[Married Woman Incest] Wife Who Loves Threesomes

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[My Wife, Who Loves Threesomes]

My wife, Jiamei, studied broadcasting and hosting in college. She speaks fluently, is 1.67 meters tall, and always maintains a weight of around 100 pounds, making her appear tall and slender, yet her body is undeniably curvaceous. Her breasts aren't the typical "boob-sized" type, but they appear quite large, perhaps due to her slim waist, making them very alluring. Her face is even more stunning; her eyes are always large and captivating, and her lips are rosy and glossy—she's absolutely ethereal.

Furthermore, my wife received an excellent education from a young age, is gentle and sensible, filial to her parents, and loving towards me. She exudes an aristocratic air of pride yet is also understanding and likable. My wife has snow-white skin and not a single scar on her body. Making love with a woman like her would be something I'd gladly die for.

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

I remember when we first started dating, my wife was a young girl, nineteen. She studied broadcasting and hosting, and I was a wedding emcee. We quickly discovered our common ground and each other's strengths, and we soon fell deeply in love. When we met, my wife was still a virgin. The first time we were intimate, she cried from the pain. Afterward, she became increasingly knowledgeable about sex, and she became more and more wanton around me. Of course, in public, she is definitely a reserved woman.

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

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

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

Making love with my wife:

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

This particular night, I was still emceeing and didn't get home until very late. When I got home, I took a shower and went straight into the room without putting on any clothes. As soon as I opened the door, a sweet fragrance wafted into my nose. The room was dimly lit, and my wife was half-reclining on the bed, with a bottle of red wine and a hamburger prepared for me on the bedside table.

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

"My dear wife, I've showered, can we get in bed now?"

"Come here..." My wife stretched out her delicate hand, her snow-white arm gently waving at me. As she did so, the silk blanket covering her slid down her sexy, smooth body to her waist, and I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes.

With a slight movement, her large, white breasts swayed, her nipples a deep red, clearly already somewhat erect. Her hair was disheveled, obviously not styled for my return. My wife's lower body was covered by a silk blanket, but it couldn't hide her sexy body. Her plump buttocks, fair thighs, and small feet with painted nails were rubbing against each other.

The sight of this erotic scene made my penis hard, like a small cannon. Before I could speak, my wife, seeing I wasn't coming closer, lifted one leg, and the entire silk blanket slid off her body. My wife's pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was long, concentrated above her vulva, with a few strands on either side of her labia. Clearly, she had groomed her pubic hair before I came back. Her vulva glistened with glistening droplets, indicating she had just showered, and her vulva wasn't completely dry; it was probably vaginal fluid—she had a lot of it.

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

I lay on top of her, holding her and kissing her earlobe. She was already a little overwhelmed. I kissed her neck again, then turned to her cunt, licking her pubic hair with my tongue. She was already very wet, her cunt constantly flowing with lustful fluids. It was a little pungent, but it was always tempting. My penis was hard at this moment. My

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

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

"This little bitch wants my big meat stick!" My wife often insulted herself like this during sex, and we were both very excited at this moment.

I licked her cunt, observing her expression. Her face was flushed, like a horny bitch in heat. She touched my head with one hand, pressing it down repeatedly, making me lick her vagina, while her other hand gripped my penis. I pressed my lower body against my wife's face, and she took the opportunity to put my penis in her mouth. She licked it passionately, sometimes sucking, sometimes blowing, sometimes holding my penis and licking the glans, sometimes putting my testicles in her mouth.

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

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

My seductive wife pressed her hands against my body, moaning incessantly, "Ah...ah...ah...ahhhhhh...so good...husband, fuck me, fuck this little slut's cunt...ah...oh...ah...oh...ah...oh...oh...oh...husband, so good...husband, you're so amazing, fuck this little slut, make this little slut feel good...oh oh ah...oh oh ah...um...ah...um um...ah...oh..."

The woman-on-top position was always my wife's favorite. Seeing how seductive she was, I grabbed her hands and began to thrust faster, my cock slamming into her cunt. The "crunch, crunch" sounds and my wife's lewd moans filled the room, making me thrust even faster.

Faced with my onslaught, my wife's legs quickly gave way, and she knelt down, collapsing onto me. I held my wife as we stood up, her body wrapped around me like the roots of an old tree. I held her buttocks and continued to thrust in and out, this position was always my wife's favorite.

