wife who drinks together

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

As Wang Youzi folded her parasol and stepped into the spacious reception area, the cool, dry air instantly soothed her. After explaining her purpose to the security guard, she sat down on a nearby sofa. Her eyes quickly and warily glanced at the counter and then at the door. After confirming no one was watching, she quickly pulled open her collar, puffed out her cheeks, and exhaled deeply. Her ample breasts, confined within her bra, were exposed in the sweltering heat, her cleavage, which she was usually so proud of, becoming a conduit for moisture.

However, her seemingly cautious actions resulted in an unfortunate accident of exposure. Wang Youzi failed to notice the hidden surveillance cameras throughout the modern access control system, and her exposed cleavage had already been captured by the security personnel.

After a while, a burly middle-aged man in a security uniform approached her. He smiled at her from three or four steps away, and Wang Youzi politely stood up and nodded in greeting.

"Youzi, it's so hot, there's no need to go to all that trouble. We're all family here. Just let me know, and I'll take Atong to pick up the car after work."

"Oh! How could I? Your commute is so far, I feel bad for inconveniencing you."

"Don't be so formal. Atong and I have only worked together for a few months, but we hit it off immediately, calling each other 'brother' all the time. This little thing is nothing."

The man speaking with such a righteous air was her husband's colleague, Yang Jiming. She heard he came from a military family, with all his family members holding important positions in the military. After retiring from the army a few years ago, he started working for this company. Her husband had received a lot of help from him when he first arrived. Naturally, Wang Youzi felt a sense of goodwill towards such a kind person.

Since he treated her husband like a brother, she knew that continuing with formalities would seem too distant.

"With Brother Yang taking care of my husband, I feel at ease. My husband is great in every way except he's very forgetful. Oh, speaking of which..."

She took out a bunch of keys from her purse and continued, "Look, I didn't bring the house keys or the car keys with me. I told him this morning that I had dance class and would be back late. How can I manage without these?"

Yang Jiming laughed heartily and handed her his hand forward. "Sigh, Ah Tong is really... Here, I'll take them. He's on duty right now and it's inconvenient for him. I'll put them in his pocket myself later. Ah... Speaking of which, I'll let you know in advance that after work I'll go with him to pick up the car and then have a few drinks at the seafood restaurant at the alley entrance... Don't worry, it's just for a bit of comfort. You won't refuse your older brother, will you?"

"Uh... If that's what you say, Brother Yang, then of course it's no problem, but..."

Before Wang Youzi could finish speaking, he silently took the keys and put them in his pocket, not giving her a chance to object.

"Don't worry, it's just a few drinks, it's nothing! But, what kind of dance did you say you were practicing?"

"To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I've been unemployed for so long that I've inevitably gained weight, so I signed up for a belly dancing class. I'm pretty bad at it, but I'm just doing it as exercise to lose some weight. I was just afraid you'd laugh at me."

Yang Jiming looked her up and down carefully, but then

looked at her suspiciously: "You have such a slender figure and a curvaceous figure, why would you need to lose weight? You're probably just killing time, right?" His flattery was subtle and skillful, but Wang Youzi found it very pleasing: "Brother Yang, saying that makes me want to dig a hole and jump into it!"

Yang Jiming suddenly glanced at his watch, then smiled and said: "Oh dear! We got so caught up in our conversation that I forgot it's working hours, sorry..."

"Ah, that's terrible, then I won't bother you any longer. Please take the key."

After saying goodbye, Wang Youzi turned and left. Yang Jiming stood there, his eyes fixed on her round, swaying buttocks with ill intent, muttering to himself, "That's really something..."

His hand slowly caressed the keys in his pocket, his tongue unconsciously tracing a path across his lips.

"Your husband must have done something really good in his past life to have a wife like that. Everyone envies him. Heh... it would be a shame not to taste this meat..."

Immediately, the image of Wang Youzi's naked body flashed into his mind, her large breasts swaying and beckoning him. He couldn't help but imagine that such a woman's private parts must be full and plump, and the sensation of a penis roaming inside her would be heaven on earth. However, imagination is ultimately just a fleeting shadow; the more he did it, the more tormented he became.

