Wife lets subordinate take advantage of her [Full text]

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First, let me introduce my subordinate. He's short, ugly, suffers from rhinitis, and speaks unclearly, requiring multiple repetitions to understand. His work ability is also terrible, much like Duan Yanqing from "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils." He pulled strings to get transferred to my department, and things unfolded much like Duan's experience: he took advantage of my wife, a young woman vastly different from him. Duan Yanqing was a martial arts master, while his only strength was his drinking ability—at least a pound and a half of liquor. I discovered this through repeated tests after he took advantage of my wife.

The difference in their social standing further intensified my already urge to cheat on my wife. To alleviate my arousal, I wrote down what happened.

Last year, our old bungalow was demolished, so I temporarily rented a place. It was a small two-bedroom apartment of about 50 square meters. Let me describe the layout. It's a very old building with three units per floor. I rented the west-facing unit. Upon entering, the kitchen is to the north, followed by a small hallway. Behind the hallway is another small kitchen. To the west of the hallway are two rooms, one facing south and one facing north. The south-facing room is our bedroom; because my wife is sensitive to the sun, we placed the bed against the north wall. The north-facing room is a small bedroom. There's a window in the wall between the two bedrooms for ventilation. Since we rarely have guests, I removed the window panes. I also removed the door to the north-facing bedroom, and the door to the south-facing bedroom is faulty and doesn't close properly. My subordinate, born in 1988, is short, clumsy, and unattractive. He doesn't shower for a month and always smells bad.

He got the job in my department through connections, so he can only do simple errands and light manual labor.

In September, my newly purchased house was being renovated, and this happened during that time. Because I was cleaning the house, I sometimes asked him to help me with chores, but he wasn't very strong and was always weak. Once, I asked him if he'd ever dated anyone in school, and if he was a virgin. He said, "In this world, who doesn't have fun in school?" I was very skeptical. Someone like him, who would even be interested in a woman? That's just...purely for fun, for getting fucked.

It just shows how open-minded young people are these days. Someone like my wife, good-looking, with a certain status, a good career, and older than him, is sexually out of his league. I never imagined that one day my wife would let him take advantage of her. That day, I needed to do some work at the new house and couldn't find anyone else, so I asked him to do it for me all afternoon. I felt bad just letting him go back to the company like that; he lives in the company dormitory, so I had to provide meals.

The three of us went to my place, my wife cooked a few dishes, and we started drinking. I originally intended to have a simple meal before sending him home, but after drinking for a while, it started raining heavily. We ate for another hour, and the rain continued. He was also quite drunk, and I couldn't very well let him ride his bicycle home like that, could I? My home is quite far from my company. So I discussed it with my wife, and we decided to let him stay at our place, in the north bedroom. After that, we started drinking freely, and my wife started drinking too. The three of us drank two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a few bottles of beer.

After eating, I tidied up a bit, got into bed, and took off all my clothes. The excitement from the alcohol was still lingering, and more importantly, in a space that wasn't exactly enclosed, there was another man present. I'd had many cuckolding fantasies, but this was the first time I'd actually been so close. My wife is indeed very traditional, but also relatively open-minded. How so? Well, when she's allowed to be naked, she doesn't care if other men see her body, like when she's in the hospital or breastfeeding. And a few of my tenants have indeed seen her half-naked.

With these two factors, and the fact that I'm definitely going to have sex with my wife when I'm drunk, my penis is rock hard. But the alcohol was taking effect; I hadn't drunk this much in a long time. I started to feel dizzy.

My wife had already made up Ah Liang's bed while we were drinking, and when he went back to his own bed and lay down, my wife got into bed too. Ah Liang staggered to the bathroom, and after tidying up his things, my wife also got into bed.

It's my wife's fault; she accidentally pressed down on me. If she hadn't, maybe none of this would have happened.

I woke up abruptly. When I opened my eyes, my wife was changing into her pajamas. She's very sensitive to heat, but her legs got cold during childbirth, so she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra, only her pajamas. My

libido hadn't subsided, and my wife's actions aroused me even more. I pulled her down and tried to penetrate her.

