Borrowing a wife

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Using a Married Woman
The day after I was promoted to HR manager, I received a young woman seeking employment. From the moment we met, I had an extraordinary feeling about her. This wasn't just because of her outstanding appearance, but also because her demeanor suggested she was a gentle, virtuous, and very clever person. Naturally, I hired her almost without hesitation. HR happened to be short of a clerk, so I assigned her to the job without a second thought.
After spending some time together, I got to know her better, and so I used my position to create opportunities for more private contact with her. She also seemed to like me, showing great care and consideration for her superior, which made me certain she was the one I wanted to pursue. Less than six months later, we fell in love, and another six months later, on a beautiful spring day, we finally became the envy of all our colleagues.
I am a naturally sexually active person. I remember in our early days, we once had a record of seven sexual encounters in one night. Although she was also a woman with a strong sex drive, her understanding and considerate nature towards her husband made her accommodating. She not only readily responded to my endless advances but also went to great lengths to please me, even when she was unwell or too tired, she never made excuses to avoid it. During her period, she was very tender and affectionate, even giving me handjobs, providing me with the greatest satisfaction and pleasure. Therefore, our married life was harmonious, and we had a lovely baby less than two years after our marriage.
I heard from the elders that normal sexual activity can resume after the baby is 100 days old. Unexpectedly, during our first time having sex after becoming parents, she seemed very reluctant. It was easy to sense that she was just going through the motions, leaving me feeling unprecedentedly bored.
From then on, I no longer expected her to initiate any arousal, and even when I showed strong desire, she was no longer responsive. She often subtly made excuses to avoid me, or used our daughter as a shield. Whenever my desire surged and I couldn't control myself, I had no choice but to force myself on her, regardless of her wishes, to relieve my unbearable thirst. Because it was a forced act akin to rape, I once even chafed the skin around her vaginal opening during my frantic, forceful thrusting.
Day after day, her frigidity worsened. No matter how much I tried to seduce her, I couldn't rekindle her former desire, and even my pitiful pleas couldn't elicit her sympathy. To avoid arousing my desire, she even changed her favorite sexy pajamas from before her pregnancy to traditional pajamas, and always slept with only half of the blanket covering her body. Even when I coaxed and pleaded with her, and she reluctantly agreed to have sex, she stubbornly refused to take off her clothes. She would only pull down one leg of her underwear or pajamas, and I could only swallow my anger and tolerate her almost perverse behavior.
Faced with this abnormal situation, I talked to her many times to understand the reasons behind her drastic change in attitude towards sex and to find a solution. However, all she could say was that she had developed an aversion, fear, and resistance to sex after giving birth, but she couldn't explain why. We saw a gynecologist and were referred to a psychologist, who said it might be a symptom of postpartum depression, or perhaps the hardships of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth had brought about a resistance and fear of sex. However, even after seeing the doctor, the problem remained unresolved.
Fortunately, although he was cold and indifferent to me in bed, he was extremely caring and considerate towards me in our family life. His behavior hadn't changed at all; in fact, he seemed even more attentive and loving than before, which greatly offset my dissatisfaction with him.
He repeatedly apologized for not being able to enjoy sex as much as before, hoping I could understand and forgive him. She also knew that a person's sexual desire was difficult to suppress and had encouraged me to try seeking release outside the home.
I wouldn't call myself a gentleman, but I've always avoided unwanted advances. Firstly, I have a kind of fastidiousness; I wouldn't even try those filthy latrines, even if they paid me, let alone risk contracting a disease – that's no joke. Secondly, getting caught would be a disgraceful and shameful affair. Therefore, I can only conclude that she was so generous in encouraging me because she knew my character well. Or perhaps it was out of deep guilt, to avoid damaging our marital relationship, that he gave me the green light.
My wife's name is Shufen, and her younger sister's name is Shuwen. Shuwen is a nurse at a hospital, less than two years younger than Shufen, but she married a year earlier than her sister. However, a little over a year into their marriage, her husband, due to associating with bad influences, became addicted to drugs and gambling, and refused to change despite all efforts to reform. So, she resolutely divorced him and has been living a single life ever since.
A divorced young woman's life is often harder than that of an elderly woman. Sleeping alone, the long nights are filled with loneliness, and the physical needs she experiences are something only she can truly understand. Therefore, she is constantly depressed. She can forget everything at work, but every time she comes home from work, it's the beginning of her gloomy days. In the half year since the divorce, she has considered finding another relationship, but the fear of past hurt makes her prefer to remain single for now. Although many people around her want to take advantage of her vulnerability, she finds it difficult to commit.
My sister-in-law was incredibly beautiful, with skin as fair and delicate as her sister's, and a pair of captivating, bright eyes. Her figure was top-notch, and she possessed a natural air of elegance and gentleness, making her far more appealing to men than my wife. When I first met her after I started dating my wife, I secretly blamed fate for not arranging for me to meet her first. Fortunately, it was just a fleeting thought; we've always treated each other like siblings, and I've never harbored any impure thoughts.
She lived alone in the same residential complex as us, so we often visited each other, though after she became single, it was usually my sister who visited her. One evening after dinner, Shufen, having nothing to do, went to visit her. She had a key to her sister's house, so as she opened the door, she called out to her as she walked inside. However, when she reached her bedroom door, she was shocked to see her sister lying naked on the bed, frantically masturbating with a dildo. Seeing her sister's sudden appearance, she didn't feel too embarrassed. After a bitter smile, she stopped what she was doing. Shufen, realizing she'd stumbled upon her sister's affair, felt quite ashamed and immediately retreated to the living room to watch TV. She only came out to invite her sister for tea after she had showered. "
I'm so embarrassed, so ashamed! How mortifying!" she said, her face already flushed. "
Sister, you're a woman too. It's perfectly normal. I understand," her sister quickly comforted her. "
It's easy to get through the days when I don't think about it, but the hardest part is those few days in the middle of my menstrual cycle
! I have no choice but to buy this to solve the problem." Her eyes were already brimming with tears.
Then, she poured out her heart to her sister about the loneliness and mental and physical pain she had experienced since becoming a widow. Shufen also openly told her about the psychological and physical changes she had experienced after giving birth, and said with great guilt that she didn't know how to face her husband, worrying that one day their relationship would not be able to continue. As she spoke, tears streaming down her face, she noticed her younger sister was also sobbing uncontrollably. It seems every family has its own troubles!
After calming down a bit, Shufen suddenly realized that the two families' troubles stemmed from two conflicting aspects. Why not…
But what she was thinking of was a scandalous and incestuous affair—how could she possibly say it? However, she quickly reconsidered, thinking, "What era are we living in? Does society still tolerate such outdated ideas hindering people's pursuit of life?" So, with a surge of courage, she said to her sister, quite embarrassed, "You and Zhigang are also struggling with a lack of romance with your partners. If we could resolve this conflict, wouldn't both families' troubles be solved?!"
"Don't joke like that," Shuwen said, blushing. "It's amazing you even thought of that."
I'm not joking, I'm serious. Don't you think this is a win-win solution?
Although it is a solution, I don't believe you'd be willing to give up your husband to me!
My husband is still mine; it's not like I'm asking you to marry him. A period of illicit pleasure is my brother-in-law helping you, and you helping my husband and me in return. Although from an old-fashioned perspective this could be considered incest, you and he aren't related by blood, so it can't really be called incest. Anyway, besides the three of us, who would know?
Seeing that my sister didn't seem to object and even seemed to be beaming with joy, I continued, "You and my brother-in-law have always gotten along very well. I believe you'll both find immense happiness. I'm not afraid you'll develop a strange relationship. Would he abandon me? Would you steal my husband?"
After a serious discussion, we all considered how to get my consent. Because they knew my character well, they worried that I wouldn't easily accept such improper things.
The next day was Saturday. After dinner, Shuwen suddenly called, saying she didn't know how to play DVDs on her computer and needed my help immediately. I said goodbye to my wife and went out.
I took out my key and opened Shuwen's door. There she was, fresh from her shower, wearing an exceptionally sexy halter-neck nightgown. Not only was her fully exposed fair skin incredibly alluring, but her high, firm breasts, partially exposed, further attracted my greedy gaze. A delicate rose-scented perfume wafted over, making me feel as if I had stumbled into a fairyland! Faced with this breathtaking unexpected scene, I felt a little uneasy. After a few seconds of awkwardness, I regained my composure under her warm greeting.
After I had a couple of sips of tea, she said a colleague had recommended a DVD to her. She had given her VCD player to a friend for repair, and the friend said it could be played on the computer, but she had never tried it and didn't know how to operate it, so she had to call a technician. Without a word, I rushed to her bedroom. After turning on the computer, she had already moved a chair and sat down next to me.
Since it was like a neighbor visiting, I was only wearing a sports vest and casual shorts. As I showed her how to operate the computer step by step, she moved closer and closer, inevitably resulting in skin-to-skin contact that gave me an electric shock-like feeling.
The DVD was a pirated copy without a cover or title. As soon as the plot unfolded, I instinctively realized it was pornography. Sure enough, a series of explicit sex scenes appeared, instantly making me burning with desire. I felt her almost pressing her entire body against mine, and I could clearly feel my bare arm between her breasts. This visual and sensory stimulation intensified my physical reaction; not only did my crotch bulge, but I also felt my whole body burning.
The plot continued; the male and female protagonists on screen changed positions several times and had already experienced several orgasms, their breathtaking moans further arousing the viewer's nerves! Lost in the moment, everyone was completely oblivious to the scene before them. Almost simultaneously, they embraced tightly, and at her initiative, they kissed passionately. My throbbing erection was already pressing against her buttocks, and my right hand was already inside her braless breasts. What thrilled me even more was that my bare thighs were already wet with her love juices. Seeing that we could no longer restrain ourselves, I swiftly picked her up and we fell onto the bed behind her in our arms.
When I quickly took off her nightgown, I discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she eagerly removed all her clothes for me. Then, without hesitation, I pressed my entire body against hers and kissed her passionately once more. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, broke free from me, picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed a number, said it was busy, and put it down to resume our intimacy.
It was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, or a withered tree meeting spring. After suffering from sexual hunger, everyone was like parched land receiving sweet rain. How could they possibly be slow and methodical, following the rules step by step! I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, thrust my body forward, and effortlessly, like an experienced horse, shoved my entire length into her paradise. With another powerful thrust, she cried out in pleasure! Just
as I was about to bring her to orgasm using my well-honed skills, my wife suddenly appeared in the doorway like a whirlwind, shouting: "What have you done!" This was a huge shock. Being caught in bed with her husband was unacceptable! But unexpectedly, my wife immediately calmed down and said: "I was just kidding! Look at how flustered you are. This was my arrangement. You two continue. I'm going to watch TV outside." With that, she closed the door and turned to leave.
