It has nothing to do with love

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My name is Wang Bing, and I'm 33 years old. My wife, Xiao Wan, is 31. Although women's appearances inevitably show signs of aging, my wife is a white-collar worker who takes good care of herself and looks no different from a 24 or 25-year-old woman. I always feel that we're not a good match. Just looking at our appearances, I'm only 1.72 meters tall and look a bit older than my age, while Xiao Wan is 1.68 meters tall and weighs only 101 kilograms, very slender and pretty.
Our families have a very close relationship, and we established our relationship back in college, even though she already had a boyfriend at that time. She only revealed this to me five years after we got married. However, she always listened to her parents, so she eventually came to be with me.
I don't want to say much about our sex life; it's probably the same as most people's. The positions don't change much, and the frequency is about once every two weeks. There's not much passion; it feels like a routine.
Xiao Wan is the kind of person who seems very simple and honest on the surface, but deep down, there's always a rebellious fire burning within her. I used to live with her family. I always got along well with her parents; the problems always came from her. She would unexpectedly throw tantrums when everything was calm, and eventually, her parents couldn't take it anymore and kicked us out to move back to the small two-bedroom apartment my workplace had allocated to me.
After moving in alone, she turned her anger on me, often arguing and making a scene over trivial things, which gave me a huge headache. Although she would apologize afterwards, I knew she often sat alone in silence, never sharing her worries with me.
Later, something happened between us.
One day, after we made love, she told me she felt like her youthful passion was almost gone. I didn't say anything, but I felt the same way.
Life became stagnant, like a still pond, uneventful. We were both helpless, but there was no good way to change things.
One night, she came home late, her face flushed, as if she'd been drinking. I knew she worked as a business specialist and often had social engagements, so I didn't think much of it. But what happened that night shocked me. She acted like it was our wedding night again, clinging to me and making love three times. This was unprecedented. I'm a very observant person, and although I was tired, I still asked her why she was behaving so unusually that night.
She stared at me for a while and asked, "Are you confident in our love?"
I thought for a moment and said, "I guess so."
She smiled, lowered her head, thought for a while, and whispered in my ear, "I'm seeing someone else."
I was shocked: "Are you serious? You want a divorce?"
She pushed me away: "Are you hoping I'll be the one to bring it up first?"
I shook my head in bewilderment: "No. I love you, you know that."
Then she told me she was just joking. However, that night, someone had confessed their love to her, and although she had refused, she had still let him kiss her.
"What!" I stared at her bright red lips, stunned.
"Who is it? Is it your colleague?"
She nodded, and I was furious.
"Look at you, didn't you say you were confident in our love? Such a big reaction, people are afraid to talk to you anymore." Then she turned over and went to sleep.
That night, I couldn't sleep, my mind filled with her passionate actions during sex, her delicate body writhing and moaning beneath me, her words, whether true or false, my mind a jumbled mess.
I had a dream that night, it seemed to be in a university dormitory, I slept on the top bunk, and Xiao Wan was on the bottom bunk having sex with another man. I saw that beautiful body that had belonged entirely to me for the past seven years, now being pleasured by another man, the lustful fluids that had flowed only for me for the past seven years now overflowing with desire from another's teasing. I felt both heartbroken and inexplicably excited, and finally, I ejaculated.
2. In the following weeks, she didn't seem unusual, but her mood was rather low. She didn't have sex again.
One evening, after she showered, she curled up on the edge of the bed, wearing a semi-transparent lingerie, looking incredibly alluring. I couldn't resist and tried to make love to her, but she refused. I asked her why, and she listlessly said, "Nothing, it's just not interesting."
I got angry: "You're not interested in having sex with me? But it's interesting when a colleague kisses you?"
Her eyes lit up immediately: "Interesting!! It's really interesting! More interesting than having sex with you. Two people, like puppets on strings, year after year, it's better not to do it at all!!"
I was overwhelmed; her fervor terrified me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I won't hold it against her, really."
The third night, her fervor erupted again, and we entwined in each other all night, making love three times.
After I showered, she hugged me and whispered, "There's something I need you to confess. This afternoon, I went down the elevator with him, and he kissed me again."
I felt like I was in a Finnish bath; one moment I was incredibly passionate, and the next my heart had plummeted to freezing point.
"You let him kiss you?"
She looked at me and said, word by word, "I gave him a deep kiss."
"Do you want to leave me?" After a while, I mustered all my courage to ask her.
"Listen to me, we've been married for seven years. Your love has molded me into a fixed woman. I'm only meant for you, and you're only meant for me. I'll never leave you in this lifetime. But, I don't know why, there's always a fire burning inside me, making me feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it's like flying a kite. I'm soaring in the sky, and if I leave your tether on the ground, I'll surely perish. But without the wind, I feel like half-dead."
I knew what she meant. Our mundane life had become utterly boring. Who wouldn't want to try something new and exciting?
That's just Xiao Wan's personality. I knew I couldn't stop her.
"Then what do you want?" My heart raced, filled with fear and a hidden longing.
The scene from my dream flashed before my eyes: that incredibly thick penis, moistened with Xiao Wan's love juice as lubricant, plunged into her slightly parted, bright red labia, penetrating deep inside, causing her vulva to swell slightly.
"It's getting a bit cold, how about I buy you a hat?" I asked
, somewhat bewildered. "I don't like wearing hats, but one would be fine."
She gave me a mysterious smile: "A green hat. Do you like it?" Then she laughed loudly.
I pounced on her, grabbing her neck: "You slut! I'll strangle you!"
Beneath me, her face turned purple from my grip, but her eyes were filled with pleasure.
When I released her, she gasped, "I'm a slut! I'm a whore!"
I slapped her twice more, then she pressed herself against me: "I'm very horny, I just got fucked, if you like, fuck me again!"
I pushed her onto the bed and tore open her underwear.
"Come here, my little nipples have just been played with, and here, my little hole, and the things that person left behind, you can eat them."
Hearing this, I became extremely excited and fucked her hard. Xiao Wan's vagina was also very tight, which felt incredibly good to me.
As we were going at it, for some reason, her vagina began to contract slightly, and a raging fire burned inside me: "What's wrong with you here? It's so tight, I've never felt this before." I asked her.
"Uh...uh...I've never felt this before either...it feels so good..."
"Is it because...is it because you want to go out and fool around with other men, is that it?"
"Yes, yes, I...I'm thinking...about him fucking me! Don't talk yet, please! Move faster! I'm having an orgasm! Oh! Ah!!!"
"I'll fuck you to death! You slut!"
My eyes were blazing with fire. Xiao Wan's first orgasm wasn't because of my performance, but because of her sexual fantasies of having sex with another man. Jealousy, envy, rage, immense desolation, and emptiness—my emotions went through several cycles in just a few seconds.
"Do you want him to fuck me? His dick is huge. He'll definitely fuck me to death."
"You slut, if you want to be fucked, go ahead. I don't believe he's better than me." Perhaps it was emptiness, perhaps it was expectation, perhaps it was a masochistic mentality, but I made up my mind. What will be, will be.
"Hmm, I want to try and see who can fuck me the best, okay, dear husband!"
"Go ahead, I don't want a slut like you."
"You agree?" She excitedly raised her upper body, hugged me tightly, and moaned even more wantonly.
3. The next day, after I got up, I saw that she had already gotten up and prepared breakfast for me, and brought it to my bedside. This was rare; she never cooked, and for so many years, I had always been the one serving her.
"Thank you," I said with a smile as I ate.
“From now on, I’ll serve you like this every day.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she rolled her eyes at me, her face flushed, “you’ll definitely be unhappy about being cheated on, so this is the only way I can make it up to you.”
Thinking back to last night, I felt a surge of emotion I’d never felt before. I looked at her and nodded silently.
Although we had reached an agreement, we still needed to discuss the specifics of how to proceed.
She gave me a guarantee that this wouldn’t affect our marital relationship. I tore it up. How could it not have an impact? If people found out, this guarantee would only make me lose face.
Two days later, after we finished, I asked her, "What kind of person is this colleague you mentioned? Why are you so infatuated with him? How are things between you two now?"
She blushed like a girl who had just fallen in love: "Actually, he's just an ordinary person, except he looks a bit like my college friend, and he's quite charming. I do have some feelings for him. You know, I like tall men, and he's taller than you. He's 1.8 meters." I became even more jealous, but I tried hard not to show it.
“He used to work with me in general trade, and later, because he did well, the manager promoted him to business specialist. A few days ago, to express his gratitude, he treated me to dinner. After drinking some wine, he said he really liked me. Although I firmly refused at the time, deep down, I quite liked it when a tall, somewhat charming man like him expressed his love to me.”
Then she paused and asked me probingly, “Are you jealous?”
I sighed, “I don’t get jealous for no reason. Since you’re going to sleep with him sooner or later, I’m asking you for one thing: just sleep with him these next couple of days. Don’t keep teasing me. To be honest, these days, I haven’t even been able to concentrate on work.”
She threw herself into my arms, “I… I know I’ll hurt you.” Then she cried.
I patted her back, and she whispered in my ear, “I want to sleep with him tomorrow and the day after. Just thinking about his tall body pressing down on me makes my desire burn!”
I hugged her and tried to push her onto the bed again. She laughed and pushed me away: "Don't tire yourself out. I was just teasing you a bit. Haven't you noticed? Our relationship is still pretty good, and our sex life is even more passionate. Don't deny it, men also like this kind of excitement. They just haven't realized it yet."
I nodded. She continued, "Later, he started pursuing me. I've already told you about that day. He kissed me in the elevator, and I really liked it. Then he asked me for more, and I said I couldn't betray my husband. After I said that, he was very upset, but I was even more upset, and then I hugged him. That's how our relationship went."
"So far, you haven't done anything to betray me? Really, that's all? Can you swear? Be careful, Sadako from The Ring might come looking for you."
She was really afraid of Sadako, and she lowered her head, stammering for a long time before finally saying, "I let him touch me."
"Upper body or lower body?" I asked, my erection returning.
She smiled and reached out to touch me. "I knew men liked this kind of thing too. Don't ask where I touched you, we didn't sleep together anyway."
"You know, our city is small, I'm terrified my friends will find out. It's too embarrassing."
"If we arrange things properly, no one will know. He's a very cautious person. You went on our company's spring outing last time, didn't you? He even shook your hand. He said you're a good person, and he's really conflicted, he doesn't want to hurt you."
"Hmph, doesn't want to hurt me? He already touched me, and he still says that!" I finally remembered the young man. He was tall and handsome, like a movie star. No wonder my wife liked him. If I had a daughter, I might even hope he would be my son-in-law.
Looking at her longing expression, I felt a deep sadness. Seven years of ordinary marriage, eight years of loving affection—in this world of promiscuity and indulgence, it was nothing special. A husband with a third-degree disability and a meager income barely enough to support himself was easily overlooked. It was such a common story; ordinary people like us could only go with the flow.
She seemed to suddenly understand my feelings, cupped my face in her hands, and asked, "Do you still love me?"
I pushed her hands away and shook my head.
"But I still love you, really, Wang Bing. I'm not a woman who lies. You know that." Her voice trembled slightly.
"I believe you. I mean, I don't know. Maybe love is love, it doesn't need any additional conditions?"
"What conditions?"
"Like… loyalty, chastity, faithfulness."
"That has nothing to do with love. Sex is just a physical need, at most related to feelings."
