My spoiled wife is naughty

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My beloved
wife is my wife from birth; she's my cousin.

Some might ask, how can close relatives marry these days? Let me explain.

I live in a medium-sized city in central China, and I grew up in Chengguan Town. My whole family lives
there ; my wife's grandmother and my maternal grandfather were siblings.

Yes, my wife and I are cousins, and we were even betrothed as children. I've known she'd be
my wife since I can remember.

I vaguely remember the first time I saw her. I was about five or six years old, a little
rascal .

That day, my mother said to me, "Little Tiger (my nickname), come with me to see your little sister."

I asked where the little sister was, and my mother took me to my cousin's house.

That day was my wife's one-month celebration. I
saw her in her cradle (a kind of bamboo and wooden cradle, about a meter long and half a meter wide, rarely seen nowadays). She was pink and tender, lying in the cradle.

I don't know why, but I still clearly remember my reaction at that time. I lay down and kissed her, and the little
baby giggled. I kept kissing her all day, then sang kindergarten songs and danced kindergarten dances to play with her
.

I asked my mother, "What's her name?" My mother said, "She doesn't have a name yet. Your maternal grandfather will
name her when she's 100 days old."

This was necessary, because my maternal grandfather also named me. He was a
well-known , having served as the principal of the town's middle school for nearly twenty years.

By the way, my name is Qin Feng.

The word "feng" (楓) sounds like "feng" (豐), which means "abundant" or "red," so Grandpa naturally hoped our family would prosper and have a prosperous life!
At that time, the adults were all gathered around
us
. I don't know if it was my aunt or some other auntie, but she asked me, "Xiaohu, how about I give you your little sister to be your wife?" At that time, I didn't quite understand the word "wife," but I knew it was a good thing, so I nodded in agreement.

As she gradually grew up, I had a little tagalong.

Of course, she also had a name: Yating! Grandpa named her that, hoping she would grow up to be a quiet and beautiful
girl.

From a young age, Yating was always very attached to me. Because our families lived relatively close, we slept in the same bed many,
many times, until I entered junior high school.

I remember when my whole family sent me off to study in the city, Ya-ting chased after the bus, crying her heart out. I was heartbroken
for a long time too.

Ya-ting officially became my fiancée when I graduated from university, at the age of twenty-one, and Ya-ting was sixteen.

That day, all our relatives gathered together, happily and enthusiastically blessing us.

Amidst the cheers of our family, I formally kissed Ya-ting.

Hehe, although I had secretly kissed her before.

That whole day, Ya-ting's face was flushed, and she didn't say much, but I knew she was very
happy .

After that came the long wait—waiting for her to graduate from high school and then from university! Our wedding day was truly
lively ; there were people everywhere, both acquaintances and strangers.

My mind was a jumbled mess, my heart pounding.

Grandpa had specially arranged a bright red wedding sedan chair, which was carried all the way to the main hall before being unloaded. The moment Yating stepped out of the chair, my
heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

A shy smile graced her delicate, fair face.

I trembled as I pulled her down from the chair, knowing that she would hold me tightly for the rest of my life! The tedious wedding
ceremony finally ended, and after much effort of dealing with the boisterous relatives and friends, the sky gradually darkened.

Our relatives left one by one. My mother, in our new room, told me not to let Yating suffer any mistreatment.
I readily agreed, and she left the room with a satisfied smile.

It was completely dark when we looked at each other and smiled in the brightly lit room.

No words were needed. My little wife threw herself into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her sweetly and
passionately she felt like a lump of soft clay.

I vigorously removed her clothes, caressing her passionately,
kissing to her toes.

After gently entering her tender, tight virgin honey pot, I kissed away the sweet tears in her eyes
while impulsively thrusting until I ejaculated endless semen into her body! The sweetness of our marriage goes without saying. A year
later, our baby was born, a lovely girl.

Our parents' joy was indescribable. We didn't have to worry about anything for our little one. As my mother said,
our task was to work hard for our baby; we didn't need to worry about anything at home.

Thanks to our parents, we focused wholeheartedly on our work for several years. We both did well in our respective jobs
, bought our own vehicles, and last year, with the help of our elders,
we purchased .

As Yating put it, if our house were in one of those bustling big cities, it would be
the envy ! Those wonderful memories are truly the source of my happiness.

Some unexpected things happen, and it was the summer of 2006. I was in
a good mood that day. The company had a last-minute overtime work session on the weekend, but the work that was supposed to be finished in the afternoon was completed before 11 a.m. thanks to
everyone 's enthusiastic efforts.

After saying goodbye to my supervisor and colleagues, I drove to a small shop that Yating liked to buy some of her favorite
snacks and happily headed home, hoping to give her a little surprise! I didn't honk the horn, parked the car
, took out my keys, and opened the door.

Yating wasn't on the first floor, but I could hear her giggling coming from the second floor.

Who was she chatting with? I thought maybe it was her or my cousins? Or maybe her two best friends? Hehe,
I'll go scare them! I put the snacks on the coffee table and tiptoed upstairs.

The sound came from the study. I went closer and, through the crack in the door that wasn't fully closed, I saw Yating's back.
She was sitting in front of the computer. I thought to myself, "Oh, so she's online."

She was wearing pajamas, her left leg stretched out on the floor, her right leg curled up in the swivel chair, her left hand holding
the earpiece, her right hand holding the microphone.

Her focused expression made me stare blankly for a while, until she said, "What? It's not that exaggerated
!" Then she let out a sweet laugh.

I felt a little nervous—what was going on? Who was Yating chatting with, making her so happy? I wanted to call out
to her, but I felt uneasy, wondering what I was worried about. Like an idiot, I retreated downstairs and picked up...
I opened the front door, stood at the doorway, and shouted, "Tingting, I'm home! Tingting, are you home?"
About a minute or two later, Tingting answered.

I stood at the door, thinking: She's turning off the computer! I was incredibly curious—who was she chatting with?!

Tingting happily ran downstairs, jumped on me, and hugged my neck tightly, laughing joyfully, "
Brother's home! Why so early today? Didn't you say it would be afternoon?"

Looking at Tingting's happy little face, I couldn't help but scold myself for being so anxious! I hugged her and
planted a big kiss on her luscious red lips, laughing, "Finished your work? Come back and be with my little
darling !"

Ya-ting happily took the snacks from my hand, overjoyed. "Brother, take a rest for a bit. I'll make you
something delicious, ah, my favorite peach shortbread, thank you, brother."

Watching Ya-ting run towards the kitchen, I sat down on the sofa in the living room, loosened my tie, and let out a long sigh,
casting aside the unpleasant thoughts in my mind! Five minutes later, my lunch was served. Haha, egg
noodles ! Just as I expected, this was all Tingting could make! I took the noodles and devoured them.
Ya-ting sat next to me, resting her chin on her hands, watching me eat the noodles she made! After quickly finishing the noodles,
I leaned back and exclaimed, "So delicious!"

I stroked my chin, pretending to ponder, "Hmm, I'm full. What should we do now?"

Tingting giggled, cleared the table, and went to the kitchen, saying with a smile, "Brother, you can do whatever you want
."

I quickly followed, snatched the bowl from her hand, rinsed it haphazardly at the sink, and tossed it aside.
I hugged her slender waist tightly and exclaimed, "Now that you're full, you're definitely going to do 'that'!"

Ya Ting giggled, "To do 'that,' you have to take a nice shower first. Brother, go take a shower."

I called to her to shower with me, and dragged Tingting to the bathroom.

While quickly taking off my clothes, I untied Ya-ting's sash. Ya-ting dodged my advances,
reached for the showerhead, and looked down to see my erect penis
.

She grabbed it, saying, "You little rascal, can't even behave in a shower." Her grab sent a rush of blood through me. I quickly rinsed myself off, picked up Ya-ting, and hurried upstairs to
the bedroom.

I tossed the soaking wet Ya-ting onto the bed, and I pounced on her, equally wet.

I kissed her captivating lips fiercely, my tongue exploring her pearly white teeth
. "Mmm..."

Ya-ting responded without hesitation, her lips enveloping my tongue, as if she were sucking on a penis, manipulating the foreign object invading her
mouth.

My hands started to wander, sliding from her shoulders to her chest, my palms kneading
her firm breasts.

My kisses continued down, skipping her chest, pausing briefly between Ya-ting's legs, then continuing down to her
toes.

I lifted her ankle with one hand and held her arch with the other, raising her delicate, sculpted foot close to
my face: "How about I kiss your little feet first?"

Ya-ting smiled lazily: "You have a foot fetish!" "

Who told you to be so charming? I don't just have a foot fetish, there are many other parts of your body I adore."

There's no such thing as too much flattery, and besides, I wasn't lying.

As I spoke, I started from her heels, gently kissing and licking them, even lightly biting them a few
times with my teeth.

Her soles were so sensitive; even a kiss made her giggle. I, however, thoroughly ravaged her
toes .