After a period of utter panic, hearing my wife's explanation and seeing Shuwen's nonchalant laughter, I realized what had happened. It was obvious the call was a signal to his sister. After this sudden shock, my erection was completely useless; I was powerless to continue. Seeing this, Shuwen immediately embraced me tightly, showering me with passionate kisses before skillfully stroking me. Now relaxed, I was able to quickly regain my erection, launching a more aggressive attack to create maximum pleasure. As Shuwen experienced repeated orgasms, I felt myself losing control. But unexpectedly, just as she sensed I was about to withdraw, she tightly gripped my waist with her legs, saying, "Don't worry! It's a safe period, give it all to me!" His words only fueled my inexplicable excitement, and with incredibly intense and rapid thrusting, I poured a torrent of hot, thick semen, which had been building up for so long, into her womb, making her so excited she almost wanted to flatten me!
Thinking of my wife sitting coldly in the living room, I lost all interest in continuing our afterplay. I gestured towards the outside, then we busied ourselves getting dressed and quickly left the living room. "
You're done playing so quickly?!" Seeing our embarrassed expressions, she was the first to speak, easing the awkward atmosphere. "
Thank you, wife!" I said, stepping forward to sit beside her, passionately embracing her and giving her a hot, sweet kiss. "
Isn't it rare to have such an understanding wife? Now I should also make it clear to you that my abnormal postpartum behavior caused you a lot of distress, and I feel very sorry for you. At the same time, you should also know Shuwen's current lonely situation. It's very difficult for a woman of this age to live alone. I reluctantly brought you two together; it's a win-win situation, where everyone needs something and we help each other." She paused, then continued, "I already discussed this with Shuwen beforehand. This is just a temporary measure. The day my mental and physical health returns to normal, or the day Shuwen gets a boyfriend, that's when you two will end this relationship. I believe you're both rational people."
Shuwen quickly interjected, "I won't steal your husband. We're just temporary sex partners." Then she turned to me and said, "Just treat me as a temporary wife, and I'll treat you as a temporary husband, okay?"
The wife continued, "I trust both of you completely. I have no worries. If I didn't have confidence in myself, I wouldn't have indulged you. During this time, you can be together whenever you're interested. You don't need to hide it from me. Right now, I'm completely indifferent to sex; I have neither the desire nor the ability, so don't worry about my loneliness. As long as you're happy, I'm happy!"
She then stood up and said to me, "Don't go home tonight. Spend some time with my sister." I should go back now. I told Aunt Mei upstairs that she would watch the child for me for only an hour.
After we saw Shufen into the elevator, we got back into the apartment and before we could even close the door, Shuwen suddenly hugged me and said, "You understood what I meant, sister! You're my temporary husband now!" So we sat down on the sofa, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings, completely lost in the moment!
Because of the hasty ending, we were both still quite dirty and needed to wash up. So I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
"You go first." As I turned to leave, he suddenly grabbed me from behind, hugging me tightly around the waist. "Don't go! Let's shower together, it'll save a lot of time!" he said, and started undressing me completely. I took the opportunity to remove everything from my clothes as well.
We were both naked, and an irresistible urge arose within me. My whole body felt burning hot, and my penis was already erect! He saw this and said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty!" He then reached out and flicked my glans hard with his finger, quickly turning on the cold water and spraying the showerhead onto my genitals, laughing and saying he was trying to cool me down.
After all that fuss, my manhood crumbled instantly. I immediately bowed my head and obediently picked up the shower gel to lather her up and down. As my soap-covered hands roamed over her high, firm breasts, I couldn't help but linger, rubbing them repeatedly, unwilling to leave. I even deliberately touched her alluring nipples. It was clear this intense stimulation was driving her to the brink of losing control; her moans were gradually rising in intensity. Then my hands became even more restless, using the soapy lubrication to slide down her genitals. Finding her sensitive clitoris, I pressed and rubbed it with my index finger. This sent her into a frenzy, her screams like the wailing of a demon!
When it was her turn to dry me off, she spent most of the time with her hands on my genitals, using the soap as lubrication to tease my penis as if in revenge. When I was so excited I could barely control myself, I said, "If you keep going like this, I'm going to climax! You're wasting my precious thing. Don't blame me later if I can't deliver!" This trick worked! She not only stopped immediately but also quickly grabbed the showerhead to cool me down again.
After we both rinsed off, we frolicked in the bathtub, teasing each other. When she straddled my lap, facing me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out and tried to insert my penis into her vagina, but she immediately stopped me, saying, "It's not hygienic. Let's go back to bed." So I stood up, and without even drying myself, I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom back to the room. We cuddled together and fell onto the bed.
With my wife's words of encouragement, I completely relaxed and unleashed all my skills, changing positions in various ways, making Shuwen ecstatic. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, this time, including foreplay and afterplay, it took over an hour to finish. We both fell asleep naked, embracing each other.
Perhaps because we had both found the greatest solace, or perhaps because we were too exhausted from playing so wildly, I slept soundly until dawn. In my hazy, half-awake state, I felt my thighs were numb, probably because one of her legs hadn't moved from my lower body all night. When I pushed her leg away, she woke up, but instead of leaving me, she rolled over and pressed her entire body against mine, then passionately showered me with sweet morning kisses. My penis, which normally performs a flag-raising ceremony upon waking in the morning, was further spurred on by this, becoming even more vigorous and proud as it thrust into her vagina. She sat up, guided my penis to her vulva, and pressed down, plunging it in completely with a piercing scream. As she skillfully moved up and down, I thrust upwards in sync, and with her increasingly frenzied moans, I gradually reached orgasm.
When she came down from her peak, I saw she was exhausted, but I was not only unsatisfied but also in a state of extreme excitement. So I had her lie face down, her buttocks raised, to prepare for the second wave. In the intense thrusting from behind, I once again poured all my energy into her body!
Afterwards, during our tender caresses, she told me that her favorite position was rear-entry because the natural direction of the thrusts, the perfect amount of force, and the slapping sound of the impact against her buttocks gave her an exhilarating stimulation with almost every stroke!
It was getting late. After getting up, we quickly showered and went to the street to buy a hearty breakfast before heading straight home. As soon as we entered, my wife was already sitting on the sofa playing with our daughter. Seeing us, she grinned mischievously and teased, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? You're up so early? Looks like you didn't get much sleep last night either!" Seeing our embarrassed smiles, she added, "You two are like 'rain after a long drought'! It seems your lovemaking last night was even more enjoyable than your wedding night! Tell me the truth, how many times did it last night?" Hearing this interrogation, our faces flushed red. Then we saw Shuwen hold up three fingers, and we all burst into laughter.
That evening after dinner, my wife urged me again, "You must still be wanting more, right? Why don't you go and spend another night with him?" "
We agreed, we won't go anywhere tonight, I'll stay with you!
Don't worry about me! Your happiness is my happiness, and with the child with me, I won't be lonely."
Honestly, how could I not want to go? But even though my wife was generous, I should still consider her feelings. Although we were no longer compatible in bed, finding other ways to comfort her would be a way of repaying her kindness.
From then on, although my wife often asked me to take time off, I still kept things within reasonable limits, accommodating both sides. Since Shuwen found me as her satisfactory sexual partner, her mental state was completely different, and her life was relaxed, carefree, and fulfilling.
Another Saturday, I went to visit her, and the joy and warmth were indescribable. However, the next day, as I was leaving for home, she asked me to promise to come and stay with her again that night. I advised her to consider her sister's feelings and didn't agree. But that night, around midnight, just as we were about to go to sleep, she suddenly arrived (she also had a key to our house). When she came in, she looked quite unwell, saying that she had been lying in bed for an hour without being able to fall asleep, so she came over. Seeing this, my wife made a suggestion: "Since you're already here, why don't you just stay the night? I'll sleep in the guest room, and you can have my spot!" "
How can that be? I'll sleep in the guest room myself. It's not entirely because of that, I'm just feeling incredibly lonely at home alone," my sister hurriedly said. "
Then you sisters can share a bed and chat all night. I'll sleep in the guest room," I also tried to politely decline.
Finally, my wife made the final decision. She said, "No one should give in. Let the three of us sleep together. That way, we can chat together, and no one will be lonely."
And so, the three of us crammed onto the bed like canned fish, with Shuwen on the inside and my wife on the edge. Before falling asleep, we just chatted casually, and no one dared to have any improper thoughts, so nothing happened. Soon, both women were fast asleep, which was tough on me, sandwiched in the middle. I could only sleep on my back, and even when I was tired, I didn't dare to turn to either side, because I knew that leaning towards either side would be bad. Who knew that trying to please everyone would be such a difficult task!
The next day, we all went to work. When I got home from work, Shuwen called, saying she had bought three famous roasted pigeons and was coming over for dinner.
At dinner, we enjoyed the delicious roasted pigeons together, and even had some red wine. After dinner, Shuwen said she was too lazy to go home. My wife, upon hearing this, quickly said, "If you like a lively atmosphere, go ahead, but you have to listen to my arrangements. Last night, sleeping in one bed with the three of us was too tiring; I almost fell off the bed when I turned over! How about this, since I have to get up several times a night to take care of our daughter in the baby's room, I'll sleep in the guest room." He paused, then smiled and said, "I'm giving you two an opportunity! You can do whatever you want; just pretend I'm invisible. Maybe my sister's moans will awaken my numb senses!"
With my wife's indulgence, we truly indulged in sensual pleasure that night, oblivious to everyone else. However, thinking of my sister's feelings, Shuwen tried her best to suppress her usual wild moans.
This life of enjoying the blessings of having two wives continued for nearly a year. Since my wife borrowed a substitute, my emotional life became more colorful, and my relationship with my wife became more harmonious. Our marital affection not only did not weaken, but we trusted each other more and loved each other even more.
As the saying goes, good times don't last. Just before the Spring Festival, Shuwen met Li Weiqiang, a section chief at a colleague's wedding. This seemingly refined white-collar worker in his thirties had lost his beloved wife in a car accident and had been single for over a year. He and Shuwen felt an instant connection, as if they were long-lost friends, and soon began dating frequently, feeling restless if they didn't see each other for a day.
Not long after I sensed Shuwen's enthusiasm for me waning, my wife secretly told me that my sister had started a new relationship, and we should keep our promise and stop bothering her. Although I felt a sense of loss, I couldn't let my own selfishness jeopardize her future, so I had no choice but to return to a normal brother-in-law and sister-in-law relationship. Although
the matter was resolved rationally, whenever I saw my sister-in-law, I felt a sense of unattainable longing, like a reflection of the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror. In the quiet of the night, I would often toss and turn, recalling the sweet memories of the past year. What's worse, both psychologically and physiologically, I've reverted to the predicament I had years ago.
My wife is a shrewd woman; how could she not understand my predicament? To alleviate my unbearable desire, she has repeatedly tried to rekindle our intimacy, but she can never arouse her own desire. Our perfunctory, task-like encounters often end abruptly, leaving me feeling utterly unsatisfied. Although she tirelessly blames herself and expresses deep remorse, empty promises are no substitute for gratification. This period of family life has been an eternity of utter depression and helplessness.