"Don't you think that's an excuse?" I was already somewhat forgiving her.
“I don’t need excuses for anything I do, you know me. All I need is your understanding, forgiveness, and unchanging love.”
I kissed her as she nestled into my arms.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her.
“He doesn’t have a place to stay either, he’s still staying in a dormitory. This city is too small, if he goes to a hotel, people will find out sooner or later.”
Hearing this, my senses, dulled by my injury, began to stir slightly, and I felt a mix of sadness and excitement. She, like a young girl in the throes of first love, no longer paid attention to these details.
“Only when we come to… come to our house,” she peeked at me, “when we come to our house.”
I said, “Our house isn’t very soundproof. If you… if you moan too loudly, people will still know.”
My wife was very excited when she heard this, already in the mood. She threw herself into my arms and murmured, “Don’t worry, we’ll turn on the TV and turn the volume up to the maximum.”
“You’re not allowed to moan loudly!”
“I… I don’t know,” her eyes became blurry as she took off her clothes, touching her two tempting, glistening breasts, “I’ll try my best to control myself. I’m just afraid I won’t be able to.”
“The best time is at night. I’ll sleep at the company and leave this place for you two adulterers.”
“Thank you.”
“He can’t play here.” I touched her perky nipples, feeling extremely jealous.
“Then how can we play?!”
“We have to use a condom. He can’t ejaculate inside.”
“He’s still a virgin. It’s his first time, so let him enjoy himself. Be generous, my dear husband!” She took off her underwear and snuggled into my arms.
"Also, when you're moaning, you can't call me 'dear husband' or 'dear brother.' You can only call me that."
"Okay, I'm going to moan anyway. He'll ravish my body all over, so moaning a couple of times won't hurt." Then, she thought for a moment, raised her face seriously, looked at me, and reminded me, "I'm serious, this isn't some story made up on those porn forums, it's something real that's about to happen, you know?!"
"I know. It's just really awkward. I wonder what you'll be like in someone else's arms?"
"Even more wanton, even more slutty." She parted her long, slender legs to welcome me.
"You two adulterers are having so much fun together, and your husband has to sleep at the company? You're so heartless!" I started thrusting in hard. Thinking about this wonderful place, about to be filled with another penis, I felt no sadness, only boundless desire. Perhaps she was right, this had nothing to do with love.
"Don't worry, I'll call your name when I'm about to lose it."
"Really?"
"I will, my dear bastard husband. Your wife is about to be played with and lost, played to death. Are you happy?"
"Yes, I'll be happy. But you have to tell me how many times he's played with and lost you!" I thrust hard into her deepest part.
"Ah, so good!! I will, I'll tell you."
4. The next night, Xiao Wan told me that she wanted to do it with him the next night and said she wanted to ask that young man to meet me in the afternoon.
"What did you say his name was?"
She rolled her eyes at me: "Your wife is about to be played with by him, and you can't even remember his name. Didn't I tell you? His name is Huang Yang."
"I disliked him the first time I met him. I always felt that he was unreliable, like a gigolo." No one can expect me to say good things about someone who is about to sleep with my wife.
"This gigolo is going to play with your wife without restraint. And, your wife is the one who let him play with her." She said to me with a smile.
"I disagree."
"Don't worry, honey, he just wants to try something new, and I promise you'll have an unexpected thrill!"
"After you're done, you have to change the sheets!" I was really concerned about this. Just imagine, my wife and that guy's wetness, and I have to be in close contact with it—how disgusting!
"Don't worry, after I'm done with him, I'll thoroughly clean myself before welcoming you in!"
Finally, after explaining everything, I could finally sleep peacefully.
The next afternoon, I was very busy at work when Xiao Wan called from home, saying, "Huang Yang is here. Come back."
I wondered, did this really need a formal meeting? I hesitated on the phone. Then a pleasant male voice came through the receiver: "Brother Wang, hello, this is Xiao Huang. Do you have time now? I think this matter is quite sensitive; could we meet first?"
I was immediately displeased. Of course you know the gravity of this matter, yet you say it's sensitive. "No, no. Do it if you want, it's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal. If you don't want to, forget it." There was silence on the other end of the line. After a while, he seemed to sigh.
I hung up
. Around 7 PM, Xiao Wan called from home, her voice cold: "Come back and sleep." Then she hung up.
When I got home, I saw only Xiao Wan; that guy was already gone. Xiao Wan's face was ashen, and she gave me a cold glare. "Come back to sleep. I'm going back to my parents' house."
"What happened?"
"You still ask? With your attitude, who would dare to do anything? He apologized repeatedly, did nothing, and left. Now you're satisfied,
aren't you?" "What am I supposed to say to him when we meet? Beg him to take my wife's body, thank him for playing with her flesh, you've worked hard?!"
"Because with marriage, you can indeed take me whenever you want, but you need to understand one thing: I am not your private property. In this world, only I have complete control over my own body. Besides you, I can choose someone else to take me. My soul is free. Wang Bing, you are a very rigid person. Living with you has made my heart almost numb. I can't continue with you. If I continue, my love for you will completely disappear, and my hatred for you will grow stronger every day."
After saying this, Xiao Wan picked up her bag and left, and I couldn't stop her. For some reason, while I felt relieved, I also felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness and desolation.
As I lay in bed, a strange thought kept running through my mind: if I had come back and met him this afternoon, what would the scene be like on this bed right now? Xiao Wan would definitely be naked, pressed down on him, or held in his arms, her delicate body trembling and her legs outstretched, the two of them passionately making love, white foam rising from the water, perhaps he had already ejaculated several times, all deep inside my wife's little pussy.
As I was thinking, I masturbated while calling Xiaowan. After the phone rang several times, she answered, "What else do you want to say? I'm going to sleep."
"Xiaowan, it was my fault. I was wrong. Come back."
"No, I'm fed up with this kind of life."
"Can you give me Huang Yang's phone number? I want to contact him. Come back now."
There was a moment of silence on the other end. "I'm afraid of you, afraid you can't take it, really, don't force yourself."
"Listen, I want you to do it in front of me, I'll accept it."
"Really?"
"This is my first time with him, I won't wear a condom." Her voice was low and menacing, as if testing my limits.
"You have to make him ejaculate inside, and don't let any of it spill out." I was about to ejaculate, and my breathing was becoming increasingly uneven.
"Are you masturbating? Don't ejaculate, wait until we're doing it in front of you, okay? I'll call him back now."
"I'll let him."
"You're so shameless! Now you're asking someone to sleep with your wife, a man's upper and lower halves are sometimes quite contradictory!"
She gave me her phone number.
I didn't hesitate any longer, dialed the number, and Huang Yang's voice came through.
At this moment, my mood calmed down a little.
"This is Brother Wang, Xiao Huang, come to my house!"
"Brother Wang, I know."
When Xiao Wan came back, Huang Yang and I had already been chatting for a while.
"Go wait in the inner room for a while. Don't rush!"
Xiao Wan stamped her foot, her face slightly flushed, and gave Huang Yang a charmingly coquettish look. She jumped up and down, pouting at me, "What nonsense are you talking about! Who's in a rush? Who's calling people so late, inviting them to play with your wife..." Being a woman after all, she was too embarrassed to continue and ran to the inner room, covering her face.
"Brother Wang, don't worry, Xiao Wan and I, now and in the future, only have desire, not love. I swear to you, I will never break you two up..." He even wants a future? This guy is greedy! I felt a little angry. I didn't know why, we had just been talking so well, but now that Xiao Wan was back, I felt uncomfortable again. I was silent for a while.
Huang Yang saw my expression, didn't say anything, offered me a cigarette, and lit one for himself as well.
A few minutes later, Xiao Wan came out, looked at us, and walked to my side: "Honey, I'm sorry. You... really want to stay?"
I nodded: "Xiao Huang, you guys go in."
Xiao Wan pulled Huang Yang into the house. At the door, she turned back and glanced at me again: "Honey, come in."
I couldn't resist Xiao Wan's charm and followed her into the house.
5. Our bedroom was really small, and the three of us standing by the bed felt a little awkward.
Xiao Wan suddenly laughed: "What's wrong? Everyone's expressions are so serious, like we're having a funeral with a dead person on the bed."
Huang Yang also laughed: "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I'm going to take your love. Are there any rules today?"
Xiao Wan punched him: "What rules? Today we're husband and wife. You decide the rules." Then she giggled and pounced on the bed.
"Brother Wang, do you have any condoms?"
"No." I said as I walked to the foot of the bed, watching Xiao Wan spread her arms and legs with a charming smile, and I started to feel aroused.
"Oh, well... don't worry, I won't ejaculate inside Xiaowan."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiaowan nodded at me: "Hey, that person, what did they agree to on the phone?"
I cursed the little slut under my breath and said to Huang Yang, "Just ejaculate inside."
Huang Yang scratched his head: "Today's events are a bit interesting. Xiaowan, didn't you say I'm your husband tonight, and I'm here to set the rules? My rule is, you stand next to Brother Wang first and take off your clothes one by one and give them to Brother Wang. Brother Wang, everyone's been letting loose today, so don't mind. In a little while, you'll bring Xiaowan naked into my arms."
"You're so mean! You're so bad!" Xiaowan could only blush and get up, walking to my side.
"Here." Xiaowan's voice was very soft. She lowered her head, unhooked her outer bra, and then threw the clothes, still warm from her body, to me, revealing her curvaceous and beautiful body.
I stared at Xiaowan in disbelief. She then slowly unhooked her bra, completely revealing her upper body. Her rosy nipples, now erect from lust, seemed to yearn for Huang Yang's caresses.
Huang Yang jokingly said, "Xiao Wan, your little nipples are so beautiful!"
Xiao Wan glanced at him and whispered, "Now, they're all yours." Then she opened her arms, waiting for Huang Yang to embrace her.
Unexpectedly, Huang Yang said, "I set a rule earlier; you have to take everything off."
Xiao Wan's cheeks flushed red: "Give my husband some face."
"Keep taking them off!" I said gruffly.
"But you said it. You'll regret it!" Xiao Wan challenged, unbuckling her belt. She usually liked wearing pants because her legs were long and shapely, making her look slender.
When she pulled down her pants, revealing her long, beautiful legs, even Huang Yang's eyes widened.
"You take off my shoes and socks," she said, smiling at me.
This was going to be the death of me. Xiao Wan usually wore black leather shoes and black socks. Her feet were very slender, and the black socks looked incredibly alluring through their sheer fabric. Xiao Wan knew that I was most fascinated by her feet. When we first got married, I swore that if I could possess those feet exclusively, it would be like owning the whole world.
I knelt down, caressing her feet as I removed her socks.
She looked down at me with a smile, subtly showing me her plump toes.
Finally, Xiao Wan looked at me defiantly, and slowly, very slowly, she took off her small panties. She held them in her hand, waved them at me, and then suddenly covered my face with them. The smell was intoxicating!
"Give me to him. Beg him to possess me," Xiao Wan said to me in a trembling voice. I picked up the light and graceful Xiao Wan. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "Go to the outer room. The sounds will be more exciting. I swear to you." I nodded.
At that moment, Huang Yang also quickly removed all his clothes and took Xiao Wan from me.
As the door behind me closed, I felt an indescribable pain and a complex feeling that was hard to put into words. The lingering scent and warmth of Xiaowan's body on my hands felt like her last feelings for the world as she lay dying, so precious! I kissed my hands while tears streamed down my face, my lower body already unbearably hard.
