The Story of the Adulterous Wife

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The Tale of the Adulterous Wife - Prologue

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The Beginning of Adultery

The afternoon at the company was quite dull. I stretched my back, loosening my slightly sore shoulders. The office was very

quiet; several subordinates had gone out to run errands. Only my secretary and sales associate, Ye Min,

was chatting with a girl from another department. I've always been lenient with my subordinates; as long as the business is done, everything else is fine.

However, at this moment, my eyes were fixed on Ye Min's small, stockinged feet. Her desk was angled towards me,

allowing me to see her posture. Ye Min was half-leaning on the desk,

whispering Her legs, encased in a dark orange skirt, were covered by light gray, thin, sheer stockings—they looked like pantyhose.

She was wearing a pair of black high-heeled sandals, one of which was dangling from her toes, swinging back and forth. After a few

swings, the sandal finally slipped off her stockinged toes. They seemed engrossed in their conversation and hadn't noticed the shoe, only

slightly wiggling their toes. Ye Min's stockinged feet were small and slender, exactly my type. Although

I often saw scenes like this, I still felt a slight hardening in my lower body.

I opened my computer and browsed the web, entering my email address and password—my private email, of course.

There was an email, but not from my club. It contained an attachment, presumably a picture.

I downloaded and opened it; it was a picture of a woman's back. One leg was kneeling on a chair, the other

on was leaning forward so much that it was obscured. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her black suit skirt

was half-lifted, revealing flesh-colored stockings and underwear pulled down to her calves. Her vulva and buttocks were completely hidden by the skirt. The leg kneeling on

the chair was barefoot; it must have fallen off, because I could see a

black high-heeled shoe on her standing foot.

Her stockinged feet were quite beautiful, more textured than Ye Min's, almost comparable to my wife's

. I wondered if they had the same fleshy feel as my wife's. Several times during sex, I used her feet to stimulate my penis, and I

always ejaculated prematurely.

After admiring them for a while, I couldn't help but wonder who sent me these pictures. It must be

a member , because this email address is what I use to contact the club. As for why I joined the club, and

what kind of club it is, well, that goes back to the past.

My wife, Lin Ying, and I worked at the same company. We got together shortly after joining. In the beginning,

we were inevitably too intimate , and in a moment of carelessness, we got pregnant. By the time we realized it, it was too late to resolve, so we had to get married.

Fortunately, my wife and I had a stable relationship, so it was a natural progression. And, as a blessing in disguise, we moved into

one of the first companies to provide housing—a two-bedroom apartment. Our careers also gradually improved. Now, my son, Xiao Zhi, is in the second year of junior high school,

and my wife, Lin Ying, is now the deputy director of finance at our company. Everything is going smoothly.

However, my wife and I experienced some changes. Due to the company's expansion, her workload increased,

and frequently had to travel to branch offices in other cities for accounting. This often left me sexually frustrated, so I sought stimulation online,

mostly through erotic novels and images. When I had the chance to make love with my wife, I would fantasize about certain scenarios to

enhance .

My wife knew my predicament and tried to give us more opportunities. She also bought me a lot of sexy lingerie and stockings

. Every time we made love, she would wear my favorite stockings and lingerie. Although my wife is 34 years old this year,

because she had a child early, her figure recovered exceptionally well. She is also quite thin, except that her breasts and buttocks are a bit larger than before,

which is even better, isn't it?

As Xiaozhi grew up, my wife and I had even fewer opportunities, so I had to resort to masturbation to solve my problem. By chance

, I came across stockings belonging to a woman other than my wife.

My

wife, Lin Ying, was going on a business trip out of town, and my son, Xiaozhi, was on summer vacation. My wife decided to take him with her and

let him go out to play, leaving me alone at home.

After two days, the house was a complete mess. Knowing my wife wouldn't be back for a while, I had a sudden inspiration.

I called a housekeeping service and booked a cleaning lady to come and tidy up. I didn't have any

specific requirements, just that she be quick.

She was incredibly fast; less than ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a woman standing there,

probably a few years older than my wife, but her clothes didn't look like those of a cleaner.

She introduced herself, confirming she was indeed there to help. But wearing a skirt wouldn't be convenient for cleaning, so

she pulled out a rather worn tracksuit and shoes. I led her to my son's room and had her

change.

After a few words, I learned she was a recently laid-off factory worker, only two years older than my wife, and fairly

presentable She could probably make a living selling her body, of course.