One day, Aunt Mei, who lives in the apartment above us, came to visit. She's a post office clerk, originally a country girl. Back home, she was considered the most beautiful woman in all eighteen villages when she was in high school, with countless suitors. However, after years of living in the county town's schools, her thinking had become very modern, and she yearned only for city life. After graduation, she visited her uncle in the city and met a bus driver from next door. They fell in love and married the following year. For the first two years of their marriage, their relationship was wonderful, and they lived happily. However, soon her husband, seeking higher pay, switched jobs to a private transportation company. As a truck driver who travels all over the country, his social circle is quite complex. He soon developed a gambling addiction and then a life of womanizing, completely changing their family life. When he wasn't on duty, he would spend all his time playing mahjong, sometimes not even coming home after work. Even when he did return late at night, he would collapse into bed and fall into a deep sleep, often going months without any intimacy.
Mrs. Mei, at the tender age of twenty-five, was strikingly beautiful with a fair complexion, fashionable attire, and refined manners; she didn't look like someone from the countryside who had moved to the city. The pain a young woman feels facing a husband who is increasingly depraved and unable to control himself is unimaginable. Especially at the prime of her life, she often has to spend her days alone, the loneliness unbearable. Such days are incredibly difficult for a young woman. Tonight, she came to visit, and naturally, my wife and I talked about our troubles.
She and my wife have always been very close, practically inseparable. Sometimes when my wife is too busy, she asks her to pick up our daughter from daycare and take her home temporarily. Sometimes when my wife needs to go out to run errands, she leaves the child with her.
When the two women are together, they seem to have little to talk about besides daily necessities, children, and husbands. So, when Sister Mei recounts her pain of being neglected by her husband and living a lonely life, my wife, while shedding tears of sympathy, also saddened by her own frigidity and the difficulty of facing her husband.
One evening, when her wife came to pick up the children, Aunt Mei was engrossed in reading a magazine while the children slept. The article she was reading was titled "Analyzing Women's One-Night Stands and Multiple-Night Stands." Once the conversation started, Aunt Mei began to speak eloquently, seemingly insightful, summarizing the article's essence. She said that women who have affairs generally fall into a few categories: those who are naturally promiscuous, those who have experienced marital setbacks, those whose marital life is disharmonious, those who seek revenge on their cheating husbands, and those who suffer from their husbands' neglect. Regardless of whether her wife was listening or not, she continued with deep feeling: "The first type is beyond reproach, and the latter types are no wonder too. If they're well-fed and clothed at home, why would they stray? If I were to have an affair one day, I'd probably fall into the third, fourth, and even fifth categories!
You wouldn't be the kind of person who's unfaithful, would you?" Shufen seemed intrigued by her topic.
It's hard to say; who would easily take that step? You know, a woman's desire can be even more intense than a man's! Taking a deep breath, she continued, "But people from the countryside are inherently simple and honest. I'm not a casual person either. I'd rather die than sleep with any random man! I really don't know how those women who cheat on their partners meet men who reciprocate their feelings.
It's hard to say, it's all about chance!" As Shufen spoke, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and said, "If you're interested, if you have this need, I can act as a go-between for you, okay?
I see you're doing this for my own good, and you've always been someone I trust. What's your idea? Tell me quickly.
There's a decent man downstairs who's just as thirsty as you!
You already told me about your family situation, but don't joke with me. I don't believe you're so open-minded as to push your husband into someone else's arms!
You know I'm a very rational person. I often feel guilty for letting my husband down, although he understands my predicament. But I'm worried that this will eventually affect our relationship. What woman isn't selfish?" But my leniency can also be seen as for my own sake.
Seeing that Sister Mei was still silent, she continued: "The psychological hurdle is very difficult to overcome, but as long as you don't see it as a bad thing, you'll feel at peace. Actually, you shouldn't see it as revenge against your husband, nor as a shameful thing, but rather as a matter of mutual need and mutual help."
Hearing this, Sister Mei's mind started working, so she frankly said: "I understand, but it's too embarrassing! Besides, if a fourth person finds out, it'll all be over!
If you're willing, we can discuss everything further."
Thus, the two of them had a heated discussion, and finally Shufen said: "However, I'm still a little worried about whether this matter can proceed smoothly according to our plan. You know, my husband has always been an exceptionally upright person, but under my indulgence and encouragement, when he's hungry and thirsty, he can't be serious when faced with delicious food!"
A few days later, Sister Mei excitedly told Shufen that the opportunity had come; her husband was going on a long trip to another province in a few days and wouldn't be back for at least ten days. So they agreed to start acting according to the plan.
One evening, during a casual chat, Shufen said to me, her heart heavy with worry: "Ever since I broke up with your sister-in-law, seeing you so listless has made me very sad!
Life goes on, it's not like you want it this way, what's the use of being sad?
Don't you want to find another sister-in-law?
Don't be ridiculous, do you have another sister?
Yes, I do, a sister in a similar situation to mine!" Shufen explained Mei's predicament in detail, adding, "She understands our predicaments, you and she are in the same boat.
Even so, her situation is different from your sister's. She's a married woman, and if things are exposed, her reputation will be ruined!
Don't you know her husband is often away on business trips, and often doesn't come home at night? She's very careful, no one else will know.
So you're willing to give your husband to someone else?
My husband is still mine. I'm not asking you to do anything bad, I'm asking you to do something good, to help each other. You're doing something good that keeps two families together!"
The day after my husband went on his business trip, Sister Mei came straight to my house after work, carrying a lot of meat and vegetables she had bought at the market she passed by. She excitedly said that she had just bought a free-range chicken, which she couldn't eat by herself, and invited us to her house for dinner instead of cooking. We already understood her sudden invitation, so as soon as she turned to leave, we exchanged knowing smiles.
We took a shower early and brought our daughter to her house to see if there was anything we could help with. The two women quickly prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Sister Mei even bought a bottle of red wine. Sister Mei, who doesn't drink at all, blushed after less than half a glass, making her look even more beautiful and charming. As soon as we finished eating, Shufen said she had to leave first because she needed to breastfeed the baby, adding that she felt bad about leaving so
quickly and asked me to stay a little longer with Sister Mei. Although she said it politely, everyone could understand what she meant! After Sister Mei quickly tidied up the kitchen, she brought a cup of coffee to the coffee table to hand it to me, but she tripped and spilled the coffee all over herself. She then hurriedly ran into the room to wash and change her clothes. When she came out with the coffee again, I was immediately struck by her beauty. She had changed out of her proper loungewear into a sexy nightgown, revealing half of her breasts, her two firm breasts almost bursting out. Her long, white legs, visible beneath the shorts, were incredibly alluring. As she approached, a waft of jasmine fragrance filled the air, almost making me dizzy. I thought to myself, although she was a year older than my sister-in-law and grew up in the countryside, she was in no way inferior in terms of charm! Her husband really didn't know how lucky he was.
We sat side by side on the sofa, unable to find a topic to talk about, so I casually said, "Your husband's away on a business trip; you must be bored at home alone." "
I'm used to it! Even if he's not away on business, how much time does he spend at home normally?" Before I could finish speaking, I choked up, and tears welled up in my eyes. I realized I'd misspoke and shouldn't have touched a nerve, so I took two tissues from under the coffee table and handed them to her. But she didn't seem to notice, and didn't take them for a long time. So I carefully wiped away her tears with the tissues, but the sight only made her more upset, and she began to sob softly, leaning closer to me and burying her face in my shoulder. I was momentarily at a loss, but after a moment's hesitation, I boldly reached out and pulled her into my arms. She didn't seem to mind; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with tearful, affectionate eyes. Already moved, I seized the opportunity and kissed her eyes, licking away her tears with my tongue. This touched her deeply, and she returned my kiss with her own warm lips. At this point, we were both even more excited, our tongues intertwining, and soon she let out a soft, tantalizing moan. The kiss lasted for several minutes before finally ending.
We were both completely unable to control ourselves. At my prompting, he sat on my lap, and we embraced tightly, kissing passionately. Having been sexually inactive for a long time, I was burning with desire at the sight of her alluring beauty. Forgetting all decorum, I reached out and unbuttoned her nightgown, easily stripping her naked. Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing anything underneath!
Her skin was snow-white and delicate, like that of a young woman just reaching maturity. Her two firm breasts, with their still-pink nipples, were incredibly tempting. I knew it was because she hadn't given birth yet that she maintained such perfect beauty.
I eagerly moved my mouth to one of her nipples, teasing it with my tongue and then gently sucking on it, while my other hand kneaded her other breast. Instantly, her nipple hardened, and her moans grew louder and louder.
My desire continued to swell, and in the blink of an eye, my hand had wandered to her lower body. First, I teased her thighs, then parted her labia and rubbed her clitoris with my index finger. She screamed with excitement, and copious amounts of love juice flowed out. "
Please, don't torture me anymore, I can't take it!"... She had lost all restraint and was begging me. She really couldn't hold back any longer, so I picked her up and carried her straight to the bedroom. After laying her down on the bed, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and pounced on her like a hungry wolf...
Every time we changed positions, she would have an orgasm. Her passionate moans pushed my desire to its peak time and time again. When I really couldn't hold on any longer and was about to slip away, she said, "Don't go! Shoot inside, give it all to me!" With her indulgence, I recklessly ejaculated deep inside her paradise, making her feel like she was dying of excitement.
During our lovemaking, I sensed a unique, indescribable charm about her. Her allure surpassed even Shuwen's, likely due to her robust physique from being raised in the countryside. However, she seemed passive and unfamiliar with many common positions. Later, she told me she had initially thought city people would be romantic, but after marriage, she discovered her husband was a crude and ungentle man. Even at the beginning of their marriage, he showed no consideration for her feelings, only seeking his own release. He didn't know any techniques, just charging in like a wolf, making sex with her feel like fast food, and she didn't even know when she had an orgasm.
When we were cleaning up afterward, I noticed some semen still leaking out. I panicked and said, "You wanted me to ejaculate inside you, weren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"
I'm not stupid. I'm not just seeking momentary pleasure. To tell you the truth, I've been married for over two years and haven't conceived. After repeated examinations, doctors have confirmed I'm infertile. This is probably one of the reasons my husband is so disheartened. So, feel free to unleash your desires on me from now on! Hearing this, I didn't know whether to feel sympathy or joy.
She also told me: "Since discovering my husband's infidelity before the New Year, I've been afraid he might transmit some disease to me, so I haven't let him touch me easily. We haven't had sex for six months now..."
Just then, the phone rang. It was my wife. She calmly said on the phone: "How's it going? You should thank me! I'm going to bed now. You just keep her company. Remember, be careful of what you see when you go out tomorrow!" I didn't know how to answer, but I felt a warm glow inside.
We embraced and poured out our hearts to each other. Because of this communication, we felt more relaxed, and with mutual teasing, we naturally had even more fun.
