[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 7-9

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Chapter 22 Friday, Before Sunset

"Wife, what did you say...?"

I couldn't believe my ears, but I clearly heard a flash of lightning, straight into my ears, and then explode in my head like a thunderclap. "Slow...slow down, wife, my head is a little...numb, let's explain one thing at a time."

Happiness, this damn Ning Mansion roller coaster even has slow motion, even this kind of soul-stirring moment can be rewound and played again. Ning the cook quickly slammed on the brakes, as if he wanted to stop the Earth's rotation and revolution, and even the two-person comedy routine.

"You just said...you and him...French kissed, right?"

I know that because of my writing, my visual thinking is exceptionally developed. As soon as I finished speaking, the image of my wife French kissing someone came chasing after me. It was my wife French kissing, but the person kissing wasn't my soul.

"Mmm, yes... that's it."

My wife's closed eyes are usually more alluring than when they're open: when passion is at its peak, like right now. Ning Hui murmured with her eyes closed, her body swaying slightly, exuding a seductive aura.

"Ugh..."

A muffled groan escaped my lips, and like a baby searching for a nipple, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue in front of Ning Hui's mouth. "Baby, spit some... saliva on me, husband... I want to taste your saliva, I want to know what my wife's lips taste like after she's had a French kiss with someone else! Ugh..."

Ning Hui was startled by my abrupt request, her face turning pale for a moment. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked at her husband's comical tongue-sticking-out appearance, and she immediately scolded him angrily, "What are you doing... you pervert!"

"Please, wife."

Ning Hui pleaded. I thought that with that "pervert" from my wife, she wouldn't agree to this request, so this pleading was just a last-ditch effort.

Unexpectedly, Ning Hui smacked her lips, spreading some of her saliva onto her tongue. Then, she extended her tongue slightly, the tip gently touching mine, which was still glistening with saliva. She said, "Come suck your husband yourself."

Her sweet, coquettish voice made Ning Hui's entire body turn to dust. He greedily grabbed her tongue and sucked on it, swallowing with relish, his throat making gurgling sounds.

As I held my wife's saliva-covered tongue in my mouth, I trembled. I suddenly remembered that my wife's tongue had just been in another man's mouth, being wantonly played with. I felt that my wife's usually sweet saliva now tasted like sour plum juice, each drop a sour taste in my heart.

"When you're French kissing... is your tongue going into his mouth, or his going into yours?"

I continued, sucking as I asked. The question was so idiotic, it was like asking if a penis goes inside a vagina during sex.

"Both... are,"

Ning Hui whimpered.

It would be strange if she didn't. Ning Hui was getting aroused by my frenzied sucking. I could feel the intense urges inside her panties; my hand inside felt like a boat in a vast ocean.

"And... you just said it was so big... you mean his... penis... is so big?"

I never imagined that a grown man like myself could feel so ecstatic saying such a masculine and vulgar word as "penis."

"Yes, could it be... the nose?"

Ning Hui's eyes remained closed, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid as she answered.

From that enchanting dance on our wedding night, I felt Ning Hui possessed an innate, deadly allure. Every smile, every gesture, was a weapon of seduction, leaving you feeling utterly captivated, yet you perceived her as a goddess, naturally beautiful, pure, and alluring without being vulgar. Her skill was so profound, it was as if she could kill with a mere leaf. She was either a snake demon who had cultivated for a thousand years under Leifeng Pagoda, or I had truly won the lottery. Perhaps in my past life I was indeed a farmhand in the Ning family, having a scandalous, earth-shattering love affair with the young lady. In the end, I didn't even get the chance to become a butterfly, but instead perished in a pig cage—a tragic end for this unforgettable love. God, perhaps out of sheer misfortune, bestowed such a mortal beauty upon me as my wife in this life.

If my wife is willing to be a peony, how many people in this world would be willing to be ghosts?

Ning Hui always seemed to know how to subtly charm her husband, making him soften and swoon—for example, she mentioned Mr. Wang's nose at this moment—"Wife, you don't know how excited I get when I see Mr. Wang's magnificent nose, like Jackie Chan's—I know his thing must be incredibly impressive too!"

I don't know why I get excited about a man's nose; if I'm excited, it's because of you, my wife.

"It's the same, wife...don't you know that a big nose...makes a big penis too?"

I felt Ning Hui's hand holding my penis twitch reflexively when I said that. "Wife, tell me, how...how do you know it's big? Have you...touched his penis?"

When I said "touched," I was actually going to say "sucked," and I even wondered if my wife had already given Mr. Wang...oral sex? This thought was a bit fantastical, a bit dreamy, making me feel like I was floating on clouds, but I also felt that this dream was too fast; I was afraid the kite would fly too high and I wouldn't be able to keep up with the string.

"There was a moment... Mr. Wang kissed me so hard, like he wanted to devour my wife," Ning Hui's expression now showed she was enjoying the narration, her voice sticky, but I didn't know if she was sticking to me or starting to stick to him. "Mr. Wang was kissing me... and calling me... Hui'er." "He called you... what was it again, wife?... He also... he also called you Hui'er?"

At this moment, a burp with the smell of plum juice bloomed like a flower in the center of my chest. "Hui'er" used to be my exclusive name. This flower-like burp testified that from that night on, "Hui'er" no longer belonged to me alone.

In my childhood, plum juice in my hometown cost eight cents a cup. I once stole two yuan from my dad and treated eight classmates to plum juice, because one of the two girls was someone I wanted to treat to alone but didn't have the guts to do—later, I heard that many years later she didn't know that I was the one who paid for that table of plum juice, and when I got home, my dad grabbed my ear and gave me a good beating with a belt for those two yuan.

"Do you like it when he calls you that?"

I knew asking this was like asking for trouble, but I asked anyway. Looking at Ning Hui's flushed face and satisfied expression, I knew that being tormented by my wife was actually quite wonderful.

Torture me, as long as it makes you happy, wife, let it come even more fiercely!

"I like it, husband, I really like it when he... calls me that."

"Why...why?"

I was ready to drink the most sour plum soup in the world.

"Hmm...it makes me feel like a special...little woman...a special little lamb in front of him."

Ning Hui looked blissful when she said "little woman" and "little lamb. "

I understood, my wife meant that she was willing and ready to be his lamb, waiting to be slaughtered and manipulated at will. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with a strange fear, and quickly said, "Wife, you can be anyone's little woman and little lamb, but you will always be my wife!"

"I know, husband, I will always be your wife."

Ning Hui answered firmly, which made me feel like the sour plum soup in my heart had turned into sweet plum soup.

At this moment, Ning Hui's breasts heaved and her legs were wet. I knew that the flower of desire was blooming wildly in my wife's beautiful body.

Ning Hui's hand gently caressed my penis. I suddenly realized that after all this time, I still didn't understand what was going on between my wife and Mr. Wang's penises. I was so anxious: "Tell me, wife… what… what's wrong with his penis?"

"We were kissing… and I felt something… swollen down there," Ning Hui continued, using the pronoun "we" naturally with herself and Mr. Wang. Her red lips pursed sweetly, her eyes alluring. "Then he…"

"And then what?"

"He pulled my hand inside."

"Into where?"

"You naughty… right there!"

"Where? "

"His… penis."

"Wow, you just said his penis is big?"

"Yeah… really big, it feels so full when I hold it."

"Bigger than… my husband's, right?"

"…"

"Tell me!"

"…"

"Tell me, wife!" "

I'll tell you… don't be angry, husband."

"Angry is a sign of a puppy."

"Bigger...bigger than yours."

*Thud*, that plum-flavored burp finally burst through the air like a shower of flower petals—it was fucking beautiful.

The truth came out then. While the hero and beauty were passionately engaged in a sultry kiss, Mr. Wang inevitably ran into trouble, and then, without thinking, pulled my wife's hand inside his pants and groped his erect penis. Not only had my respectable wife's hand fallen for another man's penis for the first time, but she also concluded that his penis was bigger than her husband's.

Tell me, which lamp in this world is easy to fool, and which wolf isn't a predator?

I knew Ning was completely satisfied now; the feeling of spring breezes blowing and the lush greenery of Jiangnan was fucking amazing.

"And then?"

Ning's heart was trembling, yet he was still enthusiastic and enjoying himself immensely.

"Nothing else happened, he just wanted me to go..."

Ning Hui's voice suddenly became barely audible.

"Go where?"

"Ugh, you know what I mean."

Ning Hui's legs suddenly clamped tightly around my wandering hand, like a boat in a vast ocean, and then her body trembled.

"And then you panicked and didn't go, right?"

The logical chain of the story finally connected. But I seemed to be unsatisfied.

"Yes."

Ning Hui's legs clamped my hand tighter and tighter, then she gestured for me to use my other hand to pinch her breast. "Husband... I'm so sleepy now, but I really want to get up, husband, can you use your hand on me... let me get up quickly, okay...?"

When my hand pinched Ning Hui's perky nipple, I felt her whole body tremble slightly. Her body was extremely sensitive. Although it had been a long time since I had used my hand on my wife, I knew that in the current state, her orgasm would soon overwhelm that boat in the vast ocean. "Wife, is it because you're thinking about enjoying his big... cock that you're so excited?"

"Yes... no... ugh... umm... umm..."

Ning Hui became somewhat incoherent in her moans.

I accurately located the valve of pleasure in my wife's body, and then used the most comfortable technique to guide her to climax.

"Husband... say you love me,"

Ning Hui suddenly whispered between moans.

"I love you, wife! I love you! I love you!"

I said firmly and quickly, as fast as my fingers rubbing Ning Hui's clitoris.

Soon, Ning Hui reached orgasm with the guidance of my fingers and the continuous "I love you." The orgasm came in waves.

Tonight, Mr. Wang should be feeling very satisfied, with nothing to complain about. Not only did he French kiss my wife, but she also masturbated him. Although the time to completely possess my wife's body was delayed by a day, back in the day, he had been lying in wait for 24 hours before the enemy's position. Tonight, he fell asleep with the promise of Ning Hui's offering herself, and sweet dreams followed. He was enjoying himself immensely, even though waking up smiling was probably not something Mr. Wang, at his age, would do.

But how could Mr. Wang know how much effort and credit Ning Hui had put into his seemingly perfect life of having two wives? Thinking about this made me feel a little bittersweet, yet also a little proud, after all, I had orchestrated it all myself. I have a morbid fascination with directing.

After Mr. Wang drove his black Mercedes home with Ning Hui, he called Sister Tang.

The purpose of the call was obvious, because when Sister Tang received the call at home, she had just reached another climax under Black Egg's towering penis. This was the fourth time; the first three times Black Egg had penetrated her vagina. This time, Black Egg used anal sex. In their final frenzy, Black Egg ejaculated all his semen into Sister Tang's warm anus, a stream of white liquid flowing from the bruised and reddened opening, like a vibrant plum blossom splashed on white snow.

Mr. Wang told Sister Tang he would be back soon.

"How are you, Lao Wang?"

Sister Tang asked on the phone about the evening's events.

"It's nothing,"

Mr. Wang replied calmly, his answer revealing nothing of what had happened that night.

The next day was Friday, and Mr. Wang had to work. When he got home, Hei Dan was still waiting to get the keys to his Mercedes before leaving. As Hei Dan left, he glanced back at Mr. Wang, probably still somewhat resentful for not getting a definite answer from him that evening.

Sister Tang filled the bathtub with water and prepared his clothes, allowing Mr. Wang to quickly shower and then go straight to his study to work on his computer. There was a folding cot in the study, its blankets folded neatly like tofu. Mr. Wang often slept there, while Sister Tang slept in the bedroom. The couple had been sleeping in separate rooms for some time now.

"Honey, why are you back so early? I thought..."

Sister Tang, carrying a cup of tea she had prepared for Mr. Wang, quietly entered the study and placed it beside him. Then, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder from behind, asking in an unusually gentle tone.

"Oh, nothing much for today. We're going to the hot springs tomorrow night."

Boss Wang patted Sister Tang's hand, answering decisively. Boss Wang, when it came to picking up girls, maintained the same efficient, military style. "How was your day, honey? How many times did that kid make you come over?"

"Three or four times, I guess. Blackie's getting more and more crazy. If you hadn't come back this early, he probably would have kept pestering your wife."

"Yeah, youth is an asset. As long as you're happy."

Boss Wang held Sister Tang's hand tightly; such moments were rare lately.

"Blackie should find a wife. He's thirty already. I heard a female colleague at your workplace is quite interested in him lately."

Sister Tang seized the opportunity to talk about Blackie.

"Who?"

Boss Wang asked warily.

"He said his name is something like Fu."

Sister Tang didn't detect Mr. Wang's wariness.

"Hmm."

Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment, then responded expressionlessly. He immediately understood Fu Lili's purpose in pestering Hei Dan; he already knew Fu Lili was Mr. Zheng's woman. "I'll ask him." "

A moment of spring dawn is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so what about you tonight, husband? Ning, you're such a beauty! There really is such a handsome man in the world; even I, as a woman, am jealous."

Sister Tang leaned down towards Mr. Wang from behind, her tenderness overflowing.

Mr. Wang gripped Sister Tang's hand tightly, somewhat moved: "Today I really... got it up. When I kissed her, I even had a reaction down there, although it only lasted a moment."

"Ah... really? That's wonderful, husband! I knew you could do it!"

Sister Tang hugged her battered husband tightly from behind.

Mr. Wang turned around, stood up, and opened his broad shoulders, embracing Sister Tang. "Sigh, I'm really under Ning's spell now, what am I going to do?"

"I know, wife, I'm so happy today, she'll be your angel. You're great, husband!"

Sister Tang's chest heaved with excitement, and before she knew it, tears were welling up in her eyes.

Mr. Wang sensed Sister Tang's excitement, and suddenly his large hands reached inside her pajamas, grabbing her full, round buttocks through her underwear—Sister Tang couldn't remember the last time Mr. Wang had caressed her body so intimately. She felt that his grip on her buttocks was still so strong and powerful, exuding an unyielding, domineering aura that wouldn't tolerate any resistance.

This action stirred up a flood of emotions in Sister Tang. She fought back tears, reaching into her pajamas to try and stop Mr. Wang: "Okay, honey, you must get some rest today, go to bed early, okay? Tomorrow, be good to her. Ning Hui is a good girl..."

"Honey, I love you!"—These were the last words Sister Tang wanted to say, but like her tears, she held them back, keeping them in her heart.

Friday.

When God created the world, there was night before morning, so in the Jewish calendar, a day is from sunset to sunset. The Sabbath in the Jewish calendar begins at sunset on Friday and ends on Saturday night.

We commonly call this the weekend, or part of the weekend.

How Ning Hui managed to stay up from Friday morning until sunset was something he himself couldn't quite explain. He only knew that Ning Hui had said she would definitely go home to pack some things before leaving work, so he spent the whole day foolishly hoping his wife would come home and pack.

Ning Hui got home a little earlier than usual, saying that Mr. Wang's car would pick her up a short distance from the corner outside the Ning Mansion residential complex.

Ning's husband knew the meeting place; it was where he'd bought the prepaid card late that night.

Then Ning Hui started packing her things—clothes, toiletries, cosmetics, and the like.

Ning's husband watched her pack carefully.

Ning Hui pulled two swimsuits from the closet, one a bikini and the other a one-piece. She weighed them in her hand, then put the one-piece in her bag, ready to take it with her.

Seeing this, Ning, the cook, took it out without a word, swapped it for the bikini, and stuffed it into his bag—the bikini was ultra-thin, bought when Ning Hui and I went to a hot spring once. I specifically chose the one with the least fabric, black with red trim. When Ning Hui wore it, a large portion of her snow-white cleavage and shapely buttocks were exposed, barely contained. The visual effect was so strong it would surely cause nosebleeds in any male within ten meters.

"Wearing that one and being completely covered up is such a waste!"

I said with a mischievous grin, making sure Ning Hui had packed the bikini properly.

"You're so annoying, honey."

Ning Hui playfully punched me, her face flushed, but she didn't stop me from putting the bikini into my bag.

"Looks like I won't be back tonight. Should I bring some pajamas, honey?"

I reminded her, seeing Ning Hui still rummaging through the closet looking for something.

"I don't want to bring my pajamas, my bag is almost full anyway, and I sleep naked anyway,"

Ning Hui replied casually as she continued rummaging through the closet. ...My head buzzed.

I knew that sleeping naked was a woman's last secret, and in my opinion, the order that best expressed a woman's love for a man should be: kissing, sleeping naked in his arms, and then sex.

