear. Seeing him come out, I said, "Let me shower too." I went into the bathroom and left the water running, but did nothing. I wiped the water off the bathroom mirror with a towel and looked at my reflection, my face still flushed from the alcohol. Through the sound of the water, I could faintly hear my wife saying something to him outside. Then I heard his footsteps on the carpet as he walked towards the bed, followed by silence, except for the background noise of the television.
I slowly turned the water down, but not completely off. I knew it wouldn't be appropriate to go out now. Then I heard my wife's faint voice again, and then I heard the heavy thud of the mattress on the bed. "He's in bed!" my mind immediately went blank. A heavy feeling, like the pressure of the mattress, washed over me. I suppressed my urge to leave and forced myself to stand in front of the black marble sink.
I pressed my ear against the door and could hear their intermittent voices. His breathing gradually became heavier, and I could hear my wife's excited moans and gasps from inside. I guessed she was starting to guide his manhood into "work."
The sounds of their wet lips kissing mingled intermittently, and the creaking of the bed became more frequent. Their rising emotions stirred my own suppressed and heavy heart. I inexplicably began to feel excited, and my manhood hardened. The warm steam from the bathroom enveloped me, making me feel even more dizzy. My
wife seemed startled by something in the bedroom, letting out a soft "Ah" that vanished in an instant. I thought he had hurt her, so I turned off the tap. Sure enough, their voices became very faint. He was clever; he must have become gentler with my wife again. I turned the tap back on, and the rushing water once more masked my complex emotions and everything happening in the bedroom.
Unable to contain myself any longer in the sweltering bathroom, I quietly and very slowly opened the bathroom door and reached out to fumble for the bathroom light switch on the outside. I slipped out of the bathroom. The bedroom nightlight was on its dimmest setting, with only the backlight from the television casting a dim, flickering glow in the room. To my astonishment, he was on top of my wife. Her two pale, shapely legs were very conspicuous in the dim light, tightly pressed between his legs and stretched outwards. His white, firm buttocks were moving vigorously between her thighs. They were completely absorbed in this particular activity. I stood quietly like a stake by the bed. My wife's still-damp hair covered her face, and her two white breasts were held in the hands of that burly young man. They must have known I was there, but they seemed to regard me as an empty void in their world.
After nearly ten minutes of mechanical movement, the guy finally collapsed on top of her. My wife spread her thighs wide, her calves tightly gripping his waist, revealing the pillow under her buttocks. Seeing that pillow reminded me of the scene at home that day. The "sower" seemed to try to get up, but my wife's tightly held legs were no match for him. He stopped struggling and lay on top of her, as if he were pushing the "syringe" he'd inserted into her body deeper. He stayed like this for about six or seven minutes before my wife slowly parted her legs.
He straightened up, looked back at me, and then his gaze fell on the pile of clothes lying by the bed. He nimbly jumped off the bed, carefully covering my wife with a blanket. His limp member swayed and bounced with his movements. He quickly put on his thermal underwear, then ran to the outer bed to get a sweater and trousers. After tidying himself up, he didn't even take the cigarette I offered and was about to leave.
I hadn't forgotten my promise, so I took out 500 yuan as "nutrition money." He repeatedly refused, but his wife on the bed said, "Xiao X, you take it. Your brother will mind if you don't." He thought for a moment under the dim nightlight, then finally accepted it. He said goodbye to my wife and me, unlocked the door, and quickly left.
I fastened the doorknob, went back to the bedside, and turned on the bedside lamp. My wife squinted in the light, so I dimmed it a little. I lifted the blanket and began to examine the traces of the "sower." On the edge of the bed, a deep wet stain was visible on the snow-white sheet.
"He already came once. I just helped him masturbate a few times with my hand, and he ejaculated. I quickly caught it with my hand and tried to smear it on myself, but it didn't work. It just got sticky everywhere, so I let him put it in..." "Why didn't you call me? I brought a syringe. You could have just sucked it in and injected it back in." "He was so nervous then. If you had interfered, it would have been awkward for everyone. So I made the decision myself. Actually, I just wanted to have a child sooner..." As soon as she mentioned the word "child," I felt like I had no room to argue.
