wife and the neighbor's child

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We've been married for seven years, and I love her very much; she loves me too.

Our relationship has been wonderful for almost seven years, from dating to marriage.

I'm 37 years old this year, and my career is fairly successful, though I often need to travel for work.

My wife is 32 years old and loves taking care of children. Unfortunately, we haven't had children yet because she plans to work for a few more years. She's a very career-oriented woman, so we've discussed having a child later.

My wife is 168 cm tall and weighs 50 kg. She has a very shapely, S-shaped figure, with fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Her long, slender legs are incredibly sexy. She likes to wear lace lingerie, and I can guarantee that few men could resist the allure of those stockings on her legs that make my blood boil.

There's one incident that I still can't forget. It happened in mid-July last year, during the hot summer. I received a job assignment from my company—a large project that required me to travel for about a month. I was quite helpless, but there was nothing I could do; it was work.

When my wife found out, she was very unhappy and complained that the company always sent me on business trips. I persuaded her, saying, "What can I do? I'm a key employee of the company. I'll take you to Beijing when I get back." Hearing this

, my wife cheered up. So, I booked the plane tickets, took the documents and contracts the company gave me, and set off. First, let me explain the background. Here's what happened: I live on the 6th floor, the top floor, and there are only two households on each floor. An elderly couple lives across the hall. They usually take good care of my wife and me, often bringing us food and drinks. Over time, we became very close friends with them. The husband is 46 years old, and the wife is 45. I call them "Big Brother" and "Big Sister-in-law." They have a son who is only 157 centimeters tall and just started junior high school. His grades aren't very good, and he's quite introverted and rarely speaks. He never greets me, but since he's just a child, I didn't think much of it. However, his parents are a very warm and friendly couple. I often drink and eat with his father, and we get along very well.

About a week after I left on my business trip, my neighbor called to say that he and his wife had to go back to their hometown for an urgent matter and might not be back for about ten days. They asked if their son could stay with me temporarily because he needed to attend tutoring classes every day, and his grades weren't good to begin with. They didn't want him to miss those ten days of classes. I didn't feel comfortable refusing, so I asked when they were leaving. They said they were leaving that afternoon. I said okay, and I'd call my wife to let her know. My neighbor was very grateful. I said, "Brother, we've known each other for so long, don't be so polite." I told him to wait while I called home.

My wife agreed without saying anything, and I told her to go to my neighbor's house to pick up the child. We exchanged a few friendly greetings and then hung up. After

hanging up, I realized that we only had one double bed. I couldn't let the child sleep on the sofa, so I decided to let my wife make the arrangements herself.

My apartment has a peculiar layout. It's not very big, only 86 square meters. After entering, there's a hallway; the bathroom, shower, and kitchen are near the entrance, then the balcony. At the very back, there's a large door frame leading to the living room. The bedroom is at the far end of the living room. The bedroom is quite small, only big enough for a bed, a dressing table, and a wardrobe. The bed is against the wall, and the length of the bedroom is only the distance from the headboard to the foot of the bed. I usually lie on the outside of the bed, while my wife lies on the inside against the wall. We designed it this way to have a larger living room.

Right now, I'm taking a nap and feeling bored, so I watched a movie for a while. Then I remembered the hidden camera in our apartment. It was installed when we first moved into the new building to keep theft away. Since my wife and I aren't home during the day, I installed it without her knowledge, and she still doesn't know.

Out of boredom, I turned on the remote control device on my laptop to check on the house. The first view was of the front door; the hallway was quiet. Then I switched to the second view, the indoor corridor. Just as I was about to switch to the third view, the door opened, and a boy with a backpack came in. I immediately recognized him as the neighbor's kid. My wife had probably given him the keys first, since she doesn't get home from get off work until after 5 pm, and the kid's tutoring ends at noon. He was probably back from his tutoring session. My wife wasn't home; she was at work. I smoked a cigarette while watching the kid's self-study progress. His father had told me on the phone earlier to have my wife supervise his son's studies. After he closed the door, put down his backpack, and took off his shoes, I noticed him hesitate, as if staring at something. I adjusted my view; he was staring at my wife's stockings. The black stockings she had taken off were lying on... On the top of the shoe rack, I watched him suspiciously in the security camera footage. He picked up the stockings, held them in his hands, and actually started smelling them. I was stunned. He smelled my wife's stockings for about two minutes, then put them back. He looked at the slippers, and instead of wearing mine, he chose to wear my wife's. He first picked up my wife's slippers, smelled them, and then put them on before going into the living room. I thought to myself, this guy is usually quite introverted, but he's so perverted and weird. I immediately switched the camera to the living room. The guy took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and walked towards the bathroom. I switched back to viewpoint 2 to observe. There were no cameras in the bathroom, so I couldn't see what was happening inside. After about five minutes, the guy came out of the bathroom, holding a pair of lace panties. Those were the unwashed panties my wife had just taken off that morning. The guy lay down on the bed in the bedroom and pulled his panties down to his thighs. Wow! This guy's penis was huge, a whole size bigger than mine, and very long, maybe a third longer. I watched him masturbate for a while, then he opened my wife's panties and wrapped the part of the panties that touched her genitals around his large glans. I saw his head tilt back, let out a long breath, seemingly enjoying it, and then he started stroking it. Through my wife's lace panties, I could clearly see his penis, hard and large, pressing against the area where my wife's secretions were on her panties. I was really surprised by his actions, and what surprised me even more was that I didn't... The thought that a boy in his first year of junior high school could have such a large and impressive penis, surpassing even that of an adult male, made me feel ashamed of myself. At that moment, I wasn't angry that he was masturbating with my wife's underwear; rather, I felt envious and jealous of the stimulation from his thick, long penis. A perverted thought even crossed my mind: what would it be like if such a thick, long, and erect penis were fully inserted into my wife's pink vagina? Would she be able to smoothly accommodate and accept this penis, which was longer and larger than mine, and engage in piston-like thrusting?