"Honey, Brother Huang is touching me. Hmm...you're so naughty, you can't, how can you touch me there?"
"What place is that?"
"My little nipples, you're teasing them so itchy, so hard...hmm, no, you're touching and sucking at the same time, I can't take it anymore."
"No, you can't touch there, that's my forbidden zone, ah, it feels so good! I'm coming! Honey, I'm coming."
"No, don't touch my little clitoris, my husband has never played like this before, it feels so good, hurry, hurry up, I'm going to die!"
"It's inside, I'm yours now! Your big cock, so hard, so thick, so hot!"
"It's so deep! Honey, dear brother, my little dear brother, I'm going to be fucked to death by you!"
I listened while masturbating. In my hallucination, Xiao Wan's moans seemed to pierce through the walls of her body, echoing repeatedly in the air above this city of desire, a blatant expression of female lust.
When she was about to climax, she really called out my name: "I'm about to give it to him, I'm his! I'm going to give it to him, I'm going to die, deeper...! You bastard, come in."
I pushed open the door and went in. Xiao Wan was lying on the headboard like a female dog, her hands gripping the back of the bed. Huang Yang was holding her waist, their genitals tightly connected. Xiao Wan's moans were gradually weakening, her head drooping limply, but her smooth, fragrant buttocks were still struggling in their death throes, swaying involuntarily against Huang Yang's hips.
Only after Huang Yang thrust in several more times with great effort did Xiao Wan cry out again, "I felt it, your... semen... all came in, spreading into my flower... oh... so good!"
Then she turned her head, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and glistening with sweat, looking at me and saying, "Husband, I feel so good."
Huang Yang slowly pulled out his dripping penis. In the dim light, several strands of clear love fluid were still dangling from the head of his penis, connected to Xiao Wan's red vulva.
Xiao Wan rolled over, leaning wearily against Huang Yang's chest, letting him caress her tenderly. Her skin flushed, and she moaned softly. Her full, proud body seemed unable to withstand the ravages of lovemaking; the afterglow of her orgasm lingered, and she was still trembling slightly. Her recently swollen areolas were slowly fading, and her long, snow-white thighs were bent, one pressed against the other. From the sparse green pubic hair at the base of her thighs, spurts of white semen oozed from her swollen vulva, flowing down her thighs onto the sheets. The room was filled with a faint, fishy smell.
Huang Yang looked at me: "Brother Wang, come on."
I quickly took off my clothes and got into bed. Xiao Wan glanced at me with seductive eyes, covering her mouth and chuckling: "You don't mind, do you? The sheets are covered in what he and I left behind, and there's still a lot here! Or should I go wash it off?" She pointed to her slightly swollen vulva, still wet with her love juices.
"Little Huang, why don't you go back first? You're welcome to come again later." As soon as I finished speaking, I realized I'd made a grammatical error. Xiao Wan laughed heartily.
"Go ahead, Brother Huang. You're welcome to come and play with me again later." Xiao Wan waved to him.
After Huang Yang left, Xiao Wan threw herself into my arms again, looking up at me and asking, "Husband, do you hate me?"
"No, I don't hate you. You said before that it has nothing to do with love." There was another sentence I didn't say: Xiao Wan, this has nothing to do with you personally either. In this strange and terrifying era, lust, money, ego, and indulgence shine brighter and brighter than ever. We've all participated in their worship, and this isn't anyone's fault.
"Husband, I love you so much. I just had three orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Please don't hate me. Why can't a woman have two men at the same time? My love for you hasn't diminished at all; it's increased tenfold."
I hugged Xiao Wan tightly, my hand touching her wet, sticky buttocks. I raised my hand to smell them—they were so tantalizing! I knew these things were what caused me to lose a pure and loving wife forever, but at the same time, I suddenly understood something: rather than accepting her emotional estrangement, I would rather accept her physical impurity.
"Not all the fluid left yet?" I looked down at Xiao Wan's vulva; a few strands of white love fluid remained on her labia minora. Xiao Wan, seeing how closely I was looking, was mortified.
I straightened my hard penis and slowly inserted it.
Her vulva was incredibly hot, slippery, and sticky. As I went deeper, the fluids from Huang Yang and Xiao Wan flowed all over my penis. With the help of this lubricant, I easily reached Xiao Wan's deepest point.
Xiao Wan cried out, "Oh!"
Under the stimulation and envelopment of that hot flow, my penis felt incredibly comfortable and firm.
Xiao Wan winked and gave me a mischievous smile: "How was it? Pretty comfortable, right?"
I yelled and ejaculated in just two seconds.
Six months later, Huang Yang left the company, and Xiao Wan and I finally returned to our normal lives. Xiao Wan had sex with him no less than fifty times. Several times she didn't use a condom. Finally, she became pregnant with his child. I really wanted to keep the baby, but Xiao Wan secretly had an abortion without my consent. Then she started applying to go abroad, and at her insistence, I divorced her.
Afterwards, I achieved some success in my career and found a pretty girl named Xiao Ling. She was very lively, which perfectly complemented my dull personality. After some time, I remarried.
Chapter Two: A Brain Teaser
1. At my wedding with Xiao Ling, a friend got drunk and loudly said to me, "Brother Wang, everyone says you and Xiao Ling aren't a good match."
Then everyone burst into laughter. It's one
thing that I'm not tall, but the pressure of my career and the ups and downs in my life over the past few years have made me look like I'm almost forty, not 34. "Just consider it as me adopting a daughter," I said to everyone with a self-deprecating laugh.
Xiaoling was petite and delicate, about 1.6 meters tall, with a dignified yet charming appearance. She had a small, oval face and two captivating, large eyes that were incredibly alluring. Her sharp, arched eyebrows gave her a spirited look; you could easily believe she was eighteen or nineteen.
Xiaoling smiled at everyone and said, "Husband and Dad." She nestled close to me, looking incredibly endearing.
After we got married, I quit my job and started my own company. Business was incredibly busy, and for a period (about two months), I was almost never home. Xiaoling would invite a group of classmates and friends over to have fun at our house. One time when I came home, one of her classmates who was temporarily staying at my place asked in surprise who I was, wondering if I had the wrong house.
Because of these things, I felt guilty, but Xiaoling was very understanding: "Honey, just focus on your big career. I really understand you and support you completely. Earn more money so that if we have children, they can learn piano and dance, and go to high school abroad. All of that requires money."
I nodded silently, unsure how to tell her: I'd secretly had tests done, and I had a congenital infertility condition; I couldn't have children.
A year later, my company finally got on track and was operating smoothly. I found a good assistant and could return to my family.
Twice-weekly sex, our sweet nothings felt like the calendar wasn't turning over day by day, but week by week, month by month. I realized I had a psychological problem: I'd lost interest in normal sex (even with the same positions). Xiaoling's interest in it also gradually faded. We tried some methods, made some changes and adjustments, but nothing worked.
I wonder if it's because of the age gap. I'm really not interested in her topics, and I'm quite a closed-off and self-centered person. She tried to change me, from popular interests and fashion topics to everyday life and family
matters. It seems like everything she did was full of charm, but when I got my hands on it, it became laughable, embarrassing, and boring. In the end, I didn't achieve the effect she wanted. Then, a small thing happened unexpectedly that ultimately changed our lives.
2. That night, we made love, and Xiaoling went to bed early. After showering, I suddenly felt like I was dying, wondering what the point of living was. Was that what I called love? It was more like a couple's workout, utterly meaningless. Who says that a simple life is the best? Bullshit!
I couldn't help but recall my experiences with Xiaowan. Sometimes she would ask me to sleep at her company, and when things got really passionate, she would call me so I could hear their lovemaking. She would also let me eavesdrop, or we'd have a threesome. By the end of the night, we were all exhausted.
Thinking about it, I started masturbating.
Just as we were getting to the point, the door suddenly opened, and Xiaoling and I stared at each other, both of us speechless!
"Husband, why are you like this? Am I not satisfying you?" Xiaoling wiped away my saliva and asked softly, looking down at me.
"No, you misunderstood. You can satisfy me."
"Then why?"
"I don't know, I just feel... I feel this kind of life is too... something's not right."
"What do you mean, too... something's not right? I don't understand what you mean. Are you thinking of going out for some casual sex?"
"No, that's not what I mean. I don't really like that; it's decadent. I mean, don't you feel that way? When we first got married, we were both interested, and life was quite lively. But lately, day after day, repeating the same scenes, doing the same positions, how do you feel?"
"That's life. What more do you want?"
I was speechless.
"Hey, when you were doing that... just now, were you thinking about some beautiful woman? I've heard that when people masturbate, they have an imaginary sexual partner, or they imagine certain scenarios."
"Um, well, I wasn't thinking about anyone." I was embarrassed and wanted to avoid the topic.
“Tell me, who are you thinking about? Maybe I can help you. Let’s play some role-playing games, that would be fun.”
I couldn’t resist Xiaoling’s insistence, so I told her, “This is a very dirty and obscene story that’s not suitable for children. It might not be good for you if you hear it.”
Xiaoling immediately became interested. She twisted in my arms, her smooth upper body bare, “I want to hear it!”
I regretted it as soon as I opened my mouth. How could I tell her something like this? In her eyes, I have always been a successful, dignified, and morally self-disciplined man. What would she think of me?!
“…You really are like that!” After hearing this, Xiaoling’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Oh my god, you’re so pitiful, baby! That pair of scoundrels! That Xiaowan, she deserved it!” She hugged my head, tears welling up in her eyes, making me both laugh and cry: it’s true what they say: You are not a fish, how can you know the fish’s joy? I could only quietly explain to her some of my special feelings.
After hearing my detailed description, Xiaoling spat several times, her face flushed red, and she began to pant.
"You men are so shameless! And your ex-wife, that little slut! I would rather die than do that!" "
That's not necessarily true. Maybe one day, you'll be lying here naked, being played with by another man!"
Hearing my passionate words, Xiaoling's eyes burned with desire: "I'll only let you touch me. Only you can play with me in this world! Come on, let's do it now!" She pulled down her panties with one hand and began to undo my bra with the other.
Half an hour later, she asked me about it again: "Why did you divorce her? Didn't you like these kinds of romantic escapades?"
"Her and I were introduced, so our relationship wasn't very solid. Unlike you and me, it was love at first sight, mutual affection."
"I don't believe you. I've seen her picture; she's very beautiful. Your biggest flaw is that you can't lie to women, I know. At least you love her as much as you love me. I don't know who your true love is." Xiaoling sounded a little sour.
"Actually, her pregnancy and subsequent abortion were just an excuse for my divorce. That's all I can say, because she's not the kind of woman who settles down. She's the kind of person destined to wander her whole life. Do you know where she is now? She's already obtained permanent residency in Panama, but who knows, maybe in less than six months, she'll be drifting to Africa again."
I knew in my heart who my true love was. She wasn't a kite; she was the wind itself. You couldn't hold her back. She was ethereal and otherworldly.
"I understand. You divorce her not only to free yourself, but also to free her."
Afterwards, to please me, Xiaoling started a role-playing game with me in bed.