Because the two bedrooms were separated by only one wall, and the window between them had no panes, you could hear everything clearly when someone turned over. My wife didn't want to do it, but she couldn't resist me, so she agreed to let me penetrate her from behind a dozen times, and I had no choice but to agree.

I'd only been thrusting a few times when I heard Ah Liang get out of bed next door. My wife quickly told me to stop. I stopped, but continued thrusting gently, listening to Ah Liang's movements.

He left the room, but didn't go to the bathroom. Oh no, he was coming towards our bedroom. He peeked in through the doorway, then withdrew, asking, "Sister-in-law, where's the light in this little hallway?" I was going to the kitchen to get some water.

The lights weren't on in the room, so he probably couldn't see clearly, but in this city, it's impossible to be completely dark. The lights outside were on, so the room wasn't very dark, and we could still make out our silhouettes. "

It's right next to that mirror," my wife said. At that moment, I pulled out my penis, just touching her buttocks.

I heard Ah Liang fumble around for a few times but still couldn't find it. The switch was hard to find without prior knowledge. "

Wait there for a moment, I'll turn it on for you," my wife said. "

Okay, I'll go to the kitchen first," Ah Liang replied, his footsteps heading towards the kitchen.

Our bed was only 80 centimeters from the door. My wife sat up, got out of bed, one foot on the floor and the other still on the bed, leaning to one side, reaching out one hand to hold onto the wall and the other to reach for the light switch. Since our bedroom door was only ajar, about 20 centimeters, my wife meant she could just reach out and turn on the light, while my bedroom light remained off so Ah Liang wouldn't see her naked. Actually, she probably wasn't thinking that much about it at the time; she probably forgot she was naked, just wanted to turn on the light for Ah Liang as quickly as possible so he wouldn't trip over anything. The rented apartment was too small, and there was too much stuff on the floor.

With a "click," the light came on, and my wife let out a soft "ah," then another, before quickly retreating back onto the bed. By the light shining through the glass above the door, I glanced at my wife; her face was flushed.

I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say. She just straightened her clothes, and when I tried to touch her again, she wouldn't let me.

Helpless, I had to stop and go to the restroom. Passing Ah Liang's room, I saw him getting into bed, having just drunk some water. I

was stunned. He was just like me—guess what? That's right, completely naked!

I understood my wife's first "Ah!"—she saw Ah Liang's naked body. I couldn't help but look down at his genitals; they were hard. Because I'm nearsighted, I couldn't see the exact size, but that was enough. I knew the reason for my wife's second "Ah!" She must have remembered that she was also naked—oh, not completely naked, her pajama bottoms were still draped over her leg that was stretched out on the bed.

As for her stopping me from moving, Ah Liang must have seen her. Although the time from when she turned on the light to when she flashed back to bed was very short, if Ah Liang was standing at the kitchen doorway facing our bedroom door at that moment, even a short time couldn't be faster than lightning. Lightning can still be seen; he would have seen her naked body from the front. Perhaps his erection proved that.

Thinking about this, a pang of fear shot through me. That strange feeling, both sweet and bitter, was it a matter of gain or loss? My own wife, just like that… This twisted feeling of loss, excitement, and stimulation gently pounded at my heart. I had fantasized countless times about other men touching and having sex with my wife, imagined countless different scenarios, but in this particular scenario, my wife's virginity was completely lost, and it was real. No wonder she wouldn't let me touch her anymore. There was a 99.9% chance she saw it. Should I try to balance my feelings by thinking that Ah Liang just happened not to see her at that moment? Ah Liang, that lazy and ugly guy, that toad, just like that, he took advantage of the swan.

With incredibly complex feelings, I relieved myself and went back to bed.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up groggily, looked up at the window, and it was dark outside. I let out a sigh, turned around, put my right leg over my wife's lower abdomen and thigh, and used my right hand to hold her and press her breasts.

Because the streetlights outside were bright and the bedroom wasn't very dark, in the instant I turned around, I saw a dark figure disappear from my wife's chest. I was startled and remained silent, faintly hearing breathing outside the bed. I realized it must be my subordinate, Liang. He came to take advantage of my wife.

