A wife who loves 3P

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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, making her appear tall and slender, yet her body is undeniably curvaceous. Her breasts aren't the typical "boob-sized" type, but they appear quite large, perhaps due to her slim waist, making them very alluring. Her face is even more stunning; her eyes are always large and captivating, and her lips are rosy and glossy—she's absolutely ethereal.

Furthermore, my wife received an excellent education from a young age; she's gentle, sensible, filial to her parents, and loving towards me. She exudes an air of noble pride combined with understanding and charm. My wife has snow-white skin and not a single scar on her body. Making love with a woman like her would be more than enough to make me die for.

I'm a passionate young man, ambitious since childhood, and from a well-off family. I now have my own business 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 the envy of all our relatives and friends.

I remember when we first started dating, my wife was a young girl, nineteen years old. She studied broadcasting and hosting, and I was a wedding emcee. We quickly discovered our shared language and strengths, and we soon fell deeply in love. When we met, my wife was still a virgin. The first time, I made her cry from the pain. Afterward, she became increasingly knowledgeable about sex, and in my presence, she became increasingly wanton. Of course, in public, my wife is definitely a reserved woman.

We've lived together for so long, and my wife's body has always belonged only to me. In her mind, she's definitely a conservative Eastern woman. I know many people fantasize about having sex with my wife, which is understandable, given how alluring she is. 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, and she's not the kind of lonely, empty slut. On the other hand

, I'm relatively more open-minded than my wife. I often tell her dirty 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 at home that we bought online, which keeps our sex life fresh. We make love anytime, anywhere—in the office, in the car, by the river while camping, on the mountain while traveling, and even on the stairwell of our apartment building—we almost got seen once!

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

Making love with my wife makes

my work very easy, but I often come home late because I'm a wedding emcee, and wedding banquets often end very late. My wife often goes out shopping, visits her sister, stays home, or comes with me to host events when I'm busy in the evenings. We then go home together, and every time we get home, we make love. We have a large house, and we live separately from our parents, so it's just the two of us at home. We make love from the balcony to the kitchen, and then go to bed very late.

That night, I was hosting an event again and came home very late. When I got home, I took a shower and went into the bedroom 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. On the bedside table were a bottle of red wine and a hamburger she had prepared for me.

My flirtatious wife turned to me as I entered. "Darling, I've been waiting for you forever!" she said, her expression slightly sympathetic, yet seductive.

"My dear wife, I've taken a shower. Can we go to bed now?"

"Come here..." she said, extending her delicate, snow-white arm and waving it gently towards me. As she did so, the silk blanket covering her slid down her smooth, sexy body to her waist,

and I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. With each movement, her large, white breasts swayed, her nipples a deep red, clearly already hard. Her hair was disheveled, obviously untouched while waiting for me. My wife's lower body was covered by a silk blanket, but it couldn't hide her sexy figure: plump buttocks, fair thighs, and her small feet, painted with nail polish, rubbing together incessantly.

The moment this erotic scene entered my vision, my penis hardened like a small cannon. Before I could speak, my wife, seeing I hadn't come closer, raised one leg, and the entire silk blanket slid off her body. Her pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was long, concentrated above her vulva, with a few strands on either side of her labia. Clearly, she had groomed her pubic hair before I returned. Her vulva glistened with glistening droplets, indicating she had just showered; her vulva wasn't completely dry, and it was likely vaginal fluid—she had a lot of it.

I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed to my wife, hugged her, and vigorously caressed her two papaya-like breasts, kissing her lips. My wife whispered in my ear, "Gently...gently...darling..." The more she said that, the more excited I became, and I rubbed her breasts harder with my hands.

I lay on top of my wife, hugging her and kissing her earlobe. My wife was already a little overwhelmed by what I was doing. I kissed my wife's neck again, then turned to her vulva, sticking out my tongue to lick my wife's pubic hair. My wife's vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluid, a little sour, but always tempting enough to make one want to eat it. My penis also became hard at this moment.

My wife moaned loudly as I made her, "I want it, I want it, I want it..."

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

"You little bitch wants your husband's big cock!" My wife often insulted herself like this during sex, and we were both very excited at this moment.

I licked my wife's pussy, observing her expression. My wife's face was flushed, like a horny bitch in heat. One of her hands touched my head, pressing it down repeatedly, making me lick her pussy, while her other hand held my cock. I pressed my lower body against my wife's face, and my wife took the opportunity to put my cock in her mouth. She licked my cock with great passion, sometimes sucking, sometimes blowing, sometimes holding my cock and licking the glans, and sometimes putting my testicles in her mouth.

I saw that my wife seemed to have reached her limit, so she lay down on the bed, my penis erect. Her eyes were glazed, but she knew what to do next. She straddled me, holding onto my penis, and slowly sat down. My wife's vagina was truly exquisite, tight, with lots of flesh inside; it could be called the world's number one horny vagina.

My wife's juices had already flowed from my penis to my testicles, and the sheets were soaked. Just as my penis was halfway inside her vagina, she threw her head back and cried out passionately, "Ah..." Seeing that she hadn't fully inserted her penis, I thrust my hips forward, and she cried out loudly, "Ah..." Seeing how aroused she was, I continued to thrust my hips rhythmically, pumping into her. She still threw her head back, her mouth wide open, her chest seemingly pushing forward with all her might, her breasts bobbing up and down, her body half-squatting.

My seductive wife pressed her hands against my body, moaning incessantly, "Ah...ah...ah...ahhhhhh...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 um...ah...oh..."

The woman-on-top position was always my wife's favorite. Seeing how seductive she was, I grabbed her hands and began to thrust faster, my penis slamming against her cunt. The "crunch, crunch" sounds and my wife's lewd 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 stood up with my wife in my arms, her body wrapped around me like the roots of an old tree. I held her buttocks and continued thrusting into her, a position she always loved.

"Oh...oh...ah...eh...um...oh..." My wife's moans were incredibly beautiful: "Big cock husband, fuck me to death, don't stop...so good, so good, so good...husband, husband, I'm going to heaven...so good...so good...going to heaven...so good...so good...I'm going to cum...cum...cum...I'm going to cum...so good...I'm going to orgasm...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to orgasm..."

I fucked my wife's cunt violently, and soon my wife's legs tightly clamped around my waist, she convulsed, her waist twisted a few times, her whole body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed. I knew that my wife had orgasmed. I was covered in sweat and lay down. My wife, like a slutty bitch, climbed onto my lap, resting her head on my thigh and licking my purplish-red glans. Then she put my entire penis in her mouth, almost spitting it out because it was pressing against my throat, but she wouldn't let go.