This thought made my body tremble slightly—I knew how beautiful Ning Hui was when she slept naked; that was when she was most beautiful, almost like a goddess. I knew how much she loved to snuggle naked into my arms and tell me how comfortable it was to sleep in a man's arms. And where would I be tonight? —Tonight, my wife would be sleeping naked in another man's arms. I

don't know when, but Ning Hui turned around and noticed that I was in a daze. She reached out and stroked my face. "What's wrong, honey? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

"Um...no...nothing," I stammered, still a little dazed.

"Are you unhappy, honey? If you're unhappy with me...I won't go, okay?"

Ning Hui saw that I was confused, cupped my face in her hands, and said nervously.

"Silly girl!"

Ning, the cook, suddenly came to his senses. "What are you thinking? Of course your husband is happy, you know that."

Ning Hui pressed her head against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly in my arms.

"Wife?"

"Hmm?"

"Remember the three rules we made last night? Recite them for your husband?"

"Giggle,"

Ning Hui looked up at me, her crescent moon-shaped eyes accompanied by her silvery laughter: "Husband, you're so clever! You can even make rules out of something like that!"

"Of course, recite them now!"

"Well, it's that you have to ask your husband's permission before the date, you can't call her 'husband' during sex, and you have to report back to your husband after the date,"

Ning Hui blinked mischievously, "Is that enough?"

"Haha, my wife is so good. I'll add one more thing today: remember to use a condom when you're doing it! Got it?"

"Go away, I know, hmph! Here comes the mother-in-law again."

Ning Hui made a face at me, "Anything else to tell me? I'm off."

What they say, what's meant to happen will happen—I leaned down and gave Ning Hui a tender farewell kiss, "Yes...be good to her, enjoy yourself, wife, promise me you'll be happy!"

"I know, okay? Then my wife will definitely be in her best condition, alright?"

Ning Hui responded to my kiss and affection with perfect understanding.

I felt like a candle in the wind at that moment.

Ning Hui had promised not to let me see her off, but Ning the cook was really being quite nagging; even I found it a bit annoying. Ning Hui had only been out for two minutes when Ning the cook texted her again, asking, "Wife, is your phone charged? Don't let your husband not be able to find you when he needs to."

Ning Hui wasn't bothered at all: "It's charged, honey!"

"I love you, wife!"

"I love you too, husband!"

...

That Ning the cook is so damn cloying.

Chapter 23: Wife's Report on the Hot Spring Trip

Giving roses leaves a lingering fragrance. After Ning Hui left, she left her husband with a faint scent of perfume in the air.

But Ning Hui was feeling unwell at the time, his nose was stuffy, and his sense of smell was impaired—what a pity for that perfume mixed with his wife's alluring scent, and it was Dior, too. You tell me, Ning Hui gave his wife away tonight, and he couldn't even enjoy a trace of her fragrance. Was it unfair or not?

With Ning Hui gone, I knew that unless she turned back herself, nothing could stop my wife from being subservient to someone else's… penis.

Even now, thinking about that obscene word, "penis," still makes me feel incredibly aroused.

Hoping that my wife would turn back at this moment is as impossible a miracle as hoping that the Earth's rotation would change direction. I felt my body standing still like an idle motor, vibrating erratically but unable to move.

I rationally avoided thinking about that impossible miracle. I calmly thought that it was more likely that my wife, excited like a new bride, wouldn't turn her head back, but would continue forward and plunge headfirst into the arms of Wang Yingxiong, as majestic as a mountain.

At this moment, the Ning Mansion was eerily quiet, like fireworks suddenly extinguished.

I fumbled around the room, searching for something—I wanted a needle, to slip it from my hand and hear the poignant, echoing sound of it falling to the ground.

But I only found a toothpick. I still held it high above my head and let it fall like the apple that hit Newton's head—the toothpick fell gracefully through the air.

"Bang—"

The instant the toothpick hit the ground, there was no echoing sound at all, but a deafening roar like thunder, almost shattering my eardrums, nearly becoming a tragedy caused by a toothpick.

This Ning Mansion is fucking quiet!

Strangely, the loud noise continued unabated, and I realized it had nothing to do with the toothpick.

My phone rang.

"Where are you, kid?"

It was Boss Qiao's voice. "Come out and have a drink with me, then we'll play cards. My friend heard you're good at it and wants to meet you."

Hearing this call, I immediately burst into tears. Otherwise, how could I possibly get through the whole night without even smelling my wife's scent?

I drove to a mutton hot pot restaurant. Boss Qiao said it was cold and he wanted to eat mutton—this Boss Qiao really knows how to pick his time for mutton! He'll make me all warm and cozy, but where am I supposed to enjoy that? I wonder if I'll get home tonight and only have my wife's pillow to hug.

Tonight, my wife wants to hug someone else.

Boss Qiao saw me sit down and started asking me all sorts of questions: "Come on, come on, it's cold today, have some mutton to warm yourself up. We'll drink some strong liquor tonight, you should drink as much as you can, because you'll have your wife to warm the bed when you get home."

Damn it… that guy surnamed Qiao.

I had just settled down when my wife's text message arrived. My body trembled with excitement, and my hands shook as I opened it: "Honey, have you eaten? We just arrived."

My eyes welled up with tears, as if I could see my wife's sweet and innocent smile as she spoke.

It was a deeply touching text message, conveying several messages: first, my wife had remembered our three-point agreement and was proactively reporting to me; second, while she was happily enjoying her meat, she hadn't forgotten to give her husband some soup; and third, their safe arrival meant everything was going smoothly, and nothing but divine intervention could stop them—my wife and he were about to do the most intoxicating thing between lovers.

"I was just about to eat, having mutton with Boss Qiao and then playing cards. Have you settled in? How's the room?"

This question about the room revealed Ning's mischievous thoughts. In fact, what I imagined was the bed in the room—the bed where my wife would spend a passionate night with him—how many times they would toss and turn!

"The room is beautifully decorated! Wow! They even have a hot spring in the room! The bed is so big

, honey." See, this is my wife's text message—she mentioned the bed like she knew me inside and out. Ning Hui always loves big beds; the wedding bed we bought was the biggest one you could find in the whole mall, and I measured it—it's over two meters wide.

"How big is the bed? Can I join in, honey?"

I wanted to seize the opportunity to flirt with my wife a little longer. Who would pay attention to me if she went off with someone else?

There's a kind of flirting where you flirt while your wife is on a date with someone else—Ning, the stay-at-home husband, is hopelessly addicted to it.

Actually, when I said "I'll join in," I put myself in a very proper position. I humbly understood that tonight, in my wife's eyes, he was the one in charge.

I was being humble, but I admit that the text message about "bed" and "joining" was brimming with lewd thoughts—if I joined in, it would directly turn into a threesome with two men and one woman—I felt my provocative design was quite ingenious, so I waited wickedly for my wife to fall into the trap. I wanted to know how she would react to my lewd behavior; such a strong dose of "drug" should make her take a hit.

My wife replied quickly, her text as light as a cotton ball, gentle and subtle, making it hard to tell who was being lewd with whom: "Go away, dream on, you won't get a share. Just watch from the sidelines, honey, you like peeping anyway."

I remember recently when we made love, I would often ask my wife to imagine the most exciting scenarios for her. Once, she told me, "How about this, honey, you can just peep at me and someone else!" Then my wife, with rocket-like speed, sat on my penis and reached orgasm…

Today I finally discovered that my wife really does like this kind of thing—this is a major discovery and development. I could almost hear my wife's charming red lips and white teeth saying to me, "Go away, dream on, you won't get any even if you come…" Then she still charmingly threw herself into his arms, kissing someone else with her red lips and white teeth, her alluring eyes staring straight at me with a defiant expression… This made all the arousal glands in my body feel like they were strung together by a rope, being pulled like a saw at my itchy spot.

My penis inevitably became erect in my pants, hard and burning hot—just then I saw the waiter pouring a plate of lamb penis into the boiling soup pot…

"Honey, that's enough, I'm not talking to you anymore, we're going to eat now, have fun with Boss Qiao!"

Damn it, what's there to have fun with a grown man like him!

This was my wife's last text message tonight.

I can't remember how much mutton I ate after that, or whether I ate any lamb penis. I only remember that my penis was hard the whole time. It's a small miracle that I could keep my penis hard after eating mutton. The strong liquor deserves an indelible credit for that. I just don't know why Boss Qiao kept urging me to drink strong liquor tonight.

However, I must admit, I always mistook the steaming hot pot for the steam from a hot spring sauna, and the bubbling broth inside for the yellowish bathwater. No wonder my penis was constantly hard—my wife was probably taking a bath with someone else right now. Ning Hui and I have been in those kinds of rooms before; for two people to get in the yellow wooden tub at the same time, they have to be chest to chest and back to back… meaning my wife would have to be completely naked with him, front-facing, touching his buttocks and breasts… Imagine such a small space, such close proximity, the yellow tub filled only with water and my wife's naked, beautiful, and delicate body—he wouldn't touch the hard-on tub unless he thoroughly fondled and caressed my wife… This vivid and sensual scene in my imagination made my blood boil. "Squeak!" I picked up the cup and downed another shot of strong liquor.

Drink!

"Come on, come on! Boss Qiao... bring some more... wine, wine... well, who's... afraid of who's... let's have another round, let's chat alone... drink!"

I felt it was really unfair of Boss Qiao to treat me to mutton and strong liquor today. And that's not all; I also lost terribly at playing cards, even losing eight pots of mutton soup—I usually play better after drinking, but tonight I even mistook the teacup next to me for a bathtub! How could I possibly play cards like that?

Losing some money is a small matter; my reputation as a card player is ruined, and then Boss Qiao couldn't help but berate me: "Hey, you've really embarrassed me. I was praising you like a god, people came because of you, and you're the one who got robbed. How are you going to survive in this world? Go find a block of tofu and smash your head against it."

It was past midnight when I got home, barely dawn.

As I collapsed into bed, my brain was still spinning like an empty motor, like a never-ending carousel in a park.

I finally had a chance to appease my brother, who had spent the night on standby duty with his cloak up. I grabbed his erect penis, which looked like it was on its own, and said understandingly, "Sorry to trouble you tonight, brother."

My penis didn't seem satisfied with just my hand's caresses, so I stuffed my wife's pillow under me, making it into a bird's nest shape, and wrapped it around my penis. This made my swollen penis feel a little more comfortable, creating a peculiar situation that made me feel both excited and bittersweet—I had given my wife to someone else to have sex with, while I was at home having sex with my wife's pillow.

When the image in my mind came to my wife, the white-skinned beauty, moaning and groaning with her hero in the yellow tub bath—the image was so clear that I could see Mr. Wang's penis in the yellow tub full of water, going in and out of my wife's lustful, dark pubic hair... my penis quickly ejaculated inside the pillow.

"Ning Hui... ah—"

I ejaculated while calling out my wife's name.

I'll never forget the look in Ning Hui's eyes when she rushed into my arms the moment she got home—her bright eyes were filled with a tender longing for my utmost affection, yet beneath that tenderness lay an unspeakable anxiety. It

was already evening when Ning Hui got home. I had just woken from a hazy, surreal sleep fueled by mutton, cheap liquor, a lustful dream about my wife, masturbation, and a semen-stained pillow. I quickly washed up because my wife had texted me to say she was on her way home.

Receiving the text, I suddenly felt like crying. I wanted to tell Ning Hui how much I had missed her that night.

I had never felt such a heart-wrenching longing for my wife.

The moment Ning Hui entered, even though it was just a fleeting moment of stunned silence, I felt a gaze that I would remember for a lifetime—like the clear, gentle glow of a moonlit night sky.

That gaze was breathtakingly beautiful.

Before my tongue could even register a word, Ning Hui had thrown herself into my arms.

Ning Hui held me tightly—I rarely felt her hold so strong, as if she wanted to squeeze every last drop of water from me like a sponge.

"Was...was it alright, baby?"

I asked, my voice weak and trembling with pity.

"Yeah, it was alright,"

Ning Hui replied, her voice barely audible, as if struggling to breathe.

This answer sent a shiver down my spine, because it meant everything had happened!

I cupped Ning Hui's face in my hands, intending to lift her head from my chest and give her a deep kiss, to let her know that being in her husband's arms today was no different from yesterday—even though her body had now been given to another man.

Ning Hui's head remained pressed against my chest, her breathing rapid. Suddenly, I felt my hand, caressing Ning Hui's face, touch something wet. I instinctively reached for my eyes.

Tears.

"What's wrong, baby?"

I quickly cupped Ning Hui's face, only to see her eyes brimming with tears. "He...he bullied you?"

I didn't know what kind of lewd behavior could be considered bullying after all that.

Ning Hui shook her head, then buried her face in my chest again. "He's very good to me."

"Then tell your husband what happened?"

I gently stroked Ning Hui's hair, like comforting a lost lamb.

"Husband...you...you won't leave me, will you?"

Ning Hui gripped my body tightly as she spoke, and began to sob.

"Don't cry, baby, silly girl. Your husband loves you too much to leave you."

I leaned down, kissing Ning Hui's eyelids and licking away the tears. The tears tasted bitter on my tongue, but it was the most beautiful salty taste I had ever experienced.

"I...I've already...done it with Mr. Wang...husband, you really won't despise me?"

Ning Hui looked at me, her timid expression like a three-year-old child who had broken a vase.

"I've never seen anyone as silly as you. Do you know how hard it is for your husband to lend you out for one night? It's just to make you happy, isn't it? If you don't do it, how can you face me? How could your husband dislike you?"

I said, gently flicking Ning Hui's nose, finally making Ning Hui's little mouth pout.

"Then you can't leave me, never! You hear me?"

Ning Hui flicked her nose in response, "Hmph!"

"How could I bear to leave such a beautiful wife!"

I quickly wiped away Ning Hui's tears, then gave her a big, loud kiss on the lips, feigning grievance as I said, "Sigh, you don't know how wicked Boss Qiao was last night. He deliberately treated me to mutton, and kept pouring me strong liquor, saying things like, 'Drink more, you'll have a fairy-like wife to hug when you get home!'" "Hehehe

,"

Ning Hui finally laughed through her tears, "Ah, husband, I'm sorry you had to suffer last night."

"Of course, I told Boss Qiao that I wouldn't have a wife to hug when I got home, that my wife hugged someone else tonight."

I said mischievously, glancing sideways at Ning Hui to see her reaction.

"Ah, husband, you really said that to him? I'm so embarrassed!"

Ning Hui's panicked face had a particularly charming beauty.

"Haha, just kidding. How could I tell him that!"

I couldn't bear to see Ning Hui's pale face, so I quickly told her the truth. "But poor husband of yours last night. You must have had a good time with Mr. Wang, but I slept with your pillow all night. Where in the world is there such a good husband? His wife is given to someone else to have sex with, but he's having sex with his wife's pillow."

"You're bad! Who had a good time?"

Ning Hui raised her fist and punched my chest. Her face brightened completely, her eyes now watery and her cheeks flushed.

"Still not admitting it?"

I picked up my wife and walked to the head of the bed in the bedroom. "Then tell me first, did you have an orgasm?"

"Yes, I did."

My wife lowered her head shyly.

"How...how many times?"

"...Three times."

My wife whispered in my ear, her voice so soft that you couldn't hear a mosquito flying by.

"That's it, you had three orgasms and you still say you didn't have a good time?"

If I hadn't been prepared, I think my cock would have blasted all the filth out of me after hearing this report. "Now, give your husband a proper report on how Mr. Wang brought you to orgasm, be detailed, don't miss a single detail!"

"You bad boy!"

My wife nestled against me obediently, her face flushed.

I placed Ning Hui on the bed, grabbed her hand and reached it towards my crotch, impatiently tearing at her clothes. I desperately wanted to kiss the fragrance of my wife's body, to explore how her beautiful body had twisted and turned beneath me, receiving pleasure, just hours before. I wanted to smell the erotic scent emanating from her body, a scent mixed with his.

My cock was now fully erect, filling Ning Hui's hand completely.

"How do you want your wife to report, honey?"

Ning Hui cooperated by letting me strip her naked, then kindly used her delicate fingers to slowly massage my glans in circles, saying, "Look how impatient you are, I feel bad for you last night."

I pulled down Ning Hui's pink lace panties, held them to my nose, and took a deep sniff. "Wow, smells so good, baby, today is different!"

"What's different?"

Ning Hui opened her mouth, originally about to take my penis into her mouth, but asked me after hearing what I said.

I spread Ning Hui's legs, which gleamed white, and sniffed inside. There, the grass was still lush and the water puddle abundant. I inhaled deeply into my wife's fragrant, dense cleft, then looked up and said seriously, "Hmm, wife, the Japanese devils have invaded the village."

