[An Incident Triggered by a Clothes Theft] (01-02) Author: huanxiang77

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"Honey, my clothes are missing again."
As soon as I got home from work, my wife Xing complained to me angrily again.
This was the third time Xing's underwear had been stolen this week. The first time it was missing, I thought
my wife had accidentally put it somewhere and couldn't find it, so I didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't
until the next day when she complained to me again that her underwear was missing, and it was my favorite light purple tight-fitting
lace underwear, that I began to realize that things might really be more complicated.
Because I sometimes see news about clothing thieves on the Internet, I immediately
told my wife my guess.
"Ah! No way, how can someone be so perverted as to steal other people's clothes?"
My wife was a little incredulous about my idea.
I secretly laughed at her for being too naive. Not to mention that the world is full of wonders, there are not only clothing thieves, but there are even girls
who specialize in selling their worn underwear and panties to certain enthusiasts to support themselves.
To avoid worrying my wife too much, I changed my story, saying I was just guessing and that the clothes might have been blown
away by the wind. Although she was still a little uneasy, this explanation was probably easier for her to accept. After
complaining a few more times, she went to take a shower.
But I was initially 90% convinced of my own suspicion that someone had stolen the clothes. Our neighborhood is considered
relatively upscale, with security cameras installed in the stairwells. If something happened at home, we could go to the property management office
to check the footage.
However, firstly, the balcony where clothes are dried is a private area, and there shouldn't be any cameras there.
Secondly, I couldn't think of a good excuse to go to the property management office to check the footage. I couldn't exactly tell them, "My wife's underwear
was stolen, I need to see the footage.
" If I did that, the whole neighborhood would probably know about us the next day, and I
couldn't bring myself to ask those slightly lecherous security guards.
Since we couldn't ask for help, we decided to solve the case ourselves and find the culprit. Thanks to
the rapid development of technology, previously expensive and inconvenient camera devices
can now be easily done with just a mobile phone with a camera.
However, after the second time the clothes went missing, my wife planned to stop drying her underwear outside on the balcony and just hang
them indoors to dry. This showed that she was still afraid that her underwear had indeed been stolen by some pervert. After all, my wife is a very simple woman 　　and not very
accepting of certain things . 　　But I, the sleeping detective, had just begun my mission, and I couldn't just give up. So 　　I repeatedly assured my wife that the clothes wouldn't be stolen again, which led to the third theft. 　　This time, I had secretly hidden a spare phone behind a flowerpot, with the camera pointed directly at the 　　clothes-drying balcony. 　　Because smartphones consume power quickly and have short standby times, I even bought an extra-long 　　power strip to charge the phone while filming. 　　Only after everything was arranged did I feel relieved enough to walk out the door and go to work, which led to my wife's second 　　complaint at the beginning. 　　"Don't worry, I was prepared. This time, I'll see if it's a person or a ghost." 　　My wife seemed a little confused by what I said; it seemed she hadn't yet discovered that I had secretly filmed her with my phone behind the flowerpot 　　. 　　"Honey, what are you talking about? What ghost or person? Don't scare me." 　　I was truly at a loss with my timid and naive wife. I was also afraid that she might actually see 　　some perverted man in the video, which would be terrible. My wife particularly dislikes men like that. If she knew that her underwear 　　had really been stolen by some creepy old man, even she, being so naive, would start to imagine what he had done with it. 　　And if all of this came true, my wife probably wouldn't buy me any new sexy lingerie for a while 　　, because that would bring back memories of the incident. My wife is a woman who values feelings. 　　So I tried to distract her: "With your husband here, even a ghost would be beaten to a pulp. 　　If it's a lecherous ghost, just take off your clothes and I guarantee he'll bleed to death." 　　My wife, hearing my increasingly absurd talk, shyly slapped me and scolded me a few times, her 　　previous gloom vanishing. I then coaxed her to go cook, saying I'd take care of the clothes. 　　