I took each of Ya-ting's toes into my mouth, gently sucking on her pearly tips,
slipping between her toes where they smelled of soap. "Mmm…"

Ya-ting watched my every move, her face a complex expression, and said, "Brother… you haven't licked me
like this it feels so strange…"

"Doesn't it feel good?"

I got up and lay on her chest, placing my hands there again.

Ya-ting's fair skin gradually turned pink, transforming from a flat neck into two gently rising
mounds . The skin on her breasts was like solidified cream. I suddenly exclaimed, "So white and tender, they look very
nutritious."

"Hehe..."

Ya-ting laughed, her tender breasts trembling slightly. "Baby wants to nurse?"

Although she was lying flat on the bed, her breasts only lost a little
height due to the downward expansion of her ribs, but they became even rounder. A shallow cleavage could still be seen between her breasts. One advantage of lying on her back like this was that
the outline of Ya-ting's breasts looked particularly round. Near the center, her fair skin gradually turned into a tender
pink. I carefully admired these buds. Ya-ting's areola was about the size of a one-yuan coin, and
in the very center was a cherry-like nipple, standing erect on the breast.

Ya-ting was clearly aroused, because although her nipples hadn't been directly touched,
they were already erect, tempting me to almost immediately "suck" them

.

I reached out my left hand and gently stroked Ya-ting's flat stomach, slowly circling upwards from her navel, gradually
approaching the bottom line of her breasts. She gently closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling deeply. I brought my mouth close to her ear: "
Little sister, are you already wet?"

Ya-ting, with her eyes closed, simply nodded.

"Mmm..."

A sudden soft moan came from the way I teased her delicate left nipple with the tip of my tongue, slowly licking it while
gently breathing warm air onto it. At the same time, my right hand lifted her right breast, deliberately avoiding
the nipple but kneading her plump mound. Her tender, almost melting
breast, full of elasticity, swayed with my caresses.

"Mmm... Brother... don't... hmph... just teasing me... ha... mmm..."

Ya-ting complained about my roundabout tactics, but I still suppressed my impulse and continued to slowly
knead her right breast with similar techniques.

"Ya-ting, little sister..."

I gently sucked on her nipple with my lips, then whispered in her ear, "How about sucking your pretty
nipples ?"

"Mmm... okay... mmm..."

Ya-ting answered weakly.

My hand, which had been kneading her breasts, moved down her body, gliding over her smooth, flat abdomen. When
my fingers approached Ya-ting's lower abdomen, she let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling slightly, but I didn't...
Instead of immediately invading her mons pubis, I repeatedly roamed along the inside of her rounded thighs, gently stroking her
smooth and . This made Ya-ting say in a slightly hoarse, trembling voice, "Brother...don't...tease me anymore
...um...I...I'm so wet..."

I moved to her lower abdomen like lightning, and just as I was about to bring my lips to her honey pot, Ya-ting reflexively
clamped my head between her legs.

I wrapped my arms around Ya-ting's thighs, which were clamping my head, so that I could place my fingers on her
mons pubis and part her plump labia. My tongue, coated with Ya-ting's warm, glistening,
slightly salty love juice, pressed firmly against her clitoris, teasing it rapidly, making her tremble. My fingers
then ventured placing them on her soft, hot petals, parting them to reveal the pink inner walls.

Except for the pale brown flesh-colored outer edge of her labia minora, the inside of her wet, moist vulva was a tender pink, with the small urethral opening
barely visible. The other opening, though not much larger, was clearly the busiest and most
active center of Ya-ting's vagina.

Her vaginal opening was slightly obscured by her labia, which were parted vertically and slightly protruded—my
masterpiece from years ago! The remnants of Ya-ting's hymen! Due to excitement and engorgement, Ya-ting's vaginal opening was particularly tight,
but the small opening was slightly opening and closing, with clear, colorless fluid constantly overflowing.

"Brother... come in...!"

Ya-ting cried
out . My heart tightened, and I could no longer bear to tease her. I quickly knelt between her legs: "Sister, hold
your brother's penis and help me go in."

Ya-ting couldn't wait to put her right hand between her legs and gently pinched the middle of my penis with her index and middle fingers, pressing
the glans firmly against her clitoris. I then thrust forward and slowly inserted the glans into Ya-ting's narrow
vagina.

Ya-ting closed her eyes, her face showing both distress and pleasure: "Brother, ah...husband...um
..."

I had long since stopped suppressing my desire for penetration, and with Ya-ting's encouragement, I
thrust in and out without any restraint as soon as I entered, pulling my penis almost entirely out with each stroke, and then quickly pushing it back into Ya-ting's hungry
honey hole . The intense movements combined with waves of pleasure made me gasp for breath: "Um...Ya...Ya-ting sister
...is this...comfortable?"

"Yes...yes...comfortable...harder...brother, thrust...harder...ah..."

Ya-ting began to dazed.

Her snow-white breasts trembled with my thrusts, and soon her inner thighs were
reddened . The fine hairs between her pubic hairs were wet with the fluids I brought out, and her tender labia minora
opened and closed with each thrust, making a "splattering"

sound.

To be honest, such intense visual stimulation would make me surrender and ejaculate prematurely, so I
tried to distract myself: "Ya-Ting... um... why... why... do you want me... to... thrust... hard...
"

"Because... because... I... really want... brother... um... to fuck me... I love... making love..."

Ya-Ting, starting to ramble, propped herself up, looking at me with unfocused eyes.

Oh my god! Hearing these words only fueled my lust. I watched as Ya-ting's two white,
tender breasts dangled between her arms, swaying with the rhythm of my thrusts.

I resignedly thought that I was probably doomed to premature ejaculation.

I quickened the pace of my thrusts, reaching out to cup Ya-ting's breasts in my hands, letting her swaying
nipples rub against my palms. Her nipples remained firm and swollen, like two ripe cherries.

Ya-ting lay down again, trying to raise her buttocks as high as possible to meet my thrusts. My rapid thrusting and the abundant flow of
Ya-ting's honey hole created

a light, "splashing" rhythm, interspersed with the sound of my scrotum slapping against her anus. Whenever a soft
"slap slap"

sound came out, Ya-ting would let out a particularly loud moan: "Mmm... Ah..."

I guess I touched her G-spot near her clitoris! Ya-ting's slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her
pretty face pressed against the bed: "Ah...it's...so deep...yes...yes...harder...my...little...hole...is
so...so swollen...ah..."

My hands supported the point where her waist and hips met, my upper body upright as I thrust my hips in and out with all my might: "Sis...um...you
...you're too tight...I...can't...take...it..."

Ya-ting's hot fluid kept overflowing, her moans drawn out in long, high-pitched sounds. She frowned tightly,
her small mouth open: "Oh...oh..."

Then her cries suddenly became rapid and short: "Ah...brother...baby...ah...ya...ya...
"

The contractions in her honeyed passage made me realize: Ya-ting had actually climaxed before me! Unable to
control made my final sprint: "Ah... Ya-ting, little sister... I... I'm going to... cum..." After the climax, Ya-ting, who had been screaming loudly, was panting and could only make "hmm... hmm..." sounds

with my thrusts . But as soon as she heard that I was about to ejaculate, she raised her head and looked at me with a charming smile : "...Brother, brother... baby... cum for me... good girl... cum inside little sister's... little hole..." "Ugh..." I thrust hard a few more times, stopped pumping, and buried my penis deep into Ya-ting's small, warm, and narrow passage . My extremely hard penis swelled up in waves. "That's right... um... I feel it... ah... brother... yes... just like that... shoot it all into me... shoot it inside ..." As thick semen gushed into the depths of Ya-ting's vagina, I couldn't help but tremble slightly, and my thighs twitched slightly. I gritted my teeth and hummed in rhythm with my ejaculation: "Um... um..." "Ah... brother... you shot so much..." "Um... you... you're... sucking inside..." Indeed, I felt Ya-ting's vagina contracting rhythmically! I hugged Ya-ting's slender waist and pressed my face against her chest. Although my penis had ejaculated inside her vagina, it was still semi-erect and I didn't want to withdraw. A happy smile spread across Ya-ting's face. She gently cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me tenderly : "Brother, do you know? I really love you." I closed my eyes, enjoying my wife's warm embrace and deep kiss. Hearing her say that, my heart felt warm , and I propped myself up on my arms, trying to get up.

Yating stopped me, gently patting the back of my head: "Don't move, be good!"

I rested my head on her breast, slowly kissing her nipple, and soon yawned. I tried my best to
stay awake, but unconsciously drifted into a hazy state, falling asleep in a daze, holding
my wife , not even remembering what I was dreaming about... [To be continued] [My Naughty Wife] [Chapter Two] [Author
w149343397] I don't know how much time had passed, but I heard a woman's voice softly calling in my ear: "Husband
... Brother..."

I was sure it was Yating calling me, and my consciousness gradually returned: "Hmm... What is it? What time is it?"

