My wife who loves threesomes [The End]

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My wife, Jiamei, studied broadcasting and hosting in college. She speaks fluently, is 1.67 meters tall, and always maintains a weight of around 100 pounds. So, while she appears tall, her body is quite curvaceous. Her breasts aren't the typical large-breasted type, but they appear quite large, perhaps because of her slim waist, making them very alluring. Her face is even more stunning; her eyes are always large and captivating, her lips are rosy and glossy—she's absolutely ethereal. In addition, she received a good education from a young age, is gentle and sensible, filial to her parents, and loves me dearly. She exudes an aristocratic air of pride yet is also understanding and likable. My wife has snow-white skin and not a single scar on her body. Making love with a woman like her would be something I'd gladly die for.

I'm a passionate young man, ambitious since childhood, and from a well-off family. Now I have my own career with a considerable income, which led my wife to quit her job to focus on taking care of our family and me. Our marital relationship is an enviable example for all our relatives and friends.

I remember when we first started dating, my wife was just a young girl, 19 years old. She studied broadcasting and hosting, and I work as a wedding emcee. We quickly discovered our shared interests and strengths, leading to a passionate romance. When we met, my wife was still a virgin. The first time, she cried from the pain. Afterward, she became increasingly aware of sex and more wanton in my presence. Of course, she's always been a reserved woman in public.

We've lived together for so long, and her body has always belonged only to me. In her mind, she's the epitome of a conservative Eastern woman. I know many people fantasize about having sex with my wife. That's understandable; she's so alluring. But I've never worried because she had a strict upbringing and is not that kind of person. Besides, our sex life is fulfilling and harmonious; she's not a lonely, empty slut. In contrast, I'm more open-minded than her. I often tell her erotic stories, and we get really wild during sex, using all sorts of vulgar language. While I don't advocate wife-swapping or incest, I don't oppose it either. We have many sex toys we bought online, which keeps our sex life fresh. We make love anytime, anywhere. We've done it in the office, in the car, by the river while camping, on the mountain while traveling, and even at the stairwell of our apartment building—we almost got caught once!

My ideal wife is a lady of leisure, a skilled cook in the kitchen, and a vixen in bed. Everything about her makes our life so wonderful.

《Making Love with My Wife》

My work is easy every day, but I often come home very late. Because I'm a wedding emcee, wedding banquets often end very late. My wife often goes out shopping, visits her sister, stays home, or comes with me to emcee when I have something to do in the evening. Then we go home together, and every time we get home, we make love. We have many houses, and we live separately from our parents, so it's just the two of us at home. We go from the balcony to the kitchen, and then go to bed very late.

This particular night, I was still emceeing and didn't get home until very late.

When I got home, I took a shower and went into the room without putting on any clothes. As soon as I opened the door, a sweet fragrance wafted into my nose. The room was dimly lit, and my wife was half-reclining on the bed, with a bottle of red wine and a hamburger prepared for me on the bedside table. My alluring wife turned to face me as I entered.

"Darling, I've been waiting for you forever!" she said, her expression a mixture of pity and flirtatiousness.

"My dear wife, I've taken a shower, can we get in bed now?"

"Come here..." My wife stretched out her delicate hand, her snow-white arm gently waving at me. With a flick of her wrist, the silk blanket covering her slid down her smooth, sexy body to her waist. I then realized that my wife was completely naked. As she moved, her large, white breasts swayed. Her nipples were a deep red, clearly already somewhat erect. Her hair was disheveled, obviously not styled for my return. My wife's lower body was covered by a silk blanket, but it couldn't hide her sexy body. Her plump buttocks, fair thighs, and small feet with painted nails were rubbing against each other. The moment this erotic scene came into my view, my penis became erect, like a small cannon. Before I could speak, my wife, seeing I wasn't coming closer, lifted one leg, and the entire silk blanket slid off her body. My wife's pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was long, concentrated above her vagina, with a few strands on either side of her labia. Clearly, my wife had groomed her pubic hair before I came back. Her vagina glistened with glistening droplets, indicating she had just showered and hadn't dried herself properly. It could also be vaginal fluid; my wife was very wet. I couldn't resist any longer. I rushed to my wife, hugged her, and vigorously fondled her two papaya-like breasts, kissing her lips. My wife whispered sweetly in my ear, "Gently...gently...darling." The more she said that, the more excited I became, and I stroked her breasts harder. I lay on top of her, holding her and kissing her earlobe. She was already a little overwhelmed. I kissed her neck again, then turned to her cunt, sticking out my tongue and licking her pubic hair. She was already very aroused. Her cunt was constantly flowing with lustful fluid, a little pungent, but always tempting. My penis was also rock hard at this moment. My wife moaned loudly as I made her... "I want it, I want it, I want it..."