I hadn't ejaculated yet, so my penis was still rock hard. My wife's alluring eyes were fixed on me, 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 my cock. I lifted her head and pulled her into my arms. She stroked my chest, nestled against me like a little bird, and said in a seductive voice, "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 already 11 pm outside. We lay in bed talking. My wife's legs were draped over my body, hugging me, her mind seemingly blank, a smile on her lips, her eyes half-open, listening to me tell her about what she had seen and heard that day. This is our married life—passionate and romantic.

I suddenly remembered that a friend I met online was coming to visit tomorrow. I had offered to host him online; he's from Xinjiang and we'd been chatting online a lot. He'd just gotten married and was on his honeymoon traveling all over the country with his wife. I had offered to let him and his wife stay at my place.

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 playfully hit me. We then went to sleep peacefully.

Ashan arrived

in the morning, and I got up early for my morning exercise. When I returned, my wife had already prepared breakfast. We sat down to eat together. My wife still had the sweetness of last night's orgasm on her face. I kept teasing and mocking her, saying things like, "Does your pussy hurt? You were so sexy last night!" My wife pretended not to notice.

I had nothing to do all day. A friend I met online was coming, so I decided to go to the train station with my wife to pick him and his wife up.

After breakfast, we watched some news together before setting off. Around nine o'clock, my friend finally emerged from the train station exit. Although I'd never met him in person, I'd seen his photos online, and since he's from Xinjiang, he was easy to spot in a crowd. He saw me quickly too, and we shook hands and hugged.

My friend is about my height, and his name is Adilshan; we call him Ashan. His wife is very beautiful, with big eyes and a high nose, almost as pretty as my wife. Her name is lovely, Mumeizi, which, like my wife's, contains the character for "beauty."

The four of us got into the car and drove towards my father's house. At home, my mother had already prepared lunch. We chatted for a while and then started eating. Ashan and Meizi both praised my mother's cooking, and we enjoyed our lunch.

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

Ashan told me that he liked our house; where he lived, they all lived in the mountains and it was very unclean, but our house was 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, while 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 increasingly open in our conversation. He started talking about his sex life with his wife, telling me how sexy she was in bed. I also started telling him about my wife, Jia Mei. We chatted happily.

A-Shan put down his glass, took out his laptop, opened a password-protected file, and showed it to me with a grin. I looked, and wow! It was nude photos of his wife! He was so open! A-Shan and I laughed as we looked, and my penis had already secretly gotten hard.

Soon, my wife and Mei-Zi returned. We turned off the computer and, as if nothing had happened, continued watching TV. They joined our conversation. My wife suggested singing, so we turned on the stereo and happily sang and drank. We played cards for a while longer. 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.

The "Double Wolf Plan" –

Ashan and I lay in bed, continuing our erotic conversation. He turned on his computer and showed me pictures of his wife, Meizi, in many lewd poses. We became increasingly open in our conversation. Ashan said he had long wanted to see his wife with another man, and hearing this aroused my lust. Ashan had already figured out I was a lecher, so he asked me, "Want to sleep with my wife?" I silently agreed, and the two lecherous devils decided to take action…

We decided to first check out the room where my wife and Meizi were sleeping. So we tiptoed to their door, and sure enough, it wasn't locked. We easily opened it. The room was dimly lit, and we could vaguely see two people lying there, covered with blankets. My wife and Meizi both had great figures; the thin blanket accentuated their hot bodies. Meizi's breasts looked round and large.

We quietly went in, and I slowly lifted the blankets. 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, neither of them were wearing underwear. The pajamas were very thin, especially my wife's. She usually only wore them to show me; how could she have imagined that a pervert like Ah Shan would see them?

My wife's pajamas were actually just a thin layer of gauze, revealing her breasts completely, and the dark pubic hair below made anyone who saw her want to fuck her. Who would have thought that Ah Shan, this clumsy fellow, would get lustful the moment he saw my wife's breasts and immediately reach out and grope them? Although my wife was a deep sleeper, Ah Shan's grip was too strong, waking her instantly. My wife slightly opened her eyes, and Ah Shan quickly darted out the door. I slipped away before she could fully open her eyes.

We sneaked into our room, completely terrified, and it took us half an hour to calm down. We both knew what would happen if my wife found out what we'd done and got angry. Especially me; my wife has always been against me talking about wife-swapping. I figured if she knew I'd let Ah Shan touch her breasts, she'd kill me. Oh, thank goodness she didn't find out.

We were both so frightened that we dared not do anything more. My heart calmed down a lot, and I also cancelled my lecherous plan. To be precise, we didn't have any specific plan; we just had the urge to go and check out their room. However, I was jealous when 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, both of us thinking that the matter was over, because we would never have another chance, and that we had no more lust. Who knew that what happened the next day would be so strange, making me see my wife in a new light. The second day after

Meizi fell ill

, everyone got up very early. The four of us ate breakfast together, and I observed my wife's expression because I suspected that she had discovered us going into her room the night before. However, my wife seemed perfectly normal in the morning, so I was relieved.

During the day, we drove around sightseeing again, but something happened in the afternoon. Meizi suddenly said she wasn't feeling well. As her husband, Ashan was very worried, so we went to the hospital immediately. Unfortunately, Meizi's appendicitis had flared up. Ashan, however, was quite calm and said that Meizi would have surgery there. As you can imagine, Ashan and Meizi will be staying at my house for at least half a month, until Meizi recovers!

We quickly finalized the procedures for Miko's surgery. After finding a doctor, I used a local connection to secure a private room for her. The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow, but the doctor instructed that Miko would need to be hospitalized for observation that night. Miko looked distressed, repeatedly apologizing for the trouble she had caused, and Ashan also seemed very apologetic. As friends, we didn't mind at all.

That evening, the hospital arranged everything, and the doctor told Miko to rest early. Ashan insisted on staying with her, but Miko was understanding and genuinely needed rest, so Ashan went home with us, leaving Miko alone in the room. Besides, the hospital wasn't far from our home, and the surgery was tomorrow, so we went home without worry.

Once home, the straightforward Xinjiang man finally showed his unease, constantly asking questions. My wife and I could both see how much he cared about Meizi. I whispered to my wife, "Let's find a way to cheer him up and stop him from being so depressed." My wife, quick-witted, suggested I drink with him to ease his mind and play cards with him to improve his mood.

My wife took two bottles of red wine from the refrigerator, but Ashan was still very melancholy. We continued drinking, and when we hadn't drunk too much, my wife brought out the cards. To perk him up, I suggested that the loser should drink as a penalty, and everyone agreed. I started playing cards seriously, and while playing, Ashan finally forgot his sadness and became happy. I secretly winked at my wife, praising her for doing a good job, and she smiled smugly.

My wife is really good at cards; she didn't lose a single round in over ten games. Ah Shan and I both drank quite a bit of red wine as penalties, but thankfully it's low in alcohol, so we didn't get drunk. I decided to seriously beat her in one game 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, and although the alcohol content wasn't high, it was enough to put her in a difficult position. She wanted to cheat, and I agreed, but Ah Shan disagreed. Finally, she couldn't resist the persuasion, picked up the glass, and downed the red wine in one gulp. Ah Shan and I applauded her.