In that instant, many thoughts raced through my mind. First, we would hardly see each other in the future, and it wouldn't look good for my wife. Besides, his connections were very strong, and a confrontation would be very awkward. At the same time, I felt a thrill. Before, when my wife was seen, it was just being seen, but this time, she was touched. This part of her was being touched by another man right next to her—it was a very special kind of thrill.

I pretended to snore, giving him time to go back. Sure enough, my subordinate quietly crawled back to the north bedroom.

After he left, I turned on the light to check on my wife to see how she had been taken advantage of. Now my wife was lying on her back, her legs spread flat, and a sheet was covering her lower body, so there were no visible marks. Looking at my wife's upper body, I saw she was wearing a pullover nightgown without buttons. The hem of the nightgown was pulled down to below her breasts, probably because it was a bit tight; if it were looser, it would have pulled right up to her breasts. Even so, because the hem was slanted, her left breast was still exposed, just up to her nipple. Without the pull, the hem was slowly loosening on its own. I lifted her hem; her left nipple was hard and wet, and her right nipple was also hard, though not as big as her left.

It seemed that earlier, Ah Liang had been squatting next to my wife, sucking on her nipple.

A wave of unease washed over me.

I got up and went to the bathroom, glancing at his bed as I passed the north bedroom. He was naked, his penis hard.

After I went back to lie down, I heard his bed creaking; he must have been masturbating. The next day, after he left, I found a lot of pubic hair and several drops of semen on the sheets.

The next day when we met, his eyes clearly held a sense of superiority, a feeling of having gained an advantage, rather than the usual subservience he displayed in front of me. Perhaps I was overthinking it, or perhaps it was true.

Gradually, I grew to enjoy the feeling of having another man, especially a man very different from myself, take advantage of my wife. My subordinate clearly met all these conditions. My only requirement was that his penis be different from mine, just like mine—thick, with a large glans.

After a period of imagining and contemplating, I longed to see his tongue lick my wife's nipples and clitoris, to see a large glans slowly part my wife's vagina and gently penetrate her. Yet, deep down, I felt a profound sense of unease.

If this man were a virgin, I could at least balance my feelings. For years, I had been caught in this contradiction.

From then on, I felt strange, constantly thinking about this. I think my subordinate probably felt the same way.

Because I travel frequently for work, and the house renovation hasn't been finished yet, and since I'm not from this hometown and don't have many friends, I often ask my subordinates to help my wife with the work. As winter approaches, physical temptations decrease, and my wife already disliked him. I thought nothing would happen. But later, I sensed from my wife's tone that her dislike for him wasn't so severe anymore. In short, a woman will gradually develop feelings for a man who frequently helps her with chores. Of course, these feelings don't refer to sex or love.

Time flies, and now the weather is warming up again, and the renovation of my house is nearing completion.

Soon, there will be another opportunity; I'll arrange for Ah Liang to stay at my house for one night. This is because I'm moving and looking for a "dragon" and a "tiger" (meaning a specific type of person), and he happens to be a "dragon."

Friends, what should I do? My heart is in turmoil… Yesterday, my fourth aunt came from my hometown. She's over 40, but still charming and alluring. In her youth, she was considered the most beautiful of the four in my village, and now, the passage of time has only added to her allure. My fourth aunt also has a story to tell, which I'll recount later—just a heads-up.

I've been away on business these past few days, which has changed the move from the 18th to the morning of the 22nd. According to the original plan, when I get home, my wife should have almost finished packing. I'll let my fourth aunt stay in the new house, while my wife, Ah Liang, and I will stay in our current rented apartment. This way, I can continue with my "plan."

As for Ah Liang's accommodation, we're moving at 4 AM tomorrow, and his dormitory is far from my house. I can't possibly make him get up at 3 AM and ride his old bicycle to my house; it wouldn't be polite. Although I'm still worried that he might go too far this time, I think my arrangements are reasonable. This is just a way to comfort myself.

However, I got home around 1 PM and saw that the house was still a huge mess. I felt a surge of anger, but thankfully, my aunt's arrival cheered me up.