She worked very quickly, clearly used to housework. She said her husband had also been laid off and was now driving

a taxi . I made some casual conversation and then slipped into my son's room to go online.

With a stranger in the house, I didn't dare open any erotic pictures. I read a novel for a while, then glanced at her

clothes folded on the sofa, next to a wad of stockings. I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement.

After a struggle with my conscience, I picked up the stockings. They were two mid-calf stockings, the toes

slightly yellowed. This was the first time I'd ever seen stockings belonging to someone other than my wife. I gently sniffed them, not recognizing

the scent. My penis was already hard and desperately needed release, but I had no courage to rape her. I

just knew these stockings could help me relieve my lust.

I saw the maid had almost finished tidying the living room, so I stood up and pretended to make a phone call, telling her

I had to leave urgently. She understood and quickly went into her room to change. I gave her fifty yuan,

more than I'd expected. She left happily, leaving her phone number. She must have been in such a hurry that she didn't even

notice the stockings were missing.

I closed the door, let out a long sigh of relief—I'd finally succeeded. I turned on the computer, opened some erotic pictures, and put

one stocking over my erect penis, slowly stroking it up and down. The slightly hardened toe of the stocking stimulated my glans. I

inhaled the other stocking intensely, and after a dozen strokes, I ejaculated, the semen quite thick. I masturbated a few more times, covering

the stocking with my semen.

It was a rare, exhilarating experience. Thinking back to the female worker's figure, she was probably voluptuous. I hadn't gotten a good look at her

feet. I used the remaining stocking that night, savoring it. Reluctantly, I put the stocking, now filled with my semen...

I threw the stockings with the liquid into the trash can.

After this experience, I completely fell into a fetish for stockings and feet. Although my wife's stockings were sexy, they

didn't bring me strong pleasure. I needed the stimulation of different women's stockings. I wanted to steal a couple of

stockings , but that was practically impossible; I could only feast my eyes.

My wife and son were coming back the day after tomorrow, so I gritted my teeth and called the housekeeper again, asking

her to come and clean the room. However, I was prepared. I borrowed a video camera from a friend, hid it in a box, and secretly filmed the housekeeper

changing clothes.

The housekeeper arrived quickly, just like last time, and still brought a change of clothes. But I noticed she wasn't

wearing stockings , which was a huge disappointment. I wondered if it was because the stockings were lost last time. Luckily, I still had the video of her changing.

The housekeeper changed in a few minutes and started cleaning, chatting with me as she cleaned. I still only asked her

to finish cleaning the living room, and she was happy to have an easy time. When she left, she asked when I needed her next time. All I could say was, next time you

must wear stockings.

I plugged in the camera, and the TV showed the footage of the female worker changing clothes. I was a little excited. The woman

immediately took off her shirt, revealing a white bra that covered her very large breasts. Then she took off her pants, revealing

boxer shorts—not sexy at all, far inferior to my wife's. It was a real disappointment; only her large breasts were acceptable

. I watched it several more times, feeling extremely disappointed.

My wife and son returned. Xiao Zhi had a lot of fun, and my wife's work went smoothly. I was very depressed.

My wife told me that her cousin was coming to visit us from abroad, probably soon. I took a day off to pick up my wife's cousin

at

the airport. I vaguely remembered him visiting at our wedding, but

I couldn't remember what he looked like, only that he wasn't very old. I'll just go by intuition.

People were starting to come out. Normally, not many people would come here at this time. I was trying to

find clues when I suddenly heard someone call me Xiao Yang.

Turning around, I saw my wife's cousin. I immediately recognized him; he was dressed in a Hawaiian style,

wearing white-rimmed glasses, and had a beaming smile—a Hawaiian version of the KFC guy, only younger. I quickly

took the luggage

and pulled him to hail a taxi. In the taxi, we chatted about our recent lives. I remembered him getting married abroad, and his wife was

a foreigner. But I learned he'd divorced a few years ago and now lived alone.

He said he was happier, his life was very colorful, and then whispered a few of his

erotic escapades, which made me quite envious. I couldn't help but ask a few more questions, and my cousin laughed at my lustful thoughts. I sighed

, "What man isn't lustful?" My cousin was surprised that I had a good wife and wasn't satisfied. I couldn't help but

complain , and he blinked and didn't say anything more.