"It seems like it's almost afternoon."

Yating murmured sweetly, "Brother, I need to pee..."

"Oh..."

I reluctantly propped myself up on my arms and realized that I had actually been sleeping on Ya-ting's chest the whole time,
and that my penis was still hard. When it withdrew from Ya-ting's vagina, it made a "pop"

sound, and there was a trace of mucus on the tip of the glans connected to Ya-ting's vaginal opening.

"Ugh...it hurts so much, you're crushing me!"

Ya-ting complained as she sat up next to me. She stretched out her slender fingers and grasped my penis. "
You're up to no good , aren't you? You've been inside me for so long..."

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Eh...didn't you want to go to the bathroom?"

Ya-ting nestled against my chest and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, my whole body is numb, it's all because of you
. I don't want to move."

"Ah? Then...do you want me to carry you to the pee?"

Ya-ting looked at me with a charming expression. "Please?"

That look reminded me of how she used to be so affectionate when she was little, always making me dizzy with her charm. Since
she'd even used her seductive eyes, what else could I say? I got out of bed and walked to the edge of the bed next to Ya-ting's. I reached out and pulled
her into my arms. Ya-ting wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pressed her face against my chest.

I went to the bathroom and slowly bent my legs. Luckily, Ya-ting was quite light, and it didn't take much effort for me
to squat down next to the sink with her in my arms. Her buttocks were between my spread thighs,
hanging over the sink.

My penis was now erect and pressing against Ya-ting's anus.

Ya-ting cooperated by spreading her legs, and suddenly a stream of water gushed out from between her legs, warm
urine dripping onto my legs.

I stared down at Ya-ting's crotch. Thankfully, the downy hair on her mons pubis was very sparse, allowing me to clearly see
her plump, white labia majora and petal-like labia minora. As she urinated, the pink flesh inside was revealed, along with that slightly yellowish waterfall
of urine , a warm breath rising from her private area.

The urine gradually weakened, the flow becoming a thin stream, the point of impact in the basin no longer so far,
finally becoming intermittent.

Only when I felt her legs straining would a few drops of urine be squeezed out, until finally,
there was no sound at all.

Watching Ya-ting urinate through her tender little hole aroused me immensely. My penis, which hadn't softened since, was now
even more erect. As I stood up, I deliberately slid the head of my penis forcefully between her legs.

"Brother, you're so naughty!"

Ya-ting turned her head and glared at me, reaching for a tissue.

I was overcome with impulse and suddenly pushed her forward, bending her over, supporting her soft buttocks, and squatting down to press my
face .

"What are you doing... ah... ya..."

By the time Ya-ting realized what I was doing, it was too late to stop me. My lips were already kissing
the petals between her buttocks. Ya-ting squeezed her legs together and tried to push my head away, but her resistance was weak: "
Brother ... don't do this... I hate it... so... so dirty..."

I didn't care about the dirtiness, sticking out my tongue and teasing her tender labia, instantly finding
the crevice between the petals, skillfully inserting my tongue and stirring it around.

"Ah...no...no...pee...can't eat...ah...ah..."

Ya-ting protested, but her body went limp, letting me hold her snowy buttocks and enjoy her.

I didn't care about whether she could eat it or not. Ya-ting's genitals only had a faint smell of urine.
Although the taste I tasted with my tongue couldn't be described as sweet, it was no less than jade nectar to me.

As my tongue explored the crevices, the taste inside Ya-ting's body transformed into a familiar flavor.
The temperature in her soft vulva gradually rose, and she let out muffled moans: "No...don't...lick anymore...
oh...oh...it's...my...pee...ah...ah..."

I lifted my head, stood up, and playfully slapped her snowy buttocks: "There's no more pee,
what's all that wetness inside now?"

Ya-ting shook her head shyly: "I don't know!"

I chuckled, one hand supporting her buttocks,
the ! "Ah!"

Ya-ting cried out softly, quickly placing her hands on the edge of the basin to steady herself.

After a nap, my energy was incredibly high, and my stamina was nearing its peak. What followed was a relentless, hammering assault, my lower abdomen slamming against Ya-ting's pink, pert buttocks with a resounding slap.
This onslaught made the already dazed Ya-ting even more disoriented. She placed her right hand between my lower abdomen and her buttocks, offering slight resistance and moaning, "Brother , be gentle! I...I can't...it's too...fast!" Hearing this, I slowed my pace slightly, but the force remained undiminished. Each time, I pulled my entire penis to the entrance before forcefully thrusting it back in. Each time, I vaguely felt the head of my penis hitting something soft yet firm, round and slippery! I knew that must be her cervix, her clitoris! "Ah... Brother... so... so cruel, Ya ... Ya Ting is going to... going to... be... fucked to death by you... ah... ah..." Each deep thrust caused Ya Ting to moan with both pain and pleasure. I gripped her waist and hips, pushing forward with both hands as I pulled out, and pulling back forcefully as I thrust in. I looked down at the place where the two of them were tightly joined, and a beautiful scene made me dizzy with excitement. It turned out that with each of my thrusts, Ya Ting's plump and round snowy buttocks would ripple with waves of flesh! I couldn't help but slow down, pausing slightly after pulling out my penis, waiting for the trembling of Ya Ting's buttocks to stop, before thrusting in forcefully. Sure enough! A wave of snowy white buttocks rippled out, which was quite beautiful! I slowed down my thrusting, trying to suppress the intense pleasure. He leaned down and pressed himself against Ya-ting's back, reaching forward to grasp her firm breasts, giggling as he did so.

"Tingting, your butt is amazing, so wavy, bigger than ocean waves!"

"Mmm..."

Ya-ting swayed her hips, coquettishly complaining, "What? It's not that exaggerated!"

I froze, my heart tightening. This sentence was exactly the same tone and manner Ya-ting used when she was chatting with someone earlier!
A sudden surge of agitation welled up inside me. I squeezed Ya-ting's breasts hard with both hands, straightened up, and remained silent.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

I screamed inwardly. I

heard Ya-ting's coquettish voice in my ear, "Brother, move a little."

She swayed her hips as she spoke.

My inner irritation turned into violence! I shouted in a deep voice, "I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!"

I exerted the strength of my waist and legs to the limit, increasing both speed and force to their peak! The rapid and heavy
thrusts immediately made Ya-ting start babbling incoherently: "Ah... Brother... Ah... You're going to... You
're going to... Ya-ting... Ah... I'm going to die... I'm going to die... Ahh..."

I felt like my penis was about to explode, and I wanted to shove both of my balls into Ya-ting's vagina
! Intense pleasure assaulted me in waves. This attack lasted less than five minutes before I made
my final thrust, shoving my glans against Ya-ting's cervix, and my hot semen
gushed out violently.

"Ah...ah..."

Almost at the same time as I climaxed, Ya-ting screamed, straightening her upper body, wrapping her arms around my waist, and
pressing snowy buttocks firmly against my lower abdomen. Her body trembled in waves, her vagina writhing
and squeezing violently, as if trying to squeeze every last drop of fluid from my penis! The prolonged and intense orgasm almost made Ya-ting collapse to the ground
, but luckily I caught her from behind.

After the orgasm, it felt like I had released all my unpleasant feelings into Ya-ting's honey pot, and my mood calmed down.
I couldn't help but blame myself for having doubts about my precious thing. I held Ya-ting tightly for
a long ! Afterwards, we took a shower, dressed properly, and went out for a meal.

Because I didn't have to work the next day, I called some friends to go karaoke, and we didn't go home until almost midnight.

But that night I had a lot of dreams. Sometimes I was chased by evil spirits, sometimes Tingting would look at me with a sneer, and
then walk away hand-in-hand with a man whose face I couldn't see! I woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat! In the dim light, I
looked at Tingting sleeping soundly beside me, and my heart churned.

I reminded myself that I absolutely couldn't let Tingting leave me. I had to do something. What should I do? I
asked myself.

The next morning, I made up my mind.

I lied and said there was a small problem at work that I needed to handle. I told Yating to go back to her hometown and pick up our
lovely little baby, Wenwen.

I promised to go home at noon, and then the three of us would go out and have some fun.

When Yating heard that she was to pick up our precious daughter, she readily agreed, quickly ate a hasty breakfast
, and rushed out the door.

I, on the other hand, drove to the company, because I'm a meticulous person and generally don't want to overlook
anything .

When the colleagues on duty at the company greeted me and asked what was wrong, I replied that it was just a small matter.

After staying at the office for less than half an hour, I returned home.

I guessed that Yating was already at her parents' house, so I quickly turned on my computer and logged into Yating's QQ
.

Yating usually chats with about five or six people. Apart from her close friends and colleagues, I found the
guy she chatted with the most.

His profile showed that he was from Suzhou and Hangzhou, male, 24 years old, and his online name was "Oath."

Of course, most information online is fake and can't be relied upon.

I looked through Yating's chat history with this person; it mostly consisted of
topics .

