Borrowing sperm from my wife, my friend rides 1-3

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Borrowing Seeds from My Wife, My Friend Rids

Her Author: lakerktt Word Count: 8900 Published: 2013/11/02 in: Springtime Courtyard

(Part 1) Cause

"Hey, how much did you give Lei Zi?"

"Wu Bai, isn't that the same for everyone?"

"Damn, who is this? He gave 10,000! What's their relationship?"

Today is my son's third birthday. As I passed the gift table, I overheard this conversation. I casually picked up the gift list, and sure enough, it was him—Brother Yao, who used to be my closest brother.

Only he would have a reason to give such a big gift.

My thoughts went back to four years ago.

At that time, my wife Tingting and I had been married for over a year and didn't have any children.

That night, as usual, I lay on top of my wife and worked hard. Ten minutes later, I finished my "homework

." After ejaculating, I quickly got out of bed.

"Wife, the hot water's here," "Wife, cover yourself with the blanket," "Wife, here's a hot towel for you."

That's me, a good man who puts his wife first, a good husband. As long as his wife is happy, he doesn't care if he has to do anything.

This seems like a virtue, but it later became one of the causes of the situation.

"Ugh, you ejaculated inside again! Now I have to wash up before I can sleep!"

Seeing my face turn red and white, and I was getting a little embarrassed, Tingting didn't stop. "Still not satisfied? You don't have any sperm! All that Chinese medicine you made me take was for nothing!"

Indeed, there was no sperm in my semen. I have congenital Klinefelter syndrome, which, to put it bluntly, means underdeveloped testicles and infertility.

A week ago, under pressure from my family to have a grandchild soon, I went to the provincial hospital for a checkup.

When the doctor asked if I had any brothers, and I didn't, the doctor shook his head and said to go home and decide whether to get a divorce or adopt a child.

Thinking of my parents who raised me, I felt helpless and heartbroken, and my wife, who was eager to become a mother and take maternity leave, made me feel even more terrified.

Faced with my wife's accusations, I could only lower my head and look at my pitifully small testicles.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Ever since learning the test results, I've been suffering from insomnia. Adopting a child? My parents and I could accept it; we've raised our puppy like a son. But my wife said she's not shy around strangers and couldn't accept it; she wanted to raise her own child. As for choosing a sperm bank for IVF, I worried about the mixed quality of sperm banks. What if we used sperm from a migrant worker or a vagrant?

Unable to sleep, I went to the study, turned on the computer, and found a hidden folder filled with cuckoldry movies and novels. I don't know when I became obsessed with these kinds of works, but lately I've become almost infatuated.

While watching the movies, I started masturbating; since I didn't have sperm, I didn't care about wasting it.

Because I couldn't give my wife and child, I desperately tried to compensate in other ways. Gradually, on the scales of our relationship, I rose higher and higher, to a precarious position.

At home, I have to endure my wife's unpredictable temper tantrums; at work, I have to be extremely careful; and when I go back to my parents' house, I have to weave a web of lies to keep me in check. Only on weekends, when I'm chatting, playing cards, and drinking with my best friends, can I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

This weekend, Yao is coming.

Although Yao and I didn't grow up together, even my father compares our relationship to the camaraderie of soldiers in the military.

We were college classmates and share a common hobby—bicycle touring.

Our tracks are all over Sichuan-Tibet, Qinghai-Tibet, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and the Pearl River Delta.

We travel together, eat together, and live together; we talk about everything.

Yao is a typical third-generation official; his father and grandfather were both top officials in their respective bureaus and counties. Yao is honest and down-to-earth, completely different from the second-generation officials portrayed on TV these days.

After graduation, Yao also joined the audit bureau through his family's arrangement, and now he's a junior section chief—he's climbed his way up step by step.

Yao's build is different from mine. He's not tall, but he's very muscular, with arms as thick as my thighs, though I'm quite thin.

Yao always laughs with a hearty "Ha, ha, ha," showing his cheerful and carefree spirit.

We also share a hobby: watching porn. I like cuckoldry, while Yao has a more extreme taste, preferring SM bondage and sadomasochism.

This week we've planned to go hiking, and on the way back we'll eat some tendon and tripe—a great way to nourish ourselves. As usual, we'll stay at my place that night to watch the Bundesliga together.

My wife's favorite friend of mine is Yao. Partly because he often brings her gifts, and partly because of his somewhat glamorous background, my wife always wants to introduce her sister to him, hoping to fulfill her dream of a "country bumpkin becoming a phoenix."

(The plot is a bit slow, please be patient.) After getting off the bus, Yao, who never drives his own car, gave me a bear hug.