My aunt helped my wife pack, and seeing the sweat on their faces softened my heart. I suddenly felt guilty and remorseful towards my secret affair with my wife.

To lighten their load, I called over that idiot laborer, Ah Liang. We worked frantically until 7 PM, and most of the things in the house were packed. We then transported them to the new house by tricycle. Only the bedding for tonight's bed hadn't been packed yet, so we'd have to get up at 4 AM tomorrow to pack it. It's a simple task; we only need to move the bed, TV, coffee table, dressing table, and other large items to the moving company. Of course, there's also a pot. According to our local custom, we need to find a dragon and a tiger to carry the pot from downstairs to upstairs for good luck.

My wife, my fourth aunt, Ah Liang, and I ate together. Since our child had to go to school, we sent him to his aunt's house so as not to disturb her rest.

My fourth aunt cooked dinner. It had been years since I'd had authentic hometown food, and I wasn't as anxious as I was the day before packing. Even though I had to get up early the next day, I still had a little wine, though less than the other day. My fourth aunt, whom I hadn't seen for years, hadn't changed her drinking capacity at all. She only drank one beer before her face turned red, but she looked even more beautiful. My lust was slowly growing; I thought, Ah Liang, that little lecher, is definitely going to get hard.

We chatted and ate for almost two hours. After so many years apart, and with such a big event like moving, even though we reminded ourselves not to drink too much, we still drank a little. My fourth aunt drank two bottles of beer, my wife three, I drank three ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and Ah Liang about half a jin (250ml).

After dinner, we watched TV for a while, and around ten o'clock, we decided to go to bed. We originally planned for my fourth aunt to sleep in the new house, but she said it wasn't necessary and that she could stay here. She said the two rooms were spacious enough, making it easier to get ready for chores in the morning. Since men and women should be separate, my wife and fourth aunt slept in our master bedroom bed, while Ah Liang and I squeezed into the single bed in the north room.

After undressing and lying down, A-Liang and I turned off the lights and lay down. My wife and Auntie's lights were still on; the excitement of drinking and moving kept them talking and watching TV. Actually, I wanted to sleep inside to make it easier for A-Liang to do whatever he wanted that night, but my mind was conflicted. I knew I'd have to open the door when the movers arrived, so I had to get out of bed first.

I gave myself this flimsy excuse to overcome my desire and sleep outside. More importantly, I'd been traveling a lot lately, from Shandong to Zhejiang, then to Inner Mongolia, Jilin, and Beijing—the distance I'd covered was probably halfway around the world. Plus, I was exhausted from the day's work, and with Auntie's presence, I figured A-Liang wouldn't be up to anything. I hadn't really planned out any fun, since things are beyond my control.

But things always have their own trajectory, unaffected by human effort.

Less than five minutes after A-Liang and I turned off our lights, my wife called out, saying the TV signal was dead and she wanted me to go check it out.

Honestly, why are you watching TV instead of going to bed early? My whole body aches, and I was just thinking of taking a good rest. I don't even want to do my most exciting wife-fixing activity anymore, let alone fix the TV. But what can I do? My wife is the second-in-command at home, and I'm the third oldest. So I got up and went to that room. I was only wearing a pair of briefs.

When I got to the room, I glanced at the bed, and to exaggerate a bit, I suddenly got hard.

Two mature, alluring women lay half-naked on the bed, leaning against the wall, wearing only underwear, not fully exposed, but their legs slightly parted, which was the most tempting thing.

My wife was still wearing the clothes she wore to work that afternoon. Since her pajamas and other clothes had been packed away, she was only wearing that red underwear, which was quite tight, and her bra was unhooked, hanging loosely on her breasts, revealing most of them.

My fourth aunt's underwear looked much more upscale than my wife's. Perhaps it was because she was visiting relatives and dressed more formally, while my wife was dressed for work. But then again, my wife is usually quite casual.

