[Wife's Poison] Chapter Twelve - The Heartbreaking Phone Call

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12. A piercing phone call.
"Honey, you haven't called me 'little girl' in so long. From now on, you have to call me 'little girl.' I'll be your

good little darling." Mengchan suddenly looked like a little bunny, gazing at

me obediently with her red rabbit eyes.
"Little girl, you've always been my good little girl! I shouldn't have treated you like this. I'll treat you well from now on."

I held her hands even tighter.
"Honey, the pot's burnt. Wait a minute, I'll wash it first." Mengchan

struggled , wanting to cook me noodles again.
"Wife, I don't want noodles right now, I just want to eat you!" My large, fan-like hands covered Mengchan's high, firm

breasts, my fingers slightly tightening.
"Ah! Honey, you're so naughty. Actually, I really, really want to do 'that' with you too!" Mengchan blushed shyly,

but thrust her breasts even higher.
"Let's go upstairs now. I'll take a shower, and you can scrub my back." I released my grip and

then swept Mengchan's delicate body into my arms.
"Ah..." Mengchan screamed in fright, caught off guard. I guessed she no longer cared about her sister,

which was why she dared to scream like that. At that moment, all I wanted was to have a blissful reunion with my wife, so

I forgot about Mengjuan's presence.
In the bathroom, my wife and I were both naked. The cool pool water was so refreshing,

washing .
"Honey, turn around, I'll scrub your back." Mengchan's head was wrapped in a white towel, and her face, even whiter than

the towel, was slightly flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire. She seemed to be

aroused by my naked, muscular body.
I turned around as instructed, clasped my hands, and leaned over one end of the tub. I felt the cool shower gel being evenly applied to my back by a pair of

cool hands. Mengchan's hands were as gentle as if touching a work of art, or

as delicate as reshaping clay.
Suddenly, two fleshy mounds pressed against my back. They were like water-filled balloons, soft, bouncy, and smooth. Lubricated by

the shower gel,
they felt like they were skiing and dancing on my back. "Hey, this rag feels a little weird. I'll use this kind of rag to shower every day from now on," I

joked.
"You're so naughty! I'm using my breasts to massage you, and you treat them like rags? How heartless

!" Mengchan slapped my shiny buttocks and continued rubbing my back with her breasts.
"So comfortable! How did you think of this?" I asked curiously.
"You haven't talked to me for so long, so I secretly watched porn and learned it," Mengchan said shyly.
"Wife, I'll make it up to you later. Let's have a three-hundred-round battle today!" I said apologetically.
"Husband, can you... can you satisfy some... some perverted desires?" Mengchan rubbed her breasts even

harder, her voice slightly breathless, but filled with tension and anticipation.
"Hmm, as long as you don't call me that 'bitch' or anything like that anymore, it'll be fine." My scalp tingled;

my wife was already asking for a reward so quickly.
"Let's switch roles this time. I'll be the slave, and you'll be the master, okay?" Mengchan's desire

intensified as she spoke, her eyebrows arching slightly with excitement.
"Did you learn this from watching porn again?" I was taken aback. Wasn't my wife's interest sadomasochism? Why had

she changed her taste?
"Yeah, when I watch those movies, the woman is shamefully beaten and scolded by the man, and down there... down there,

I can't help ." Mengchan couldn't hide her shyness. In front of her husband, she was actually asking for masochism.

Was this something a girl should say?
"Okay, let's shower first." Seeing how excited my wife was, I couldn't bear to refuse her

.
In the bedroom, bright sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the snow-white Simmons mattress in every detail.

On the Roman column-shaped decorative table by the windowsill sat a bouquet of blooming flowers, their petals full and fresh, like a woman's skin.

A few pink roses were also placed horizontally on a high platform behind the bed. Their fragrance filled the room, creating a spring-like atmosphere. His
wife, Mengchan, wore a black, sheer lace nightgown, kneeling on the soft, plush carpet. The white

plush, glistening in the sunlight, reflected off her skin, making her appear even more radiant.
Mengchan was practically naked from the breasts up, as the high-waisted nightgown's ribbon only reached below

her breasts . Above her breasts, only a strip of butterfly-patterned lace hung around her neck like a scarf.