The car arrived at my house quickly. My wife came downstairs to greet me. She was all smiles and chatter when she saw my cousin, as if

she were a teenager again. My cousin also seemed to adore Xiao Zhi, who ran

off to show off the new handheld game console he'd given him.

My wife went into the kitchen to cook, while my cousin and I chatted in Xiao Zhi's room. My cousin praised my wife's

figure, telling me not to waste it. But I noticed he kept staring at my wife, and

it seemed he was really looking at her private parts. Could it be...?

I asked my cousin about his ex-wife. He took out his mobile phone from his travel bag and pulled up a photo of him and

his wife. It turned out his ex-wife was much younger than him, a stunning blonde with blue eyes. She was wearing a

red cheongsam, and perhaps because of her height, the slit reached her waist,

clearly showing her entire thigh, including the black lace stockings at the top of her thighs and red high heels—a sight that made my blood

rush.

I showered my cousin's ex-wife with compliments on her figure, while my cousin remained noncommittal, asking what I admired most. I

bluntly said her thighs, especially with stockings—they were simply irresistible. My cousin pointed to my wife's legs, implying they were

also very nice. I smiled, a mutual agreement.

Suddenly, my cousin lowered his voice and asked if I wanted to make a bet, the price being $500, no small sum. I

quickly asked what the bet was, and my cousin said it was my wife's underwear.

I was a little confused, so my cousin explained that it was the underwear my wife was wearing today and the style; he would guess.

If he guessed correctly, I would lose; if he was wrong, I would win $500. However, it had to be the underwear she wore today, so there

had to be some marks on it.

I readily agreed, feeling incredibly excited—not for the money, but because betting on my wife's underwear

was an indescribably perverse thrill. I was also certain that my cousin had ulterior motives towards my wife.

A series of unprecedented fantasies and thrills surrounded me. The meal was almost pointless, while my wife chatted

happily with my cousin. My cousin seemed to enjoy it more, occasionally patting and touching my wife's stockinged legs. My wife didn't seem to mind,

thinking she was still a child. I felt a pang of jealousy; after all, she's my wife. Her underwear was one thing—I've stolen

stockings from female workers before—but I couldn't accept someone touching her body inappropriately.

After dinner, my cousin asked Xiaozhi to take him out for a walk, promising to buy him a new game. The boy was overjoyed and wanted to

leave immediately, but my cousin pulled him back. My wife told our son not to waste my cousin's money. My cousin winked at me; that old

lecher was definitely reminding me he wanted to take my wife's underwear. My

wife went into the kitchen to clear the dishes. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. My wife laughed and tried to

avoid me. I said, "While my cousin and son are out, why don't we make love first?"

My wife quickly said, "Don't be silly, it'll be embarrassing if my cousin comes back." I said, "

He needs to buy games for Xiaozhi, it'll take at least an hour, and there's a night market over there."

While I was talking, my hand slipped inside my wife's skirt, caressing her buttocks through her stockings and panties, gradually

moving towards her legs.

My wife was aroused by what I was doing, and knowing I'd been a bit repressed lately, she pressed herself against me,

whispering, "We're too pressed for time, let's talk about it tonight,

just a little touching now is fine." I said, "Xiaozhi sleeps with us tonight, when will we have a chance?" I felt a little deflated.

Seeing my displeasure, my wife quickly agreed, even reaching into my pants and grasping my already

erect penis. I pulled her up and kissed her, squeezing and kneading her breasts. "Can't I go inside?" she reluctantly

asked. I pulled her into the living room and pushed her onto the sofa.

My wife, holding me, started breathing heavily. I unbuttoned her coat, pulled up her bra, and

bit her left breast. My hands weren't idle either; I lifted her skirt and stroked her stockinged legs. Today, she was only

wearing ordinary flesh-colored stockings, but her panties were my favorite—white lace lace panties, with a small patch of pubic

hair clearly visible through the lace.

My wife's tongue intertwined tightly with mine. She helped me unzip my pants, letting my penis

breathe, and gently stroked it. Unfortunately, my wife doesn't like oral sex, so I've only enjoyed it a few times,

and it seems today won't be an exception.

My hand pressed against my wife's vulva; I could feel the warmth even through her stockings. I gently

rubbed the clitoris, and my wife's body began to writhe.

"Stop it, time's tight, come in..." my wife said, her face flushed. She was fucking

adorable .