After my wife went to the kitchen, I eagerly ran to the flowerpot against the wall and retrieved my 　　spare phone from that day. A message popped up on the screen: "Storage space full, please change storage directory." 　　I nervously realized I'd forgotten the crucial point: smartphones have 　　limited storage space and recording time. 　　I hoped I hadn't captured the culprit before the storage was full. 　　With this anxious feeling, I went to the study, found the previously recorded video, and watched it. 　　The camera begins showing the balcony and clothes drying on the clothes racks, including 　　the pink thong my wife had stolen. I had her wear it the night before so I could "enjoy" it, then washed it and hung it to dry 　　—the purpose, of course, was to lure out the culprit. You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub, but my wife just thought I was being impulsive 　　. 　　I glanced at the progress bar; it was only about twenty minutes long. I started to worry that if the thief had committed the crime that afternoon, 　　I'd be completely lost. 　　As the progress bar slowly slid to a little over three minutes, a 　　bamboo pole with a hook at one end appeared on screen. My spirits lifted; finally, it had appeared! 　　The bamboo pole skillfully weaved through the layers of clothing, as if it had eyes, and found the sexy 　　pink thong. With a deft hook and flick, it snagged the thong onto its hook. 　　At this point, based on the direction the bamboo pole was pointing, I was pretty sure I knew who the culprit was. Actually, 　　I had suspected from the beginning that it might have been my neighbor. 　　But then I thought, although these neighbors didn't interact with them much, they were all the kind of people who were serious and upright.

People who live in this neighborhood are likely to have basic manners and wouldn't commit
such a despicable act.
Besides, my apartment is in the middle, with people living on either side, which makes identifying the culprit even more difficult
.
But now, based on this video, I'm 100% certain that the thief really is the
family living to my right. They are a family of three: a husband, wife, and child. The man's name is Zhao Cheng, and he works for the government;
his wife works for a state-owned enterprise.
I never imagined that a family with such backgrounds would do something so low. I started to
hesitate. How should I handle this? Calling the police would be too embarrassing, even though I'm the victim.
It's not something I can easily talk about. But
if I stay silent and let him continue like this, as a man, I can't stand it.
Just as I was racking my brains over this, a clear "Fuck!" came from the video. Although
it was only two short words, I was certain it was a boy's voice, definitely not an adult's.
It felt like I'd been hit on the head. Only then did I realize that the clothes thief was actually that
little brat from Old Zhao's family, still in middle school.
I'd seen that kid a few times before; he was shy and didn't dare talk much when he saw people, but he was very handsome and charming
—the kind of guy people call a "little fresh meat" these days. So I had a pretty good impression of him.
My wife had even said a few times that she wished our future children were as good-looking as him.
I scoffed at that. What's so great about being fair-skinned and delicate like a girl? I didn't understand what women were thinking these days
.
If the clothes thief was that kid, things were even more complicated. How could I
solve this? I couldn't think of anything for the moment.
The video was already halfway through; there wasn't much left to watch. Feeling depressed, I left the room
. My wife had almost finished cooking.
"Honey, do you remember Old Zhao's son next door?"
I suddenly asked my wife during dinner.
My wife looked at me suspiciously and said, "I remember, that kid is so cute! I even remember his name is Zhao Yun
. It's a meaningful name, like Zhao Yun (a legendary Chinese hero). I once saw his mother with him, and I laughed, wondering if he'd
be a hero when he grew up. His expressions were so adorable, so cute! Honey, let's have a kid like that someday,
okay?"
As she spoke, her expression became increasingly animated, like a completely different person. You'd
think she was a lovesick elementary school student.
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, thinking, "If I told you that little brat was the one who stole your underwear,
I'd see if you'd still find him cute, or if you'd still want to have a son like that with me. Pshaw!"
Normally, if I heard my wife's evaluation of that little brat, I'd just let it go in one ear and out the other
in a couple of seconds. But now, I was almost certain that the little brat named Zhao Yun was
the culprit who stole my wife's underwear, and yet I was hearing my wife's praise of him. The anger and absurdity I felt were palpable
.