Yang Jiming had been secretly observing this couple for some time, and the longer he spent with them, the stronger these wicked thoughts grew, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. Through prolonged, indirect questioning, he discovered that Wang Youzi's husband, Lin Wantong, was not the type to be a tough guy. Not only did he lack principles, but he was also a prime example of someone who was henpecked. While Wang Youzi seemed capable, judging from the various signs that she frequently revealed her contempt for her husband, it was clear that the two were a mismatched couple. They had different interests, and even different personalities and values. Based on his extensive life experience, he estimated that the couple had probably only had sex a handful of times. The truth behind this situation intrigued him greatly.

He smirked and began to

ponder in his heart. After a while, he turned and walked back to the monitoring room. Yang Jiming entered the monitoring room and immediately closed the door. He plopped down in front of the monitoring computer and expertly reviewed the surveillance footage he had just saved. He paused on the moment Wang Youzi pulled open her collar, staring intently at the deep cleavage accentuated by her beautiful breasts. This sight made his penis gradually awaken.

"Those breasts must feel so soft and comfortable to touch. Lin Wantong must have rubbed them all over the place, right?"

Thinking of this, jealousy and resentment grew.

"No… marrying him is like a beautiful flower with cow dung! Tsk, if I could strip her naked and take advantage of her… I'd die happy…"

He muttered as he carefully saved this hard-won image, but his swollen lower body made him uncomfortable. Just then, Lin Wantong pushed open the door and entered: "Brother Yang, what's wrong with your face…? It looks terrible."

"I was fine before, it's all your wife's fault."

Seeing an opportunity, Yang Jiming went along with it, shaking his head and blaming him.

"Youzi? She was just here? What did she say that made you…?"

Yang Jiming pointed to the chair in front of him and beckoned, "Come, sit down and let's talk…"

Lin Wantong sat down, puzzled. Then Yang Jiming asked, "How long have you two been married?"

"Counting… this year is the sixth year."

"Six years already, how come you haven't had a child?"

Faced with this question, A-Tong hesitated. The cunning Yang Jiming, of course, saw through the ruse, but he remained calm and feigned regret: "Oh dear, no matter how busy work is, a husband and wife have responsibilities, and carrying on the family line is a matter of course. Otherwise, how can we explain it to your parents?"

"Uh...it's not like that. Sigh, Brother Yang, you don't understand. I have a reason for this." Yang Jiming patted his shoulder, acting like an older brother. "Atong, I've always treated you like a little brother. What can't we talk about?"

Lin Wantong sighed, hesitated for a moment, but finally answered Yang Jiming's question: "Alright, let's just treat this as a casual chat between brothers. Let's not tell anyone after we leave this room." "Of course."

Yang Jiming patted his chest to assure him. Lin Wantong paused, then began to explain: "I married Youzi..." "We dated for three years. When I was young, I didn't know anything. What man wouldn't love her figure? We never used protection during our intimate moments. We didn't have much money then, and I was afraid her family wouldn't accept it, so she had several abortions. This repeated abuse eventually made her infertile. Sigh… I only married her to be responsible for her." Yang Jiming's eyes lit up. These two were practically husband and wife in name only. No matter how harmonious their sex life was, it couldn't compensate for their inability to conceive. Marriage can be long or short. Long marriages inevitably lead to a dull and tasteless end, while short ones often end in abandonment. Especially in a childless marriage, such a relationship is like walking a tightrope. Unless…

"So...your parents know about your infertility?"

"At first, I kept it from them, but the truth can't stay hidden forever. Now they're incredibly disappointed, and they even tried to force us to divorce."

"What does your wife think?"

"Youzi can't forgive my parents, and in the end, we're completely estranged. Brother Yang, you don't know...I'm afraid you'll laugh if I tell you, but I feel so miserable if I don't..."

Ah Tong sighed helplessly, then continued, "Marrying a woman of that beauty should be every man's dream, but do you know she won't let me touch her now? You can imagine the resentment she feels, and me..."

Yang Jiming interrupted, "You can't stand a marriage without passion, right?"

Lin Wantong nodded with a bitter smile, "That's about it."

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Jiming asked tentatively, "When you need it, do you only have yourself..." "You're here? I mean, brother... how miserable must your little brother be?"

Lin Wantong scratched his head sheepishly and said, "There's nothing I can do, sigh..."

Yang Jiming put his arm around his shoulder and whispered affectionately in his ear, "Your wife has some mental issues, you need to find a way to help her. A couple like this for too long will get sick from all the stress. Youzi is human too, everyone has needs. Aren't you afraid she'll cheat on you later? You might even have an affair yourself, and it wouldn't be honorable if the marriage ended."