"Husband, ah, you're not my husband, who are you? How did you get on my bed! Get away, don't touch me! Oh, husband, help! No, you can't do this, you're not allowed to touch me there, I'm very sensitive. Husband, where are you? He's about to enter me, oh, my little petals are already open, I'm starting to get wet, oh, um... I beg you, please don't go in, really, I can't betray my husband,"
she truly got into character and began to struggle desperately, but at the same time, she was also getting very wet.
"No, you can only stay inside for a little while, you can't move. Oh, it feels so good, you're so big, even bigger than my husband. You can only move a little bit, you can't move too much, because, because, if you move like that, I'll lose control. Oh, it feels so good, move, I beg you to move, just don't ejaculate inside, ah! It's so deep, you're going to kill me, I've given you everything today, I... a little deeper, before my husband comes back, do whatever you want. Ah, you've made me lose myself, you've messed up my heart, I'm going to die! Ejaculate inside, I want to get pregnant with a wild man's child, so powerful, ah..."
She really liked this game, but I felt it wasn't enough, after all, Xiaowan had given me too much stimulation.
I asked her if we could bring real-life characters into our play, she blushed: "Are you kidding me! That will cause trouble!"
"What kind of trouble?" I felt there was potential.
She pinched me hard: "I won't! Whether it's a friend or a colleague, how can you be so shameless!" She's not stupid!
3. For a while, I made almost no progress on how to help my wife have an affair. She firmly rejected any suggestions I made on this matter, saying, "I'm not a woman like Xiaowan, I only know how to love my husband!"
Later, I thought of a way. After several attempts, I entered her OICQ (her password was actually my birthday). I had several OICQ friends online, two of whom were men: one was a man in his late twenties who worked in sports, and the other was a young boy about her age.
I created my own OICQ account and contacted them. The older man was very impatient with me: "I don't chat with men." I spent a lot of time explaining my intentions to him. The young boy was quite nice and chatted with me a lot.
The older man's online nickname was Old Cat. He was a widower, used to be a track and field athlete, and now a middle school physical education teacher. He had a lot of social experience and was a real old lecher. According to him, Xiaoling took the initiative to contact him and start chatting. I'm starting to believe that Xiaoling does have a bit of a father complex and prefers to interact with more mature people.
He said they chatted almost every few days, talking about all sorts of random things, cracking rambling jokes. Xiaoling enjoyed talking to him and thought he had a great sense of humor.
Xiaoling even sent him a picture of herself in a business suit with her hair styled in a bun, and he told me, "You're lucky. Your wife is very beautiful."
I asked him, "Have you ever thought about sleeping with her?" After a few minutes, he replied, "I tried. I wanted to ask her out, but she absolutely refused. She loves you very much."
Then he asked me what I meant. I said, "If you want to sleep with her, I can help you."
He said, "Can't you?"
I said, "It's not a problem in that area, it's a mental one. Or maybe it's not even a problem, just that my tastes are too peculiar."
He took several minutes to answer me: "I'm very good in that area, I've slept with no less than a hundred women, but your wife is too delicate and too young. If you want me to sleep with her, I'm afraid she can't handle it. Besides, it also depends on her own willingness, which is a big problem." I told him that I would find a way to solve this problem, but our contact had to be kept absolutely secret, and Xiaoling absolutely couldn't find out.
The little boy named Afei (this name really doesn't sound very good) was a junior from the same school as Xiaoling. I talked to him a lot. He seemed to be me ten years ago, full of enthusiasm and full of mystery about women, especially married women, whom he longed for. His sexual history was very short, only twice with his ex-girlfriend. I only asked him if he was interested in a threesome, and I immediately got a passionate response.
During this time, Xiaoling and I continued our sex life as usual. Perhaps women are born with a love for acting; she never tires of this role-playing game and thoroughly enjoys it. I, however, find it increasingly difficult, and I'm always afraid I won't be able to perform before each encounter.
I've analyzed the risks of her having an affair and don't think they're very high. I know she loves me very much and firmly believes she won't betray me emotionally. Financially, she's quit her job and is now completely dependent on me. I recently bought her a car, and she sometimes likes to drive around alone.
I hadn't contacted Lao Mao and Afei for a while. Then one time, Lao Mao happened to be online, and I asked him how things were going with Xiaoling. Lao Mao told me something that shocked me. One day, he directly asked Xiaoling, in a concerned tone, how her sex life was. Xiaoling unabashedly told him some of our most private matters. I felt a pang of jealousy. After he noticed, he comforted me, saying that she actually saw him as a shadow, not a real person.
I asked him how his plan to seduce my wife was going, and he replied, "This is probably the most absurd thing I've ever experienced. My wife is beautiful and loyal to me, while I'm constantly thinking about being cuckolded. I advise you to give up on that idea. I'm supposed to be the most experienced in this area, and I've thought this would work from the beginning, but so far, there's been no progress."
Later, I came up with a plan. I arranged to meet Afei. I had a good impression of him; he was a clean-cut and well-mannered young man. I discussed my plan with him. When I got back, I told Xiaoling, "I met a young man at work who graduated from your school. His name is something like that, his major is something like that, his age is something like that," etc. Xiaoling didn't react at first, but after thinking for a while, she said, "Maybe he's one of my online friends. The situation you described is similar to the boy I met."
I pretended to be surprised and said, "Seriously, I'm inviting him to my house for dinner tomorrow. It'll be a good opportunity for us to meet." She felt a little awkward, saying that since we chatted a lot online, meeting in person would be a bit embarrassing. I said, "What are the chances?"
The next evening, that Afei came to my door. He knew my intentions, and after asking Xiaoling a few questions about her background, he got to the point, saying, "Aren't you my online senior sister?" Xiaoling laughed, and we exchanged nicknames, all saying, "What a small world!"
Xiaoling was still a little nervous in front of me. I learned from Afei that he had already tried to contact Xiaoling online, and although she had rejected him, she had maintained contact with him, so naturally she felt a little awkward now.
Around 10 PM, after seeing Afei off, we made love that night. I forced Xiaoling to fantasize that Afei was her lover. Xiaoling's face turned as red as the sunset. At first, she refused to let Afei be her sexual fantasy object, but when I stripped off her clothes and started licking her private parts, she broke down: "It's impossible, no, you can't do this, I have a husband, I'm very pure."
I said, "I've been trying to hook up with you online for a while, and now your husband has given me a chance. I must satisfy you, and he likes it too."
She weakly raised her head, her eyes flashing with lust: "How did you contact my husband?"
"Never mind that," I replied, "You smell so good here."
She was extremely pleased with my service, her limbs tightly wrapped around me: "Fuck me."
I asked her, "Who will fuck you?"
She sighed: "Let Afei fuck me, I agree."
I was overjoyed. That night, I was divinely inspired, exploring Xiaoling's vagina again and again. She kept calling my name, and also Afei's name.
Near the climax, I asked her, "Do you agree to let Afei's semen enter your vagina?"
She cried out, "Yes, yes, let him fuck me, I want his cock inside me."
4. The next day, when I brought it up with her, she blushed and pretended not to remember what we'd said the night before. I smiled, knowing we were close to success.
I invited Afei again, and the three of us went to the countryside. She was very shy, bashful around Afei. Later, during the picnic, I gestured for Afei to sit closer to her. At first, she avoided me, but later she silently allowed him to sit next to her (almost shoulder to shoulder). Afei and I chatted happily, while her face burned like fire, and she barely said a word. Later, Afei told me that he had secretly touched her hand, and she let him.
I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot, so that very evening I relayed Afei's invitation to dinner to her. She lowered her head, said nothing, and went straight back to her bedroom to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. I followed her in, hugged her, and asked, "What's your decision?" She countered with, "Do you really think love and lust can be separated?" I looked into her eyes and nodded. She smiled and said that she actually thought so too. She told me that no matter what happened, she asked me to believe in her love for me. I was incredibly excited, knowing that guy's penis was about to enter my wife's little hole.
Then she said shyly to me, "When do you want me to do 'that' with him?" I said, "That's up to you." She blushed and gritted her teeth, saying, "I can't let that brat have his way so easily. Although I'll become his food sooner or later, I still need to give him a little more time. I won't give it to him tonight."
I nodded in agreement. That night, she deliberately dressed beautifully, wearing very little: a skirt that didn't go past her knees, long, thin stockings that accentuated her slender legs, and a silk dress that partially revealed her breasts. Her waist was so slender it seemed you could hold it in your hand, and her small, alluring feet were visible in black high heels. I was completely mesmerized.
She admired herself for a moment, then blushed when she saw me staring at her like that. She whispered, "It's a bit revealing, isn't it? Should I change?" I shook my head. Then she hugged me and murmured, "Tonight I'm going to let him take advantage of me. Wait for me at home, I'll tell you."
I was incredibly excited: "Don't be shy. If it's too late... and you're not coming back, call me first."
She pushed me away, her face all coquettish, and said, "Get lost. I won't sleep with anyone so soon. I'll be back at ten." Then she gave me a deep kiss and left.
I don't know how I spent those few hours, my mind filled with fantasies: How did she and he kiss? Would she let him touch her nipples? Her body was so sensitive; what if he aroused her and she slept with him that night?
She hadn't returned by ten o'clock, and I was so excited I almost wanted to masturbate. Finally, at eleven-thirty, she came back. She opened the door, glanced at me, and stood there with her head down like a little girl who had done something wrong.
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. As soon as she entered, she started to undress. After I laid her down on the bed, I undressed myself, caressing her while questioning her closely.
Actually, I didn't need to ask; her lipstick was completely gone. She must have kissed him. Her rosy, erect nipples, standing firm, must have been caressed by someone else as well.
I asked her, "What did he do to you?"
She smiled and shook her head: "He kissed me, touched me. Nothing else."
"How did he kiss you? How did he touch you?"
"He kissed me first, and then I put my tongue in his mouth and let him taste it slowly. Then he tried to unhook my bra, he was quite eager. I didn't let him at first, but later I agreed."
"How did he touch you?"
"Well, I won't tell you! I'm so wet down there, I want to make love to you."
I wasn't satisfied, so I asked Afei again, and what he told me was much more interesting.
That day, Xiaoling came to his house, and he first invited her to drink. They chatted a lot, and sitting on the sofa, he slowly started to hug Xiaoling. Xiaoling let him hug her, and then they started kissing mouth to mouth.
According to him, Xiaoling was quite proactive afterward, and even when he tightly pinched and pulled and rubbed her nipples, she let him do as he pleased, almost collapsing on the sofa. Then he half-pressed down on Xiaoling, their genitals pressed tightly together. He pulled down his underwear, his erect penis pressing against Xiaoling's almost soaked underwear, causing her to gasp for breath. But when he tried to take things further, Xiaoling refused him.
Afterwards, I asked Xiaoling what her plans were for their relationship, and when she intended to have sex with him. Xiaoling smiled and said, "I don't know, I want to get to know him better."
Then she suggested that since her relationship with Afei hadn't reached the point of sex, I shouldn't ask, otherwise she would feel very nervous. I nodded in agreement.
So, she met with Afei seven or eight times in a month. Every time she came back, we made love passionately, but I didn't ask her about the physical contact she had with Afei. My imagination ran wild. Sometimes I wondered, since she came back so late, was he undressing her completely and holding her in his arms, playing with her until she moaned? Sometimes she would come back and change clothes; had he ejaculated on her clothes, or had she ingested his semen?
5. Finally, another half month passed. One night, after making love, she blushed and said to me, "Honey, I want to do it with him."
"Did you want to, or did he bring it up?" My heart was pounding in my chest.