"You two act like you haven't seen each other in ages. Weren't you just fishing together the week before last?"

my wife said, annoyed, after we'd been hugging for so long.

"Oh, okay,"

I let go of Yao Ge. "Come on, Tingting has prepared a table full of delicious food. Let's have some good wine for lunch."

I took out the Dream Blue wine that someone had given me.

Since we're regular customers, Tingting was dressed casually, in a spaghetti strap nightgown that revealed her fair shoulders and delicate wrists. The hem was just past her knees, and she wasn't wearing a bra. My wife's breasts weren't very big, just big enough for me to hold in my hand. She

had an apron tied around her waist, and her hair was tied back.

My wife's figure was average, but her skin was great—very fair and smooth, unlike some girls who have a lot of body hair.

I even said that Yao Ge wouldn't be able to handle her wearing so little; he's still a virgin, and he'd probably get nosebleeds in his sleep.

"By the way, Lei Zi, when are you going to have a baby? I've already prepared a big red envelope for my nephew, haha!"

Even Yao Ge brought it up.

After lunch, I tidied up in the kitchen while my wife chatted with Yao Ge outside.

My wife sat on the sofa opposite Yao Ge. After sitting down, the hem of her skirt fell back, barely covering her buttocks, and her entire thighs were almost exposed to Yao Ge's view.

Feeling uncomfortable, my wife crossed her legs again, and the hem of her skirt fell even further back, almost revealing her panties. But my wife didn't seem to care and continued to talk about trivial matters at work.

(II) My Wife, Sending a Friend

Off on a Ride In the afternoon, my wife went out shopping, leaving only Yao Ge and me at home. This liquor, wow, it has a strong aftereffect. I didn't feel it at first, but afterwards my head felt a little heavy.

After drinking, I like to talk. Things I usually only dare to think but not say, all came out at this time.

"Yao Ge, you don't know my suffering. You see, I seem to be doing pretty well on the surface, but there's just one thing, just this one thing that's stuck here, I can't get over it!"

I gestured to my crotch.

Yao Ge didn't understand either. "What is it? Tell me. If you can help me, I don't need to say more."

"The baby, the baby... my buddy can't have children, there's something wrong with him, he can't have kids!"

I blurted it all out.

"Ugh, what can we do? Maybe we should adopt one!"

Yao-ge didn't have any good ideas either.

"It won't work, Tingting wants to give birth herself. At least the child will be her own. What do you suggest?"

"Uh, what else can we do? I can't exactly have one for you, can I?"

At this moment, Yao-ge's mind conjured up his wife's snow-white thighs.

A thought suddenly struck me. Instead of going to a sperm bank to find someone else, why not use my own brother's? What's that called? Borrowing sperm.

I can absolutely trust Yao-ge's character. It's just once anyway. Those AV actresses in movies make enough money, don't they all go straight and get married? Women are born to be fucked, who fucks them doesn't matter. Some absurd ideas from cuckold novels instantly took over my head.

I grabbed Yao-ge's hand, "Help me!"

Yao-ge initially firmly disagreed, but he couldn't resist my pleading and reasoning.

"If you don't come, I'll have to find someone else to help. I really don't trust anyone else; it would be a huge loss if they caught some kind of disease. I know you haven't done it before, Yao-ge,

so I'm completely at ease." "With you, I'm not afraid of it getting leaked. That way, life won't be so agonizing for me. Your child is my child, and my child is your child." Yao-ge was also feeling the effects of his sperm at this point, and nodded. "That's true. If someone has to bear this secret, I can definitely keep it for you. What about Tingting? Did she agree?" "

It's okay, I have a way to handle her. Let's get a sperm test done this afternoon. It's not that I don't trust you, but there are quite a few of these kinds of diseases these days!"

The results showed that Yao-ge's sperm had the highest motility, quantity, and quality. He'd been holding back for so many years. That

evening, we went out to eat together. We ordered a lot of beef tendon, beef testicles, and oxtail. When we were ordering, my wife rolled her eyes at me and muttered something, which I knew meant that eating more wouldn't help.

But all of this was for Yao-ge.

After dinner, Yao left as planned, saying he was going to stay at a relative's house. He didn't actually go far, just waited outside, preparing.

"Since Yao's gone, shall we play some games tonight?"

My wife seems strong on the surface, but in bed she prefers me to be more assertive, even though I'm usually quite gentle.

We bought some props online—blindfolds, handcuffs, sexy lingerie, etc.—and played these games regularly.

"Okay, make sure you wash your hands and genitals thoroughly tonight!"