Perhaps because much of it was voice chat, the records were fragmented and not very comprehensive.

However, I gathered a general idea: Yating's conversations with this person weren't too inappropriate, and there weren't any explicit
statements.

However, this vow contained some rather provocative language, which Yating didn't respond to.

Although this rather clumsy action reassured me somewhat, one particular phrase from that vow left me feeling uneasy
.

He said, "Your face is the most beautiful I've ever seen, pure and fair.

Of all the girls I've ever met, your heart is the most flawless. Yes, you are so pure.

And your figure has the most perfect curves I've ever seen, especially your breasts—
perfectly , round and perky.

Your beauty haunts my dreams. I truly envy your husband for having such a perfect wife!
"

I shut down the computer, feeling a tightness in my chest, and slammed my fist on the table.

I went downstairs and collapsed onto the living room sofa, taking long, deep breaths to calm myself.

I kept telling myself: This is a good thing! Someone appreciates your wife, which means she is indeed very
outstanding . You should be happy! Ugh! I still feel a bit choked up! I shook my head, trying to clear my mind,
and took out my phone to call Yating. I told her I was home and asked if Wenwen had been picked up.

Yating told me she and the baby would be there soon and to get ready; we were going to take the baby out
for a big meal and lots of fun.

We had a wonderful day with little Wenwen, especially Yating, the big kid, and Wenwen, the little
kid —they were practically running around like crazy.

We didn't drive Wenwen to her parents' house until almost dusk.

In the days that followed, I paid special attention to Yating's behavior and secretly checked her chat history a few times
, but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I gradually forgot about it! Time
flies , and it was already the end of 2006. On the eve of New Year's Day, my workplace organized an annual party
. Calling it an annual party was just a way for everyone to get together after a year of hard work and have a meal at company expense.

Unmarried colleagues attended alone, while most married ones brought their spouses.

I also brought Yating. The party was very enjoyable! Haha! I was happy to drink too, because I had received my year-end
bonus —a full 50,000 yuan! Of course, Yating can't drink, and I needed her to drive me home, but
she couldn't resist the toasts from the leaders and colleagues, so she had a glass of red wine, which wasn't a problem.

To be honest, I was quite dizzy when I got home, and Yating helped me wash up. After the excitement subsided,
I fell asleep very quickly and soundly.

I was awakened in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate. Sleep had dispelled most of the effects of the alcohol. Actually, I almost never get up at night
because my urinary system is very healthy.

But I had drunk quite a bit today, I don't even know how much baijiu or beer. I got up to pee, but found
that Ya-ting wasn't beside me.

I was a little surprised, did she also need to pee? But I didn't see her in the bathroom, so I relieved myself.

Leaving the bedroom, I noticed the study light was on, which surprised me again. What was Tingting up to?
I tiptoed over; the study door was ajar. I peered through the crack,
and a gust of warm air blew out—the heating was on.

I saw Ya-ting sitting in front of the computer, wearing headphones.

A surge of anger welled up inside me for no apparent reason, but I remained silent. I gently pushed the door open a crack to continue observing.

Tingting was wearing a sexy nightgown. I remembered this nightgown; I had bought it for her when I went to Shanghai on a business trip. It
was silk, the very sexy kind! But now, the nightgown wasn't fully on Tingting. The neckline
had slipped down quite a bit, and from my vantage point, I could see almost half of her back. Only the left side was draped over her left elbow,
while the right side was completely off her right wrist! I stared blankly at Tingting's back, unsure of what to do.
I didn't know what was happening in the front of her nightgown. If the straps were tied, then she wasn't completely exposed yet. But if…
I didn't dare to think about it! But then something terrifying happened. Tingting chuckled softly and
said, "See? See? I'm scared of you. You're just like a little kid!"

Then she slowly pulled her hands back. Oh no! Oh no! Her pajamas had completely slipped down to her
waist , meaning Tingting was now completely naked from the waist up! I was furious and
yelled, "What are you doing?" as

I rushed in.

Tingting jumped up in fright, even snapping her earpiece. I looked at the computer screen and saw
a young man reaching out in terror on the screen. Then the video ended.

Then I looked at Ya-ting. She was frantically tugging at her pajamas, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get them on properly
, her two soft, white breasts jiggling wildly! It was as if she was mocking me for being a fool! An idiot! Incompetent! I
rushed over and slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "Shameless!"

Ya-ting immediately covered her face, squatted on the ground, and started sobbing.

I really didn't know what to do. Should I keep hitting her? Should I yell at her even more? I was speechless. After a dozen seconds of silence,
I turned and left.

Because Ya-ting hadn't dressed me in pajamas when she washed me earlier, and I was still wearing thermal underwear,
I hastily pulled on my pants, grabbed my down jacket, and rushed out the door.

Ya-ting chased after me, crying and calling my name.

I ignored her, got straight into my car, started it, and sped away! After leaving, I called my best friend
and classmate, A-Jian. He answered, groggily asking who it was. I yelled, "It's me, Qin Feng!
Get out here! I want to drink. I'll be at your door in three minutes!"

Then I hung up.

When I arrived at A-Jian's house, he was standing at the door, putting on a winter coat.

I opened the passenger door and pushed it open forcefully: "Get in!"

Seeing something was wrong, A-Jian quickly ran over and got in. His wife was also standing at the door, looking on, and asked,
"What's wrong?"

I didn't say anything, slammed on the gas, and the car sped onto the road.

Ah Jian hurriedly grabbed the car window, trembling with fear, "Hey, hey, what's going on? Feng, don't get me into trouble!"

I ignored him and drove to the only bar in the city that was open all night. I went inside and
sat down . "Hey, two drinks, the strongest, please!"

The bartender yawned and came over, bringing us two glasses of vodka. I picked up the glass, tilted my head back , and downed it
. The strong liquor made me cough violently, and tears streamed down my face! Ah Jian quickly patted my back and asked
, "Feng, what happened? Tell me, I'll give you some advice. Don't hurt yourself like this.
Think of Tingting; she'll be heartbroken."

"Don't mention that woman! Hey, pour me another drink!"

I roared.

The bartender came over and poured me another drink.

Ah Jian was silent for a long time before finally saying, "I think I understand. This has something to do with Ya Ting.

But you need to know that you and your husband are considered the happiest couple among us friends. I don't know what happened
between , or what could possibly make you lose your composure like this.

But what you need now is reason, not to numb yourself with alcohol."

I looked at Ah Jian without saying anything, raised my glass, but Ah Jian stopped me and shouted, "Hey Qin,
don't go too far! It's two in the morning! You woke me up from my warm bed because you consider me
a true I won't blame you. But you're just keeping quiet, which is disrespectful to me. If you don't
explain yourself, I'll have to go back!"

"She got up in the middle of the night to video chat with someone!"

I squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"Uh!"

Ah Jian paused for a moment, then laughed, "What's the big deal? I mean, do you know my wife?
She's added countless handsome guys on QQ, sometimes chatting with them all night long. Yours is different..."

I interrupted him, spitting out two words sharply: "Nude chat!"

"Ah! This!"

Ah Jian was stunned. "What the hell is going on? Let me think about it. Let me think about it properly. Hey,
don't drink yet..."

Ah Jian grabbed my hand, but picked up his glass and took a big gulp, swallowing the wine before uttering a single word
: "Damn!"

The two of us fell silent. After a long while, Ah Jian sighed and said, "Ah Feng, I want to ask you something."

I looked at him, and Ah Jian looked at me and said, "I'm asking you, you and Ya Ting... did you ever date?"

I was a little confused and continued to look at him blankly.

Ah-Jian moved his chair closer to me and continued, "Ah-Feng, I don't think this matter is as
serious as you think.

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Let me tell you, to us outsiders, you two seem like
a perfect couple , but have you ever thought about whether your relationship with Ya-Ting, from childhood until now, is really what you think
it is? Have you ever thought about Ya-Ting? Are you sure you know what she's thinking?"

Seeing my confusion, Ah-Jian patted my knee and continued, "I just asked you, have you ever
truly been in a relationship with Ya-Ting?"

I don't think you even know it yourself.

I'll ask you another question, and you must answer me... Do you think Ya-ting still loves you? Think about it
carefully before you answer me. I

hesitated for a moment: "Love, I think so..."

Ah Jian slapped his thigh hard (of course, it was my thigh): "Then that settles it! Do you know
how much you're hurting Ya Ting right now? You ran out like this, do you know how lost and helpless she is right now?"

Seeing my hesitation, Ah Jian stood up and slapped the back of my head: "Idiot, Ya Ting loves you,
she just hasn't been in a relationship before, think about it!"

After saying that, Ah Jian wrapped his winter coat tighter: "It's fucking cold today, I'm leaving, you idiot, hurry back and
comfort your wife, I need to go back and let my wife warm me up, it's fucking cold!"