My own penis actually hardened with this thought. I immediately shook my head, unable to bear the thought any longer, and reluctantly turned off the camera, put on my work clothes, and left the break room to work on my afternoon project.

I finished around 8 PM, then went out for dinner and drinks with my partners from the contract signing project—it was quite enjoyable.

Back in the lounge, I washed up and lay on the bed, smoking and resting. When I finished, I saw it was past 9 pm, time to rest. Just as I was about to lie down, I suddenly thought about what happened during my lunch break. I wondered how they would sleep tonight. Driven by curiosity, I turned on my laptop. The first view that caught my eye was view number 1. All the lights by the door were off, but I could still see clearly because the pinhole camera I installed had night vision, allowing me to monitor even in very low light. Then I switched to view number 2. The first thing I saw was my wife's high heels and that kid's shoes, neatly arranged together. The bathroom light was on, and through the patterned glass, I could see a figure inside, probably taking a shower. I lit a cigarette and watched the monitor. A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and out came my wife, wrapped in a towel and wearing spare slippers. She walked towards the living room. The kid was wearing my wife's slippers; my wife probably didn't dare tell him.

I immediately switched to perspective 3. The neighbor's child was doing homework in the living room, while my wife went into the bedroom and closed the door. After drying her hair, she changed into her usual lace underwear and bra. Then she opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. I thought to myself, "You go out dressed like that? Won't that kid see everything?" Maybe my wife thinks he's a child. Actually, I wasn't that concerned, but after what happened at noon, I started to worry. I was worried my wife would let him sleep in the bedroom with her. At this moment, my wife sat down next to the child to check his homework progress, then looked at the clock, indicating that it was time for him to rest. My wife first told him to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and then... Then, the little guy obediently went into the bathroom to wash up. My wife turned off the living room light and didn't put any pillows or blankets on the sofa. She then went into the bedroom. We have the air conditioning on, so we don't open the windows. My wife drew the curtains, made the bed, and lay down. At this point, I completely understood that my wife had decided to sleep with the child. This was within my expectations, because I knew there was only one set of blankets, so they had to sleep together. My wife was lying on the bed. The entire bedroom was lit only by a bedside lamp, but the pinhole night vision was very effective, and everything in the room was clearly visible.

At this point, I switched to perspective 2. The sound of running water was still going on, so he was probably almost done showering, maybe two minutes later. The little guy came out of the bathroom, wearing my wife's slippers, and walked to the living room, then into the bedroom. My wife wasn't asleep yet, probably waiting for him to finish showering. She then took two sleeping pills. Because she works at a kindergarten, dealing with noisy children every day, the long-term work environment has given her insomnia. So, she takes two sleeping pills before bed and usually sleeps soundly until dawn. At this moment, it seemed like they were... What were they talking about? It was probably that kid asking what medicine my wife had taken. After a few words, my wife gestured for him to close the bedroom door and go to sleep. After closing the door, the kid took off his towel, leaving only his underwear, and got into bed with his shirt off. He got into my wife's bed. My wife casually turned off the bedside lamp. Now my wife and the kid were in bed together, my wife facing away from him, asleep. The kid, however, seemed very nervous and couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps the physical contact with my wife in bed was causing him some kind of physical reaction. He lay there, facing the ceiling, motionless, for a long time. I was exhausted watching him, chain-smoking. About half an hour later, I checked the time—it was 11 pm. I figured I should just go to sleep. My wife was already asleep, and the little devil hadn't reacted for so long, so he was probably asleep too. I stood up, took a sip of water, went to the bathroom, and when I came back to turn off the computer, I noticed he wasn't asleep. Instead, he gently turned his body towards my wife's back and slid his smelly feet towards her soft feet, placing them foot-to-foot like that for a while. About ten minutes later, the young man reached his hand towards his wife's waist, slowly embracing her waist along her lower abdomen. Then he moved his genitals slightly towards the foot of the bed. At this point, I understood why he did this: he was much shorter than his wife, so he moved to position his genitals closer to her buttocks. He slowly approached his sleeping wife, and gradually, as seen in the monitor, he was completely pressed against her body. Judging from the shape of the blanket, his genitals were already touching his wife's vulva. They were pressed together. I was furious and wanted to call my wife immediately, but then I thought about it. How would this child face society after I made that call? I hardened my heart and didn't call to wake my wife. Instead, I calmly watched the monitor showing his actions with my wife. I thought his penis was probably hard and pressing against my wife's labia, even through the two pairs of underwear. The little devil was excitedly touching my wife's genitals. Then I suddenly thought that if he didn't ejaculate, he wouldn't be able to go soft. Would he masturbate? But I was completely wrong. He didn't rush to masturbate. Instead, he took off his underwear and spread one of his thighs between my wife's legs. Because of the blanket, he didn't succeed. He carefully pushed the blanket covering them to the side. Now he and my wife were completely exposed to my monitor. Then he didn't continue what he was doing. Instead, he sat up, slowly spread my wife's legs apart, and untied one side of the straps of my wife's underwear around her waist. This way, he could see my wife's... He knelt between his wife's legs, shifting himself back a considerable distance, and lay prone on the bed beneath her genitals. He brought his nose close, smelling her pubic hair and then her vulva. After a few minutes, he extended his tongue and slowly moved it towards her vulva, licking it carefully and meticulously. He gently parted her labia, opening them slightly, and then lightly licked her clitoris. The more he licked, the more excited he became, gradually beginning to use his mouth... He sucked on his wife's alluring vulva, each suck perfectly timed. With the stimulation of his tongue, his wife's vulva gradually began to secrete a large amount of vaginal fluid. Perhaps due to the effects of the drugs, his wife did not wake up, but her physiological instincts allowed her to enjoy the pleasure brought by oral sex. The more he licked, the more vaginal fluid he produced. He diligently swallowed the vaginal fluid he had worked so hard to obtain. He kept licking the vaginal fluid secreted by his wife. Suddenly, I noticed that his penis was much larger than when he masturbated at noon, and its length had also increased significantly.