Even though I was still angry, I didn't directly tell her what I had just seen in the video.
"Oh! Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
I changed the subject, "Nothing, it's just that I happened to run into him on my way home from work today. The kid was
very polite to me,
so I thought I'd tell you." "Right? So, honey, how about I have a kid to play with soon?
Look how cute kids are!" I chuckled again at my wife's dreamy expression.
I'm not a big fan of children, but I'm not childless by choice. I just hope to enjoy our time as a couple with my wife
for a while longer, and we can postpone having children.
My wife seemed to remember something and suddenly asked me, "Honey, have you found that thief who stole my clothes?
I haven't slept well for days because of it."
Since I didn't have a good solution yet, I didn't plan
to tell my wife about the kid stealing my clothes, and just gave her a vague answer.
My wife was probably also annoyed by this, and only ate half a bowl of rice before she couldn't eat anymore.
The next day was Sunday. I got up very early, and looking at my wife who was still fast asleep, I smiled.
My little brother had worked hard all night to make sure she got a good night's sleep.
I was exhausted myself, but I still got up early, all for today's plan.
I had been thinking all night about how to solve the clothes-stealing incident.
Usually, my wife would get up and make breakfast for me, but this time I would buy breakfast for her, because this was
the beginning of my plan.
There was a breakfast shop near the neighborhood that sold all kinds of breakfasts: steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and pancakes. The
food was delicious, and the locals loved to eat there.
After waiting for a while, I finally saw my target. I quickly went up to him. "Xiao Yun,
up so early!"
When I saw the little boy in the tracksuit, I immediately recognized him as Old Zhao's son,
the little devil who stole my wife's underwear, Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun was clearly startled by my shout. When he turned around and saw me, he looked timid and weakly
greeted me, "Hello, Uncle Li." You'd never guess he was so audacious. Looking at
his terrified expression, I examined him closely. He was indeed fair-skinned and
clean-cut, with a good appearance.
I then put on a friendly demeanor and said, "You're out buying breakfast, aren't you?"
He nodded. I had encountered this kid buying breakfast alone a few times before,
and I had inwardly praised his family's good upbringing. So this "chance encounter" was actually part of my plan.
"Here, what do you want to eat? Uncle will buy it for you."
"No, no need, thank you, thank you, Uncle, really, no need."
Zhao Yun waved his hands repeatedly in refusal of my kindness.
I didn't listen to him. I casually ordered a few dishes to pack and forcefully shoved them into his hand.
"Thank you, thank you, Uncle. I... I'll give you the money."
I chuckled inwardly and said, "Uncle is only treating you to a few dollars' worth of breakfast. You won't be so poor you
won't have anything to eat later."
Zhao Yun smiled sheepishly and didn't insist on paying me. But in reality, I had a different thought: "You brat, 　　you stole
the underwear and panties I bought for my wife that cost thousands of dollars , and you care about a few dollars' worth of breakfast? Just wait and see how I deal with you later." 　　Seeing that Zhao Yun was about to head home, I quickly went up to him and pretended to walk home together. 　　I deliberately walked slowly so he wouldn't leave me behind. So, we ended up looking like an older 　　brother taking his younger brother out. 　　On the way, I casually asked Zhao Yun about his life at school. Sometimes, when the conversation turned to something interesting, I 　　'd jokingly recount my own school days. Although Zhao Yun's answers were always shy and 　　brief, I could feel the distance between us gradually closing. 　　Seeing that the time was right, I casually asked, "Your parents are going on another business trip in a few days, right? 　　Where will you eat?" 　　Because of the nature of Zhao Yun and his wife's work, they often had to travel for work every month, 　　usually both of them at the same time. They didn't have any other relatives or friends in the city, often leaving their 　　son, Zhao Yun, alone at home. 　　