The narrow, transparent black ribbons, with their ends struggling to meet the ribbons over her steep breasts, were tied in a bow

to witness this momentous reunion.
Her firm breasts, unable to withstand the weight of the ribbons, spilled out from both sides. The heavy flesh of her breasts was far too much for the

frail ribbons to contain, and at the very peaks of the ribbons were two bright red nipples, barely visible.
Mengchan's lower body was covered only by a transparent silk cloth, which barely concealed her private parts, with a few stray hairs

stubbornly peeking out from the tight fabric.
Her eyes were bound with ribbons, yet her alluring gaze easily pierced through the sheer lace, fixed intently on me .

One of her jade-like fingers was twitching and sucking in her mouth, her playful pink tongue flicking out like a tongue flickering at the tip

of her slender finger. Her red lips parted, her finger extended and retracted, a seductive allure that ignited my burning desire.
"Father, please enjoy your daughter's lowly body. Your daughter is now completely open to you, please ravage her as you please!"

Mengchan's voice trembled slightly at the end, her captivating charm radiating outwards, an aura of debauchery

washing over me .
"Girl, I can't take it anymore, give it to me." I pounced on her like a hungry wolf, tearing off the unsightly ribbon covering her breasts. The

tender, smooth, and fragrant flesh was revealed. I grabbed one breast, stuffed it into my mouth, and gently bit and swallowed. It was truly delicious,

smooth, and sweetly fragrant.
"Oh, honey, don't rush me, that's not how you do it." Mengchan quickly pushed me away and straightened

her nightgown.
"How are you going to play? I can't wait." I was as impatient as a naive young boy just beginning to understand love.
"You have to tell me, 'You slut, lick my dick!' And if you're not satisfied, you have to hit me, pinch me, hurt

me. Then you have to forcefully insert it into my anus and slap my ass hard." Mengchan spoke with great conviction.
"You've been poisoned by porn! You're not allowed to watch that kind of filthy stuff anymore." The innocent wife turned...

" It's so vulgar, I felt uncomfortable."
"Honey, we're just playing around, it's okay. I can handle it. Didn't you promise me you'd listen to me from now on

? This feels really good, I really want to experience that painful pleasure, please listen to me, okay?"

Mengchan grabbed my hand, looking at me pitifully.
"Then I really will call you a slut, don't be angry." I was a little helpless; what kind of couple is this?
"Okay, call me whatever you want, the more vulgar the better." These lewd and vulgar words actually came from my

pure and innocent wife's mouth, and I instantly felt a surge of anger.
Fine, you want to be perverted, I'll show you how. How come I didn't realize you were such a despicable

thing ? I secretly hated my wife's impure thoughts, hated her lewd and seductive manner.

Will she cheat on me in the future? I felt a surge of resentment; you're a slut, you're a cheap whore.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Looking at my wife's seductive poses and listening to her lewd words, my anger

flared up like dry tinder.
"Slap!" I slapped Mengchan across the face, leaving five red finger marks.
Mengchan's eyes widened in fear. She covered her cheek,

looking at me with a wronged expression, tears welling in her eyes as if she were desperately trying to hold them back. She seemed unable to accept the master she had

orchestrated husband. She had thought he would gradually transform from a gentle man into a stimulating and perverse SM

character—that was what she wanted.
But this transformation was too rapid; she was trembling deeply.
"Husband, you…" Mengchan couldn't speak, her eyes still brimming with tears.
But the lingering seductiveness from before still acted like poison, and I, as if truly transforming into

a sadist, slapped her again. "You slut, what are you standing there for? You're so lowly, offering yourself up for me to abuse you

. Fine, I'll grant your wish. Now lick my cock!" A burning jealousy raged within me—yes,

jealousy . It was as if my wife had been cheating on me, and I'd caught her red-handed. My face was definitely pale;