"Little bitch, tell your big-cocked husband what you want?"

"Little bitch wants her husband's big meat stick."

My wife often insulted herself like this during sex, and we were both very excited at this moment. I licked her cunt, observing her expression. Her face was flushed, like a horny bitch in heat. She touched my head with one hand, pressing it down repeatedly, making me lick her vulva, while her other hand held my penis. I pressed my lower body against my wife's face, and she took the opportunity to put my penis in her mouth. She licked it passionately, sometimes sucking, sometimes blowing, sometimes holding my penis and licking the glans, sometimes putting my testicles in her mouth. I saw that my wife seemed to be unable to take it anymore, so I lay down on the bed, my penis erect. My wife's eyes were dazed, but she knew what to do next. She straddled me, holding my penis, and slowly sat down. My wife's vulva was so comfortable, tight, and full of flesh; it could be called the world's number one slutty vulva. Her juices had already flowed from my penis to my testicles, and the sheets were soaked. When my penis was only halfway in her vulva, my wife tilted her head back and cried out passionately, "Ah..." I saw that my wife hadn't put my penis all the way in, so I thrust my hips forward. My wife let out a loud "Ah..." Seeing how incredibly aroused she was, I thrust my hips rhythmically, pumping into her. She kept her head tilted back, mouth wide open, her chest seemingly pushing forward with all her might, her breasts swaying up and down. She was half-squatting. My seductive wife pressed her hands against my body, moaning incessantly, "Ah...ah...ah...ahhhhhhh, so good, husband, fuck me, fuck this little slut's cunt. Ah...oh...ah...oh...ah...oh, oh, oh, husband, so good. Husband, you're so amazing, fuck this little slut, make this little slut feel good. Oh oh ah...oh oh ah...um...ah...um...ah...oh!"

The woman-on-top position was always my wife's favorite. Seeing how aroused she was, I grabbed her hands and increased the speed of my thrusts, my cock slamming into her cunt. The squelching sounds and my wife's wanton moans filled the room, making me thrust even faster. Faced with my onslaught, my wife's legs quickly gave way, and she knelt down, collapsing onto me. I picked her up, and she clung to me like an old tree with its roots. Holding her buttocks, I continued thrusting into her, a position she always loved.

"Oh...oh...ah...eh...um...oh..." My wife's moans were incredibly beautiful.

"Dick husband, fuck me to death, don't stop, it feels so good, so good, so good..."

"Husband, husband, I'm going to heaven...it feels so good, so good...so good...I'm going to...go to heaven...it feels so good...so good...I'm going to...I'm going to...I'm going to...I'm going to...I'm going to...it feels so good...I'm going to orgasm...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to orgasm..."

I was fucking my wife's pussy hard. Soon, her legs tightened around my waist, she convulsed, twisted her hips a few times, and her whole body went limp, collapsing onto the bed. I knew she had orgasmed. I was also covered in sweat and lay down. My wife, like a slutty bitch, climbed onto my lap, rested her head on my thigh, and licked my purplish-red glans. Then she put my entire penis in her mouth, pressing it against her throat, almost spitting it out, but refusing to put it down.

