elder brother and sister-in-law

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In 1992, my brother brought my sister-in-law and eight-month-old nephew back to our hometown for the Spring Festival. It was my sister-in-law's second time visiting (the first time was for her wedding),
and the task of showing her around fell to me. That year, I had just started working and didn't have a girlfriend.
It wasn't that I was unattractive; I was a well-known handsome guy at school (self-indulgent), but my family was very strict. My

sister-in-law wasn't particularly beautiful, just not stunning. However, she had full breasts and a great figure, and she smelled wonderful. 　　Over the next two days, I accompanied her to all the famous historical sites in our hometown. We got along very well, and she clearly noticed my frequent glances at her chest and buttocks, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she often intentionally or unintentionally let my hand touch her body (or perhaps I was just imagining things). 　　On the third day, I took her to a scenic spot on the outskirts of the city. After playing there for a while, my sister-in-law said she was tired and wanted to rest. There were some couples' houses on the slope, like bird's nests supported by wooden frames in mid-air, so I suggested renting one to enjoy the view, and my sister-in-law agreed. 　　We went up to the "bird's nest," and the manager brought tea and snacks and then moved the ladder away. The "bird's nest" only had one door, one window, a small square table, and two long benches, barely enough for four people. My sister-in-law and I took off our coats and sat down, chatting for a while. My gaze fell on my sister-in-law's round and full breasts, accentuated by her sweater, and my little brother uncontrollably swelled up. My sister-in-law noticed my gaze and seemed a little awkward... My sister-in-law couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and stood up to get her coat hanging behind the door, but I couldn't resist her buttocks swaying , so I hugged her from behind. Surprisingly, my sister-in-law didn't make a sound or resist, but instead leaned her head against me. I frantically tried to take off my sister-in-law's clothes. 　　My sister-in-law chuckled and stopped me. She took off her wool pants, wool trousers, and shorts from under her skirt, and I followed suit, pulling my pants down to my knees. She looked at my large penis, laughed, and said, "So big!" before placing her hands on the table, exposing her buttocks to me. 　　I tried to imitate the position from behind, but my penis couldn't find its way into her vagina (^_^). 　　With her guidance, I finally entered a woman's body for the first time. An indescribable feeling of pleasure enveloped me. I used this position for my first time , and for some reason, I remained erect without ejaculating. At first, she was dry inside, and the movements were a little clumsy, but it gradually became smoother. 　　My sister-in-law also slowly became aroused, suppressing her breathing. The only sound was the slight movement of my thrusting in and out of her vagina, the slippery yet . For someone experiencing sex for the first time, words couldn't describe it. 　　Strangely enough, my first time having sex lasted a full half hour (about 40 minutes) before I ejaculated. My subsequent sexual encounters with my sister-in-law never lasted that long, which made her never believe that she was the one who made me a man. 　　After our first time together, although I felt guilty towards my brother (I later learned he was also very open-minded about sex), I couldn't control newly awakened sexual desire. I seized every opportunity to have sex with my sister-in-law, and although she was surprised by my strong libido, she never refused. In bed, outdoors, on the rooftop, in the stairwell… she always found ways to satisfy my desires, indulging in the pleasure of our affair. 　　After the New Year, my brother and sister-in-law took my nephew back to another city, and I went back to work. My newly awakened desire was only satisfied a few times before being forced to stop, which was torture for someone who had just tasted the joys of sex. During this time, I hired prostitutes a few times (I was financially well-off), but they quickly became unpalatable. 　　After being "trained" by my sister-in-law, I started paying attention to mature women older than me. 　　Around this time, a woman at my workplace caught my attention. 　　Since I had just started working, my supervisor assigned her to be my business mentor. I was 22 then, while she was 34, but she looked only about 27 or 28, and quite attractive. 　　To be honest, at first I only admired her because she was much older than me, and I only paid attention to younger women. It was only after I had a relationship I developed a strong interest in mature women older than me. Moreover, due to work, she was the mature woman I interacted with most frequently. 　　So I started paying attention to everything about her. She was 1.67m tall and weighed 62kg (according to her company physical exam), with a bust of **, waist of **, and hips of **. "Hehe, it's not a secret, but I forgot the exact measurements. I lied about them using other excuses . I think they were 90, 75, 94 (it was early spring)." I also learned that she had a daughter when she was 23 and came from a relatively wealthy family. The only thing that caught my attention was that she constantly complained about how her husband wasn't as good as other men. "I've got 　　a chance," I thought to myself, secretly pleased. 　　But reality is always different (truth, damn it, that's true). Since we were colleagues, and I was a new employee, I wasn't absolutely sure I could make a move. And every time I found an opportunity, I was too guilty to act and missed it. 　　Time flew by, and another year passed in the blink of an eye. Because of my proactive performance, I was appreciated by the boss and finally caught her eye (success! Fireworks lit up the sky, drums pounded!). Wait!? ...Don't misunderstand, she only took a liking to me by introducing me to her niece, who had just graduated from university. 　　The girl was quite good-looking, with a good temperament, and was both beautiful and voluptuous (in my opinion—90 points), and also quite smart—she hadn't been taken advantage of by the perverts in college (add 120 points). 　　Imagine: a girl who scores 210 points suddenly appears in front of you, what would you choose? So my previous goal became blurred, and in the end I became her niece's husband, not her lover...I got married on New Year's Day in 1997, you could say it was a "shotgun wedding," and in July of the same year, I became a father. At that time, in other people's eyes, I was so happy: a successful career, a beautiful wife, a lovely child, and a spacious house. It seemed that I had everything that someone my age should have, and I was also immersed in joy. 　　I forgot a truth: "There is no absolute perfection in the world." 　　1998 was a year I will never forget. After the beginning of spring, I frequently traveled for work and studies. My feelings for my wife haven't changed much, but our sex life has gradually cooled over time. Plus, I'm often away on business, so I've paid less attention to her, especially after a long day. I often fall asleep as soon as I get into bed, neglecting her gentle gestures . Even on the rare occasions we've been intimate, I've rushed through it all. 　　Days have passed like this, mundane and hurried. I've become so carefree that I haven't noticed the changes in my wife, the subtle differences...