Whether it was dizziness or being drunk from the red wine, my wife lost three rounds in a row, drinking three glasses of wine in one go. When I noticed my wife, her face had turned a deep, almost painful red, yet somehow different from the flush of drunkenness. She started rambling incoherently, playing cards haphazardly, and accidentally placed her hand on Ah Shan's thigh, patting it and calling my name. Realizing her mistake, she burst into laughter. I knew she was drunk. As the saying

goes, "in vino veritas," and in her drunken state, she began uttering swear words and vulgarities. It was summer, and she wore a dress with a low neckline; she often bent over laughing, revealing most of her white breasts. Ah Shan, ever the lecher, stared intently at her breasts, constantly praising her beauty, to which she simply chuckled.

When I looked at my wife's face again, I finally realized why her face looked different from the usual flushed face of someone drunk. Her redness was more like the sultry red of someone making love. 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 that she must be overflowing with arousal by now.

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 going to sleep, and while hugging my neck, she said she wanted me to sleep with her that night. Ah Shan smiled and tactfully went back to his room alone. I followed my wife into our room.

As soon as we entered the room, my wife impatiently closed the door, took off her skirt, and without even taking off her bra, came over and pulled 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 put my big cock in her mouth, licking it. What a slut, an absolute slut! I picked up my wife, pushed her onto the bed, and pulled off her bra and sexy panties. My wife lay there like a bitch. I made her kneel down, then went behind her, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust into her already overflowing cunt. My wife didn't care that there were people in the house, screaming loudly. I knew Ah Shan heard, but I never expected Ah Shan to dare enter our room.

I got to know my wife again.

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

Ah Shan approached us, leering as he watched me fuck my wife. I kept giving Ah Shan meaningful looks, trying to tell him what would happen if my wife found out. Ah Shan answered me with an expression: "It's okay." My wife was still moaning wildly. I knew my horny wife was out of her mind at this point, so I grabbed her buttocks and fucked her vagina hard. Slowly, I smiled back at Ah Shan, noticing his penis was already pressing against his jeans. The

thought of someone else seeing my wife's naked body only excited me more. My wife knelt on the bed, her head bowed, her two large, snow-white breasts swaying back and forth with the rhythm of sex, her perfect figure fully displayed before 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, and without a word, he stripped naked. Ah Shan's penis was no less impressive than mine, and it looked very dark, with abundant pubic hair that extended all the way to his chest. His large penis stood erect, and he was masturbating it with his hand; it was clear he had been eagerly awaiting my wife for a long time.

My slutty wife was moaning and groaning as I fucked her, completely oblivious to the other person beside her. I thrust my hips forward, my penis leaving her wet cunt; her juices had already soaked my penis and the sheets. My wife lay on the bed, calling out lasciviously, "Husband, turn me over and fuck me again, okay?" I didn't say anything, but gestured to Ah Shan, telling him: You can fuck my wife now.

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

He 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; standing before 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 thrusting it in. His wife was so wet that Ashan easily inserted his entire penis. Ah Shan was very rough, relentlessly fucking his wife's cunt, but this bastard actually shouted, "Sister-in-law, your cunt feels so good!"

His wife was only half-drunk, not completely intoxicated. Hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes and realized the large penis inside her cunt belonged to Ah Shan. Instinctively, she screamed, "Ah!" Then, her face filled with fear, she began to struggle. But Ah Shan was completely on top of her, and with her legs spread so wide, there was no way to escape.

His wife tensed, became uneasy, and panicked. She completely lost her previous seductive state, and the lustful fluid in her cunt 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, 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 and wanted to step forward to stop Ah Shan, but if I did, my wife would know that I had instigated Ah Shan. My mind was in turmoil.

Ah Shan continued thrusting into his wife's already dry vulva, her voice filled with pain. I knew it was painful to be penetrated in a dry vagina, but Ah Shan completely disregarded her feelings, continuing his thrusting.

His wife pleaded with him to stop, but she couldn't escape. She began slapping his face with her hands. Enraged, Ah Shan slammed his penis against her vulva, pinning her hands down. She cried out, "It hurts!" Ah Shan started licking her armpits, neck, and earlobes. Her tears were almost dried, yet he continued thrusting.

Gradually, she stopped resisting, closing her mouth tightly, her expression filled with pain and resentment. The room was filled only with the sounds of penis and vagina colliding. Ah Shan's movements became gentler, slowly savoring the feeling of each thrust.

I knew my wife's body was slowly becoming uncontrollable. My naturally wanton wife tried hard to keep her lips tightly closed; I knew she was trying to stop herself from crying out, but her heavy breathing betrayed her. My wife's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and finally, her lips parted, and she cried out, "Ah..." But my wife's head was still shaking frantically, her hair becoming disheveled, her body twisting and resisting, her hands still struggling.

"No... ah... my husband saw something bad, please, Ah Shan, stop... ah..." At this point, my wife's voice had become soft and sweet, and I could hear the "plop, plop" sounds of her genitals rubbing together coming from her vagina. I knew that my wife was starting to secrete vaginal fluid again.

The lewd wife cried

out, "Ah...no...um...please...ah...please...um...ah...um..." Slowly, her pleading turned into 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 fucked 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. My wife's snow-white legs were spread wide, her pubic hair already a mess from being fucked, her eyes red from crying, but her complexion was still so rosy and wanton, her tired hair disheveled.

Ah Shan pointed his big cock at my wife's cunt, my wife had been fucked so much that she hadn't noticed that Ah Shan had a cock bigger than mine, and it was dark, looking both frightening and tempting. My wife, already splattered with lustful juices, basically didn't resist anymore, just staring at this big cock.

Seeing that my wife didn't move, Ah Shan grabbed her waist and pressed down hard, her cunt and his cock completely joined together again. This movement caused Ah Shan's penis to reach the very back of his wife's vagina, and his wife's lower abdomen was clearly bulging; he estimated that the head of his penis had reached her cervix.

His wife let out a painful cry: "Ah..." One, two, three, four, five... Ah Shan rhythmically thrust his hips. His wife, half-squatting on Ah Shan, was embarrassed, her head lowered, her back bent, her hands on the bed, her hair obscuring her wanton face.

I knew this was the position his wife couldn't bear, and sure enough, her inner lust was gradually aroused. "Ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah..." Her soft resistance completely disappeared, replaced by shy moans.

As Ah Shan continued thrusting his lower body, he 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, continuing to moan, "Oh...ah...um...oh...ah...ah..."

Her snow-white breasts bounced up and down, her nipples swollen. Her hands, unsure of what to do, began to grab at Ah Shan's chest, her lower body forming an M-shape before him.