I was completely stunned. I had never seen a first-year middle school boy's genitals develop to such an extent, even more impressive than those of male actors in pornographic films. I snapped back to reality and wondered why it wasn't this big and long during the day. Then it dawned on me: before, it was just masturbation, a complete fantasy. Now, it was real contact with a woman's genitals. Perhaps his wife's vaginal lubrication had stimulated his primal male instincts, causing them to fully awaken. Was it his wife's lubrication that awakened his genitals? Was that really it? At this moment, I could still think rationally about these kinds of questions. I immediately reminded myself to call my wife right away, or it would be too late. I immediately picked up my phone and called my wife's number, but man proposes, God disposes. Her phone was switched off. It was never switched off before. Why was it off today? Was this some kind of divine arrangement? Thinking back, it had been a month since I had sex with my wife, and I wouldn't be able to go back for another month. Then, just as I was about to give up, he began to act. He lay down on his side, lifted one of my wife's tender legs with one arm, and hugged her thigh, placing her knee above her chest. Then he placed his upper leg on top of her other leg. In this way, he could begin the sexual intercourse that fate had arranged between him and my wife. At this moment, I looked at the screen with disappointment and used the mouse to change the angle of the monitor, switching the view to my wife and the boy's lower body. Now I could clearly see that his penis looked terrifying and frightening, extremely angry. The glans looked like it was about to explode. I had never seen such a large glans before. Under the monitoring of the pinhole night vision, his glans appeared very shiny, and the color was already reddish-purple. I could even clearly see the blood vessels and blood vessels around the penis. At this moment, the penis had begun to throb. Was it beginning to call for my wife's vagina to envelop it, moisturize it, and engage in this high-quality sexual intercourse?

At this moment, nothing could replace his penis, and my wife's vagina was the best proof. My wife's vaginal opening was now secreting copious amounts of lubrication, meaning her genitals had been conquered by the enormous penis before her and were ready to receive intercourse and complete a high-quality sexual experience.

The boy pressed his prepared penis against my wife's vaginal opening, labia majora, and clitoris, beginning to slide and rub it. This was presumably a final preparation before penetration, allowing their genitals to greet each other and ensuring my wife's lubrication fully moistened his glans, achieving optimal lubrication.

At this point, the boy felt it was about time, so he changed his grip on my wife's legs to his hands, holding the soles of her feet. This made their position look exceptionally lewd and well-matched. After enjoying his wife's beautiful feet for a while, the boy slowly thrust his body forward, his glans gradually sliding into his wife's already restless honey hole. He slowly slid in, inserting little by little. Although his wife didn't wake up or make a sound, the large amount of love fluid she secreted and her two already engorged labia gently enveloping the boy's glans were enough to prove that his wife's body had already merged into this sexual intercourse.

His wife's alluring feet seemed obediently nestled in his palm.

As he penetrated, I adjusted my perspective again, this time seeing more clearly that his entire penis was now inside his wife's vagina. All I could see was his scrotum pressed intimately against his wife's labia. The point of contact between his penis and vagina was completely obscured by his wife's partially unbuttoned lace panties, making it impossible to see inside. Only his wife's pubic hair and a few of his were visible mixed within the lace, as if telling us that they had successfully united and hoped no one would disturb their genital exchange.

At this moment, he reluctantly put down his wife's feet and placed her legs on his buttocks. Because his wife's legs were long, they looked so harmonious, and their genitals were tightly intertwined, appearing so intimate. He didn't rush to start thrusting, but instead pulled the blanket over them again, covering them together. Then he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, and with one hand, he reached inside her bra to caress her breasts. This little devil really knew how to enjoy women; his posture was perfectly adjusted. Then he began his frantic, large-amplitude thrusting, which started slowly and gradually increased in speed.