"It's...it's what I wanted. Actually, I almost lost control the last few times. He stripped me naked and licked almost my entire body. I...I even let him put his penis at the entrance of my vagina and rub it around. I've come several times because of him. I just couldn't take it anymore..."
She was almost inaudible as she spoke. I was extremely excited: "You little slut, why didn't you tell me?"
"You told me to be slutty! I'm a woman too. I've already restrained myself enough to keep my purity for you!"
"Should we use a condom tonight?" I both hoped she would take a step back and hold onto her last line of defense, and at the same time, I hoped she could be completely wild tonight, letting him plunder her territory, enjoy her beautiful flesh, and pour his semen deep into her flower!
She pulled out a condom and waved it in front of me, blushing, looking incredibly cute: "This is my most private place, only you have the right to do this!" I was both pleased and slightly disappointed.
She then went back to the inner room to change, and I followed her in. We smiled at each other, and I almost couldn't resist having sex with her right away, but she pushed me away, saying, "I've already done my hair."
Then she found a new dress and took off the one she was wearing. I looked at her exposed, shapely, long, white legs and felt an indescribable pity: tonight, those legs would be lifted up by someone else, or wrapped around someone else's waist, with the inner thighs pressed tightly against another big cock, welcoming someone else's penetration!
Then she smiled shyly and asked me, "What underwear should I wear?"
I panted and told her, "The one with the small blue floral pattern."
She snuggled into my arms and murmured, "Okay, when I come back, I'll bring that underwear back, you'll definitely like the smell!" Then she took off all her clothes and put on my favorite little panties.
Seeing me staring intently at her beautiful panties, she seemed to know my thoughts, sighed softly, and said to me, "Tonight, someone else will take it off for you. But, what can you do when you like this kind of game, baby?"
"Will you come back tonight?" Of course, I hoped she would come back, but she just smiled and made a funny face: "Tonight is someone's first night of cheating, I want a complete night."
That night, she really didn't come back. At eleven o'clock, I thought Xiaoling's body might have completely surrendered, and her tight little hole might have a new customer. I couldn't help but have sex with her. At two o'clock, I thought she might have already given him several orgasms, so I had sex with her again.
Sometime in the night, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and heard Xiaoling say in a hoarse voice, "Honey, a brain teaser, can you hear what this sound is?" Then I heard a series of splashing sounds from inside, and I could also hear Xiaoling moaning in the distance. I held the receiver in one hand and started masturbating with the other.
"Was it good? Did you guess it? There's a prize if you guessed right!" After a while, Xiaoling's voice came through again.
"It's the sound of him fucking you, the sound of his cock going into your little hole!"
"Okay, I'll give you a prize."
Then I heard Xiaoling whisper to him, "It's that position, you hold me, and do it again."
Then I heard obvious sounds of flesh hitting flesh; I knew it was the sound of his testicles hitting Xiaoling's genitals. After a while, the rhythm of the sound slowed down noticeably, but Xiaoling's moans grew louder: "No, no, my husband is still listening, it's too deep, oh... don't tease my nipples, oh, don't rub my clitoris like that, I'm almost losing my soul! It's so beautiful!"
Half a minute later, Xiaoling screamed, "Husband, I'm losing it, I'm losing it with him." That was her prize for me. I ejaculated again.
By nine o'clock in the morning, Xiaoling still hadn't returned. I knew she must have been played with by him again. She didn't get home until the afternoon, staggering all the way. When she saw me, she covered her face.
I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed: "Tell me, how did he do that to you?"
She snuggled into my arms, half-heartedly saying, "That's how it was," but I pressed on, "How did it feel?"
She giggled, "Of course, having an affair is still very exciting. To describe it in one word, it's exhilarating."
"And what about him?"
Xiaoling rolled her eyes at me, "Is that even a question? He's ravished me inside and out, tried every position imaginable. He's played with me while I'm held, I'm sitting on his lap, face to face, kissing him while he penetrates me, there's also the doggy style, and the side-lying style."
"You just let him do that?" I felt a surge of jealousy.
She chuckled, "More than that, I even reciprocated his advances."
I was extremely excited and began to attack her. As she reciprocated, she took out her small blue floral panties and waved them in front of my face, "Honey, smell them, this is the fluid we produced together, kiss it!" I smelled a sour scent, and upon closer inspection, there were yellow and white stains, truly a trail of lewdness.
"Which position do you enjoy the most when he's having sex with you?"
Xiaoling gasped loudly, "Of course, it's face-to-face, hugging him, that's the best!"
"Why?"
"Face-to-face, kissing him, offering my tongue for him to taste, and he keeps transferring his saliva into my mouth, teasing my nipples until they're itching, and his penis is inside me, thick and big, so tingly and numb, it feels like he's completely possessing my body and soul!"
"That's a position I've never tried before, you little slut, are you enjoying it? How many times have you come?"
"More than when I'm with you," Xiaoling shouted, her body trembling as she began to reach her climax.
"When you're having sex with him, do you think of your husband?"
"I think of you masturbating alone, your poor little penis with nowhere to go, that little hole that should be yours being used by someone else again and again, lost again and again! He's had mine, and I've had his. Let me tell you, your wife has almost no virginity!"
As she spoke, tears began to stream down her face. I sped up and finally ejaculated.
4. The next day, when I brought this up with her, she blushed and pretended not to remember what we'd said the night before. I smiled, knowing I was close to success.
I invited Afei out again, and the three of us went to the countryside. She was very shy and bashful around Afei. Later, during the picnic, I gestured for Afei to sit closer to her. At first, she avoided me, but then she silently let Afei sit next to her (almost shoulder to shoulder). Afei and I chatted happily, while her face burned like fire, and she barely said a word. Later, Afei told me that he had secretly touched her hand, and she let him.
I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot, so that very evening I relayed Afei's invitation to dinner to her. She lowered her head, said nothing, and went straight back to her bedroom to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. I followed her in, hugged her, and asked, "What's your decision?" She countered with, "Do you really think love and lust can be separated?" I looked into her eyes and nodded. She smiled and said that she actually thought so too. She told me that no matter what happened, she asked me to believe in her love for me. I was incredibly excited, knowing that guy's penis was about to enter my wife's little hole.
Then she said shyly to me, "When do you want me to do 'that' with him?" I said, "That's up to you." She blushed and gritted her teeth, saying, "I can't let that brat have his way so easily. Although I'll become his food sooner or later, I still need to give him a little more time now. I won't give it to him tonight."
I nodded in agreement. That night, she deliberately dressed beautifully, wearing very little: a skirt that didn't go past her knees, long, thin stockings that accentuated her slender legs, and a silk dress that partially revealed her breasts. Her waist was slender and delicate, and her small, alluring feet were visible in black high heels. I was mesmerized.
She admired herself for a moment, then blushed when she saw me staring at her like that. She whispered, "It's a bit revealing, isn't it? Should I change?" I shook my head. Then she hugged me and murmured, "I'm going to let him take advantage of me tonight. Wait for me at home, and I'll tell you."
I was incredibly excited: "Don't be shy. If it's too late... and you're not coming back, call me first."
She pushed me away, her face full of coquettish charm, and said, "Go away. I won't sleep with anyone so soon. I'll be back at ten." Then she gave me a deep kiss and left.
I don't know how I spent those few hours, my mind filled with fantasies: How did she and he kiss? Would she let him touch her nipples? Her body is very sensitive; what if he aroused her and she slept with him that night?
She hadn't returned by ten o'clock, and I was so excited I almost wanted to masturbate. Finally, at eleven-thirty, she came back. She opened the door, glanced at me, and stood there with her head down, like a little girl who had done something wrong.
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. As soon as she entered, she started undressing. After laying her down on the bed, I undressed myself, caressing her while questioning her closely.
Actually, I didn't need to ask; her lipstick was completely gone. She must have kissed him. Her rosy, erect nipples, standing firm, must have also been caressed by someone else.
I asked her, "What did he do to you?"
She smiled and shook her head: "He kissed me, touched me. Nothing else."
"How did he kiss you? How did he touch you?"
"He kissed me first, and then I put my tongue in his mouth and let him taste it slowly. Then he tried to unhook my bra, he was quite eager. I didn't let him at first, but later I agreed."
"How did he touch you?"
"Well, I won't tell you! I'm so wet down there, I want to make love to you."
I wasn't satisfied, so I asked Afei again, and what he told me was much more interesting.
That day, Xiaoling came to his house, and he first invited her to drink. They chatted a lot, and sitting on the sofa, he slowly started to hug Xiaoling. Xiaoling let him hug her, and then they started kissing mouth to mouth.
According to him, Xiaoling was quite proactive afterward, and even when he tightly pinched and pulled and rubbed her nipples, she let him do as he pleased, almost collapsing on the sofa. Then he half-pressed down on Xiaoling, their genitals pressed tightly together. He pulled down his underwear, his erect penis pressing against Xiaoling's almost soaked underwear, causing her to gasp for breath. But when he tried to take things further, Xiaoling refused him.
Afterwards, I asked Xiaoling what her plans were for their relationship, and when she intended to have sex with him. Xiaoling smiled and said, "I don't know, I want to get to know him better."
Then she suggested that since her relationship with Afei hadn't reached the point of sex, I shouldn't ask, otherwise she would feel very nervous. I nodded in agreement.
So, she met with Afei seven or eight times in a month. Every time she came back, we made love passionately, but I didn't ask her about the physical contact she had with Afei. My imagination ran wild. Sometimes I wondered, since she came back so late, was he undressing her completely and holding her in his arms, playing with her until she moaned? Sometimes she would come back and change clothes; had he ejaculated on her clothes, or had she ingested his semen?
5. Finally, another half month passed. One night, after we made love, she blushed and said to me, "Honey, I want to do it with him."
"Did you want to, or did he bring it up?" My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
"Yes...it was my idea. Actually, I almost lost control the last few times. He stripped me naked and licked almost my entire body. I...I even let him put his penis at my little hole and rub it around. I've lost control for him several times already, I just couldn't take it anymore..."
She trailed off, her voice barely audible. I was incredibly excited: "You little slut, why didn't you tell me?"
"You told me to be slutty! I'm a woman too. This kind of reaction...I've tried my best to keep my purity for you, I've already restrained myself enough!"
"Tonight, should we wear a condom?" I secretly hoped she would back down and hold onto her last bastion, but I also hoped she would completely let loose tonight, letting me plunder her territory, enjoy her beautiful flesh, and pour my semen deep into her flower!
She took out a condom and waved it in front of me, blushing, looking incredibly cute: "This is my most private place, only you have that right!" I was both happy and slightly disappointed.
She then went back to the inner room to change her clothes. I followed her in, and we smiled at each other. I almost couldn't resist the urge to have sex with her right away, but she pushed me away, saying, "I've already done my hair."
Then she found a new dress and took off the one she was wearing. I looked at her long, shapely legs, which were as white as jade, and felt an indescribable pity: tonight, those legs would be lifted up by someone else, or wrapped around someone else's waist, with the inner thighs pressed tightly against another big cock, welcoming someone else's penetration!
Then she smiled shyly and asked me, "What underwear should I wear?"
I panted and told her, "The one with the small blue floral pattern."
She snuggled into my arms and murmured, "Okay, when I come back, I'll bring that underwear back. You'll definitely like the smell!" Then she took off all her clothes and put on my favorite little panties.