I pulled down her stockings and panties along her legs. My wife was truly aroused; her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluid, which

was trailing sticky strands, leaving numerous marks on her panties.

"Don't look..." my wife said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I aimed my penis at her vulva and slowly inserted it. The lubrication from her fluids allowed me to thrust all the way in. My wife let out a soft moan.

I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then began to thrust forcefully into her vulva.

The thought of betting with my cousin about my wife's panties fueled my perverse stimulation, making me speed up. My wife

quickly became overwhelmed, begging me to be gentler, her legs tightly curled up against her chest. I buried my face in

her stockinged feet, inhaling their scent, and after several deep thrusts, she let out a loud "Oh!" as her vulva

tightened, releasing more fluid—an orgasm.

My wife's orgasms were always quick. I slowed down, and my wife gasped for breath, her hair soaked with sweat

, her face flushed even more.

"Honey, are you about to cum?" my wife asked softly.

I shook my head and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. My wife's moans grew louder; the stimulation of her vagina after her orgasm was

intensifying. She covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her moans. I pulled out my penis, and my wife straightened

her legs .

I gestured for my wife to change positions, having her kneel on the sofa, supporting her body with her hands. I penetrated

her , supporting her shoulders, feeling the depth of penetration greater than before. The thrusting brought out more vaginal

fluid. I looked at my wife's plump buttocks, slightly upturned, welcoming my penis. I thrust

nearly a hundred times in one go until my wife's hands were too weak to support her body, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

Still wanting more, I saw that my wife's vagina was already a little red and swollen, and I was about to stop when my wife struggled to sit up .

Seeing that I still had the will and strength, and was a little overwhelmed, I hugged her and said, "That's enough." My wife gently grasped my

penis , opened her small mouth, and took it in.

It had been so long since I'd enjoyed oral sex. I felt my wife's tongue swirling around my glans,

stimulating me. Then she began to suck and spit out my penis. I stood in front of the sofa, eyes closed, enjoying my wife's

mouth . I held her head, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper, causing her to make soft moaning

sounds.

"Honey, don't ejaculate in my mouth," she said, spitting out my penis and looking at me.

I nodded, and she began to suck and spit again with renewed vigor. I felt the stimulation building up on my glans. Looking down, I saw my wife

kneeling on the sofa, head down, her hands guiding my penis as she sucked and spit out my penis, her breasts swaying. I played with

her nipples. She barely managed to look up at me, her wanton appearance almost making me ejaculate. If only my wife

could be even more wanton.

I felt my penis throb a few times, then quickly pulled it out of her mouth, gently placing her down. I pressed

her stockinged legs apart, and thrust my penis back into her vagina, pumping rapidly.

I heard my wife moan a few times before she ejaculated.

"It's so hot...husband..." my wife hugged me, and we kissed a few more times. Suddenly, we heard our son, Xiaozhi,

laughing.

My wife quickly pulled down her bra, put on her stockings and panties, and walked to the door while tidying her clothes

. I finished putting on my pants and saw my cousin leading my son into the house.

My cousin was obviously a shrewd man; he glanced at my wife and knew I had already made my move. He

winked at me and went into Xiaozhi's room with him.

I held my wife's hand, but she wouldn't change her clothes. I said softly, and she gave

me a fake angry look before going to change and take a shower. I told Xiaozhi to get ready for bed; he had school the next morning.

The IV "Wife-Cheating Chronicles: Desire is Hard to Resist

" - Watching my wife come out of the shower and take the opportunity to make the bed in the bedroom, I quickly went into the bathroom, closed the door,

opened the washing machine lid, and found my wife's underwear and stockings.

Sure enough, they were under the clothes. I turned the underwear inside out, and there were traces of my semen all over the area that covered her vulva. It must have been from

my wife's vulva just now, and some of the semen wasn't completely dry. I grabbed a paper bag,

put my wife's stockings and underwear in it, and went out of the bathroom to tell Xiaozhi to take a shower.

After my wife settled my son to sleep, I told her to go to sleep first, and I would go chat with my cousin. My wife

was also very tired today. After saying goodbye to my cousin, she went back to the bedroom. My cousin was sleeping in my son Xiaozhi

's room.

When my cousin saw me come in with the paper bag, he smiled slightly, closed the door, and then took out 500 US dollars. I

was stunned. Wasn't this a bet? Doesn't this mean I sold my wife's underwear to

my cousin ? However, I still gave the paper bag to my cousin.

