Husband cuckolded, wife promiscuous

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As the saying goes, absence
makes the heart grow fonder. I've been on a business trip to Shenzhen for three months now. Although I've managed to come home a few times, each visit has been very short. For my wife and me, those brief visits were hardly enough to satisfy our sexual desires. Because my wife doesn't like "performing," her requests for video sex have been ruthlessly rejected several times. I've had to pass those long, lonely nights by masturbating to porn. Occasionally, during my post-coital moments, I'll video chat with her for a bit. But she's always quiet on video, not because she's cold, but because she's not comfortable fantasizing remotely. In bed, she's quite aroused, and once I penetrate her, she becomes completely absorbed in the moment, enjoying my swearing and insults. She not only accepts temporary roles like prostitute but also cooperates with some of the scenarios I envision. Threesomes and group sex are both welcome. Homeless people, beggars, old men… she accepts all the roles I add. But once she's dressed, she transforms into a conservative and dignified beauty. At 165cm tall, slightly plump, with a round face full of collagen, full lips and white teeth, large eyes, and a captivating gaze that makes any man who meets her fantasize. Even more alluring are her 34C breasts, so firm they seem to pierce the eye, yet soft and cuddly to the touch. Every time I thrust into my wife, burying my head in her large breasts fills me with power, making me harder and my thrusts more intense. From my observation, women with large breasts are generally not bad-looking, and my wife's are snow-white and large, making doggy style particularly pleasurable. The pleasure of our bodies colliding is irresistible. For the first two years of our relationship, as long as she wasn't menstruating, we made love almost every night. Back then, things were simple. But as time went on, simplicity became unsatisfying. No matter how delicious or fancy the food, you get tired of it if you eat it every day. So we incorporated many scenes from novels into our sex life. At first, I thought my wife would refuse, but it unexpectedly aroused her sluttyness and shamelessness. When we were deep inside each other, during our thrusting, I would ask her, "How about a threesome?"
My wife's eyes would be hazy, and she would respond enthusiastically, "Okay, what kind of person?"
"I'll find a construction worker at a construction site. He'll have finished a day's work, and before he even has time to shower, he'll use you with his stinky body. He'll use you like a prostitute who only pays 50 yuan a time, and then not pays you back, okay?"
"Ahhh, I love it! I want to give it to him too, to clean his grooves and folds with my tongue. The smell is like the stench emanating from a public toilet in summer."
She's really shameless. I doubt she really thought that way deep down! So I continued to add more.
"After he's done with you, he'll take you to the construction site and let those migrant workers enjoy your body, let them sleep with you every night!"
"Ahhh, I can't take it anymore..."
Stimulated by the words, she came! The sheets were soaked.
But all of this was limited to the few tens of minutes we had sex. After we pulled out and closed up, she became a virtuous and gentle woman again. Of course, I lacked the courage to fulfill those plots in novels. Most men wouldn't accept being cuckolded!
Finally, I ended the company's project in Shenzhen ahead of schedule. I decided to give my beloved wife a surprise. This surprise was to suddenly appear in front of her, strip her naked, and pin her to the bed! Of course, this was also what she liked. I calculated that I arrived home right during her ovulation period! Women during ovulation are always uncontrollably seductive. Some women during ovulation will even undress themselves if a man with a slightly decent appearance makes a little teasing! Hehe, just thinking about it is wonderful.
Eager to return home, I boarded my flight. After a few short flights, the plane finally landed, and I rushed home. Reaching the door, I rummaged through my laptop bag for my keys. "Where are my keys? I must have put them in my suitcase again, what a blockhead!" Too lazy to open the suitcase, I just rang the doorbell. A while later, I heard the sound of slippers shuffling towards the door, tap-tap-tap-tap... My wife's voice: "It's here so fast!" The door slowly opened a crack. It was my wife. As soon as her head peeked out, I excitedly pulled the door open. I was stunned by what I saw! My wife stood naked in the doorway. Upon seeing me, her expression froze; she stood there, completely still, her large breasts hanging in front of her. After a dozen seconds of this, a voice came from inside: "Baby, has the takeout arrived?"
