Deer antler wine isn't something you drink for nothing.

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Although we've been married for over three years, every time I see her beautiful, well-proportioned figure, I still feel like my nose is about to bleed. For the past three years, she's maintained her figure through daily aerobics, so her body hasn't changed;

in fact, it's become even more perfect. Because she rarely goes out except to her own home, and even when she has to go out, she never stays in the sun for more than ten minutes, her skin is always a beautiful, baby-like white with a rosy glow.

Her breasts are still as firm and full as a young girl's, and her vagina is still as tender, pink, and juicy as a virgin's. Strangers would never believe she's been married for over three years, and acquaintances would laugh at me for wasting my time. But in reality, I've been working very hard, and she possesses a rare treasure. Despite being ravaged by so many men, it hasn't loosened in the slightest; it remains as tight as a virgin's. Perhaps a woman as beautiful as her was destined by heaven not to be mine alone.

The second step is to get her used to wearing more revealing clothing.

I need to first dismantle some of her more conservative clothes. And I couldn't let her know, because I know a little sewing, so this wouldn't be difficult for me. I secretly picked off the loose threads of the clothes. That way, whenever she wore these clothes and walked around, they would naturally tear from time to time. If they tore at home, it wouldn't be so bad, but if they tore on the street, it would definitely attract the attention of passersby.

Sure enough, as I expected, the clothes tore one by one. It was just that she rarely went out, and these clothes were all torn while wearing them at home. Even so, she still wanted me to go shopping with her because she didn't have many clothes left to wear after the clothes were torn. I took the opportunity to persuade her to buy some sexy and trendy clothes.

Today, my wife was wearing a light blue short dress. Since it's April and the weather is a bit warm, my wife was only wearing a bra and panties underneath, nothing else. Bras come in thin and thick versions, and since I had hidden all her thick bras and large panties beforehand, my wife was wearing a thin bra and a sexy pair of panties today. Since her dress was thin, I could feel the warmth and curves of her body as she leaned against me on the escalator.

Just then, I noticed a group of young men behind us, their eyes glued to my wife's skirt. From their angle, they must have been able to see right under her skirt. Today, she was wearing tiny white panties, revealing her pubic hair and only covering about a third of her buttocks. Given the high transparency of the white fabric, I'm sure those young men saw a great deal clearly.

We browsed the clothing stores on the fourth floor for a while. She bought several outfits, all quite sexy and trendy, which I was very happy with. She liked them too, and in my excitement, I suggested we go on a trip. She readily agreed, and without further ado, we went home to make some preparations and then set off in the car.

I made a few phone calls first. One was to the company's deputy manager, asking him to ask for a few days off for me. Another was to call my former comrade-in-arms, Turtle. He lives in Pingtung City, and our destination this time was Kenting, so naturally we would go to his house to catch up.

After my wife came home, she changed into a white shirt and pink skirt that she had just bought, and then we set off together. This outfit cost me 4,500 yuan! The fabric is nice, but the most convincing reason for me to buy it was that the shirt collar was very low; when my wife tried it on, her breasts were half-exposed. Also, it only had three small buttons. The buttons were spaced far apart, so there was a high chance of exposure if you weren't careful. The skirt was made of nylon and, although it reached the knees, it wasn't a tight skirt; the hem was wide and could easily be blown up by the wind. Because nylon fabric is slightly transparent in the sun, if you didn't wear a slip underneath, the shape of your underwear would be completely visible. My wife bought a skirt without a slip, so even though it cost me 4,500 yuan, I didn't feel bad.

After driving for more than four hours, we finally arrived in Pingtung. I called Turtle again to contact him, and with his directions, we arrived at his house smoothly. His house is located in Hexing Village, near Pingtung Airport, which is quite suburban and has very good air quality. However, because it's near the airport, the noise from planes taking off and landing is quite loud. My wife had never seen planes take off and land so close before, so she was very excited. The sight of planes taking off and landing at dusk was actually quite beautiful, almost like a painting, which explains why my wife liked it so much.