Slowly, his wife's body began to respond to Ah Shan's movements. Ah Shan's hips gradually slowed, and his wife became more active, skillfully twisting and turning against him. Ah Shan completely stopped moving; it was now entirely his wife who was moving, using her vagina to manipulate his penis.

Ah Shan watched his wife lift her buttocks on top of him, his hands beginning to fondle her two snow-white breasts while he verbally abused her: "Bitch, is it good? You slut, you whore, you whore, tell me, is it good?" His wife still didn't answer, continuing to use her cunt to manipulate Ah Shan's penis, only her moans and the sounds of her cunt colliding with Ah Shan's lower abdomen could be heard.

Slowly, his wife raised her head, revealing her face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were a little dry. Whether she was awakened by being fucked or unintentionally looked up, his wife finally noticed him sitting on the sofa. My wife saw me and was terrified. Her face was filled with fear and panic. She hurriedly said, "Honey, I...honey...it's not what you think, I..." My

nervous wife didn't know what to say and awkwardly faced me. However, driven by lust and inherently wanton, she continued to thrust her hips, swallowing and releasing Ah Shan's large penis, while still moaning sweetly, "Husband... I... Oh... Ah... Husband... Please... Don't blame me... Please... Make Ah Shan stop..."

"Make Ah Shan stop? You slut, I clearly saw you raping Ah Shan!" I shouted, feigning anger, "You whore, Ah Shan or you? Who do you want to stop?"

My wife was already burning with lust from Ah Shan's ministrations and couldn't stop her hips, still moaning, "Husband... I was wrong... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah ah... Ah... Hmm hmm..."

The penis slammed into my wife's vagina, and she raised her head high, her hips moving up and down frantically, oblivious to everything else. That's women for you, thirsty women. They'll do anything to make you happy, even if it kills them.

Ah Shan regained his strength and felt his wife's vagina getting tighter. He held her waist again, and I stood by the bed, admiring her wanton expression. She looked at me with a seductive yet pitiful expression, and I grinned lewdly at her.

Ah Shan began to thrust violently into her again, the frequency

so fast that all I could hear was a series of "Ah ...

"You slut, getting fucked by someone else in front of me and still complaining about how good it is, you're such a whore! You slut, does it feel good?" I shouted.

"It feels good, so good... ah... Ah Shan is making me feel... good... ah ah ah... um... um um... ah ah... oh... oh... oh... um... oh..."

Ah Shan's speed was increasing.

"It feels so good... husband, Ah Shan, fuck me with your big cock... ah... it feels so good, I'm going to heaven... ah... it feels so good... good, good... I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I want a 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 frantically sucked and spit out my big cock.

Ah Shan thrust faster and faster, seemingly about to ejaculate. My wife's eyebrows furrowed at that moment, and I knew she was about to climax. So I took my penis out of her mouth and watched her climax.

"Ah... um... um... um... um... um ah... ah... I really can't take it anymore, big cock, Brother Shan... um... it feels so good on this slutty sister-in-law... ah... I'm coming, I'm coming, ah..."

A long groan escaped my lips as my wife collapsed onto the bed. She had climaxed, right in front of her husband, 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, the semen flowing down her thighs and out of her vagina. Ashan

had told me he'd had a tubal ligation, so there was no need to worry about her getting pregnant. At this moment, my wife was enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm, lying there with 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, saying sweetly, "Honey, I'm sorry." I didn't say anything, just stroked her head.

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself, Ah Shan thrust his penis into his wife again, making her bend over and perform oral sex on him, shoving his limp penis all the way into her mouth. His wife looked at me as she sucked on Ah Shan's softened shaft. Slowly, she stopped looking at me and began licking the penis that had just brought her to orgasm.

Facing this dark, glistening shaft, his wife was completely captivated, licking it with ecstasy; Ah Shan's hands were kneading his wife's large breasts, and his penis slowly hardened again. I lay down next to Ah Shan, my two large penises erect in front of my wife, who immediately began licking my penis, both penises constantly thrusting into her lewd mouth.

This slut, just looking at her aroused me. I knelt behind my wife's ass, thrusting my huge cock towards her gushing, wet cunt. Holding her plump buttocks, I plunged my massive penis into her vagina. My wife was on all fours like a bitch, her mouth filled with Ah Shan's cock, her cunt being fucked from behind.

The slut's mouth was filled to the brim with his cock, and her moans turned into "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...". I could see her saliva dripping down Ah Shan's cock, but she refused to spit it out.

I was thrusting into my wife's cunt, asking her, "You slut, which one feels better to you, my cock or Ah Shan's?"

My wife hurriedly replied, "My husband's cock feels the best!"

Ah Shan also teased my wife, lightly slapping her face and saying, "You slut, why didn't you say that when I was making you feel good? If I don'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 hurriedly 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, not wanting either of our cocks to leave her body for even a moment. We had my wife turn her body around so Ah Shan could fuck her, and my wife started licking my penis again. It's obvious my wife still prefers my penis more; after all, she's her husband, and she loves me very much.

We made love many times that night, and my wife orgasmed countless times until 3 a.m. before we finally stopped. Ah Shan ejaculated three times, but he was too exhausted, so I ejaculated four times. We shot our semen onto my wife's face and into her vagina. My wife's mouth and vagina were constantly being fucked by two big cocks all night long.

When it was time to sleep, I wanted my wife to lie on top of Ah Shan, and Ah Shan didn't hesitate to put his penis inside her vagina. My wife turned over, rested her head on my stomach, and had my penis in her mouth. We fell asleep like that.

My wife's promiscuity has truly impressed me; she's a real slut. But after Ah Shan slept with her, for the next two weeks, he did whatever he wanted to her, treating me like family. After Meizi's surgery, she and Ah Shan were leaving. We were reluctant to part, especially Ah Shan, who was especially reluctant to leave me, his fellow pervert, and my beautiful wife. When my wife saw Ah Shan off, they had sex in the station restroom. When she came out, her hair was still a little messy; it was obvious she had just been with him. Ah Shan

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

On the train, I noticed my wife wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt. Later, I asked her, and she told me 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 both jealous and excited.

My wife still said to me sweetly, "Honey, don't let other people fuck my pussy anymore, okay? I hate it!" I laughed and gave my wife's vagina a hard rub. I knew things were just beginning!

My wife, Jia Mei, studied broadcasting and hosting in college. She speaks fluently, is 1.67 meters tall, and always maintains a weight of around 100 pounds, so she looks very tall, yet her body is quite voluptuous. My wife's breasts aren't the typical big-breasted type, but they look quite large, probably because of her slim waist, making her breasts very alluring. Needless to say, her face is stunning. Her eyes are always watery and large, captivatingly large, and her lips are rosy and glossy. She is absolutely fairy-like.