In an instant, I was furious. Clearly, my wife was there, and I had let a wolf into the house! And they had just been having sex! Although we'd woven countless cuckoldry scenarios in bed, I still couldn't accept it. I stormed into the room, my wife shamelessly blocking my way, naked, but how could she possibly stop me? In the bedroom, I saw my lover—a short, elderly man about my height. Judging by his appearance, he was probably in his fifties, not quite sixty. Despite his age, he must have been quite handsome in his youth; his eyes were bright, and his face was clean-shaven. Because he wasn't wearing clothes, I could see he had a good physique, with little excess fat. His penis, when it softened, wasn't small, but enormous, like a huge matsutake mushroom. Looking at the bed, the sheets were wet. My wife's white lace underwear lay at the foot of the bed, with yellowish discharge and urine stains on the crotch, haphazardly placed on the headboard. The black shorts next to it were probably the old man's. Enraged, I jumped onto the bed and swung a punch at the old man's face. He instinctively blocked with his hand, but the fist still struck his cheekbone. As I swung again, my wife pulled me back from behind. I tried to lunge at him again to beat him, but my wife held me back tightly. I instantly deflated, slumping onto the bed. My wife walked up to me, and somehow found one of my t-shirts and put it on, partially covering her embarrassing state. She cried and tried to hug me, saying, "Honey, it's my fault. Hit me, scold me!" While comforting me, she told the other man, "You'd better leave now!" The
other man calmly put on the t-shirt, but he didn't leave. He stood there watching us, a smile on his face. This fueled my anger even more. I broke free from my wife's grasp, ready to punch him again. The old man spoke up, "Xiaorou, can I talk to your husband?" Then he turned to me and said, "Buddy, you've already hit me, and if you want to keep hitting me, I'll take it, but this won't solve anything. I want to talk to you. You can hit me again after we've talked, right?"
"You can be so calm in front of me, calling me 'brother,' damn it!"
I thought to myself, but by this time I had calmed down considerably. Things had already come to this, so I might as well listen to him.
At this moment, my wife cried and said, "What's there to talk about? It's all my fault! Don't say anything, I'll take responsibility."
The old man gestured for my wife to stop talking and insisted on explaining to me.
The old man went over to comfort my wife, as if he were her rightful husband. Seeing this, I was no longer angry; I was numb to the point of indifference? I couldn't explain it myself. After the old man calmed my wife down, we went to the study. The moment the bedroom door closed, I glanced back at the wedding photo hanging on the wall. In it, my beautiful wife smiled brightly at me.
In the study, we sat down in silence for a long while before the old man spoke first. “Brother, I won’t hide anything from you. As you can see, your wife and I have done everything we could. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to want to hit me now. But please listen to me. After I finish, even if you want to kill me, I won’t object.”
I glanced at him. I knew that hitting or yelling at him now wouldn’t solve anything, so I decided to listen.
The old man said, “Buddy, what do you think is the worst possible outcome?”
Before I could answer, he continued, “You vent your anger and kill both your wife and me? Or you divorce me in a fit of rage? Right? And what will you get then? Jail time, or ending up alone.”
“So, I think you need to calm down.”
Once a person weighs the pros and cons, they will be driven by certain things; if they don't weigh the pros and cons, they will be driven by emotions. It's said that in the world of martial arts, one is often powerless, but in reality, even outside of it, one is often powerless, like me right now. The fact that the old man could put this matter within the framework of weighing pros and cons in such a short time is enough to show he's a master . "
You hit me today, of course the responsibility is mine, but think about it from another angle, I think you shouldn't have hit me, you should even thank me?"
"Thank you my ass!" I retorted angrily. "Heh
," the old man said with a cold laugh, "Don't be emotional, don't be angry. Let him finish speaking."
"Women have the right to enjoy sex and try different experiences! Marriage is just one form in the process of human development. Ask yourself honestly, have you ever been to a prostitute? You can try it, but can't your wife?"
"Who told you I've been to a prostitute?"
"Nobody told me, it's big data that told me. It's a matter of probability!"