Seeing me staring intently at her beautiful panties, she seemed to know my thoughts, sighed softly, and said to me, "Tonight, someone else will take them off for you. But, what can I do? You like this kind of game, baby."
"Will you come back tonight?" Of course, I hoped she would come back, but she just smiled and made a funny face: "Tonight is someone's first night of cheating, I want a complete night."
That night, she really didn't come back. At eleven o'clock, I thought Xiaoling's body might have completely surrendered, and her tight little hole might have a new customer. I couldn't help but have sex with her. At two o'clock, I thought she might have already given him several orgasms, so I had sex with her again.
Sometime in the night, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and heard Xiaoling say in a hoarse voice, "Honey, a brain teaser, can you hear what this sound is?" Then I heard a series of splashing sounds from inside, and I could also hear Xiaoling moaning in the distance. I held the receiver in one hand and started masturbating with the other.
"Was it good? Did you guess it? There's a prize if you guessed right!" After a while, Xiaoling's voice came through again.
"It's the sound of him fucking you, the sound of his cock going into your little hole!"
"Okay, I'll give you a prize."
Then I heard Xiaoling whisper to him, "It's that position, you hold me, and do it again."
Then I heard obvious sounds of flesh hitting flesh; I knew it was the sound of his testicles hitting Xiaoling's genitals. After a while, the rhythm of the sound slowed down noticeably, but Xiaoling's moans grew louder: "No, no, my husband is still listening, it's too deep, oh... don't tease my nipples, oh, don't rub my clitoris like that, I'm almost losing my soul! It's so beautiful!"
Half a minute later, Xiaoling screamed, "Husband, I'm losing it, I'm losing it with him." That was her prize for me. I ejaculated again.
By nine o'clock in the morning, Xiaoling still hadn't returned. I knew she must have been played with by him again. It wasn't until the afternoon that she staggered home. When she saw me, she covered her face.
I picked her up and threw her onto the bed: "Tell me, how did he play with you?"
She snuggled into my arms, half-heartedly agreeing, "Well, like that," and I pressed further, "How did it feel?"
She giggled: "Of course, having an affair is still very exciting. To describe it in one word, it's awesome."
"And him?"
Xiaoling rolled her eyes at me. "Is that even a question? He ravished me inside and out, used every position imaginable. He held me and played with me, made me sit on his lap, face to face, kissing and penetrating me, doggy style, side-lying style."
"You just let him do that?" I felt a surge of jealousy.
She chuckled softly, "More than that, I even went along with him while he was doing it to me."
I was thrilled and started to attack her. As she went along with me, she took out her little blue floral panties and waved them in front of my face, "Honey, smell them, this is the fluid we produced together, kiss it!" I smelled a sour scent, and upon closer inspection, I saw yellow and white stains on them, truly a picture of wantonness.
"Which position do you enjoy the most when he's having sex with you?"
Xiaoling gasped loudly, "Of course, it's face-to-face, hugging him, that's the best!"
"Why?"
"Face-to-face, kissing him, offering my tongue for him to taste, and he keeps transferring his saliva into my mouth, teasing my nipples until they're itching, and his penis is inside me, thick and big, so tingly and numb, it feels like he's completely possessing my body and soul!"
"That's a position I've never tried before, you little slut, are you enjoying it? How many times have you come?"
"More than when I'm with you," Xiaoling shouted, her body trembling as she began to reach her climax.
"When you're having sex with him, do you think of your husband?"
"I think of you masturbating alone, your poor little dick with nowhere to go, that little hole that should be yours being used by someone else again and again, lost again and again! He's had mine, and I've had his. Let me tell you, your wife is practically virgin everywhere!"
As she spoke, tears began to stream down her face. I sped up and finally ejaculated.
Chapter 3 One Wife
, Two Husbands 1. That night, we made love three times. I was exhausted, and holding my beloved wife whom I had lost and found again, I slowly drifted off to sleep. I don't know how many minutes later, I woke up from my dream and found Xiaoling kneeling naked beside me, her eyes filled with glistening tears, looking at me affectionately. "Xiaoling, what's wrong?" I was startled.
“Baby, I really love you. I will never leave you.”
“Darling,” I said, deeply moved, as I got up and hugged her, “Why are you saying this? Of course I know you love me, that’s why I feel comfortable letting you date other people and be played by them. Are you alright?” I looked at Xiaoling with concern and asked her softly. To be honest, I was quite worried about Xiaoling’s reaction, afraid that she would regret it or hate me.
“What’s wrong? I’m doing great, and I’m enjoying it. It’s great to be a woman, and it’s even better to be your woman.”
After that, Xiaoling and Afei had sex several more times. Later, with my tacit approval, she even brought him home, and they had sex on our marital bed once more. (Xiaoling still firmly refused to let me watch, only telling me briefly about it afterward.) Later, I asked Xiaoling what it felt like to have sex with another man on our marital bed. Xiaoling chuckled and said, "It's nothing much, just a bit more exciting than elsewhere."
Before this incident, Xiaoling was still a young girl. Since starting her affair with Afei, she seemed like a flower bud that had weathered many storms, fully blossoming. Even her friends felt she had become a different person; her beautiful body radiated brilliance, constantly displaying a mature and sexy charm.
However, their relationship only lasted a little over two months because Afei asked Xiaoling to divorce me and marry him, after which Xiaoling stopped talking to him altogether.
Xiaoling suddenly wrote me a long letter, reviewing and summarizing the whole incident. The main point was that she loved me very, very much, and if she had hurt me in the process, all the blame lay with her, asking for my forgiveness. She said that although her body was no longer pure, her love for me was never tainted, and she hoped we could be together forever.
I wrote back to her, roughly saying that our feelings for each other remained strong, our sex life was full of passion, and I asked her not to blame herself or be afraid.
Our sex life has indeed improved significantly. I am now passionately infatuated with Xiaoling's body, and we often make love on a whim—in the living room, in the kitchen, even in the bathroom.
I find it hard to describe my feelings. For example, when I see her slender waist swaying in the kitchen, I think of how that figure used to be so alluring in Afei's arms; when I see her small buttocks in the toilet, I think of how she once sat naked in Afei's lap, gripping his wet penis and making piston-like movements; when I see her coming out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, her smooth body barely concealed, I suddenly think of that pure body, even her most private parts once covered in the fluids from her lewd acts with others. These associations often make me extremely aroused and launch an attack on Xiaoling.
When Xiaoling makes love to me, she often describes to me the scenes of her making love with Afei, which arouses me even more. So far, what makes me most gratified is that Xiaoling has never let Afei's penis ejaculate directly into her vagina, and also, Xiaoling has never taken off her underwear voluntarily; she always lets him take it off (or tear it).
Xiaoling was deeply moved after receiving the letter. In the middle of the night, she got up, knelt beside me, and cried. When I woke up, I asked her, "What's wrong, baby?"—This was a term of endearment we often used. Even during her most intense moments of lovemaking, she never called Afei "baby," at most calling him "dear brother" (thinking of Xiaoling's sweet voice, I still felt a pang of sadness, only able to console myself with the thought that every gain has its loss). She lowered her head and said, "My love for you is beyond words, beyond repayment."
I said, "I'm not particularly good-looking, nor am I very wealthy. Why do you love me so much?"
She said, "A woman can only experience true love once in her life. You wouldn't understand this unique feeling we women have." I kissed her. I didn't doubt her love. We had lived under the same roof for years; of course, our feelings were deep. Even a one-night stand between lovers deserves a hundred days of kindness.
Unexpectedly, she heard this from a different perspective and became somewhat anxious: "Ah Fei and I have been lovers several times, but I have absolutely no love for him, never." I quickly explained: I mean, we've lived together year after year, day after day, so of course our feelings are deep.
She quickly replied: "Even if I lived with other men every day, I would only have love for you in my heart."
I quickly hugged her, being extremely gentle with her. She moaned and opened her legs: "Husband, I love you very much. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
As I thrust in, I asked with a smile: "Really? You'll do whatever I ask you to do?"
Seeing my malicious expression, she blushed and pouted, saying: "Not including if you ask me to cheat on you with someone else."
I started thrusting into her hard, saying as I did so, "You're still a little girl, a budding flower. How can you fully bloom? Don't you know the saying, 'Flowers won't bloom without rain'? Find another man to play with you, and you'll become a truly alluring woman. Do you want to be an alluring woman? Will you listen to your husband?"
She gasped as she answered, "I don't want to be an alluring woman, but I will listen to my husband."
"What kind of man do you hope your husband will find for you?"
"Someone older, with a big dick, very roguish, very experienced," Xiaoling cried out, her mind hazy.
2. About half a year later, I had almost forgotten about that old man called Old Cat. One day, I was online when OIDQ automatically connected, and Old Cat happened to be online too. He greeted my wife and me, saying that Xiaoling seemed to have been offline for a long time, and asked how she was doing. I told him that we were doing very well.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally said that he would be happy to help if we had any problems. I smiled and asked how he was feeling. He quickly replied that he was great, getting plenty of exercise every morning and sometimes even playing soccer in the afternoon.
I asked him about his sexual partners, and he said they were usually middle-aged women, sometimes young maids, but they were all too inexperienced and couldn't handle it, losing their virginity several times and crying out in pain.
I asked if he had made them suffer, and he scoffed, "How could I? They all love it to death. Why don't you let your wife, Xiaoling, try it? I can be lenient with her." I asked how he would be lenient, and he said that during intercourse, as long as she didn't try to be strong or force herself to endure it, and instead pulled her hips back slightly to avoid the impact each time she was penetrated, she would enjoy it.
Later, I asked him for a photo. He had a full head of silver hair, a dignified face, and the typical appearance of a respected, upright, and dignified elder. Who would have thought this guy was a real lecher! Should I let Xiaoling be played with by him? I was a little tempted.
Xiaoling's vagina is very deep, and my penis is short, so I've never been able to reach the end. I think he might be exaggerating a bit in this regard. But I was afraid Xiaoling wouldn't be willing. This guy seemed very mysterious, and I was afraid he would resort to violence or force. His answer reassured me: the women he dated were all willing, and he was afraid that if he used violence, they would sue him afterwards! Now I was relieved.
Having made up my mind, I asked him how he wanted to date Xiaoling.
He thought for a while before answering: for the past few years, he had been hiring a full-time nanny from the labor market for a thousand yuan a month to live in his house, slowly seducing her and then having sex with her. If it were a young woman like Xiaoling, it would be quite troublesome. He couldn't openly take her out on dates, nor could she stay at his house. It would be difficult to develop a close relationship that way.
A surge of excitement coursed through me, and a vague idea suddenly popped into my head: "You could bring Xiaoling to your place and have her stay for a while."
He was overjoyed: "Your wife would agree? Why would you do that?"
I replied, "I want my wife to truly experience the pleasure of having an affair, not by me asking her to, but by her doing it behind my back. So I can make up a reason to have Xiaoling stay with you for a while. But whether she'll agree to be with you, I can't guarantee. That depends on your own abilities. My only requirement is that you can't be rough with her."
He was incredibly excited, partly because he was certain he'd succeed (a lone man and woman living together day and night, he'd be a complete failure if he didn't get her), and partly because he couldn't resist flattering me, afraid I'd change my mind. "Brother, you're really good at
this. This isn't your average trick. I'll keep you updated on my progress with your wife." Old Cat (from that moment on, I stopped calling him by his online name and started calling him Teacher Xu) asked again, "How long will she stay with me?" "Can I get her in two months?" I asked him. He replied, "Hehe, two weeks. I guarantee she'll be completely at my mercy." I said, "How about this, let's meet first, and we can talk about some things in person."