"Giggle, giggle,"

Ning Hui couldn't maintain her half-lying-on-me position anymore, laughing so hard she was breathless and collapsed against me. "Husband, you have to make your wife laugh herself to death today!"

I turned Ning Hui over, half-lying on the edge of the bed, and cupped her face in my hands. "Wife, can you suck my cock while reporting to your husband that he... is bursting with pent-up desire?"

With that, I pressed my erect cock against Ning Hui's cherry-like lips.

Ning Hui's slender, porcelain-white fingers encircled my penis. She looked up at me with a charming smile, her alluring eyes curving like crescent moons. She stammered, "My husband has been wronged for so long; I'll serve you well now."

With that, she opened her mouth, her red lips and white teeth gracefully parting to take most of my penis into her mouth. Her tongue gently sucked at the tip of my penis, warm and moist yet with a gentle yet firm touch.

"Wow—take it easy, wife!"

I gripped Ning Hui's hair tightly, feeling a surge of pleasure travel from my penis to my scalp. What I needed to do was control the urge to ejaculate and prevent it from overflowing so quickly—every second I held back meant one more second of pleasure.

I understood this principle; my wife's report hadn't even begun yet. I had to at least—my wife had three orgasms last night, I had to be in sync with her! My first surge of pleasure had to wait until I heard how her first orgasm came about!

"Report quickly, baby."

I guided Ning Hui's sucking on my penis, wanting to make this heavenly feeling last forever. "Start from when he picked you up yesterday."

"Mmm... okay."

Technically speaking, talking while sucking on my penis wasn't too difficult, it was quite enjoyable, like talking while eating a lollipop. Ning Hui's mouth and tongue caressed my penis, sometimes licking the glans, sometimes playing with the shaft, as she began to recount in a sweet and seductive voice, "When I went out yesterday... I almost didn't recognize him."

...

Before leaving, Ning Hui could tell that her husband was reluctant to part, which was why she insisted on not letting him see her off. Besides being afraid that her husband would be in a bad mood, she hadn't fully gotten used to her husband handing her over to another man—who knew what kind of astonished reaction President Wang would have if he knew that all of this was encouraged by her husband?

Ning Hui was dressed in a particularly youthful and beautiful sportswear, and she arrived at the agreed meeting place with light steps. The old woman's cigarette stand was still there not far away, but Ning Hui had no idea that the old woman still owed Ning's husband fifty yuan.

Ning Hui stood under a ginkgo tree by the roadside, looking around, but couldn't find the familiar black Mercedes. She was puzzled. "Huh, wasn't he supposed to be here?" A little flustered, she picked up her phone, ready to call Boss Wang.

With a "squeak," a silver-gray Honda suddenly pulled up beside Ning Hui. A head popped out of the driver's side window, a pair of large sunglasses obscuring half his face. Ning Hui stared blankly for a couple of seconds before recognizing who it was, then quickly opened the car door and got in.

"Wow, Boss Wang is so cool! I didn't even recognize you!"

Ning Hui had been a little shy, but Boss Wang's shrewd move instantly made the atmosphere relaxed and comfortable. “I’ve been looking for that black Mercedes.”

“Haha, you’ve been a scout for nothing!”

Mr. Wang said, pressing his face against my wife’s slightly flushed cheek. “I didn’t drive a black Mercedes, this is your Sister Tang’s car.”

Ning Hui knew who Sister Tang was, of course. A mix of emotions welled up inside her, as if she were doing something terribly wrong—wasn’t she having a date with a married man? But Mr. Wang’s close body and gentle demeanor quickly captivated my wife. She opened her body and let him embrace her. Their cheeks were now face to face, their lips touching.

Ning Hui closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted, as if waiting for something.

“Did you miss me? I missed you so much, Hui’er.”

Mr. Wang kissed my wife’s lips tightly. Without hesitation, my wife put her tongue into Mr. Wang’s mouth, and in an instant, their tongues intertwined intimately.

“Yes!”

Ning Hui replied.

"We can't stay here any longer. Who is Mr. Wang? I understand that." The Honda pulled over to the side of the road for a few seconds, then sped off, emitting a puff of white smoke.

In the blink of an eye, the Honda carrying Mr. Wang and my wife had disappeared from sight of the Ning Mansion. ...

"What happened on the way?"

I insisted that Ning Hui lick my penis very gently, afraid that any forceful movement would cause my sperm to overflow.

"Nothing happened on the way. He was just driving while holding my hand tightly, making my hand sweat."

Ning Hui lowered her head and began to gently lick my testicles. "He sang for me on the way, and I sang 'Sending Off Comrades' for him..."

...

After about two hours of driving, including nearly an hour on a paved mountain road, a hotel-like resort came into view, with a prominent sign hanging at the entrance: Sakura Hot Spring.

Upon arriving at their destination, Ning Hui felt a surge of inexplicable excitement. The place was surrounded by mountains on three sides, lush and green, with crisp, clean air; it won my wife's heart almost from the very first glance. ( Chapter 24,

December 4th

: The Little Boy in the Big Pool)

If this city were to choose the best place for an affair, this hot spring would undoubtedly be in the top three. Away from the hustle and bustle, with a tranquil environment and excellent privacy, the hot spring itself evokes endless ambiguous fantasies. Whether it's a romantic dream or a lewd thought, you have to get everyone naked first, right? Some foods can be aphrodisiacs, some drugs can enhance male potency, but some hot springs require you to strip completely naked, and then, with hearts full of longing, men and women, or those in green and red, embrace each other in the steamy air, plus the sulfur in the hot spring makes the skin smooth and sticky from being rubbed together. It's like your blood vessels are dilating, you're not letting loose, you're not being rude to the opposite sex—at this point, the hot spring isn't just a public bathhouse, it's the best aphrodisiac for an affair.

And this Sakura Hot Spring—grandma's very Japanese name immediately brings to mind the pornographic films produced in Japan. It seems the people who built this resort have a penchant for anything less than erotic.

Mr. Wang booked the best room here, called the "Super Deluxe Platinum Golden Barrel Bath Presidential Suite"—what a terrible name! Mr. Wang said he wanted the most expensive kind of room, not one with a name that sounds like an old woman's bound feet. The name is a bit like drinking red wine while eating steamed buns.

But the room truly was platinum and luxurious, with a listed price of three thousand per night, comparable to a five-star hotel in the city.

The room was on the top floor of an annex building halfway up the mountain. When Ning Hui, travel-worn, was gently led in by Mr. Wang, her arm around her waist, even my wife, who's seen a bit of the world, couldn't help but sigh three times!

As soon as I entered, I saw a large bouquet of bright red roses on the table, with a beautiful card attached that read, "For my dearest Hui'er!"

"Wow—so beautiful,"

many people have given my wife roses, but not every rose looks so beautiful and refreshing to her. My wife smiled at Mr. Wang like a spring breeze: "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"I had them delivered to the room,"

Mr. Wang said, his hands trembling with a touch of cynicism, but when it came to romance, he was quite shrewd.

Ning Hui felt a warmth like the winter sun in her heart—she bent down and took a deep breath of the roses…

"Honey… didn't I give you roses when I bought the car? Whose roses… smelled better?"

I pulled the half-eaten penis out of Ning Hui's mouth, wanting to hear my wife's clear answer.

"Hmm... let me think,"

Ning Hui looked at me with half-closed eyes, her playful and seductive manner making me feel like she was brewing a conspiracy. Her slender fingers gently cupped my penis. "Husband, I..."

"What's wrong... tell me the truth!"

"Don't be angry when I tell you."

Ning Hui involuntarily stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of my penis, as if trying to soothe a loser in the gentlest way. "It's his... smells good!"

"Ah... slower... don't move!"

I gripped Ning Hui's hair tightly, my whole body convulsing, my toes gripping the sheets tightly. I felt the sperm inside my penis suddenly launch a mass attack, and I tried my best to fight back against the flood, not wanting them to burst out.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Hui pouted mischievously, "Does it mean I can't resist wanting to ejaculate when I say his smells better than yours, honey? Humph, I knew it. The more your wife talks about how good she is with him, the more excited you get."

"I...I know. The more pleasure you get from him, the more excited I get, you know that, baby!"

I was relieved that the flood control efforts had achieved a certain stage of success, so that our restless offspring could wait for that exciting moment to erupt. I gently stroked my wife's glowing face, which reflected her satisfied and happy expression. I solemnly declared, like the President of the United States delivering a State of the Union address, or like a brave underground party member ready to face any danger, "Wife, now that you know how to excite your husband, come at me even more fiercely, you know what I mean, baby."

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it then,"

Ning Hui winked playfully at me.

"I...I can take it!"

I swallowed hard. "Continue...continue."

...

I sighed at the Japanese-style decor of the room. The ankle-high, tatami-like bed stretched across half the room, easily enough for three or five people to have a bed party. No wonder my wife texted me saying the bed was huge. From then on, I was too embarrassed to say that the two-meter-wide bed at the Ning Mansion was too big, and I was determined to replace it—because my wife is a big bed fanatic.

Directly opposite the bed was an open-plan bathroom, separated only by a semi-transparent glass screen. On the screen were several half-hidden, half-revealed images of Japanese geisha-like women emerging from their baths. The person who painted this was definitely a seasoned rogue familiar with all sorts of seductive women. The figures of the women were all depicted as alluring, plump, and curvy like Sister Furong, with chubby, baby-faced faces, each with a unique charm. One of them was painted somewhat like Yoshizawa Akiho, and her allure lay in the fact that one hand was caressing her breasts while the other reached into her crotch, where a strip of cloth perfectly concealed the point where her hand and legs crossed...

Of course, this yellow-barrel suite couldn't be without a yellow barrel. This yellow barrel was particularly striking, as it was carved directly onto the wooden barrel body, depicting two naked men and women embracing in a sexual act—Ning Hui blushed instantly upon seeing this.

The hot spring water was directly piped into this yellow tub—it was said that some other rooms simply had sulfur powder sprinkled into the boiler water to mimic the hot spring, but this room's water was genuinely drawn from the hot spring source.

"Do you like the room?"

Mr. Wang asked gently, his calm demeanor revealing a clear desire to please her, because tonight my wife was his darling, and also his prey.

"It's very nice, but,"

Ning Hui lowered her head shyly, looking around the room filled with images of ample breasts and buttocks, and the decadent atmosphere, "this room isn't really for sleeping, is it?"

"Haha, otherwise why would it be called a couples' suite?"

Mr. Wang had already finished unpacking and understood Ning Hui's meaning, laughing heartily, "This suite is the best here, there are only two, and I specifically asked the owner to reserve them for me; he's a friend of mine."

Ning Hui was touched by the man's meticulous and thoughtful arrangements; women love this feeling of being pampered. How wonderful and joyful it is to be a submissive and dependent woman in front of a powerful man—especially when this man is her towering hero. She already has a husband who dotes on her and whom she deeply loves, but why does she still feel a trembling happiness and a strange, inexplicable excitement when this man, who adores her, expresses the same affection in return?

Is it really possible to love two people at the same time?

This fleeting thought made Ning Hui flustered and momentarily ashamed. She subconsciously pushed open the door to the open-air balcony and stepped outside. Night had fallen, and the mountain sky seemed particularly vast and tranquil. A refreshing breeze blew in, invigorating Ning Hui without causing a slight chill, because a warm and broad chest pressed against her from behind—Mr. Wang reached out and embraced Ning Hui, gently pulling his wife—his beloved darling tonight—into his arms.

My wife was already getting used to this man's aura—a legendary aura, radiating both masculine vigor and refined wisdom, the kind that comes from someone who has faced life and death on the battlefield and navigated the treacherous waters of the business world. When such an aura, exuding all the best qualities of a man, meets ambiguous feelings, it's not shameful for any woman to be captivated.

Ning Hui's body went limp, and she collapsed against the warm wall—because of the height difference between her and President Wang, his outstretched arms landed squarely on her chest.

Despite the clothing separating them, my wife's breasts still gave Mr. Wang a captivating softness, full and round. Mr. Wang's hand paused there, as if unsure whether to move forward or backward—although they had already shared an intimate French kiss, Mr. Wang hadn't truly explored my wife's exquisite body, including those two irresistibly alluring breasts.

What happened next showed that my wife was naturally a master of understanding men—Ning Hui seemed to sense the unease in Mr. Wang's hands, so she gently took his hands, giving them the confidence to move forward, and placed them on her chest. Then she took a deep breath, letting her full breasts expand and undulate in a wave-like motion to meet his large, thick hands that had just pulled back the bolt of a gun.

"Mmm..."

As soon as those hands tightened their grip, Ning Hui felt a strange, tingling pleasure emanating from her chest. This trembling was undoubtedly due to the fact that her breasts, a forbidden area brimming with sensual secrets for women, were finally being violated by a man—a violation that wasn't entirely morally justifiable, something that could only happen in a subconscious dream. It was as if she were a docile lamb finally being picked up and held in the mouth of a wolf who had been lusting after her for so long—and the key was that the wolf just happened to be exactly what she desired. A lamb falling in love with a wolf doesn't conform to any ethics or rationality, but at this moment, the lamb entering the wolf's mouth brought such excitement and pleasure.

Doesn't everyone, deep down, yearn for this kind of forbidden pleasure?

"The scenery here at night... is so beautiful!"

Ning Hui couldn't help but sigh softly, her lingering sigh seeming to pierce through the distant valleys of the night.

Women always speak indirectly. I bet my wife actually meant that the feeling of Mr. Wang gently rubbing her breasts—even through her clothes—was so beautiful.

"The night is so beautiful because of Hui'er."

Mr. Wang gently caressed my wife's earlobe with his lips, reciting this line like a poem. When even a gunman can be poetic, when a mountain-like man can be as tender as water, what woman in his arms could escape!

Isn't a tough guy with a tender heart every woman's dream?

Mr. Wang held my wife tightly as they stood in the deep night. In the distance, the lights of the rural-urban fringe below the mountain were twinkling. Between the main building and the annex of the resort, an open-air hot spring pool was gradually heating up, and guests were starting to jump around in it, stirring up wisps of steam.

Ning Hui felt Mr. Wang's hands kneading her chest more and more forcefully, feeling her body about to melt like an ice cream—she had so hoped that even the clothes between them would melt away... But Ning Hui uttered the opposite of what she expected, preventing her clothes from falling off at that moment: "Mr. Wang... I'm hungry."

My wife blushed shyly, without any hint of femininity.

"Okay, let's go eat. Now, can you stop calling me President Wang, Hui'er?"

President Wang pleaded with Ning Hui. ...

"You texted me around this time last night, didn't you?"

I asked, enjoying the tingling pleasure of Ning Hui gently rubbing my glans with her teeth.

"Yes, I texted you when we were going to eat."

"He doesn't let you call him President Wang... so what did you call him?"

I didn't dare breathe; I had made a three-point agreement.

"Old..."

Ning Hui's voice was low...

Boom! My heart suddenly collapsed, and my voice trembled. "You...you called him 'husband'?"

"No, no, no, I mean...I called him Old Wang,"

Ning Hui quickly finished speaking, then paused. "Husband, don't be angry, I also..."

"What else?"

"I also called him 'darling'!"

"Ugh—"

My penis jolted again. "As long as...as long as he doesn't call me 'husband,' I'll call him anything."

"I'm sorry I scared you earlier, husband?"

Ning Hui took my penis in her mouth and gave me a deep throat, as an apology and gratitude that I didn't mind her calling him 'darling.' "Thank you, my good husband!"

"When he held you like that and rubbed your breasts...what did it feel like, baby?"

My penis was glistening with the saliva Ning Hui had just spit out. "Why didn't he put his hand inside your clothes and touch your breasts?"

"The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is. That's called romance."

Ning Hui smiled sweetly. She'd already started talking about her darling, "I felt so excited when he held me, his kneading of my breasts felt so good, I really wanted his hands to actually go inside my clothes..."

Well, he'd become the emperor and I'd become the eunuch.

Then I felt my urges stirring again, and said, "It's good that you want it, I love you like this... my sexy wife! Aren't you eagerly waiting for him to come and have his way with you? Tell me, isn't that right?"

"You naughty husband,"

Ning Hui continued sweetly, "I just feel that such a powerful, such an excellent man is pampering me, and it's like..."

"It's like what?"

"It's like I really want to give myself to him!"

After saying that, Ning Hui looked at me, seemingly waiting to see how this bombshell would make her husband, Ning, so eager and agitated.