"I eat at school." " 　　The food at school isn't as good as at home, and I heard it's often made from leftovers. Back then, 　　the school cafeteria didn't even wash the mud off the vegetable leaves before cooking them for us." 　　Although I didn't know the specifics of the food at Zhao Yun's school cafeteria, I figured most school cafeterias in China were 　　similar. Zhao Yun just smiled and didn't say anything. 　　I quickly added, "Okay, then you can come to my house for dinner, and I'll have your Aunt Liu cook something delicious for 　　you." 　　Zhao Yun's face showed disbelief, and he quickly waved his hand to decline. 　　"What's the big deal? Don't be shy with your uncle. I'll tell your parents that eating 　　cafeteria food all the time will stunt your growth." 　　When I got home, my wife was already awake and getting ready. Seeing me return with breakfast, she 　　said happily, "You're being so good today! I thought you'd been somewhere. Let me see what delicious food you bought." 　　I thought to myself, "This is nothing. The 'delicious' stuff is yet to come, my silly 　　wife." 　　Up to this point, the plan was progressing as I had hoped. Around noon, I found an opportunity to "bump into" Old Zhao again, chatted with him for a bit, and casually 　　mentioned that 　　I had invited Zhao Yun to come to my house to take care of him . 　　Old Zhao was extremely grateful, saying that he and his wife were going on a long business trip in a few days and were worried about 　　how their son would manage without them at home for so long. He was also concerned that his son would 　　play games all day and neglect his studies. 　　Suddenly, I, a savior, appeared, and he was so moved he didn't know what to say. 　　So, they quickly agreed that Zhao Yun, the little devil, would come to my house for 　　meals after their business trip. 　　I seized the opportunity and said, "Why don't you just stay at my house? It'll be easier to keep an eye on his studies, and our houses are so 　　close, it'll be convenient to get him clothes." 　　"Isn't that inappropriate?" 　　"What's inappropriate? When my wife and I first arrived, didn't you and your sister-in-law take care of us 　　? It's settled then, let Xiao Yun stay at our house." 　　And that's how it was decided that Zhao Yun would stay at my house. 　　About four or five days later, Lao Zhao and his wife were also going on a business trip. They specifically told me before leaving in the morning 　　, and his wife went on and on about their son's habits and flaws. She kept going on 　　and on until Lao Zhao finally pulled her away. 　　Zhao Yun ate lunch at the school cafeteria; rushing home was too rushed and troublesome, so he would 　　come home for dinner—or more accurately, to my house. 　　"Little Yun, come in quickly! Is this your first time at Uncle's house?" As 　　soon as I heard the doorbell ring, I opened the door and saw Zhao Yun standing there with his schoolbag. 　　"Hello, Uncle." 　　As soon as I entered, my wife came running too: "Little Yun's here! Give Auntie your schoolbag. Are you tired? 　　Sit down, Auntie will get you a drink." 　　My wife treated Zhao Yun like her own son. She'd never been this enthusiastic when I came home. It's so 　　unfair! He's just a young man, and while I'm not young anymore, I'm still considered young too. 　　"You sit and watch TV for a while. There's a computer in the room; you can play on it yourself. Auntie will be cooking soon." 　　"Auntie, let me help you." 　　My wife smiled and said, "No, no, what kind of dishes can you make? Just cook for a bit." 　　I felt a huge pang of sadness. Why didn't she consider that I 　　was a man when she always asked me to cook? 　　Seeing Zhao Yun's hesitant and unsure whether to stand or sit, I chimed in, " 　　Why don't you let Xiao Yun lend a hand? Maybe he's quite capable." 　　My wife probably didn't expect me to let this little guest cook on his first visit. She gave 　　me a fierce glare, but her expression was undeniably charming. 　　"Oh no, my food is burning!" 　　My wife then remembered the food still cooking in the pot and ran back to the kitchen. I gave Zhao Yun a wink 　　, and the boy, sensing the opportunity, followed her in. 　　(2) 　　When I came out of the toilet, I was planning to play on the computer for a while, but then I remembered 　　Zhao Yun, who was still helping his wife in the kitchen. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. 　　If I hadn't seen that video, I would, of course, have the same feeling as most people when they first saw him.