My wife received an excellent education from a young age; she is gentle, sensible, filial to her parents, and loves me dearly. She exudes an air of noble pride yet is also understanding and endearing. Her skin is snow-white, and she has not a single scar on her body. Making love with a woman like that would be

more than enough to make me die for. I am a passionate young man, ambitious since childhood, and from a well-off family. I now have my own business 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 the envy of all our relatives and friends.

I remember when we first started dating, my wife was just a young girl, nineteen years old. She studied broadcasting and hosting, and I also worked as a wedding emcee. We quickly discovered our shared language and strengths, and we soon fell deeply in love. When we met, my wife was still a virgin. The first time we were intimate, she cried from the pain. Afterward, she became increasingly knowledgeable about sex, and in my presence, she became more and more wanton. Of course, in public, she is an absolutely reserved woman.

We've lived together for so long, and her body has always belonged only to me. In her mind, she is definitely a conservative Eastern woman. I know many people fantasize about having sex with my wife, which is understandable, given her allure. But I've never worried because she was raised with strict discipline and is not that kind of person. Besides, our sex life is fulfilling and harmonious, and she isn't the kind of empty, lonely slut.

In contrast, I'm relatively more open-minded than my wife. I often tell her dirty stories, and we get really wild during sex, using all sorts of swear words. While I don't advocate wife-swapping or incest, I'm not against it either. We have many sex toys we bought online, keeping our sex life fresh. We make love anytime, anywhere—in the office, in the car, by the river while camping, on the mountain while traveling, and even on the stairwell of our apartment building—we almost got caught once!

In my mind, my wife is a lady of leisure, a skilled cook in the kitchen, and a wanton woman in bed. Everything about her makes our life so wonderful. My job is easy, but I often come home very late because I'm a wedding emcee, and wedding banquets often end very late. When I'm busy in the evening,

my

wife often goes out shopping, visits her sister, stays home, or comes with me to emcee the wedding. Then we go home together, and every time we get home, we make love. We have a large house, and we live separately from our parents, so it's just the two of us at home. We make love from the balcony to the kitchen, and then go to bed very late.

This particular night, I was still emceeing late and didn't get home until very late. When I got home, I took a shower and went into the bedroom 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. On the bedside table were a bottle of red wine and a hamburger she had prepared for me.

My flirtatious wife turned to me as I entered. "Darling, I've been waiting for you forever!" she said, her expression a mix of pity and coquettishness.

"My dear wife, I've taken a shower. Can we go to bed now?"

"Come here..." My wife stretched out her delicate hand, her snow-white arm waving gently at me. As she did so, the silk blanket covering her sleek, sexy body slid down to her waist,

and I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. With each movement, her large, white breasts swayed, her nipples a deep red, clearly already hard. Her hair was disheveled, obviously not styled for my return. The silk blanket covered her lower body, but couldn't conceal her sexy figure: her plump buttocks, her fair thighs, and her small, nail-painted feet rubbing together incessantly.

This erotic scene immediately aroused me, like a small cannon. Before I could speak, my wife, seeing I hadn't come over, lifted one leg, and the entire scarf slid off her body. Her pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was long, concentrated above her vulva, with a few strands on either side of her labia. It was clear she had groomed herself before I returned. Her vulva glistened with water droplets, indicating she had just showered, and her vulva wasn't completely dry; it was likely vaginal fluid—she had a lot of it.

I couldn't resist any longer. I rushed to my wife, hugged her, and vigorously caressed her two papaya-like breasts, kissing her lips. My wife whispered in my ear, "Gently...gently...darling..." The more she said this, the more excited I became, and I rubbed her breasts harder with my hands.

I straddled my wife, holding her close and kissing her earlobe. She was already getting a little carried away. I kissed her neck again, then turned to her cunt, licking her pubic hair with my tongue. She was already overflowing with lustful fluids, her cunt dripping wetly, a little horny, but undeniably tempting. My penis was rock hard at this point. My

wife moaned loudly, "I want it, I want it, I want it..."

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

"This little bitch wants my big cock!" 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 vagina, while her other hand gripped my penis. I pressed my lower body against my wife's face, and she took my penis into her mouth, licking it with all her might, 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 have reached her limit, so she 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 vagina was truly exquisite, tight, with lots of flesh inside; it could be called the world's number one horny vagina.

My wife's juices had already flowed from my penis to my testicles, and the sheets were soaked. Just as my penis was halfway inside her vagina, she threw her head back and cried out passionately, "Ah..." Seeing that she hadn't fully inserted her penis, I thrust my hips forward, and she cried out loudly, "Ah..." Seeing how aroused she was, I continued to thrust my hips rhythmically, pumping into her. She still threw her head back, her mouth wide open, her chest seemingly pushing forward with all her might, her breasts bobbing up and down, her body half-squatting.

My seductive wife pressed her hands against my body, moaning incessantly, "Ah...ah...ah...ahhhhhh...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 um...ah...oh..."

The woman-on-top position was always my wife's favorite. Seeing how seductive she was, I grabbed her hands and began to thrust faster, my penis slamming against her cunt. The "crunch, crunch" sounds and my wife's lewd 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 stood up with my wife in my arms, her body wrapped around me like the roots of an old tree. I held her buttocks and continued thrusting in and out, a position she always loved.

"Oh...oh...ah...eh...um...oh..." My wife's moans were incredibly beautiful: "Big cock husband, fuck me to death, don't stop...so good, so good, so good...husband, husband, I'm going to heaven...so good...so good...going to heaven...so good...so good...I'm going to cum...cum...cum...I'm going to cum...so good...I'm going to orgasm...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to orgasm..."

I fucked my wife's cunt violently, and soon my wife's legs clamped tightly around my waist, she convulsed, her waist twisted a few times, and her whole body went limp, collapsing onto the bed. I knew my wife had orgasmed. I was covered in sweat and lay down. My wife, like a slutty bitch, climbed onto my lap, resting her head on my thigh and licking my purplish-red glans. Then she put my entire penis in her mouth, almost spitting it out because it was pressing against my throat, but she wouldn't let go.

I hadn't ejaculated yet, so my penis was still rock hard. My wife's alluring eyes were fixed on me, 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 my cock. I lifted her head and pulled her into my arms. She stroked my chest, nestled against me like a little bird, and said in a seductive voice, "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 already 11 pm outside. We lay in bed talking. My wife's legs were draped over my body, hugging me, her mind seemingly blank, a smile on her lips, her eyes half-open, listening to me tell her about what she had seen and heard that day. This is our married life—passionate and romantic.

I suddenly remembered that a friend I met online was coming to visit tomorrow. I had offered to host him online; he's from Xinjiang and we'd been chatting online a lot. He'd just gotten married and was on his honeymoon traveling all over the country with his wife. I had offered to let him and his wife stay at my place.

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 playfully hit me. We then went to sleep peacefully.