After meeting, I found that this Teacher Xu was indeed tall and imposing, with a charming and masculine air. While we were talking in the coffee shop, young women would frequently pass by and glance at him. I had a strange feeling in my heart. I was certain that Xiaoling would lose her virginity in the hands of someone like him.
I told him my arrangements, and he was very satisfied, repeatedly saying yes. However, before we parted, he still had some doubts: "Why are you doing this? It's not strange to have this kind of fetish; the usual solution is to find a bed and do it. Why do you insist on living together?"
I didn't know if he could understand, but I still answered him: "Firstly, I no longer feel any novelty or happiness in my married life with Xiaoling. I hope that through his involvement, I can completely observe from the sidelines and experience the complete possession of a woman's life, hoping to rediscover that happiness. Secondly, my wife once told me that even if she lives with other men day and night, she only has me in her heart. I want to test her love for me. Thirdly, I want to experience..." The thrill of my wife cheating on me. And there's one last reason, the one I find hardest to talk about, which is why I haven't told him: I'm infertile and hope to borrow his sperm to have a child, adding some fun to my later life.”
He squinted at me for a moment and said, “Aren't you afraid your wife will fall for someone else? Aren't you afraid of losing her?”
I thought for a moment and coldly said, “I don't know what kind of life experience you have, but I believe that once a person comes into this world and gains something, they're not far from losing it.”
He smiled and shook his head: “Perhaps you have someone else outside, but you don't want your wife to file for divorce? But that's none of my business.”
A few days later, I finally rented a room in the apartment building where Teacher Xu lived and hired some experts to arrange things at Teacher Xu's house. Teacher Xu's house was an old-fashioned three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. Xiaoling lived in the smaller room, where we moved in a small single bed, and a hidden camera was installed.
Teacher Xu lives on the third floor, and my rented apartment is on the sixth floor. We installed the cable from the outside, and after a quick test, the result was pretty good. In addition, we installed a webcam in Teacher Xu's bedroom, living room, and study where his computer is located. Once everything was almost done, I went home, quickly packed my things, moved them to my rented apartment, and bought some food.
When Xiaoling got home, she immediately noticed something was wrong from my expression. Seeing my neatly packed suitcase and bag, she asked blankly, "What's wrong, baby?"
"Xiaoling, something happened. Sit down, don't panic, listen to me. My company has always been managed by my deputy, right? I always trusted him, but he deceived me. Besides legitimate business, he was also involved in a very dangerous illegal business. After the police found out, he transferred all the company's money and even used my company as collateral to borrow money from loan sharks in my name. Now he's run away. Besides the police trying to arrest me, loan sharks are coming to my door demanding my money back."
"What! Oh my god! What should I do?"
"Don't be afraid. The police aren't a big deal; I've explained everything. What I'm worried about is the loan sharks. They've got their eyes on us now, saying they'll kill you if I can't pay back the money. Don't cry. There's not much time left. Listen to me. I originally wanted to turn myself in and explain, but I'm afraid the underworld won't let you off the hook. I'm thinking of going out and borrowing some money from friends to pay off the loan sharks, and then I'll go back to the police to 'cooperate' with their investigation. That way, everything will be fine. Here's what we'll do: pack your things now and go into hiding."
"Where can I hide? Can I go back to my home? Or to my friends' place?" "
You absolutely can't do that. You absolutely can't implicate your family, or your friends. Those loan sharks have a lot of influence; they can definitely find out about all your friends. My relatives and friends won't be able to either. I'll take you to someone's house. He's my middle school teacher, quite old, a very upright person, and we've known each other for many years. Nobody would suspect him."
"I want to go with you!"
"That won't do. Both the legitimate and criminal worlds are looking for me. Taking you along would be too conspicuous. Besides, you need to keep our savings account here. This is our last bit of money. With this money, even without the company, we'll live comfortably for the rest of our lives. It's settled then. Now start packing, but don't turn on the lights."
With a mix of threats and coaxing, Xiaoling, dizzy and confused, grabbed her hastily packed clothes and quietly followed me out the door. Arriving at Teacher Xu's house, Teacher Xu greeted us with great surprise: "Xiao Wang, it's been five years! What brings you here now?"
"Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Xiaoling, and this is Teacher Xu. Teacher Xu, I have something to tell you." Then we pretended to talk in the inner room for a while. Teacher Xu smiled meaningfully and whispered to me, "Xiaoling is so beautiful. I want to sleep with her tonight." I sternly stopped her: If you get rough, I won't be so polite! He grinned, his face contorted with embarrassment. "At most, I'll just tease her a little. Like I said, I'll make her willingly crawl under me." I grabbed his hand and told him, word by word, "You'd better not even try that. If you're so capable, use your own charm to seduce her."
Then I accompanied Xiaoling to the small room she was about to move into and said to her, "Baby, I'm sorry, you'll have to make do here for a few days. I'll definitely be back in two months. Teacher Xu is a very nice and honest person. You have to be polite to him, but don't be too affectionate."
Xiaoling laughed through her tears. "You, even at a time like this, you still make jokes like this. When are you leaving? How can I contact you?" I told her we would communicate via OIDQ, and I was leaving tonight.
Finally, with a heavy heart, I said goodbye to Xiaoling and Teacher Xu, pretended to go downstairs, stayed outside until after nine o'clock, and quietly returned to my rented apartment. That night, I didn't turn on the surveillance camera, thinking there was definitely nothing to see now. The old man was very confident in his charm; he certainly wouldn't break his promise.
3. The next morning, someone knocked on the door early. I was surprised, and when I opened it, it was Xiaoling and Teacher Xu! What was going on? Xiaoling's face was like ice; she coldly said to me, "Come to Teacher Xu's house."
I looked at Teacher Xu, who had a miserable expression, and he shook his head helplessly.
When we arrived at Teacher Xu's house, Xiaoling led me straight to the computer in the study. She pointed to the online OIDQ and asked, "I opened OIDQ last night; it's set to log in automatically. So Teacher Xu is actually Lao Mao, just like A Fei, another online friend of mine. What about your middle school teacher? What about loan sharks and the underworld? You're deceiving me!"
Then she slapped me across the face. "Shameless! Vulgar!"
My face flushed red. If Lao Mao hadn't been there, I almost would have knelt before her, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I... I'm a scoundrel! Please forgive me."
“I questioned him thoroughly last night. You go out first, let my husband and I have some time.” She shooed the equally disheveled Old Cat out.
I watched Xiaoling's ever-changing expression with bated breath. She gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and after a moment, pointed at me with her finger: "You! I already got all the answers from that old man yesterday. What you're saying is utter nonsense. Is it really necessary to live with other men day and night to prove your wife's love? Is it really necessary to observe and experience the pleasure of completely possessing a woman's life from an outsider's perspective? It's all rubbish! If it weren't for that thing about wanting to rediscover the joy of marriage, I almost decided to divorce you. You just don't know how to cherish me!"
I pleaded pitifully for a long time before Xiaoling's expression softened slightly: "You know, that old cat, he's been trying to seduce me ever since he went online. I knew he wasn't a good person. He's handsome, though, and knows how to charm women. Do you really want him to sleep with me? Do you really want me to live with him for a while?"
I looked at Xiaoling's flushed face and nodded, but I was afraid of upsetting her further, so I didn't dare say anything.
Xiaoling thought for a while, then gritted her teeth, sighed, and said to me, half sarcastically and half seriously, "Then let's have one wife and two husbands. You can stay too."
Then she called Lao Mao in: "I'll still call you Lao Mao; you're not worthy to call me teacher. I agree to live here, but my condition is that my husband and I both move in. We'll sleep in your bedroom, and you'll sleep in that small room. Within two months, use all your tricks. If you can move me..." Xiaoling paused, blushed, and lowered her head, saying, "...perhaps I'll grant your wish. Do you agree?"
Lao Mao and I stared at each other in disbelief. Lao Mao didn't hesitate much and nodded heavily.
So we lived together. Lao Mao moved into the small room, and we slept in his double bed. That night, Xiaoling took off her clothes and climbed on top of me: "Come on, I want to do it with you. Make a lot of noise, make this old man itchy." We made love happily. The thought that Xiaoling had basically agreed to have sex with Lao Mao made me incredibly excited. That night, I completely overwhelmed Xiaoling, making her moan and groan.
Living together as a family, Xiaoling was initially a little uncomfortable. For example, she often gave me the best food, and Lao Mao would complain, "Isn't it supposed to be one wife and two husbands? You have another husband here!" Xiaoling had no choice but to share some with him too.
Sometimes, when Xiaoling massaged my back, he would pretend to have a sore back, and Xiaoling would have to let him lie down and massage him while she lay on top of him. Sometimes, Lao Mao and I would compete to serve Xiaoling: Lao Mao would offer her an apple, and I would offer her a glass of juice.
Lao Mao was indeed very good at talking and pleasing Xiaoling. Sometimes, when Xiaoling and he were chatting animatedly, I could hear them laughing and joking outside from inside the bedroom. I don't know when, but Xiaoling's attitude towards him improved. One night, it was late, and I went to the bathroom. When I opened the door, I saw Xiaoling leaning against the sofa, with Lao Mao embracing her. They were gazing at each other affectionately. When Xiaoling saw me, she immediately sat up from his arms and went back to the bedroom with her head down.
When I got back, I asked her with a smile, "You and he seem to be getting along very well now!"
Xiaoling smiled and said, "I hope my husband won't be jealous."
After that, Xiaoling became less concerned about her attire in front of Lao Mao. Once, she wasn't wearing a bra, just a white t-shirt over it, her breasts practically bursting out, making Lao Mao's mouth dry.
I would go back to the company several times a week, outwardly appearing relaxed about Xiaoling being alone with him, but actually, every time I went out, I knew I was creating opportunities for him.
It took about a month before Xiaoling truly accepted him. It was the transition between summer and autumn, and the weather was quite hot. One evening, Xiaoling was taking a shower in the bathroom when she realized her underwear, which she was about to change into, was soaked. She called for her husband to bring her another pair of underwear. I found a pair and was about to go into the bathroom to give them to Xiaoling when I saw Lao Mao looking at me with immense envy and jealousy. I thought for
a moment and then handed him the underwear, saying, "Go ahead." Lao Mao was overjoyed, took the underwear, pushed open the door, and locked it behind him. Half a minute later, I heard someone call out from inside, "Why did you come in!" Then there was silence. Two minutes later, Lao Mao came out grinning, his clothes soaked.
After a while, Xiaoling came out, blushing. She was only wrapped in a bath towel, her snow-white, jade-like breasts half-exposed, and her two firm, smooth thighs almost completely exposed. She gave me a meaningful look, then glanced at Lao Mao, and silently went back to our bedroom.
A moment later, Xiaoling came out. She had changed into a very casual but sexy top, without a bra, her two small, pointed nipples standing out alluringly. She was only wearing white shorts, and we both knew she wasn't wearing underwear underneath (the previous pair was also wet). Then she hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Honey, let me go to Old Cat's room for ten minutes today."
I turned to look at my beautiful wife, her face a mixture of teasing and shyness, and my heart pounded wildly. I silently nodded and went back to the bedroom first.