So, this handsome and cute junior high student must be very well-behaved and kind, but his facade
is useless against me now.
I tiptoed into the kitchen and dining room, quietly peeking through the door. 　　Zhao Yun was helping to wash vegetables, looking quite diligent, while my wife was chopping scallions on the cutting board 　　, occasionally glancing back at him like he was her husband, 　　completely forgetting my presence
. 　　My wife usually enjoys watching Korean dramas and has a soft spot for the so-called handsome oppas in them, 　　which I never really paid much attention to. But now, a future oppa-level heartthrob has come to our home ! 　　These days, everyone's talking about developing handsome male gods, right? Just look at how popular that "Poop-scooping boy" thing is 　　. 　　"Does Xiao Yun help Mom cook at home too?" 　　Hearing the intimacy in my wife's voice, my heart ached. 　　"No, Mom doesn't really let me do these things. This is my first time cooking. Sister, 　　could you teach me later?" 　　Damn! My wife is at least a decade older than this guy, practically his aunt. He's got a silver tongue 　　! I really didn't expect this shy, timid boy to be so talkative in front of a woman 　　. Looks like he's been hiding his true abilities. 　　Sure enough, when my wife heard this handsome young man calling her "sister," even 　　the coldest heart would melt. 　　She smiled warmly at Zhao Yun and said, "So, Xiao Yun is interested in cooking. If you want to 　　learn, I'll definitely teach you. Boys who can cook will have lots of girls who like them." 　　"Brother, can you cook too?" 　　Zhao Yun suddenly blurted out. 　　"Brother? Oh! Hehe, that's Uncle. He's more than ten years older than you, not Brother at all. He's 　　incredibly lazy. He wouldn't help me if I didn't call him." 　　A million curses ran through my mind. My wife had clearly forgotten that she was almost the same age as me. 　　She could shamelessly let others call her Sister, while I became Uncle. And had she forgotten that 　　I'd been cooking for the past week, even though I volunteered? 　　It seemed my wife was trying to win over that brat Zhao Yun by selling out her real husband. As I started fantasizing 　　about showing her what she was capable of tonight in bed, letting her know who her rightful husband was, 　　Zhao Yun had already finished washing the vegetables in the basin. 　　"Sister, the vegetables are washed. What's next?" 　　"Wow, that's amazing! Xiaoyun is so great! Well, could you help me chop the vegetables?" 　　"Okay, how do I chop them?" 　　"Here, like this." 　　His wife then demonstrated, the sound of the knife striking the cutting board filling the air. 　　To be fair, his wife's cooking skills were quite good, but she was reluctant to go into the kitchen. Apparently, she believed that spending too 　　much time in the kitchen would turn even the most beautiful woman into a haggard housewife—a ridiculous theory she'd heard somewhere. 　　Seeing his wife's impressive knife skills, Zhao Yun was as if he'd discovered a new continent, his expression a 　　mixture of surprise and admiration. "Sister, you're so amazing! Even my mother isn't as good as you!" 　　Whether he was telling the truth or not, he had achieved his goal. From his wife's undisguised smile, he 　　knew she was very pleased with Zhao Yun's praise. 　　"Come on, Xiaoyun, try it too. Let me see if you have a talent for cooking." 　　Zhao Yun took the kitchen knife from his wife and stood in her previous spot, imitating her as she chopped vegetables. 　　"Yes, very good, just like that. You can cut it a little shorter. Use the back of your hand to brace the knife 　　so you won't cut yourself." 　　Once his wife got serious, she seemed to have a knack for it. In the end, she couldn't help but grab Zhao Yun's hand, wanting 　　to teach him the secrets of knife skills. 　　"Look, if you cut like this, isn't it faster and better?" 　　At this point, his wife was standing behind Zhao Yun, her hands like a primary school teacher teaching a child to write 　　, holding his hands in one hand, patiently and meticulously imparting the secrets in slow motion. 　　Although his wife kept explaining the key points and techniques to Zhao Yun during the teaching process, Zhao Yun 　　seemed absent-minded, only responding intermittently. And I, who was watching all of this from behind, 　　could naturally guess the problem. 　　