Seeing my somewhat bewildered expression, he asked if my sex with my wife this time was particularly exciting. I admitted it was

more inexplicably exciting than usual, and then I realized it was the perverse

pleasure My cousin patted me and said that many people abroad exchange nude photos or underwear of their wives online,

simply to satisfy their own pleasure and excitement, imagining what others would do with their wives' belongings—it's

indescribably stimulating.

I nodded in agreement. Then my cousin took out the underwear from the paper bag to admire it. "It's really fresh!"

my cousin said with a smile. Of course, there are still wet spots! I thought.

My cousin put the underwear and stockings on the bed and went to change and take a shower. I returned to the bedroom, and my wife and...

My son was already asleep. I put away the US dollars and sat down at the computer, browsing aimlessly while replaying

the feeling of making love with my wife earlier.

I heard my cousin leave the bathroom and enter the room, closing the door behind him. I went out to check, my mind filled with questions.

What was he doing with my wife's underwear? Masturbating? Or something else? Suddenly, I understood the

thrill —a thrill fueled by jealousy and possessiveness. After all, it was my wife's intimate clothing, and now another

man was handling it, and I couldn't help but fantasize about how he would do it. I breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, I dreamt of making love with my wife passionately, with many people watching, my wife

moaning lasciviously, and me thrusting hard, until my son woke me up in the morning.

For the next few days, my cousin was always out on business, coming home very late. Often, my wife and son were already asleep

, and I would wait until he had showered and gone into the room before locking the doors and windows and going to sleep myself.

The crucial point is that I also discovered that after my cousin took a shower,

his wife's underwear and stockings that she had worn that day would disappear, only to reappear in the washing machine the next day. This arousal fueled my uncontrollable lust. My cousin used my wife's underwear to relieve himself,

while I couldn't find a chance to have sex with my wife.

Finally, one night, after my cousin returned to his room, I went to the bathroom, found a pair of stockings my wife had worn,

put them on my penis, and masturbated to release my pent-up desire. I fantasized about what my wife's underwear looked like on my cousin's penis while vigorously stroking

it . My semen finally ejaculated through the stockings, and it felt even more stimulating than the last time I used the factory worker's stockings.

Unconsciously, I became increasingly addicted to the stimulation I felt from my cousin using my wife's underwear, especially

when I fantasized about it, I couldn't help but masturbate, and it only felt good when I used my wife's stockings. Sometimes I even wanted to see

how my cousin used my wife's underwear and stockings. If my cousin hadn't divorced, I could also enjoy his wife's stockings and

underwear, but alas.

Before the weekend, my cousin finally finalized his business deal and was preparing to go home. He said he wanted to thank us by treating

us to a lavish abalone feast. I think what he really wanted to thank was my wife's underwear and stockings, for keeping him company through

so many nights.

I don't know if it was because his business was really successful, but he ordered a lot of dishes and two extremely expensive bottles

of red wine , letting our whole family eat to our hearts' content. Although I often attend clients' banquets, I've only

had the chance to drink this kind of red wine once before. My wife, who doesn't drink much, was persuaded by my cousin and me to have four or five glasses, her face flushed.

Even Xiao Zhi insisted on having a small glass.

After dinner, we went to a karaoke bar and got a private room. Fueled by the alcohol, my cousin, my wife, and I sang until we were

completely drunk, and we even finished the bottle of red wine left over from dinner. Later, my cousin's face was so red it looked like he had bled,

I was dizzy, my wife vomited once, and my son Xiao Zhi had already fallen asleep on the sofa. I carried Xiao

Zhi, and my cousin half-supported, half-carried my wife, as we took a taxi home. It was already past midnight.

When we got home, I carried Xiaozhi into the small bedroom first. When I turned around, my cousin had already helped his wife into the bedroom. I

saw my cousin slowly unbuttoning his wife's coat. I felt something was wrong. I was dizzy and didn't know what to say,

so I sat down on the edge of the bed. My cousin looked at me and then took off his wife's shirt. His wife was completely unaware

, revealing a black silk bra that clung tightly to her breasts, making them look very round and full.

My cousin rummaged through his travel bag for a while and pulled out a digital camera. He wanted to take pictures of my wife's sleeping posture.

I was about to ask him about it when he told me to keep it for later enjoyment. At his suggestion, I also

took off my wife's skirt suit. Underneath, she was wearing ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings, the kind without a crotch, and

black silk panties that matched her bra. On her feet were purple strappy high-heeled sandals.