Ashan arrived

in the morning, and I got up early for my morning exercise. When I returned, my wife had already prepared breakfast. We sat down to eat together. My wife still had the sweetness of last night's orgasm on her face. I kept teasing and mocking her, saying things like, "Does your pussy hurt? You were so sexy last night!" My wife pretended not to notice.

I had nothing to do all day. A friend I met online was coming, so I decided to go to the train station with my wife to pick him and his wife up.

After breakfast, we watched some news together before setting off. Around nine o'clock, my friend finally emerged from the train station exit. Although I'd never met him in person, I'd seen his photos online, and since he's from Xinjiang, he was easy to spot in a crowd. He saw me quickly too, and we shook hands and hugged.

My friend is about my height, and his name is Adilshan; we call him Ashan. His wife is very beautiful, with big eyes and a high nose, almost as pretty as my wife. Her name is lovely, Mumeizi, which, like my wife's, contains the character for "beauty."

The four of us got into the car and drove towards my father's house. At home, my mother had already prepared lunch. We chatted for a while and then started eating. Ah Shan and Mei Zi 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. Ah Shan suggested going back to my home, so we went home early.

Ashan told me he liked our house; back home, they lived in the mountains and it was very unclean, but our place was clean and comfortable. That evening, after dinner, the four of us played cards for a while. My wife took Meizi to the supermarket to buy things, while 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 erotic things when we chatted online. We became more and more open as we talked. He started talking about his and his wife's sex life, telling me how sexy she was in bed. I also started telling him about my wife, Jiamei. We chatted happily.

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 his wife's nude photos! How open-minded of him! Ah Shan and I laughed as we looked, my penis already secretly hard.

Soon, my wife and Meizi returned. We turned off the computer and acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to watch TV. They joined our conversation. My wife suggested singing, so we turned on the stereo and happily sang and drank. We played cards for a while, then Meizi said she was a little tired, and my wife said she was too. Ah Shan said he wanted to talk to me more tonight, so Meizi and my wife slept together, and Ah Shan and I slept together.

The "Double Wolf Plan"

—Ah Shan and I lay in bed, continuing our erotic conversation. He turned on the computer again and showed me photos of his wife, Meizi, in many lewd poses. The more we talked, the more open we became. Ah Shan said he'd long wanted to see his wife sleep with another man, and hearing this, I was overcome with lust. Ah Shan had already figured out I was a lecher, so he asked me, "Want to sleep with my wife?" I silently agreed, and the two lecherous men decided to take action…

We decided to first check out the room where my wife and Meizi slept. So we tiptoed to their door, and sure enough, it wasn't locked. We easily opened it. The room was dimly lit, and we could vaguely see two people lying there, covered with blankets. My wife and Meizi both had great figures; the thin blanket accentuated their hot bodies. Meizi's breasts looked round and large.

We quietly went in, and I slowly lifted the blankets covering them… Wow! A erotic scene, so suggestive it would tempt one to commit a crime, unfolded before us: two people wearing lace pajamas, neither wearing underwear since they had just showered. The pajamas were very thin, especially my wife's, which she usually only wore for me to see. She never imagined that this perverted man, Ah Shan, would see them.

My wife's pajamas were practically just a thin layer of gauze, revealing her breasts completely, and the dark pubic hair below was enough to make anyone want to fuck her. Who would have thought that Ah Shan, this rough and clumsy man, would be so aroused by my wife's breasts, immediately reaching out and touching them. Although my wife was a deep sleeper, Ah Shan's grip was too strong, instantly waking her up. My wife slightly opened her eyes, and Ah Shan quickly darted out the door. Before she could fully open her eyes, I slipped away too.

We sneaked into our room, completely terrified, and it took us half an hour to calm down. We both knew what would happen if our wives found out what we were doing and got angry. 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, thank goodness she didn't find out.

We were both too scared to do anything more, and I felt much calmer, and I also cancelled my lewd plan. To be precise, we didn't have any specific plan; we just got a little horny and went to their room to take a look. However, I was jealous when Ah Shan touched my wife's breasts, because I didn't get to touch Meizi's big breasts—what a pity!

We slept together, both thinking it was over, because we'd never have another chance, and that we'd lost our lust. Who knew that what happened the next day would be so strange, making me see my wife in a new light. The second day after

Meizi fell ill

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

During the day, we drove around sightseeing, but something happened in the afternoon. Meizi suddenly said she wasn't feeling well. As her husband, Ashan was very worried, so we went to the hospital immediately. Unfortunately, Meizi's appendicitis had flared up. Ashan, however, was quite calm and said that Meizi would have surgery there. As you can imagine, Ashan and Meizi would be staying at my house for about half a month, at least until Meizi recovered!

Soon, we decided to arrange Meizi's surgery. We found a doctor, and through a local acquaintance, I got Meizi a private room. The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow, but the doctor instructed that Meizi would need to be hospitalized for observation tonight. Meizi's face showed that she had caused us trouble, and she kept apologizing for the inconvenience. Ashan also looked very apologetic. As friends, we didn't mind at all.

That evening, the hospital arranged everything, and the doctor told Meizi to rest early. Ashan insisted on staying with her, but Meizi was understanding and really needed to rest, so Ashan went home with us, leaving Meizi alone in the ward. Besides, the hospital wasn't far from our home, and the surgery was tomorrow, so we went home without worry.

Once home, the straightforward Xinjiang man finally showed his unease. He kept asking questions, and my wife and I could tell how much he cared about Meizi. I whispered to my wife, "Let's think of a way to cheer him up and not let him be so depressed." My wife, quick-witted, suggested I drink with him to relieve his boredom and play cards with him to improve his mood.

My wife took two bottles of red wine from the refrigerator, but Ah Shan was still looking melancholy. We continued drinking, and when we hadn't drunk too much, my wife brought out cards. To perk us up, I suggested that the loser of the card game should be punished by drinking, and everyone agreed. I started playing cards seriously, and Ah Shan finally forgot his sadness and became happy while playing. I secretly winked at my wife and praised her for doing well, and she smiled smugly.

Speaking of cards, my wife is really good; she didn't lose a single round in over ten games. Ah Shan and I both drank quite a bit of red wine as punishment, but fortunately, the wine was low in alcohol, so we didn't get drunk. I decided to seriously beat my wife in one game and put an end to her arrogance.

Sure enough, Ah Shan and I defeated my wife in this round. She, who never drinks, was faced with a glass of red wine. Although it wasn't very strong, it was enough to put her in a difficult position. She wanted to back out, and I agreed, but Ah Shan disagreed. Finally, she couldn't resist the persuasion and downed the wine

in one gulp. Ah Shan and I applauded her. Whether it was dizziness or the wine itself, she lost three rounds in a row, drinking three glasses in total. When I noticed her, her face was flushed, a pitiful red, yet somehow different from the flush of drunkenness. She started rambling incoherently, playing cards haphazardly, and accidentally placed her hand on Ah Shan's thigh, patting it and calling my name. Realizing her mistake, she burst out laughing. I knew she was drunk.