A beautiful, well-built married woman personally instructing a hot-blooded middle school boy on how to cook—just her 　　breath warm against his ear would be enough to arouse him. And of course, I know my own wife; her 　　D-cup breasts are top-notch, firm and full. At such close range, there's no reason Zhao Yun would 　　n't feel it. 　　At this moment, I imagined Zhao Yun's thoughts were something like, "Heh heh, this silly woman 　　just came to my door after a few sweet words. Even prostitutes on the street aren't this shameless. Her cuckolded 　　husband is still sitting outside waiting for our food, not even knowing his wife is practically begging to be eaten 　　." 　　Just thinking about it made me furious, but at the same time, my lower body uncontrollably swelled 　　up. A twisted pleasure mingled with my anger; I hoped my wife would succumb to the devilish middle school 　　boy's clutches. But then I hesitated. 　　"So, did you learn it? Oh! Why is your face so red?" 　　"No, I, it's a little... the kitchen feels a bit stuffy." 　　Zhao Yun stammered, finally managing to come up with a plausible excuse. 　　"Oh. That's true. It's all your Uncle Li's fault. I told him to make the kitchen bigger during the renovation, but 　　he wouldn't listen. I always feel really stuffy when I'm cooking." 　　Zhao Yun calmed down during this break. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" 　　"No, that's all. Now we're going to stir-fry the vegetables. It'll be dangerous if the oil splatters. Xiao Yun, go sit and wait with your uncle. 　　It'll be ready soon."

Hearing this, I quickly and quietly returned to the living room, pretending to watch TV nonchalantly. Not long after,
my wife called us to dinner from the kitchen.
After showering, I sat on the bed playing on my tablet. Quite some time later, my wife
came into the room, drying her wet hair.
"How's it going? Is your little darling asleep?"
my wife asked curiously. "What little darling?"
"Who else could it be but Old Zhao's son? Judging from the way you were just now, isn't he your
little darling?"
"What? Ugh, what nonsense! His parents entrusted him to us, of course I have to treat him well
! Oh! I know, someone's jealous."
My wife looked at me playfully and with a hint of amusement.
"Hmph! Why would I be jealous of him?"
My wife seemed to have thought of something funny and suddenly couldn't help but laugh, her expression extremely ambiguous.
"What's so funny?"
"N-nothing, just laughing. What are you doing?"
My wife, having dried her hair, had already climbed into bed.
"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to 'fuck' you!"
Seeing her laughing and chatting with that brat Zhao Yun at the dinner table had been simmering me with pent-up anger
. I tossed the tablet aside, flipped her over, and pinned her beneath me, straddling
her waist.
"Ah! Oh, stop it! Xiao Yun isn't asleep yet, he'll hear us."
My wife placed her hands on my chest, slightly worried.
"What are you afraid of? It's only natural for a husband to fuck his wife. I want him to hear how his pretty sister is
being fucked by her uncle."
Hearing my blunt flirting, laced with slightly vulgar language, my wife seemed somewhat aroused. Although she still said
no, her body betrayed her.
Smelling the lingering scent of shower gel on my wife's body after her bath, my little bird had already transformed into
a roaring roc, eagerly awaiting its prey.
"It's so naughty, just like you, so incredibly naughty."
Knowing she couldn't escape her fate, my wife let loose, her delicate hand reaching down to precisely caress that
little brother she knew better than my parents.
"So, do you like it?"
I looked at my wife with a wicked grin.
My wife gave me a seductive look and said alluringly, "Well, that depends on how naughty it is."
Just that one sentence sent my good brother's fighting power soaring to its maximum, practically bursting out of my pants, I could
n't hold back any longer.
I quickly stripped my wife of her clothes, revealing her exquisite figure that would make any woman envious and any man incredibly hard
. Two bright red cherries stood proudly atop her snow-white breasts, and a large
hand immediately covered one of them, feeling the soft and elastic breast.