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

I fucked my wife's cunt violently, and soon my wife's legs tightly clamped around my waist, she convulsed, her waist twisted a few times, and her whole body went limp, collapsing onto the bed. I knew that my wife had orgasmed. I was also covered in sweat and lay down. My wife climbed onto my lap like a slutty bitch, rested her head on my lap and licked my purplish-red glans, then put her whole cock in her mouth. Because it was pressing against her throat, she almost spat it out, but she refused to put her cock down.

I hadn't ejaculated yet, so my cock was still hard. My wife's charming and seductive eyes looked at me, and my cock was covered in her saliva. She spat out my penis and made me eat the dinner she had prepared for me on the bedside table. I drank red wine, ate a hamburger, and enjoyed my wife giving me oral sex.

My slutty wife was still licking my penis. I lifted her head and pulled her into my arms. She stroked my chest, nestled against me like a little bird, and said seductively, "Honey, you made me feel so good just now. You're so naughty, you hurt me so much." I tapped her nose and smiled at her.

My wife was exhausted, and it was 11 p.m. outside. We lay in bed talking. My wife's thighs were on my body, hugging me, her mind seemingly blank, a smile on her lips, her eyes half-open, listening to me recount what she had seen and heard that day. This was our married life—passionate and romantic.

I suddenly remembered that an online friend was coming to visit tomorrow. I had offered to host him online. We met online while playing games; he was from Xinjiang and was traveling here. We had been chatting happily online. He had just gotten married and was honeymooning with his new wife all over the country. I offered to host him online and decided to let him and his wife stay at my place.

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

Ah Shan Arrives In

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

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

After breakfast, we watched the news for a while and then drove out. At nine o'clock, my online friend finally came out of the train station exit. Although I had never met him in person, I had seen his photos online, and since he was from Xinjiang, he was easy to spot in a crowd. He saw me quickly too, and we shook hands and hugged.

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

The four of us got in the car and drove to my father's house. My mother had already prepared lunch, and after chatting for a while, we ate. Ashan and Mumeizi both praised my mother's cooking, and we enjoyed our lunch.

In the afternoon, we took my friend to several scenic spots in our hometown. Ashan suggested we go back to my home, so we went home early.

Ashan told me he liked our house; where he lives, they live in the mountains and it's very unclean, but our place is clean and comfortable. In the evening, after dinner, the four of us played cards for a while. My wife took Mumeizi to the supermarket, and Ashan and I watched TV in the living room, chatting and drinking red wine.

Ashan is a very open person; he used to joke with me about sexual things when we chatted online. We became increasingly open in our conversation. He started talking about his sex life with his wife, telling me how sexy she was in bed. I also started telling him about my wife, Jia Mei. We were having a great time.

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

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

The Double Wolf Plan:

Ah Shan and I lay in bed, continuing our erotic conversation. He turned on his computer and showed me pictures of his wife, Mei Zi, in many suggestive poses. Our conversation became increasingly open. Ah Shan said he'd long wanted to see his wife with another man, and hearing this aroused my lust. Ah Shan had already figured out I was a lecher, so he asked, "Want to sleep with my wife?" I agreed, and the two lecherous men decided to act…

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

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

My wife's pajamas were practically just a thin layer of gauze, revealing her breasts completely, and the dark pubic hair below was enough to make anyone want to have sex with her. Who would have thought that Ah Shan, this rough-and-tumble man, would be so lustful upon seeing my wife's breasts, immediately reaching out with his large hand. Although my wife was a deep sleeper, Ah Shan's grip was too strong, waking her instantly. My wife slightly opened her eyes, and Ah Shan quickly dashed out the door. I slipped away before she could fully open her eyes.

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

We were both so scared we didn't dare do anything more, and I felt much calmer, and I cancelled my perverted plan. To be precise, we didn't have any specific plan; we just had the urge to go to their room. But I was jealous that Ah Shan touched my wife's breasts, because I didn't get to touch Meizi's big breasts. What a pity.

We went to sleep, both of us thinking it was over, because we thought we'd never have another chance, that we'd lost our lust. Who knew that what happened the next day would be so strange, making me rethink my wife.