I'd never been this angry before.
"Oh, okay. I'll lick it now." My wife quickly pulled out my engorged cock and took it into her mouth.
"Don't call me that. You have to call yourself your slut." Looking at my wife's submissive demeanor, my lust only

intensified, as if the cock she was licking wasn't mine, but that of one of her lovers.
"Cough…" Mengchan seemed to want to speak, but with my cock still in her mouth, she choked on her

saliva, quickly spitting it out and coughing.
"Damn, if you can't even do this right, you're fucking disgusting!" I pinched her nipple hard,

the rosy tip of her nipple dripping with moisture, its lewd appearance igniting a surge of jealousy within me.
"Ah, it hurts!" Mengchan cried out in pain, trying to shield herself from my arm, her face streaked with sweat, slightly

dampening her bangs.
Watching her suffer, I felt a surge of pleasure, a sense of satisfaction akin to punishing a cheating wife.
Mengchan's face was drained of color. She looked sadly at her beloved husband,

unable to comprehend how things had changed so quickly. Although she had willingly sought this humiliation, it seemed

this outcome she expected, something completely unexpected.
"Keep licking! You filthy thing, while I was away, did you seduce other men? Did you

cuckold me?" My fingernails dug deep into Mengchan's delicate breasts, her face

contorted .
"Husband, you've misunderstood, I didn't!" Mengchan looked utterly bewildered, but it

seemed like she was using all her strength to say those words, as if all her power was concentrated in her breasts. She

looked at her husband with pleading eyes.
"Didn't? If not, why are you dressed like this? If not, why would you say such vulgar things? And want me to fuck you

hard , to ravage you. Aren't I fulfilling your wish now?" I seemed like a different person, speaking

coldly.
"Husband, I just wanted to excite you more, to experience the pleasure in porn!" Mengchan

suddenly realized , she wanted to laugh but couldn't. Her man was actually

furious over such a baseless accusation, thus tampering with her sexual plans.
My mind suddenly cleared, and I couldn't believe what I had done.
I saw Mengchan's face was deathly pale, her delicate body trembling, her eyes red, tears welling up, rolling down her cheeks,

but she dared not let them fall. I gripped her firm, jade-like breasts tightly, deforming them from

the force . My hand recoiled as if electrocuted, and I stared at her, speechless.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Mengchan shook me, ignoring the pain.
What was wrong with me? This frail woman was your wife, and you were so heartless, committing such a

heinous act ? She just wanted to play a sex game like in Japanese films, but you got caught up in it yourself. You even fantasized

that she cheated on you, and then you just punished her? You're narrow-minded, you're

insane !
A voice called "conscience" whipped my heart, and I felt

a surge of fear.
Anguish, hatred, and remorse overwhelmed me, and my hand trembled slightly as I reached out to touch my wife Mengchan's

injured breast. Mengchan, having survived one ordeal, thought she was about to be plunged into another abyss of abuse, and involuntarily shrank back

.
My hand hesitated, but still gently reached out. Mengchan seemed resigned, closing her eyes and

slightly raising her breasts.
I gently cupped her scarred breasts, five finger marks etched into her snow-white skin,

leaving five deep nail marks that almost pierced the smooth, delicate skin. Purple and

red mingled, almost oozing blood.
I am a sinner, truly a sinner. I hurt Xunmei in Xunmei's hospital room, and

now hurt my wife too.
I gently ran my tongue over her scarred breasts, which

involuntarily . I didn't know how to atone for my sins; I was overwhelmed with grief, like losing a loved one,

burying my head deeply in my wife's breasts and weeping.
"Honey, why are you crying?" Mengchan was at a loss for words, and could only hug my back and

pat me gently.
"Wife, I'm a jerk. I shouldn't have done that to you." I looked up and met my wife's loving

gaze, then quickly looked away.
"Honey, you must have been too caught up in the moment. I don't blame you." My wife, Mengchan, gently wiped away my

tears and looked at me tenderly.
"Wife, I was really bewitched. I was just filled with rage and only wanted to vent it on you.