My wife, lying flat on the bed in only her underwear and stockings, looked somewhat lewd. My cousin spread

her legs apart on the bed, exposing her vulva as much as possible, perhaps

because of the alcohol. Her vulva was probably very moist, and the panties were tightly embedded in her vulva, outlining its shape.

My cousin's strange hand had already touched my wife's breasts. "I didn't expect Xiaoying to still have such a

good figure after having a child. It's really rare!" My cousin, while kneading my wife's breasts, laughed and asked if I was breastfeeding

Xiaozhi.

I couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Uncle, aren't you going a bit too far? You've seen my wife completely, played with

her panties, and now you want to touch her body? Even $5,000 wouldn't be enough!"

Although the scene before me was very stimulating, and my lower body was obviously erect, I still couldn't accept that my

wife was being played with by someone else.

My cousin smiled, took out his mobile phone, and pulled out a miniature CD. "Use your computer

to watch this; this is where the real fun is." He handed it to me.

It was the first time I had ever seen such a small CD. I reluctantly... I put it in the CD drive and opened it. There were nearly a hundred

photos . My cousin was standing behind me. "These kinds of social gatherings are common abroad, at home or

among friends." My gaze was drawn to the screen. It turned out that the photo of my cousin and his ex-wife was just the

first one. Next, there were several burly men, some black and some white, surrounding my cousin's ex-wife, their large penises like vibrators

.

Although I had seen some group sex pictures, none were as close and realistic as this. Her tight

cheongsam was quickly undone, hanging only at her waist. My cousin's ex-wife's large breasts were being held in someone's hands, almost invisible. There

were three huge penises in front of her face, waiting for her to swallow them.

"Maybe you can't accept it yet, but once you try it, you'll be unable to escape it, especially when you desperately want to

insert your penis into your lover's vagina, but have to wait for someone else to finish. That feeling is truly fuck."

My uncle's voice was like telling a story, and I felt somewhat immersed in it.

"My wife only went once, but she can't live without these parties anymore. Sometimes she goes alone, and I

enjoy it , but she's getting old, and her body can't handle it anymore," my uncle turned and sat on the edge of the bed, "We're divorced, and I

still go to see her occasionally, but this time when I saw Xiaoying, I had an extremely strong feeling. These past few days, I've been smelling her panties

every night , just like when I was young."

I continued to flip through the photos one by one, the scenes becoming more and more chaotic. My uncle occasionally appeared to have his ex-wife

perform oral sex , but the rest of the time he was probably taking pictures. I flipped to a photo where she was squatting on a black man's lap, his huge

penis inserted into her vagina, almost stretching the vaginal opening open, with a white penis in her mouth, and her hands were stroking two other penises.

A gigantic penis, her cheongsam nowhere to be seen, her breasts being squeezed and fondled by two different hands.

My penis was already out of control, a feeling of impending ejaculation washing over me. I turned around and saw that my uncle had already

removed my wife's bra, one hand gripping one breast, greedily licking my wife's nipple. My

wife's breasts, which I usually only caressed, were being squeezed and fondled by someone else. Extreme jealousy stimulated me, a perverse

pleasure .

(To be continued)

v The Tale of the Adulterous Wife: Immorality Should Not Be Taught

. "Use my camera, so you can savor it later." My uncle gave me his digital camera,

then took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of baggy shorts. I could see a bulge in the front of the shorts.

"Uncle, what if Xiaoying wakes up? It'll be troublesome. Let's just stop." I couldn't help but say. Although I was already

drunk and intoxicated, I still knew what was important. My wife and I were usually fine, very

proper If she suddenly woke up in this situation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As he spoke, my wife stirred slightly, turning her head to the side. She was still quite drunk and not fully sober, which

made the old lecher nervous. He quickly reached into his travel bag and grabbed an eye mask, still containing an opaque

blue liquid. "This is for airplanes; it's cooling and has a calming and hypnotic effect. Put it on her

." The old man certainly had a lot of new stuff.

I put the eye mask over my wife's eyes. "Tie her hands too." My cousin tossed me his tie.

I felt like I was filming a sadomasochistic movie, with my wife as the lead. I wrapped the tie around the headboard railing

a few times before tying both ends to my wife's hands. I didn't tie it too tightly, afraid it would hurt her; she wouldn't notice unless she

struggled .