Unsurprisingly, amidst Ning Hui's giggles, I laboriously repeated the flood relief efforts I had just witnessed. I felt it was becoming increasingly difficult to stop those hormone-fueled men: "Then that text message saying you were going out to eat came and then you ignored your poor husband. Humph, did you forget about your husband after you gave yourself to someone else?"

I genuinely felt a little sour amidst my heightened excitement.

"Ah, husband, I'm sorry. Your wife is making it up to you now,"

Ning Hui said coquettishly, giving my glans another lick. "Besides, later... later I got busy."

I knew that; when emperors and concubines are busy, eunuchs are irrelevant.

"Busy with what?"

I pressed.

"Busy... busy making love with him..."

...

When we went down to the restaurant for lunch, President Wang packed a large bag of things for the hot springs, planning to soak in the large pool after dinner, to share the fun with everyone. When Mr. Wang saw the extremely frugal three-piece swimsuit that Ning had specially prepared for his wife, he smiled knowingly, perhaps even with a hint of surprise. Little did he know that my wife was such a wild and unrestrained girl, capable of anything.

It was the weekend, and there were quite a few customers. About half of them were families enjoying the weekend, while the other half were couples like my wife and Mr. Wang, either for a legal or illegal date.

My wife came out of the changing room after changing into her swimsuit. Because of the low outdoor temperature, she was wearing a bath towel, which covered most of her body except for her calves. However, the thin towel betrayed her shapely figure. As my wife tiptoed from the changing room across the hot spring pool to the other end where Mr. Wang was already waiting in the water, several whistles rang out around us—actually, it was a few daring guys giving my beautiful wife the highest form of respect in return for their stunning visual enjoyment. Whether

they were also saluting my wife with cloaks sticking out from their crotches, I don't know.

Ning Hui wasn't flustered at all, because she had her own guardian angel tonight. All that remained was the smug satisfaction a woman feels when praised.

With a whistle, my wife's gait became increasingly elegant, her hips swaying gently, exuding sexiness.

What made Ning Hui's heart race with a slight panic was that the bath towel would soon be pulled down like a curtain, and the three-piece swimsuit her husband had chosen for her, practically nonexistent, wouldn't be able to stop the impending intimacy between their skin.

"Come on down, the water's warm, don't catch a cold,"

Mr. Wang said, reaching out to lead Ning Hui into the pool.

Mr. Wang had specifically chosen a relatively secluded spot. The entire hot spring pool was divided into several areas by artificial hills of varying sizes, creating a complex and secluded geographical environment.

People were enjoying themselves in the pool; many were splashing in the open areas, while others sat in small groups or pairs, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the hot spring in the cold winter.

Ning Hui stepped into the water, the towel slowly slipping off her body. In the steaming mist, my wife's fair skin was gradually revealed. Her breasts, though not large, were quite firm, and the simple piece of cloth accentuated their fullness, making them appear even more prominent. In the steam, she resembled a vibrant lotus blooming in the water.

This delicate lotus slowly moved towards her lover for the night. Just as she was about to reach Mr. Wang, the pool floor became slippery, and Ning Hui lost her balance. She stumbled and fell squarely into Mr. Wang's arms—all thanks to Ning Hui's actions. The two pieces of cloth hanging like leaves on my wife's chest were now almost invisible—leaving her firm breasts nearly naked against Mr. Wang's exposed chest. *

Splash!* The textured sound of flesh colliding was, in my opinion, as beautiful as Schubert's most beautiful serenade. My wife's mostly bare breasts pressed against Mr. Wang's equally bare, subtly visible muscles. Mr. Wang then opened his arms, and my wife's bare, white belly and thighs pressed against him…

"So… you two just… like that, your flesh is exposed?"

The sour taste of plum juice suddenly rose in my heart again.

"Hmph, it's all your fault! Who told you to let your wife wear that three-piece suit that's as thin as a leaf? If I wanted to cover up that three-piece suit, I could at least cover it up properly!"

Ning Hui seized the opportunity to retort, her pout clearly showing her schadenfreude.

"What happened next? And then he hugged you... and wouldn't let go? That's unreasonable, isn't it?"

I asked, holding my breath. At that moment, my wife was practically naked, and with just a gentle hook of his fingers, he was holding her so close. It was easy for him.

"Hmph, just now you were so anxious about why he didn't reach in and touch your wife's breasts, and now that he's about to devour her, you're all anxious? Now you're like a lamb entering a wolf's den. Have you ever seen a wolf spit it out?"

Ning Hui seemed to really listen to her husband; her increasingly brazen words were making my heart flutter.

"And what about you? You have to struggle a little, wife? At least... at least you have to half-heartedly give in, right?"

I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly hoped my wife wouldn't give in so easily.

"I'm struggling internally, honey. There are so many people in the pool, it's so embarrassing," Ning Hui began to writhe, her hands gripping my penis tighter. "But..."

"But what?"

"His arms are so...so comfortable. Just touching his body makes me feel like I'm being electrocuted. My body goes limp, and I don't have the strength to struggle anymore, honey."

Ning Hui's face was flushed, as if she was recalling the feeling of being in his arms.

"Then...where are his hands? Are his hands not behaving properly?"

I realized my question was pointless. I could only obediently listen to my wife being played with like a docile lamb. I was prepared for another flood of activity; I wasn't sure when our sperm would succumb to the stimulation and rebel again.

"What do you think? There's only obedient little lamb cake, have you ever heard of an obedient little wolf cake?"

Ning Hui's voice was clearly heavy and weak, a sign of her body aroused. "His...his hands..."

"What did his hands do to you?"

"He started to put them into my breasts."

"Ah...he pinched your nipples?" "

Mmm...he pinched them, husband."

"It feels good...do you feel good, wife?"

"It feels good...it feels so good...husband!"

"Are your nipples hard...are they hard?"

"If I remember correctly...they're all hard, husband!"

"Ugh—"

I heard a wild howl from within me. ...

As expected of a former reconnaissance soldier, the place Mr. Wang found was right next to a rockery, and the lighting was dim. Groups of people were scattered around, soaking in pools, their voices a cacophony of noise, yet no one could make out a single word they were saying.

To make matters worse, there was a spring beneath the rockery, from which hot water was constantly bubbling up. Mr. Wang held Ning Hui tightly in his arms, then leaned against the artificial hill beside the spring, letting Ning Hui turn around and rest her against his legs. He supported her body with one hand—his aim was simply to position her buttocks directly against the gushing spring water, and by adjusting the angle, the water would strike her most private area between her legs.

The spring water gushed out with a wonderful temperature, momentum, and force.

Ning Hui was now powerless to struggle, feeling her entire body melted by Mr. Wang's strength and the heat of the hot spring. Moreover, there were many couples around them embracing intimately, which completely disarmed Ning Hui's last bit of shyness, leaving her completely at Mr. Wang's mercy.

After settling my wife into a comfortable position, Mr. Wang freed one hand to begin caressing her smooth, satin-like body. Ning Hui could only try to stay submerged in the water, opening the towel to cover her chest—because Mr. Wang's hands were becoming increasingly brazen in their caresses.

This act of covering actually encouraged Mr. Wang; his hands, which had previously lingered over Ning Hui's breasts, hadn't dared to venture deeper. Now, my wife was truly trapped like a sheep in a pen.

A vivid and sensual scene unfolded beneath the towel. Mr. Wang's hands, which had been roaming over my wife's body, immediately crossed the line, caressing and teasing her cleavage with a gentle, forceful touch. Feeling the increasingly intense rise and fall of Ning Hui's breasts, he leisurely slipped his hand under the towel, first greedily and gently squeezing each of her full breasts in turn, then gently pinching and playing with one of her pert nipples.

"Ah..."

Ning Hui's body trembled as if electrocuted with a soul-stirring moan, the trembling splashing water around her.

Feeling my wife's trembling body, Mr. Wang couldn't help but let out a long, muffled groan, "Mmm—Hui'er, your moans are so beautiful!"

"Mmm...mmm..."

Ning Hui responded to Mr. Wang with even more moans. I knew that the pleasure created for her by the man she loved had rendered my wife speechless. Only by presenting more of her feminine beauty to him could she let him know how happy she was because of him!

Mr. Wang felt my wife's pleasure rising uncontrollably. Seeing such a beautiful woman panting with pleasure under his manipulation, I guess this ignited his ambition to pursue greater achievements and his masculine wildness. He wanted to see just how far my wife—his darling tonight—could go in her pleasure!

Then, he slightly adjusted Ning Hui's body angle, positioning her crotch directly above the spring. A stream of water then gushed between her legs, as if vying to kiss the fragrant spot between her thighs. The water, propelled by inertia, carried a warm, pounding impact, striking my wife's tender vulva!

"Ah!..."

Ning Hui was caught off guard. Her already burning desire couldn't withstand the sudden attack of this scalding heat. A surge of intense pleasure spread from where the water struck her throughout her body. Ning Hui bit her lip tightly, desperately trying to suppress the screams that spurred from her euphoria!

As expected of a veteran who had seen battle, Mr. Wang's attacks seemed meticulously planned, wave after wave.

His other hand, which was already supporting my wife's buttocks, while stabilizing her position, moved down from between Ning Hui's buttocks, following the direction of the rushing water. He lifted the small piece of cloth covering her, accurately finding her clitoris, which was throbbing with pleasure under the continuous impact of the water. His fingers, along with the constant flow of water, began to knead my wife's clitoris, a rhythmic interplay with the fingers that were constantly pinching her nipples. Accompanied by the gurgling hot water, the misty spray, the splashes of water caused by my wife's trembling body, and her soft moans, he offered my wife a unique and wonderful feast of pleasure.

The poor piece of cloth that Ning, the cook, had carefully prepared, hung between my wife's legs. Caught between the heat of the hot spring and the heat flowing through my wife's body, it truly looked like a leaf trembling in the wind…

“Ugh…”

Ning Hui suppressed her cries, only letting out soft moans. This suppressed tension made her body's pleasure rebound even more intensely. Her hand couldn't help but reach towards Mr. Wang's lower body, touching his firm thigh. Perhaps reaching the root, Ning Hui's fingers suddenly felt a strange sensation. Her mind was blurred by the pleasure, but she only felt some uneven scars on it.

“Auntie,”

suddenly a clear little boy's voice came from beside her.

Chapter 25: Daddy, Daddy!

Ning Hui suddenly snapped out of her reverie, still panting, and vaguely saw a little boy standing not far ahead calling her.

Mr. Wang, however, remained calm, still groping my wife, only the pressure of his caresses lessening slightly.

"Did you call me? Little...little boy?"

Ning Hui tried to steady her breathing and asked.

"Yes,"

the little boy looked delicate and timid, but his tone revealed a carefree and irresponsible air, "I just wanted to come and tell you, Auntie, you're so pretty."

"You...how...how do you know...Auntie is pretty?"

Mr. Wang's fingers never stopped, the water continuing to pound against her flower bud. Ning Hui subconsciously pulled the towel tighter, trying to suppress her body's reaction, but the unstoppable pleasure made it very difficult to keep her breathing steady.

"I noticed you in the lobby when you came with your uncle. Just now, when you passed by the pool, I whistled along with them."

Afraid that Ning Hui wouldn't believe him, the little boy put a hand in his mouth and whistled loudly, attracting frequent glances from those around them. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just came over to tell you, you're really beautiful, auntie. If it weren't for that uncle behind you, I would pursue you, I would want you to be my girlfriend." "

Ah...you...so cute...little boy...auntie thanks you...you'll find a girlfriend even more beautiful than auntie in the future."

Ning Hui suddenly felt that suppressing her happiness brought an even greater, uncontrollable joy. Her legs involuntarily tightened around Mr. Wang's hand, her body limp as she leaned against him, seeking a firm support and a way to let her overflowing happiness flow.

"Bye-bye, auntie, have fun."

The boy said, turning to leave.

"Little boy, how old are you?"

It was Mr. Wang's voice. Ning Hui didn't know why Mr. Wang had stopped the little boy. If the boy had left, she could at least have released some pent-up energy—but in an instant, Ning Hui felt Mr. Wang's hands suddenly increase the intensity of his kneading, and one finger was inserted into her slippery vagina—Mr. Wang's finger stirred the walls of her vagina, and Ning Hui immediately enjoyed the feeling of being filled—a handsome little boy in front of her kept praising her beauty, while her most private parts were being wantonly violated. At that moment, the instinctive sense of shame became a multiplier of her pleasure. ...

"So it's an old wolf... Honey, that boy was leaving, he must have deliberately made him stop..."

I think this is too damn exciting. Mr. Wang's methods are so sophisticated that I regret not becoming a scout in the People's Liberation Army.

"Yes, later he told me he deliberately made the boy stop, he said it was just to..."

Ning Hui paused deliberately, as if to tell me the real show was about to begin.

"For what?"

"To make me...get up."

Ning Hui's voice and seductive eyes were drawn into a thin thread.

"You mean...you came later, wife?"

"Yes, I came."

"Right...in the big pool?"

This scene is fucking like an erotic movie!

"Right in the big pool...in front of that boy, I was so embarrassed, the warm water from the spring kept washing over me, making me itchy down there...

"Where did it itch?"

"...My pussy itch. And his fingers were going in and stirring inside my pussy...it felt so good...he's so good at it...husband! I couldn't hold back!"

Damn, this CEO Wang is so fierce, people who have been through wars are different! If you replace the fingers with a penis, it would be a standard wild sex!

"Wife...wasn't it especially exciting to have an orgasm in front of that boy?"

I brought my penis close to Ning Hui's mouth, I felt that my long-awaited sperm had finally had their day, "Wife, take...take my penis in your mouth...I want to fly with you! " “ I

’m so embarrassed.”

Ning Hui pecked my penis in her mouth. “But it’s really…really so exciting…I just can’t scream.”

…

“I’m ten years old, Uncle.”

The boy turned around again.

“Why are you alone? Who brought you here?”

Mr. Wang asked calmly, his busy fingers teasing Ning Hui’s most sensitive spots: her nipples, her vagina, and the clitoris above her vagina.

Ning Hui’s body began to tremble, her whole body turning red. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, and the more she tried to suppress them, the stronger the waves of pleasure came—Ning Hui grabbed the bath towel tightly around her chest like a lifeline, trying not to show any strong expression on her face, squeezing all her deep moans into her throat.

The little boy had big, bright eyes. Ning Hui was afraid he would look directly at her, so she begged Mr. Wang to talk to him and distract him.

"My dad, he came to play with my aunt. I had no one to look after me, so he brought me. They're over there, hugging like uncles and aunts," the little boy pointed into the distance. Sure enough, there was a couple embracing intimately.

"Auntie? And your mother?"

Mr. Wang could feel Ning Hui's vaginal walls gripping his fingers like suction cups, as if trying to swallow them whole. His entire weight was concentrated on her hands, which were tightly pressed between her legs, and his hips began to contort, like a kettle about to boil over.

The hot flow from her vulva continued to gush forth, repeatedly striking her clitoris.

"My dad and mom divorced because my dad got together with that aunt. I don't like her, uncle. Your aunt is much prettier than my dad's aunt,"

the little boy said, still looking at Ning Hui with his bright eyes.

"Mmm...mmm...little boy, you're also...pretty!"

Ning Hui stammered, her breath trembling.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you having trouble breathing? Are you feeling unwell?"

the little boy asked, his eyes blinking. "You can't soak in the hot spring for too long, it's too hot in the water."

Ning Hui couldn't hear what the little boy was saying anymore. Suddenly, her body trembled, her hands tightly gripping the fingers that Mr. Wang was still fiddling with her nipples. She leaned back against him, her legs pressed together as if using all her strength to trap his hand between them. Her buttocks acted like a giant magnet, firmly pressing him down. Then, she felt an overwhelming pleasure bursting forth from her flower and honeyed orifice, the waves of pleasure reaching every cell in her body.

My wife's body soared into the clear night sky at that moment.

Before her consciousness blurred due to the intense pleasure of the orgasm, the last thing Ning Hui saw was the little boy's eyes, clear and bright. ...

My penis, like an iron rod, filled Ning Hui's mouth. My sperm surged upwards, and just as I was about to ejaculate, I hesitated whether to pull it out. But Ning Hui's mouth held it tightly, preventing it from slipping out. "Ugh—"

I groaned softly, finally ejaculating my tormented offspring into my wife's warm mouth...

Mr. Wang and Ning Hui returned to the room. Ning Hui lay on the bed for a while before recovering from the exertion. She lay there lazily, watching Mr. Wang bustling about, pouring himself a drink, filling the yellow tub in the bathroom with hot water from the spring, and scattering rose petals inside. A bottle of red wine and two glasses were already set on a small table next to the tub—this moved and surprised Ning Hui. She pondered what kind of man he was, a perfect blend of iron will and tenderness, ruggedness and romance, courage and wisdom, uprightness and playfulness, so perfect that it was captivating.