Meizi got sick .

The next day, everyone got up early. The four of us ate breakfast together. I observed my wife's expression because I suspected she had found out we went into her room the night before, but my wife seemed perfectly normal in the morning, so I was relieved.

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

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

That evening, the hospital arranged everything, and the doctor told Meizi to rest early. Ashan insisted on staying with Meizi, but Meizi was understanding and really needed to rest, so Ashan went home with us, leaving Meizi alone in the room. Besides, the hospital wasn't far from our home, and the surgery was tomorrow, so we went home with peace of mind.

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

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

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

Sure enough, Ah Shan and I defeated her this time. She, who never drinks, was faced with a glass of red wine, and although it wasn't strong, it was enough to put her in a difficult position. My wife wanted to cheat, and I agreed, but Ah Shan disagreed. Finally, my wife couldn't resist the persuasion, picked up the glass, and downed

the red wine in one gulp. Ah Shan and I applauded her. I don't know if she was dizzy or drunk from the red wine, but my wife lost three rounds in a row, drinking three glasses of wine. When I noticed my wife, her face had turned crimson, a red that was almost heartbreaking, but also a red that seemed a little different from the red of someone who was drunk. My wife started talking nonsense, and her cards started to play haphazardly. She accidentally put her hand on Ah Shan's thigh, patted his thigh, and called my name, then realized her mistake and burst out laughing. I knew my wife was drunk.

As the saying goes, "in vino veritas," and after getting drunk, she started using vulgar language and words containing the word "vagina" that she rarely utters. It was summer, and she was wearing a dress with a low neckline. She often bent over with a laugh, revealing most of her snow-white breasts. Ah Shan was truly lecherous, his eyes fixed on her breasts, constantly praising her beauty, to which she just chuckled.

When I observed her face again, I finally realized why her complexion looked different from other drunken flushes; her redness was more like the sultry red of someone having sex. Alcohol can enhance the mood and arouse sexual desire. My wife, usually so provocative in bed, was completely uninhibited at this moment, her face radiating lust. I knew she must be overflowing with arousal right now.

My wife tried to control her words and desires; she was somewhat sober and suggested we stop. I guess she understood that her mind was in turmoil. My wife suggested we go to bed, and while hugging my neck, she said she wanted me to sleep with her that night. Ah Shan smiled and tactfully went back to his room. I followed my wife into our room. As soon as we

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

Soon, my wife had me completely naked and put my big cock in her mouth, licking it. What a slut, absolutely a slut! I picked up my wife, pushed her onto the bed, and pulled off her bra and sexy panties. My wife lay there like a bitch. I made her kneel down, then went behind her, grabbed her buttocks, and penetrated her already overflowing cunt. My wife didn't care that there were people in the house, and loudly moaned. I knew Ah Shan had heard, but I never expected that Ah Shan would dare to enter our room.

I re-evaluated my wife.

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

Ah Shan approached us, leering as he watched me fuck my wife. I kept giving Ah Shan signals, meaning, what if my wife found out? Ah Shan answered me with an expression: It's okay. My wife was still moaning wildly, and I knew that my slutty wife was out of her mind at this moment, so I picked up my wife's ass and fucked her cunt hard. Slowly, I also smiled at Ah Shan, and I noticed that Ah Shan's penis was already pressing against his jeans. The fact that

someone else had seen my wife's naked body only excited me more. My wife was kneeling on the bed with her hands on the bed, her head lowered, her two snow-white breasts swaying back and forth with the rhythm of sex, her perfect figure fully exposed to Ah Shan. I had a premonition that tonight, my wife's cunt wouldn't belong to me alone.

Driven by lust, I gestured for Ah Shan to take off his clothes, and without a word, he stripped naked. Ah Shan's penis was just as impressive as mine, and it looked incredibly dark, with a thick layer of pubic hair that stretched all the way to his chest. His large cock stood erect, and he was masturbating himself; it was clear he'd been eagerly awaiting my wife's arrival.

My slutty wife was moaning and groaning as I fucked her, oblivious to the presence of someone nearby. I thrust my hips forward, my cock leaving her cunt; her juices had already soaked my penis and the sheets. My wife lay on the bed, calling out wantonly, "Husband, turn me over and fuck me again, okay?" I didn't speak then, but gestured to Ah Shan, telling him: You can fuck my wife now.