He was right, I had indeed been to a prostitute. My anger subsided considerably.
"And also, do you understand your wife? Who filled her emptiness and loneliness while you were away on business? A year or two is fine, but can you live with yourself for such a long time? I'm just helping to nourish your wife when you're not around, just like watering plants regularly. If you're away for six months, your plants will dry up and die, won't they? Nourishing a woman also requires a certain frequency. Don't you agree?"
Actually, these words were mostly fallacies, but in certain circumstances, especially with certain people, fallacies can be effective. These fallacies were effective on me because the old man was about to launch into a soul-searching interrogation! I was defeated.
"More importantly, I've heard your wife describe some of your words and actions. Forgive my bluntness, but you have a strong infidelity complex! You just don't want to admit it now. You're constrained by traditional morality and values. So, why don't you give yourself a chance to face your own heart?"
"I..."
The old man's words left me speechless. I felt like he had struck a nerve!
"You know this better than anyone!" The old man deliberately emphasized his words.
"Actually, sometimes masturbation is more enjoyable than actual sex." He lowered his voice and said with a wicked smile.
"If you're willing, I can let you experience this unique and thrilling pleasure."
The old man's words pulled me from the fire of anger into the sea of calm.
"The cuckoldry complex is all psychological, wanting to try different pleasures, but cuckoldry sounds too awful. Let's call it an open marriage. I won't steal your wife, but my involvement can let you experience different pleasures, different kinds of excitement. Shouldn't you thank me?" I fell silent
again, but this time the silence was more to calm my anger!
The old man was truly a master.
After hearing what the old man said, I was basically no longer angry!
"Did you catch my wife doing something wrong? Did you threaten her into submission?" I asked the old man calmly.
"In all honesty, my relationship with your wife was completely consensual!" the old man answered calmly.
Come to think of it, otherwise why would I let a wolf into my house?
I thought for a while and asked the old man, "What's your name? What do you do?"
Seeing that I had calmed down, the old man smiled and told me, "I'm older than you, considerably older, but given our relationship, you can just call me brother, just call me Brother Gang. I was involved in the underworld for a while when I was younger, and now I run a small business."
Later I learned that Brother Gang had some connections to the criminal underworld. That's another story.
"Oh, Brother Gang, what's our relationship?"
At this point, Brother Gang revealed his shameless side, "I'm practically half a husband to your wife, oh no, not quite half yet, let's say one-eighth, but don't worry, it won't be more than half. I always kept my promises when I was in the underworld."
"So, Brother A-Biao, would you be willing to share your wife with me?" Brother Gang seemed to have a firm grasp on my psychology; he knew I would agree.
"It'll be fun to watch, and then you can do it, much more fun than all your fabricated scenarios!" Brother Gang added fuel to the fire.
I was practically drowning in this ocean of desire.
I told Gang Ge I was willing, but on the condition that he couldn't force my wife to do anything she didn't want to do, and couldn't threaten her in any way.
Gang Ge, of course, readily agreed.
"Then can I insult you a little?" Gang Ge asked again.
"We'll see!" I replied weakly.
Gang Ge said, "Okay, then let's hug? Or shake hands?"
I extended my hand and shook hands with Gang Ge.
"I need to talk to Xiao Rou," I suggested.
"No problem, I'll go get her." Gang Ge said and went to the bedroom to find my wife.
After waiting for about half an hour, the study door opened, and my wife walked in timidly, like a child who had done something wrong.
To avoid scaring my wife, I stood up and hugged her. At first, my wife dodged me, but I hugged her tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, Gang Ge told me everything."
My wife started crying again.
We talked for a full hour and a half. My wife was very open about everything, from how she met Gang Ge to how she became infatuated with him.
One day, my wife worked overtime until after 11 PM. On her way home, she got hungry and, along with her colleague Xiaomei, ordered some barbecue from a roadside stall in a small alley not far from the company. The two women also ordered two bottles of beer, probably because they were too tired from work and wanted to drink to relieve themselves.