Now I regret it so much. Can you forgive me?" I lowered my head in shame.
"Honey, I forgive you. Look up at me." Mengchan gently lifted my head, her deep

affection purifying my heart.
We kissed, a deep kiss, a deep love. At that moment, I don't know if it was because of my

immense , or because of being moved, but the scales in my heart seemed to slowly tip towards her.
I deeply realized that the person before me was my rightful wife. Although she wasn't the most beautiful,

she was indispensable. Marriage is not just about love; it also includes family ties and responsibility. A man's masculine instincts can easily

lead him to be attracted to other women, so casual flings are common. But if a man cheats, it's

far more serious than mere philandering. Because it damages not just the relationship between two people, but the relationship between two families.
"Wife, I will never betray you again. I'll break up with Xunmei, and from now on, I will only love

you ." Although reluctant, I said these words firmly, as if in a moment of repentance.
"Husband, are you serious? Are you serious?" Mengchan was a little incredulous,

confirming .
"Yes, we'll go see her together tomorrow. I'll explain things to her in front of you. I can't treat

you like this anymore; you are my wife." I gently stroked her face, and her bright, jade-like face instantly

radiated joy. The joy welling up from the depths of her heart made her face look so beautiful.
"Honey, I'm so happy, so incredibly happy. I truly have you completely now." Mengchan's

joy was as radiant as the sun. She excitedly hugged me, kissing and nibbling, leaving my face wet with saliva.
"Wife, let's make love. Didn't you want to put it in your ass? I'll go downstairs to the bathroom and see if they have that

dildo. It looks like your mother's!" I whispered in my wife's ear, her ears already turning red.
"You're so naughty, you even know about my mother's vibrator." Mengchan whispered shyly in my ear.
I picked up my wife and gently placed her on the bed, her jade-like body lying prone, her curves fully exposed. I really

couldn't wait . I zipped up my pants and quickly opened the door.
Someone outside suddenly rushed into my arms. If I hadn't caught her, she would have almost fallen.

She heard everything we just did? The person in my arms was none other than my sister-in-law, Mengjuan.
"I...I'm sorry, I..." Mengjuan couldn't finish her sentence and hurriedly ran away.
I smiled helplessly and glanced back at Mengchan. She was a little unhappy, and the excitement on her face

subsided .
"Honey, don't be angry. She's still your sister," I comforted Mengchan, looking into her eyes.
"Okay, I know, honey, hurry up," Mengchan replied, her displeasure vanishing completely.
I searched every cabinet in the downstairs bathroom but couldn't find the dildo. Of course, how could my mother-in-law

have kept it here?
What could I use instead? I looked around. While searching in the kitchen, I found a long, thin cucumber,

its green skin covered with slightly raised bumps. Perfect for sex! I quickly washed it

repeatedly , and a tender green cucumber dildo was born.
Inserting this into my wife's delicate anus would definitely cause her excruciating pain. What could I use as lubricant?

Shower gel? No, too harsh on the skin. Skin cream? That didn't seem good either; what if it contained chemicals

? I should use something edible, but we didn't have any butter at home. Otherwise, butter would definitely be fine.
Just then, I looked up and saw the eggs on the shelf. Aha! I'm so clever! Using egg whites as

lubricant is both green and environmentally friendly.
Holding a cup of egg white liquid in my left hand and the cucumber in my right, I sneakily approached Mengchan,

waving my hands to show her.
Mengchan was a little confused, saying she couldn't see the dildo. I told her I couldn't find it, and then

explained the ingenious use of the two things in my hands.
Mengchan blushed and clenched her fists, hitting my shoulder. "Honey, you're so naughty! How could you think of that?" "

Haha , to give my wife ultimate pleasure, I have to use my brain and think hard, haha." I laughed heartily

. Then I took out the first-aid kit and retrieved an unopened medical syringe with the needle removed.
My wife Mengchan immediately understood. She obediently pulled her thin thong down to her knees, then lay

down with her back to me, sticking her buttocks out, spreading her buttocks apart with her hands, waiting for me to inject the egg liquid.
Mengchan's delicate anus was a vibrant pink, with fine chrysanthemum-like patterns distributed along the anal wall. The

pink chrysanthemum seemed shy, gently opening and closing.
Such a beautiful chrysanthemum made my mouth water involuntarily. I bent down and licked it with my tongue

—delicious!
Mengchan always kept her anus spot clean, knowing it was

a favorite spot of her husband.
Like a doctor, I first squeezed out a few air bubbles from the syringe, then inserted it into Mengchan's anus

, gently pushing the handle. The slightly viscous egg liquid was injected into her anus.
"Honey, it feels so strange, like you've ejaculated a lot of semen into me, but what you ejaculated was

warm, this is a bit cold," Mengchan said shyly, turning her head.
"Hehe, I'll put this cucumber into your anus next, see if it feels better than my penis."