Now, my wife lay on her side on the bed, her hands bound above her head, the eye mask on, her full breasts

erect , wearing only stockings and panties, her stockinged legs spread apart.

My lecherous uncle was straddling my wife's legs, rubbing her clitoris through her panties. "It's wet now

." He'd completely lost his composure, becoming a total pervert. I saw that my wife's

panties were soaked with her juices, so I recklessly snapped a few close-up shots of her vulva.

I took a few more pictures of my wife's wanton poses. My lower body was already aching, so I took off my clothes, leaving only

my panties. For the first time, I felt an overwhelming urge to make love to my wife. My uncle pulled the crotch of her panties aside,

revealing her wet vulva

, which felt amazing. He then inserted his fingers into her vulva, gently stirring them. "Great, it's completely wet. Even watching porn makes me aroused," my uncle said with a lewd grin.

The stimulation before my eyes, combined with the effects of the alcohol, pounded against my head. I

masturbated , thinking of kicking that old lecher away and then making love to my lovely wife. My cousin withdrew

his fingers, which were covered in semen, and several strands of semen still clung to his vulva.

'Not bad, smack...' The old lecher licked the semen off his fingers with a perverted grin.

'I'm going to have it, cousin.' I had no more interest in taking pictures; I was eager to penetrate my wife's warm, wet

vulva.

'Young man, can't wait any longer?' My cousin slowly pulled down my wife's panties,

exposing her vulva completely through the crotch of her stockings.

'What a natural vulva, wonderful!' My cousin gently pinched the labia of her vulva and pulled them apart,

revealing the small opening in the middle, and below that, an even smaller opening—I knew that was the urethra. 'You've been married

for over ten years, and Xiaoying's vulva is still this color. Looks like you haven't used it much.'

My cousin carefully admired his wife's vulva. Perhaps because of the stimulation, my wife

let out a soft moan.

'Just bear with it a little longer, let me enjoy it a little longer.' My cousin had already taken the initiative, making me,

the legitimate husband, wait.

I took a few photos, then sat in front of the computer looking at some pictures. My penis was throbbing unbearably. I watched as my cousin

took off one of my wife's high-heeled sandals from her stockinged feet, gently smelled the scent of her stockinged feet, and then stuck out his tongue

to lick from the toes of her stockinged feet, down to the soles, ankles, and up her calves, until the stockings were soaked.

The old lecher licked all the way to my wife's inner thighs, then used his hands to spread her vulva open, his tongue

flying , even probing into the small hole of my wife's vulva. Watching this scene, the jealous pleasure stimulated me, making me extremely

nostalgic for the feeling of my wife's vulva enveloping my penis. I also deeply understood why there is a saying that wife-swapping can intensify

the lust between husband and wife.

My cousin took off his shorts, and his erect penis was thick and powerful, completely disproportionate to his age, only

slightly . Maybe that's why that woman ran away, but looking at the guys in the picture, their penises were almost

twice the size of the old lecher's. I couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

"I'll go first. I've been wanting to taste this niece for a long time." My uncle

slowly into my wife's vagina. I cried out in protest, my wife being taken advantage of by this old lecher.

My uncle hoisted my wife's two stockinged legs onto his shoulders, supported himself on the bed with his hands, and thrust forcefully into her

vagina . I stood behind him, seeing for the first time another man's penis inside my wife's vagina. With

each thrust, his scrotum, wrapped around two round eggs, slammed against my wife's vagina.

Unable to contain my sexual urges any longer, I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wife's breast with one hand, and began stroking

my erect penis with the other. Perhaps due to the stimulation of her vagina, my wife moaned softly, her breasts swaying

. I then pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open, and inserted my penis.

The head of my penis lightly brushed against her tongue, feeling incredibly pleasurable. Her breathing became labored, causing her to

whimper softly. Afraid she would wake up, I pulled out my penis, drool escaping from the corner of her mouth

. Fortunately, she only groaned a few times before I put my penis back in her mouth.

At this moment, my uncle began breathing heavily. "Xiaoying's vagina is really something, gripping me so tightly,

much better than those European and American women."

Seeing that he had already thrust about a hundred times, I became a little worried. "Uncle, don't ejaculate inside, that would be troublesome

."

I didn't want another unwanted son. "

I... I've already had a tubal ligation, don't worry, oh..." My uncle thrust hard twice more.