From then on, I felt like I had regained my youth, and my relationship with my wife improved even more. However, despite my wife's indulgence and Sister Mei's endless needs, our interactions were always very rational and formed a pattern: I would only visit her house when her husband was away on a business trip. At other times, she would only come to my house if I was certain her husband wouldn't be home late at night. At that time, my wife would find an excuse to take our daughter out for a night out, and they wouldn't come back for an hour or two.
One day, three months later, because we hadn't found a suitable opportunity for a whole week, we were both feeling restless. Coincidentally, her husband told her as he was leaving after dinner that his mahjong friends had arranged to play all night and he wouldn't be home that night. So Sister Mei quickly took a shower and came over. However, because it was raining continuously, my wife couldn't go out anymore. Just as I was feeling very sorry, my wife said very considerately: "The child is sleepy, and I want to go to bed early too. You can keep Sister Mei company and watch TV and chat." Then she made a face and continued, implying that if she closed the bedroom door, the noise wouldn't reach inside. I, of course, understood perfectly and thought with immense gratitude, "What a wonderful wife!"
My wife and I were in no mood for television, so after a short while, we found an excuse to lure her into the guest room. Just as we were stripping off our clothes and joyfully flirting, we suddenly heard the doorbell ringing incessantly, and vaguely heard my wife's husband shouting outside, "Aunt Li! Is Mei at your house?" My wife was immediately terrified; her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably. I quickly helped her put her clothes on. At that moment, my quick-witted wife had already come out with the child to block the way, scolding the child for getting in her way while deliberately shouting loudly to the door, "She's here! She's trying on the new clothes I bought her in her room." I understood immediately and quickly grabbed a set of clothes from the closet and shoved it into my wife's hands. As Sister Mei stepped out of the guest room, her wife had just opened the gate, and there stood her husband, soaking wet in his raincoat, outside...
Later I learned that her husband had just been about to enter the card game when he realized he'd forgotten his wallet, so he rushed home to get it. Coincidentally, his keys were also in his wallet. After knocking on the door for a while and finding his wife not home, he figured she'd only been visiting us, so he came looking for her.
Although my quick-witted wife had averted a dangerous situation, it was a serious scare. Only afterwards did we truly realize the gravity of the situation. Like a hunting dog finally catching its prey on the mountain, if we were ever caught, Sister Mei and I would be utterly disgraced and ashamed. My affair, with my wife's indulgence and cover-up, would become a huge joke! So, stopping before things got out of hand was the best course of action. After this ordeal, Sister Mei was also very easily frightened. After talking to her, we agreed to leave it at that. Our two families resumed normal relations as if nothing had happened.
From then on, I returned to my dejected and depressed life!
After three increasingly difficult months, one day we had just gotten home from work when my sister-in-law arrived with red, swollen eyes. Before she could even sit down, she burst into tears! My wife rushed over to comfort her, anxiously asking, "Tell me what happened! What's wrong?"
After sobbing for a while, Shuwen said in a trembling voice, "He screwed me over!" She took a breath, calmed herself down a bit, and continued, "Awei has been detained on suspicion of a huge bribery case, and I was also taken in for questioning to assist in the investigation. Although I knew nothing about it, I was terrified!"
They had been dating for almost half a year. Awei was a refined and dashing, charming, and very warm-hearted man, very considerate to Shuwen. Now that he's in trouble, it's a huge blow to Shuwen. I comforted her, saying, "Haven't you heard of 'a blessing in disguise'? If he really broke the law, he would have been caught sooner or later. Now that it's been exposed before you're even married, can't you say it's not a good thing for you?" If you two were to become husband and wife, the hurt to you would be even greater.
After breaking up with her boyfriend, Shuwen returned to her lonely single life. Having experienced two failed relationships, she was somewhat disheartened, and having been bitten once, she was now extremely cautious, vowing never to create trouble for herself again and resolving to live a solitary life.
However, a vow made in anger is unreliable. Is a lonely life easy for a young person in the prime of her life? Her psychological and physical needs constantly troubled her, especially during the long nights when she couldn't sleep, often reliving past events and shedding tears on her pillow.
One day, she called and asked me to come to her house after work. Since both my wife and I had keys to her house, when I opened the door, I found my wife had already arrived. Shuwen was wearing an apron, busy cooking dinner in the kitchen. She was overjoyed to see me arrive as promised.
She prepared several of her signature dishes to treat us, saying that she felt bored being alone at home, so she came up with this way to keep herself busy and lively—a truly pitiful situation!
After enjoying a delicious meal, my wife used her old trick again, making an excuse that our daughter needed to take a bath and go to bed, and that she had to go home first, asking me to stay a little longer and keep her younger sister company. I naturally understood, secretly grateful to my wife for creating an opportunity for us.
Shuwen, in a good mood, had drunk a little more red wine, and her emotions were unusually high. After tidying up the kitchen, she hurried off to take a bath. I was alone in the living room, pulling out one of my favorite CDs and playing it. Just as I was engrossed in listening, I suddenly heard my sister-in-law calling my name. I rushed to the inner room, where she peeked out from under the bathroom door.
"Excuse me," she said, "I'm usually home alone, and I'm used to getting dressed in my bedroom after showering. I'll have to ask you to help me get my clothes from my room." "
How am I supposed to know what I need if you don't have them right here?" I replied. "
Are you that stupid?! Just look in the closet yourself, and bring me whatever you want me to wear!"
I thought to myself, "You little devil, are you deliberately playing a trick on me?" So I opened the closet, rummaged through it haphazardly, and then, on a whim, deliberately didn't give her any underwear or anything, just grabbed a bathrobe. I ran to the bathroom door to hand it to her, but to my
surprise, she said, "The door isn't closed properly, can you bring it in for me? My hands are covered in soap suds." I knew what she meant! Wasn't she clearly trying to seduce me? But I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, aren't I? You can just wash your hands.
" Don't play innocent with me, haven't you seen my body before?! Before I could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened, and she unexpectedly reached out and pulled me inside.
Facing her naked body, I was genuinely a little at a loss. I only heard her say, "You haven't showered yet, let me shower you!" Before I could react, she skillfully stripped me completely naked in one swift motion!
Like a mother bathing her child, she carefully lathered me with shower gel from head to toe. By then, my physical reaction was extremely strong; my penis was already hard and throbbing. She couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed it tightly, rapidly stroking it with the help of the foam. I couldn't bear the intense stimulation, so I broke free from her and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately.
After we rinsed off, we played together in the bathtub. Unexpectedly, the intimate moments that had been interrupted for over half a year were back before our eyes. A mature couple, long sexually frustrated, carefree in front of their naked partners, how could they not indulge in unrestrained revelry! As we enjoyed ourselves and teased each other, when passion could no longer be contained, I wanted to make love to him in the water, but he struggled to break free, saying: "No, it's unhygienic, I'll get an infection!" Although we were in the throes of passion, I had to respect her feelings, so I jumped out of the bathtub first, then helped her up
. Before she was even dry, I carried her, still dripping wet, straight to the bedroom, and we rolled around on the bed… During those thirty-odd minutes of passionate lovemaking, she probably had three or four orgasms. As we were caressing each other, waiting for the afterglow to fade, my phone rang. Needless to say, it was my wife calling. I hurriedly got up and answered. I heard her teasingly say on the other end: “You’ve come back to life! Did I just happen to interrupt your good time? You two can continue, I’ve already locked the front door!” I simply replied, “Good wife!” and she hung up. I felt a surge of warmth in my heart.
I have an extremely strong sex drive, which I haven’t felt diminishing with age since adulthood, and Shuwen is also a woman with an extremely strong sex drive. Being with her is like having inexhaustible energy, like rain after a long drought! You can imagine how that night went.
My life changed again. No longer burdened by the fear and anxiety of my affair with Sister Mei, and free from mental distress and pressure, I lived a carefree life. Sometimes my wife urged me to visit her, sometimes she came to visit me. Whenever she made an appointment for dinner, my wife would promptly prepare the guest room.
Five months later, my wife came home from work, her face grave, and told me: "My sister called and said that a pregnancy test confirmed she's six weeks pregnant!" It felt like a thunderbolt had struck me! I couldn't hear what my wife was saying next, as if blaming me for being careless.
My wife and I rushed to Shuwen's house without even cooking dinner, wanting to comfort her and discuss a solution. But when we entered, she showed no signs of worry; instead, she was laughing and chatting as if nothing was wrong. I thought to myself, "Is this little devil playing a trick on me?" But that fleeting thought of hope was quickly followed by a glance at the pregnancy test results on the coffee table. He grabbed them and stared at the glaringly positive result!
His wife took them, her face grim. "You're both experienced women," she said. "How could you be so careless?!" "
Except for the safe period, we've always used condoms. I only remember one time we ran out of condoms..." Shuwen casually explained.
"It's all my fault," I said, taking responsibility. "I only thought about pleasure without considering the consequences." "
There's no use blaming anyone now. Getting an abortion sooner won't hurt your body too much," his wife said.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you want me to abort? Can't single people have children?" Shuwen hurriedly explained, then continued, "I've thought about this before. I've already decided not to remarry. I'm living a pretty carefree life now. Besides, you only have one daughter anyway. Don't you want a son? Maybe I'll give you a boy, making a perfect family!" "Don't be
silly. Who will be the father after the child is born? We have to give an explanation to everyone around us." The wife said.
"I've thought about that too. My sister and I are surnamed Li, and my brother-in-law is also surnamed Li. Coincidentally, my ex-boyfriend's surname is also Li. So, the child will have the surname Li. Who will care whether the child takes the father's or mother's surname, or who had the birth? It'll all be fine if we just keep it a secret."
After much consideration, it was decided that Shuwen's wishes should be respected. How could they force her to abort? Besides, the child in her womb is also my flesh and blood! And so, the decision was made.
In the days that followed, we took extra care of Shuwen, and she prepared herself mentally for the endless gossip, focusing on becoming a mother.
After more than three months of this period of quiet reflection, I knew the baby was stable, and only then did we dare to resume our intimate moments, though not as wildly as before—just enough to satisfy our desires.
After ten months of pregnancy, we were incredibly lucky to have a boy, and the three of us were overjoyed! I hired a postpartum caregiver to look after her and her baby. After her confinement period, my wife suggested to her sister that they move in with us for mutual support. Shuwen readily agreed.
From then on, the five of us lived happily together. There's a saying that a younger sister-in-law is like half a wife—a joke meant to take advantage—but it certainly came true in my case! People often say that having multiple wives is not a good thing, referring to the inevitable jealousy and rivalry among women, making it difficult for men to please everyone. However, this is not the case in my family. They each have their own room, so we don't have to worry about odd or even days. I can spend the evenings with whomever I want, because the sisters have no reservations about each other, are always courteous, and considerate of others. As for the relationship between the three of us, to outsiders it is an open and perfectly legitimate relationship that no one would question, but at home, it is a close and intimate marital relationship! The two sisters don't treat each other as wives or concubines; they are both my beloved wives. This secret is known only to heaven, earth, and ourselves! Of course, writing it down now lets everyone know.