"But he really liked this. When he was penetrating me, he said to me, 'If I give you everything, can you let me be a father?' I said yes, and you mustn't leave any for me. Give it all to me. I need your good seed to bear fruit inside me. I will make you go from a boy to a real man and a father." Hearing this, I was aroused. I buried my head between my wife's legs. Just now, this place was a place of intense battle, but now it had calmed down. My wife lay there quietly, her buttocks raised high by a pillow, peacefully enjoying the semen that had just been ejaculated inside her, which had now liquefied into a warm and gentle stream flowing along her diagonally shaped vagina toward her warm, moist, and tender uterus.
It's really strange to think about it. Because of my impotence, my wife's vagina can be entered by one strange man after another. I even hope that the reproductive excrement of those strange men will be violently sprayed into my wife's originally hidden private parts. The semen of different men can enter the same woman's vagina. Sperm groups carrying different genes are about to combine with an egg with the same genes. I look at the soft flesh in front of me that seems both strange and familiar. I smell the charming body scent that used to emanate from the entrance of this secret place. Today, however, it is mixed with the body scent of another strange man who has just left here.
Previously, only I could enter and cultivate her soft, tender walls. Just ten minutes ago, another man's fleshy pillar had scraped and withdrawn from her tender flesh, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Now I know that no man, even those called "turtles," could feel anything more like me. I want to offer my wife to another man's "gun," and let them thrust inside her, finally shooting streams of hot, normally despised "bullets" completely into her cavity, while she lies there quietly, enjoying the thick, grayish-white, fishy-smelling bodily fluids that these men expel—fluff that could forever cuckold me.
The more I thought about it, the more another desire stirred within me. I began to eagerly prepare myself, but my wife refused. She said she didn't want to be tired anymore and wanted to get some sleep. I thought about it and agreed. So, while stroking her still wet and lubricated opening, I placed her neck on my shoulder, and the couple, dreaming of a beautiful future, drifted off to sleep in this corner of the city.
She got pregnant as she wished. Some strong sperm from that guy burrowed into the body of one of the beautiful eggs my wife released, and began to divide, develop and grow vigorously in her uterus. I often happily imagine what the child to be born will look like. I have completely forgotten about what happened in the past. Although I was once upset by a phone call from the boy who is actually the father of the child, after my wife told him that she would let him see the child after it was born, he disappeared and remained silent.
As fate would have it, when my wife was four months pregnant, she caught the flu. Although it only lasted three or four days, the serious advice of the doctor revealed that there might be residual flu virus in her body. This disease has no effect on adults, but it is terrible for a three- or four-month-old fetus, causing irreversible and lifelong diseases such as deformities and cerebral palsy. In the end, with no choice and after weighing the pros and cons, we had to terminate the pregnancy that we had worked so hard to have... I told my grieving wife that this child might not have been meant for us from the start, and to forget about it. We can "continue" with other babies. My wife asked with tears in her eyes, "Doesn't it hurt?" I said that as long as you can have a child, I don't care about anything else.
After saying this, my wife hugged me tightly and sobbed.
(VI)
In subsequent attempts to find a partner online, we gradually abandoned the method because it was too troublesome and unstable. We thought of finding a partner locally. Although this was the first method we considered abandoning, now we realize it is actually the safest and most effective one. Only friends truly know you, especially your best buddies! If we can get them to abandon the idea that "a friend's wife is not to be trifled with," I think this is the best way. Moreover, this is also the best way to prevent my wife from being afraid of strange men.
Through my wife's and my repeated observations, Shao Jianjun came into our view. He was my junior high school classmate. After graduating from vocational school, he went out on his own and achieved considerable success. In school, he was our class's sports representative, very physically strong. He wasn't extremely tall, but at 1.8 meters, he was considered a very standard man. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose. When he came to our new home to cause trouble, he even pinched my wife's buttocks while drunk (she told me this later). Later, when he came to visit, he made many risqué jokes with my wife and me. Most importantly, my wife had some feelings for him. Sometimes, during intimate moments, as some friends have described, she would use him as a hypothetical sexual object for her. He married more than a year later than us. His wife was a female employee who used to work for him. She wasn't very beautiful, but she was very virtuous, and very similar to my wife.