After taking a few steps, he turned back and said: "You don't need to see me off, I'll take a taxi back, damn it! I give up!"

[To be continued]

My beloved wife was born to be my wife, she is my cousin.

Some might ask, how is it possible to marry someone of a close relative these days? Let me explain.

I live in a medium-sized city in central China, and I grew up in Chengguan Town. My whole family lives
here ; my wife's grandmother and my maternal grandfather were siblings.

Yes, my wife and I are cousins, and we were betrothed as children. I've known she would be
my wife since I can remember.

I still vaguely remember the first time I saw her. I was about five or six years old, a
mischievous .

That day, my mother said to me, "Little Tiger (my nickname), come with me to see your little sister."

I asked where the little sister was, and my mother took me to my cousin's house.

That day was my wife's one-month celebration. I
saw her in her cradle (a kind of bamboo and wooden cradle, about a meter long and half a meter wide, rarely seen nowadays). She was pink and tender, lying in the cradle.

I don't know why, but I still clearly remember my reaction at that time. I lay down and kissed her, and the little
baby giggled. I kept kissing her all day, then sang kindergarten songs and danced kindergarten dances to play with her
.

I asked my mother, "What's her name?" My mother said, "She doesn't have a name yet. Your maternal grandfather will
name her when she's 100 days old."

This was necessary, because my maternal grandfather also named me. He was a
well-known , having served as the principal of the town's middle school for nearly twenty years.

By the way, my name is Qin Feng.

The word "feng" (楓) sounds like "feng" (豐), which means "abundant" or "red," so Grandpa naturally hoped our family would prosper and have a prosperous life!
At that time, the adults were all gathered around
us
. I don't know if it was my aunt or some other auntie, but she asked me, "Xiaohu, how about I give you your little sister to be your wife?" At that time, I didn't quite understand the word "wife," but I knew it was a good thing, so I nodded in agreement.

As she gradually grew up, I had a little tagalong.

Of course, she also had a name: Yating! Grandpa named her that, hoping she would grow up to be a quiet and beautiful
girl.

From a young age, Yating was always very attached to me. Because our families lived relatively close, we slept in the same bed many,
many times, until I entered junior high school.

I remember when my whole family sent me off to study in the city, Ya-ting chased after the bus, crying her heart out. I was heartbroken
for a long time too.

Ya-ting officially became my fiancée when I graduated from university, at the age of twenty-one, and Ya-ting was sixteen.

That day, all our relatives gathered together, happily and enthusiastically blessing us.

Amidst the cheers of our family, I formally kissed Ya-ting.

Hehe, although I had secretly kissed her before.

That whole day, Ya-ting's face was flushed, and she didn't say much, but I knew she was very
happy .

After that came the long wait—waiting for her to graduate from high school and then from university! Our wedding day was truly
lively ; there were people everywhere, both acquaintances and strangers.

My mind was a jumbled mess, my heart pounding.

Grandpa had specially arranged a bright red wedding sedan chair, which was carried all the way to the main hall before being unloaded. The moment Yating stepped out of the chair, my
heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

A shy smile graced her delicate, fair face.

I trembled as I pulled her down from the chair, knowing that she would hold me tightly for the rest of my life! The tedious wedding
ceremony finally ended, and after much effort of dealing with the boisterous relatives and friends, the sky gradually darkened.

Our relatives left one by one. My mother, in our new room, told me not to let Yating suffer any mistreatment.
I readily agreed, and she left the room with a satisfied smile.

It was completely dark when we looked at each other and smiled in the brightly lit room.

No words were needed. My little wife threw herself into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her sweetly and
passionately she felt like a lump of soft clay.

I vigorously removed her clothes, caressing her passionately,
kissing to her toes.

After gently entering her tender, tight virgin honey pot, I kissed away the sweet tears in her eyes
while impulsively thrusting until I ejaculated endless semen into her body! The sweetness of our marriage goes without saying. A year
later, our baby was born, a lovely girl.

Our parents' joy was indescribable. We didn't have to worry about anything for our little one. As my mother said,
our task was to work hard for our baby; we didn't need to worry about anything at home.

Thanks to our parents, we focused wholeheartedly on our work for several years. We both did well in our respective jobs
, bought our own vehicles, and last year, with the help of our elders,
we purchased .

As Yating put it, if our house were in one of those bustling big cities, it would be
the envy ! Those wonderful memories are truly the source of my happiness.

Some unexpected things happen, and it was the summer of 2006. I
was in a good mood that day, and the company had a last-minute overtime work session. The work that was supposed to be finished in the afternoon was completed before 11 a.m. thanks to
everyone 's enthusiastic efforts.

After saying goodbye to my supervisor and colleagues, I drove to a small shop that Yating liked and bought some of her favorite
snacks . I happily headed home, hoping to give her a little surprise! I didn't honk the horn; I parked the car,
took out my keys, and opened the door.

There was no sign of Yating on the first floor, only her giggling coming from the second floor.

Who was she chatting with? I wondered if it was her, my cousins, or her two best friends? Hehe,
I'll go give them a scare! I put the snacks on the coffee table and tiptoed upstairs.

The sound was coming from the study. I went closer and, through the crack in the door that wasn't closed tightly, I saw Yating's back.
She was sitting in front of the computer. I thought to myself, "Oh, so she's online."

She was wearing casual pajamas, her left leg stretched out on the floor, her right leg curled up in the swivel chair, her left hand holding
the headset, and her right hand holding the microphone.

Her focused expression left me stunned for a while, until she said, "What? It's not that exaggerated
!" Then she let out another sweet laugh.

I was a little nervous—what was going on? Who was Yating chatting with, making her so happy? I wanted to call
her, but my heart was filled with anxiety, and I didn't know what I was worried about. Like an idiot, I went back downstairs, picked up
the snacks from the coffee table, opened the front door, and shouted at the doorway: "Tingting, I'm home! Tingting, are you home?"
About a minute or two later, Tingting answered.

I stood at the door thinking: She's turning off the computer! I was incredibly curious! Who was she chatting with?!

Tingting happily ran downstairs, jumped on me, hugged my neck tightly, and laughed happily: "
Brother's back! Why are you back so early today? Didn't you say it would be afternoon?"

Looking at Yating's happy little face, I couldn't help but scold myself for being so anxious! I hugged her and
planted a big kiss on her luscious red lips, laughing, "Finished your work? Come back and be with my little
darling !"

Ya-ting happily took the snacks from my hand, overjoyed. "Brother, take a rest for a bit. I'll make you
something delicious, ah, my favorite peach shortbread, thank you, brother."

Watching Ya-ting run towards the kitchen, I sat down on the sofa in the living room, loosened my tie, and let out a long sigh,
casting aside the unpleasant thoughts in my mind! Five minutes later, my lunch was served. Haha, egg
noodles ! Just as I expected, this was all Tingting could make! I took the noodles and devoured them.
Ya-ting sat next to me, resting her chin on her hands, watching me eat the noodles she made! After quickly finishing the noodles,
I leaned back and exclaimed, "So delicious!"

I stroked my chin, pretending to ponder, "Hmm, I'm full. What should we do now?"

Tingting giggled, cleared the table, and went to the kitchen, saying with a smile, "Brother, you can do whatever you want
."

I quickly followed, snatched the bowl from her hand, rinsed it haphazardly at the sink, and tossed it aside.
I hugged her slender waist tightly and exclaimed, "Now that you're full, you're definitely going to do 'that'!"

Ya Ting giggled, "To do 'that,' you have to take a nice shower first. Brother, go take a shower."

I called to her to shower with me, and dragged Tingting to the bathroom.

While quickly taking off my clothes, I untied Ya-ting's sash. Ya-ting dodged my advances,
reached for the showerhead, and looked down to see my erect penis
.

She grabbed it, saying, "You little rascal, can't even behave in a shower." Her grab sent a rush of blood through me. I quickly rinsed myself off, picked up Ya-ting, and hurried upstairs to
the bedroom.

I tossed the soaking wet Ya-ting onto the bed, and I pounced on her, equally wet.

I kissed her captivating lips fiercely, my tongue exploring her pearly white teeth
. "Mmm..."

Ya-ting responded without hesitation, her lips enveloping my tongue, as if she were sucking on a penis, manipulating the foreign object invading her
mouth.

My hands started to wander, sliding from her shoulders to her chest, my palms kneading
her firm breasts.

My kisses continued down, skipping her chest, pausing briefly between Ya-ting's legs, then continuing down to her
toes.

I lifted her ankle with one hand and held her arch with the other, raising her delicate, sculpted foot close to
my face: "How about I kiss your little feet first?"

Ya-ting smiled lazily: "You have a foot fetish!" "

Who told you to be so charming? I don't just have a foot fetish, there are many other parts of your body I adore."

There's no such thing as too much flattery, and besides, I wasn't lying.

As I spoke, I started from her heels, gently kissing and licking them, even lightly biting them a few
times with my teeth.