After downing half a bottle of beer, my wife suddenly needed to urinate. Although she's a rather reserved person, unfortunately, there was no public restroom near the small roadside stall. In fact, at such stalls, customers who needed to relieve themselves would walk a few steps to a nearby dimly lit spot against a wall; men would walk closer, while women, if they weren't in a hurry, would walk a little further to a public restroom. The ice-cold beer was too diuretic, and my wife didn't have enough time to walk to a public restroom, so she found a dimly lit corner and relieved herself there. She pulled down her pants, squatted down, and vomited—it was so satisfying! But my wife's large penis caught the eye of a thug nearby. In the quiet alley, a large penis was exposed, along with a wet, smelly, salty, and tender vulva.
The thug crept up stealthily, getting behind the wife. Just as she pulled up her pants, he grabbed her from behind, choking her and covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming.
He whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound, or I'll stab you!" With that, he pulled out a dagger and slapped it against her face. The wife trembled with fear, too terrified to utter a sound.
The thug had his left arm around his wife's neck, his left hand covering her mouth, and his right hand reaching into her crotch. She had just urinated, and her vagina was still slightly wet; the remaining urine acted as lubricant, allowing his middle finger to easily slip inside. He greedily probed. Once a woman loses control of her lower body, she loses at least half her strength. The thug pushed his wife against the wall, her face pressed against it. In the stench of the open-air "toilet," his wife was being molested. After probing for a while, her vagina was already overflowing with fluid. The thug felt he had enough, so he withdrew his right hand, pulled down his pants with one hand, revealing her vulva. Because his wife was slightly taller, he bent over to find her penis. After searching for a while, he finally found it, but instead of immediately inserting it, he rubbed it in circles, trying to heighten her anticipation. Just as his wife was about to be violated, Brother Gang happened to pass by and saved her. The thug, feeling guilty, made his escape. My wife, weak and unsteady, almost collapsed in the urinary tract. Gang Ge rushed over and caught her. It took her a while to recover. Finding herself in the arms of a strange man, with half her genitals exposed, she was incredibly embarrassed. She quickly pulled up her pants, thanked her savior profusely, bowed repeatedly, and exchanged Gang Ge's WeChat contacts. It was a close call.
My wife didn't mention what happened that night, feeling guilty that she had been defiled by the thug and felt ashamed before her husband.
Actually, I always felt that my wife felt some regret about the thug's failed attempt, which led to what happened with Gang Ge. Still
shaken from the previous night, my wife decided to invite Gang Ge to dinner the next day. He arrived as promised, behaving like a true gentleman, without a trace of slickness. Gang Ge's humor and wit made my wife very fond of him, especially since he was her savior.
Because I wasn't around, and my wife needed some security, it became natural for her to frequently meet up with Gang Ge for meals and coffee. Actually, around that time, my wife had already developed a strange attraction to Gang Ge. I suspect that if I had been with her during that period, she would have been thinking about Gang Ge constantly. That woman is such a slut!
Their relationship intensified one day when Gang Ge suddenly invited my wife to karaoke. Without a second thought, she went. Unexpectedly, it was just the two of them in a small private room! At first, my wife was very uncomfortable, but after Gang Ge started singing, she gradually lowered her guard. A man's talent, like a good singing voice, is one of the most important things to attract women, and Gang Ge's singing voice impressed my wife. After lowering her guard, they started drinking. After a few drinks, my wife probably drank too much and suddenly started crying. She cried for a long time, then asked Gang Ge, "Does it count as finger insertion?
" Gang Ge pretended to be confused, "Finger insertion where?"
"Right there..." My wife was incredibly embarrassed.
Gang Ge continued to feign ignorance, his face full of questions. "Where?"
His wife pointed shyly to her crotch. "Here."
Gang Ge then feigned sudden realization. "Oh, that guy put his finger in there the other day?"
His wife lowered her head. If the KTV room hadn't been dimly lit, her face would have been clearly red, like a ripe tomato.
Gang Ge thought for a while and asked his wife, "Do you think a hand counts as a genital organ?"
His wife, still quite naive, immediately replied, "No!"
"Haha, that's it then, so it doesn't count!"
As he spoke, Gang Ge reached out a finger and touched his wife's face, saying, "Don't overthink it, let's drink."