I took the slender cucumber, smeared some egg liquid on it, and then gently squeezed one end into her anus.
"Honey, it's not as good as yours. This one's dead, yours's alive, there's no comparison

. But these little bumps on it are nice too," Mengchan said.
I watched the cucumber slowly sink into Mengchan's anus. I wondered how deep her rear end was. Ah,

a cucumber about 20 centimeters long could actually go all the way in! I could even see the tip of the cucumber facing me stretched open.

Mengchan's anus. The inner walls of her anus were deep red, like blood, and the flesh, moistened by the egg liquid, was pulsating slightly

.
A little egg liquid, squeezed out from deep within her anus by the cucumber, clung to this lewd opening. It was like a

shallow well , its bottom a tender green, its walls blood red, the amber-like spring water beckoning to the thirsty

man before him.
"Wife, your backside is so beautiful." With that, I covered her opening with my lips, drawing out the

viscous egg liquid. The distinctive fishy smell of eggs filled my nostrils, but I was unbearably excited.
"Husband, I feel like I need to poop, it feels so strange!" Mengchan's buttocks trembled slightly.
The "squeaking" sounds were incessant. Mengchan couldn't bear the tingling and itching; she strained her anus, and then the

cucumber slowly pushed out again. I quickly pushed it back in with my finger, and the egg liquid gushed out again with each thrust