This alarmist talk really hit Lin Wantong like a ton of bricks. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and asked urgently, "This... brother, do you have a solution?"

"There is a way... but... sigh, never mind, I'm afraid you'll think I'm a pervert if I say it's illogical." "We're brothers, you're just speaking your mind for me, why would I make a fuss?"

Yang Jiming hesitated for a moment before saying, "If... cough, I mean if, your wife were to sleep with another man right in front of you, how would you feel?"

To everyone's surprise, Lin Wantong straightened his back, his eyes widened in disbelief, and Yang Jiming continued to fan the flames: "What kind of expression is that? I'm not kidding, this is a matter of principle..." "That makes sense. She only sleeps with you. It's a different story with other people. Sex needs different stimuli to create. As long as you agree, it's not considered infidelity. If you can rekindle this ice queen's interest in sex, wouldn't that be a good thing for you?"

Lin Wantong had a strong opinion on this. His wife was having an affair, and he was just a spectator. He felt like he was at a disadvantage. But Yang Jiming didn't seem to be joking when he said this. He couldn't help but ask, "How do you know this will work?"

"You think you're the only one with a wife? What part of my wife haven't I touched? Now, when we come home, it's like a monk and a nun, each going their own way, so boring."

He said this while glancing at Lin Wantong, knowing he'd have to put in some effort. So he continued, "I've thought about making some changes. Even a night of passion is worth a hundred days of kindness, and the rest of our lives are long. Who wants to live like this?"

"So you have this kind of trouble too, brother? Haha, every family has its own problems."

"I'm different from you. I have a bowl of plain porridge while you have a string of sausages hanging around your neck. It's painful to look but not to eat!"

Lin Wantong's guard gradually lowered as he found his description amusing, and he casually replied, "Haha...that's true, but other people's wives are always better. Why don't we switch?"

Lin Wantong had fallen into his trap. This was exactly what Yang Jiming wanted: a promise that had become real. "Alright, whoever goes back on their word is a fool. A real man's word is his bond."

"This... Brother, you... are you serious?"

Yang Jiming glared at him and asked, "Oh... you think my wife is bland? Women of a certain age are much more skilled in bed than you, young man."

Lin Wantong suddenly felt like he was being forced into a corner and didn't know how to refuse, but men can't hide their curiosity about other men's wives in bed. He asked timidly, "How is your wife in bed?"

Yang Jiming chuckled inwardly, even though the guy wasn't fooled. He then said casually, "My wife is really good at playing the flute... tsk tsk, just kidding. Look at those two plump lips of hers, oh... when she puts your thing in her mouth, her tongue is licking around your penis..."

As he vividly described it, Lin Wantong couldn't help but picture Yang's wife's sexy and full lips. He had only seen her twice, the first time when he visited her home for the New Year, and the most recent time when he was drinking in her living room after work.

Although Yang Jiming's wife was thirty-eight, she wasn't as unattractive as Yang Jiming had described. She naturally exuded the charm of a mature woman, a quality usually found in middle-aged women. However, Yang's wife had good skin and took good care of herself. Although her belly was slightly protruding, her figure was still incredibly alluring, revealing an extra layer of seductive charm, a stark contrast to Wang Youzi.

Lin Wantong had never imagined that he could have a sexual encounter with the "sister-in-law" he spoke of, especially through her husband's recommendation. Thinking about this, and then about his wife at home, who was as cold as a wall, it would be self-deception not to be tempted. In a daze, he was already distracted, while Yang Jiming continued to ramble on: "Not many men can last long with that feeling. They'll be out of it in no time. Besides, my wife, after my training, can easily handle all kinds of positions. Otherwise, do you think it's a blessing from heaven that she still has this figure at almost forty? It's just that her husband's stamina is declining. It's pitiful for her to abstain from sex at her age, when she's like a wolf in sheep's clothing. To be honest, I'm only thinking of her. If it weren't someone I trust, she wouldn't even be able to taste this meat!"

Lin Wantong said in a tone almost like he was talking to himself, "What if my sister-in-law objects?"

Yang Jiming knew that he had reached Lin Wantong's last line of defense. He only needed to gently exert his strength to succeed. He was delighted, but said unhurriedly, "Do you think I'm not worried? I'm not an expert in this area, but as long as we both agree, there's a way."