After downing a case of beer, his wife was already slightly tipsy, praising Gang Ge's singing.
She suggested to Gang Ge that they sing a duet of a must-sing KTV song—"King of Love Songs," how about it?
This song is often sung as a duet by male and female colleagues at work gatherings, which doesn't really mean anything, but if there's only one couple in the room, it becomes a bit intriguing! His wife hadn't thought of that. During a very long duet, Gang Ge occasionally touched his wife's cheek with his finger, making her extremely shy.
Their coordination was perfect.
Whether it was needing to pee or his wife's excessive shyness, she ran to the restroom after the song. In this luxurious karaoke bar, each room had its own bathroom. Before she even entered, Gang Ge called from behind, "Going to the bathroom alone is dangerous, do you need someone to protect you?"
Knowing it was a joke, she turned around and said, "Xiao Rou is afraid of perverts, she needs Gang Ge's protection!"
Gang Ge darted behind her and went into the restroom with her.
They had been together all night, but in this special space, their intimacy reached its peak, the unspoken understanding about their relationship escalating rapidly.
His wife still tried to resist with her last bit of reserve, quickly pushing Gang Ge out, but he stubbornly refused, shamelessly claiming he was there to protect her. It was as if time had rewound to the night they first met! His wife even agreed to let Gang Ge turn his back so she could relieve herself there! The only agreement was that Gang Ge couldn't turn around until she said she was done!
The sound of urine splashing against the toilet bowl suddenly took on a certain tone.
After the sound stopped, Gang Ge abruptly turned around, grabbed his wife, and thrust his groping hand towards her genitals.
Like a snake returning to its hole, Gang Ge's fingers swiftly found his wife's still-dripping vulva and easily slipped inside. Gang Ge's nails were neatly trimmed, and his technique was superb. While doing so, he told his wife, "Using your fingers doesn't count, Xiao Rou, relax... fingers don't count as genitals, but she can be another woman!" Under Gang Ge's finger assault, his wife came, carrying the regret of that unsuccessful attempt that night and the anticipation of long-awaited solitude. Unlike that night, this time his wife stood face-to-face with Gang Ge. The impact caused her to lose her last bit of restraint, and her lips actively sought out Gang Ge's. Her warm, soft tongue, accompanied by saliva, entered Gang Ge's mouth, meeting and entwining with his tongue. The two tongues intertwined, and Gang Ge's fingers maintained their fierce offensive! The wife withdrew her tongue, tilted her head, and used it to find Gang Ge's ear. She sucked on his earlobe with her lips, her tongue tip gently rubbing against the skin. Her breath was sweet and warm, the warmth traveling from his ear to Gang Ge's penis. Gang Ge's penis stood erect, truly a case of "the more skill, the better."
The wife asked in a languid voice in Gang Ge's ear, "Gang Ge, if using your fingers doesn't count, what does?"
Gang Ge understood immediately. He pulled his finger out of his wife's vagina, sucked on it, and swallowed all of his wife's vaginal fluid. Don't underestimate this action; it's an important way to win a woman's heart! Gang Ge immediately took off his pants, picked up his wife, and pushed her against the wall with her back to him. His long and thick penis seemed to be sucked into his wife's vagina. If the finger-using part was foreplay, then this foreplay was more than enough. Gang Ge's nearly 20-centimeter penis easily penetrated completely. It was the first time his wife had experienced such intrusion, and she almost fainted for a moment. Gang Ge thrust forcefully from behind, occasionally slapping his wife's large white breasts with his hand. Because of the limited space in the KTV, they couldn't openly do it in the private room, so Gang Ge fucked his wife from behind for a full half hour! He ejaculated repeatedly into her body. White lace still clung to her legs, and a large patch of sticky white discharge mixed with urine covered her crotch. It seemed that before losing her virginity to Gang Ge tonight, his wife was already burning with desire, and streams of secretions flowed from her vagina. Recovering from the intense pleasure, his wife turned and gave Gang Ge a long, French kiss. After the kiss, she went to Gang Ge's ear, her voice even more seductive, softer, and more alluring than before: "That doesn't count. It just means you fucked me. Because it was my choice." As she
said this, Gang Ge's penis was already running down his thighs. His wife pulled it off, wiped it clean, and knelt down to clean his now-soft penis with her mouth. Once a woman falls in love with a man, she's willing to do anything for him. Before she finished cleaning, Gang Ge's penis was hard again. His wife lightly slapped him and said coquettishly, "You bad boy."