The day after I was promoted to Human Resources Manager, I received a young woman who came to apply for a job. From the moment I met her, I had an extraordinary feeling about her. This was not only because of her outstanding appearance, but also because from her words and actions, I could sense that she was a gentle, virtuous, and very clever person. Of course, I hired her almost without hesitation. The HR department happened to be short of a clerk, so I assigned her there without a second thought.
After spending some time together, I got to know her better, and so I used my position to create opportunities for more one-on-one contact. She also seemed to like me, showing great care and consideration for her boss, which made me realize she was the one I wanted to pursue. Less than six months later, we started dating, and another six months later, on a beautiful spring day, we finally became the envy of all our colleagues.
I have an exceptionally high sex drive. I remember in our early days, we once had a record of seven encounters in one night. Although she was also a woman with a strong sex drive, she was understanding and incredibly caring towards her husband. She not only always responded to my endless advances but even went out of her way to please me, never making excuses even when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired. During her period, she was very tender and affectionate, even giving me handjobs, providing me with the greatest satisfaction and pleasure. Our married life was harmonious, and we had a lovely baby less than two years after marriage.
I heard from the elders that normal sexual activity can resume after the baby is 100 days old. However, during our first time having sex after becoming parents, she seemed very reluctant. It was easy to sense that she was just going through the motions, leaving me feeling unprecedentedly bored.
From then on, I no longer expected her to initiate any intimacy, and even when I showed strong desire, she was no longer responsive. She often subtly made excuses or used our daughter as a shield. Whenever my desire became overwhelming, I had no choice but to force myself on her, regardless of her wishes, to relieve my unbearable hunger. Because it was a forced, almost rape-like act, during my frantic, forceful thrusting into her dry vagina, I once even chafed the skin around her vaginal opening.
Day after day, her frigidity worsened. Despite my best efforts to arouse her, I couldn't rekindle her former desire, and even her pitiful pleas failed to elicit her sympathy. To avoid stimulating my desire, she even changed her favorite sexy pajamas from those she wore before pregnancy to traditional pajamas, always covering herself with only one side of the blanket when sleeping. Even when she reluctantly agreed to have sex after my combined efforts of persuasion and entreaty, she stubbornly refused to take off her clothes, only pulling down one leg of her underwear or pajama bottoms. I could only swallow my anger and tolerate her almost perverse behavior.
Faced with this abnormal situation, I talked to her many times to understand the reasons behind her drastic change in sexual behavior and to seek solutions. All she could say was that she felt aversion, fear, and resistance towards sex after giving birth, but she couldn't explain why. We saw a gynecologist and were referred to a psychologist, who said it might be a symptom of postpartum depression, or perhaps the hardships of pregnancy and childbirth had caused her to resist and fear sex. However, the problem remained unresolved after seeing the doctor.
Fortunately, although he was cold and indifferent towards me sexually, he was incredibly caring and attentive to me in our family life. His attitude hadn't changed at all; in fact, he was even more attentive and loving than before, which greatly offset my dissatisfaction with him.
He repeatedly apologized for not being able to enjoy sex as much as before, hoping I could understand and forgive him. She also knew that sexual desire was difficult to suppress and had encouraged me to try seeking release outside the home.
I wouldn't call myself a gentleman, but I've always kept my distance from the temptations of the world. First, I have a kind of fastidiousness; I wouldn't even consider trying those filthy latrines, even if they paid me, let alone risk catching some disease – that's no joke. Second, getting caught would be a disgrace, a complete loss of face and reputation. So I can only assume that she knew my character well, which is why she was so generous in encouraging me. Or perhaps she felt guilty and was giving me the green light to avoid damaging our marital relationship.
My wife is named Shufen, and her younger sister is named Shuwen. Shuwen is a nurse at a hospital, less than two years younger than Shufen, but she married a year earlier. However, a little over a year into their marriage, her husband became addicted to drugs and gambling due to bad company, and he refused to change. So she resolutely divorced him and has been living a single life ever since.
A divorced young woman's life is often harder than that of an elderly woman. Sleeping alone, the long nights are hard to wake from. That loneliness, that physical need, only he can feel. So he's constantly melancholic. He can forget everything at work, but every time he gets home, his gloom begins again. In the half year since his divorce, he's considered finding another love, but the fear of past hurt makes him prefer to live a free, solitary life for now. Although many people around him want to take advantage of his vulnerability, he finds it difficult to act on their feelings.
My sister-in-law was incredibly beautiful, with skin as fair and delicate as her sister's, and a pair of captivating, bright eyes. Her figure was top-notch, and she possessed a natural air of elegance and gentleness, making her far more appealing to men than my wife. When I first met her after I started dating my wife, I secretly blamed fate for not arranging for me to meet her first. Fortunately, it was just a fleeting thought; we've always treated each other like siblings, and I've never harbored any impure thoughts.
She lived alone in the same residential complex as us, so we often visited each other, though after she became single, it was usually my sister who visited her. One evening after dinner, Shufen, having nothing to do, went to visit her. She had a key to her sister's house, so as she opened the door, she called out to her as she walked inside. However, when she reached her bedroom door, she was shocked to see her sister lying naked on the bed, frantically masturbating with a dildo. Seeing her sister's sudden appearance, she didn't feel too embarrassed. After a bitter smile, she stopped what she was doing. Shufen, realizing she'd stumbled upon her sister's affair, felt quite ashamed and immediately retreated to the living room to watch TV. She only came out to invite her sister for tea after she had showered. "
I'm so embarrassed, so ashamed! How mortifying!" she said, her face already flushed. "
Sister, you're a woman too. It's perfectly normal. I understand," her sister quickly comforted her. "
It's easy to get through the days when I don't think about it, but the hardest part is those few days in the middle of my menstrual cycle
! I have no choice but to buy this to solve the problem." Her eyes were already brimming with tears.
Then, she poured out her heart to her sister about the loneliness and mental and physical pain she had experienced since becoming a widow. Shufen also openly told her about the psychological and physical changes she had experienced after giving birth, and said with great guilt that she didn't know how to face her husband, worrying that one day their relationship would not be able to continue. As she spoke, tears streaming down her face, she noticed her younger sister was also sobbing uncontrollably. It seems every family has its own troubles!
After calming down a bit, Shufen suddenly realized that the two families' troubles stemmed from two conflicting aspects. Why not…
But what she was thinking of was a scandalous and incestuous affair—how could she possibly say it? However, she quickly reconsidered, thinking, "What era are we living in? Does society still tolerate such outdated ideas hindering people's pursuit of life?" So, with a surge of courage, she said to her sister, quite embarrassed, "You and Zhigang are also struggling with a lack of romance with your partners. If we could resolve this conflict, wouldn't both families' problems be solved?!"
"Don't joke like that," Shuwen said, blushing. "
I'm not joking, I'm serious. Don't you think it's a perfect solution?" "
Although it is a solution, I don't believe you'd be willing to give up your husband to me!"
My husband is still mine. It's not like I'm asking you to marry him. A period of illicit pleasure is just my brother-in-law helping you, and you're helping my husband and me in return. Although from an old-fashioned perspective this could be considered incest, you and he aren't related by blood, so it can't really be called incest. Anyway,
who else besides the three of us would know? Seeing that my sister didn't seem to object and even seemed to be beaming with joy, I continued, "You and my brother-in-law have always gotten along very well. I believe you'll both find immense happiness. I'm not afraid you'll develop a strange relationship. Will he abandon me? Will you steal my husband?"
After a serious discussion, we figured out how to get my consent. They knew my character well and worried that I wouldn't easily accept such improper things.
The next day was Saturday. After dinner, Shuwen suddenly called, saying she didn't know how to play DVDs on her computer and needed my help immediately. I said goodbye to my wife and went out.
I took out my key and opened the door to Shuwen's house. There she was, fresh from her bath, wearing an exceptionally sexy halter-neck nightgown. Not only was her fully exposed fair skin incredibly alluring, but her high, firm breasts, partially exposed, further captivated my greedy gaze. A delicate rose-scented perfume wafted over, making me feel as if I had stumbled into a fairyland! Faced with this breathtaking unexpected scene, I felt a little uneasy. After a few seconds of awkwardness, I regained my composure after her warm greeting.
After I had a couple of sips of tea, she said a colleague had recommended a DVD to her. She had given her VCD player to a friend for repair, and the colleague said it could be played on a computer, but she had never tried it and didn't know how to operate it, so she had to call a technician. Without a word, I went straight to her bedroom. After turning on the computer, she had already moved a chair and sat down next to me.
Since it was like a neighbor visiting, I was only wearing a sports vest and casual shorts. As I guided her through the process, she moved closer and closer, inevitably leading to skin-to-skin contact, which gave me a jolt.
The DVD was a bootleg, without a cover or title. As soon as the plot unfolded, I instinctively realized it was pornography. Sure enough, explicit sex scenes appeared one after another, instantly arousing me. I felt her almost pressing her entire body against mine, and I could clearly feel my bare arm nestled between her breasts. This visual and sensory stimulation intensified my physical reaction; not only did my crotch bulge, but I also felt my whole body burning.
The plot continued, and the male and female leads on screen had already experienced several orgasms after changing positions several times, their breathtaking moans further stimulating the viewer's senses! Lost in the moment, everyone was completely oblivious to the scene before them. Almost simultaneously, they embraced tightly, and at her initiative, they kissed passionately. My throbbing erection was already pressing against her buttocks, and my right hand was already inside her braless breasts. What thrilled me even more was that my bare thighs were already wet with her love juices. Seeing that we could no longer restrain ourselves, I swiftly picked her up and we fell onto the bed behind her in our arms.
When I quickly took off her nightgown, I discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she eagerly removed all her clothes for me. Then, without hesitation, I pressed my entire body against hers and kissed her passionately once more. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, broke free from me, picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed a number, said it was busy, and put it down to resume our intimacy.
It was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, or a withered tree meeting spring. After suffering from sexual hunger, everyone was like parched land receiving sweet rain. How could they possibly be slow and methodical, following the rules step by step! I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, thrust my body forward, and effortlessly, like an experienced horse, shoved my entire length into her paradise. With another powerful thrust, she cried out in pleasure! Just
as I was about to bring her to orgasm using my well-honed skills, my wife suddenly appeared in the doorway like a whirlwind, shouting: "What have you done!" This was a huge shock. Being caught in bed with her husband was unacceptable! But unexpectedly, my wife immediately calmed down and said: "I was just kidding! Look at how flustered you are. This was my arrangement. You two continue. I'm going to watch TV outside." With that, she closed the door and turned to leave.