Finally, Mr. Wang took a slice of peeled apple from the fruit platter brought by the waiter, sat on the edge of the bed, and handed it to Ning Hui, saying gently, "Princess Hui'er, everything is ready. Would you like to eat some apple before your bath?"

Ning Hui suddenly felt a surge of tenderness towards this man, and pouted at the apple offered to her, saying coquettishly, "Feed me."

Mr. Wang smiled, picked up the apple, and held it to Ning Hui's mouth. "Then open your mouth, Your Highness."

Ning Hui still pouted and shook her head.

Mr. Wang paused, then suddenly understood Ning Hui's meaning. He put the apple in his mouth, chewed it in half, and then used his mouth to bring the apple to my wife's mouth.

Just as Ning Hui gently opened her mouth to bite the apple Mr. Wang was holding, he suddenly turned his head away, causing her to bite into empty air.

Before Ning Hui could react, Mr. Wang quickly turned his head and sealed her lips with his, spitting the entire apple into my wife's mouth.

"You men are all so naughty!"

Ning Hui said coquettishly, chewing an apple in Mr. Wang's mouth, the juice mingling with their saliva. "I was so shy just now, I almost let that little boy see it, it was so embarrassing."

"Haha, Hui'er, you have no idea how beautiful you are when you orgasm!"

...

"How romantic, honey, feeding me an apple mouth-to-mouth."

I was moved and proud when Ning Hui made me ejaculate in her mouth earlier, and I felt that my wife still loved me so much, but hearing about her doing something so romantic with another man made me feel a little sour.

"What's wrong, honey? Are you jealous?"

Ning Hui asked quickly when she saw me looking a little dazed. "You were just telling me to go all out, and I told you not to be too rough."

"No, no... how could I be, honey?"

I quickly reassured her, afraid that the current perfect situation would stir up some other emotions in her. At this moment, I pulled Ning Hui into my arms and gave her a deep kiss on her alluring lips. The taste of my semen still lingered on her lips, intoxicating me. "Tell me first, last night, you... ate his cock?"

"...Yes, honey."

This time, Ning Hui's voice was soft but she looked at me bravely, her expression saying, "Go ahead and be jealous."

This answer was like another thunderbolt to my cock! I didn't expect my cock, which had just ejaculated, to be so strong. I felt like it was about to get hard again. I pulled Ning Hui's hand up to my chest: "Look, it's perked up again. It's so happy to hear this, baby. You've even tasted his cock, why would your husband be jealous that you're eating his saliva?"

"You bad boy!"

Ning Hui's smile returned, and she gently kissed me.

"Next, you two... took a bath together?"

I asked, knowing the answer already.

"Yes, husband."

"You two took a bath together completely naked, like, like when your husband bathes with you?"

I still felt a pang of jealousy, but I tried my best not to let my wife see it.

"Yeah, you can't take a bath wearing clothes, can you?"

No wonder I kept thinking of last night's mutton soup hotpot as a yellow tub bath! ...

Ning Hui swallowed the last bit of apple while kissing Mr. Wang, then said with her eyes closed, "Darling, can you turn around for a moment?"

Mr. Wang nodded and turned around.

Ning Hui then removed all her clothes, one by one, under the covers, including her underwear and undershirt, until she was completely naked. She then covered her naked body with the blanket—this goddess-like, beautiful body, which no man other than her husband had ever seen, was now about to be offered to the man she adored and desired. Ning Hui felt a sense of solemnity, shyness, and a barely suppressed excitement at this moment.

"Okay, turn around now,"

Ning Hui said, taking a deep breath.

Mr. Wang turned around, looking at the clothes Ning Hui had taken off beside the bed. He knew what a beautiful sight awaited him under the covers.

Ning Hui closed her eyes and softly said, "Then, will you carry me over?"

Mr. Wang was immediately filled with gratitude. He bent down and gently prepared to move the blanket, but Ning Hui's hands were tightly gripping the edge of the blanket. Mr. Wang didn't exert any force, but simply gently pressed down on Ning Hui's fingers, letting her slowly loosen them…

When the sheet finally slipped from my wife's hands, like a curtain being drawn back, my wife's dazzling and beautiful naked body, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, spilled across the bed. In that instant, the room was filled with vibrant colors and dazzling beauty.

As Mr. Wang picked up Ning Hui, he whispered in her ear, "Hui'er, you're so beautiful!"

The interior of the yellow tub was designed for comfortable reclining. As Ning Hui and Mr. Wang lay inside, Mr. Wang handed Ning Hui a glass filled with red wine, then took one for himself.

"Hmph!"

Ning Hui gestured with her lip towards Mr. Wang's crotch, holding the glass. Mr. Wang looked in the direction Ning Hui was gesturing and smiled somewhat awkwardly; he realized he was still wearing his underwear.

Mr. Wang quickly put the glass aside and then took off his underwear inside the tub.

"Still shy like a little wife," Ning Hui giggled, her eyes involuntarily glancing towards where Mr. Wang was standing. There, she saw a rather large, dark object. A surge of excitement ran through her, followed by a sigh of embarrassment. Oh dear, when did she become such a lustful woman?

Mr. Wang then bent down to pick up a glass from the small dining table—because the table was placed at Ning Hui's end, the glass, held loosely over her shoulder, wobbled, and a few drops of red wine spilled onto Ning Hui's neck.

Ning Hui prepared to wipe it away with a towel, but Mr. Wang stopped her!

Only then did Ning Hui realize that Mr. Wang's eyes also held a wild, predatory glint, staring intently at her. In his gaze, she was nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Mr. Wang lowered his body—the wolf finally struck again. His mouth moved towards Ning Hui's neck, and then his tongue began to suck on her wine-soaked skin.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui felt a warm, moist, and burning pleasure bloom on the spot on her neck where the red wine had soaked in. It instantly turned into a ring of rouge, whether from the red wine or from Mr. Wang's sucking, she didn't know.

At first, that ring of rouge could bring Ning Hui concentrated pleasure, but gradually, the rouge spread from top to bottom throughout her body.

It turned out that Mr. Wang was slowly pouring the red wine from his glass onto Ning Hui's body, starting with her neck, breasts, and lower abdomen. With each drop, he would greedily suck on Ning Hui's wine-soaked skin. When the wine dripped onto her nipples, he slowed down, letting it drip like a loose faucet onto her nipples. Her nipples, which had been warm in the water, suddenly felt a sharp, icy sensation from the wine. Ning Hui felt a sudden spasm, and her nipples hardened instantly. Just as the wine gathered into larger drops, about to roll off, Mr. Wang's mouth came close, enveloping the wine in his lips around Ning Hui's glistening, erect nipples, sucking and licking them.

While sucking, Mr. Wang kept pouring red wine onto Ning Hui's breasts. He took turns sucking on my wife's two tender nipples, as if sucking on the red milk. He greedily sucked every last drop of the milk, which was soaked in my wife's milky fragrance.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Ning Hui couldn't resist the pleasure, couldn't resist the excitement and stimulation of being the snack of a wolf she was willing to give herself to, and moaned happily.

"Hui'er, scream if you want to, okay? This room has the best soundproofing. I really want to hear your unrestrained screams!"

Ning Hui's moans aroused Mr. Wang's blood. "Does it feel good, Hui'er... Hui'er!"

"Ah... Ahhh..."

Encouraged by Mr. Wang, Ning Hui indeed screamed without restraint, her voice so enchanting that it seemed to melt all the physical objects around her into dust. What did soundproofing matter? "So good... Ahhh!"

...

My penis was now erect again, showing no signs of having just ejaculated. Seeing me struggling, Ning Hui whispered sweetly, "Husband, do you still want more? If you do, come on, put it in your wife's pussy, and I'll tell you how he..."

"How he... how he did to you?"

I covered my iron-like penis and reached for Ning Hui's pussy. My wife was indeed wet.

"I'll tell you how he made your wife...orgasm! I know you love hearing that, honey!"

"Oh, so this time...how did he make you orgasm, my darling?"

"He's...honey, you put it in...this time he licked your wife until...licked her until she orgasmed...mmm..."

"Aww—"

With such a wonderful wife, my world will always be spring—I love you, my wife! My sexy wife!

Then my cock, like a tank, thrust into my sexy wife's already soaking wet pussy. ...

Then, Mr. Wang picked up Ning Hui and made her sit on the edge of the yellow wooden tub, so that all the most hidden and erotic scenery of Ning Hui's body would be laid bare before Mr. Wang—mostly, under the thick, black pubic hair, the most alluring fragrance wafted from the crevice still glistening with water droplets, the two pink flesh petals were fully exposed, and between the opening and closing of the crevice, each glimpse was a seductive charm that would kill.

Even a seasoned man like Mr. Wang couldn't help but tremble slightly under such a beautiful and precious sight. Because of God's generosity, Mr. Ning was the luckiest man, given an angelic wife. And because of Mr. Ning's generosity, Mr. Wang became the next luckiest man, with Hui'er delivered to him so he could indulge in this heavenly scene.

Thus, Ning Hui, my angelic wife, was able to experience the bliss of being worshipped and pampered like a queen, a pleasure that two men could provide with their combined essence.

Mr. Wang felt a long-dormant volcano rumbling within him, as if he could hear the cracking and collapsing of the barren earth beneath it.

Unable to suppress the surging flames within him, Mr. Wang parted Ning Hui's legs. The flower bud, which had just danced joyfully under his hands, now displayed its most beautiful and delicate beauty, awaiting the next invasion and nourishment, glistening with lustful fluid and radiating a warm, throbbing aura.

Without hesitation, Mr. Wang gulped down the remaining red wine in his glass over Ning Hui's thick, dark pubic hair. The wine flowed down the natural groove between her thighs and into her legs. When the icy wine met the hot, lustful fluid, and through the chemical reaction between Ning Hui's exquisite pubic bones, it created the most delicious flavor a woman's private parts could produce. Mr. Wang resolutely buried his head deep, deeply into that delicious and fertile place that created it.

"Ah...my god...my god...ah ah ah..." Ning Hui tightly gripped Mr. Wang's head, her legs wrapped around his neck like an eel, her entire vulva, filled with the aroma of flesh, wine, and lustful fluid, pressed against his face, allowing his lips and tongue to churn between her vulva and clitoris.

"Ah...thank you...darling...so comfortable...so beautiful...oh my god...I'm coming...I'm going!"

...

At this moment, I hoisted Ning Hui's legs onto my shoulders, and my penis was making its final thrust into my wife's vagina. "Wife, what does it feel like to be licked...licked to orgasm? Is it good?"

"Wow, husband is so beautiful...he licks me so beautifully, so comfortably, so good...I feel...he's licking me so hard I feel like I'm flying...mmm...mmm..." Ning Hui was moaning happily, whether from the thrusting of my penis or from thinking about the feeling of Mr. Wang's tongue licking her vagina.

"Is it better than when your husband licks you, better than when your husband's penis is inside you?"

I continued thrusting, panting.

"...Mmm..."

"Say it quickly!"

"Be...be more enjoyable than my husband!"

Hearing this, my penis suddenly felt a surge of blood, like it had suddenly gained power, thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina with a series of thuds, each thrust hitting her G-spot.

"Okay, he enjoys it, then call him, call him! Call him 'darling'! Call him, wife!"

Ning Hui sensed my sudden excitement, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of my thrusts, becoming even more energetic: "Okay, I called him...Mr. Wang...Mr. Wang...darling...Mr. Wang...darling!"

I knew that now I was just one more shout from my wife away from ejaculating, "Then beg him to lick you again, beg him to lick you until you orgasm!"

"Mr. Wang, please...Mr. Wang, come lick me again...come lick me until I orgasm..."

In the end, Ning Hui and I reached orgasm together. I don't know if my wife orgasmed because she called out "Mr. Wang," but I did. ...

When we were about to go to bed, Mr. Wang told Ning Hui to wash up first, as if intentionally avoiding something.

Lying in bed, Ning Hui kept thinking about something that felt a little strange, something that had happened tonight, but she couldn't quite remember where it had happened.

When Mr. Wang got into bed, he was still wearing his underwear—Ning Hui just thought Mr. Wang was a little shy, and it was kind of cute when an older man was shy—but she had just been thoroughly taken advantage of by him, so what was there to be shy about?

Ning Hui nestled affectionately in Mr. Wang's arms and playfully gave him a sweet kiss: "Thank you, I feel so beautiful today."

"As long as you're happy, Hui'er."

Mr. Wang had recovered from his earlier wildness and gently embraced my wife.

"No, I want you to be happy too."

After saying that, she moved her face down to Mr. Wang's body, her lips brushing against his chest and gently sucking on his nipples.

"Oh—"

Under my wife's skillful tongue, Mr. Wang couldn't help but let out a long, deep moan.

As Ning Hui reached down to caress Mr. Wang's genitals, preparing to offer her sweet lips and tongue, Mr. Wang lifted Ning Hui's face, stopping her from exploring further.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Hui felt a little nervous.

"Hui'er, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll scare you,"

Mr. Wang said after gazing at Ning Hui for a long time.

Ah! Ning Hui then remembered that in the large pool, her hand had touched something on Mr. Wang's inner thigh that felt like a scar. No wonder Mr. Wang was wearing underwear when he entered the yellow tub earlier. He didn't want her to see it.

But how could she hide it? They were going to be intimate! Ning Hui suddenly felt that Mr. Wang was actually quite adorably simple-minded. Ning Hui felt that Mr. Wang must have some unspeakable secret, which aroused her feminine tenderness and pity. She said, "No, you must tell me, okay? Otherwise, I'll get angry. What's wrong?"

"Okay,"

Mr. Wang said after a moment of silence, then lifted the blanket and slowly took off his underwear.

Mr. Wang's penis was clearly visible. Although it was drooping in its normal state, it was obviously quite large. Ning Hui's heart trembled. She had never seen another man's penis so close before, and she couldn't help but blush.

But soon a huge scar came into view—objectively speaking, it was somewhat horrifying to look at—running from her left thigh, down to her testicles, and onto the skin on the left side of Mr. Wang's penis.

It was clearly a burn, and although it should have been treated, it still left a noticeable wound, somewhat uneven.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui sighed softly, trying to calm herself down from the shock of the visual discomfort. Forgetting her shyness, she reached out and gently touched the scar. When she reached Mr. Wang's penis, she hesitated for only a moment before grasping it. "Tell me, what happened? Is it a wound from the war?"

When Ning Hui's delicate hand touched his penis, Mr. Wang felt a slight tremor in his body and nodded. "Yes, it's from the time I was infiltrating before the fighting started in '79. Because there wasn't time to treat it in time, it left a very deep scar."

Ning Hui suddenly felt a deep sense of self-reproach. Firstly, she had only thought about her own pleasure and hadn't realized that the man who had given her such wonderful pleasure tonight had such a scar. He still had a piece of shrapnel in his head—Ning Hui almost cried when she thought of this. Then she gently stroked Mr. Wang's penis and said, "Darling, I'm sorry."

In her self-reproach, Ning Hui gently uttered a series of charming words to comfort Mr. Wang, "I don't think it's scary, I think it's cute. I like it, I want it!"

Mr. Wang was moved and gently stroked Ning Hui's face. "There's something else, I don't want to hide it from you."

"What is it?"

Ning Hui's heart tightened. What was wrong now?

"I... I have a problem here."

Mr. Wang smiled and pressed down on Ning Hui's hand that was stroking his penis, his smile tinged with helplessness.

"Wh...what's wrong?"

Ning Hui thought that apart from the scar, everything else looked fine, and it was even bigger than Ning Zhufu's.

"How should I put it? It's just that it's harder for me to get it hard than for others."

Mr. Wang gave a wry smile, speaking very tactfully.

Ning Hui suddenly understood, and suddenly felt that the world was so unfair. Mr. Wang seemed so great.

At the same time, Ning Hui felt her weight in this man's heart. For a man to tell you something so embarrassing and shameful meant that she already held a special place in his heart, which made Ning Hui a little excited. "What happened? Have you seen a doctor?"

"It used to be pretty normal, but in recent years it has become very difficult or I can't get an erection for long. I can't remember how many years it's been since I...I haven't actually penetrated. I went to the doctor but they couldn't give a diagnosis. They just said that shrapnel from my head and other injuries could cause this."

Large tears finally fell from Ning Hui's eyes, dripping down her cheeks and landing on the glans of Mr. Wang's penis.