****************************************** After work, the two got into Yang Jiming's car and headed straight to the maintenance shop. After Lin Wantong picked up the car, they went to Yang's house. Yang Jiming lived on the sixth floor of a nine-story apartment building. After parking the car in the basement, the two went to a noodle stall at the alley entrance to buy some white rice and side dishes, and ordered a few stir-fries. Yang Jiming then told Lin Wantong to buy a few bottles of wine, while he slipped into a key shop to secretly make a copy of the key Wang Youzi had given him. He then waited for Lin Wantong in front of the building.

He was extremely pleased with himself for finally putting his plan into action. Lin Wantong's unexpected and swift fall into his trap was like divine intervention. What followed was the most anticipated moment, one that would make him chuckle even in the middle of the night.

With a smile still lingering on his face, Lin Wantong appeared carrying several bottles of wine. Looking at him, Lin Wantong's mind raced with thoughts: "I'll soon be able to eat Wang Youzi, the woman I've been longing for. Just thinking about taking her clothes off is enough to make me want to shoot him. I can't wait!"

The two went up to the sixth floor. Yang Jiming nudged Lin Wantong's arm with his elbow and whispered, "Don't forget, the meal is one thing, the wine is the main event. You're here tonight to thank me for my hospitality. My wife can't hold her liquor; a few drinks and she's done. It's easy for her. Remember, being too nervous will ruin things."

Just as he rang the doorbell, Li Yingmei answered. Lin Wantong stood behind Yang Jiming, casting a burning gaze at his sister-in-law. It was the first time he'd ever felt like looking at someone's wife with such lust. Li Yingmei wore a white round-neck top and a black knee-length skirt. Her legs were shapely and shapely; perhaps harboring ulterior motives, she looked exceptionally alluring tonight.

He didn't know how he got into the living room, but when he came to, the three of them were already sitting around the dining table.

"It's rare to see you like this. I don't know what brought you here. It's been several months since I last saw you."

Li Yingmei smiled and acted like a proper hostess. Yang Jiming saw that Lin Wantong was staring at his wife's breasts with his eyes wide open, so he quickly kicked lightly under the table as a warning.

Lin Wantong was startled and withdrew his ill-intentioned gaze. Only then did he remember his mission, and he quickly raised his glass to offer a toast: "Sister-in-law, you're too kind. I'm really sorry to bother you with your usual care, brother. Tonight, let me offer this glass to you both as a token of my gratitude. I'll drink first."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the glass in one gulp. Li Yingmei was slightly surprised, while Yang Jiming pretended to be polite: "Oh, what's with the formalities between brothers? Seeing your hospitality, how can we, husband and wife, be so formal? Come on, bottoms up!" Since

her husband had said so, Li Yingmei had no choice but to drink as well, but she couldn't help but think that her husband had probably forgotten that she had a very low alcohol tolerance.

After a few drinks, Li Yingmei's cheeks were flushed. Lin Wantong stared intently at her face, his mind racing with uncertainty: "Sister-in-law looks especially beautiful tonight. I wonder if my brother and I's plan is reliable. What if she..."

Lin Wantong hesitated for a moment, but Li Yingmei, after a few drinks, changed her previous composure and generously raised her glass: "Come on, this glass is for you, uh... for you... this... may all your wishes come true! Come on!"

Before she finished speaking, Li Yingmei downed it in one gulp. "Hehe, look at you, staring at me like that. Do you want me to feed you?"

These words snapped Lin Wantong out of his reverie. He realized his lapse in composure and quickly downed his drink as an apology. Yang Jiming observed all of this. He knew perfectly well that his wife would become even more unrestrained after a few more drinks. So, he intensified his drinking offensive. One bottle was quickly emptied, and by the time the second bottle was served, Li Yingmei was already feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Her stomach was churning uncomfortably, yet she forced a smile.

"Ugh, this wine is getting stronger and stronger, it's making me so hot,"

Yang Jiming said as he took off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body. At the same time, he winked at Lin Wantong, who didn't hesitate and did the same.

Li Yingmei was naturally familiar with her husband's body, but not Lin Wantong's. She caught a glimpse of his strong chest and broad shoulders, and her already slightly tipsy consciousness became even more hazy. A wave of heat was unbearable, and disregarding the presence of other men, she casually unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt to relieve her discomfort.