Her soles were so sensitive; even a kiss made her giggle. I, however, thoroughly ravaged her
toes .

I took each of Ya-ting's toes into my mouth, gently sucking on her pearly tips,
slipping between her toes where they smelled of soap. "Mmm…"

Ya-ting watched my every move, her face a complex expression, and said, "Brother… you haven't licked me
like this it feels so strange…"

"Doesn't it feel good?"

I got up and lay on her chest, placing my hands there again.

Ya-ting's fair skin gradually turned pink, transforming from a flat neck into two gently rising
mounds . The skin on her breasts was like solidified cream. I suddenly exclaimed, "So white and tender, they look very
nutritious."

"Hehe..."

Ya-ting laughed, her tender breasts trembling slightly. "Baby wants to nurse?"

Although she was lying flat on the bed, her breasts only lost a little
height due to the downward expansion of her ribs, but they became even rounder. A shallow cleavage could still be seen between her breasts. One advantage of lying on her back like this was that
the outline of Ya-ting's breasts looked particularly round. Near the center, her fair skin gradually turned into a tender
pink. I carefully admired these buds. Ya-ting's areola was about the size of a one-yuan coin, and
in the very center was a cherry-like nipple, standing erect on the breast.

Ya-ting was clearly aroused, because although her nipples hadn't been directly touched,
they were already erect, tempting me to almost immediately "suck" them

.

I reached out my left hand and gently stroked Ya-ting's flat stomach, slowly tracing upwards from her navel, gradually
approaching the base of her breasts. She gently closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling deeply. I brought my mouth close to her ear: "
Little sister, are you already wet?"

Ya-ting, with her eyes closed, simply nodded.

"Mmm..."

A sudden soft moan came from when I teased her delicate left nipple with the tip of my tongue, slowly licking it.
While gently breathing warm air onto her nipples, my right hand simultaneously lifted her right breast, deliberately avoiding touching
the nipple , but kneading her plump mound. Her tender, almost meltingly soft
breast, brimming with elasticity, swayed with my caresses.

"Mmm… Brother… don't… hmph… just teasing… ha… mmm…"

Ya-ting complained about my roundabout tactics, but I still suppressed my impulse, continuing to slowly and methodically
knead her right breast with similar techniques.

"Ya-ting, little sister…"

I gently sucked on her nipple with my lips, then whispered in her ear, "How about sucking your pretty
nipples like this?"

"Mmm… okay… mmm…"

Ya-ting replied weakly.

My hand, which had been kneading her breasts, moved down her body, gliding over her smooth, flat abdomen. When
my fingers approached Ya-ting's lower abdomen, she let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling slightly. But I
didn't immediately invade her mons pubis. Instead, I repeatedly ran my fingers along the inside of her rounded thighs, gently stroking her
smooth, tender skin with the back of my hand. This made Ya-ting say in a slightly hoarse, trembling voice, "Brother... don't... tease me anymore
... um... I... am so wet..."

I moved to her lower abdomen like lightning. Just as I was about to bring my lips to her vulva, Ya-ting reflexively
clamped my head between her legs.

I wrapped my arms around Ya-ting's thighs, which were clamping my head, so that I could place my fingers on her
mons pubis and part her plump labia. My tongue, coated with Ya-ting's warm, glistening,
slightly salty love juice, pressed firmly against her clitoris, teasing it rapidly, making her tremble. My fingers
then ventured placing them on her soft, hot petals, parting them to reveal the pink inner walls.

Except for the pale brown flesh-colored outer edge of her labia minora, the inside of her wet, moist vulva was a tender pink, with the small urethral opening
barely visible. The other opening, though not much larger, was clearly the busiest and most
active center of Ya-ting's vagina.

Her vaginal opening was slightly obscured by her labia, which were parted vertically and slightly protruded—my
masterpiece from years ago! The remnants of Ya-ting's hymen! Due to excitement and engorgement, Ya-ting's vaginal opening was particularly tight,
but the small opening was slightly opening and closing, with clear, colorless fluid constantly overflowing.

"Brother... come in...!"

Ya-ting cried
out . My heart tightened, and I could no longer bear to tease her. I quickly knelt between her legs: "Sister, hold
your brother's penis and help me go in."

Ya-ting couldn't wait to put her right hand between her legs and gently pinched the middle of my penis with her index and middle fingers, pressing
the glans firmly against her clitoris. I then thrust forward and slowly inserted the glans into Ya-ting's narrow
vagina.

Ya-ting closed her eyes, her face showing both distress and pleasure: "Brother, ah...husband...um
..."

I had long since stopped suppressing my desire for penetration, and with Ya-ting's encouragement, I
thrust in and out without any restraint as soon as I entered, pulling my penis almost entirely out with each stroke, and then quickly pushing it back into Ya-ting's hungry
honey hole . The intense movements combined with waves of pleasure made me gasp for breath: "Um...Ya...Ya-ting sister
...is this...comfortable?"

"Yes...yes...comfortable...harder...brother, thrust...harder...ah..."

Ya-ting began to dazed.

Her snow-white breasts trembled with my thrusts, and soon her inner thighs were
reddened . The fine hairs between her pubic hairs were wet with the fluids I brought out, and her tender labia minora
opened and closed with each thrust, making a "splattering"

sound.

To be honest, such intense visual stimulation would make me surrender and ejaculate prematurely, so I
tried to distract myself: "Ya-Ting... um... why... why... do you want me... to... thrust... hard...
"

"Because... because... I... really want... brother... um... to fuck me... I love... making love..."

Ya-Ting, starting to ramble, propped herself up, looking at me with unfocused eyes.

Oh my god! Hearing these words only fueled my lust. I watched as Ya-ting's two white,
tender breasts dangled between her arms, swaying with the rhythm of my thrusts.

I resignedly thought that I was probably doomed to premature ejaculation.

I quickened the pace of my thrusts, reaching out to cup Ya-ting's breasts in my hands, letting her swaying
nipples rub against my palms. Her nipples remained firm and swollen, like two ripe cherries.

Ya-ting lay down again, trying to raise her buttocks as high as possible to meet my thrusts. My rapid thrusting and the abundant flow of
Ya-ting's honey hole created

a light, "splashing" rhythm, interspersed with the sound of my scrotum slapping against her anus. Whenever a soft
"slap slap"

sound came out, Ya-ting would let out a particularly loud moan: "Mmm... Ah..."

I guess I touched her G-spot near her clitoris! Ya-ting's slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her
pretty face pressed against the bed: "Ah...it's...so deep...yes...yes...harder...my...little...hole...is
so...so swollen...ah..."

My hands supported the point where her waist and hips met, my upper body upright as I thrust my hips in and out with all my might: "Sis...um...you
...you're too tight...I...can't...take...it..."

Ya-ting's hot fluid kept overflowing, her moans drawn out in long, high-pitched sounds. She frowned tightly,
her small mouth open: "Oh...oh..."

Then her cries suddenly became rapid and short: "Ah...brother...baby...ah...ya...ya...
"

The contractions in her honeyed passage made me realize: Ya-ting had actually climaxed before me! Unable to
control made my final sprint: "Ah... Ya-ting, little sister... I... I'm going to... cum..." After the climax, Ya-ting, who had been screaming loudly, was panting and could only make "hmm... hmm..." sounds

with my thrusts . But as soon as she heard that I was about to ejaculate, she raised her head and looked at me with a charming smile : "...Brother, brother... baby... cum for me... good girl... cum inside little sister's... little hole..." "Ugh..." I thrust hard a few more times, stopped pumping, and buried my penis deep into Ya-ting's small, warm, and narrow passage . My extremely hard penis swelled up in waves.

"That's right... um... I feel it... ah... brother... yes... just like that... shoot it all into me... shoot it
inside ..."

As thick semen gushed into the depths of Ya-ting's vagina, I couldn't help but tremble slightly, and my thighs
twitched slightly. I gritted my teeth and hummed in rhythm with my ejaculation: "Um... um..."

"Ah... brother... you shot so much..."

"Um... you... you're... sucking inside..."

Indeed, I felt Ya-ting's vagina contracting rhythmically! I hugged Ya-ting's slender waist and pressed my face against
her chest. Although my penis had ejaculated inside her vagina, it was still semi-erect and I didn't want to withdraw.

A happy smile spread across Ya-ting's face. She gently cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me tenderly
: "Brother, do you know? I really love you."

I closed my eyes, enjoying my wife's warm embrace and deep kiss. Hearing her say that, my heart
felt warm , and I propped myself up on my arms, trying to get up.

Yating stopped me, gently patting the back of my head: "Don't move, be good!"

I rested my head on her breast, slowly kissing her nipple, and soon yawned. I tried my best to
stay awake, but unconsciously drifted into a hazy state, falling asleep in a daze, holding
my wife , not even remembering what I was dreaming about... [To be continued] [My Naughty Wife] [Chapter Two] [Author
w149343397] I don't know how much time had passed, but I heard a woman's voice softly calling in my ear: "Husband
... Brother..."