Faced with Gang Ge's renewed erection and the endless passion they shared at that moment, the two decided to indulge themselves!
Inside a five-star hotel room, on a pristine white bed, sat a man in his early thirties and a 54-year-old man, both completely naked. The man's penis was turned inside out, thick and firm, appearing textured. The pink inside was clearly visible, the outside slightly darker. From the pinkish interior, a slightly yellowish-white, viscous liquid slowly oozed out, neither very thick nor very dense, clumped together in clumps because it was still wet.
The man's large, purplish-black clitoris lay provocatively beneath him, its thick shaft also clumped together.
"Brother Gang, let me ask you, how old are you this year?"
"Didn't you look at my ID when we checked into the hotel? I thought you weren't curious."
"There were too many people around, I was too embarrassed to look, it would seem like we weren't familiar."
"Me? I'm 54 years old this year, 22 years older than you."
"Ah, that's almost as old as my dad!"
"Yes, my dear daughter."
"Go away, you old pervert, who's your daughter?"
"Aren't you afraid your husband will find out about this?"
"I won't let him know, besides, he often fantasizes about me being with other men, it would be even better if he knew!"
It was from these questions and answers that Brother Gang learned about my cuckoldry complex, foreshadowing what would happen later.
"Daughter, shall we take a bath?"
A romantic bath, in the bathtub, my wife's two large breasts looked especially big under the impact of the bathwater, Brother Gang's eyes were glued to them! He couldn't help but say, "Mommy, I want to nurse!"
"Good son, come here, Mommy will nurse you." When my wife gets cheeky, it's really unstoppable.
Gang Ge picked up his wife's breasts, sucking on the left and then the right. The two of them made love again in the bathroom.
If the "Pan, Lu, Deng, Xiao, Xian" (a combination of handsome men, wealthy men, and handsome women) from the Water Margin were the standard for a perfect lover, Gang Ge at least met the "Lu, Lu, Xian" criteria. While he wasn't bad at the other two, he wasn't quite there yet. Speaking of the "Xiao" (small/immature), Gang Ge was absolutely top-notch. He never complained about any part of his wife's body, licking her vagina and even her anus with great enthusiasm, and he was quite skilled at it. So his wife always enjoyed herself immensely. So much so that her vagina was swollen that night, and she had to take the day off.
The two of them temporarily reached a "truce."
His wife told Gang Ge many things about me, so that even though Gang Ge had never met me, he knew almost everything about me.
During the three months I was away on business, the frequency between his wife and Gang Ge had reached the level of a normal married couple, practically like a couple. Gang Ge had thoroughly slept with his wife, and without her knowledge, she had been developed into an extremely slutty woman.
My wife told this story for a full hour and a half. I guess even then, there were still many details I didn't grasp, and time would reveal the answers.
My wife asked me, "Did you agree to Gang Ge's suggestion?"
"Yes,"
my wife said, her face beaming. "You're so good to me, honey!" she exclaimed, giving me a kiss with the same mouth she had just used to call someone else. Luckily, I didn't mind anymore. In fact, the thought of it even gave me a thrill.
The study door opened, and Gang Ge was gone.
"He told me he'd stay in the bedroom for a while, and since we had nothing else to do, he left. Tomorrow's Saturday, and he said he'd come over to surprise you," my wife told me.
I checked the time; it was already past 8 p.m. I realized how long my journey had taken, so I quickly took a shower. While I was showering, my wife changed the bedding.
I lay down, unable to fall asleep. After a while, my wife came in, completely naked. She immediately hugged and kissed me, kissing me from the waist up. My wife had definitely improved; I almost ejaculated in her mouth. I quickly stopped her. My wife asked me, "Do you like it?" I said I did, it felt amazing.