As her clothes were unbuttoned, Li Yingmei's alluring cleavage became clearly visible. Lin Wantong swallowed hard, oblivious to his impulsive gaze lingering on his sister-in-law's deep breasts, his lower body unconsciously stirring.

"Atong, don't you see how my wife is after drinking?"

"Uh...yes...yes..."

"Haven't you noticed? Look, her complexion is much rosier, her eyes are more alluring, and even her hair seems darker."

"Atong's right here, what nonsense are you spouting..."

Yang Jiming seized the opportunity to elaborate. Lin Wantong, of course, understood the implication; Li Yingmei's ample breasts had already aroused his desire, and after a few drinks, he had become bolder.

"It really seems so. Sister-in-law was always a beauty, and now that you mention it, she really does look different."

Lin Wantong's flattery pleased Li Yingmei. Men saying inappropriate things at the dinner table was just for entertainment, and with the alcohol on her side, she seemed to have no reason to spoil the fun, so she didn't respond. But she didn't expect her husband to become more and more explicit.

"Hey, that's just the surface. What you ca

n't see is even more exciting." Yang Jiming spoke without restraint, his hands gesturing to his chest, and he kept winking at his wife. Li Yingmei's already flushed cheeks turned even redder, and she felt ashamed. Just as she was about to stop him, the two continued, "Brother Yang, you mean..."

"Of course, it's her fair and round breasts under her clothes! Look, that cleavage... tsk tsk..."

The more vulgar the words used, the more aphrodisiac they seemed to have. Yang Jiming was clearly a master at it.

"Don't talk nonsense when you've had too much to drink. Atong is an honest man, don't corrupt him!"

Li Yingmei lightly patted Yang Jiming's thigh, but didn't show any displeasure.

"I'm innocent! My dear wife..."

Seeing this, Yang Jiming added fuel to the fire, putting his arm around her shoulder and saying, "I was just praising you, I wasn't talking nonsense, look..."

Unexpectedly, her husband's large hand grabbed and climbed onto her breast, giving it a few squeezes: "Atong, look, isn't it very bouncy? It's no less than a young girl's, isn't it?"

Her husband's sudden action made Li Yingmei's body tremble involuntarily, but she also felt a little ticklish, and couldn't help but giggle, raising her hand to push away her husband's restless hand: "Hehe, don't be so handsy, it's not good for outsiders to see." "Excuse me. How disgusting!"

This string of explicit flirting between the couple made Lin Wantong's crotch burn with urges. Without thinking, he blurted out, "Sister-in-law's breasts are so tempting, I just want to feast my eyes on them. With a wife like that, I truly envy Brother Yang."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he'd spoken the truth and was annoyed at the awkwardness. Unexpectedly, Li Yingmei, instead of being angry, spoke with a hint of drunkenness and flirtatiousness, "Oh...husband, do you think our Atong has finally figured things out? He just said he wanted to touch my breasts. Am I fortunate enough to have that honor?"

"Hehe, would you let him touch you? If he gets hooked, he might take off your underwear next, and I won't know."

"Hmph! You two are clearly lecherous..."

Li Yingmei's drunkenness deepened, and she immediately forgot the proper boundaries of a sister-in-law. She didn't care at all about the lewd conversation between the two of them, and even raised her glass to Lin Wantong and said coquettishly, "Come on, sister-in-law, have a drink... you have three. If I pass out after you finish, I, this old ghost, will pretend I don't know anything!"

Lin Wantong was overjoyed and quickly finished three glasses of wine, ready to close the deal. Unexpectedly, Li Yingmei didn't touch a drop of wine, staring at the empty glass in front of him, and said with a slight frown, "I'm going to die, are you serious?"

Lin Wantong's lust was aroused, and he didn't care about right or wrong. He used a retreat to smooth things over for her: "It's okay if sister-in-law doesn't drink, just pretend it never happened."

"Yeah! My dear wife, what if you get so drunk you die after this drink? As the older brother, I can't possibly say no! The risk is too high, let's put the bet on hold."

"Oh, you two... seem so sure I'll have to pay for this one?"

Li Yingmei stubbornly finished the drink, slamming the glass down on the table with a crisp "bang": "Hey... I did drink it..."

The two men were both delighted and disappointed.