Small changes, I noticed but didn't think much of it. Anyway, she'd been taking more showers lately, and going shopping for new clothes. Sometimes when
I came back from business trips, the house looked like it hadn't been heated for days; it was so clean it didn't feel like home.

One day in mid-September (I don't remember the exact date), I was on a flight home from Beijing, joking with my
colleagues while thinking about a little surprise for my wife. The night before I was to leave, she called to ask
when I'd be home. I pretended to be helpless and told her it might be another three or four days, so she'd never expect to be home that day.

Remembering the love and care she showed me on the phone every day while I was away, I felt a surge of warmth in my heart.

The company car dropped me off at the airport and left. When I got home, the house was empty and deserted. I checked
the time: 8 PM, still early. I considered all the possibilities: she was at her parents' house; she was working overtime; she was out with friends
; or… Suddenly, a terrible thought popped into my head… I shook my head, dismissing the suspicion. My wife has
always had suitors; if she wanted to cheat, she wouldn't wait until now. Besides, she's so virtuous and lovely, always so poised and generous
. There's simply no way that could happen.

Suspicion often destroys a happy family, especially after a promise to grow old together. I silently warned myself. After
trusting , I still wanted to surprise her, so I didn't call to urge her home, nor did I turn on the lights. Instead, I went to the study, lay down in the rocking chair, and closed
my eyes to rest.

Time seemed to pass slowly, but my wife still hadn't returned. I started to panic, but then I looked at the time and couldn't help but chuckle: only half an hour had passed.
It seems waiting for someone is indeed agonizing.

I stopped lying down, stood up, and went to the window to look down at the scene below, hoping to see my wife's charming figure. Thinking and hoping… a
long-lost passion welled up within me, as if I had traveled back in time to the days of our passionate love.

Lost in thought, more than ten minutes passed quickly, but I still didn't see my wife appear at the corner of the street. Instead, I noticed a
young man about my age standing in the shadows not far away, seemingly waiting for someone.

Bored, I began to observe him with great interest.

Who was it…? I couldn't see clearly.

A handsome man… or an ugly one… I couldn't tell.

…But I was certain of two things:

one, he was waiting for someone;

two, I definitely didn't see him when I came back.

While I was idly pondering him, I saw him emerge from the shadows, as if he were going to greet someone. Using the light of the streetlamp, I
breathed a sigh of relief and finally saw his face. It turned out to be one of my best friends; his wife was also a good friend of my wife's.

This guy has a penchant for womanizing, a habit he hasn't changed even after marriage. Actually, his wife is quite
pretty, though not as beautiful , she's still above average, with a good figure and defined curves.