I was sure it was Yating calling me, and my consciousness gradually returned: "Hmm... What is it? What time is it?"

"It seems like it's almost afternoon."

Yating murmured sweetly, "Brother, I need to pee..."

"Oh..."

I reluctantly propped myself up on my arms and realized that I had actually been sleeping on Ya-ting's chest the whole time,
and that my penis was still hard. When it withdrew from Ya-ting's vagina, it made a "pop"

sound, and there was a trace of mucus on the tip of the glans connected to Ya-ting's vaginal opening.

"Ugh...it hurts so much, you're crushing me!"

Ya-ting complained as she sat up next to me. She stretched out her slender fingers and grasped my penis. "
You're up to no good , aren't you? You've been inside me for so long..."

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Eh...didn't you want to go to the bathroom?"

Ya-ting nestled against my chest and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, my whole body is numb, it's all because of you
. I don't want to move."

"Ah? Then...do you want me to carry you to the pee?"

Ya-ting looked at me with a charming expression. "Please?"

That look reminded me of how she used to be so affectionate when she was little, always making me dizzy with her charm. Since
she'd even used her seductive eyes, what else could I say? I got out of bed and walked to the edge of the bed next to Ya-ting's. I reached out and pulled
her into my arms. Ya-ting wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pressed her face against my chest.

I went to the bathroom and slowly bent my legs. Luckily, Ya-ting was quite light, and it didn't take much effort for me
to squat down next to the sink with her in my arms. Her buttocks were between my spread thighs,
hanging over the sink.

My penis was now erect and pressing against Ya-ting's anus.

Ya-ting cooperated by spreading her legs, and suddenly a stream of water gushed out from between her legs, warm
urine dripping onto my legs.

I stared down at Ya-ting's crotch. Thankfully, the downy hair on her mons pubis was very sparse, allowing me to clearly see
her plump, white labia majora and petal-like labia minora. As she urinated, the pink flesh inside was revealed, along with that slightly yellowish waterfall
of urine , a warm breath rising from her private area.

The urine gradually weakened, the flow becoming a thin stream, the point of impact in the basin no longer so far,
finally becoming intermittent.

Only when I felt her legs straining would a few drops of urine be squeezed out, until finally,
there was no sound at all.

Watching Ya-ting urinate through her tender little hole aroused me immensely. My penis, which hadn't softened since, was now
even more erect. As I stood up, I deliberately slid the head of my penis forcefully between her legs.

"Brother, you're so naughty!"

Ya-ting turned her head and glared at me, reaching for a tissue.

I was overcome with impulse and suddenly pushed her forward, bending her over, supporting her soft buttocks, and squatting down to press my
face .

"What are you doing... ah... ya..."

By the time Ya-ting realized what I was doing, it was too late to stop me. My lips were already kissing
the petals between her buttocks. Ya-ting squeezed her legs together and tried to push my head away, but her resistance was weak: "
Brother ... don't do this... I hate it... so... so dirty..."

I didn't care about the dirtiness, sticking out my tongue and teasing her tender labia, instantly finding
the crevice between the petals, skillfully inserting my tongue and stirring it around.

"Ah...no...no...pee...can't eat...ah...ah..."

Ya-ting protested, but her body went limp, letting me hold her snowy buttocks and enjoy her.

I didn't care about whether she could eat it or not. Ya-ting's genitals only had a faint smell of urine.
Although the taste I tasted with my tongue couldn't be described as sweet, it was no less than jade nectar to me.

As my tongue explored the crevices, the taste inside Ya-ting's body transformed into a familiar flavor.
The temperature in her soft vulva gradually rose, and she let out muffled moans: "No...don't...lick anymore...
oh...oh...it's...my...pee...ah...ah..."

I lifted my head, stood up, and playfully slapped her snowy buttocks: "There's no more pee,
what's all that wetness inside now?"

Ya-ting shook her head shyly: "I don't know!"

I chuckled, one hand supporting her buttocks,
the ! "Ah!"

Ya-ting cried out softly, quickly placing her hands on the edge of the basin to steady herself.

After a nap, I was bursting with energy, my stamina nearing its peak. What followed was a relentless
, hammering assault, my lower abdomen slamming against Ya-ting's plump, pink buttocks with a resounding slap. This onslaught left the already dazed Ya-ting even more
disoriented.

She placed her right hand between my lower abdomen and her buttocks, offering slight resistance and moaning, "Brother
, be gentle! I...I can't...it's too...fast!"

Hearing this, I slowed my pace slightly, but the force remained undiminished. Each time, I pulled my entire penis to the entrance before
forcefully thrusting it back in.

Each time, I vaguely felt my glans hit something soft yet firm, round and slippery! I
knew that must be her cervix, the so-called "flower core"! "Ah... Brother... so... so cruel, Ya
... Ya Ting is going to... going to... be... fucked to death by you... ah... ah..."

Each deep thrust made Ya Ting moan with both pain and pleasure.

I held her waist and hips, pushing forward with both hands when I pulled out and pulling back forcefully when I thrust in.

I looked down at the place where the two were tightly joined, and a beautiful scene made me dizzy and mesmerized. It turned out that with
each thrust, Ya Ting's plump and round snowy buttocks would ripple with waves of flesh!
I slowed down, pausing briefly after withdrawing my penis until the trembling of Ya-ting's buttocks stopped before
thrusting in again. Sure enough! A wave of snow-white flesh rippled out, quite a sight! I paused my thrusting, trying to suppress
the intense pleasure.

I leaned down, pressing against Ya-ting's back, and cupped her firm breasts in my hands, giggling,
"Ting-ting, your butt is amazing, so wavy, bigger than ocean waves!"

"Mmm..."

Ya-ting swayed her hips, coquettishly retorting, "What? It's not that exaggerated!"

I froze, a sudden unease creeping over me. That was exactly the same tone and manner Ya-ting had used when she was talking to someone earlier!
A sudden, inexplicable surge of agitation coursed through me. I squeezed Ya-ting's breasts hard with both hands, straightening up silently.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

I screamed inwardly.

I heard Ya-ting's coquettish voice in my ear: "Brother, move a little."

She swayed her hips as she spoke.

My inner turmoil turned into rage! I roared, "I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you little slut!"

I unleashed the full power of my waist and legs, increasing both speed and force to their peak! The rapid and heavy
thrusts immediately made Ya-ting start babbling incoherently: "Ah...brother...ah...you're going to...you're going to...Ya-ting...ah...
kill me...I'm going to die...ah ah..."

I felt my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode, and I wanted nothing more than to shove both my balls into Ya-ting's cunt
! Intense waves of pleasure washed over me. This assault lasted less than five minutes before I delivered
my final blow, thrusting in hard, my glans pressing firmly against Ya-ting's cervix, and scalding semen
erupted violently.

"Ah...ah..."

Almost at the same moment I climaxed, Ya-ting screamed, straightening her upper body, wrapping her arms around my waist, and
pressing her snowy buttocks against my lower abdomen. Her body trembled, her vagina throbbing and
squeezing intensely, as if trying to drain every last drop of fluid from my penis! The prolonged and intense orgasm almost made Ya-ting collapse to the ground
, but thankfully I caught her from behind.

After my climax, it felt like I'd released all my unhappiness into Ya-ting's honey pot, and my mood calmed down.
I couldn't help but berate myself for having doubts about my darling. I held Ya-ting tightly for
a long ! Afterwards, we showered, got dressed, and went out for dinner.

Since we didn't have to work the next day, we called some friends to go to karaoke, and didn't go home until almost midnight.

But that night, I had many dreams. Some were of evil spirits chasing me, others of Ya-ting looking at me with a sneer,
walking away hand in hand with a man whose face I couldn't see! I woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat! In the dim light, I
looked at Ya-ting sleeping soundly beside me, my heart churning.

I reminded myself that I absolutely couldn't let Ya-ting leave me. I had to do something. What should I do? I
asked myself.

The next morning, I had a plan.

I lied and said there was a small issue at work that needed my attention. I told Yating to go back to her hometown and pick up our
lovely little girl, Wenwen.

I promised to go home at noon so the three of us could go out and have some fun.

Yating, hearing that she was the one picking up our baby girl, readily agreed, quickly ate a hasty breakfast,
and rushed out the door.

I drove to the company, because I'm a cautious person and generally don't want to overlook
anything .

When my colleagues on duty greeted me and asked what was wrong, I replied that it was just a small matter.

I stayed at the company for less than half an hour before returning home.

I figured Yating was already at her parents' house, so I quickly turned on my computer and logged into Yating's QQ
.

Yating chats with about five or six people regularly. Aside from her close friends and colleagues, I found the
guy she chats with the most.

His profile says he's from Suzhou/Hangzhou, male, 24 years old, and his online name is "Oath."

Of course, most online information is unreliable.

I looked through Yating's chat history with this person; it mostly revolved
around .