I hadn't ejaculated yet, so my penis was still rock hard. My wife looked at me with alluring, seductive eyes, my penis covered in her saliva. She spat out my penis and made me eat the dinner she had prepared for me on the bedside table. I drank red wine, ate a hamburger, and enjoyed my wife giving me oral sex. My slutty wife was still licking, so I lifted her head and pulled her into my arms.

My wife stroked my chest, lying against it, like a little bird nestled against me. She said slyly, "Honey, you made me feel so good just now. You're so naughty, you hurt me so much." I tapped her nose and smiled at her.

My wife was exhausted, and it was 11 pm outside. We talked like this in bed. My wife's thigh pressed against my body, and she hugged me. Her mind seemed blank, a smile on her lips, her eyes half-open, listening to me recount what she had seen and heard that day. This is our married life—passionate and romantic.

I suddenly remembered that an online friend was coming to visit tomorrow. I had offered to host him online. We met online while playing games; he was from Xinjiang, traveling to our area. We had chatted a lot online, and he had just gotten married and was on his honeymoon with his wife all over the country. I had offered to host him online and decided to let him and his wife stay at my house.

I even joked with my wife, saying, "I wonder if the girls in Xinjiang are as sexy as you!" My wife said "Go away" and slapped me. We fell asleep peacefully.

《Ashan Arrives》

In the morning, I got up early for my morning exercise. When I came back, my wife had already prepared breakfast. My wife and I sat down to eat breakfast together. The sweetness of last night's orgasm still lingered on her face. I kept teasing and "sarcastically" teasing her, "Does your pussy hurt? You were so horny last night." My wife pretended to ignore me. I

had nothing to do today, and since my online friend was coming, I decided to go with my wife to the train station to pick him up and his wife.

After breakfast, we watched the news for a while and then drove off. At nine o'clock, my online friend finally emerged from the train station exit. Although I had never met him in person, I had seen his photos online, and since he was from Xinjiang, he was easy to spot in a crowd. He quickly saw me too, and we shook hands and hugged. My online friend was about my height, and his name was Adilshan; we called him Ashan. His wife was very beautiful, with big eyes and a high nose, comparable to my wife. Her name was Mumeizi, a beautiful name, containing the character "Mei" (beauty) like my wife's. We got into the car together and drove to my father's house. My mother had already prepared lunch, and after chatting for a while, we started eating. Ashan and Meizi both praised my mother's cooking, and we had a very enjoyable lunch.

In the afternoon, we took our online friends to several scenic spots in our hometown, and Ashan suggested we go back to my house. So we went home early.

Ashan told me he liked our house; back in his hometown, everyone lived in the mountains, which were very unclean. Our house was very clean and comfortable. In the evening, after dinner, the four of us played cards for a while. My wife took Meizi to the supermarket to buy things. Ashan and I watched TV in the living room, talking and drinking red wine. Ashan is a very open person; he used to joke with me about sexual things when we chatted online. We became more and more open in our conversation. He started talking about his and his wife's sex life, telling me that his wife was very sexy in bed. I also started telling him about my wife, Jiamei. We had a great time talking. Ashan put down his wine glass, took out his laptop, opened a password-protected document, and showed it to me with a smile. I looked at it, and wow, it was nude photos of his wife! He's really open-minded. We watched and laughed, my penis already secretly hard. Soon, my wife and Meizi returned. We turned off the computer and continued watching TV as if nothing had happened. The two of them joined our conversation. My wife suggested singing, so we turned on the stereo and sang happily. We drank and played cards for a while. Meizi said she was a little tired, and my wife said she was tired too. Ashan said he wanted to talk to me more tonight, so Meizi and my wife slept together, and Ashan and I slept together. Lying in bed, Ashan and I continued our erotic conversation. He turned on the computer again and showed me pictures of his wife, Meizi, in

many

lewd poses. We became more and more open in our conversation. Ashan said he had long wanted to see his wife being with another man. Hearing this, I became even more lustful. Ashan had already figured out I was a lecher, so he asked me, "Want to sleep with my wife?" I acquiesced. The two perverts decided to take action… We decided to first check out the room where my wife and Meizi were sleeping.