Then she reached under the table with both hands, groping awkwardly for a while. Lin Wantong and Yang Jiming exchanged glances, unsure of Li Yingmei's intentions. Then she held up a pair of black silk panties in one hand and swayed, saying, "But as for the panties... I took them off myself. Sister-in-law, there's nothing under your skirt now!"

She tossed them aside, the panties landing squarely on Lin Wantong's face. Yang Jiming never expected his wife to be able to hold her liquor this long, let alone do this. He was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

Lin Wantong slowly removed the "gift" from his face, openly inhaling the unique scent of Li Yingmei's private parts from her panties. Under the influence of alcohol, he leaned his chair closer to Li Yingmei and whispered in her ear, "Sister-in-law, you smell so good down there!"

Li Yingmei felt the short rush of air into her ear, feeling both unbearably itchy and intensely stimulated. The last vestige of clarity in her mind vanished. Completely forgetting her husband sitting next door, she passionately pressed her cheek against Lin Wantong's and whispered, "You greedy..."

Seeing that his wife was already in a daze and that he was almost done, Yang Jiming winked at Lin Wantong and said, "Wife, I think you're drunk. How about we have Atong help you to your room to rest?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yingmei laughed at Lin Wantong, "Heh...you naughty thing, look at me, your husband, about to hand my wife over to someone else to play with. Should I nod or say no?"

"What are you talking about? I just think you're drunk."

Li Yingmei didn't even glance at Yang Jiming, continuing to speak to herself, "Let me tell you... when this deadbeat was young, all he did was... mess around with that kind of thing, but now that he's older, he won't even touch me..."

As she spoke, she picked up Lin Wantong's hand and placed it on her chest without hesitation, muttering, "Look, I'm only thirty-eight... do you think these breasts are inferior to your old hag's? No... I don't know what this deadbeat is complaining about?"

Lin Wantong seized the opportunity, squeezing Li Yingmei's ample breasts with his fingers; they were indeed soft yet firm, irresistible to touch.

Just as Yang Jiming was about to say something, Li Yingmei whispered in Lin Wantong's ear, and then the two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Now look what's happened! You forget your husband as soon as you see a man, and you call me bad? Ah Tong, you be the judge."

"Brother, sister-in-law is drunk..."

"Nonsense, I'm perfectly sober... Ouch... just a little headache..."

"Sister-in-law, let me help you to your room to rest!"

"Heh, you really want to drive me crazy?"

She laughed, her breasts jiggling.

Yang Jiming, seeing an opportunity, went along with it: "Look at you, so seductive. Do you really want him to take you right here? Fine, a gentleman helps others achieve their goals. I want to see if you have the guts."

He reached out to take off her skirt. Li Yingmei smiled coquettishly, momentarily forgetting her drunkenness, and tried to get up to dodge, but forgot she was too drunk. She lost her senses and fell backward. Lin Wantong, not knowing where he got the courage, grabbed her tightly and pressed his lips to hers.

Li Yingmei let out a soft moan, whether out of helplessness or unwillingness, and stuck out her tongue to entangle with him. Lin Wantong, consumed by lust, lost all reason, his hands roughly caressing her breasts. Yang Jiming teased from the side, "Well, well! What a pair of adulterers! Kissing another man in front of your husband, are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Whether sobering up or experiencing a pang of conscience, Li Yingmei suddenly pushed Lin Wantong away, struggling to escape his embrace, stammering, "He...he seduced me, it was just...just a kiss...I didn't let him..."

At this point, Lin Wantong suddenly became savage, recklessly and effortlessly pinning Li Yingmei to the table from behind. He then impatiently lifted her skirt, revealing her round, plump buttocks, and the dishes on the table flipped over. The pile of clothes was messy, and her face was covered in oil and soup, making her look quite disheveled. Yang Jiming felt a pang of resentment seeing his wife being treated so unkindly by another man. He regretted letting the wolf into the house, thinking bitterly, "Fine! You'll see how I fuck your wife!"

Just as Lin Wantong unzipped his pants and was about to ejaculate, he heard Li Yingmei's lewd words: "Look at you... so impatient. You've already flipped up her skirt, and you don't even know to lick her vulva first. Even if you're going to put your penis in my hole, don't ejaculate inside... my husband will be unhappy."

Hearing her say this, Lin Wantong remembered Yang Jiming watching from the side. His erect penis was just about to press against his wife's vulva, and he was caught in an awkward situation, unsure whether to go in or not.