Through the surveillance footage, I could vividly imagine what was happening inside the blankets. My wife's vagina and his penis were engaged in rapid, rhythmic thrusting. Her body trembled lightly with each impact, appearing incredibly wanton. I was now certain that my wife could fully accommodate and accept this astonishing penis entering and exiting her vagina. Therefore, I could conclude that my wife's vagina was perfectly suited for his large penis to thrust into her vigorously, and his penis was equally well-suited to be her sexual partner, because only his penis could arouse her long-dormant sexual desire, leading to orgasm.

My wife's and his reproductive organs were a perfect match, with no extra space, achieving the most perfect sexual union.

I now estimated that they would continue like this for an hour, perhaps even two hours, until he ejaculated his vigorous semen.

At this moment, I sensed my wife was awake. As his thrusting intensified, her body moved in rhythm with his movements, her waist swaying slightly, her face showing obvious enjoyment. Perhaps she was already captivated by the pleasure his large penis brought her. She didn't interrupt him but continued to pretend to be asleep. My wife was silently enjoying the intense friction of this energetic young man's penis against her vagina. It seemed she truly craved this feeling. She

had long forgotten he was still a child; perhaps she had focused all her attention on the point where his and her genitals met.

I didn't watch the whole thing, because I already guessed that for the next ten days, my wife would definitely choose to have sex with him every night. Perhaps they would try many different positions, even positions my wife and I had never tried before, because only his penis could completely satisfy my wife's long-suppressed desires. I couldn't even imagine it anymore. At this moment, I turned off the computer and lay down on the bed like a log, falling asleep.

The next day, I was busy all day, but my mind was still filled with images from the previous day. I got back to the hotel around 9 pm, and after much deliberation, I finally turned on the computer to check on things at home.

My wife was watching TV in the living room. Judging from her attire, she had probably already showered and was wearing my favorite thin silk nightgown. It was obvious she wasn't paying attention; she looked restless, probably because she was about to be teased by that little devil again.

The little devil was playing on the computer in the study. I adjusted my angle and saw him browsing an adult website. He was shirtless, wearing only underwear. I guessed he was doing this on purpose, to give my wife some psychological suggestion.

Around 9:30 pm, my wife called to the little devil in the study, "Go to sleep early." He grunted and replied, "Auntie, go to sleep first. I'll take a shower and then go to sleep." My

wife went from the living room to the bedroom, took out two sleeping pills, held them in her hand for a long time without taking them, and finally put them on the bedside table, her expression very complicated.

She habitually took off her nightgown and placed it on a chair in the bedroom, then suddenly blushed, probably recalling the incident of being teased by the little devil the day before.

Just as she was about to put the nightgown back on, she heard the bathroom door close, meaning the little devil was about to enter. The wife nervously threw the nightgown she hadn't had time to put on back on the chair and rolled over, facing inwards, onto the bed.

The little devil entered, wearing only underwear. The bedroom lamp was still on, casting a yellowish light. Due to her haste, the blanket wasn't properly covering her; only her waist and below were under the covers, her upper body exposed. The little devil swallowed hard, staring at her smooth, white back. Then he noticed the two untaken sleeping pills on the bedside table, a smug look spreading across his face.

The devil got into bed, turned to his wife, and greedily admired her back.

Less than ten minutes later, he made his move.

He reached his hand towards his wife's fair back. The moment his fingers touched her body, she trembled. Clearly, she wasn't sleepy and her body was sensitive, but she didn't move, remaining turned away from the young man.

The young man gently stroked his wife's back, gradually moving to her waist... to her full buttocks... her thighs... Throughout this process, his wife trembled slightly. The young man pressed himself forward, completely against his wife's back.

Skin to skin, from another camera angle, I could see his wife's delicate eyebrows furrowed, her face flushed with tension.

The young man was very experienced, starting by kissing his wife's neck and back from behind. His wife trembled even more, but still didn't make a sound or move, letting the young man continue.

The young man skillfully unhooked his wife's bra from behind, then immediately reached inside and firmly grasped his wife's beautiful breasts.

Clearly, his wife was gritting her teeth and enduring, not wanting to make a sound.

Just like yesterday, the young man easily untied his wife's panty ties.

The young man suddenly pulled his wife onto her back, rolled over, and pinned her down, spreading her legs with his own. His thick genitals were already pressed against her vulva.

His wife finally made a sound, only saying "No, no," and pushing the young man away, but to me, the resistance seemed weak and merely symbolic.

The young man pressed his upper body against his wife and said a few words. Although I couldn't hear them clearly, I could understand the gist of it.

He said, "Auntie, I've played with you twice last night and this morning, what's with all the 'no, no' stuff? My dick is right on your pussy now, look how wet you are."

His wife blushed deeply at these words, her resistance even weaker, then seemingly grasping the young man's arm. Taking advantage of this, the young man suddenly entered his wife's body. She let out a cry, her hands falling limply to the bed.

The young man continued, "Auntie, last night when I first played with you, you pretended to be asleep. This morning when I did it to you again, you still didn't make a sound.

Today I'm going to make you moan..."