We tiptoed to their door, and sure enough, it wasn't locked. We opened it easily. The light inside was dim. We could vaguely see two people lying there, covered with blankets. My wife and Meizi both had great figures; the thin blankets accentuated their hot bodies. Meizi's breasts looked round and large. We quietly went in. I slowly lifted the blankets covering them.

Wow, a scene that would make anyone want to commit a crime was revealed before us. The two were wearing lace pajamas, and since they had just showered, they weren't wearing underwear. The pajamas were very thin, especially my wife's. She usually only wore them to me; how could she have imagined that this pervert, Ah Shan, would see them? My wife's pajamas were actually just a thin layer of gauze, revealing her breasts completely, and the black pubic hair below made anyone who saw her want to fuck her.

Who would have thought that Ah Shan, that clumsy guy, would get lustful the moment he saw my wife's breasts and grab them with his big hand. My wife was a deep sleep, but Ah Shan's grip was too strong, waking her up instantly. My wife slightly opened her eyes, and Ah Shan quickly dashed out the door. I slipped away before she could open her eyes completely.

We sneaked into our room, completely terrified. It took us half an hour to calm down. We both knew what would happen if our wives found out.

Especially me, my wife has always been against me talking about wife-swapping. I figured if she knew I let Ah Shan touch her breasts, she'd kill me. Oh, thankfully she didn't find out.

We were both too scared to do anything more. My heart calmed down a lot. We also cancelled our lecherous plan. To be precise, we didn't have any plans; we just got lustful and went to their room to take a look. But I was jealous that Ah Shan touched my wife's breasts, because I didn't get to touch Meizi's big breasts. What a pity. We went to sleep, thinking it was all over, because we thought we'd never have another chance, that we'd lost our lust. Who knew that the next day's events would be so strange, making me see my wife in a new light.

"Miko is Sick"

The next day, everyone got up early. The four of us ate breakfast together. I observed my wife's expression, because I suspected she'd discovered us in her room the night before. But everything seemed normal to her in the morning. I was relieved.

During the day, we went sightseeing again. However, something happened in the afternoon. Miko suddenly said she wasn't feeling well. Ashan, as her husband, was very worried. We went to the hospital immediately. Unfortunately, Miko's appendicitis had flared up. Ashan, however, was quite calm. He said Miko would have surgery there. It's conceivable that Ashan and Miko would be staying at home for at least half a month, waiting for Miko to recover.

Soon, we decided to arrange the surgery for Meizi. We found a doctor, and through a local acquaintance, I secured a private room for her. The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow. However, the doctor instructed that Meizi would need to be hospitalized for observation tonight. Meizi looked annoyed at the trouble we had caused, repeatedly apologizing for the inconvenience. As friends, we didn't mind at all. Ashan also seemed very embarrassed. That evening, the hospital arranged everything. The doctor told Meizi to rest early. Ashan insisted on staying with her, but Meizi was understanding and genuinely needed rest. So Ashan went home with us, leaving Meizi alone in the room. Besides, the hospital wasn't far from our home, and the surgery was tomorrow. We went home with peace of mind.

Once home, the straightforward Xinjiang man finally showed his unease. He kept asking questions, and my wife and I could see how concerned he was about Meizi. I whispered to my wife, "Let's find a way to cheer him up and not let him be so melancholy." My wife, quick-witted as ever, suggested I drink with him to cheer him up. She also suggested playing cards with him to improve his mood.

She took two bottles of red wine from the refrigerator, but Ah Shan remained melancholy. We continued drinking, and when we hadn't drunk much, she brought out the cards. To perk him up, I suggested the loser drink as a penalty. Everyone agreed. I started playing seriously, and Ah Shan finally forgot his sadness and became happy. I secretly winked at my wife, praising her for doing a good job. She smiled smugly. Speaking

of cards, my wife was really good; she didn't lose a dozen rounds in a row. Ah Shan and I both drank quite a bit of red wine as penalties. Fortunately, the wine was low in alcohol, so we didn't get drunk. I decided to seriously beat my wife in one round and put an end to her arrogance. Sure enough, Ah Shan and I defeated her this time. She, who never drinks, was faced with a glass of red wine, which, although not strong, was enough to put her in a difficult position. My wife wanted to cheat, and I agreed, but Ah Shan disagreed. Finally, despite my persuasion, she picked up her wine glass and downed the red wine in one gulp. Ah Shan and I applauded her. Whether it was dizziness or the wine, my wife lost three rounds in a row, drinking three glasses of wine in one go.