I chuckled to myself, thinking that with his wife pregnant, he's probably just venting his energy by going out and having affairs, probably with
some girl in the neighborhood this time.

Following his gaze, I wanted to see what the girl looked like, but to my surprise, I saw my wife appear in my line of sight. A pale yellow, fitted
dress accentuated her 1.64m, 86-65-88 figure, making her look incredibly alluring. Her long, flowing hair made her oval face appear exceptionally delicate.
She was alone; the child was probably at her maternal grandmother's again (her family has a nanny). But I immediately understood, because I
knew , and she was his friend. His behavior was just a normal reaction: while waiting for someone, he saw an acquaintance and went up to say hello.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed completely different reactions: they both clearly saw each other, but my wife seemed not to recognize him at all, walking straight into
the stairwell, while my friend seemed completely unconcerned, his gaze following my wife's figure as he remained downstairs, only occasionally glancing up at our house…

Could it be… that ominous premonition resurfaced in my mind?

The study had curtains and the lights were off, so I wasn't worried he saw me. I shook my head, temporarily putting my doubts aside: I heard
my wife coming upstairs.

When we renovated the house, for privacy, we combined the master bedroom with an adjacent bedroom, turning that bedroom into a study. To enter the bedroom from the living room,
one had to pass through the study first, and the living room also lacked a door. To avoid disturbing rest, we re-partitioned the two rooms with wooden planks, creating a wardrobe and TV cabinet with doors, except for leaving
space for a few decorative items. We also partitioned off a small storage room in the study.

(A complete house diagram is missing here. I originally wanted to give everyone a visual understanding, but I'm not good at that and haven't figured out how to attach the diagram
. I'll have to make up for this later.) I'm currently in the storage room. There are some blinds on the door, with the blinds facing downwards. From
the inside you can see the main entrance and most of the living room, but from the outside, you can only see the upper part of the storage room by looking up through the door.

Through the blinds, I saw my wife turn on the light, change her shoes, and walk into the living room. I didn't hear the door lock, so she must have left it
ajar. Just as I was wondering what was going on and was about to come out, I suddenly heard someone push open the ajar door, come in, and then immediately close it again.

The man entered the living room. I looked closely and saw it was a guy—it was my friend from downstairs earlier. I vaguely heard him say
softly , "Why did it take so long? I've been waiting downstairs for over half an hour."

"When you called, I said I was bathing our son. I can't just leave like that."

Perhaps the scene earlier gave me a bad feeling; I didn't rush out but remained hidden. She wouldn't
come to the storage room now, and besides, I had my shoes on, so I didn't need to worry about them finding out.

Suddenly, the two in the living room fell silent. The guy grabbed my wife and pulled her into his arms, kissing her while his hands
grabbed and squeezed her full breasts. I vaguely heard "tsk, tsk" sounds of kissing and panting.

My mind went completely blank. I suddenly wanted to rush out and beat the adulterous couple (I used to fight a lot when I was in school).

My friend?

My wife?

My heart was like shattered porcelain.

Shattered

beyond repair.

It was a pity... but at the same time, an unusual excitement welled up inside me. I finally steeled myself and watched how things unfolded, wanting to figure out
the cause .

After a while, the two separated, and my wife walked into the study. Although I knew that people outside couldn't see in, I still subconsciously squatted down
.

My wife turned on the light and went into the bedroom. Then I heard the bedroom light switch on and the curtains being drawn, followed by the sound of the living room light being switched off.
The guy went into the study and closed the door. I saw the study light go out too. He went straight into the bedroom and closed the door…
Because the art shelf between the study and bedroom was open, I could clearly hear their laughter and playful banter. I heard the guy want to do *that* with my
wife first, but she insisted on taking a shower first. Eventually, they went into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of them showering. A little while later, I heard them get into bed and
turn off the light.

Unable to contain my excitement, I secretly opened the storage room door, took off my shoes, and tiptoed to the art shelf, peering into the bedroom… Because my
eyes had been in the darkness of the storage room the whole time, the complete darkness of the bedroom and study hadn't completely deprived me of my vision.