My fourth aunt was also quite fashionable, wearing a set of semi-transparent lace underwear. Both of their breasts were rounder than years ago. Perhaps this view is wrong; the time I saw her, she was lying in bed, her lace underwear clinging tightly to her lower abdomen. Although her abdomen was slightly protruding, it couldn't hide her beauty.

My fourth aunt's nickname back then was "Sun-Destroying Beauty," meaning she was fair-skinned and never tanned. Her dark pubic hair was vaguely visible, perhaps clearly visible up close. Of course, there was a white cloth between her legs—I don't know how to describe it—but the two mounds of flesh were not visible.

I went to check the TV; apparently, I had accidentally touched the cable on the set-top box while tidying up the DVD player that afternoon, and it had finally fallen out. After I finished, I went to bed, but seeing this, that "cuckolding" mentality took over again.

I went back to my and Ah Liang's room. Ah Liang went to the bathroom; I had an upset stomach from dinner, so I went to bed first. After a few minutes, he still hadn't come back, so I went to bed myself. Subconsciously, I told myself not to fall asleep too late. Judging by this, Ah Liang would be making moves again tonight. Maybe it was all God's arrangement!

After a while, Ah Liang went to bed. After a while longer, the two mature women next door finally stopped talking and turned down the TV volume. But after waiting a while, I didn't hear the lights being turned off. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 12 o'clock. The TV light from over there was still flickering. Sigh, my wife, she's been watching TV until midnight again.

I should probably add that my wife especially loves watching TV, usually until 1 or 2 a.m., so forgetting to turn off the lights or the TV is a common occurrence.

After a while, A-Liang went to bed. A little later, the two mature women next door finally stopped talking and turned the TV volume down. But after waiting a while, I didn't hear the lights being turned off. I opened my eyes and checked the time; it was midnight. The TV light from over there was still flickering. Sigh, my wife, she's going to stay up until midnight again. I should probably add that my wife loves watching TV, usually until 1 or 2 AM, and forgetting to turn off the lights or the TV is common.

I don't know how much time passed in a daze, but I felt A-Liang get out of bed. I squinted and saw that he had gone out the door and headed to the bathroom, but it seemed he hadn't used the toilet; I didn't hear any water coming in. He then retreated to the doorway of the north room, observing me. I pretended not to move.

Seeing that I didn't react, he went to the master bedroom.

After waiting a few more minutes and seeing that he hadn't returned, I stood up, stood on the bed, and looked through the window between the two rooms.

The scene I witnessed is unforgettable, and the thrill it gave me was unparalleled. I believe it was equally thrilling for Ah Liang. For a man, taking advantage of one woman is a blissful thing; taking advantage of two women simultaneously is an even greater bliss. Taking advantage of a man's wife is even more blissful and thrilling, but taking advantage of that man's wife and his other female relatives at the same time is something extremely rare, and Ah Liang experienced it!

For someone with a cuckold fetish, seeing their wife being taken advantage of is thrilling—being seen, touched, and violated—but what a thrill and agonizing experience it would be to see their wife and a female relative being taken advantage of by the same man simultaneously! And this wasn't just fantasy; someone was actually committing adultery with my wife and my aunt!

Things unfolded between my expectations and my reluctance, between my passive resistance and my attempts to stop it. Now, two men, four penises, all erect; two women, all half-naked.

On the bed, two women sleep half-naked, each in a different pose, showcasing different facets of womanhood. My wife's arms were spread wide, her right hand loosely gripping the TV remote. Her bra was loosely bunched up on her breasts, seemingly about to burst, as if a gentle touch would release her two little rabbits. Her legs were spread at about a 30-degree angle, but her lower body was covered by a sheet. Her legs were cold, so she wasn't wearing pajamas and had tightly rolled the sheet around her legs, pressing the sides under her body.

My fourth aunt was sleeping on the inside of the bed, lying on her right side, facing the wall. Her hands were in front of her face. Because only the top one of the three clasps on the back of her bra was left, the entire bra was pulled up, revealing the lower half of her breast, snow-white. Her left leg was raised to level with her lower abdomen, her lace panties stretched taut, the flesh color partially hidden, very alluring. If it weren't for the small white cloth between her legs, her vulva would also be visible. Overall, her entire back, back, and buttocks were exposed to A-Liang. His wife's lower body was covered by the sheet, preventing him from seeing it twice before his fourth aunt presented it to him. Sigh, God's arrangement—he didn't even spare me a moment's peace.