Then, I asked curiously, "Is mine bigger, or his?"
My wife thought for a moment, perhaps afraid of hurting my pride, and said, "What's the point of comparing?" Then she pointed to her vagina and said, "It's the native here, everyone else's are just temporary tenants."
I was deeply moved by my wife's apt analogy.
Just as I was about to have sex with her, my wife suddenly asked me, "Didn't you want to see me before? I'll perform for you!"
I said, "Okay!"
My wife began her performance. She held herself up with both hands, her tongue reaching her nipples.
She licked her nipples, her eyes glazed and alluring. While licking and kneading her large breasts, she kneaded them for a while, then one hand slowly moved towards her nipples, her jade fingers teasing them. She continued to move forward, teasing them like playing a zither, sometimes gently plucking and twisting, sometimes swift as a sudden rain. Smeared with her vaginal fluid, reflecting the light, the light... Slippery, translucent, and crystal clear, it made one want to touch it. My wife, while doing so, brought her hand up and licked the semen with her tongue, then continued to caress her thick vulva, her middle finger occasionally probing inside, licking the semen she extracted. The scene... Suddenly, I thought of that failed attempt by the thug that night. I asked my wife, "How did it feel when that thug touched you?" My wife was too engrossed in touching herself to answer. Suddenly, she sped up, and semen splattered out. I quickly covered her mouth with mine, swallowing quite a bit myself. Before, only I had ever been inside, but now... The thug's hand and Gang Ge's hand have both been inside her. Will anyone else come in later? I think probably! I
don't know if it's just psychological, but my wife's vagina seems a little looser than before. Maybe Gang Ge's penis has stretched her too much, but fucking my wife is still very comfortable. While being fucked, my wife shared her inner world when the thug violated her. She said the thug was very rough with her, and later she even hoped he would penetrate her, but she was still a little disappointed when he was just one step away. I asked her, if you see the thug again, can you recognize him? My wife said she doesn't remember him well, but if she looks closely, she should be able to recognize him. I said, how about we go back to that place sometime? "To satisfy a little hooligan?" My wife was surprised by my change; perhaps Gang Ge had completely opened her heart!
I slept until past 11 a.m., and my wife was tidying the room, preparing lunch.
I asked her what time Gang Ge would be coming, and she said it was 12:30.
My wife wore light makeup and a beige dress. I sneakily touched her from behind, my hand landing directly on her breasts. I discovered she wasn't wearing anything, and looking further up, she wasn't wearing anything either. But that wasn't the most exciting part. The most exciting part was that the beige dress was semi-transparent; from the front, I could see her dark skin and nipples.
"By the way, which day did you go to pick up takeout naked? Was there a reason?"
My wife admitted embarrassedly that Gang Ge had told her to seduce the delivery guy. "
You don't know how to cherish someone who isn't your own wife. This outfit must have been ordered by Gang Ge.
Gang Ge arrived at 12:20, and the lavish meal was the result of my wife's morning's work.
We had a few drinks, and while eating, my wife and Gang Ge were exchanging glances, but nothing inappropriate happened. After dinner, we watched some adult videos in the living room—NTR content specially chosen by Gang Ge, partly to help me mentally prepare. My wife was practically in Gang Ge's arms the whole time, and the two of them didn't shy away from me, occasionally even French kissing. It was as if they were the real couple, and I was just a guest.
Gang Ge and my wife whispered in each other's ears for a while, then my wife got up and went to the bedroom. A little while later, she brought out several pieces of her worn underwear, handed them to me, and told me I'd need them later."
My wife turned off the TV, leaving only the spotlights on in the living room, the main light off. In front of Gang Ge and me, she took off her only dress and began to masturbate right in front of us. She would occasionally use her fingers to pick at her own vagina, then put the fingers she had picked out into Gang Ge's mouth for him to suck. After Gang Ge finished sucking her fingers, my wife would offer him her own vagina, which he ate with relish. Afterwards, Gang Ge told his wife, "Give this to Brother Biao."
My wife said coquettishly, "No, no, today I belong to Daddy Gang, today I belong to Daddy alone."