"Hahaha,"

Mr. Wang laughed in his signature hearty laugh, "Why are you crying, Hui'er? Look where your tears are going. If you want more, get some red wine. Do you feel like your image of Mr. Wang as a hero has been completely ruined?"

"You're talking nonsense. You'll always be my hero. I'm sad and you're still joking."

But Ning Hui was genuinely amused by Mr. Wang. After a moment, she looked up at him with the most determined look a beautiful crescent moon could see, and said, "I'll try, okay?"

While Mr. Wang was still wondering what "try" meant, Ning Hui opened her cherry lips and without hesitation took his penis into her mouth. Then, she extended her tender, fragrant tongue and carefully licked the scar on his penis.

Mr. Wang let out a muffled groan. Ning Hui's action of licking the scar had already shown her determination and understanding. What a beautiful, kind, and righteous girl she was.

Under Ning Hui's sucking, Mr. Wang's penis gradually responded, slowly swelling inside my wife's mouth. Besides my wife's skillful licking, Ning Hui's naked kneeling and passionately sucking Mr. Wang's penis gave him a strong visual impact—it was a noble yet decadent act of devotion, a perfect union of love and sex. ...

"So, you gave him oral sex, right, wife?"

I asked somewhat casually, the earlier excitement gone.

"Yes, that's right."

Ning Hui's voice still held a hint of shyness, as always.

At this moment, I chose the neutral term "oral sex." My original plan was to ask my wife something far more provocative, like, "So you just licked his penis like that?" But Mr. Wang's story was so moving, so touching, that it moved my wife to tears. It was so solemn that I was almost embarrassed to ask her what it felt like to lick his penis.

But when I saw my wife, still breathing sweetly and speaking eloquently with the semen I had just ejaculated into her mouth, I thought that her lips and teeth had already tasted and sucked another man's penis—my incomparably beautiful wife had another man's penis in her mouth. Even this fleeting thought made my blood boil with a strange, bittersweet feeling, or perhaps a bittersweet feeling that fueled my wild, uncontrollable passion. Besides, it was already undeniably true. When you're sucking someone else's penis, a few drops of semen are bound to fall into your mouth. Looking at my wife's lips and teeth, I knew that they had inevitably contained Mr. Wang's semen.

Unexpectedly, this fiery yet reasonable thought about the dialectical relationship between oral sex and semen caused my penis, which had already ejaculated twice, to become hard again. I didn't know how much of the mutton and strong liquor from last night was at play. Then

it suddenly occurred to me that my wife supposedly had three orgasms? Where did the other one go? I quickly asked, "Honey, didn't you have a third orgasm? What happened? Where did it go?"

"Yes,"

my wife said in a seductive voice, seeing my excitement returning, "He made me orgasm again."

"Huh? How?"

"Thrust in!" "

Thrust in what?" "

His penis...hit in."

"Ah, you really cured him? He made you orgasm again with his penis?" That's

amazing, honey!

"Yes." "How...how did he cure you?"

"Um...he...he made me call him..."

"Call him what?"

I was afraid the word "husband" would actually slip out.

"Call him...Daddy...Daddy!"

12-04

Chapter 26

How chaotic is this! I never expected this Mr. Wang to have such a heavy taste. Call him Daddy, I thought of all the possibilities Ning Hui would call him when she orgasmed under him, dear, baby, brother or big-penis brother, weird uncle...but I never expected this Mr. Wang to treat my wife like his own daughter and fuck her.

This is my wife's first time being fucked by him. Mr. Wang, who's been with guns before, isn't exactly known for his prowess either. Perhaps he's just temporarily dormant, having taken a long vacation to recuperate, waiting for this moment to properly fuck my wife. Judging by this, I can't imagine what other tricks he'll pull off with my beautiful, virtuous, and kind wife.

I remember, since I married Ning Hui, I've only managed to make her orgasm a maximum of three times a night. Now, this guy has made her reach this many orgasms in one go, even with a slight erectile dysfunction. I don't know what kind of magic this man possesses that makes my wife so submissive, with such a strong physical reaction. Or is it that even the most virtuous woman, once she loses her sense of shame, experiences such ecstasy and excitement when having sex with other men?

The pressure is immense, Ning, my husband.

"Oh, honey, he's so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter. Not only does she call him 'Daddy,' but she also gets to have sex with him, and she even does so while calling him 'Daddy.' He gets all the good things in the world."

Actually, I've always cherished Ning Hui like a precious daughter, but now, she's no longer mine.

"Hehe, I have to thank you, husband. Who told you to give your wife away?"

Ning Hui's face was even more radiant and flushed after her two orgasms.

"Is my husband good?"

I quickly asked. At this moment, any sweet words from my wife were very effective. It was time to add some sugar to Ning Hui's jealousy.

"My husband is so good."

Ning Hui's words were full of tenderness and affection. She wrapped her arms around me, her body wet and sticky, carrying the fragrance of sweat.

"What's so good about my husband?"

Ning Hui's two soft, pink breasts pressed against my chest, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't resist taking a bite of each of her full, pink, glistening nipples in turn.

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui moaned softly, indicating that the waves of pleasure within her were still surging. "Husband allows his wife to have sex with other men..."

"Allow her to have sex with other men what?"

"Allow his wife to have sex with other men... you know!"

My penis, which had just ejaculated inside Ning Hui, was still limp inside her honey pot, which was incredibly wet and warm, enveloped by the abundant fluids secreted by my wife, my own ejaculation, and the lingering effects of Wang Yingxiong's previous ejaculation. Countless experiences had proven that whenever my wife teased me like this about having sex with other men, it felt like a blow to my vitals, making my entire body go limp, except for my penis.

Suddenly, I sensed a lewd undertone in Ning Hui's soft breath as she said, "You're allowed to have sex with other men!"

I felt the walls of her vagina noticeably clench around my penis; her body's reaction told me that the thought of having sex with another man had completely aroused her. This auditory and tactile sensation, along with the image that inevitably flashed through my mind—my wife with her legs spread or kneeling, letting him thrust into her, her body joyfully welcoming Mr. Wang's penis—started another round of arousal in my penis. ...

Ning Hui, my pure, incomparably beautiful wife, knelt naked on Mr. Wang's body, diligently taking his penis into her mouth and stroking it. Ning Hui was particularly gentle on the wounds on Mr. Wang's penis, frequently licking along the affected areas at the base of his thighs with her tongue, letting her soft tongue roam back and forth, as if hoping that her caresses would make this man forget all his pain.

The room was eerily quiet at this moment, with only the muffled breathing of Mr. Wang and the sounds of my wife sucking on his penis audible.

A woman's mouth is truly an irresistible weapon against a man's penis. Ning Hui felt Mr. Wang's penis gradually filling her mouth, and a surge of joy filled her heart. She felt that the scars on Mr. Wang's penis were no longer so repulsive; on the contrary, they were quite endearing. The folds that had initially felt in her mouth and on her tongue were now becoming smooth and slippery. Besides the saliva she produced, Mr. Wang's glans also began to secrete a dense, fishy-smelling fluid.

The liquid emitted a familiar yet strangely distinctive masculine scent that made Ning Hui lose control. She had tasted this liquid countless times while performing oral sex on her husband, Ning Zhufu. But when it came from another man, the subtle differences between men, the harmonious yet distinct masculine characteristics, and the psychological stimulation brought by a man who wasn't her husband, made Ning Hui momentarily confused. Besides, sucking on a man's penis fluid was such a lewd thing.

The key was that this man wasn't her husband, which made the act of sucking his penis and licking his fluids even more lewd.

All of this felt like a dream. She had actually… actually married such a husband, and she could so openly suck another man's penis and make love with another man. Ning Hui felt a wave of tenderness wash over her, and she took a deep breath of the scent—it really wasn't from her husband's penis—and at that moment, Ning Hui suddenly realized how happy it was to be a woman with a husband who allowed her to make love with other men.

This confused and lewd feeling made Ning Hui's body instantly hot. Instinctively, shame made her hesitate as she looked at the constantly seeping liquid. But suddenly, Ning Hui realized that her momentary daze caused Wang Zong's initially erect penis to soften. This made Ning Hui feel a tight, tender pity, prompting her to open her lips again and resolutely take Wang Zong's penis, still covered in sticky fluid, into her mouth once more. Her tongue gently circled the glans, as if she wanted to lick up all the secretions and suck them clean before she was satisfied.

The liquid in her mouth was neither salty nor bland, thick nor thin, yet it possessed an indescribable, intensely arousing sensation in a woman.

My wife's gentle, wanton licking motion must have been incredibly stimulating for Mr. Wang. Suddenly, his body jerked, his buttocks thrusting upwards, and his limp penis hardened again, plunging deeply into Ning Hui's mouth.

"Ah..."

Ning Hui was caught off guard, feeling the solid penis suddenly fill her throat. Strangely, she then realized that deep inside her throat, there had been a persistent, itchy anticipation, and Mr. Wang's sudden thrust perfectly satisfied that itch.

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui made a sound clearly caused by something in her mouth, her throat obstructed.

Ning Hui then realized that when she usually did deep throat with her husband, she could take his penis all the way to the base. Now, even though Mr. Wang's penis wasn't fully erect, a finger's length was still sticking out of her mouth.

If, if it were fully erect, Ning Hui felt a surge of infatuation. How fulfilling it would feel to be fully erect and inserted into her vagina! This thought brought a wave of exhilarating excitement, a sensation that spread from her heart to her groin.

At that moment, perhaps worried that Ning Hui was cold, Mr. Wang covered her back with the blanket. Ning Hui then felt Mr. Wang's hand stroking down her abdomen, finding her clitoris precisely. His fingers seemed to understand her needs, and in the blink of an eye, a wet, pleasurable sensation flowed between her legs. "

...So, even when he wasn't fully erect...you can't even fit it in your mouth, right?"

I gave my wife a firm hug, pressing my body tightly against her chest. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body more deeply, to feel the pounding heart beneath those two radiant white breasts forever belonging to me. That way, what kind of penis could my wife's beautiful body withstand? No matter the height, weight, age, or gender, as long as my wife likes it, can make her feel good and happy, and has the ability to bring her to three or more orgasms in one go, then even if it's bigger, longer, or thicker than mine, I won't say anything like Song Dandan's "hurt my pride."

Although, deep down, Ning, the cook, still felt a sourness—more so than lemons but less so than Shanxi aged vinegar.

At that moment, I felt how real my wife's body was in my arms, but I thought it was even more real. I thought that the small hurt of someone else's penis being bigger than mine would eventually be rewarded sweetly. I couldn't help but say, "Wife... say you love me!"

"I love you, husband."

Ning Hui seemed to notice my faint sadness and hugged my head like a child. "Do you still doubt how much I love you, silly husband?"

"Waaah..."

I enjoyed the feeling of Ning Hui's soft breasts against my face while sobbing and choking like a child.

"Oh, don't cry, baby."

Ning Hui knew her husband wanted to be affectionate at this moment. A man's affection is the best weapon to awaken a woman's maternal instincts—this saying sounds like a famous quote, though Ning Hui didn't know who said it, but he used it skillfully. Ning Hui gently patted his head and coaxed, "Look how much your wife loves you, she loves you so much that she listens to everything you say and…"

Ning Hui's pause told me she was deliberately keeping me in suspense, waiting for me to ask. She knew I loved hearing that irresistibly seductive line, and she always seized every opportunity to say it to me. I didn't know if she had already taken it as an expression of "I love you.

" "With what?"

I asked, holding my breath.

"With…with other men." —That's it. Every time I heard it, my body trembled like a leaf, my penis throbbed, and I felt completely invigorated.

My beloved wife expressed her love for me by having sex with other men—it sounds complicated, right? But the logic behind it is so dialectical and profound.

Whether you understand or not, this is the kind of love Ning Zhufu wants, the kind of happy married life Ning Zhufu anticipates. Ning Zhufu feels that the future is as bright as the rising sun, his heart is like popcorn popping.

The most direct result of this brightness is that my cock, which was writhing inside Ning Hui's honey hole, is really hard again: "Wife... even though my cock isn't... not as big as his, I still want you again... I want you to orgasm, okay?"

"What are you saying, husband? My cock is big too, of course you can, husband! I can have my pussy however I want!"

Ning Hui cupped my face and gave me a sweet kiss. "I love you, my good husband."

"Then tell him how his cock penetrates you."

My cock is finally hard enough to start thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.

"Mmm...okay...husband, come on, fuck me while I tell you...how he...how he fucked your wife to...orgasm."

...

Ning Hui's lips were already a little sore from sucking, so she released Wang Zong's already erect penis, but her hand continued to slowly and deliberately stroke the shaft of the penis to continue stimulating and caressing it.

Then she raised her head, her delicate eyebrows now sparkling as she looked at Wang Zong, as if expecting something, and softly murmured, "Come on."

Ning Hui saw a mixture of gratitude and stimulation in Wang Zong's eyes, and saw him gently reach out to try to pull her over.

Ning Hui's body was soft at this moment, as soft as the tenderness in her heart, and she was pulled towards the head of the bed by those large hands, already at his mercy.

But deep between her legs, Ning Hui felt a violently pulling emptiness, expecting a penetration that would fill her body and soul.

Ning Hui was gently placed on the bed by Mr. Wang. Her hand lingered on his penis, feeling its temperature and firmness were just right; she feared it would soften without her warm touch.

"Thank you, Hui'er,"

Mr. Wang said, his voice trembling slightly. Before she could finish speaking, she felt his burly body press heavily against her, his penis already pressing against her vulva. The large glans rubbed against the entrance before finding the perfect angle, and finally, after years of waiting, Mr. Wang's long-awaited penetration landed squarely inside her.

Her vagina was already churning with desire; the slippery walls made Mr. Wang's initial tentative movements and gentleness unnecessary. Ning Hui felt his enormous penis surge forward, penetrating completely in one thrust.

"Ah—"

Ning Hui let out a long, drawn-out sigh, the alluring sound tracing a captivating arc in the air, always merging with the arc of Mr. Wang's penis as it penetrated. The

insertion made a muffled thud, like a stone thrown into a deep lake. Ning Hui's last thought was that this man wasn't her husband.

But why did she feel so happy and joyful giving herself to him?

Ning Hui channeled all her pleasure into her fingernails, drawing deep marks on Mr. Wang's back. She thrust her hips upwards, attempting to welcome his manhood into her honeyed depths with the most intimate and seamless embrace.

In the throes of pleasure, in the overwhelming joy of finally surrendering herself to him, Ning Hui suddenly felt a pang of heartache. For so many years, what torment had this heroic man endured, not having experienced the tender sweetness of a woman for so long?

So, tonight, let her body's most secret flower bloom beautifully for him, let him cultivate the most intoxicating pleasure upon her delicate body.

Thank you, husband, for finally making me his woman. For letting me finally share this joy with him tonight.

The feeling is so beautiful, so exciting, so comfortable, so… erotic.

Ning Hui contentedly responded to the rhythm of Mr. Wang's thrusts, her moans, whether more joyful than happy or happy than joyful, began to rise freely. But suddenly, Ning Hui felt her pelvic cavity begin to loosen, the tight connection between their bodies like magnetism suddenly fading, like the receding tide flowing back to the distant horizon.

"Hui'er—"

Ning Hui instinctively clamped her legs tightly around Mr. Wang's penis, trying to cling to it, desperately trying to hold onto something. But with a long, helpless sigh from Mr. Wang—his penis slowly, but gracefully, slipped out of Ning Hui's body. "Hui'er, I'm sorry. I... I'm really getting old."

Everything happened so fast. Ning Hui barely had time to feel the burning sensation of going from full to empty beneath her. Without saying a word, she leaned in and gave President Wang a long, breathless kiss.

Even after President Wang, looking somewhat embarrassed, rolled off Ning Hui's body, Ning Hui, while biting and sucking on his tongue, said with utmost tenderness, "Darling, again, you can do it. I felt it just now, you gave it to me, you went in, it felt so good!"

"Mmm..."

President Wang hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Don't say no to me, darling, tonight I'm your woman, please make me happy, okay? Make your woman happy, okay? My hero!"

Ning Hui spoke these encouraging words with a seductive voice, her breath sweet and alluring. As she spoke, her tongue traced down President Wang's chest.

"No...no, Hui'er,"

Mr. Wang realized what Ning Hui was about to do and cupped her face to stop her. "I'll go...wash up."

Ning Hui shook her head, resolutely lowered her head, and took Mr. Wang's penis, which was still wet with her bodily fluids and had been inserted into her vagina, back into her mouth. As she took it in, she didn't forget to lick the injured area carefully. Then, suddenly remembering something, she smiled sweetly: "Hmm, I've got it. I'll go get some red wine."