He was a computer engineer, and his wife was a kindergarten teacher.

We've been married for seven years, and I love her very much; she loves me too.

Our relationship has been wonderful for almost seven years, from dating to marriage.

I'm 37 years old and have achieved some success in my career, though I often need to travel for work.

My wife is 32 and loves taking care of children. Unfortunately, we haven't had children yet because she plans to work for a few more years. She's a very career-oriented woman, so we've discussed having a child later.

My wife is 168 cm tall and weighs 50 kg. She has a very shapely, S-shaped figure. Her skin is very white, smooth, and tender, especially her long, slender legs—they are incredibly sexy. My wife likes to wear lace lingerie, and those stockings that make my blood boil when she wears them are something I guarantee few men could resist.

One incident remains unforgettable. It happened in mid-July last year, during the hot summer. I received a project assignment from my company—a large project that would take about a month. I was quite helpless, but there was nothing I could do; it was work.

My wife was also unhappy when she found out, complaining that the company always sent me on business trips. I comforted her, saying, "What can I do? I'm a key employee. I'll take you to Beijing when I get back." Hearing this, my wife cheered up. So, I booked my plane ticket, took the documents and contracts from the company, and set off.

Let me first explain the background. Here's what happened: I live on the 6th floor, the top floor, and there are only two households on each floor. Across from us lives an elderly couple who have always been very kind to my wife and me, often bringing us food and drinks. Over time, we've become very close friends with them. The husband is 46 years old and the wife is 45. I call them Brother and Sister-in-law. They have a son who is only 157 centimeters tall and just started junior high school. His grades aren't very good, and he's quite introverted and rarely speaks. He never greets me, but since he's just a child, I didn't think much of it. However, his parents are a very warm and friendly couple. I often drink and eat with his father, and we get along very well.

About a week after I left on my business trip, my neighbor called to say that he and his wife had to go back to their hometown for an urgent matter and might not be back for about ten days. They asked if their son could stay with me temporarily because he needed to attend tutoring classes every day, and his grades weren't good to begin with. They didn't want him to miss those ten days of classes. I didn't feel comfortable refusing, so I asked when they were leaving. They said they were leaving that afternoon. I said okay, and I'd call my wife to let her know. My neighbor was very grateful. I said, "Brother, we've known each other for so long, don't be so polite." I told him to wait while I called home.

My wife agreed without saying anything, and I told her to go to my neighbor's house to pick up the child. We exchanged a few friendly greetings and then hung up. After

hanging up, I realized that we only had one double bed. I couldn't let the child sleep on the sofa, so I decided to let my wife make the arrangements herself.

My apartment has a peculiar layout. It's not very big, only 86 square meters. After entering, there's a hallway; the bathroom, shower, and kitchen are near the entrance, then the balcony. At the very back, there's a large door frame leading to the living room. The bedroom is at the far end of the living room. The bedroom is quite small, only big enough for a bed, a dressing table, and a wardrobe. The bed is against the wall, and the length of the bedroom is only the distance from the headboard to the foot of the bed. I usually lie on the outside of the bed, while my wife lies on the inside against the wall. We designed it this way to have a larger living room.

Right now, I'm taking a nap and feeling bored, so I watched a movie for a while. Then I remembered the hidden camera in our apartment. It was installed when we first moved into the new building to keep theft away. Since my wife and I aren't home during the day, I installed it without her knowledge, and she still doesn't know.

Out of boredom, I turned on the remote control device on my laptop to check on the house. The first view was of the front door; the hallway was quiet. Then I switched to the second view, the indoor corridor. Just as I was about to switch to the third view, the door opened, and a boy with a backpack came in. I immediately recognized him as the neighbor's kid. My wife had probably given him the keys first, since she doesn't get home from get off work until after 5 pm, and the kid's tutoring ends at noon. He was probably back from his tutoring session. My wife wasn't home; she was at work. I smoked a cigarette while watching the kid's self-study progress. His father had told me on the phone earlier to have my wife supervise his son's studies. After he closed the door, put down his backpack, and took off his shoes, I noticed him hesitate, as if staring at something. I adjusted my view; he was staring at my wife's stockings. The black stockings she had taken off were lying on... On the top of the shoe rack, I watched him suspiciously in the security camera footage. He picked up the stockings, held them in his hands, and actually started smelling them. I was stunned. He smelled my wife's stockings for about two minutes, then put them back. He looked at the slippers, and instead of wearing mine, he chose to wear my wife's. He first picked up my wife's slippers, smelled them, and then put them on before going into the living room. I thought to myself, this guy is usually quite introverted, but he's so perverted and weird. I immediately switched the camera to the living room. The guy took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and walked towards the bathroom. I switched back to viewpoint 2 to observe. There were no cameras in the bathroom, so I couldn't see what was happening inside. After about five minutes, the guy came out of the bathroom, holding a pair of lace panties. Those were the unwashed panties my wife had just taken off that morning. The guy lay down on the bed in the bedroom and pulled his panties down to his thighs. Wow! This guy's penis was huge, a whole size bigger than mine, and very long, maybe a third longer. I watched him masturbate for a while, then he opened my wife's panties and wrapped the part of the panties that touched her genitals around his large glans. I saw his head tilt back, let out a long breath, seemingly enjoying it, and then he started stroking it. Through my wife's lace panties, I could clearly see his penis, hard and large, pressing against the area where my wife's secretions were on her panties. I was really surprised by his actions, and what surprised me even more was that I didn't... The thought that a boy in his first year of junior high school could have such a large and impressive penis, surpassing even that of an adult male, made me feel ashamed of myself. At that moment, I wasn't angry that he was masturbating with my wife's underwear; rather, I felt envious and jealous of the stimulation from his thick, long penis. A perverted thought even crossed my mind: what would it be like if such a thick, long, and erect penis were fully inserted into my wife's pink vagina? Would she be able to smoothly accommodate and accept this penis, which was longer and larger than mine, and engage in piston-like thrusting?