After a period of utter panic, hearing my wife's explanation and seeing Shuwen's nonchalant laughter, I realized what had happened. It was obvious the call was a signal to his sister. After this sudden shock, my erection was completely useless; I was powerless to continue. Seeing this, Shuwen immediately embraced me tightly, showering me with passionate kisses before skillfully stroking me. Now relaxed, I was able to quickly regain my erection, launching a more aggressive attack to create maximum pleasure. As Shuwen experienced repeated orgasms, I felt myself losing control. But unexpectedly, just as she sensed I was about to withdraw, she tightly gripped my waist with her legs, saying, "Don't worry! It's a safe period, give it all to me!" His words only fueled my inexplicable excitement, and with incredibly intense and rapid thrusting, I poured a torrent of hot, thick semen, which had been building up for so long, into her womb, making her so excited she almost wanted to flatten me!
Thinking of my wife sitting coldly in the living room, I lost all interest in continuing our afterplay. I gestured towards the outside, then we busied ourselves getting dressed and quickly left the living room. "
You're done playing so quickly?!" Seeing our embarrassed expressions, she was the first to speak, easing the awkward atmosphere. "
Thank you, wife!" I said, stepping forward to sit beside her, passionately embracing her and giving her a hot, sweet kiss. "
Isn't it rare to have such an understanding wife? Now I should also make it clear to you that my abnormal postpartum behavior caused you a lot of distress, and I feel very sorry for you. At the same time, you should also know Shuwen's current lonely situation. It's very difficult for a woman of this age to live alone. I reluctantly brought you two together; it's a win-win situation, where everyone needs something and we help each other." She paused, then continued, "I already discussed this with Shuwen beforehand. This is just a temporary measure. The day my mental and physical health returns to normal, or the day Shuwen gets a boyfriend, that's when you two will end this relationship. I believe you're both rational people."
Shuwen quickly interjected, "I won't steal your husband. We're just temporary sex partners." Then she turned to me and said, "Just treat me as a temporary wife, and I'll treat you as a temporary husband, okay?"
The wife continued, "I trust both of you completely. I have no worries. If I didn't have confidence in myself, I wouldn't have indulged you. During this time, you can be together whenever you're interested. You don't need to hide it from me. Right now, I'm completely indifferent to sex; I have neither the desire nor the ability, so don't worry about my loneliness. As long as you're happy, I'm happy!"
She then stood up and said to me, "Don't go home tonight. Spend some time with my sister." I should go back now. I told Aunt Mei upstairs that she'd only watch the child for me for an hour.
After we put Shufen in the elevator, we got back to the apartment and before we could even close the door, Shuwen suddenly hugged me and said, "You understood what I said, sister. You're my temporary husband now!" So we sat down on the sofa, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings, completely lost in the moment!
Because of the hasty ending, we were both still quite dirty and needed to wash up. So I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. "
You go first," I said, turning to leave, when she suddenly grabbed me from behind around the waist. "Don't go! Let's wash together; it'll save time!" she said, and started undressing me completely. I took the opportunity to remove everything from her clothes as well.
We were both naked, and an irresistible urge arose within me. My whole body felt burning hot, and my manhood was already erect! Seeing this, she said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty!" Then she reached out and flicked my glans hard with her finger, quickly turning on the cold water and spraying the showerhead onto my genitals, laughing and saying she was going to cool me down.
After this ordeal, my manhood was indeed no match for her; it immediately bowed its head and obediently picked up the shower gel to lather her up and down. As my soap-covered hands roamed over her high, firm breasts, they lingered greedily, repeatedly kneading them, unwilling to leave, and intentionally touching her alluring nipples. It was clear that this deadly stimulation was making her unable to control herself; her moans were gradually rising in intensity. Later, my hands became even more restless, using the lubrication of the soap to gradually slide down her genitals, finding her sensitive clitoris, and then pressing and rubbing it with my index finger. This made her extremely excited, her shrill moans like the wailing of ghosts!
When it was her turn to dry me off, she spent most of the time with her hands on my genitals, using the soap as lubrication to tease my penis as if in revenge. When I was so excited I could barely control myself, I said, "If you keep going like this, I'm going to climax! You're wasting my precious thing. Don't blame me later if I can't deliver!" This trick worked! She not only stopped immediately but also quickly grabbed the showerhead to cool me down again.
After we both rinsed off, we frolicked in the bathtub, teasing each other. When she straddled my lap, facing me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out and tried to insert my penis into her vagina, but she immediately stopped me, saying, "It's not hygienic. Let's go back to bed." So I stood up, and without even drying myself, I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom back to the room. We cuddled together and fell onto the bed.
With my wife's words of encouragement, I completely relaxed and unleashed all my skills, changing positions in various ways, making Shuwen ecstatic. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, this time, including foreplay and afterplay, it took over an hour to finish. We both fell asleep naked, embracing each other.
Perhaps because we had both found the greatest solace, or perhaps because we were too exhausted from playing so wildly, I slept soundly until dawn. In my hazy, half-awake state, I felt my thighs were numb, probably because one of her legs hadn't moved from my lower body all night. When I pushed her leg away, she woke up, but instead of leaving me, she rolled over and pressed her entire body against mine, then passionately showered me with sweet morning kisses. My penis, which normally performs a flag-raising ceremony upon waking in the morning, was further spurred on by this, becoming even more vigorous and proud as it thrust into her vagina. She sat up, guided my penis to her vulva, and pressed down, plunging it in completely with a piercing scream. As she skillfully moved up and down, I thrust upwards in sync, and with her increasingly frenzied moans, I gradually reached orgasm.
When she came down from her peak, I saw she was exhausted, but I was not only unsatisfied but also in a state of extreme excitement. So I had her lie face down, her buttocks raised, to prepare for the second wave. In the intense thrusting from behind, I once again poured all my energy into her body!
Afterwards, during our tender caresses, she told me that her favorite position was rear-entry because the natural direction of the thrusts, the perfect amount of force, and the slapping sound of the impact against her buttocks gave her an exhilarating stimulation with almost every stroke!
It was getting late. After getting up, we quickly showered and went to the street to buy a hearty breakfast before heading straight home. As soon as we entered, my wife was already sitting on the sofa playing with our daughter. Seeing us, she grinned mischievously and teased, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? You're up so early? Looks like you didn't get much sleep last night either!" Seeing our embarrassed smiles, she added, "You two are like 'rain after a long drought'! It seems your lovemaking last night was even more enjoyable than your wedding night! Tell me the truth, how many times did it last night?" Hearing this interrogation, our faces flushed red. Then we saw Shuwen hold up three fingers, and we all burst into laughter.
That evening after dinner, my wife urged me again, "You must still be wanting more, right? Why don't you go and spend another night with him?" "
We agreed, we won't go anywhere tonight, I'll stay with you!
Don't worry about me! Your happiness is my happiness, and with the child with me, I won't be lonely."
Honestly, how could I not want to go? But even though my wife was generous, I should still consider her feelings. Although we were no longer compatible in bed, finding other ways to comfort her would be a way of repaying her kindness.
From then on, although my wife often asked me to take time off, I still kept things within reasonable limits, accommodating both sides. Since Shuwen found me as her satisfactory sexual partner, her mental state was completely different, and her life was relaxed, carefree, and fulfilling.
Another Saturday, I went to visit her, and the joy and warmth were indescribable. However, the next day, as I was leaving for home, she asked me to promise to come and stay with her again that night. I advised her to consider her sister's feelings and didn't agree. But that night, around midnight, just as we were about to go to sleep, she suddenly arrived (she also had a key to our house). When she came in, she looked quite unwell, saying that she had been lying in bed for an hour without being able to fall asleep, so she came over. Seeing this, my wife made a suggestion: "Since you're already here, why don't you just stay the night? I'll sleep in the guest room, and you can have my spot!" "
How can that be? I'll sleep in the guest room myself. It's not entirely because of that, I'm just feeling incredibly lonely at home alone," my sister hurriedly said. "
Then you sisters can share a bed and chat all night. I'll sleep in the guest room," I also tried to politely decline.
Finally, my wife made the final decision. She said, "No one should give in. Let the three of us sleep together. That way, we can chat together, and no one will be lonely."
And so, the three of us crammed onto the bed like canned fish, with Shuwen on the inside and my wife on the edge. Before falling asleep, we just chatted casually, and no one dared to have any improper thoughts, so nothing happened. Soon, both women were fast asleep, which was tough on me, sandwiched in the middle. I could only sleep on my back, and even when I was tired, I didn't dare to turn to either side, because I knew that leaning towards either side would be bad. Who knew that trying to please everyone would be such a difficult task!
The next day, we all went to work. When I got home from work, Shuwen called, saying she had bought three famous roasted pigeons and was coming over for dinner.
At dinner, we enjoyed the delicious roasted pigeons together, and even had some red wine. After dinner, Shuwen said she was too lazy to go home. My wife, upon hearing this, quickly said, "If you like a lively atmosphere, go ahead, but you have to listen to my arrangements. Last night, sleeping in one bed with the three of us was too tiring; I almost fell off the bed when I turned over! How about this, since I have to get up several times a night to take care of our daughter in the baby's room, I'll sleep in the guest room." He paused, then smiled and said, "I'm giving you two an opportunity! You can do whatever you want; just pretend I'm invisible. Maybe my sister's moans will awaken my numb senses!"
With my wife's indulgence, we truly indulged in sensual pleasure that night, oblivious to everyone else. However, thinking of my sister's feelings, Shuwen tried her best to suppress her usual wild moans.
This life of enjoying the blessings of having two wives continued for nearly a year. Since my wife borrowed a substitute, my emotional life became more colorful, and my relationship with my wife became more harmonious. Our marital affection not only didn't weaken, but we trusted and loved each other even more. However, this
happy period didn't last long. Near the Spring Festival, Shuwen met Li Weiqiang, a section chief at the tax bureau, at a colleague's wedding. This seemingly refined white-collar worker in his thirties had lost his beloved wife in a car accident and had been single for over a year. He and Shuwen felt an instant connection, as if they had known each other for a long time, and soon began dating frequently, feeling restless if they didn't see each other for a day.
When I sensed that Shuwen's enthusiasm for me had waned, my wife secretly told me that my sister had started a new relationship, and we should keep our promise and stop bothering her. Although I felt a sense of loss after hearing this, I couldn't let my own selfishness jeopardize her future, so I had no choice but to return to a normal relationship with her as brother-in-law and sister-in-law.
Although the matter was resolved rationally, every time I saw my sister-in-law, I felt a sense of unattainable longing, like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror. In the quiet of the night, I would often toss and turn, recalling the sweet memories of the past year. Even worse, I had reverted to the predicament I had faced before the new year,
both psychologically and physically. My wife is a shrewd woman; how could she not understand my predicament? To alleviate my unbearable desire, she had repeatedly tried to rekindle our intimacy, but she could never arouse her own desire. Our perfunctory encounters always ended hastily, leaving me feeling utterly unsatisfied. Although she tirelessly blamed herself and expressed deep remorse, empty promises were futile. This period of family life dragged on endlessly in utter depression and helplessness.