I got off the bed and sat on the sofa beside it. Ah Shan slipped onto the bed, his lust raging. He had long coveted my wife, and given the opportunity I offered, he couldn't wait, momentarily at a loss for how to enjoy this beauty.

He flipped my wife over, her two snow-white thighs spread wide, her entire vulva exposed before him. She kept saying, "Fuck me, husband, fuck me..." Completely unaware, her husband had already betrayed her; before her wanton vulva stood a Xinjiang man—Ah Shan.

Ah Shan couldn't resist any longer. He rubbed his large penis against the entrance of my wife's vagina a few times before thrusting it in. My wife was so wet that Ah Shan easily shoved his penis all the way in. Ah Shan was very rough, fucking his wife's cunt hard, but this bastard actually shouted, "Sister-in-law, your cunt feels so good!"

His wife was only half drunk, not completely drunk. Hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes and realized that the big cock in her cunt was Ah Shan's. Instinctively, she screamed, "Ah!" Then, with fear on her face, she began to struggle. But Ah Shan was on top of his wife, and with her legs spread so wide, she couldn't escape at all.

My wife became tense, uneasy, and panicked. She completely lost her usual seductive demeanor, and the lubrication in her vagina quickly dried up. She knew she had been raped, but she had no idea that there was someone else sitting in the dim light—her husband.

My wife cried, "Please, please let me go! No… I'll do anything you ask, just let me go!" Seeing my wife like this, I felt a pang of pity and wanted to stop Ah Shan, but if I did, my wife would know I had instigated him. My mind was a mess.

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

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

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

I knew his wife's body was slowly losing control. Despite her inherently wanton nature, she tried to keep her lips tightly closed; I knew she was trying to suppress her cries, but her heavy breathing betrayed her. Her breathing grew heavier, and finally, her lips parted, and she cried out, "Ah…!" But her head was still shaking violently, her hair disheveled, her body twisting and resisting, her hands still struggling.

"No...ah...it's not good if my husband sees this, please, Ah Shan, stop...ah..." At this moment, my wife's voice had become soft and sweet, and I could hear the "plop, plop" sounds of her genitals rubbing together coming from her vagina. I knew that my wife's vagina was starting to secrete vaginal fluid again.

The wanton wife cried out,

"Ah...no...um...please...ah...please...um...ah...um..." Slowly, her pleading turned into a slightly embarrassed moan: "Ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...please...stop...ah...ah...um...um...um..."

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

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

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

Ah Shan positioned his large penis against his wife's cunt. His wife, who had been constantly being penetrated, hadn't noticed that Ah Shan had a penis even larger than his own, and it was dark, looking both frightening and alluring. Already dripping with lustful fluids, his wife offered little resistance, simply staring at the massive cock.

Seeing her motionless, Ah Shan grabbed her waist and pressed down hard, completely uniting her cunt and his penis once more. This action pushed his penis deep inside her cunt, clearly visibly bulging her lower abdomen; the glans was likely reaching her cervix.

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

I knew this was the action my wife couldn't stand the most. Sure enough, her inner lust was being aroused little by little. "Ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah... um... ah..." Her soft resistance completely disappeared, replaced by shy moans.

Ashan continued thrusting his lower body, mockingly asking his slutty wife, "Sister-in-law, is it good?"

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

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

Slowly, my wife's body began to respond to Ashan's movements, and Ashan's waist gradually slowed. My wife became more proactive, skillfully twisting up and down on Ashan's body. Ashan completely stopped moving; it was now entirely my wife twisting, using her vagina to manipulate Ashan's penis.

Ah Shan watched his wife move her buttocks against him, his hands kneading her two snow-white breasts while he hurled insults at her: "Bitch, is it good? You slut, you whore, you whore, tell me, is it good?" His wife didn't answer, continuing to manipulate Ah Shan's penis with her vagina. All that could be heard were her moans and the sounds of her vagina rubbing against Ah Shan's lower abdomen.

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

His nervous wife didn't know what to say, awkwardly facing him. But, her lust raging, her inherently wanton nature still driving her to thrust her hips, swallowing and releasing Ah Shan's massive penis, all the while she moaned sweetly, "Husband... I... Oh... Ah... Husband... Please... Don't blame me... Please... Make Ah Shan stop..."