Perhaps because much of it was voice chat, the records were fragmented and not very comprehensive.

However, I gathered some information: Yating's conversations with this person weren't too inappropriate; there weren't any explicit
statements.

However, Oath did use some rather provocative language, but Yating didn't respond.

While this low-level behavior reassured me somewhat, one particular statement from Oath left me feeling uneasy
.

He said, "Your face is the most beautiful I've ever seen, pure and fair.

Of all the girls I've ever met, your heart is the most flawless. Yes, you are so pure.

And your figure has the most perfect curves I've ever seen, especially your breasts—
perfectly , round and perky.

Your beauty haunts my dreams. I truly envy your husband for having such a perfect wife!
"

I shut down the computer, feeling a tightness in my chest, and slammed my fist on the table.

I went downstairs and collapsed onto the living room sofa, taking long, deep breaths to calm myself.

I kept telling myself: This is a good thing! Someone appreciates your wife, which means she is indeed very
outstanding . You should be happy! Ugh! I still feel a bit choked up! I shook my head, trying to clear my mind,
and took out my phone to call Yating. I told her I was home and asked if Wenwen had been picked up.

Yating told me she and the baby would be there soon and to get ready; we were going to take the baby out
for a big meal and lots of fun.

We had a wonderful day with little Wenwen, especially Yating, the big kid, and Wenwen, the little
kid —they were absolutely blasting around!

We didn't drive Wenwen to her parents' house until almost dusk.

For a while afterward, I paid special attention to Yating's behavior and secretly checked her chat history a few times
, but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I gradually forgot about it! Time
flew by , and it was the end of 2006. Before New Year's Day, the company organized an annual party. Calling
it an annual party was just an excuse for everyone to get together after a year of hard work and have a meal at company expense.

My unmarried colleagues went alone, and most of the married ones brought their spouses.

I also brought Yating. The party was very enjoyable! Hehe! I was also happy because I had received my year-end
bonus —a full 50,000 yuan! Of course, Yating can't drink alcohol, and I needed her to drive me home, but
she couldn't resist the toasts from my boss and colleagues, so she had a glass of red wine, which wasn't a problem.

Honestly, I was quite dizzy when I got home, and Yating helped me wash up. After the excitement subsided , I
fell asleep very quickly and soundly.

I was woken up in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate. Sleep had dispelled most of the effects of the alcohol. Actually, I almost never get up at night
because my urinary system is very healthy.

But today I drank quite a lot, I don't even know how much baijiu or beer. I got up to pee, but found that
Yating wasn't beside me.

I was a little surprised, did she also need to pee? But I didn't see her in the bathroom, so I urinated.

When I came out of the bedroom, I found the study light was on, and I was a little surprised again. What was Yating up to?
I tiptoed over. The study door was ajar. I peered through the crack and
a gust of warm air blew out—the heating was on.

I saw Ya-ting sitting in front of the computer, wearing headphones.

A surge of anger welled up inside me, but I didn't say anything. I gently pushed the door open a little more to continue observing.

Ya-ting was wearing a sexy nightgown. I remembered it; I'd bought it for her on a business trip to Shanghai
—silk, the really sexy kind! But now it wasn't fully on Ya-ting. The neckline
had slipped down quite a bit, and from my angle, I could see almost half her back. Only the left side rested on her left elbow;
the right side was completely off her right wrist! I stared blankly at Tingting's back, not knowing what to do.
I didn't know what was going on with the front of her pajamas. If the straps were tied, then she wasn't completely exposed yet. If she was...
I didn't dare to think about it! But then something terrifying happened. Tingting chuckled softly and
said, "See? See? I'm scared of you. You're just like a little kid!"

Then she slowly pulled her hands away. Oh no! Oh no! The pajamas had completely slipped down to her
waist , meaning that Tingting's upper body was now completely naked! I was furious and
yelled, "What are you doing?"

before rushing inside.

Ya-ting jumped up in fright, even snapping her earpiece. I looked at the computer screen and saw
a young man reaching out in terror on the video feed, then the video cut off.

Looking at Ya-ting again, she was frantically tugging at her pajamas, but she couldn't get them on properly
, her large, white breasts jiggling wildly! It was as if she was mocking me for being a fool! An idiot! Incompetent! I
rushed over and slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "Shameless!"

Ya-ting immediately covered her face, squatted on the ground, and started sobbing.

I really didn't know what to do. Should I keep hitting her? Should I yell at her? I was speechless. After a dozen seconds of silence,
I turned and left.

Because Ya-ting hadn't dressed me in pajamas when she washed me, and I was still wearing thermal underwear,
I hastily pulled on my pants, grabbed my down jacket, and rushed out the door.

Ya-ting chased after me, crying and calling my name.

But I ignored her, went straight to my car, started it, and sped away! After leaving, I called my best friend
and classmate, A-Jian. A-Jian answered, groggily asking who it was. I yelled, "It's me, Qin Feng.
Get out here! I want to drink. I'll be at your door in three minutes!"

Then I hung up.

When I arrived at A-Jian's house, he was standing at the door, putting on a thermal jacket.

I opened the passenger door and pushed it open forcefully: "Get in!"

Seeing something was wrong, Ah Jian quickly ran over and got in. Ah Jian's wife was also standing at the door watching, asking,
"What's wrong?"

I didn't say anything, slammed on the gas, and the car sped onto the road.

Ah Jian frantically grabbed the window, terrified, "Hey, hey, what's going on? Brother Feng, don't hurt me!"

I ignored him, drove to the only bar in the city that was open all night, went inside, and
sat down : "Hey, two drinks, the strongest, please!"

The bartender came over yawning and brought us two glasses of vodka. I picked up the glass, tilted my head back, and downed it
. The strong liquor made me cough violently, and tears streamed down my face! Ah Jian quickly patted my back and asked
, "Ah Feng, what happened? Tell me, bro. I'll give you some advice. Don't hurt yourself like this.
Think about Tingting, she'll be heartbroken if you do this."

"Don't mention that woman. Hey, pour me a drink!"

I shouted in a deep voice.

The bartender came over and poured me another drink.

Ah Jian was silent for a long time before finally saying, "I think I understand. This has something to do with Ya Ting.

But you need to know that you and your husband are considered the happiest couple among us friends. I don't know what happened
between , or what could possibly make you lose your composure like this.

But what you need now is reason, not to numb yourself with alcohol."

I looked at Ah Jian without saying anything, raised my glass, but Ah Jian stopped me and shouted, "Hey Qin,
don't go too far! It's two in the morning! You woke me up from my warm bed because you consider me
a true I won't blame you. But you're just keeping quiet, which is disrespectful to me. If you don't
explain yourself, I'll have to go back!"

"She got up in the middle of the night to video chat with someone!"

I squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"Uh!"

Ah Jian paused for a moment, then laughed, "What's the big deal? I mean, do you know my wife?
She's added countless handsome guys on QQ, sometimes chatting all night long. Yours is different..."

I interrupted him, spitting out two words: "Nude chat!"

"Ah! This!"

Ah Jian was stunned. "What the hell is going on? Let me think, let me think... hey, you first..."
"Don't drink..."

Ah Jian grabbed my hand, but picked up his glass and took a big gulp, forcing the drink down before uttering a single word
: "Damn!"

We both fell silent. After a long while, Ah Jian sighed and said, "Ah Feng, I want to ask you something."

I looked at him, and Ah Jian looked at me too, saying, "I'm asking you, you and Ya Ting... did you ever date?"

I was a little confused and continued to look at him blankly.

Ah-Jian moved his chair closer to me and continued, "Ah-Feng, I don't think this matter is as
serious as you think.

Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. Let me tell you, to us outsiders, you two seem like
a perfect couple , but have you ever thought about whether your relationship with Ya-Ting, from childhood until now, is really what you think
it is? Have you ever thought about Ya-Ting? Are you sure you know what she's thinking?"

Seeing my confusion, Ah-Jian patted my knee and continued, "I just asked you, have you ever
truly been in a relationship with Ya-Ting?

I think even you don't know.

I'll ask you another question, and you must answer me… Do you think Ya-Ting still loves you? Think
carefully before you answer." "..."

I hesitated for a moment: "Love, I think so..."

Ah Jian slapped his thigh hard (my thigh, of course): "Then that settles it! Do you know
how much you're hurting Ya Ting? You ran out like this, do you know how lost and helpless she is right now?"

Seeing my hesitation, Ah Jian stood up and slapped the back of my head: "Idiot, Ya Ting loves you,
she just hasn't been in a relationship before. Think about it!"

After saying that, Ah Jian wrapped his winter coat tighter: "It's fucking cold today, I'm leaving, you idiot, hurry back and
comfort your wife. I need to go back and have my wife warm me up, it's fucking cold!"

After taking a few steps, he turned back and said: "You don't need to see me off, I'll take a taxi back, damn it! I give up!"

[To be continued]

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