One day, Aunt Mei, who lived in the apartment above us, came to visit. She was a post office clerk, originally a country girl. During her high school years, she was widely recognized as the most beautiful woman in the entire township, with countless suitors. However, having spent years in the county town's schools, her thinking had become quite modern, and she yearned for city life. After graduation, she visited her uncle in the city and met a bus driver from next door. They quickly fell in love and married the following year. For the first two years of their marriage, their relationship was wonderful, and they lived happily. But soon, her husband, seeking higher pay, switched jobs to work for a private transportation company. As a truck driver who traveled extensively, his social circle was quite complex. He soon developed a gambling addiction and then indulged in a life of womanizing, completely changing their family life. When he wasn't on duty, he could spend day and night engrossed in mahjong, sometimes not even going home after work. Even when he did come home late at night, he would collapse into bed and fall into a deep, lifeless sleep, often going months without any marital intimacy.
Sister Mei was only twenty-five, with striking looks and a great figure. Her skin was fair, her clothes fashionable, and her manners refined and elegant; you couldn't tell she was a country girl who had moved to the city. The pain she felt facing her increasingly depraved and dissolute husband was unimaginable. Especially at the prime of her youth, she often had to spend her days alone, the loneliness unbearable. Such days were incredibly difficult for a young woman. Tonight, she came over, and naturally, my wife and I talked about our troubles.
She and my wife have always been very close, practically inseparable. Sometimes when my wife is too busy, she asks her to pick up our daughter from daycare and take her home temporarily. Sometimes when my wife needs to go out to run errands, she leaves the child with her.
When the two women walked together, they seemed to have little to talk about besides daily necessities, children, and husbands. So, often when Sister Mei lamented her husband's neglect and her lonely days, the wife, while shedding tears of sympathy, would also sadly recount her own sorrow at being unable to face her husband due to her frigidity.
One evening, the wife came to her husband's house to pick up their child. Sister Mei was engrossed in reading a magazine while her child slept. The article she was reading was titled "Analyzing Women's One-Night Stands and Multiple-Night Stands." Once the conversation started, Sister Mei began to speak eloquently, seemingly insightful, explaining the essence of the article. She said that women who have affairs generally fall into five categories: those who are naturally promiscuous, those who have experienced marital setbacks, those whose marital life is disharmonious, those who seek revenge on their cheating husbands, and those who suffer from their husbands' neglect. Regardless of whether his wife listened or not, he continued with deep feeling: "The first type of person is beyond reproach, and the latter types are no wonder either. If they're well-fed and clothed at home, how could they possibly have affairs? If I were to have an affair one day, I'd probably belong to the third, fourth, and even fifth categories!
You wouldn't be the kind of person who's unfaithful, would you?" Shufen seemed intrigued by his topic.
"It's hard to say," she replied. "Who would easily take that step? You know, a woman's desire can be even more intense than a man's!" Taking a deep breath, she continued, "But people from the countryside are inherently simple and honest. I'm not a casual person. I'd rather die than sleep with just any man, whether it's a pig or a dog!" "I really don't know how those women who have affairs manage to meet men who reciprocate their feelings?"
she asked. "It's hard to say, it's all about fate!" As Shufen spoke, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She gritted her teeth, blushing, and said, "If you're interested and have that need, can I play matchmaker for you?"
I know you're doing this for my own good; you've always been someone I trust. What's your idea? Tell me quickly.
There's a decent man downstairs who's just as thirsty as you!
You already told me about your situation, but don't joke with me. I don't believe you're so open-minded as to push your husband into someone else's arms!
You know I'm a very rational person. I often feel guilty for letting my husband down, although he understands my predicament. But I worry that this will eventually affect our relationship. What woman isn't selfish? But my leniency can also be seen as for my own sake.
Seeing that Aunt Mei was still silent, she continued: "The psychological hurdle is hard to overcome, but as long as you don't see it as a bad thing, you'll feel at peace. Actually, don't see it as revenge against your husband, or as something shameful. It's about mutual needs and helping each other." Hearing this
, Aunt Mei's mind started working, so she frankly said: "I understand, but it's too embarrassing! Besides, if a fourth person finds out, it'll all be over!
If you're willing, we can discuss everything further."
The two women then began a heated discussion, and Shufen added, "However, I'm still a little worried about whether this will go smoothly according to our plan. You see, my husband has always been an exceptionally upright man, but under my indulgence and encouragement, he can't be serious when faced with delicious food!"
A few days later, Sister Mei excitedly told Shufen that the opportunity had arrived; her husband was going on a long trip to another province in a few days and wouldn't be back for at least ten days. So they agreed to begin carrying out the plan.
One evening, during a casual chat, Shufen said to me with a heavy heart, "Ever since I broke up with my sister-in-law, seeing you so listless makes me very sad!" "
Life goes on, it's not like you want it this way, what's the use of being sad?
Don't you want to find another sister-in-law?"
"Don't joke around, do you have another sister?" "
Yes, a sister in a similar situation to mine!" Yu Shufen explained Mei's predicament in detail, saying, "She understands our predicament too; you and she are in the same boat.
While that's true, the situation is different from your sister's. She's a married woman; if her secret is exposed, she'll be ruined!
Don't you know her husband is often away on business trips and frequently doesn't come home at night? He's always careful, so no one else will know.
Are you really willing to give your husband away to someone else?
My husband is still mine. I'm not asking you to do anything bad; I'm asking you to do something good, to help each other. You're doing something good that keeps two families together!"
The day after her husband's business trip, Mei came straight to our house after work, carrying a lot of meat and vegetables she'd bought at the market. She excitedly said she'd just bought a free-range chicken, too much for one person, and invited us to her house for dinner instead of cooking. We already understood her sudden invitation, so as soon as she turned to leave, we exchanged knowing smiles.
We took a shower early and brought our daughter to her house to see if there was anything we could help with. The two women quickly prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Sister Mei even bought a bottle of red wine. Sister Mei, who doesn't drink at all, blushed after less than half a glass, making her look even more beautiful and charming. As soon as we finished eating, Shufen said she had to leave first because she needed to breastfeed the baby, adding that she felt bad about leaving so
quickly and asked me to stay a little longer with Sister Mei. Although she said it politely, everyone could understand what she meant! After Sister Mei quickly tidied up the kitchen, she brought a cup of coffee to the coffee table to hand it to me, but she tripped and spilled the coffee all over herself. She then hurriedly ran into the room to wash and change her clothes. When she came out with the coffee again, I was immediately struck by her beauty. She had changed out of her proper loungewear into a sexy nightgown, revealing half of her breasts, her two firm breasts almost bursting out. Her long, white legs, visible beneath the shorts, were incredibly alluring. As she approached, a waft of jasmine fragrance filled the air, almost making me dizzy. I thought to myself, although she was a year older than my sister-in-law and grew up in the countryside, she was in no way inferior in terms of charm! Her husband really didn't know how lucky he was.
We sat side by side on the sofa, unable to find a topic to talk about, so I casually said, "Your husband's away on a business trip; you must be bored at home alone." "
I'm used to it! Even if he's not away on business, how much time does he spend at home normally?" Before I could finish speaking, I choked up, and tears welled up in my eyes. I realized I'd misspoke and shouldn't have touched a nerve, so I took two tissues from under the coffee table and handed them to her. But she didn't seem to notice, and didn't take them for a long time. So I carefully wiped away her tears with the tissues, but the sight only made her more upset, and she began to sob softly, leaning closer to me and burying her face in my shoulder. I was momentarily at a loss, but after a moment's hesitation, I boldly reached out and pulled her into my arms. She didn't seem to mind; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with tearful, affectionate eyes. Already moved, I seized the opportunity and kissed her eyes, licking away her tears with my tongue. This touched her deeply, and she returned my kiss with her own warm lips. At this point, we were both even more excited, our tongues intertwining, and soon she let out a soft, tantalizing moan. The kiss lasted for several minutes before finally ending.
We were both completely unable to control ourselves. At my prompting, he sat on my lap, and we embraced tightly, kissing passionately. Having been sexually inactive for a long time, I was burning with desire at the sight of her alluring beauty. Forgetting all decorum, I reached out and unbuttoned her nightgown, easily stripping her naked. Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing anything underneath!
Her skin was snow-white and delicate, like that of a young woman just reaching maturity. Her two firm breasts, with their still-pink nipples, were incredibly tempting. I knew it was because she hadn't given birth yet that she maintained such perfect beauty.
I eagerly moved my mouth to one of her nipples, teasing it with my tongue and then gently sucking on it, while my other hand kneaded her other breast. Instantly, her nipple hardened, and her moans grew louder and louder.
My desire continued to swell, and in the blink of an eye, my hand had wandered to her lower body. First, I teased her thighs, then parted her labia and rubbed her clitoris with my index finger. She screamed with excitement, and copious amounts of love juice flowed out. "
Please, don't torture me anymore, I can't take it!"... She had lost all restraint and was begging me. She really couldn't hold back any longer, so I picked her up and carried her straight to the bedroom. After laying her down on the bed, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and pounced on her like a hungry wolf...
Every time we changed positions, she would have an orgasm. Her passionate moans pushed my desire to its peak time and time again. When I really couldn't hold on any longer and was about to slip away, she said, "Don't go! Shoot inside, give it all to me!" With her indulgence, I recklessly ejaculated deep inside her paradise, making her feel like she was dying of excitement.
During our lovemaking, I sensed a unique, indescribable charm about her. Her allure surpassed even Shuwen's, likely due to her robust physique from being raised in the countryside. However, she seemed passive and unfamiliar with many common positions. Later, she told me she had initially thought city people would be romantic, but after marriage, she discovered her husband was a crude and ungentle man. Even at the beginning of their marriage, he showed no consideration for her feelings, only seeking his own release. He didn't know any techniques, just charging in like a wolf, making sex with her feel like fast food, and she didn't even know when she had an orgasm.
When we were cleaning up afterward, I noticed some semen still leaking out. I panicked and said, "You wanted me to ejaculate inside you, weren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"
I'm not stupid. I'm not just seeking momentary pleasure. To tell you the truth, I've been married for over two years and haven't conceived. After repeated examinations, doctors have confirmed I'm infertile. This is probably one of the reasons my husband is so disheartened. So, feel free to unleash your desires on me from now on! Hearing this, I didn't know whether to feel sympathy or joy.
She also told me: "Since discovering my husband's infidelity before the New Year, I've been afraid he might transmit some disease to me, so I haven't let him touch me easily. We haven't had sex for six months now..."
Just then, the phone rang. It was my wife. She calmly said on the phone: "How's it going? You should thank me! I'm going to bed now. You just keep her company. Remember, be careful of what you see when you go out tomorrow!" I didn't know how to answer, but I felt a warm glow inside.
We embraced and poured out our hearts to each other. Because of this communication, we felt more relaxed, and with mutual teasing, we naturally had even more fun.