A moment later, I heard a soft moan from next door, followed by the sounds of flesh rolling on the bed. But really, only ten minutes passed. Xiaoling returned, wearing only a long towel, her face flushed.
"So fast?"
"Yeah, I can't let him get away with it so easily. Come on." Xiaoling pulled off the towel and snuggled into my arms. Then she whispered to me that he had only played with her nipples for ten minutes, and he had already made her incredibly happy.
She shook her head and said, "He's too good, I'm a little scared." I looked at her nipples; both were shyly erect and hard from engorgement, very red and cute.
"So, tomorrow, you won't go into his room?"
Xiaoling pushed me away. "Get lost, we've only just started, and now you want me to stop but I can't." Hearing this, I went all out.
The next night, just before bedtime, Old Cat stared at Xiaoling and me, looking distracted.
Xiaoling blushed, pushed him inside first, then stood at the door and held up two fingers to me. I understood; this time it was twenty minutes.
When Xiaoling came back, she told me what had happened in those twenty minutes: After Old Cat closed the door, he immediately stripped Xiaoling naked, then, with his huge penis, pounced on her like a tiger, he had been pent up for a while. Xiaoling laughed and blocked his advances, telling him that he could play anywhere, just not there.
I asked excitedly, "So, where did he touch you?"
Xiaoling shook her head. "I'm a little scared. This time, he touched my whole body. I felt like his hands had a magnetic field, making my pores feel so good and comfortable."
"Do you want to extend the time a little more tomorrow?"
Xiaoling looked at me with fiery eyes and rosy cheeks, saying incoherently, "Give us an hour tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, do you want his penis to rub against your entrance? He's not like Afei. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."
"Or, well, I'm going to be his plaything sooner or later anyway," Xiaoling thought for a moment, "I'll just do it with him tomorrow."
Hearing this, my penis immediately became hard.
"Ugh, it's so embarrassing for you to hear this next door."
I said, "This time, I don't just want to hear it; I want to see how you're being played with."
Xiaoling slapped me. "Forget about it, absolutely not."
I said, "If I gave you one night, I just want to see how his penis goes into your pussy." Xiaoling still shook her head. I thought for a moment and added another condition: "Also, you can sleep in this bedroom."
Xiaoling cried out, "Are you crazy?"
"One word, do you agree or not?"
Xiaoling sat on me, moving up and down while shaking her head and saying, "You're crazy, and I'm crazy too."
4. The next day, I discussed it with Lao Mao for a while. That night, Xiaoling and Lao Mao were both absent-minded. When their eyes met, it was as if they merged in the air.
After nine o'clock, Xiaoling stood up with a red face. Her legs were a little weak, and her voice was a little trembling: "Honey, I'll go in with him first, and you can come in later, okay?" I nodded, feeling very excited.
Tonight, Xiaoling had even put on makeup, wearing a pink floral dress, flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings, and cute cartoon shoes. Lao Mao was only wearing a vest and underwear, revealing his strong body and solid muscles.
Lao Mao led Xiaoling into the bedroom.
Five minutes later, I pushed open the door and went in. I saw that Xiaoling had changed out of her dress and was only wearing a short yellow panty (which Lao Mao had bought for her), and a classic little red bellyband, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the undulating curves of her chest. She had already made the bed, with two pillows neatly arranged side by side and two folded comforters side by side. On the bedside table, there were two condoms and a wad of toilet paper.
Seeing me carefully observing the room, Xiaoling's face stiffened a little; I knew she was afraid I would be very jealous. Seeing her extremely unnatural expression, Old Cat laughed and said, "If you're so nervous, how am I supposed to do it later?" Xiao Ling spat and said, "You old scoundrel!" Old Cat then said to her, "How about this, let's play around for a bit first."
Xiao Ling looked at me, still a little hesitant. So I joked, "Old Cat, remember we had a gentleman's agreement? Let's go through this formality. This time, when you and my wife Xiao Ling were making love, you didn't use any threats or other rough methods, did you?" Old Cat smiled and shook his head.
I walked over to Xiao Ling, half-embracing her, and asked, "This was entirely your own choice to be played with by him. Neither your husband nor he forced you, right?"
Hearing this, Xiao Ling became even more embarrassed. After a while, she answered, "Yes, it was my own choice."
"Willingly what?" I pretended not to hear and asked her loudly.
"You're so annoying! I was willing to be played with by him, to be defiled by him!" After saying this, half-pouting and half-coquettish, Xiao Ling finally seemed a little angry.
She was finally pulled onto the bed by the old cat and nestled tightly in his broad arms. I knew Xiaoling had long since fallen for the old cat, but I had never witnessed their intimacy before. This time, I truly understood.
In fact, not only the old cat, but I was also burning with lust. Xiaoling's bodice was less about covering her body and more about arousing desire. The thin bodice couldn't hide her full, firm breasts at all; even the protrusions on her nipples were clearly visible through it.
The old cat looked at me as if seeking my opinion, and when I nodded silently, he began to play with Xiaoling.
This guy rubbed Xiaoling's firm, erect breasts with his palms through her clothes, and constantly stroked and kneaded her nipples with his fingers. Xiaoling looked at me weakly, enduring this blissful torture with a limp gait. After a while, Xiaoling slid off him onto the bed. Old Cat wasn't in a hurry to undo Xiaoling's bodice; his damned hands slid down her breasts to her shapely buttocks, one hand repeatedly caressing her vulva through her panties, the other greedily sliding across her fair, delicate thighs. Xiaoling
soon started moaning. From the beginning, her face was turned away from me. A thought struck me, and I moved to the other side of the bed. When Xiaoling saw me, she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. I slowly parted her hands.
"Baby, how is it?"
"No, I hate it, go away!" She stretched out a small hand to push me away.
Suddenly, Old Cat's hand inappropriately slipped inside Xiaoling's small panties. She shuddered and let out a cry. I couldn't bear this erotic scene any longer, and I leaned in for a passionate kiss with Xiaoling.
Her lips were a little dry. After kissing her for a while, I noticed her eyes were somewhat glazed, and her body was swaying slightly. Looking back, I saw Old Cat's hand moving rapidly inside Xiao Ling's panties.
"How is it, baby?" Old Cat called Xiao Ling's name as well.
Before I could react, Xiao Ling had already responded with two "Mmm" sounds: "Mmm, your hand is so naughty!"
I wanted to kiss Xiao Ling again, but she cupped my face in her hands and said to Old Cat, "The one on top of me can start taking off my clothes now. It's too hot."
I turned around and stopped Old Cat's movements. Xiao Ling and he were both startled, thinking I had changed my mind.
I quietly said to Xiao Ling, "Baby, you take them off yourself."
Xiao Ling paused for a moment, sat up, slowly untied her undergarment, and handed it to me. I took the undergarment, still warm from Xiao Ling's body, and looked at her naked body. I felt a surge of excitement, and my hands involuntarily reached out to hug her. Unexpectedly, Xiao Ling, that little devil, winked at me, dodged, and hid in Old Cat's arms. The warm, soft flesh was suddenly embraced by the old cat.
His hands immediately reached out and attacked those alluring peaks, the shy little nipples teasing his fingertips, bringing their owner unbearable pleasure! Xiao Ling, panting softly, stretched her thighs towards me, "Help me, come on, help us take this off." She gestured with her eyes for me to help her remove her panties. I had no choice but to reluctantly become a supporting character, pulling down Xiao Ling's underwear.
The old cat played with Xiao Ling's breasts for a while, then put her back on the bed and began to slowly play with her entire body with his magical hands. He was very skilled, and he knew a woman's sensitive spots well, so soon Xiao Ling was trembling all over and crying out.
I squatted beside Xiao Ling, sometimes discussing my feelings with her. At first, Xiao Ling could still joke with me, and her tone was normal. But later, when he started licking Xiao Ling's clitoris with his tongue, Xiao Ling became a little flustered.
After playing for a while, the old cat asked her, "Do you submit?" Although Xiaoling was moaning loudly, she remained defiant, saying, "What's wrong with that? My husband does just as well as you!"
A little while later, he picked Xiaoling up again, his large penis erect, and made her spread her legs, straddle him, and wrap her arms around his neck. His large penis was just touching Xiaoling's clitoris, and he kissed her while constantly pulling on her nipples. Xiaoling completely broke down.
He asked, "Baby, do you submit? How does your husband compare to me?"
Xiaoling looked at me and softly replied, "Baby, he's still just as good as my husband."
I started masturbating.
After a while, Xiaoling could barely hold on any longer, so he put her down and reached for a condom. Xiaoling smiled at me, sticking out her little tongue, "The position is about to fall again. But the core position will remain."
I stared intently at Xiaoling: "Baby, the core territory isn't in your clitoris, it's in your heart. As long as you love me, I won't lose my territory."
Perhaps overwhelmed by lust, Xiaoling reached out and slapped the condom out of Old Cat's hand. Then, suppressing the intense pleasure, she turned to me and said, "Thank you. This time, I really want to experience the nourishment of love."
Old Cat smiled smugly, brandishing his large penis in front of me. Then he lifted and spread Xiaoling's legs, thrusting it into her already aroused and alluring vulva with a soft "plop," reaching all the way to the deepest point. He said, "How does this compare to your husband?"
"Slightly better than him!"
Hearing this, Old Cat pressed Xiaoling down again and pushed his penis in even deeper. Xiaoling no longer cared about me. She cried out weakly, "You've hit my core!" and closed her eyes, beginning their battle.
Ten minutes later, Xiaoling grabbed my hand and he brought her to a great climax.
Twenty minutes later, Lao Mao had me lift Xiaoling up and we changed positions: doggy style. I held Xiaoling's lithe body, one hand supporting her buttocks, the surface incredibly smooth. Xiaoling hugged my head and whispered in my ear, "Do you really want my core territory to completely fall?"
I nodded, "As long as you're happy."
Xiaoling smiled and said, "Okay." She leaned against the bed, feeling weak, looked at me, and said, "That person, if you're free, come help me."
Lao Mao held her buttocks and laughed, "You little brat, you're too stubborn. This time, I hope your answer is a hundred times better than your husband!"
Even as Lao Mao slowly thrust and ground inside her, drawing out all of Xiaoling's juices and energy, Xiaoling still didn't give in: "About the same as my husband!" Finally, Lao Mao began frantically thrusting inside Xiaoling's vagina. I knew the final moment was approaching!
Xiaoling clung tightly to Lao Mao, moaning things like "Baby, dear husband, fuck me to death!" Finally, Xiaoling cried out first, "I'm so horny! I love you! I want your seed!"
"How does it compare to your husband?"
"Stronger, a hundred times stronger!"
Hearing this, Lao Mao and I ejaculated almost simultaneously. The difference was that mine went into thin air, while his occupied my wife's core, firing "bullets" inside for nearly a minute, completely overwhelming Xiaoling!
When Lao Mao withdrew, his semen mixed with Xiaoling's vaginal fluids from their lovemaking flowed uncontrollably. Xiaoling took out her yellow panties, gently wiped them, and handed them to me: "Consider it a souvenir of my affair!"
The next morning, as my second husband fell asleep on our wedding night, Xiaoling had already slipped back into my bed.
After Xiaoling and Lao Mao's encounter, an atmosphere of carnal indulgence gradually filled this unique family.

[The End]

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