—it was so much fun.
"Husband, I want it." Mengchan was already beyond arousal; her legs were wet with her juices. Mengchan's face flushed crimson as she became engrossed in her own pleasure. One hand kneaded
her uninjured breast, while the other probed and teased her vagina. 　　"Wife, I'm coming," I said, making Mengchan lie face down. Then I raised my restless member and thrust it into her already overflowing vagina. 　　Through the thin walls of flesh, I could feel the foreign object in Mengchan's anus. This was the second time I'd experienced this pleasure; the last time was when I was raping the Russian's wife. Three years had passed, and I had a wife of my own, but instead of a living penis, she had a cucumber in her anus—a tender green cucumber. 　　Bright sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, revealing my wife's beautiful back. She turned her head, looking at me with a shy smile, her eyes filled with enjoyment. 　　I lightly slapped her buttocks, and the cucumber was pushed halfway out, pressing against my lower abdomen. 　　"Ah!" Mengchan climaxed; her body trembled and went limp. 　　"Husband, it feels so good," Mengchan moaned loudly, my glans almost throbbing from the hot, wet vaginal fluid. 　　So I increased the force of my thrusts, slapping her fair, pink buttocks, like a snow pear or a melon. I controlled my strength perfectly; I wouldn't abuse my wife like a madwoman anymore, so the pressure was just right. 　　The unrestrained cries, panting, and the "slap, slap" of her buttocks grew increasingly rapid in the room. The man, like a knight, brandished his whip, slapping the mare's white buttocks again and again. The mare cried out even more they galloped freely in their territory, indulging in pleasure. With a sharp, delicate cry from the mare, the room fell silent for a moment, save for the knight's heavy breathing and the mare's barely audible moans. 　　That afternoon, Mengchan was in a very good mood. Hands on her hips, she watered the flowers, shaking her heels without a care for her image, occasionally glancing up at me in the gazebo and smiling. The flowers, bathed in sunlight and nourished by the sweet rain, were vibrant and fragrant. A gentle breeze stirred, and glistening water droplets rolled off the petals, like beauties emerging from a bath. But even their beauty paled in comparison to the woman beside them. 　　The wind gently teased her hair, and she, unable to bear the shy provocation, lightly tucked a strand of hair behind her delicate ear with her jade-like fingers. The wind, not content, increased its force, lifting her skirt. But it was too strong; the skirt could only sway slightly, yet the fleeting glimpse of a section of her snow-white leg was enough to satisfy it. 　　After watering the flowers, Mengchan skipped and jumped into my arms like a child. I gently stroked her hair, smoothing the wind-blown strands, and lovingly kissed her cheek. 　　Inadvertently, I saw a figure hidden behind the curtains of the second-floor balcony. I didn't disturb her, only glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. But I couldn't be intimate with Mengchan anymore. It was really awkward to be intimate . 　　That night, I sat on the bed with my wife, holding my phone. My wife, Mengchan, rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers gently tracing circles on my chest. 　　I hesitated whether to call Xunmei and ask her to meet tomorrow to clarify things in person. But I really couldn't bear to leave Xunmei. Xunmei loves me so deeply; how could I bear to abandon her? And I had already ; a promise is a promise. 　　I picked up the phone and dialed the number that Xunmei and I used separately. 　　"Honey, I miss you so much!" Before I could speak, Xunmei's sweet voice rang out from the other end of the line. 　　"I... let's meet tomorrow. At our usual lover's cafe." I tried to speak calmly . 　　"Honey, is something wrong?" Xunmei finally sensed something was wrong; her voice was a little anxious. 　　"It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about something. Let's meet at nine tomorrow morning. It's getting late, I'm going to sleep." With that, I hung up. 　　"Honey, are you really sure? You won't regret it?" Mengchan couldn't help but confirm my resolve again; the expectant look in her eyes was obvious. 　　"Yes, she and I are in the past. If I get entangled with her again, it would be unfair to you, and I'd be letting down our parents, and even more so, our daughter." I gently stroked my wife's hair, comforting her. 　　"Honey, I'm so glad you think that way. I'll love you even more from now on, and we'll never be apart." Mengchan said affectionately, her arms around me tightening. 　　The next morning at nine, at the Lover's Cafe. A few couples were sparsely seated inside. It was the May holiday, but very few couples came to the cafe this early. 　　When Mengchan and I entered hand in hand, Xunmei suddenly stood up, somewhat flustered. 　　Soft saxophone music was playing in the cafe, but it didn't calm . She looked at me with pleading eyes, then glanced furtively at my wife, Mengchan. 　　Mengchan smiled politely and said to Xunmei, "Long time no see." The two women then began chatting about girly topics, as if they weren't rivals but long-lost friends. 　　But I could tell Xunmei was somewhat uneasy. Her slender, smooth fingers held a small stainless steel spoon , stirring her coffee in circles. While talking to Mengchan, her eyes were constantly watching me.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, I coughed and said, "Xunmei, from now on I only want to

be with my wife." I took my wife's hand, which was resting on the table, in my left hand, my large hand holding her small one, the rings on

our ring fingers gleaming brightly.
Perhaps the dazzling metallic light stung Xunmei's eyes; she was like a vessel for water, and

large tears fell onto her large, swollen breasts,

soaking the front of her elegant lady's dress. I had bought her this dress with my paycheck; she had originally planned to wear it for me today.

What was supposed to be a beautiful date turned into a cruel breakup.
Xunmei's crystal-clear eyes stared blankly at our hands, without saying a word. She just stared at us

for a long, long time, then looked at Mengchan and me as if deeply humiliated, and said sadly yet resolutely, "I'm sorry,

I disturbed you." With that, she picked up her handbag, stood up, and strode quickly towards the door. Through the transparent

glass door, I saw Xunmei running, her hands seemingly wiping away tears from her face. Suddenly, she stopped, then crouched

down, burying her face in her hands. She was crouching on the road, cars swerving to avoid her.
My heart felt like it was with her; seeing her so reckless, I almost followed her out, but

I forced myself to sit back down.
Just then, Mengchan saw what was happening outside. She said, "Honey, why don't you go help her

up ?" Mengchan's words were like a spring being pulled from a wound clockwork, releasing all tension. I was about to stand up when

I saw Xunmei already standing and on the sidewalk.
"No need, she's already up," I said, a little dejected. I don't know how to

describe my feelings. I had thought Xunmei would cry and beg me not to leave her, or just sit there silently.