Looking at A-Liang, he was barefoot; no wonder I couldn't hear him. He stood by the bed, facing the two half-naked goddesses, his penis pulled out of his pants, erect, head tilted. My previous observation was correct: not long, thin, with a rather large glans, bald. While not as long or thick as mine, it was the kind of large-headed penis I fantasized about in my cuckoldry fantasies. This was also what my husband told me during my first threesome: men's penises are basically divided into two types, and A-Liang's and mine each represent one type, except A-Liang's can only belong to one type but doesn't represent the others—it's a bit small. In the previous post, a friend said that he felt a little advantage because his penis was small, but I felt the opposite. I'd rather my wife have a big penis, like his, that's the type. It has to be big; if it's not big, then he's a virgin, since my wife's vagina hasn't been touched by any other man. As for Ah Liang, he doesn't have any of what I hoped for. At least, he should have some advantage over me, right? Sigh!

Ah Liang was trembling as he masturbated. Was it nervousness? Excitement? Thrill? Or a combination of all of these? Or was he planning how to enjoy these two mature women in bed? His plan was to play with their breasts first, then their vaginas, since the breast wrappings were easier to remove.

After a short pause, Ah Liang regained his composure. He went to his wife's side and gently pulled down her bra, revealing both of her breasts. He stretched out his hands, palms open, and gently grasped them—yes, he grasped both of her breasts. After a moment, he removed his hands, lowered his head, and sucked on both nipples. This, he thought, constituted possession of the woman's breasts. Last time, he probably only had one at most! Yes, from this point on, his wife's breasts could no longer be said to be exclusively his. Yes, Ah Liang had possessed them too, even if only briefly—oh, twice now. Last time, he wouldn't have enjoyed it so much, at least not so much. Then he stood up, stroking his penis, looking at his wife's face, probably observing her reaction. He knew his wife's alcohol tolerance, knew she hadn't drunk too much—good, she didn't react. Should I say it was bad, that's the reaction a man should have? After all, it was his own wife being taken advantage of.

He glanced at his wife's lower body; the sheets were tucked in tightly. He reached out and touched the center of her crotch. Then, he left his wife and moved to the position opposite his fourth aunt. He bent down, reached out, and touched between his fourth aunt's legs. He stood up again, looking at the two women on the bed. He could only touch his wife's breasts, truly touching the flesh, but he had already taken her breasts—perhaps it was a man's psychology—now he wanted to take his fourth aunt. To take his fourth aunt, he had to get on the bed. He hesitated for a few minutes, then quietly got on the bed and went to his fourth aunt's side. He looked at her bra and slowly reached his left hand under her arm. Very slowly, but slowly, it went in. Yes, half of his left hand was under her bra. Because her bra was tight, he probably couldn't touch her nipples.

At this moment, his fourth aunt seemed to sense something and moved slightly. Ah Liang quickly withdrew his hand and stopped between the two mature women. Auntie Si stirred, turned around, and lay on her back. Sigh, she had moved because she felt the intrusion, and now her posture was exactly the same as my wife's, perfectly responding to the intrusion.

Seeing that Auntie Si didn't move, A-Liang tried to pull down her bra again, just like he had with his wife. Auntie Si's breasts were quite large, and the clasp on the back of her bra wasn't undone, so A-Liang couldn't pull it down. He observed Auntie Si's bra again, turned his head, and gently pulled up Auntie Si's left bra with his left hand, while his right hand gently slipped under the bra, presumably touching her nipple.

Then he slowly turned back to look at his wife, who was still in the same position, snoring.

A-Liang reached out his left hand and gently placed it on his wife's breast, remaining quiet and quietly enjoying the stimulation of simultaneously playing with the breasts of two mature women. This stimulation was multifaceted: the psychological stimulation of having two women with different relationships to him, and the physical stimulation of playing with two women at the same time.