The wife responded with a soft "oh," and began to wriggle, as if sensing something, "Honey, stop

... Oh... my head hurts so much..."

My wife whispered a few words, and I didn't dare utter a sound. My cousin was half-lying on top of her,

barely daring .

It seemed my wife was truly hungover; she didn't seem to notice her hands were tied, and she couldn't see. She must have fallen into a deep

sleep. My cousin slowly withdrew his limp penis, the glans still bearing traces of semen and my wife's

vaginal fluid . My

cousin and I switched positions. Seeing the pale white semen flowing from my wife's vagina, I didn't care about

anything else and thrust my penis straight into her clitoris.

Her vagina was extremely lubricated; the sensation of my wife's love juice mixed with my cousin's semen intensified my jealous

stimulation . I thrust my penis in and out forcefully, grabbing my wife's stockinged ankles to widen her vagina

further.

Under my stimulation, my wife moaned repeatedly, refusing to get up despite my thrusting. After

several dozen , my wife begged me to be gentler, saying that my thrusting was giving her a terrible headache. I quickly slowed down my thrusting,

and my wife gradually calmed down.

My cousin untied the tie from my wife's hands. Seeing that she wasn't reacting, he boldly copied me and shoved his

semi-erect penis into her mouth. In a daze, she gently swallowed and released his penis, but

after a few licks, she stopped moving.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If my wife were conscious, she would definitely feel two penises inside her. Luckily, she was drunk

. This continuous stimulation had brought me to my climax. I thrust a few more times, then quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina

, ejaculating onto her stockings and even onto her lower abdomen.

I was feeling dizzy. I saw my cousin still playing with my wife's breasts, but judging from his limp

penis, I knew he couldn't go on. I wanted to help my wife put on her pajamas, but my

cousin and support her legs with both hands.

My wife leaned softly against me, her legs spread and draped over my arms. Semen and vaginal

fluid flowed continuously from her vagina. My cousin took the opportunity to film this lewd scene. I couldn't hold back any longer,

so I covered my wife's body with a blanket and fell asleep beside her.

When my wife woke me up, it was almost noon. Judging from her expression, she seemed completely unaware of anything. Then she

scolded me for letting Xiao Zhi sleep with my cousin. I laughed and said I really wanted to sleep with you, but before I could finish, she pinched my nose and

said I was taking advantage of her while she was drunk.

My son came in to call me, and my wife hurriedly went out to greet my cousin, asking him to bring back more local specialties. I thought to myself, "I've already

let him use you, what else do you need to bring?"

My cousin saw me and immediately laughed, asking if I was taking advantage of her while she was drunk. My wife's face immediately turned red, and she gave

me a reproachful look. I thought to myself, "You're the one who took advantage of my wife while she was drunk," and I kept making excuses.

Before leaving, my cousin gave me a new CD, seemingly made just last night. Knowing it contained

photos of our lewd encounter, I quickly put it away, my heart pounding.

After seeing him off at the airport, life seemed to return to normal, but my heart remained

restless . The sudden stimulation had deeply stirred my pleasure. Back home, I couldn't resist visiting several

websites with group sex pictures, but they felt utterly uninteresting compared to before. Late at night, after my 　　son and wife had fallen asleep

, I quietly took out the CD my cousin had given me. Inside was

a check for $3000. What was it for? I noticed text on the CD; it was

a letter from my cousin. 　　In the letter, he said he was happy to have had that experience with me. The money was for me to buy more sex toys and lingerie for my wife. He added that true pleasure and more excitement come from exchanging wives with other men. He suggested I join such a club, hoping that next time I returned, I could enjoy my "cuckolded wife" with him. 　　On the other hand, I couldn't help but regret letting that old lecher sleep with my wife so easily. Did he tamper ? 　　Anyway, I couldn't resist after seeing the photos of his ex-wife's promiscuity. Luckily, there were pictures , so it was good to have some fun. Besides, his suggestion of wife-swapping was tempting. Everyone wants to try other people's wives. 　　As for my wife, she's not that kind of promiscuous woman, or to put it professionally, I don't have the method to cultivate her promiscuous nature. 　　After that, a few times before having sex with my wife, I showed her some group sex pictures, and she immediately stopped looking and wouldn't let me look either, saying she was afraid I would corrupt our son, and she even complained that I was perverted and wanted my wife to be with other men. She wouldn't even have sex anymore .

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