But she left. Was she really leaving me? Didn't she say that leaving me was no different than dying?
No matter who leaves whom, the earth will keep turning.
At that moment, I didn't feel heartache, but rather a profound sense of loss, an overwhelming sense of loss!
"Wife, let's go." I paid the bill, took Mengchan's hand, and walked out of the

coffee shop marked "Lover. "
That night, I foolishly dialed Xunmei's private phone number. The phone rang,

but no one answered.
In the bathroom, I looked at the mirror again. The man in the mirror was so shameless, so despicable.
Was this my face? I quickly splashed water on my face, the cold tap water clearing my head

.
What was the point of thinking about her anymore? This love should have ended three years ago. I opened the bathroom door and went

out.
"Wife, does your breast still hurt?" I looked at my wife with guilt.
"It still hurts a little. I wanted you to torture me, but if you ruined my breast, would you still like me

?" Mengchan gently cupped her injured breast, looking at me reproachfully.
"Wife, I'm sorry. Why don't you grab me too?" I took Mengchan's small hand and placed it

on my chest.
"How could I bear to hurt you? You're my husband, you know." Mengchan gently pinched my nipple,

applying slight pressure.
"Ouch, that hurts a little." Even with such light pressure, it hurt Mengchan; if I hurt her breasts like this,

wouldn't she be in even more pain?
"Wife, I'll cherish you from now on. Like a father cherishes his daughter!" I lovingly stroked

my wife Mengchan's head.
"Daddy, let's make love!" The desire in my wife Mengchan's eyes was rekindled.
"Wife, why do you like calling me Daddy? Do you have a father complex?" I asked curiously.
"Hmm, when I was little, I saw other people's fathers doting on their daughters, and I was so envious. But my own

father didn't care much about me, and once I accidentally saw them having sex, and he

beat me so badly. Sigh, that was the first time he ever hit me, it left a deep impression." Mengchan sighed

for a moment , a self-deprecating smile appearing on her lips as she thought of the past.
Had Mengchan witnessed something unusual about her parents? Perhaps her perverse hobbies stemmed from this

relationship.
"Wife, then I'll be your father from now on. You're my eldest daughter, and Zhenzhen is my youngest daughter."

I gently patted my wife's pretty bottom like a father, then kissed her forehead.
"Daddy, you're so good, I'll reward you by letting you eat my feet, okay?" Mengchan said,

hugging her thighs, then lifting her little feet, her delicate pink toes lightly touching my lips, parting

them, and pressing against my teeth.
I opened my mouth, enveloping Mengchan's toes in my mouth, then gently biting and licking them. The milky scent of her feet

was intoxicating ; her soft, plump toes were a delight to hold in my mouth.
I looked up at Mengchan, who watched me pamper her with satisfaction. Her face regained its haughty

queenly air, though she restrained herself from fully expressing it.
"Good daughter, Daddy can do whatever he wants to you. Don't hold back." This

time, I was going to satisfy Mengchan's perverse desires.
"Daddy, you won't hit me again, will you? I was terrified when you threw me into the bathtub last time." Mengchan was like

a cat that had stolen some fish, wanting to eat but afraid of being caught.
"No, even if you call me a lowly dog, I'll accept it." I was like a fish on a chopping board, letting my wife

Mengchan do as she pleased.
"I won't do anything you don't like anymore. I'll give you a nickname,

how about 'Lowly Daddy'?" My wife Mengchan's eyes lit up, and I had a new nickname.
"Okay, whatever you want. Now, please, my respected daughter, pamper your lowly daddy as you please." I knelt on the plush

carpet, humbly raising my head.
"Okay, you slutty daddy, I want to see your asshole. Turn around," Mengchan commanded.
I turned and lay down, sticking my butt out, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Mengchan spat on my anus, gently massaging it with a slender finger, then

quietly inserted it.
"Hehe, slutty daddy, isn't it great? Seeing you men play with our women's anuses makes me

want try playing with men's anuses too. Of course, I don't like other men, only my husband's anus, I like..."