"Hey, my little grape is already so hard, honey, you're not being honest, are you? You've wanted it for a while now, haven't you?"
My wife didn't answer, she just gave me a coquettish look, and then hooked her legs around my waist and pulled me down hard
, the meaning was self-evident.
Actually, I've always felt that the most alluring thing about a woman isn't when she shouts "I want it, I want it," but
that coy, slightly weak expression, everything is unspoken, it's more stimulating to
a man's desire to conquer than any aphrodisiac.
At this point, what else is there to say, getting to work is the only way.
Accompanied by my wife's crisp moans, my penis fully entered her body, and after a little adjustment,
we started the most traditional missionary position.
I don't know if it's because I'm thinking about the middle school student in the next room who has designs on my wife and isn't
asleep yet, but I feel like I'm in superhuman condition tonight, wanting to push my penis as deep as possible into my wife's vagina every time
, hoping that my wife's moans can be heard through the partition to that brat Zhao Yun's ears.
Let him hear how I fucked that pretty neighbor girl he likes until she was in ecstasy, leaving him only able
to watch but not have her. That's a pretty strange kind of psychology, isn't it?
"Honey, slow down, slow down, it's going to break, it's going to break!"
My wife's words, meant to slow my thrusts, sounded more like a urging to thrust harder. At that
moment, I didn't care about her feelings; my own pleasure was the priority. The force and speed of my thrusts
didn't slow down at all; instead, it was as if I was defiant, desperately trying to push my penis in, each thrust deeper than the last.
Towards the end, my wife was speechless, unable to finish a sentence. And in this
intense thrusting, I gradually felt the prelude to ejaculation.
"Wife, I'm going to cum."
My wife didn't say anything, just silently contracted her vagina, gripping my penis tightly, as if yearning for
every last drop to be ejaculated inside her.
"Oh!"
Finally, with a long howl, my essence shot entirely into my wife's uterus. My penis
throbbed with each ejaculation, while my wife's vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, like a juicer
trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
I lay on the side, panting heavily, recovering my strength.
My wife, holding a tissue, wiped her genitals and cleaned the fluid off my penis. Suddenly, she laughed
and said, "So fast tonight! I haven't had enough yet."
I looked at her in surprise, glanced at the alarm clock beside me, and calculated that this battle had only
lasted about ten minutes. It was indeed short; I usually last about half an hour. This time, my performance was definitely
below par.
"Honey, want to do it again?"
Looking at my wife's slightly mischievous yet defiant gaze, how could I, a man, resist? We agreed
to continue later. I went out to wash up, but really, I wanted to take the opportunity to rest. After all, I'm not a young man anymore
; I don't recover as quickly.
As I came out of my room, I glanced at Zhao Yun's room next door and saw a crack under the door...
A sliver of light peeked through the cracks, and I thought to myself, "This kid's still playing games so late. Should I go and remind him?"
But then I thought, "When he was his age, didn't he also stay up all night playing games? We've all been there,
why make things difficult for the kid? "
The next morning, when I woke up, my wife was no longer beside me. My
back was still aching from last night's intense activity.
"Honey
, you're up so early?" "Early? Don't you see what time it is?"
I chuckled and hugged my wife from behind, pressing my already erect penis tightly against her
buttocks. My wife immediately became restless, her hips wriggling incessantly.
"Oh no! What if Xiaoyun sees this when he gets back? Let go of him quickly!"
I asked, "Huh! Where did he go?"
"He went to buy breakfast, of course. You're just like him, a lazy pig."
"Who said that? Last night, it was someone who kept telling me to keep moving while he just lay there enjoying himself. Otherwise, would I
have gotten up so late?"
My wife was immediately embarrassed. "Why do you say everything? It'll be so embarrassing if Xiaoyun hears you."
I thought to myself, when you were telling me to keep pushing myself last night, why didn't you think he might hear
? Now you're worried about your image in front of him. Women are truly unreasonable creatures.