Although Yang Jiming was full of wicked thoughts, this was the first time he had ever witnessed his wife being pinned down with her bare buttocks exposed. To say he felt no reluctance or resentment would be against his conscience. But when he thought of Wang Youzi's body, he steeled his heart, gritted his teeth, and nodded to Lin Wantong. Having received his approval, he had no more worries. Lin Wantong opened his bloodshot eyes wide, stared at the beautiful buttocks in front of him, lightly grasped his penis with one hand, confirmed the position, took a deep breath, and lowered his waist. His dark, veiny penis suddenly and accurately thrust into Li Yingmei's vagina.

Li Yingmei immediately cried out, "Ah...you really put it in..."

Fueled by alcohol, Lin Wantong thrust wildly, their bodies quickly joining and separating with a "slap slap" sound. Yang Jiming, seeing his wife's buttocks and breasts undulating under another man's lewdness, felt an unbelievable excitement welling up inside him. He didn't even know how to describe the feeling. In his daze, he heard Li Yingmei repeatedly moan, "Husband...husband, who's fucking me? Ah...ah...it feels so good..."

The woman before him, both familiar and unfamiliar, wore a look of pain yet also pleasure, a wanton expression. Faced with this out-of-control scene, Yang Jiming couldn't help but recall when he first met Li Yingmei. She was only twenty-five years old then. Although she wasn't stunningly beautiful, she was certainly quite attractive. They married late, and he didn't marry her until she was thirty. Whether it was fate or destiny, they had no children in the past eight years. Perhaps for this reason, Li Yingmei, nearing forty, was still charming and alluring.

"Oh...oh...so deep...so deep..."

He watched his wife's mature and alluring body overflow with sexual excitement, while Lin Wantong, drenched in sweat, vigorously pushed and pulled, their live sex act filling him with excitement but also a sense of indescribable loneliness.

"Sister-in-law...I didn't expect you to be so tight...so slippery down there...like a well...it's melting my dick..."

"Ah...I'm going to die...so lewd...it's so full inside...harder..."

Hearing Li Yingmei's seductive arousal, Lin Wantong put on an even more energetic performance, the dining table already creaking under the strain. Like parched land receiving rain, coupled with the stimulation of having sex with another man in front of her husband, Li Yingmei was filled again and again. She could almost feel the shape of Lin Wantong's hard penis, the protruding edge of the glans scraping against her sensitive flesh walls with the speed, constantly surging with a painful yet pleasurable sensation.

"Good man... good Ah Tong... it's so itchy... it's so itchy there..."

Her body told her that her vagina needed a tight feeling, but when Lin Wantong thrust in and satisfied her, it was a soul-stirring, bone-melting destruction, followed by an endless emptiness, and then the cycle of wanting to be violated again.

Yang Jiming, on the other hand, became a silent and superfluous husband, but he was not surprised to be attracted by the boundless lust of the two, and unconsciously took out his penis and danced with the waves alone.

"Ah Tong, hurry up and fuck this slut hard for me, damn it, what a slutty woman to the bone! I'll just sit here and watch the show today!"

"Husband, husband... save me... I'm about to be fucked to death by him..."

Unexpectedly, Lin Wantong suddenly stopped, and Li Yingmei's vagina was instantly empty. She turned around and begged, "No... don't stop... please, please move!"

Lin Wantong swept the table with a wave of his hand and then turned her around and spread her legs, finally having the opportunity to examine his sister-in-law's private parts. Although Li Yingmei's genitals, ravaged by him, were already red and wet, her pubic hair was neatly arranged, and although her labia were brown, her vulva was still tender and full. If it weren't for her usual meticulous care of her genitals, Yang Jiming's statement that he and his wife hadn't done it in a long time wouldn't be untrue.

"That look of yours...it's so embarrassing! Don't look...hurry! I can't hold back...I want you inside..."

He finally gave her his pleasure, and after a fierce struggle, his penis showed no sign of yielding, still swollen and full of Li Yingmei's soft private parts.

"Ah...coming..."

Li Yingmei's legs, clad in high heels, were placed high on Lin Wantong's shoulders, swaying incessantly with their piston-like movements. This position allowed Lin Wantong to penetrate even deeper, each time his penis hitting the very depths of her flower. Before long, Li Yingmei's hair was disheveled, she had become a slave to sex, falling into a depraved hell and seemingly sinking endlessly.