...

My god, I've never received this kind of treatment before. Not only did I have his wet penis, which had just been taken out of my vagina, in my mouth, but I was also eating it with red wine. "Wife...husband...wife..."

"Husband, what are you trying to say with all this 'husband and wife' stuff?"

"I mean, you've never done this to your husband before? Red wine...with your penis."

"Hehe, is that so, husband? I'm sorry. Next time, I'll use Moutai to make you eat my penis."

Ning Hui's vagina squeezed my penis tightly, a kind of soothing gesture.

My little vixen wife is just so understanding. Like someone who's tasted bitter kimchi, her words always make my heart flutter with a sweet, tingling sensation. "Is red wine good with your penis? It tastes good, right?" "

It tastes great, honey... I can tell... he likes it too... and it's hard again in no time."

Ning Hui smacked her lips as she spoke, making a gesture of enjoying her food.

Damn it, if a man didn't like this, he wouldn't be human.

I couldn't resist my wife's increasingly seductive advances. I didn't even care about being gentle; what was I waiting for? I grabbed my penis and started thrusting it into Ning Hui's body like a storm. My penis isn't as big as hers, but it's definitely harder!

Soon, the air above Ning's mansion was filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and my wife's moans. A chorus of moans mingled together.

I couldn't imagine what a beautiful sight it would be to see red wine seep from my wife's mouth, dripping down the shaft of my penis. I couldn't imagine any sensation more intensely lewd than my wife spitting red wine onto my penis and then licking it all back up.

Ning Hui told me that's what she did with Mr. Wang's penis, which made me a little jealous of his, not because it was bigger than mine, but because my wife had never enjoyed... She served it in the same way she had before. ...

This time, Mr. Wang really got hard quickly under the combined influence of my wife's words and the red wine.

This time, at Ning Hui's suggestion, Mr. Wang lay on the bed and didn't move.

Perhaps to release some tension, while Ning Hui went to get the red wine, Mr. Wang turned on the TV in the room. An unknown TV series was playing, and Mr. Wang turned the volume down very low, just barely audible.

Ning Hui felt that Mr. Wang's penis should be at its maximum erection at this time, standing in the air like a bright red telephone pole, so she straddled him. On Mr. Wang's body, his hand guided his penis directly towards the entrance of her honeyed gate, slowly lowering his entire body towards that root still exuding the fragrance of red wine and saliva.

My wife's honeyed hole warmly enveloped his penis from top to bottom, making it impossible for Mr. Wang to maintain his lying position. He lifted his upper body, took my wife's hand and intertwined their fingers, the action resembling a couple deeply in love. Then he lowered his head and began to suckle Ning Hui's pink nipple. With

that one bite, Ning Hui felt half of her breast being taken into his mouth.

"Ah..."

Ning Hui clearly felt the even harder sensation filling her body this time. To learn from her previous experience, she felt she should do more, not just passively enjoy it. Ning Hui twisted her hips from slow to fast, and began to thrust against Mr. Wang's penis with large up-and-down movements. "So comfortable, you're so good! So good! I like it, I like it, darling, give it to me, take me... I'm your Hui'er! Take your Hui'er!" “

Hui’er… Hui’er!”

Mr. Wang’s moans were in the style of a baritone, much like the chorus of “Remembering Comrades-in-Arms.” “My Hui’er, oh—”

This position would definitely make Mr. Wang last longer than before, but Ning Hui seemed to feel Mr. Wang’s penis still teetering on the edge of softness and hardness. Ning Hui twisted her body incessantly, letting Mr. Wang’s penis feel the fullest extent of her vagina’s embrace and grip. Many times, Ning Hui’s increasingly intense movements pulled Mr. Wang back from the brink of collapse.

Everything was at a stalemate. It was clear that Mr. Wang was trying very hard; large beads of sweat were beginning to seep out from his forehead.

“Dad!…”

This wasn’t my wife calling out. It was some character on TV calling out to another character.

Ning Hui suddenly felt Mr. Wang's hand, which was gripping her fingers, tighten with tremendous force, and felt his lower body suddenly stop.

After a brief silence, Ning Hui finally felt the most powerful force of the night erupt from the male member filling her vagina, and felt Mr. Wang's penis suddenly change its form, suddenly thrusting with full force.

This sudden change caught Ning Hui somewhat off guard; she hadn't yet figured out what had suddenly made Mr. Wang beneath her so full of masculine, no, practically beastly, power.

The rapid thrusting brought a wave of pleasure that made Ning Hui feel somewhat disoriented. Her body, which had been under control just moments before, was now being violently throbbing beneath her, making her feel as if she were about to take flight. "Ahhh...so good, so good, so comfortable..."

"Hui'er...my Hui'er!"

Mr. Wang released Ning Hui's hands, tightly embracing his wife's naked body in his arms, then let out a low moan, "Call me...call me Daddy...Hui'er, call me Daddy!"

In the throes of intense pleasure, Ning Hui heard Mr. Wang's voice with her last vestiges of consciousness. She felt his penis thrusting more and more wildly with each moan, felt a wild beast in his voice, felt her body and heart being pushed to an insatiable height of pleasure by his sudden surge of power.

"Daddy!"

Ning Hui heard it finally emerge from her heart, which had been soaring through the air, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

"Oh, Hui'er, my Hui'er!"

Mr. Wang seemed to have finally found liberation, like a lost ship that had been adrift for a long time seeing its way home and raising its mast once more.

"Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, come on, fuck your Hui'er. Ahhh..."

Ning Hui's body was overwhelmed with pleasure, and she screamed wildly, her body twisting madly against Mr. Wang, her hair flying in the air, her breasts bobbing against her chest. Ning Hui was completely out of consciousness, except that she saw the peak of pleasure right in front of her, and a beast-like force was pushing her towards that peak.

"Hui'er, Hui'er! Thank you! My angel—"

Mr. Wang's pleasant baritone voice echoed in the room for a long time.

From then on, Mr. Wang's penis was vigorous again. ...

I only know that Ning Hui and Mr. Wang reached the peak together. This is the legendary third orgasm of my wife during her first time having sex with Mr. Wang. I also know two facts that have troubled me for a long time. Ning Hui told me that when she felt Mr. Wang ejaculate inside her, she found tears in the corners of her eyes. The second is that Mr. Wang ejaculated inside my wife directly.

What were the three rules we agreed on? Use condoms, of course. Obviously, my wife didn't follow them. I didn't have time to question her about it at the time, but slowly, these unresolved issues increased. Being a cuckolded husband is really tough. Of course, when I ejaculated inside my wife's vagina for the third time that night, it was internal ejaculation.

Undoubtedly, my wife's hot spring trip with Mr. Wang was epoch-making for the cuckolding project at Ning Mansion.

But the next three days were uneventful. Ning Hui came back and said she saw Mr. Wang in the office and everything seemed normal. Mr. Wang didn't ask my wife out again.

That evening, Ning Hui came home from work. We had just finished dinner and were watching TV to pass the time when I finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "What's wrong with this guy? He's just disappeared. Why isn't he taking advantage of such a beautiful woman?"

"Honey, why are you saying such harsh things? He's probably busy."

Ning Hui peeled an apple and handed it to me to feed me.

"Wife, do you miss him?"

I gestured for my wife to feed me with her mouth.

"Want to hear the truth?"

Ning Hui obediently held a slice of apple, red and white, to my lips.

"The truth!"

I took the apple and my wife's tongue into my mouth together. "Seriously, I...want to!" Ning

Hui's tongue was being sucked, and she made a muffled sound.

After hearing this, I excitedly grabbed my wife's hand and reached inside her clothes.

"Stop fooling around, honey, I have something serious to tell you." "Hmm?" "Today at the company, Xiao Li came over and told me that he heard President Wang and President Zheng arguing in President Wang's office, and they even mentioned my name, but he didn't know what happened." " Ah, is that so?" I pondered for a moment, "You can ask President Wang later, he's your man now, huh?" "Go, be serious." My wife said, then came over with another slice of apple. Just then, Ning Hui's phone rang. I knew a man couldn't hold back, President Wang asked if my wife was available right now, he had booked a room for her at the Xidi Hotel. Oh my god, it's that decadent Xidi Hotel again, I later found out it's because it's particularly safe there. I strongly urged my wife to go on the date. Actually, seeing Ning Hui's half-hearted reluctance, I knew she was secretly thrilled. I insisted on driving Ning Hui to the hotel. I insisted because personally taking my wife to her tryst was a dream I'd always thought impossible, and now it could finally come true. I wanted to experience that exhilarating yet bittersweet feeling. Ning Hui hesitated for a while but eventually agreed—on the left was her husband, and on the right was her lover waiting in the room. For a woman, what could be better? However, when I dropped my wife off at the hotel, neither Ning Hui nor I noticed that Hei Dan was driving his black Mercedes past us. Later, I learned that Hei Dan had seen Ning Hui and me clearly—that's the difference between a special forces soldier and an ordinary citizen. After dropping my wife off, I was, as usual, in a state of high excitement, gesturing wildly, but sometimes I couldn't even light a cigarette properly. So much so that on the way back, I almost ran a red light once, and twice I forgot to step on the gas when the green light came on. I don't know how long I drove before I finally got home. Ever since the hot spring trip, I knew I had another lewd dream swelling within me. I wanted to see, I wanted to see my wife being fucked to orgasm by Boss Wang, or some other man. I spent the whole night in this fantasy, even glancing several times at the two-meter-long bed in the bedroom, imagining Boss Wang fucking my wife there. My wife's screams grew louder and louder as he fucked her. Damn, I couldn't take the stimulation, and I kept soothing my aroused, throbbing penis. I don't know how much time passed, but then my phone rang. I saw it was Luo Xiaoyan, and I was pleasantly surprised. Then I checked the time—oh no, it was past eleven. "Teacher Nan, I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, I... I've run into some trouble." Luo Xiaoyan's voice sounded tired and hoarse. "What's wrong?" I quickly asked. "I just got back from a performance out of town. I just got off the plane, and on my way back to the city, I encountered a shady taxi driver. I asked him to use the meter, but he wouldn't, and he even dumped me halfway through the journey. It's so late here now, and I can't get a taxi..." Luo Xiaoyan didn't finish her sentence, but I already knew she was calling me to Soldier: Savage Roar. I imagined Luo Xiaoyan reacting like she'd seen a savior when she heard my voice. A girl thinking of you in a moment of crisis, you know—I was secretly delighted.

But this round trip would take at least two hours. What if my wife came back and couldn't find me? I was doing a good deed, what was I afraid of? Besides, the girl lived in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night, it was dangerous.

I couldn't hesitate, so I quickly got out, drove, and sped off to the place Luo Xiaoyan had told me about.

I won't go into details about Luo Xiaoyan, but she really was even more beautiful. Her short hair was still the same, her figure was still the same, her charm was still the same. It was just that in the darkness

, I couldn't see if she was still wearing a bra. She had two large suitcases, which she said were full of performance costumes. Luo Xiaoyan looked at me somewhat timidly, perhaps feeling guilty for asking a married man for help so late at night. When we arrived at her place, she warmly invited me to have some late-night snacks.

I was tempted, but then my phone rang.

I didn't need to guess it was my wife, asking where I was from.

"Is that your wife calling?"

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me as I leaned against the door, her eyes filled with complex gratitude, apology, and perhaps even sadness.

I politely said goodbye to Luo Xiaoyan, and as soon as I turned around, I thought to myself, "Ning, you're in big trouble now. "

When I got home, Ning Hui was sitting in the living room watching TV. She greeted me warmly as I entered, wrapping her arms around my neck and asking affectionately, "Where have you been so late, honey?"

"..."

I hesitated, my tongue stammering. Perhaps the right thing to do was to lie and cover it up, and tonight would be as smooth as ever. But my subconscious told me not to—I absolutely couldn't lie!

The three rules of the Ning Mansion were all about honesty.

Seeing my expression, Ning Hui's voice became stern: "What's wrong? Where did you go?"

"I...I..."

I stammered, but still managed to tell her the whole story.

"What, it's that Luo Xiaoyan again?"

Ning Hui rolled her eyes at me, then sat back on the sofa, randomly pressing buttons on the remote. I wondered what she was thinking.

I leaned closer, intending to give my wife a kiss on the cheek to apologize and appease her, but Ning Hui turned her head away, missing my kiss. Then, without even looking at me, she coldly said, "I'm warning you, Ning the cook! From now on, if you dare to have any dealings with that swallow!"

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. What was my wife thinking? But I quickly came to my senses. Judging from this, the tone of the Ning mansion was set from now on. My wife was the boss, and I was just a commoner...

Chapter 27: Valentine's Day.

Sigh, how can women change their expressions so quickly? The difference between a gentle, understanding flower and a tigress is just the dreamy curve of her lips, whether it's up or down—Ning Hui's lips were definitely down at this moment.

At the same time, her eyes flashed with displeasure, but her face was flushed red. There were three reasons for this, which I'll explain slowly: First, under the lamplight, a beauty is like an autumn apple—even if she's not being

obedient, she's still red. Second, she's currently sulking with me, and a beauty's anger adds to her charm. Third, well, hehe, my wife's delicate body had just been plowed and nourished by a man. They say men are women's products, half for entertainment, half for beauty. You know what I mean.

Appeasing my wife is my livelihood at the Ning Mansion, crucial to its long-term stability and happiness.

When I finally coaxed and pleaded with Ning Hui to let me get into bed close to her, I tightly embraced my wife's smooth, delicate body, which was about to sleep naked, from behind. This embrace filled me with gratitude for my wife's compassion—she didn't hold it against me for helping an unmarried young woman without her permission. Beyond that, my upper body immediately softened, and my lower body instantly became aroused.

After a few sweet nothings, I breathed into my wife's soft ear, "Honey... I thought you weren't coming home tonight."

That breath wasn't the problem; the problem was that I'd blurted out something I shouldn't have. Ning Hui's body sprang away from my arms like a spring, and with the blanket wrapped around me, I was left only in my underwear. There, a half-finished tent was pitched.

It was February, and although Valentine's Day was approaching, the early spring of February was still a distant dream; it was bitterly cold, and I felt a real stir of excitement—goosebumps were forming on my skin.

Then his wife's sweet, bell-like voice rang in his ears, like a lark singing, but the lyrics were completely at odds with the pleasant melody: "Hmph, so you were planning to keep me from coming back. I thought you had some good intentions? So you had time to date your little swallow, huh?"

See? Sometimes women are just like that, unreasonable and making you both laugh and cry. Even though you were the one dating your lover… he quickly explained, feeling very wronged: "Sigh, how did it become my little swallow again? I don't even have a feather from a swallow!" I didn't even get a chance to touch my wife. I was just doing a good deed, like Lei Feng, taking a lost swallow home—it's the same as Uncle Lei Feng taking a woman who was about to give birth to the hospital!

At that moment, I felt like a candle in the wind, staring at my wife wrapped in the blanket like a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days seeing fried rice. Ning Hui's fragrant body was faintly visible under the blanket, her bright red nipples contrasting beautifully with the dark triangle below, making me unsure whether my arousal was goosebumps or… well, let's just say it was… arousal.

At this point, I needed to act pitiful to gain her sympathy, so I intensified my suffering, shivering and sneezing. Knowing my kind wife, I knew she wouldn't last long.

Sure enough, since they were all from the Ning family, Ning Hui suddenly chuckled, "Who are you trying to fool? Uncle Lei Feng didn't take the woman who gave birth to the hospital; he took the woman with the child home."

Then she opened the blanket, revealing all sorts of erotic scenes. Although I was very familiar with this, tonight was different. This erotic scene was left behind after a night of passion with another man. The passion was different, the lust was strong, especially the black mound of Ning Hui's crotch that always aroused me, which was shining brightly, seemingly exuding a lustful fragrance. "Come in quickly, don't let your husband get cold, or you'll make your wife angry again."

I quickly flew from the cold wind and into my wife's warm bed. The moment we met, our flesh and blood instantly turned into a passionate collision of ice and fire. I accurately aimed at my wife's tender nipples, the red beans that had been faintly visible under the blanket, and took them into my mouth.

"Mmm—"

Ning Hui let out a soft moan. Perhaps this sucking had truly satisfied her, because she instantly transformed from Ning Zetian into Ning Meiniang—since the time of Empress Wu Zetian, embodying both Zetian and Meiniang seemed to be the ultimate goal for women—and cooperatively cupped her breasts for me to suckle in turn.

"Tonight… what's going on, wife?"