Turtle came out to greet us and take us to his house, but his eyes kept glancing at my wife. It's understandable; my wife is so beautiful, and it was his first time meeting her—of course he'd take a good look. I brought my wife to see him partly to show off, and partly because he hadn't attended my wedding, so I wanted to take this opportunity to get a good deal out of him.

Thankfully, he was considerate enough to have prepared a lavish meal for us. Only he and his father were home. His father, a simple and hospitable man in his fifties, looked very old, with a wrinkled face, dark-skinned, thin, and small—a complete resemblance to his son, Turtle, who was tall and big, like a wrestler.

Turtle's family raised deer. His father gave us a bottle of deer antler wine, ate a bowl of rice, and then left the table to watch TV. Because we hadn't seen each other for four or five years, Turtle and I talked a lot. My wife sat beside us listening to our banter. The deer antler wine was quite strong; I noticed my wife's face had turned red, and her eyes were hazy—she was probably drunk.

Turtle noticed my wife's intoxication and told me to help her to her room on the third floor to rest, as she was already having trouble walking. I was also feeling a bit weak from drinking quite a bit of deer antler wine, and having to help her up to the third floor by myself was really exhausting. Turtle's father went ahead to open the door for us. Because the stairs were narrow, three people couldn't squeeze in at the same time, so Turtle stayed behind to protect us, constantly telling me to be careful. We finally made it to the second floor, and I was so tired that I collapsed onto the floor, while my wife also collapsed onto me.

At this moment, Turtle came over and, without saying a word, picked up my wife. I saw his hand reach from behind her back to the front to grab her breasts, and then lift her off me, even though my wife was still completely drunk.

After she picked up my wife, she immediately switched to supporting her, pulling her left hand to her left shoulder with her left hand and holding her right waist with her right, then helping her up to the third floor. Since my wife wasn't pressing down on me, I could easily get up and follow behind them.

It was then that I realized I could see my wife's underwear under her skirt from behind. When the turtle was holding my wife's waist with his right hand, he had to pull her up a bit to prevent her from slipping, and her skirt was almost pulled up to her buttocks. Naturally, her underwear was clearly visible to those following behind. The underwear my wife was wearing today had somehow shrunk to the size of a thong, and now not only could you see her entire buttocks, but even part of her labia was visible, not to mention her pubic hair, which was almost half exposed. Thinking that I had also helped my wife up to the second floor in the same position, and the turtle was walking right behind me, in my current spot, he must have seen this scene under my wife's skirt just like I did.

When we got to the third floor, Turtle helped my wife to bed and laid her down. He turned to me and said, "You two look tired. Get some rest. I'll take you out to play tomorrow. By the way, I'll be sleeping in the next room tonight. Call me if you need anything. The toilet is on the second or first floor. The second-floor room has a bathroom; you can shower there if you want." I nodded and replied, "I know. You must be tired after working all day. Go and rest! Don't worry about us!"

After he left, I looked around and realized the bed was on the left side of the room. Next to the bed was a large window. If I opened the curtains, I could see the building across the street. Because the street was narrow, as long as the windows of the building across the street weren't closed, the interiors were completely visible, and naturally, they could also clearly see us.

The turtle was sleeping next door, separated only by a thin wooden plank. Because it was so old, the plank was riddled with holes, one or two of which had pierced through to the other side. Though small, I could still see through them. The turtle seemed to be going to take a bath.

When he left, the door wasn't closed properly, leaving a large gap. Through this gap, I saw him going downstairs. Then I looked back at my wife, who was fast asleep, and a wicked thought crossed my mind. I reached out and unbuttoned her clothes, then unhooked her bra. Since it was a strapless, front-clasp style, it was easy to unhook, and her breasts were immediately exposed. I then reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Now my wife was almost completely naked. After undressing her, I lay down on the other side of the bed, pretending to be asleep. I thought that when the turtle finished his bath and returned to the room, he would definitely pass by our door and see my wife almost naked. Then there would be a good show to watch.