After deciding on the source of our future seed, we started frequently inviting Jianjun to our house. Jianjun enjoyed it immensely, and we often ended up getting completely drunk, telling more and more dirty jokes. Gradually, I started making jokes about my wife and her private affairs in front of him. At first, Jianjun was uncomfortable, but seeing how open I was, he gradually started complaining about his wife's lack of stamina and thinness in bed when I sometimes talked about my wife and me. He even told my wife that it was a blessing for him to have a wife like her. I began to feel that our goal should be achieved soon.
He hadn't come for half a month. When he came back, he told me that his wife was pregnant. Hearing this, my heart started pounding wildly, as if he were talking about my wife being pregnant. Sometimes, even when I saw him happily joking and drinking with us at our house, seeing his active and strong body, I couldn't help but think about the countless good seeds flowing in his two seed banks, wondering when they would flow into my wife's body and make her as pregnant as his wife.
As his wife's pregnancy progressed, his visits became less frequent. Sometimes I would whisper to him about a beautiful woman who had recently come to a certain place, suggesting we go find her to "satisfy" him at night. He would excitedly agree, but unfortunately, things always got in the way. When his wife was about eight months pregnant, his mother came from his hometown to help look after her, and his visits started happening more often again.
During this time, we started watching porn together, and gradually we began watching 3P, 4P, and 5P porn together. Sometimes, after we'd all had drinks, my wife would stay and "enjoy" it with us. After his initial restraint and slight unease, he quickly became as attentive as if my wife wasn't there. Occasionally, we'd comment, and my wife would sweetly ask, "Is this okay? Can this woman handle it?" I thought to myself, if I weren't here, this guy would have already pinned my wife down and said, "Okay, now I'll show you whether you can handle it!"
Sometimes when he came to my house, I would deliberately bring up pornographic or threesome articles online and leave them on the screen before going to the kitchen with my wife to cook. Every time I passed the study, he would be engrossed in reading them. I don't think any man dislikes such plots and stories.
During the long months of waiting, the jokes we made became increasingly outrageous. Sometimes, emboldened by alcohol, I would tell him, when he was also drunk, how much my wife liked him, and sometimes during intimate moments, I would say things like, "If you were here, I would do this and that." He would look at my wife and then laugh out loud or continue drinking heavily. My wife would always say, half-jokingly and half-shyly, "What are you saying? It's all nonsense." She would usually run to the bedroom, and I would joke, "Look at Jianjun, your little X is still shy. She actually wants you to come in, haha." And Jianjun would say, half-jokingly, "Okay, I'm going, haha." But it was always just talk, though I knew that day was approaching.
It was a rainy day. As usual, we had nowhere to go, so we got together to drink. His wife had already been admitted to the hospital, and he rarely went home anymore. He often slept on the sofa at my place at night. That night, I tried to get him drunk, and gradually he started to talk a lot. By 11 p.m., he was already incoherent. My wife had also drunk quite a bit, which was unusual for her. We put him on our bed, and I nervously let my wife sleep in the middle. In the middle of the night, he sobered up a lot, but I didn't sleep. I continued to pretend to be drunk and fast asleep. He probably wanted to get some water. After groping around for a while, I saw him sit up, raise his head, and then not move. He must have sensed something was wrong next to him. After a short while, he quietly fell asleep again. A little while later, he tossed and turned several times. I knew he was starting to get restless.
Sure enough, he called my wife's and my names several times. I responded with silence and snoring. He stopped calling. A rustling sound came from the darkness. He touched my wife's breast with one hand and was probably gently squeezing it. My wife let out a soft moan. He then boldly moved his hand down below. My wife, "in her sleep," spread her legs and moaned softly, slightly lifting her buttocks towards his hand. Then she called my name and turned to hug him with her arm.