"Make Ah Shan stop? You slut, I clearly saw you raping Ah Shan!" I yelled, feigning anger. "You whore, you or Ah Shan? Who are you telling to stop?"

My wife, already aroused by Ah Shan's ministrations, couldn't stop her hips, still moaning, "Husband... I was wrong... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah ah... Ah... Hmm..." Her

penis pounded against her cunt, her head held high, her hips moving up and down frantically, oblivious to everything else. That's women for you, thirsty women; as long as they can have pleasure, they won't stop even if it kills them.

Ah Shan regained his strength and felt his wife's pussy getting tighter and tighter. He held his wife's waist again, and I stood by the bed, admiring his wife's lewd expression. His wife looked at me seductively and pitifully, and I smiled lewdly at her.

Ah Shan began to thrust into

his wife's pussy violently again

, 　　the frequency so fast that all I could hear was his wife uttering a series of

"Ah ...

"It feels so good... Husband, Brother Shan, fuck me with your big cock... Ah... It feels so good, I'm going to heaven... Ah... It feels so good... So good, so good... I'm a bitch, I'm a slut, I'm a whore, I want a big cock to fuck my cunt, I'm going to orgasm!"

Seeing my wife like this, I stood next to her, held her head, and put my big cock in her mouth. My wife held my thigh with one hand and sucked my big cock wildly.

Shan thrust faster and faster, seemingly about to ejaculate. At this moment, my wife's eyebrows furrowed, and I knew she was about to orgasm, so I took my cock out of her mouth and admired her orgasm.

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

With a long moan, my wife collapsed on the bed. My wife orgasmed, in front of her husband, by a net friend she had only known for a short time, and she was still moaning softly. Ah Shan ejaculated during his wife's orgasm, shooting a large amount of semen into her vagina. The semen flowed down her thighs and out of her vagina.

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

Ah Shan, completely satisfied, grabbed his wife again and made her bend over to give him oral sex, putting his limp penis entirely into her mouth. His wife looked at me as she sucked on Ah Shan's softened penis. Gradually, she stopped looking at me and began licking the penis that had just brought her to orgasm.

Facing the dark, protruding southern border, my wife couldn't resist, licking it with ecstasy; Ah Shan's hands were kneading my wife's large breasts, his penis slowly hardening again. I lay down next to Ah Shan, my two large penises erect in front of my wife, who immediately began licking my cock, both penises relentlessly thrusting into her lewd mouth.

This slut, just looking at her aroused me. I knelt behind my wife's ass, thrusting my large penis forward, facing her slutty cunt dripping with lust, holding her plump buttocks, and thrusting my large penis into her cunt in one go. My wife lay there like a bitch, her mouth filled with Ah Shan's penis, her cunt being fucked from behind.

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

I thrust into my wife's cunt and asked her, "Slut, which cock feels better to you, mine or Ah Shan's?"

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

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

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

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

My wife was being manipulated by Ah Shan and me like a widow who hadn't enjoyed a big cock in years, unwilling to let either of our cocks leave her body for even a moment. We had my wife turn around so Ah Shan could penetrate her, and she started licking my penis again. It was clear that my wife still preferred my penis more; after all, it was her husband, and my wife loved me very much.

We did it many times that night, and my wife had countless orgasms until 3 a.m. before we finally let her go. Ah Shan ejaculated three times, then ran out of energy, and I ejaculated four times. We ejaculated on my wife's face and inside her vagina. My wife's mouth and vagina were constantly being fucked by two big cocks all night.

When we went to sleep, I wanted my wife to lie on top of Ah Shan, and Ah Shan didn't hesitate to put his cock inside her vagina. My wife turned over, resting her head on my stomach, with my cock in her mouth, and we fell asleep like that.

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

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

On the bus, I noticed my wife wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt. After asking her, I learned that Ah Shan had taken her underwear while we were having sex in the restroom. Watching Ah Shan's semen flow down my wife's thighs and out of her vagina, I felt a mix of jealousy and excitement.

My wife still said sweetly, "Honey, don't let anyone else fuck my pussy in the future, okay? You're so naughty!" I laughed and gave my wife's pussy a hard squeeze. I knew this was just the beginning!

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