When I noticed her, her face was flushed. A blush that was almost heartbreaking, but it felt a little different from the flush of drunkenness. She started rambling incoherently and playing cards haphazardly. She accidentally put her hand on Ah Shan's thigh, patting it and calling my name, then realized her mistake and laughed. I knew my wife was drunk. As the saying goes, "In vino veritas," and after drinking, my wife started using vulgar language and suggestive words that she rarely used. It was summer, and she wore a dress with a low neckline. She often bent over laughing, revealing most of her snow-white breasts. Ah Shan, being lecherous, stared intently at her breasts. He kept praising my wife's beauty, and she would just chuckle.

When I observed her face again, I finally realized why her complexion looked different from other people's flushed faces when drunk; hers had a more subtly alluring redness, like the flush of sex. Alcohol can enhance the mood and arouse sexual desire. My wife, usually so provocative in bed, was completely uninhibited at this moment, her face practically screaming lust. I knew she was already overflowing with arousal. My wife tried to control her words and desire; she was somewhat sober and suggested we stop. I guess she understood that her mind was in turmoil. She suggested we go to sleep, still holding my neck, saying she wanted me to sleep with her that night. Ah Shan smiled and tactfully went back to his room alone. I accompanied my wife into our room.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, my wife impatiently closed the door, took off her skirt, and without even taking off her underwear, came over and started pulling down my pants, saying, "You're so annoying, you made me drunk, we didn't do anything last night, tonight I want..."

Soon, my wife had me completely naked and was licking my big cock in her mouth. A slut, an absolute slut. I picked up my wife and pushed her onto the bed. I pulled off her bra and sexy panties. My wife lay there like a bitch, I made her kneel down, then left, picked up her ass, and started thrusting into her already overflowing pussy. My wife didn't care that there were people in the house, and was loudly moaning. I knew Ah Shan had heard. But I never expected Ah Shan to dare come into our room.

《I Re-understood My Wife》

Because the door wasn't locked, Ah Shan opened it. Hearing that sound, I immediately turned to look at Ah Shan. Although I had agreed to Ah Shan touching my wife's breasts last night, I hadn't agreed to him coming in today, so I was still very surprised. What surprised me even more was that when my wife stopped moaning, she started wiggling her hips and rubbing her vagina against my penis, continuing to moan wildly. She had no idea someone had come in; she was drunk.

Ah Shan approached us, leering as he watched me fuck my wife. I kept giving Ah Shan signals, trying to tell him what would happen if my wife found out. Ah Shan replied with an expression that it was okay. My wife was still moaning, and I knew she was out of her mind, so I grabbed her ass and fucked her hard. Slowly, I smiled at Ah Shan too. I noticed that Ah Shan's penis was already tucked into his jeans. The thought of my wife's naked body being seen by someone else only excited me more. My wife was kneeling on the bed, her head lowered, her two large, white breasts swaying back and forth with the rhythm of sex. Her perfect figure was fully exposed to Ah Shan. I had a feeling that tonight, my wife's vagina would no longer belong to me alone. Overcome by lust

, I gestured for Ah Shan to take off his clothes. Without a word, Ashan stripped naked. His penis was just as impressive as mine, and it was jet black. His pubic hair was abundant, extending all the way to his chest. His large cock stood erect, and he was masturbating. It was clear he had been eagerly awaiting his wife's arrival. My

slutty wife was moaning wildly as I fucked her, oblivious to the presence of others. I thrust my hips forward, my cock leaving her cunt; her juices had already soaked my penis and the sheets. My wife lay on the bed, languidly moaning, "Husband, turn me over and fuck me again, okay?" I didn't speak, but gestured to Ashan, indicating that he could now fuck my wife.