I vaguely saw the guy and my wife lying naked on the bed. There was a large bath towel under my wife (my wife likes to
put a bath towel under her when she has sex, so that the bed won't be sticky and uncomfortable when she gets too excited). The guy was kissing her while
groping her plump body... After a while, I heard him ask my wife to suck his penis. What comforted me a little was that no matter how he coaxed her,
my wife still refused to kiss him there.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, he gave up. He simply sat up and pressed himself against her, and she raised her legs to meet his thrusts. I heard my wife
let out a soft "hmm," and I knew his thing was inside her. This lustful man thrust faster and faster like a lecher, and after only about 20 thrusts, he lay
still... A moment later, my wife turned on the bedside lamp. I quickly lowered my head and heard the rustling
sound of tissues being wiped on her lower body in the bedroom. My wife's voice suddenly rang out: "I want to sleep. You should go back."

I was startled and was about to crawl back to the storage room when I heard my "friend" reply: "Usually when I call you, you always make excuses about not being able to. Today we just
had our fun and you want me to go back? Anyway, today you're always..." "My husband isn't coming back, and I already told my family I wasn't going home today. Are you expecting
me to sleep on the streets?"

My wife chuckled. "I have to go to work tomorrow. The last few times you stayed overnight at my place, I didn't get a good night's sleep.
Besides I have a family, and I don't want to change my current life. If I hadn't been fooled by you that time, I wouldn't have agreed
to maintain this relationship with you. Please come back."

He laughed too. "You're always so cooperative during sex, which means you're willing, isn't it? I love your gentle and submissive nature.
Damn it... (sorry, I'll omit my name) what good deeds did I do to deserve such a beautiful and voluptuous wife like you?"

There was a moment of silence in the bedroom, then the lights went out.

"Don't curse my husband, he's a good guy, he just made the mistake of hanging out with a bad friend like you."

"What? Your husband's probably sleeping with some prostitute right now."

"Impossible, he went with people from his workplace. Honestly, have you ever hired a prostitute?"

"No, I never hire prostitutes." (Actually, this guy frequents prostitutes, but now he's acting like a saint, damn it.) "Let me tell you
honestly , if you've ever hired a prostitute, don't touch me again, I don't want to catch that disease."

"I swear..."

The two were playfully teasing each other in the bedroom... As things became clearer, my mind became unusually calm.

From their conversation, I knew their relationship probably wouldn't last long. When? (I still haven't definitively confirmed this)?

Looking back, it must have been after the Lunar New Year. My wife had fully recovered her postpartum figure and you couldn't tell she'd
given birth ; on the contrary, she had a more mature charm than before. It was probably in March, because my best friend kept hanging around, sometimes coming to
my house five or six times a week. But I wasn't on a business trip in March, so that seems unlikely.

The most probable time was early May. He called me frequently while I was away on business, probably to find out my schedule. Also, my wife
was weaning our child at the time, and the baby was staying with her parents for a week, which meant we didn't see each other. I happened to be in Nanjing then.

Yes, I remember the night I returned from Nanjing, he came over for a visit. He seemed a little disappointed when he saw me at home,
and my wife also seemed a bit strange when she saw him.

Since the end of June, I've been on three business trips, totaling over 20 days. This guy only called twice. I guess he
must , otherwise he wouldn't need to check my itinerary every time (his wife is at home, he's in a hotel—I doubt that's likely,
he's probably having sex with me most of the time, damn it, just thinking about it makes me angry).

Just then, I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. I peeked out and saw the two of them rolling around in bed again. (I forgot
to mention that we run the air conditioning full blast when we sleep in the summer, so we only need a light blanket.) I heard my friend again urging my wife to swallow his "stick,"
but she firmly refused. (Actually, my wife is quite good at oral sex, very gentle and pleasurable, but she always insists that I wash myself clean first, and she absolutely refuses to swallow
semen.) Helpless, this guy had no choice but to get straight to the point... Sometimes it was the traditional position, sometimes the side-rear position. His rapid breathing and my wife's
soft moans constantly stimulated my brain. The sounds of his penis thrusting in and out and the sounds of flesh colliding were clearly audible. Occasionally,
my young wife would involuntarily let out a "ah" of pain when he suddenly penetrated her.

Soon after, my wife reached orgasm. Perhaps because he had just ejaculated, this time he lasted a long time. Later, probably tired, he
sat up and asked my wife to be on top. The blanket slipped to the side, and my wife and he embraced and started masturbating in the cowgirl position. After a while, he wanted to
try the doggy style... Suddenly, this guy seemed to have found a treasure:

"Oh, oh, why is your vagina suddenly so tight? It feels like you're sucking me with your mouth!"

"Is it good?"

"It's good, it's good, don't stop, oh..."