Hearing this, I felt a surge of heat! With such a slut, what more could a husband ask for?
Just then, my wife walked up to Gang Ge, lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder on the sofa, her fat vagina directly facing his face. Gang Ge turned to look at me and said, "Brother, now I'm going to eat your wife's vagina, are you excited?"
"Excited, I'm so excited!"
So Gang Ge began to lick his wife's vagina meticulously and intently. His wife kept saying, "Daddy's so good, Daddy's licking right into my heart!"
Many men hope their partners will call them "Daddy" in bed, as if it enhances the possessive pleasure, but due to shame, most women can't bring themselves to say it. The fact
that his wife called Gang Ge "Daddy" today shows how successfully he's trained her!
I couldn't help but reach out to touch her, but she slapped my hand away, yelling, "Today I'm all yours, you can only look, not touch! Later you won't even be able to see!"
I could only watch and enjoy their performance.
Gang Ge's licking had soaked her vagina.
His wife knelt at his feet, pleading, "Daughter Xiao Rou begs Daddy to fuck me!"
Gang Ge didn't reply, but looked at me and said, "To fuck this little slut today, I didn't shower yesterday, and I spent the whole morning at the gym, just to give her a 'whole' one, so she'll enjoy it."
I couldn't help but think, "They really know how to play."
As he spoke, Gang Ge had already taken off his pants, and his wife took the shorts, smelling them with ecstasy. Then she put a fishy-smelling thing into her mouth, eating it with abandon.
"Actually, this time isn't enough. It's best not to shower for seven days. I heard you like Xiao Rou to be fucked by migrant workers, so I haven't showered for a week to create the atmosphere of a construction site. It's all to satisfy you!"
I replied, "Hey, Gang Ge, you've put in the effort."
In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of what was coming out of my wife's mouth—it really did look like a huge matsutake mushroom, about 20 centimeters long and incredibly thick, not inferior to the black actors in AVs.
My wife ate this matsutake mushroom for a while, then Gang Ge signaled her to stop.
Gang Ge asked, "Xiao Rou, what should we do now?"
"Xiao Rou begs Daddy to fuck me!"
"Come on, my good daughter, come to Daddy's arms!"
My wife sat on Gang Ge's lap, snuggling into his arms.
I thought they were going to do it on the sofa in the living room. Unexpectedly, Gang Ge picked up my wife in a princess carry and headed towards the bedroom.
As we reached the bedroom door, Gang Ge stopped and turned around. His wife said, "Honey, tonight I belong to Daddy alone. I want him to fuck me until I'm pregnant, and you can use mine to masturbate!" She then blew me a kiss. Bang
! The bedroom door slammed shut, click—it must have been locked from the inside.
I rushed to the door, pressing my ear against it to listen.
All I could hear was the incessant sound of slapping. My wife's voice was loud:
"Ah, Daddy, fuck this little slut to death! Fuck her
to death! Ah, Daddy, I can't take it anymore!" "Ah, Daddy, ah, husband, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Listening to the sounds and smelling my wife's raw scent, I masturbated. I admit, I'd never felt so good before.
My wife was being fucked senseless inside, while I could only masturbate outside. The feeling was indescribably complex, yet incredibly stimulating.
They went at it for a full hour. I masturbated three times, and my back felt like it was about to give way.
The door opened, and my wife lay limply on the bed, Gang Ge's penis flowing from her vagina.
Gang Ge was half-lying down beside the bed. Seeing this scene, he instinctively got an erection, but he was too tired today.
Gang Ge said he would sleep here tonight, of course, he and my wife would share a room, while I would have to sleep in the guest room.
The two of them were up until midnight.
Afterwards, Gang Ge told me that the first time he didn't let me watch, it was mainly to stimulate and arouse me; the less he could see, the more he wanted to see, and the more he wanted to see, the stronger the desire became. My
wife was also becoming increasingly aroused by Gang Ge's ministrations; I suspected that she would have gone without hesitation if Gang Ge had asked her to.
As it turned out, many things that followed were even more stimulating.

[The End]

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