I got off the bed and sat on the sofa beside it. Ashan slipped onto the bed, his lust raging; he had been drooling over my wife for a long time. Faced with this opportunity, Ashan was impatient, momentarily at a loss for how to enjoy this beautiful woman.

She flipped my wife over, her two snow-white thighs spread wide, her entire vulva exposed to Ashan. She kept saying, "Fuck me, husband, fuck me." She had no idea that her husband had already betrayed her; in front of her wanton vulva was a Xinjiang man, Ashan. Ashan couldn't

resist any longer. He rubbed his large penis against the entrance of his wife's vagina a few times before penetrating her. His wife was so wet that it went in easily. Ashan was rough, thrusting hard into his wife's vulva. But this bastard actually shouted, "Sister-in-law, your vulva feels so good!" My wife was only half-drunk, not completely intoxicated. Hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes, realizing the large penis inside her was Ashan's. Instinctively, she screamed "Ah!" then, her face filled with fear, she began to struggle. But Ashan was pressing down on her, and with her legs spread so wide, his penis couldn't escape. My wife tensed up, became uneasy, and panicked. She completely lost her usual seductive demeanor, and her vaginal fluids quickly dried. She knew she had been raped. But she had no idea that there was someone else sitting in the dim light—her husband. My

wife cried, "Please, let me go, no... I'll do anything you ask, just let me go."

Seeing my wife like this, I felt a pang of reluctance. I wanted to stop Ah Shan, but if I did, my wife would know that I had instigated him. My mind was a complete mess.

Ah Shan continued thrusting into his wife's already dry, wet vagina. At this point, his wife's voice became increasingly painful. I knew that being penetrated in a dry vagina was incredibly painful. But Ah Shan completely disregarded his wife's feelings, continuing to thrust in and out. His wife was still begging Ah Shan to let her go, but she couldn't escape. His wife began slapping Ah Shan's face with her hands. Ah Shan, enraged, forcefully pressed his penis against his wife's vagina and held down her hands. His wife screamed, "It hurts!" Ah Shan began licking his wife's armpits, neck, and earlobes. His wife's tears were almost all gone, but Ah Shan continued thrusting. Gradually, his wife stopped resisting, tightly closing her mouth, her expression one of pain and grievance. The only sound in the room was the collision of his penis and her vagina. Ah Shan's movements became gentler, slowly enjoying each thrust. I knew that his wife's body was slowly becoming uncontrollable. His inherently wanton wife still tried her best to keep her lips tightly closed; I knew she was trying to stop herself from crying out. But her heavy breathing betrayed her; her breathing grew heavier and heavier. Finally, her lips parted, and she cried out, "Ah..." Her head was still shaking frantically, her hair disheveled. Her body twisted and struggled. Her hands were still struggling!

"No, ah... my husband will see, it's bad, please, Ah Shan, stop... ah..." Her voice had become a soft, coquettish whisper. I heard a squelching sound from her vagina. I knew her vagina was starting to secrete fluid again.

"

Ah, no... um... please... ah... please... um... ah... um..."

Slowly, her voice changed from pleading to a slightly embarrassed moan.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...please...stop...ah...ah...um...um...um..."

Ah Shan also insulted his wife, "You slutty sister-in-law, scream if you want to, scream it out loud. Hmm? Scream? Tell me, is it good? Do you like big dicks?"

"Get out, get out, please, get off, please, don't fuck me anymore, please, please, ah..."

Ah Shan slapped his wife dozens more times before finally stopping. He lay on the bed and ordered his wife to ride on top of him. His wife was still shouting "no." But Ah Shan forced her onto him. His wife's snow-white legs were spread wide, and her pubic hair had long been messed up. Her eyes were a little red from crying, but her face was still so rosy and lewd. His wife's hair was very messy.