Sure enough, not long after, Turtle came upstairs after his bath. I heard footsteps and stopped at the door. He called me a few times, pretending to check if I was asleep. I pretended not to hear and continued to pretend to be asleep. Then, after a long, long time, there was no movement. I opened my eyes slightly and saw that Turtle had been standing by the bed with his eyes wide open, staring at my wife's naked body.

Later, I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, and I knew that Turtle had taken out his penis. My wife had asked me earlier why Turtle was called Turtle, and I just smiled and didn't answer her. She didn't ask again. His nickname actually comes from his exceptionally long and large penis, which is twice the size and length of mine.

Just then, I heard my wife make a soft moan. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Turtle sucking on my wife's nipple with his mouth and pinching the other nipple with his hand. His other hand had already reached under her skirt to touch my wife's vulva. My wife seemed to have been woken up by him and was resisting the turtle's invasion with her hands, but perhaps because she was still under the influence of alcohol and afraid of waking me, her resistance quickly stopped. She then whispered to the turtle: "No—no—ah—I'm your friend's wife—you—don't—ah—be gentle—it hurts—ah—it will wake me—my—husband—ah—" The turtle replied: "Then let's go to my room." Without giving my wife a chance to answer, he picked her up and walked to the next room. After hearing the door close, I got up a while later and peered through a hole in the wall. By this time, the turtle had taken off his clothes and was on top of my wife, kissing, touching, and rubbing her. I could see that my wife's beautiful breasts were being squeezed out of shape, her skirt had already been taken off and thrown on the ground, and her left leg was raised high, her vulva completely open. I could see her pink labia minora. He kissed, touched, and rubbed his way down to his wife's vulva.

[Her pubic hair is golden! How can she have such a beautiful hole! So rare! So rare!] The turtle praised his wife's vulva while licking her labia with his tongue, then gently biting her clitoris with his teeth. His wife trembled slightly, uttering lewd words:

[Ah…gently…ah…ah…um…um…ah…no…ah…don't bite…ah. Ah…um…um…faster…faster…ah…again…again…into…ah…um…] His wife moaned and twisted her body, as if cooperating with the turtle's movements.

At this moment, the turtle turned around and he and his wife were in a 69 position. The turtle placed his penis on his wife's mouth, and his wife actually opened her mouth and took it in, even stroking it with her hand. This really startled me. It turned out that his wife had been conquered by the turtle. Under his wife's sucking, the turtle's penis became bigger and longer than before, and his wife's mouth could no longer take it all in, so she had to lick his glans with her tongue. On the other end, the turtle was licking his wife's anus with his tongue while digging into his wife's vagina with his fingers.

While licking the turtle's penis, his wife was making some lewd noises:

"[Ah...faster...it's so itchy...yes...more...inside...ah yes...so good...um...um um...I want...give...give...me...ah...um...ah...give me...]"

The turtle then stood up and walked between his wife's legs. His wife had automatically spread her beautiful legs wide, exposing her vulva. The position was really lewd.

I only intended to expose my wife, but I unexpectedly witnessed her wanton side. The feeling was unbearable—a mix of heat, sourness, and bitterness. My head spun. I don't remember what happened next, how the turtle inserted his huge penis into my wife's vagina. I only vaguely heard my wife scream, followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the turtle and my wife whispering lewd words. I've forgotten what they were saying. I only remember that when I came to my senses, I saw my wife and the turtle thrusting in and out of each other in various positions. The turtle was penetrating my wife's vagina. I was genuinely worried that the turtle's huge penis would tear her vagina, but it turned out I was overthinking it. Later, I went back to bed, lay down, and drifted off to sleep.

[The End]

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