Lin Wantong was also nearing his climax, his hips twisting and turning more frequently. Aside from the heightened senses, his eyes were only on Li Yingmei's wildly bouncing breasts. But soon, she would become his private, exquisite vessel.

"Ah... Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law..."

His waist stiffened, Lin Wantong's face contorted in pain. Li Yingmei realized something was wrong and frantically twisted her hips, crying out, "No... don't... pull it out quickly..."

But it was too late. The hot semen gushed straight into Li Yingmei's convulsing vagina.

Lin Wantong, though exhausted, was satisfied and collapsed weakly onto Li Yingmei's half-naked body. Li Yingmei desperately tried to push him away, sobbing, "I told you not to ejaculate inside, what if… what if…"

Lin Wantong only remembered kissing her again and saying, "Sister-in-law, don't worry… don't leave it for me…"

before falling into a deep breath and becoming unresponsive.

Li Yingmei thought of Yang Jiming and looked around to find her husband lying on the sofa, fast asleep, just like his limp penis.

After their passionate lovemaking, she finally regained some clarity and remembered Lin Wantong's words, "Don't leave it for me…"

A wave of sorrow washed over her. Although she hadn't carried on the Yang family line, she had always fulfilled her duties as a wife, playing the role of a dutiful and virtuous helper. But tonight's transgression had led her to give her body to another man. What would her husband think of her if he sobered up?

Thinking of this, tears of regret streamed down her face. If her husband didn't want her anymore, would she be adopted by the man on top of her?

Her body trembled slightly from sobbing, waking Lin Wantong, who was on top of her.

Lin Wantong opened his blurry eyes and saw her tears, immediately filled with guilt: "Sister-in-law... uh... it's all my fault, we both drank too much... you..."

Hearing his stammering words of comfort, Li Yingmei was filled with distress: "I've let you have your way with me, I've let you play with me, and you still call me sister-in-law..."

"Uh... you are, after all, my brother's..."

"Do you even remember whose wife I am? And you did that in front of him..."

Lin Wantong's heart clenched, but seeing Yang Jiming fast asleep, he felt relieved.

"He...sigh...I...don't worry, I'll be good to you. My brother drank too much, he won't remember anything tomorrow morning. You...you believe me, it'll be alright."

Lin Wantong was naturally confident about this, but Li Yingmei couldn't help but smile. Her impression of Lin Wantong was that of a simple and honest person, whose reasoning was often vague. If he hadn't drunk too much, this wouldn't have happened.

But his strong physique fascinated her, and his performance just now gave her an orgasm she had long forgotten. That long-lost pleasure still made her heart flutter.

"Then...why aren't you going to pull it out?"

Lin Wantong then realized that his little brother, now back to normal, was still stuck in her warm honey hole. Only after her reminder did he shyly and quickly withdraw it.

Li Yingmei got up and straightened her clothes. Seeing Lin Wantong standing there helplessly, she couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you standing there for? Come help me wash up. You're covered in greasy food. You have to take responsibility for that, right?"

With that, she pulled him by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

"What about Brother? He..."

"Why bother with him? He'll sleep until dawn. Let him be."

Li Yingmei turned and swayed her round hips as she walked into the bathroom. Lin Wantong hesitated for a moment but couldn't care less. As soon as the door closed, Li Yingmei muttered, "Well, I have a way to subdue your Brother Yang, but in the future... don't be so blatant..."

Lin Wantong's eyes lit up when he heard the word "future." He leered at his sister-in-law, who was bending over and taking off her skirt with her back to him. His penis quietly became erect again, and he accidentally poked her buttocks.

Li Yingmei glanced back and saw this scene. She was startled at first, then coquettishly scolded her husband, "Look at you...you're so annoying! I can't do it! My whole body aches, and it's burning hot down there. Do you have to ruin me to be happy? Hmm, it's so big...can I use my mouth?" "

Uh...yes, Brother Yang said your oral skills are superb..."

"Oh dear, stop being so cheeky."

Soon, lewd sounds echoed from the bathroom again, making the night seem even more beautiful. [The End]

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/173978.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=173978&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Feeding a young woman on the mahjong table

Next Page : Sexual Darlings (1-4)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

wife who drinks together

comment Open a new window to view comments