From then on, I felt like I had regained my youth, and my relationship with my wife improved even more. However, despite my wife's indulgence and Sister Mei's endless needs, our interactions were always very rational and formed a pattern: I would only visit her house when her husband was away on a business trip. At other times, she would only come to my house if I was certain her husband wouldn't be home late at night. At that time, my wife would find an excuse to take our daughter out for a night out, and they wouldn't come back for an hour or two.
One day, three months later, because we hadn't found a suitable opportunity for a whole week, we were both feeling restless. Coincidentally, her husband told her as he was leaving after dinner that his mahjong friends had arranged to play all night and he wouldn't be home that night. So Sister Mei quickly took a shower and came over. However, because it was raining continuously, my wife couldn't go out anymore. Just as I was feeling very sorry, my wife said very considerately: "The child is sleepy, and I want to go to bed early too. You can keep Sister Mei company and watch TV and chat." Then she made a face and continued, implying that if she closed the bedroom door, the noise wouldn't reach inside. I, of course, understood perfectly and thought with immense gratitude, "What a wonderful wife!"
My wife and I were in no mood for television, so after a short while, we found an excuse to lure her into the guest room. Just as we were stripping off our clothes and joyfully flirting, we suddenly heard the doorbell ringing incessantly, and vaguely heard my wife's husband shouting outside, "Aunt Li! Is Mei at your house?" My wife was immediately terrified; her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably. I quickly helped her put her clothes on. At that moment, my quick-witted wife had already come out with the child to block the way, scolding the child for getting in her way while deliberately shouting loudly to the door, "She's here! She's trying on the new clothes I bought her in her room." I understood immediately and quickly grabbed a set of clothes from the closet and shoved it into my wife's hands. When Sister Mei came out of the guest room, my wife had just opened the gate. There stood her husband, soaking wet in his raincoat…
Later, we learned that he had realized he'd forgotten his wallet just as he was about to enter the card game, so he rushed home to get it. Coincidentally, his keys were also in his wallet. After knocking for a while and finding his wife not home, he figured she'd only been visiting us, so he came looking for her.
Although my quick-witted wife had averted a dangerous situation, it was a serious scare. Only afterward did we truly realize the gravity of the situation. Like a hunting dog finally catching its prey on the mountain, if we were ever caught, Sister Mei and I would be utterly disgraced and ashamed. My affair, with my wife's indulgence and cover-up, would become a huge joke! So, stopping before things got out of hand was the best course of action. After this close call, Sister Mei was also very cautious. After talking to her, we all agreed to leave it at that. After that, our two families resumed normal relations as if nothing had happened.
From then on, I returned to my dejected and depressed life!
After three increasingly difficult months, one day we had just gotten home from work when my sister-in-law arrived with red and swollen eyes. Before she even sat down, she burst into tears! My wife rushed over to comfort her, anxiously asking, "Tell me what happened! What's wrong?"
After sobbing for a while, Shuwen said in a trembling voice, "He tricked me!" She took a breath, calmed herself slightly, and continued, "Awei has been detained on suspicion of a huge bribery case, and I was also asked to go in for questioning and assist in the investigation." Although I knew nothing about it, I was terrified!
They had been dating for almost half a year. Awei was a refined and dashing, charming man, very enthusiastic, and very considerate to Shuwen. Now that he's in trouble, it's naturally a huge blow to Shuwen. I tried to comfort her, saying, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise'?" If he really broke the law, he'd eventually come to his senses. The fact that it's been exposed before you're married is probably a good thing for you, isn't it? If you had married, the damage to you would have been even greater.
After breaking up with her boyfriend, Shuwen returned to her lonely single life. After two failed relationships, she was somewhat disheartened, and once bitten, twice shy. She vowed to cultivate her character, no longer seeking trouble, and determined to live a solitary life.
However, a vow made in anger is unreliable. Is a lonely life easy for a young person in the prime of her life? Her psychological and physical needs constantly troubled her, especially during the long nights when she couldn't sleep, often reminiscing and shedding tears.
One day, she called and asked me to come to her house after work. Since both my wife and I had keys to her house, when I opened the door, I found my wife already there. Shuwen was wearing an apron, busy cooking dinner in the kitchen, and was overjoyed to see me arrive as promised.
He cooked a few of his signature dishes to treat us, saying he was bored at home alone, so he came up with this way to keep things lively—a rather pitiful idea!
After enjoying the delicious meal, my wife used her old trick again, saying our daughter needed to take a bath and go to bed, and she had to go home first, asking me to stay a little longer and keep her younger sister company. I naturally understood, secretly grateful to my wife for creating this opportunity for us.
Shuwen was in a good mood and had drunk a bit more red wine, so her emotions were unusually high. After tidying up the kitchen, she hurried off to take a bath. I was alone in the living room, pulling out one of my favorite CDs and playing it. I was engrossed in listening when I suddenly heard my sister-in-law calling me. I rushed to the inner room and saw her peeking out from under the bathroom door.
"Excuse me," she said, "I'm usually home alone, and I'm used to getting dressed in my bedroom after showering. I'll have to ask you to help me get my clothes from my room." "
You didn't put them out there," I replied, "how am I supposed to know what clothes you need!"
"Are you that stupid?! Go rummage through the closet yourself, and just bring me whatever you want me to wear!"
I thought to myself, "You little devil, are you deliberately playing me?" So I opened the closet, rummaged through it haphazardly, and then, on a whim, deliberately didn't give her any underwear or anything, just grabbed a bathrobe. I ran to the bathroom door to hand it to her, but she said, "The door isn't closed properly, can you bring it in? My hands are covered in soap suds."
I knew what she meant! Wasn't she clearly trying to seduce me? But I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, but you can just wash your hands."
Don't play innocent with me, haven't you seen my body before?! Before I could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened, and she unexpectedly reached out and pulled me inside.
Facing her naked body, I was genuinely at a loss. I only heard her say, "You haven't showered yet, let me shower you!" Before I could react, she skillfully stripped me naked in one swift motion!
Like a mother bathing her child, she carefully lathered me with shower gel from top to bottom. By then, my physical reaction was extremely strong; my penis was already hard and throbbing. She couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed it tightly in her hand, rapidly stroking it with the help of the foam. I couldn't bear this intense stimulation, so I broke free from her and pulled her tightly into my arms, kissing her passionately.
After we showered, we frolicked together in the bathtub. Unexpectedly, this blissful time, interrupted for over half a year, was back. A mature couple, long sexually frustrated, carefree in front of their naked partners, how could they not indulge in unrestrained revelry! In our enjoyment and mutual teasing, when passion could no longer be contained, I wanted to make love to her in the water, but she struggled, saying, "No, it's unhygienic, I'll get an infection!" Although we were in the throes of passion, I had to respect her, so I jumped out of the bathtub first, then helped her up. Before she was even dry, I carried her, still dripping wet, straight to the bedroom, and we rolled around on the bed…
In over thirty minutes of passionate lovemaking, she probably had three or four orgasms. As we were caressing each other, waiting for the afterglow to fade, my phone rang. Needless to say, it was my wife calling. I hurriedly got up and answered, only to hear her teasingly saying on the other end, "You've come back to life! Could it be that I've interrupted your good time?" "You two can continue, I've locked the front door!" I only replied with a "Good wife!" before hanging up. A warm feeling welled up inside me.
I have an extremely strong sex drive, which hasn't diminished with age since adulthood, and Shuwen is also a woman with an extremely strong sex drive. Being with her felt like we both had inexhaustible energy, like rain after a long drought! You can imagine how we spent that night.
From then on, my life changed again. No longer did I have to live in fear like when I was having an affair with Sister Mei; there was no mental distress or pressure, so life was exceptionally carefree. Sometimes my wife would urge me to come over to her, and sometimes she would come over to me. Whenever she made an appointment for dinner, my wife would promptly prepare the guest room.
Five months later, my wife came home from work, her face grave, and told me: "My sister called and said that a pregnancy test confirmed she's six weeks pregnant!" Suddenly, it felt like a thunderbolt had struck me! My wife then seemed to be blaming me for being careless, but I couldn't quite make out what she was saying next.
We rushed to Shuwen's house without even cooking dinner, partly to comfort her and partly to discuss a solution. But when we entered, she showed no signs of worry; instead, she was chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened. I thought to myself, "Is this little devil playing a trick on me?" But this fleeting thought was quickly followed by a glimpse of the pregnancy test on the coffee table. I grabbed it and glanced at it—the positive result was glaringly obvious!
My wife took it, her face darkening. "You two are experienced women, how could you be so careless?!" "
Except for the safe period, we've always used condoms. I only remember one time we ran out of condoms..." Shuwen casually defended herself. "
It's all my fault, I only thought about pleasure and didn't consider the consequences," I said, taking responsibility. "
There's no use blaming anyone now. Getting an abortion early won't hurt your body too much," my wife said.
"What happened?" "Why do you want me to abort? Can't single people have children?" Shuwen hurriedly replied, then continued, "I've thought about this before. I've already decided not to remarry. I'm living a pretty carefree life now. Besides, you only have one daughter anyway. Don't you want a son? Maybe I'll give you a boy, making a perfect family!" "
Don't be silly. Who will be the father after the child is born? We have to give an explanation to everyone around us." The wife said. "
I've thought about that too. My sister and I are surnamed Li, my brother-in-law is also surnamed Li, and my ex-boyfriend also happens to be surnamed Li. So the child will have the surname Li. Who will care whether the child takes the father's or mother's surname, or who had the birth? It'll all be fine if we just keep it a secret."
After much consideration, it was decided that Shuwen's wishes should be respected. How could they force her to abort? Besides, the child in her womb is also my flesh and blood! And so, the decision was made.
In the days that followed, we took extra care of Shuwen, and she prepared herself mentally for the endless gossip, focusing on becoming a mother.
After more than three months of this period of quiet reflection, I knew the baby was stable, and only then did we dare to resume our intimate moments, though not as wildly as before—just enough to satisfy our desires.
After ten months of pregnancy, we were incredibly lucky to have a boy, and the three of us were overjoyed! I hired a postpartum caregiver to look after her and her baby. After her confinement period, my wife suggested to her sister that they move in with us for mutual support. Shuwen readily agreed.
From then on, the five of us lived happily together. There's a saying that a younger sister-in-law is like half a wife—a joke meant to take advantage—but it certainly came true in my case! People often say that having multiple wives is a difficult thing to enjoy, referring to the inevitable jealousy and rivalry among women, making it hard for men to please everyone. However, this isn't the case in my family. They each have their own room, so we never have to worry about odd or even days. I can spend the evenings with whomever I want, because the sisters have no reservations about each other, are always courteous, and considerate of others. As for the relationship between the three of us, to outsiders it's an open and perfectly legitimate one that no one would question, but at home, it's a close-knit marital relationship! The two sisters don't see each other as wives or concubines; they are both my beloved wives. This secret is known only to heaven, earth, and ourselves! Of course, writing it down now lets everyone know.

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