As the saying goes, "in vino veritas" (or "truth comes out when drunk"), and my wife, after getting drunk, started uttering swear words and terms containing the word "vagina" that she rarely uses. It was summer, and my wife wore a dress with a low neckline; she would often bend over laughing, revealing most of her snow-white breasts. Ah Shan was truly lecherous, his eyes fixed on my wife's breasts, constantly praising her beauty, to which my wife would just chuckle.

When I observed my wife's face again, I finally realized why her face looked different from the usual flushed face of drunkenness; her redness was more like the sultry red of someone having sex. Alcohol can enhance the mood and arouse sexual desire, and my wife, usually so provocative in bed, was completely uninhibited at this moment, her face radiating lust. I knew that at this moment, she must have been overflowing with vaginal fluids.

My wife tried hard to control her words and desires; she was somewhat sober and suggested we stop. I guess she realized she'd been thinking too much. She said she wanted to go to sleep, and while hugging my neck, she said she wanted me to sleep with her that night. Ah Shan smiled and tactfully went back to his room alone. I followed my wife into our room.

As soon as we entered the room, my wife impatiently closed the door, took off her skirt, and without even taking off her bra, came over and pulled 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 put my big cock in her mouth, licking it. What a slut, an absolute slut! I picked up my wife, pushed her onto the bed, and pulled off her bra and sexy panties. My wife lay there like a bitch. I made her kneel down, then went behind her, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust into her already overflowing cunt. My wife didn't care that there were people in the house, screaming loudly. I knew Ah Shan heard, but I never expected Ah Shan to dare enter our room.

I got to know my wife again.

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

Ah Shan approached us, leering as he watched me fuck my wife. I kept giving Ah Shan meaningful looks, trying to tell him what would happen if my wife found out. Ah Shan answered me with an expression: "It's okay." My wife was still moaning wildly. I knew my horny wife was out of her mind at this point, so I grabbed her buttocks and fucked her vagina hard. Slowly, I smiled back at Ah Shan, noticing his penis was already pressing against his jeans. The

thought of someone else seeing my wife's naked body only excited me more. My wife knelt on the bed, her head bowed, her two large, snow-white breasts swaying back and forth with the rhythm of sex, her perfect figure fully displayed before 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, and without a word, he stripped naked. Ah Shan's penis was no less impressive than mine, and it looked very dark, with abundant pubic hair that extended all the way to his chest. His large penis stood erect, and he was masturbating it with his hand; it was clear he had been eagerly awaiting my wife for a long time.

My slutty wife was moaning and groaning as I fucked her, completely oblivious to the other person beside her. I thrust my hips forward, my penis leaving her wet cunt; her juices had already soaked my penis and the sheets. My wife lay on the bed, calling out lasciviously, "Husband, turn me over and fuck me again, okay?" I didn't say anything, but gestured to Ah Shan, telling him: You can fuck my wife now.

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

He 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; standing before 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 thrusting it in. His wife was so wet that Ashan easily inserted his entire penis. Ah Shan was very rough, relentlessly fucking his wife's cunt, but this bastard actually shouted, "Sister-in-law, your cunt feels so good!"

His wife was only half-drunk, not completely intoxicated. Hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes and realized the large penis inside her cunt belonged to Ah Shan. Instinctively, she screamed, "Ah!" Then, her face filled with fear, she began to struggle. But Ah Shan was completely on top of her, and with her legs spread so wide, there was no way to escape.

His wife tensed, became uneasy, and panicked. She completely lost her previous seductive state, and the lustful fluid in her cunt 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, please let me go! No... I'll do anything you ask, just let me go!" Seeing her like this, I felt a pang of pity and wanted to stop Ah Shan, but if I did, she would know I had instigated him. My mind was a mess.

Ah Shan continued thrusting into my wife's already dry vagina, and her voice became filled with pain. I knew that being penetrated in a dry vagina was very painful, but Ah Shan completely disregarded her feelings and continued thrusting.

My wife was still begging Ah Shan to let her go, but she couldn't escape. His wife started slapping Ah Shan's face with her hands. Enraged, Ah Shan thrust his penis hard against her vulva and held her hands down. His wife cried out, "It hurts!" Ah Shan began licking her armpits, neck, and earlobes. His wife's tears were almost dried, but he continued thrusting.

Gradually, his wife stopped resisting, tightly closing her mouth, her expression filled with pain and grievance. The room was filled only with the sounds of his penis and her vulva colliding. Ah Shan's movements became gentler, slowly savoring the feeling of each thrust.

I knew his wife's body was slowly becoming uncontrollable. His naturally wanton wife still tried to keep her lips tightly closed; I knew she was trying not to cry out, but her heavy breathing betrayed her. My wife's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Finally, her lips parted, and she cried out, "Ah..." But she was still shaking her head frantically, her hair disheveled, her body twisting and struggling, her hands still flailing.

"No... ah... my husband saw something bad, please, Ah Shan, stop... ah..." At this point, her voice had become soft and sweet, and I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of her genitals rubbing together inside her. I knew my wife was starting to secrete fluid again.

The lewd wife cried

out, "Ah...no...um...please...ah...please...um...ah...um..." Slowly, her pleading turned into 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 fucked 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. My wife's snow-white legs were spread wide, her pubic hair already a mess from being fucked, her eyes red from crying, but her complexion was still so rosy and wanton, her tired hair disheveled.

Ah Shan pointed his big cock at my wife's cunt, my wife had been fucked so much that she hadn't noticed that Ah Shan had a cock bigger than mine, and it was dark, looking both frightening and tempting. My wife, already splattered with lustful juices, basically didn't resist anymore, just staring at this big cock.

Seeing that my wife didn't move, Ah Shan grabbed her waist and pressed down hard, her cunt and his cock completely joined together again. This movement caused Ah Shan's penis to reach the very back of his wife's vagina, and his wife's lower abdomen was clearly bulging; he estimated that the head of his penis had reached her cervix.

His wife let out a painful cry: "Ah..." One, two, three, four, five... Ah Shan rhythmically thrust his hips. His wife, half-squatting on Ah Shan, was embarrassed, her head lowered, her back bent, her hands on the bed, her hair obscuring her wanton face.

I knew this was the position his wife couldn't bear, and sure enough, her inner lust was gradually aroused. "Ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah..." Her soft resistance completely disappeared, replaced by shy moans.

As Ah Shan continued thrusting his lower body, he mockingly asked his slutty wife, "Sister-in-law, is it good?"

His wife wanted to say "it feels good," but couldn't bring herself to say it, continuing to moan, "Oh...ah...um...oh...ah...ah..."