After joking around for a while, I went to wash up and get dressed. Although it was Sunday, I had to go to the company tonight to complete a task because of work
. When Zhao Yun came back, I ate some breakfast and went out.
What should have been a peaceful day off was forced upon us employees by our vampire boss, forcing us to
come to work. Despite our constant complaints, we still had to work hard. In China, there's no shortage of manpower
; if you don't work, someone else will immediately take your place.
When I returned home with a terrible headache, I didn't see my
wife, who should usually be sitting on the sofa watching TV in the living room. But looking at the shoes by the door, she shouldn't have gone out.
I called out a few times, and after a while, my wife finally came out of Zhao Yun's room. As soon as she saw me,
she said warmly, "Honey, you're back! Honey, you've worked so hard!"
She then helped me take off my coat.
"You're unusually well-behaved today. I don't usually see you this obedient."
"No way, I'm always this virtuous, you never even noticed."
I ignored her and casually asked, "What were you doing just now? You weren't even watching TV. Your favorite oppa
is about to start his show."
My wife seemed startled and tried to appear calm as she replied, "I...I...I was helping Xiaoyun with his homework
. My husband is my most handsome oppa, I only need to look at you."
I wasn't really impressed by my wife's flattery and asked with amusement, "You're helping him with his homework
? Do you even know how to solve trigonometric functions?"
"I...I can teach him Chinese! Who says I can't? You think you can forget everything after reading it, you big dummy?"
After saying that, she seemed a little angry and ignored me, running off to watch a Korean drama. I could only shake my head.
That evening, my wife suddenly said to me, "Honey, I want to go to the gym, what do you say?"
My wife's figure is just as good as those young girls', and I was confused by her sudden suggestion to go to the gym
.
"Why would you need to work out? My wife has a perfect, standard model figure, tsk tsk tsk, very good."
My wife laughed and patted me. "You're so annoying, no way! Look at my waist, I have some flab."
As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her shirt and squeezed out the small, tender flesh on her waist that was hardly flab for me
to see.
"You don't need to work out, hey, as long as your husband helps you a few more times, you'll naturally lose weight."
It wasn't that I was stingy with the money for the gym, but
I was worried that my wife, a pretty girl who could be described as big-breasted and brainless, would be taken advantage of by those perverts at a gym frequented by lecherous men, and I
couldn't possibly go to the gym with her.
My wife understood the hidden meaning in my words and looked at me with a provocative gaze: "I don't know who it was that
kept saying he couldn't do it last night. I hadn't even gotten into it yet and he said next time."
Last night's battle had really made me lose face, but after a long day of work, I simply didn't have the energy to
launch another attack, so I could only pretend not to understand and silently look out the window.
Before I could retort, there was a knock on the door. "Sister, are you asleep?"
I recognized Zhao Yun's voice and looked at my wife with some confusion. She looked a little embarrassed but
still answered, "Not yet. What's wrong, Yun? Is there something you need?"
"I can't solve a few problems. Sister, could you help me?"
I was speechless. Could there really be such a studious student? I remember when I did my homework, I
would run to copy my classmates' work first thing the next morning, and my mom thought I was diligent.
My wife looked at me, thought for a moment, and replied, "Okay, I'll be right there. Wait a minute."
Zhao Yun responded from outside the door and went back to his room.
"It's so late, why are you still teaching him? We can teach him tomorrow. This kid is really something."
I looked at my wife with some concern.
My wife comforted me, "You're happy that the child wants to study? That's good. Okay, sweetie, I'll be
back in a bit."
With that, she put on a coat and went out.
I thought to myself, "This kid really knows how to pick his time, reading so late at night. 　　"
Suddenly, a question popped into my head: "Wait a minute, can't I just find out by searching online? Why would I need to call my wife over?" 　　This question triggered a flood of strange scenes I'd seen in movies, 　　and the fact that my wife had simply thrown on a coat and gone out made me start to think the worst 　　. Unable 　　to contain myself any longer, I quietly got up to investigate.

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