My voice was slightly muffled from sucking on her nipple, but my meaning was perfectly clear. Damn it, I've already given my wife to someone else to fuck, what am I after? It's all for this incredibly arousing moment—I felt my penis throbbing between my legs, throbbing amidst the thick, lush pubic hair I adored, waiting for this blissful time for this couple—a time of unparalleled pleasure for Ning Hui—while listening to her tell me how she felt like she was in heaven under other men, and then making herself feel the same way under her.

Life like this, how wonderful and pleasurable!

"Hmph, I didn't stay with him. I came back because I wanted you..."

Ning Hui's seductive side was fully on display; her voice was deadly, though a hint of weariness could be detected.

It was already past midnight.

"What do I want?"

"You want to hear... how your wife fucks me?" Good heavens, my wife's drug is getting stronger and stronger. Without my prompting, she just blurts out "how her wife fucks me" and stuff like that. But at this moment, I feel that the word "fuck" coming from my wife's beautiful mouth is like the erotic song "Dream of the Red Chamber," or the "fighter jet" of Viagra. "Hmph, I was thinking if you hadn't come back, you'd be like an ant on a hot pan, how would you get through the whole night? I didn't expect that someone so kind would come back and not even see a trace of their family! You, on the other hand, seem to have quite the attraction to that little swallow, huh?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wife."

Apologizing to one's wife for everything is a rare virtue of a good man. For example, right now, Ning is nodding like a chicken pecking at rice. I know this guy isn't actually pecking at rice, but at the red cherries on his wife's breasts. "I only thought about the dangers of a young woman in the middle of the night, I didn't consider that she's an unmarried young woman, it's inappropriate, it's inappropriate."

"Come on, you're getting cocky, an unmarried young woman,"

Ning Hui grabbed my face to stop me from continuing my work, "Let me tell you, married women are no good either!"

"Okay! Okay! Then how about someone over fifty? Oh, your Wang Yingxiong must be over fifty too, right?"

I looked at Ning Hui with a grin, "Then I'll find an old Yanzi over fifty, we have to be fair."

"You're bad!"

Ning Hui clenched her standard pink fist and punched my chest repeatedly, "Husband, I won't allow you to touch other women, I'm not used to having other women share my husband."

Damn it, I don't know if I'm happy or what, anyway, my feelings are very complicated, and I'm so grateful that I'm speechless for a moment. This is my wife's declaration of love, but the Ning Meiniang in front of me has turned back into Wu Zetian in the blink of an eye.

"Pah, even if Maggie Cheung took off her clothes in front of me, I wouldn't even look at her."

I said firmly. Although I know I've undressed her countless times in my dreams, dressed in gold and jade—but, a wife follows her husband, we're all part of the Ning family now, and my wife is my everything. As long as she's happy, I'm willing to remain faithful to her for life. I'd rather she have affairs outside than be the unyielding red flag at home!

"Hmm, that's more like it."

My wife gently released my head, meaning I could continue to slowly enjoy the cherries on her breasts or the peach between her legs. Well, Ning Zetian has turned back into Mei Niang.

"As long as my wife is happy, what's a little sacrifice?"

"Hmph, aren't you happy?"

Ning Hui glared at her, her red lips pouting. "How come some people let their wives sleep with other men and they're so happy they're like they've lost their souls? If you think it's unfair, if you're not happy, then this game is over, I'm not going anymore, okay?"

"My dear, I'll go, I'll go! I swear to God, I'm... I'm really happy! You know what I mean, wife, I'm so happy I can't take it anymore, don't torture me anymore, wife, tell me what happened tonight? How many... how many orgasms?"

My cock is already full of fuel, just waiting for that spark.

"Hmph, I'm not telling you."

"Please...please, my dear wife."

"Then...I'll punish you first."

"Any punishment is fine with me."

"Give me your face, and I'm going to slap you a few times as punishment for not being home today..."

"Okay, okay, left cheek or right cheek?"

"Left cheek, it's easier this way."

I quickly offered my left cheek, closed my eyes, and pretended to endure the pain: "Could you be a little gentler?"

"Hehe, seeing that your attitude is alright, you can count carefully, the number of slaps represents how many times I..."

"Represents what today?"

"Represents how many orgasms I had with President Wang tonight!"

Ning Hui suddenly changed her tone, her voice immediately becoming sweet and flirtatious.

"Ah, won't you slap my face until it's swollen?"

I secretly admired my wife's perfect combination of playfulness and flirtation.

"Hehehe, I know you want it, the more the better, right?"

"Yes, yes, if the left cheek is swollen, there's the right one too. Wife, hit me as hard as you want, don't hold back. I'll count every time you hit me."

I didn't even dare to think about how many slaps would land, I was so happy my heart was trembling. I immediately wanted to write a poem called "Sweet Slaps".

"Ready—it's about to start."

I saw Ning Hui take a deep breath, prepare for a moment, and then her hand rose and fell.

"One...two...three...four..."

The slaps my wife made on the face probably couldn't even kill a mosquito. "Wow, wife, you're so good, you broke the record!"

My wife used to have a maximum of three orgasms—this Wang Yingxiong is such a show-off, what impotence? This is clearly something Yang Weicai did. The first time, he supposedly tied Ning's record even when he couldn't get an erection at first. The second time, he was normal and increased the quantity. How much more pleasure will my wife get from him in the future?

"Isn't it great, honey? Aren't you super happy?"

My wife's Ning-style flirting always makes my heart melt, but before she could finish speaking...

"Five..."

Oh my god, there's more! "Great, honey, I love you to death, my sexy wife! I hereby declare your lover, Hero Wang, my idol! Anything else?"

"Hmm, guess?"

I opened my eyes and saw my wife's hand still raised in mid-air.

Then I saw her slowly fall, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then gently brushing against my face again—what was that song again?

"I wish she would hold a thin leather whip and gently lash my body..."

"Ah, six times, honey! Did you enjoy it enough this time?"

I felt a mix of excitement and a slight sourness in my heart. This was definitely a knockout victory for Ning-style cook. "How did he fuck you...fuck you, six...six times!"

"Yeah, the first time, he used his mouth, it came quickly, very comfortable. And then..."

"And then what? Be detailed, down to the positions!"

"Then it was mainly penetration, today we mainly used the rear-entry position, I don't know why, but today I felt especially intense, so excited. He penetrated so deeply from behind."

"I know...you like your wife from behind. You always lie face down while he penetrates you? I really want to see how big his penis is, I really want to see him fuck you until you orgasm."

"Hehe, if you saw that, your heart probably wouldn't be able to take it, husband. He fucks you from behind, sometimes face down, sometimes reclining, the second, third, fourth, and fifth orgasms all come one after another...don't be angry, husband." "

What's wrong?"

"Never...never before have I felt this...intense, I really understand what it means to have multiple orgasms. It's so good, thank you, husband!"

Is he thanking me or praising your hero?

"Honey, you're getting more and more horny! I love you to death!"

My cock was just one straw away from ejaculating; my whole body was convulsing, aroused to the point of pain. "How about the sixth time?"

"My husband likes his wife to be sexy, so I'll be sexy for you, hehe. Later, when we were in the shower, he took me again. He stood under the showerhead and penetrated me from behind, making me stand up again. It was such a wet and intense orgasm, so comfortable. My whole body was numb with soreness afterwards."

Sigh, your body was sore from pleasure, mine was sore from the heart—but it was also pleasure.

"Also, husband..."

Ning Hui hesitated.

"What is it?"

"Don't be angry when I tell you."

"Okay, okay, if you're angry, you can slap me again."

"He... he also did it to me... from behind today."

"Didn't he always penetrate you from behind today?"

I didn't react for a moment.

"I didn't mean the position, he penetrated me... there!"

I suddenly felt like I was being struck by lightning, and then there was no sound for a long time...

What's going on? Anal

... sex? I've tried with Ning Hui so many times and never succeeded. She always said it hurt. What's going on this time? It suddenly doesn't hurt?

"Didn't you say it hurt? I never managed to get it to work?"

"Mmm, but I was so excited and aroused that I let him put it in there. He went in slowly, very slowly. It hurt a little at first, but then he went in very gently and skillfully, and it got better."

"What do you mean by 'got it to work'? It felt good?"

"Yeah, the feeling of comfort, honey, is so different. I can't describe it, it just feels so stimulating, it feels so good to be a woman..."

"Honey, you never did it with me before, and then I gave it to him. You're really not angry?"

Ning Hui's tone was a little disordered, it seemed she was really afraid I was angry.

"I'm not angry, honey. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. I'm so happy, tell me you love me."

"I love you, honey. Thank you, honey. It's so good to be a woman." It's so

good to be a woman. I understand anal sex, but unless you're gay, you can't understand that kind of different, comfortable feeling.

I understood what the last straw was that made my penis ejaculate. Without saying a word, in a state of tragic excitement, I flipped Ning Hui's buttocks over, pressed my face against the anus that had just been penetrated by Boss Wang's penis, and stuck out my tongue. Suddenly, I felt a special scent there that intoxicated me.

Ning Hui, understandingly, took my penis into her mouth. As my tongue tightly sucked on her beautifully wrinkled, slightly cracked anus, I ejaculated in her mouth. Ning Hui, with love and a hint of apology, caught it all, not a drop spilling out…

Later that night, my wife and I slept exceptionally well. My wife was, of course, exhausted. After all, love is a physically and mentally demanding activity. After being tormented by two men in one night, and with such intensity, I asked Ning Hui about the information she got from Boss Wang. I understood a few things about my wife. Boss Wang had argued with Boss Zheng in the office that day because Boss Zheng again suggested that Ning Hui accompany Bank Manager Feng, saying that since Bank Manager Feng had spoken, the company's loan was entirely up to Ning Hui, and that Boss Wang should handle it. As you can imagine, Boss Wang scolded her mercilessly. Boss Wang was going on a business trip out of town for a while, leaving the next day. I completely understood the hint of melancholy in Ning Hui's voice, but it also suddenly made me feel like my lover was leaving, leaving me with an indescribable feeling.

The long cold snap finally subsided intermittently, and the city welcomed a rare warm sunny day in February. Sister Tang had been on her period for the past few days and hadn't been with Hei Dan for a while. At this age, when she's like a tiger, a day without sex is like a passing cloud or dust, but three to five days without a man's touch is hard to bear.

That evening, Hei Dan arrived at Boss Wang's house as promised. After a short separation from Sister Tang, they should have been like dry wood meeting a blazing fire.

But as soon as he entered the door, Hei Dan, as usual, pounced on Sister Tang like a hungry tiger, lifting her into the air and showing off his special forces skills, like the scene in "Red Sorghum" where "my father" passionately hoisted "my mother" onto his shoulders and carried her into the sorghum field. Then he threw her onto the sofa and pounced on Sister Tang with his strong body.

Normally, Sister Tang would enthusiastically respond, always wanting to first have a good, passionate encounter before discussing anything. But today, Sister Tang was unusually calm: "Wait, Egg, look at how impatient you are, wait a minute!"

"What's wrong, Sister Tang?"

Black Egg had already pulled down half of Sister Tang's panties inside her pajamas, his hand already reaching for her soft, moist vulva.

Sister Tang gently kissed Black Egg. "I'll let you have your fill later. There's something serious I want to ask you first."

"What is it?"

"Is that Fu Lili still bothering you? I heard from Boss Wang that she's not that simple. He said she's Boss Zheng's person."

"Haha, oh, Boss Wang told me about that. She's actually quite concerned about me. So she's been playing a double agent with me." "

Be careful. Tell me, have you slept with her or not?"

"I really haven't, Sister Tang. You're the only one in my heart."

"Don't joke with me. Sleeping with her isn't a big deal, but be careful. There's a force in the company that's been stirring up trouble against Boss Wang. Don't let them have any leverage against him, putting Boss Wang in a passive position."

"Don't worry, Sister Tang. I've been with Boss Wang for so many years. Boss Wang is like a second father to me!"

"Mmm..."

Sister Tang suddenly let out a soft moan, her face flushing crimson. "Then what about you sleeping with his wife? It's indecent..."

Sister Tang realized her voice was trembling, and she understood what the "indecent" after "indecent" should have been. Then, a strange, indescribable surge of desire washed over her.

Black Egg understood the meaning behind Sister Tang's words. His body trembled, his eyes gleaming with a light he'd only ever seen when he held a gun. He heard muffled gurgling sounds in his throat. After a few seconds of pause, he forcefully stripped Sister Tang naked, like peeling bamboo shoots.

"Wait, I have something to say! Not here, not here, let's go to the bedroom!"

Sister Tang quickly said, trying to stop the bull on top of her from going berserk.

"What's wrong?"

"Take me to the bedroom first."

Sister Tang was already burning with desire. She stuck out her tongue and licked the black man's pectoral muscles, leaving a light purple lipstick circle. "Today, your boss, Mr. Wang, wants to watch us make love!"

"Ah—"

This made Hei Dan almost drop Sister Tang from his arms. "Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang likes this kind of thing? Isn't he out of town? How can he watch?"

"He brought a computer and a webcam. Your boss, Mr. Wang, used to watch me make love with other men quite often, sometimes on video, and he's seen it in person too."

Sister Tang went to the computer in the bedroom and started fiddling with it, connecting with Mr. Wang, who was waiting in a hotel out of town, on QQ. "It's just that he hasn't made this kind of request for a long time. Maybe your Minister Ning has recently rekindled his sexual interest. Today, he suddenly brought up wanting to watch me make love with you."

"He asked for it himself? And then you fulfilled his request and made love with other men, even for him to see?"

Hei Dan asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, he's my husband, why not? I love him."

It seemed the connection was established. Sister Tang adjusted the camera to face the bed and then picked up the phone.

"Speaking of Ning Hui, Sister Tang, that day when President Wang and Ning Hui booked a room at Xidi Hotel, I actually saw her husband personally driving her there after I dropped President Wang off. They were quite affectionate in the car."

Hei Dan had always felt something was off about the matter, but couldn't find the logical reason behind it. At this opportune moment, he brought it up.

"Really?"

This time it was Tang Jie's turn to be surprised, but only slightly. She hadn't had time to think much about Ning Zhufu being seen taking his wife to a date after the call with President Wang went through. Maybe he didn't know his wife was having an affair? "

Hey, darling, is your hotel comfortable? Can you see us?"

"Yeah, it's fine, I can see very clearly."

President Wang's voice came from the phone.

"I'll leave my phone on the bedside table later, okay? That way you can hear your wife's moans. Kisses, darling."

It seemed Tang Jie was quite adept at this.

After everything was settled, Sister Tang turned to face Hei Dan, who stood somewhat dumbfounded by the bed. She reached out and pulled down the underwear still hanging around his waist, saying in a slightly hoarse but incredibly lewd voice, "Come on, now take your Sister Tang. Today I'll scream really loudly, I'll be really wild. My husband likes to hear me moan, so you'd better behave yourself in front of your boss, Mr. Wang, and your second parents. Come on, my bull!"

After saying that, she looked deeply into the camera, and then, from the panoramic angle visible through the camera, took Hei Dan's large, shiny black penis into her mouth...

In a five-star hotel in a coastal city, Mr. Wang, wearing pajamas, held his phone to his ear, looking at the screen of his laptop on the bed. On the screen, his subordinate, a former special forces soldier named Hei Dan, was fucking his wife hard from behind, Sister Tang's familiar, wanton moans echoing throughout the room.

Mr. Wang's hand slowly slid down to his crotch, where a hard, abrupt erection suddenly appeared.

Valentine's Day has finally arrived. I remember last year on this night, Ning Hui and I spent the first half of the night at a romantic music bar, and the second half in the bedroom of Ning's mansion. I finally brought Ning Hui to orgasm three times, setting a record for Ning the "househusband" that very night. A dinner for two, roses, gifts, and passionate lovemaking—everything was there.

This year, I consulted Ning Hui beforehand. She said she hadn't had my cooking in a long time and wanted to spend Valentine's Day at home, asking me to cook two of my signature dishes to treat her stomach, saying she hadn't had an appetite lately. I understand; a woman's esophagus is just as important as her vagina. Serving her esophagus in the first half of the night and her vagina in the second half—this Valentine's Day will be incredibly fulfilling and meaningful.

Ning Hui has to work during the day, so I got up early and busied myself buying gifts, roses, and ingredients, finishing everything by evening.

Suddenly, I received a text message from my wife. I opened it and saw it was a forwarded message: "Huier, I miss you so much. Although my business trip isn't over yet, I specially flew back from out of town today to see you. Is that alright?"

It was a forwarded message from Boss Wang!

What's going on? The roses on the table and the sumptuous dinner I had personally prepared were all smiling and waiting for the lady of the house to return.

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