He called my name a few more times in my direction, but I remained unmoved. Then my wife placed her legs on his legs as well, and reached down to his groin with one hand. He hugged my wife's body, rolled over, and lay on top of her. He groped under the covers to take off his own shorts, then groped to pull down hers, spreading my wife's legs apart with his own. My wife let out a soft "hmm..." and I knew that Jianjun had inserted his penis into my wife's body.
He didn't dare to move too much, only using very small movements, and he didn't dare to use any fancy tricks or movements, just the most ordinary missionary position. My wife gradually began to feel comfortable, kicking off the blanket with her legs and wrapping them around his thick waist. The squelching sounds from below gradually became clearer, and I think they were both stimulated to the point of being wet. My penis also swelled up, and I really wanted to push Jianjun down and thrust in hard.
Jianjun calmed down in no time. When he got off my wife, he quietly crawled back to where he had been lying. I immediately rolled over and, using the lubricated wetness at the entrance of my wife's vagina, thrust my penis inside. Jianjun must know now that I know what had just happened between him and my wife, but he didn't say anything, lost in thought in the darkness. I could feel the warm semen he had left inside my wife's vagina. The thought that this semen, containing countless active sperm from Shao Jianjun, was now in the gap between my penis and the walls of my wife's vagina, aroused me greatly. I began to thrust into her in the same position that Shao Jianjun had used to penetrate my wife.
As I thrust, I fantasized that my best friend's fresh, thick semen was being pushed deeper and faster into my wife's vagina by my penis, helping Shao Jianjun's offspring swim towards my wife's uterus. I became even more excited. My wife had just been pierced by Jianjun's weapon beneath me, and now I was continuing to rub her flesh walls and warm, moist little hole. She was already extremely aroused, moaning long, and her tender little cavity began to squeeze my penis. I tried my best to hold back and wanted to go on a little longer, but with her repeated squeezing, I felt a heat in my abdomen and finally ejaculated all my semen.
My wife's cervix, already scalded by Jianjun's hot semen, was now being swept by my semen. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly, her upper arms wrapped around my body, and her legs clamped around my waist, rendering me immobile. I knew she was experiencing an intense orgasm… When we woke up in the morning, neither of us mentioned anything. Jianjun seemed slightly uneasy. My wife remained in bed, cherishing the seed planted by a third man besides her husband, allowing the sperm, carrying the sole purpose of reproduction, to pass through the long, narrow passage of her body, to nurture a beautiful new life.
Afterwards, Jianjun and I lost contact for a while because of my wife's childbirth, but he didn't know that the seed he unintentionally planted had begun to blossom and bear fruit in my wife's womb. It seems that when his first child is almost a year old, he will become a father again. Unfortunately, this secret is known only to my wife and me.
(VII)
Ever since we told that college student he might be going to be a father, he seemed frightened and never contacted us again, and we couldn't reach him either. However, because his wife unfortunately contracted an illness and had an abortion, he never became a father.
Then one day, that engineering student suddenly called again, hesitantly saying he wanted to see his sister-in-law. I said, "Okay, I'll tell your sister-in-law and see if she's willing." When I got home, I told my wife, and she asked me, "What do you think?" I thought for a moment and said to her, "What do you think of him?" "He's alright, quite honest." "Okay then." I said, "Then I'll invite him over." On Saturday, I called his cell phone and arranged to meet him somewhere. As usual, we'd have dinner and drinks first, and then I'd invite him to my house.
When we met that evening, I noticed he had deliberately dressed up; he even had hairspray on, making him look even more handsome. What amused me was that he was wearing a suit. I wondered if he wanted to look more mature? I didn't reveal my amusing thought, but when my wife saw him, she seemed to like him and even said, "So handsome..." His face immediately turned red.
After a few bottles of wine, both my wife and he blushed. We chatted and laughed, and he told us about his girlfriend and his current job. While I was in the restroom and taking a phone call, he also told my wife about his sexual incompatibility with his girlfriend and how he preferred mature women like me. My wife smiled sweetly at his compliments. Of course, my wife told me this later, and I could still see the bliss on her face.