To be honest, my wife's vagina is definitely a "masterpiece." It has layers upon layers inside, and when it grips and sucks, it feels like countless little mouths are licking it. And
no matter how long it goes on, her vaginal opening will close quickly.

This guy got off easy. Under his wife's "secret weapon," he didn't last long before ejaculating. He was exhausted this time, collapsing
onto my wife's back and pinning her down on the bed. It took him a while to get off her and lie down to the side. I guess he
didn't ejaculate much this time. My wife was probably too tired to even wipe herself; she just rolled over, grabbed the blanket, covered herself, and went to sleep.

What I saw was already a fact. Once something like this happens, it'll happen again. I considered divorce, but looking at my still-docile wife and
adorable children, and thinking about the terrible public opinion, I backed down.

To be honest, I don't take this kind of thing too seriously. Besides, it's an opportunity for me to try out more women. What angers me is that they shouldn't be
cheating . Maybe I'd be more accepting of a stranger, but then again, maybe I wouldn't be able to tolerate it either. Who knows?

After weighing the options, I decided not to expose them and accept the situation, as long as they don't make a big fuss about it.

Judging from my usual feelings, my wife still loves me, and besides, I'm not perfect. I can just laugh it off.

It seems my wife really can't be too beautiful; otherwise, even if she's not interested, someone else will always find an opportunity. That's so true.

There's another strange phenomenon that puzzles me: I found myself incredibly excited when I was spying. The stimulation was unprecedented. After hearing snoring from
the bedroom , my penis was so engorged I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sneaked out of the house. It was already past 2 a.m. I couldn't
even manage to find a prostitute at a beauty salon (with a condom, of course) as they suggested (I couldn't do that).

However, the cool night breeze naturally calmed my rising lust to a manageable level. But the thought of that guy being able to take
advantage of respectable women without a condom, while I was helplessly homeless, filled me with rage: "One day, I'll take your wife too."
(Thankfully, two years later, one summer, I finally achieved my goal, unbeknownst to him, but that's a story for another time
.) I spent the night in a hotel, dozing off for a while before finally falling asleep, only to have a nightmare.

The next morning, I called my wife to tell her I was coming home.

When I got home from work and saw the clean and tidy bedroom, I almost wondered if I'd been dreaming. Only the clean, slightly damp
bath towel reminded me it wasn't a dream, but that didn't prove anything.

That night, disregarding my wife's exhaustion, I relentlessly released my pent-up desires. My wife was surprised by my unusual behavior, yet she still tried her best to please me, as always.
Only I knew in my heart that my wife was no longer the innocent girl she once was… and I vaguely felt that I had changed a lot too… Since
that incident, I tested her many times, and I felt that my wife still deeply loved me. It was just that my long absences prevented me from satisfying her sexual desires, while my
friend's advances filled that need. However, they were only having sex without love; they only wanted to be lovers, not partners—a fact both of them were well aware of.

I changed my previous attitude of viewing business trips as desirable, declining some optional appointments. But there were some I had to go to that I couldn't refuse
(I returned early twice, and didn't witness my wife's infidelity again, but the clean, freshly dried towels each time reminded me of the possibility of this
abnormal sexual relationship).

From then on, I often had a strange feeling about my wife: it was as if she was no longer simply my wife, but also someone else's wife.
When I had sex with her, it felt like I was possessing another man's woman, spying on another man's wife's secrets,
deriving pleasure from the sexual arousal, embarrassment, and frenzy of another man's wife, a stranger.

I kept thinking about her expression when she was being raped by another man, the man's thick, powerful penis like an iron pillar penetrating her abdomen. A young,
beautiful woman, her pride, reserve, and purity must have been smeared with filth, grime, and sticky semen and vaginal fluid, and I could
rape this woman at will!

Every time I thought of this, I would be overcome with lust and thrust violently. My wife would spread her legs wide, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck,
murmuring in her ear as I continued my assault, fueling my anger.

Almost every time this happened, we were too exhausted to care for personal hygiene and would fall into a deep sleep, so we washed our bath
towels more and more frequently.

Would it be the same if the same story happened to someone else? I don't know. I only know that men often
crave . People usually don't say it aloud, but they often secretly yearn for it. That's why some people enjoy wife-swapping or threesomes, but
most are just... well, you know.