Ah Shan pointed his big meat stick at his wife's slutty pussy. His wife had been fucked so much that she hadn't noticed that Ah Shan had a big meat stick as big as mine, and it was black, looking scary but very tempting. My wife, already splattered with lustful fluids from being fucked so hard, was now basically giving up. She just stared at the huge cock. Seeing her motionless, Ah Shan grabbed her waist and pressed down hard, their vaginas and his penis completely joined again. This action caused his penis to reach the very back of her vagina, her lower abdomen visibly bulging, probably reaching her cervix. My wife let out a painful cry, "Ah..." One, two, three, four, five... Ah Shan thrust rhythmically, my wife's feet on tiptoe, half-squatting on him, her head bowed, her back bent, her hands on the bed, her hair obscuring her lustful face. I knew this was the position my wife couldn't bear; indeed, her inner lust was being gradually aroused.

"Ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um..."

The delicate resistance completely disappeared, replaced by shy moans. Ashan mockingly asked his slutty wife, "Sister-in-law, is it good?"

His wife wanted to say yes but couldn't bring herself to say it. She continued moaning!

"Oh... ah... um... oh... ah... ah."

His wife's snow-white breasts swayed up and down, her nipples swollen. Her hands, unsure of what to do, began to grab at Ashan's chest. Her entire lower body formed an M shape before Ashan.

Slowly, his wife's body began to respond to Ashan's movements, Ashan's waist gradually stopped, and his wife became more proactive, skillfully twisting up and down on Ashan's body. Ashan completely stopped moving, and it was entirely his wife who was moving. Ah Shan watched his wife bounce on top of him, his hands kneading her two snow-white breasts while he hurled insults at her, "Bitch. Is it good? You slut, you whore, you whore, tell me, is it good?"

His wife didn't answer, instead using her vagina to manipulate Ah Shan's penis. All that could be heard were her moans and the sounds of her vagina colliding with his penis. Slowly, his wife raised her head, revealing her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips a little dry. It was unclear whether she had been awakened by his ministrations or had simply looked up and seen him. She finally noticed him sitting on the sofa. Seeing him, she was terrified, her face filled with fear and panic. Seeing him, she hurriedly said, "Husband, I...husband...it's not what you think...I..."

Nervous, she didn't know what to say, awkwardly facing him. But, her lustful nature was still raging, and she was still moaning softly!

"Husband...I...oh...ah...husband...please...don't blame me...please...make Ah Shan stop." Make Ah Shan stop? You slut, you're the one raping Ah Shan

right now. I pretended to be angry and yelled, "You slut, is Ah Shan moving or are you moving? Who are you telling to stop?"

My wife was already burning with lust from Ah Shan's fucking, and she couldn't stop her hips at all. She was still moaning, "Husband...I was wrong...um...ah...ah...ah...ah ah...ah...um um um."

My penis pounded against my wife's cunt, and my wife raised her head high and moved her hips up and down desperately. She didn't care about anything else. This is what women are like, thirsty women, as long as they can make her feel good, they won't stop even if it costs them their lives.

Ah Shan regained his strength and felt that my wife's cunt was getting tighter and tighter. He held my wife's waist again, and I stood on the bed, admiring my wife's lewd expression. My wife looked at me seductively and pitifully, and I smiled lewdly at her.

Ah Shan began to violently thrust into his wife's cunt again, the frequency so fast that all one could hear was his wife 　　moaning 　　"

Ah 　　... 　　"It feels so good, husband, Brother Shan, fuck me with your big cock, ah, it feels so good, I'm going to heaven, ah. It feels so good, so good, so good, I'm a bitch, I'm a slut, I'm a whore, I want your big cock to fuck my cunt, I'm going to orgasm!" 　　Seeing my wife like this, I stood next to her, held her head, and put my big cock in her mouth. My wife held my thigh with one hand, and took my big cock into her mouth, stroking it wildly. 　　Shan seemed to be about to ejaculate, and at this moment, my wife's eyebrows furrowed. I knew she was about to orgasm. I took my cock out of my wife's mouth and admired her orgasm. 　　"Ah, um, um, um, um, um ah, ah, really, I can't take it anymore, Brother Shan's big cock, um, it feels so good on this slutty sister-in-law, ah, I'm coming, I'm coming, ah..."