Around 10 pm, I suggested we go home, and the three of us took a taxi to my place. After getting out of the taxi, I suggested he help my wife upstairs. He hesitated for a moment, then went up to help her, but she pushed him away, saying, "At the door." He immediately stepped back, gave me a questioning look, and walked at the back.
After my wife opened the door, she kicked off her shoes, not even changing into slippers, and ran barefoot into the bedroom like a joyful, rutting deer. I guess the alcohol was taking effect; he immediately went straight to the sofa, sat down with his head down, and I tugged at him, pointed to the bedroom, and whispered, "I won't go in. Be nice to your sister-in-law." "Ah..." He seemed a little slow to react, so I pulled him up, pushed him into the bedroom, and closed the door behind me. But I locked the automatic latch from the inside, so the door was only slightly ajar. I turned off the living room light and turned on the TV on the sofa, but not very loudly. I could hear some sounds from the bedroom, a faint, almost suggestive rustling sound. I sat on the sofa, my eyes on the screen, but my mind was racing, trying to figure out which part of my wife's warm body he had touched.
After a while, the sounds of kissing and being kissed became audible. His wife's moans gradually grew clearer, and he mumbled "I miss...I miss you..." They were probably locked in a tight embrace and kissing. A moment later, a heavy leather shoe slammed onto the floor, followed a moment later by another shoe, though the sound indicated it had been carefully slipped off. The Simmons mattress creaked under pressure, and the intermittent sounds of
lips kissing skin seeped through the crack in the door into the living room. Listening to the sounds and lost in thought, I felt a surge of desire. I tiptoed over, gently pried open a tiny crack with my fingers, and pressed my ear against the bedroom doorway.
The wife's moans grew louder and louder. I didn't know where he was sucking on her, but she suddenly let out a surprised sound and involuntarily gasped, followed by rapid "Ah...ah ah" sounds. Then, I heard the sound of the automatic belt buckle being pulled open, the crisp sound of the belt buckle being undone, and the rustling sound of the fabric rubbing against each other as her clothes were being removed—all clearly audible. Amidst the wife's moans, a seemingly unwilling groan suddenly appeared, but it was quickly suppressed by another mouth kissing her, leaving only the rapid breathing of both of them.
At one point, the wife's breathing became sudden again, even more rapid and irregular, mixed with the sounds of skin touching and thrusting. I didn't know how much fluid her vagina had been holding in, but the sounds of his organ thrusting inside her echoed in the bedroom. Perhaps they realized the sound was too loud, so it subsided for a moment, but quickly resumed intermittently.
The wife's moans were distorted by his thrusting, and his breathing was like the panting of a young bull. Outside the door, I was throbbing uncomfortably, my desire reaching its peak. Inside the bedroom, the sounds of our thrusting grew heavier and faster. A few minutes later, he seemed to be deliberately suppressing his voice, as if afraid to let it out, before a series of pleasurable "mmm...mmm..." sounds abruptly ceased. I, too, reached my climax and rushed to the bathroom to masturbate in the dark.
Afterward, I stood in the bathroom, calming myself, reliving the moment. Suddenly, the light came on, the door opened, and he entered. Seeing me, he paused, perhaps in a hurry to get to the bathroom; he was only wearing white underwear, with a damp stain of residual semen on his crotch.
I immediately reacted, smiling at him, and said, "Is your sister-in-law satisfied?" He seemed still recovering from his orgasm; the "smile" on his dazed expression was hard to categorize. "Not bad, brother, I just needed to pee..." No wonder my wife liked him; his honest smile—that was the source of his charm.
Another two weeks passed peacefully. One afternoon, he called me again. He hesitated on the phone, saying he wanted to come to my house. After I agreed, he said there was something else he wanted to tell me. I immediately wondered what he would say.
He became even more hesitant, but finally said it: he had a very close old classmate, Hua Zi, with whom he shared everything. Once, during a conversation, he couldn't help but mention this. His classmate Hua Zi didn't believe him at all and said that if it were true, he wanted to get involved too. At first, he refused, but after Hua Zi repeatedly assured him that he would keep it a secret, he finally agreed to come and ask me.