My own penis actually hardened with this thought. I immediately shook my head, unable to bear the thought any longer, and reluctantly turned off the camera, put on my work clothes, and left the break room to work on my afternoon project.

I finished around 8 PM, then went out for dinner and drinks with my partners from the contract signing project—it was quite enjoyable.

Back in the lounge, I washed up and lay on the bed, smoking and resting. When I finished, I saw it was past 9 pm, time to rest. Just as I was about to lie down, I suddenly thought about what happened during my lunch break. I wondered how they would sleep tonight. Driven by curiosity, I turned on my laptop. The first view that caught my eye was view number 1. All the lights by the door were off, but I could still see clearly because the pinhole camera I installed had night vision, allowing me to monitor even in very low light. Then I switched to view number 2. The first thing I saw was my wife's high heels and that kid's shoes, neatly arranged together. The bathroom light was on, and through the patterned glass, I could see a figure inside, probably taking a shower. I lit a cigarette and watched the monitor. A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and out came my wife, wrapped in a towel and wearing spare slippers. She walked towards the living room. The kid was wearing my wife's slippers; my wife probably didn't dare tell him.

I immediately switched to perspective 3. The neighbor's child was doing homework in the living room, while my wife went into the bedroom and closed the door. After drying her hair, she changed into her usual lace underwear and bra. Then she opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. I thought to myself, "You go out dressed like that? Won't that kid see everything?" Maybe my wife thinks he's a child. Actually, I wasn't that concerned, but after what happened at noon, I started to worry. I was worried my wife would let him sleep in the bedroom with her. At this moment, my wife sat down next to the child to check his homework progress, then looked at the clock, indicating that it was time for him to rest. My wife first told him to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and then... Then, the little guy obediently went into the bathroom to wash up. My wife turned off the living room light and didn't put any pillows or blankets on the sofa. She then went into the bedroom. We have the air conditioning on, so we don't open the windows. My wife drew the curtains, made the bed, and lay down. At this point, I completely understood that my wife had decided to sleep with the child. This was within my expectations, because I knew there was only one set of blankets, so they had to sleep together. My wife was lying on the bed. The entire bedroom was lit only by a bedside lamp, but the pinhole night vision was very effective, and everything in the room was clearly visible.

At this point, I switched to perspective 2. The sound of running water was still going on, so he was probably almost done showering, maybe two minutes later. The little guy came out of the bathroom, wearing my wife's slippers, and walked to the living room, then into the bedroom. My wife wasn't asleep yet, probably waiting for him to finish showering. She then took two sleeping pills. Because she works at a kindergarten, dealing with noisy children every day, the long-term work environment has given her insomnia. So, she takes two sleeping pills before bed and usually sleeps soundly until dawn. At this moment, it seemed like they were... What were they talking about? It was probably that kid asking what medicine my wife had taken. After a few words, my wife gestured for him to close the bedroom door and go to sleep. After closing the door, the kid took off his towel, leaving only his underwear, and got into bed with his shirt off. He got into my wife's bed. My wife casually turned off the bedside lamp. Now my wife and the kid were in bed together, my wife facing away from him, asleep. The kid, however, seemed very nervous and couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps the physical contact with my wife in bed was causing him some kind of physical reaction. He lay there, facing the ceiling, motionless, for a long time. I was exhausted watching him, chain-smoking. About half an hour later, I checked the time—it was 11 pm. I figured I should just go to sleep. My wife was already asleep, and the little devil hadn't reacted for so long, so he was probably asleep too. I stood up, took a sip of water, went to the bathroom, and when I came back to turn off the computer, I noticed he wasn't asleep. Instead, he gently turned his body towards my wife's back and slid his smelly feet towards her soft feet, placing them foot-to-foot like that for a while. About ten minutes later, the young man reached his hand towards his wife's waist, slowly embracing her waist along her lower abdomen. Then he moved his genitals slightly towards the foot of the bed. At this point, I understood why he did this: he was much shorter than his wife, so he moved to position his genitals closer to her buttocks. He slowly approached his sleeping wife, and gradually, as seen in the monitor, he was completely pressed against her body. Judging from the shape of the blanket, his genitals were already touching his wife's vulva. They were pressed together. I was furious and wanted to call my wife immediately, but then I thought about it. How would this child face society after I made that call? I hardened my heart and didn't call to wake my wife. Instead, I calmly watched the monitor showing his actions with my wife. I thought his penis was probably hard and pressing against my wife's labia, even through the two pairs of underwear. The little devil was excitedly touching my wife's genitals. Then I suddenly thought that if he didn't ejaculate, he wouldn't be able to go soft. Would he masturbate? But I was completely wrong. He didn't rush to masturbate. Instead, he took off his underwear and spread one of his thighs between my wife's legs. Because of the blanket, he didn't succeed. He carefully pushed the blanket covering them to the side. Now he and my wife were completely exposed to my monitor. Then he didn't continue what he was doing. Instead, he sat up, slowly spread my wife's legs apart, and untied one side of the straps of my wife's underwear around her waist. This way, he could see my wife's... He knelt between his wife's legs, shifting himself back a considerable distance, and lay prone on the bed beneath her genitals. He brought his nose close, smelling her pubic hair and then her vulva. After a few minutes, he extended his tongue and slowly moved it towards her vulva, licking it carefully and meticulously. He gently parted her labia, opening them slightly, and then lightly licked her clitoris. The more he licked, the more excited he became, gradually beginning to use his mouth... He sucked on his wife's alluring vulva, each suck perfectly timed. With the stimulation of his tongue, his wife's vulva gradually began to secrete a large amount of vaginal fluid. Perhaps due to the effects of the drugs, his wife did not wake up, but her physiological instincts allowed her to enjoy the pleasure brought by oral sex. The more he licked, the more vaginal fluid he produced. He diligently swallowed the vaginal fluid he had worked so hard to obtain. He kept licking the vaginal fluid secreted by his wife. Suddenly, I noticed that his penis was much larger than when he masturbated at noon, and its length had also increased significantly.