A long groan escaped her lips as her wife collapsed onto the bed, climaxing. She had orgasmed right in front of her husband, brought to climax by a man she'd only recently met online. She was still moaning softly. Ashan ejaculated during her orgasm, shooting a large amount of semen into her vagina, which trickled down her thighs and out of her vagina. (Ashan had told me he'd had a vasectomy, so there was no need to worry about her getting pregnant.) At that moment, his wife lay there, enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm, a slight smile on her face. I admired her blissful expression. When she saw me looking at her, she shyly nestled into my arms like a little bird. She said sweetly, "Honey, I'm sorry."

I didn't speak, just stroked her head. Completely satisfied, Ashan grabbed his wife again, making her bend over and give him oral sex. His limp penis was completely inside her mouth as she looked at me as she sucked on his limp member. Gradually, she stopped looking at me and began licking the penis that had brought her to orgasm.

My wife was completely captivated by that black, thick rod. She licked it with ecstasy! Ah Shan's hands were also kneading my wife's large breasts. I lay down next to Ah Shan, my wife with two large penises erect in front of her, and she immediately started licking my penis. My two penises kept thrusting into my wife's lewd mouth.

This slut, just looking at her aroused me. I started kneeling behind my wife's buttocks, thrusting my big penis forward, facing my wife's slutty cunt that was gushing with lustful fluids, holding her plump buttocks, and thrusting my big penis into my wife's cunt in one go. My wife was like a bitch, lying on her stomach, her mouth filled with Ah Shan's penis, her cunt being fucked by me from behind. The slut's mouth was filled with the penis, and her moans turned into "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm." I could see her saliva running down Ah Shan's penis, but she refused to spit it out. I was fucking my wife's cunt, and I asked her, "Slut, which one makes you feel better, my cock or Ah Shan's?"

My wife quickly replied, "My husband's cock feels the best."

Ah Shan teased her, lightly slapping her and saying, "Slut, why didn't you say that when you were making me feel good? If mine doesn't feel good, then I won't fuck you."

My wife immediately said, "Brother Ah Shan, yours feels better, your cock feels better than my husband's."

I slapped my wife's ass hard, and she quickly said again, "No, my husband's cock feels better."

My wife was being made like a widow who hadn't enjoyed a big cock in years by Ah Shan and me. We had my wife change position, and Ah Shan fucked her, and my wife started licking my penis again. It was clear that my wife still preferred my penis more; after all, it was her husband. My wife loves me very much.

That night we did it many times, and my wife orgasmed countless times until 3 a.m. before we finally let her go. Ah Shan ejaculated three times and was too exhausted; I ejaculated four times. We ejaculated on my wife's face and inside her cunt. Her mouth and cunt were constantly being fucked by two big cocks all night.

When it was time to sleep, I wanted my wife to lie on top of Ah Shan, and Ah Shan unceremoniously put his cock inside her cunt. My wife turned over, resting her head on my stomach, with my cock in her mouth, and we fell asleep like that.

I truly witnessed my wife's lewdness. She's such a slut! But after Ah Shan slept with my wife, he fucked her whenever he wanted for the next two weeks, treating me like family. After Meizi's surgery was over, she and Ah Shan were leaving. We were reluctant to part, and Ah Shan was especially reluctant to part with me, his fellow pervert, and my beautiful wife. When my wife saw Ah Shan off, they had sex in the station toilet. When she came out, her hair was still a little messy; you could tell she had just been fucked.

Ah Shan left, and my wife and I got on the train and went home.

On the bus, I noticed my wife wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt. Later, I asked her and found out that Ah Shan had taken her underwear while they were having sex in the restroom. I watched as Ah Shan's semen flowed down my wife's thighs and out of her vagina, feeling a mix of jealousy and excitement. My wife still said sweetly, "Honey, don't force me to let other people have sex with me again, okay? You're so annoying!"

I laughed and roughly touched my wife's vagina. I knew this wasn't over yet!

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