"Happy." Mengchan pulled out her finger and actually kissed my anus, then inserted it again.
I actually felt a kind of prostate pleasure, as if I was enjoying the feeling of being penetrated. Ugh, how perverted, I'm

becoming perverted now.
"You bastard, are you enjoying it now?" Mengchan forcefully pushed her finger deep into my anus,

scraping the tight anal walls with her finger. My penis actually became excited and stood up, hitting my lower abdomen with a "smack".
"It feels good, so good. Daughter, you're making me feel so good." My voice was trembling.
"Smack!" With a crisp sound, my wife's jade hand slapped my big buttocks.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, I actually cried out.
"Hehe, husband, you usually slap my buttocks, so my feeling should be similar to yours now. You should

experience it too." Mengchan said, and then she slapped my buttocks hard repeatedly, the "smack smack" sound

was incessant .
"Daughter, can you give me a handjob? Spanking my ass while you give me a handjob, I think it'll get me more

excited." I turned to my wife a little embarrassed.
"Ah, you perverted daddy! But since you're so obedient, I'll generously satisfy you this

once." Mengchan stretched out a hand, spat on it, and then gently

encircled , stroking it back and forth.
Under the double pressure, I quickly reached orgasm, spraying streams of strong-smelling semen onto the carpet. Mengchan

pulled me to my feet, then squatted down, took my glans into her mouth, and then gently stroked it again with her hand. My remaining

semen sprayed out again, the liquid all getting into my wife's mouth.
Mengchan stood up with a grin, my semen still clinging to her chin, the white, cloudy liquid

dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She flicked her pink tongue, taking all the liquid into her mouth.
Mengchan gestured for me to open my mouth; her mouth, still clearly filled with my semen, was about to kiss me.
My scalp tingled, and my heart pounded. I had just said I would obey her every whim, and now

I was truly trapped in my own web.
I slightly opened my mouth, looking at my wife with a hint of fear. Her luscious lips held my filthy

fluid. I couldn't bear to kiss her like this.
Her lips drew closer, closer, finally pressing against mine. I felt like I was being sodomized, my lips wanted to

pull away, but I didn't want to upset my wife, so I didn't cooperate with her tongue.
But the fluid still slipped into my mouth, and she began to swirl the semen inside with her little tongue, as if

a child had discovered a new game.
I tried to transfer the fluid from my mouth back to my wife, but she quickly returned it,

and so on, producing more and more saliva until we both choked on both semen and saliva.
I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom, desperately trying to vomit, but nothing came out. I quickly grabbed

my toothbrush and brushed my teeth three times.
"Hehe! Honey, how was it? Your own semen tasted pretty good, right?" Mengchan was

overjoyed .
"Wife, don't do this kind of thing again. It's really perverted. I'll just eat yours, it doesn't matter if you eat mine

or not , just don't make me eat your own." I was really scared.
"Hehe! I'm only happy if you taste it once. But I won't do it again. Seeing you so uncomfortable, I

can't bear it." Mengchan leaned against the bathroom door and teased.
"Wife, you haven't had your fun yet, have you? Let's go make love now." I hugged my wife's delicate body and we got into

bed together.
Summer nights are never peaceful, and crickets chirped incessantly. In the room, Mengchan's chirping sounded

even more beautiful and melodious.
The May holiday ended quickly. During the holiday, Mengchan and I were incredibly affectionate, wishing it

were just we could make love wherever we wanted. But with my sister-in-law at home, it was really inconvenient. My sister-in-law, Mengjuan,

was in a low mood, and I caught her secretly watching us being intimate several times. I was thinking about

discussing about helping her sister find a boyfriend.
But the holiday ended quickly, and work got busy as usual. The thought of discussing Mengjuan with Mengchan was

forgotten. However, the sweetness between Mengchan and me never faded. Sometimes, Mengchan would

bring me lunch, even though her cooking wasn't very good. But my wife's kindness touched

everyone at the company, even my boss, He Jing, praised her highly.
Two months later, shortly after I got home from work, the phone rang shrilly. I picked it up and

saw it was Xunmei's special number. What did she want? I felt a mix of anticipation

and reluctance. Mengchan and I were doing well; I didn't want this call to

disrupt our peaceful marriage.
I didn't answer, and the ringing stopped.
But immediately, it rang again, this time urgently, even more shrill. Finally, I

couldn't resist answered.
(To be continued)

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