I was completely stunned. I had never seen a first-year middle school boy's genitals develop to such an extent, even more impressive than those of male actors in pornographic films. I snapped back to reality and wondered why it wasn't this big and long during the day. Then it dawned on me: before, it was just masturbation, a complete fantasy. Now, it was real contact with a woman's genitals. Perhaps his wife's vaginal lubrication had stimulated his primal male instincts, causing them to fully awaken. Was it his wife's lubrication that awakened his genitals? Was that really it? At this moment, I could still think rationally about these kinds of questions. I immediately reminded myself to call my wife right away, or it would be too late. I immediately picked up my phone and called my wife's number, but man proposes, God disposes. Her phone was switched off. It was never switched off before. Why was it off today? Was this some kind of divine arrangement? Thinking back, it had been a month since I had sex with my wife, and I wouldn't be able to go back for another month. Then, just as I was about to give up, he began to act. He lay down on his side, lifted one of my wife's tender legs with one arm, and hugged her thigh, placing her knee above her chest. Then he placed his upper leg on top of her other leg. In this way, he could begin the sexual intercourse that fate had arranged between him and my wife. At this moment, I looked at the screen with disappointment and used the mouse to change the angle of the monitor, switching the view to my wife and the boy's lower body. Now I could clearly see that his penis looked terrifying and frightening, extremely angry. The glans looked like it was about to explode. I had never seen such a large glans before. Under the monitoring of the pinhole night vision, his glans appeared very shiny, and the color was already reddish-purple. I could even clearly see the blood vessels and blood vessels around the penis. At this moment, the penis had begun to throb. Was it beginning to call for my wife's vagina to envelop it, moisturize it, and engage in this high-quality sexual intercourse?

At this moment, nothing could replace his penis, and my wife's vagina was the best proof. My wife's vaginal opening was now secreting copious amounts of lubrication, meaning her genitals had been conquered by the enormous penis before her and were ready to receive intercourse and complete a high-quality sexual experience.

The boy pressed his prepared penis against my wife's vaginal opening, labia majora, and clitoris, beginning to slide and rub it. This was presumably a final preparation before penetration, allowing their genitals to greet each other and ensuring my wife's lubrication fully moistened his glans, achieving optimal lubrication.

At this point, the boy felt it was about time, so he changed his grip on my wife's legs to his hands, holding the soles of her feet. This made their position look exceptionally lewd and well-matched. After enjoying his wife's beautiful feet for a while, the boy slowly thrust his body forward, his glans gradually sliding into his wife's already restless honey hole. He slowly slid in, inserting little by little. Although his wife didn't wake up or make a sound, the large amount of love fluid she secreted and her two already engorged labia gently enveloping the boy's glans were enough to prove that his wife's body had already merged into this sexual intercourse.

His wife's alluring feet seemed obediently nestled in his palm.

As he penetrated, I adjusted my perspective again, this time seeing more clearly that his entire penis was now inside his wife's vagina. All I could see was his scrotum pressed intimately against his wife's labia. The point of contact between his penis and vagina was completely obscured by his wife's partially unbuttoned lace panties, making it impossible to see inside. Only his wife's pubic hair and a few of his were visible mixed within the lace, as if telling us that they had successfully united and hoped no one would disturb their genital exchange.

At this moment, he reluctantly put down his wife's feet and placed her legs on his buttocks. Because his wife's legs were long, they looked so harmonious, and their genitals were tightly intertwined, appearing so intimate. He didn't rush to start thrusting, but instead pulled the blanket over them again, covering them together. Then he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, and with one hand, he reached inside her bra to caress her breasts. This little devil really knew how to enjoy women; his posture was perfectly adjusted. Then he began his frantic, large-amplitude thrusting, which started slowly and gradually increased in speed.