After this incident, probably out of a desire for revenge, I started targeting my wife's aunt (who was now my subordinate).
So I tried my best to build a relationship with her, and whenever I did business, I would try to arrange for her to accompany me. This greatly shortened the distance between us and also
eliminated the possibility that my wife would think I was having an affair. But as before, I couldn't make a final decision, until one day…
Spring in '99 was beautiful. In April, I went to Chengdu alone for a meeting I couldn't refuse. The meeting, originally scheduled for ten days, ended in three.
The next part of the meeting involved organizing a tour, but I had no interest in sightseeing. Suddenly, a strong desire to go home overwhelmed me, so that afternoon I
took a flight home.

It was around 6 p.m. when I got home. No one was home, and my clothes were still hanging on the balcony, including a large bath towel. We usually use two
bath towels . My wife is very clean and always washes and dries the used towels after sex. This situation was tantamount to telling me that my wife might have been
having sex with someone else at home last night. I couldn't help but smile bitterly because I had called home last night, and my wife's voice sounded a little depressed on the phone. Now that I think about it
, she was probably being pinned down by a man at that time—a terrible woman. As

usual, I hid behind the curtains in the study to observe. Around 11 o'clock, my wife returned alone. The child was probably at her parents' house again. I hid in
the storage room and heard my wife moving around, packing clothes, then washing up and going to bed. It seemed like there was no chance tonight, but that was
expected , since we had just made love last night. If this guess was correct, then something would happen tomorrow or the day after. One reason was that Sun Wei
had boundless energy and nowhere to release it. He had finally gotten an opportunity (I had been at home since I went on a business trip in early December last year), and I believed he wouldn't
give up easily.

After a difficult day in the hotel (mostly sleeping to recharge), Sun Wei called in the afternoon. We chatted about the gossip
on the streets , which further solidified my previous thoughts.

At 6 PM, having already eaten dinner, I was in my study (when I'm not home, my wife usually eats at her parents' house, sometimes out with friends).
Sure enough, around 6:30, the phone rang. I saw it was Sun Wei calling, so of course I didn't answer (and I wouldn't have answered otherwise anyway). Before 7 PM,
Sun Wei was already downstairs. He looked up at our house, then called again. When no one answered, he dialed again (probably my wife's
cell phone). I watched him say a few words on the phone and hang up, thinking my wife was about to appear.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, my wife appeared at the other end of the road. She was wearing a gray wool sweater, her full breasts
bulging , a floral knee-length skirt, and knee-high boots. Her long hair was still flowing, and she exuded a mature charm.

Just like last time, my wife went into the building by herself, while that guy waited downstairs.

I clearly heard this guy complain as soon as he walked in that he was always the one calling his wife, asking why she couldn't just call him first. His wife
chuckled but didn't answer. Then he urged her to go to bed. I was furious: Damn it, it's only seven o'clock and he's already in bed. His wife mocked him for being a lustful
devil, but still obediently went into the bedroom... When I peeked at them from the display shelf, they had already showered and were lying in bed.
As usual, his wife had a towel under her. This time, Sun Wei didn't rush into intercourse. Instead, he had his wife lie down with her knees bent and then stroked her
genitals .

I felt a burning sensation all over my body. A wicked force fueled my desire, burning in every part of my brain and body.

His wife's vulva was quite full, and her labia were very fleshy, like two low, fleshy hills clustered on either side of her vulva, completely
covering . It was a pity that such a beautiful wife, such a wonderful body, was being violated by another man. A trace of discomfort
squeezed out of my excitement and surged into my heart.

What bothered me even more was that after Sun Wei groped around, he lay on the bed and asked for oral sex. Unlike last time, my wife didn't refuse. Instead,
she obediently sat up and bent down to lick his penis. Sometimes she would lightly lick it with the tip of her tongue, and sometimes she would take the whole thing into her mouth and swallow it.
He couldn't stand the stimulation, and soon his penis became erect. He pressed my wife down on the bed, held his penis with one hand, first
rotated the head of his penis around the entrance of my wife's vagina a few times, then pressed his body against my wife, lifted her up slightly, pressed her down again, lifted her up again, and repeated this several times.

My wife's buttocks and waist responded with an upward thrust, slowly lowering after a while, letting out a long breath. Although I
couldn't moment the man's penis entered my wife, their actions clearly told me that my wife's body had now
accepted another man's reproductive organ... My wife and he hugged tightly, passionately kissing. His
firm buttocks thrust repeatedly into my wife's lower body. Under the man's constant pressure, my wife gradually
spread wider and wider, her body becoming increasingly aroused.

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