Although his hands remained still, his eyes didn't stop looking. He glanced at his aunt's lower body and finally discovered a secret: he saw her barely visible pubic hair.

He abandoned her breasts, slowly rose, and squatted down beside her waist. He extended a finger and gently touched her vulva. Seeing no reaction, he moved between her legs, lay down, and supported himself with his hands to avoid pressing down on her. He slowly pushed his penis towards her opening. Yes, his penis finally touched his aunt's most private place. Although there was still a layer of cloth between them, the difference wasn't that big, was it? Just like wearing a condom, right? The warmth of her body through the cloth still reached Ah Liang's glans. Coupled with his nervousness and excitement, his body trembled again, and his glans pressed the cloth down slightly. I couldn't see it from my angle, but I estimated that with that pressure, the slit was definitely more obvious, and the tip of his glans, along with the cloth, had entered Fourth Aunt's vulva, albeit only a tiny bit.

However, his movement was a bit too forceful, and Fourth Aunt reacted noticeably, reaching between her legs to touch herself.

Ah Liang was a little slow to react; his penis almost touched hers. He quickly took a large step, went to the floor, and squatted down.

Fourth Aunt touched herself, then turned over, lying on her right side to sleep.

Hearing no more movement, Ah Liang stood up, trembling, looking at the two mature women on the bed, constantly stroking his penis. He couldn't move Fourth Aunt anymore; if he did, she would definitely wake up. And his wife remained in the same position, so he couldn't take any further advantage. Although Ah Liang was slow-witted, he still managed to grasp this. Even slow learners can have flashes of brilliance.

His eyes darted back and forth between his aunt and wife, still looking unsatisfied. Wait, he seems to have ejaculated. I watched as he tightly gripped his glans; yes, he ejaculated, into his palm, his penis shrunken like a bean worm.

Seeing him about to leave, I turned to lie down and pretend to sleep, but he stopped after a couple of steps next to my wife. I stopped again to watch him.

Damn it, he was pulling at his shrunken penis, the glans still sticky, semen still seeping from his urethra, and he was trying to put it into my wife's mouth. My wife was snoring, her mouth slightly open. Damn it, how was I supposed to kiss my wife like this? I couldn't see how deep his penis went into my wife's mouth, because it was already shrunken, and to get it in, he had to bend over. Two things allow me to speculate: first, when he penetrated her, my wife's snoring stopped for a second or two; second, when we got up at four the next morning to move, I specifically looked at my wife's mouth and it seemed there was a drop of semen.

After my wife's snoring resumed, knowing his penis had left her mouth and he wouldn't do anything more, I lay down. He went to the bathroom, and when he returned to bed, he carefully observed me.

The real story ends here. Some friends might think that without a big fuck, it wasn't exciting enough. After all, reality is always different from what we imagine, right? This excitement was already quite intense. I only wanted him to gently seduce my wife, but he did it twice, and to a considerable degree. Moreover, he also seduce my fourth aunt. There are always fewer lustful women than lustful men in the world, and I think most lustful women wouldn't easily give themselves to him if they woke up during Ah Liang's act of taking advantage of them, right? As the saying goes, mutual attraction is key. Yes, after all, Ah Liang is just a lewd and despicable man.

Because of our relationship, and because A-Liang is indeed not a good enough guy, I won't give him another chance. The first two times [the whole story] happened unintentionally, while the second time I intentionally and passively facilitated it. But a crucial factor was A-Liang's audacity!

Although we dislike A-Liang intensely, there was a deep-seated reason why I didn't stop him when I first discovered his lewd behavior. This reason stemmed from a friend's story about something that happened to him, also related to house renovations, which I'll discuss later. That was several years ago, before major website chat rooms were blocked. That incident greatly stimulated my wife, and it's related to how I got to this point. This incident is also a frequent subject of my sexual fantasies.

And since my incident happened during renovations, I had to let my wife have her moment of psychological stimulation. I feel most sorry for my fourth aunt, but I think she will forgive me; everyone will understand when I tell her story later.

Actually, I've been conflicted about whether to write these things down; I've written and deleted many times.

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