Through the surveillance footage, I could vividly imagine what was happening inside the blankets. My wife's vagina and his penis were engaged in rapid, rhythmic thrusting. Her body trembled lightly with each impact, appearing incredibly wanton. I was now certain that my wife could fully accommodate and accept this astonishing penis entering and exiting her vagina. Therefore, I could conclude that my wife's vagina was perfectly suited for his large penis to thrust into her vigorously, and his penis was equally well-suited to be her sexual partner, because only his penis could arouse her long-dormant sexual desire, leading to orgasm.

My wife's and his reproductive organs were a perfect match, with no extra space, achieving the most perfect sexual union.

I now estimated that they would continue like this for an hour, perhaps even two hours, until he ejaculated his vigorous semen.

At this moment, I sensed my wife was awake. As his thrusting intensified, her body moved in rhythm with his movements, her waist swaying slightly, her face showing obvious enjoyment. Perhaps she was already captivated by the pleasure his large penis brought her. She didn't interrupt him but continued to pretend to be asleep. My wife was silently enjoying the intense friction of this energetic young man's penis against her vagina. It seemed she truly craved this feeling. She

had long forgotten he was still a child; perhaps she had focused all her attention on the point where his and her genitals met.

I didn't watch the whole thing, because I already guessed that for the next ten days, my wife would definitely choose to have sex with him every night. Perhaps they would try many different positions, even positions my wife and I had never tried before, because only his penis could completely satisfy my wife's long-suppressed desires. I couldn't even imagine it anymore. At this moment, I turned off the computer and lay down on the bed like a log, falling asleep.

The next day, I was busy all day, but my mind was still filled with images from the previous day. I got back to the hotel around 9 pm, and after much deliberation, I finally turned on the computer to check on things at home.

My wife was watching TV in the living room. Judging from her attire, she had probably already showered and was wearing my favorite thin silk nightgown. It was obvious she wasn't paying attention; she looked restless, probably because she was about to be teased by that little devil again.

The little devil was playing on the computer in the study. I adjusted my angle and saw him browsing an adult website. He was shirtless, wearing only underwear. I guessed he was doing this on purpose, to give my wife some psychological suggestion.

Around 9:30 pm, my wife called to the little devil in the study, "Go to sleep early." He grunted and replied, "Auntie, go to sleep first. I'll take a shower and then go to sleep." My

wife went from the living room to the bedroom, took out two sleeping pills, held them in her hand for a long time without taking them, and finally put them on the bedside table, her expression very complicated.

She habitually took off her nightgown and placed it on a chair in the bedroom, then suddenly blushed, probably recalling the incident of being teased by the little devil the day before.

Just as she was about to put the nightgown back on, she heard the bathroom door close, meaning the little devil was about to enter. The wife nervously threw the nightgown she hadn't had time to put on back on the chair and rolled over, facing inwards, onto the bed.

The little devil entered, wearing only underwear. The bedroom lamp was still on, casting a yellowish light. Due to her haste, the blanket wasn't properly covering her; only her waist and below were under the covers, her upper body exposed. The little devil swallowed hard, staring at her smooth, white back. Then he noticed the two untaken sleeping pills on the bedside table, a smug look spreading across his face.

The devil got into bed, turned to his wife, and greedily admired her back.

Less than ten minutes later, he made his move.

He reached his hand towards his wife's fair back. The moment his fingers touched her body, she trembled. Clearly, she wasn't sleepy and her body was sensitive, but she didn't move, remaining turned away from the young man.

The young man gently stroked his wife's back, gradually moving to her waist... to her full buttocks... her thighs... Throughout this process, his wife trembled slightly. The young man pressed himself forward, completely against his wife's back.

Skin to skin, from another camera angle, I could see his wife's delicate eyebrows furrowed, her face flushed with tension.

The young man was very experienced, starting by kissing his wife's neck and back from behind. His wife trembled even more, but still didn't make a sound or move, letting the young man continue.

The young man skillfully unhooked his wife's bra from behind, then immediately reached inside and firmly grasped his wife's beautiful breasts.

Clearly, his wife was gritting her teeth and enduring, not wanting to make a sound.

Just like yesterday, the young man easily untied his wife's panty ties.

The young man suddenly pulled his wife onto her back, rolled over, and pinned her down, spreading her legs with his own. His thick genitals were already pressed against her vulva.

His wife finally made a sound, only saying "No, no," while pushing the young man away. But from my perspective, her resistance was weak and merely symbolic.

The young man pressed his upper body against his wife and said a few words. Although I couldn't hear them clearly, I could understand the gist of it.

He said, "Auntie, I've played with you twice last night and this morning. What's with all the 'no, no' stuff? My dick is right there on your pussy. Look how wet you are!"

His wife blushed deeply at these words, her resistance weakening further. Then, it looked like she was gently grasping the young man's arm. Taking advantage of this, the young man suddenly entered her. His wife let out a cry, her hands falling limply to the bed.

The young man continued, "Auntie, last night when I first played with you, you pretended to be asleep. This morning when I did it to you again, you still didn't make a sound.

Today I'm going to make you moan..."

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