I remained silent for a long time. He thought I was angry and argued on the phone that if it didn't work out, he would come himself. I replied, "Let's ask my wife first and respect her opinion." That evening, after my wife got off work, I brought it up with her. She smiled and asked, "Do you agree?" I said, "As long as you're happy, I'm really happy too. If you're willing, I have no objections." My wife laughed so hard she almost fell over, saying, "Really? Don't be jealous!" I said, "As long as they keep quiet, it's fine. After all, he has a lot of energy, and it's not the first time, so they're quite familiar with each other. Besides, I bet you enjoyed it too, didn't you?" My wife deliberately scolded me, saying, "You're the one who enjoyed it, aren't you? Don't you like watching and listening?" Then she said gently, "Actually, I feel okay about him; I feel very safe with him." I asked her why. My wife said, "The main thing is that I was pregnant with his child last time, and I always have complicated feelings for him..." Hearing this, I hurriedly pressed her for more information. She got impatient and snapped, "Go away, you men don't understand." Although I felt a slight pang of jealousy, I still wanted my wife to be happy, so I called him and arranged for them to come over for dinner on Saturday night. He repeatedly assured me that Hua Zi was a very good person, definitely a best friend, and that I shouldn't worry. I trusted his words, having met him a few times before, so I looked forward to Saturday night.
On Saturday evening, we prepared early; a table was already set with dishes, mostly store-bought ready-made food. My wife said that cooking fumes and stains would ruin her image, so she only made two cold dishes: celery and shrimp salad and lotus root slices, for everyone to enjoy with their drinks.
At 7 o'clock sharp, they knocked on the door. My wife quickly ran to the dressing table in the bedroom to look in the mirror, probably doing her final touches. Women always prioritize their image in front of strange men. When she entered the bedroom, she closed the door behind her.
I opened the door; he was standing in front, and behind him, needless to say, was Hua. I let them in, and everyone sat down. Hua's eyes were scanning something; I guessed he was wondering where the lady of the house was.
Then his eyes returned, landing on my face for a moment, probably wondering if he would really be making love with this man's wife here tonight?
I felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and he seemed to realize something was amiss. I turned and called towards the bedroom, "Xiao Zhao and the others are here. Come out." The door opened in response. I really admire women; in the blink of an eye, she had let down the bun she had been wearing while cooking. Her face was clean and fair, probably with a touch of makeup. She was wearing a black crew-neck sweater and ordinary black straight-leg pants. Although this all-black outfit was nothing special, it only accentuated my wife's clean and elegant demeanor. Just a moment ago, a woman was chopping vegetables noisily in the kitchen; in the blink of an eye, she had transformed into a poised and virtuous lady. I couldn't help but admire my wife's efficiency.
Needless to say, Xiao Zhao was a bit over the top. Hua Zi was staring intently at his wife, who nudged me with her foot. I then started gesturing for everyone to grab their chopsticks and start drinking. My wife poured us drinks; today we had Yellow River Dragon, 38 proof. My wife and I didn't want them to drink too much, so we agreed on just one bottle, and that would be it. Zhao didn't refuse, and my wife filled his glass. Hua Zi initially refused to drink, but under my wife's gentle persuasion and Zhao's encouragement, he finally had a full glass.
The atmosphere at the table grew increasingly lively, and the 1.5 jin of Yellow River Dragon was quickly devoured. Everyone was now chatting like old friends. My wife told them to call her Sister Wen, and her gentle calls of "Zhao" and "Hua Zi" encouraged them to finish their last drinks. It wasn't that we wanted them to drink too much, but alcohol was a very good catalyst for breaking the initial awkwardness and melting away the unfamiliarity.
My wife also drank nearly a glass. Her face flushed after drinking, like she had applied a thin layer of rouge. After tidying up the table and living room, I turned on the DVD player. I remember playing that "Three's Company" DVD that I never tired of watching. When the beautiful, swaying tropical coconut trees appeared on the screen, I quietly turned off the living room
light.

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