Her snow-white breasts bounced up and down, her nipples swollen, and her hands, unsure of what to do, began to grab at Ah Shan's chest, her lower body forming an M shape before him.

Slowly, his wife's body began to respond to Ah Shan's movements, and Ah Shan's waist gradually slowed down. His wife became more proactive, skillfully twisting and turning on Ah Shan's body. Ah Shan completely stopped moving, and it became entirely his wife's doing, using her vagina to manipulate Ah Shan's penis.

Ah Shan watched his wife lift her buttocks on top of him, his hands beginning to fondle her two snow-white breasts while he verbally abused her: "Bitch, is it good? You slut, you whore, you whore, tell me, is it good?" His wife still didn't answer, continuing to use her cunt to manipulate Ah Shan's penis, only her moans and the sounds of her cunt colliding with Ah Shan's lower abdomen could be heard.

Slowly, his wife raised her head, revealing her face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were a little dry. Whether she was awakened by being fucked or unintentionally looked up, his wife finally noticed him sitting on the sofa. My wife saw me and was terrified. Her face was filled with fear and panic. She hurriedly said, "Honey, I...honey...it's not what you think, I..." My

nervous wife didn't know what to say and awkwardly faced me. However, driven by lust and inherently wanton, she continued to thrust her hips, swallowing and releasing Ah Shan's large penis, while still moaning sweetly, "Husband... I... Oh... Ah... Husband... Please... Don't blame me... Please... Make Ah Shan stop..."

"Make Ah Shan stop? You slut, I clearly saw you raping Ah Shan!" I shouted, feigning anger, "You whore, Ah Shan or you? Who do you want to stop?"

My wife was already burning with lust from Ah Shan's ministrations and couldn't stop her hips, still moaning, "Husband... I was wrong... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah ah... Ah... Hmm hmm..."

The penis slammed into my wife's vagina, and she raised her head high, her hips moving up and down frantically, oblivious to everything else. That's women for you, thirsty women. They'll do anything to make you happy, even if it kills them.

Ah Shan regained his strength and felt his wife's vagina getting tighter. He held her waist again, and I stood by the bed, admiring her wanton expression. She looked at me with a seductive yet pitiful expression, and I grinned lewdly at her.

Ah Shan began to thrust violently into her again, the frequency

so fast that all I could hear was a series of "Ah ...

"You slut, getting fucked by someone else in front of me and still complaining about how good it is, you're such a whore! You slut, does it feel good?" I shouted.

"It feels good, so good... ah... Ah Shan is making me feel... good... ah ah ah... um... um um... ah ah... oh... oh... oh... um... oh..."

Ah Shan's speed was increasing.

"It feels so good... husband, Ah Shan, fuck me with your big cock... ah... it feels so good, I'm going to heaven... ah... it feels so good... good, good... I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I want a 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 frantically sucked and spit out my big cock.

Ah Shan thrust faster and faster, seemingly about to ejaculate. At that moment, my wife frowned, and I knew she was about to climax. So I took my penis out of her mouth and watched her climax.

"Ah... um... um... um... um... um ah... ah... I really can't take it anymore, big cock Ah Shan... um... it feels so good on this slutty sister-in-law... ah... I'm coming, I'm coming, ah..."

With a long moan, my wife collapsed on the bed. My wife had climaxed, in front of her husband, by a net friend she had only recently met. She was still moaning softly. Ah Shan also ejaculated during her climax, shooting a large amount of semen into her vagina. The semen flowed down her thighs from her vagina.

Ah Shan had told me that he had undergone tubal ligation, so he didn't need to worry about his wife getting pregnant. My wife was enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm, lying there with a slight smile on her face. I admired her blissful expression. When she saw me looking at her, she blushed and nestled into my arms like a little bird, saying sweetly, "Honey, I'm sorry." I didn't say anything, just stroked her head.

Completely satisfied, Ah Shan pulled my wife aside again, making her bend over and give him oral sex, shoving his limp penis all the way into her mouth. My wife looked at me as she sucked on Ah Shan's softened penis. Gradually, she stopped looking at me and began licking the penis that had just brought her to orgasm.

Facing this dark, glistening shaft, my wife was captivated, licking it with ecstasy; Ah Shan's hands were kneading my wife's large breasts, and his penis slowly hardened again. I lay down next to Ah Shan, my two huge cocks standing erect in front of my wife. She immediately started licking my penis, my cocks relentlessly thrusting into her cunt.

This slut, just looking at her got me excited. I knelt behind her, thrusting my cock forward, facing her gushing cunt, holding her plump buttocks, and shoved my big cock into her cunt. My wife was like a bitch, her mouth filled with Ah Shan's cock, her cunt being fucked from behind.

The slut's mouth was filled to the brim with my cock, her moans turning into "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...", her saliva dripping down Ah Shan's cock, yet she refused to spit it out.

I was thrusting into my wife's cunt, asking her, "You slut, which one feels better to you, my cock or Ah Shan's?"

My wife hurriedly replied, "My husband's cock feels the best!"

Ah Shan also teased my wife, lightly slapping her face and saying, "You slut, why didn't you say that when I was making you feel good? If I don'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 hurriedly 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, not wanting either of our cocks to leave her body for even a moment. We had my wife turn her body around so Ah Shan could fuck her, and my wife started licking my penis again. It's obvious my wife still prefers my penis more; after all, she's her husband, and she loves me very much.

We made love many times that night, and my wife orgasmed countless times until 3 a.m. before we finally stopped. Ah Shan ejaculated three times, but he was too exhausted, so I ejaculated four times. We shot our semen onto my wife's face and into her vagina. My wife's mouth and vagina were constantly being fucked by two big cocks all night long.

When it was time to sleep, I wanted my wife to lie on top of Ah Shan, and Ah Shan didn't hesitate to put his penis inside her vagina. My wife turned over, rested her head on my stomach, and had my penis in her mouth. We fell asleep like that.

My wife's promiscuity has truly impressed me; she's a real slut. But after Ah Shan slept with her, for the next two weeks, he did whatever he wanted to her, treating me like family. After Meizi's surgery was completed, she and Ah Shan were leaving. We were reluctant to part, and Ah Shan was especially reluctant to leave me, his fellow pervert, and my beautiful wife. When my wife saw Ah Shan off, they had sex in the station restroom. When she came out, her hair was still a little messy; it was obvious she had just been fucked.

Ah Shan left, and my wife and I got in the car and went home.

On the way, I noticed my wife wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt. Later, I asked her, and she told me that Ah Shan had taken her underwear while we were having sex in the bathroom. I watched as Ah Shan's semen flowed down my wife's thighs and out of her vagina, feeling both jealous and excited.

My wife still said to me sweetly, "Honey, don't let other people fuck my pussy anymore, okay? I hate it!" I laughed and gave my wife's vagina a hard squeeze. I knew this was just the beginning!

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