An hour later, my wife's snow-white body was before me. She wore a pink blindfold, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her legs were spread wide—actually, she had done it herself. She wore a low-cut nurse's outfit, revealing half her breasts, and open-crotch lace panties.

My wife innocently wiggled her hips.

I swallowed hard, went outside, and gestured for Yao to come in.

Although Yao hadn't had any real experience, he'd watched quite a few Japanese adult films with us in college.

I told him, "I'll stand outside for a bit so as not to affect your performance. Be gentle, okay?"

"Maybe we should just call it a day,"

Yao said, rubbing his rough hands.

"Don't back down now. If we don't have a child, our family will be ruined. Can you bear to see me like that?"

Yao nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and resolutely went into the bedroom.

I suddenly felt a little reluctant. My beautiful wife was about to be pleasured by another man. No one could completely give her up.

My eyes were fixed on everything that was happening in the bedroom.

Yao walked to the bed, at a loss for what to do. He was obviously shocked by what we were doing, and seemed unable to believe what he was seeing. His gentle and dignified friend's wife was almost naked in front of him.

He looked back at me, and I quickly gestured, "Foreplay, foreplay."

Without sufficient foreplay and lubrication, it would hurt my wife.

Yao's gaze lingered on my wife's soft feet. He picked one up with both hands and greedily put his toes in his mouth.

Actually, this is my wife's most sensitive area. I only licked it once during a bath together; I usually find it dirty. But that one time brought her to climax.

She didn't even care about the rougher touch than usual. With a soft moan, she stretched her legs straight, her feet pointed, as if wanting more of her toes into her mouth.

Yao's tongue traced circles from the sole of her foot to the arch. My wife couldn't take it anymore; her whole body began to heave. "Mmm, oh, husband, it's so itchy, so good."

Don't let Yao's usual honest demeanor fool you; he's quite the player.

At this moment, my wife's labia were slightly parted, glistening with vaginal fluid, clinging to her thick pubic hair. My wife doesn't have much body hair, but she has a lot of pubic hair. I often complain about getting pubic hair in my mouth when I give her oral sex.

Yao put his feet down, leaned his upper body over his wife's lower body, grabbed her thighs with both hands, and spread them apart. He used a little force, and his wife cried out, "Gently, you're hurting me!"

But Yao didn't care. He put his mouth directly to his wife's vulva, his tongue licking it, his stubble poking the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

"Honey, when did you grow such hard stubble? It's hurting me,"

I said, unconsciously touching my smooth chin.

As she said this, my wife arched her buttocks upwards, enjoying this unprecedented sensation.

I had instructed Yao that once she felt sufficiently wet, he could slowly penetrate her.

Under this unfamiliar experience, my wife's vulva was already flowing with lustful fluid.

Yao stood up, took off his shorts, and pulled out his already swollen penis.

Yao's penis was as thick as his body; although not as long as mine, it was at least twice as thick. My wife was in for a treat; she often complained that mine was too thin.

Seeing that the main event was about to begin, my only worry was whether my wife could handle it.

Yao grabbed my wife's thighs, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and aimed his glans at her vagina, rubbing it up and down to find the entrance.

This action made my wife very anxious.

"Husband, husband, hurry up, I can't take it anymore!"

Your real husband is watching right here, how can you be so unreserved? I've never seen you like this before.

Looking at Yao, he probably found the spot, inserting half of his glans. Because her thighs were being held by Yao, my wife couldn't let him go any further, and could only anxiously twist her buttocks.

Yao felt that there was no obstacle in entering the hole, and with a soft cry, his entire penis slid in, squeezing out a large amount of white fluid with a "plop".

"Ah, it's so full, husband, you're so thick today!"

Finally inside, my lower body also swelled up, and my beautiful wife bloomed pink under my friend's penis.

Yao was entering her for the first time, and was immediately surrounded by a warm feeling, forgetting to move.

I didn't want him to keep wasting time like this, so I gestured for him to get moving. As soon as I pulled out, my wife felt a sudden emptiness and yelled, "No, don't pull it out! It's still inside!"

A joke suddenly popped into my head: "Sorry, sister-in-law, sorry, squad leader..."

Yao Ge was relatively obedient and started thrusting. Because his penis was quite thick, each time he pulled out, he brought along the pink, tender flesh of my wife's vagina, and each time he thrust in, he brought out the white fluid inside, which accumulated around it.

Because of the force, Yao Ge involuntarily made sounds, "Hey, hey, hey, hey." Oh no, he'd given himself away.

I quickly looked at my wife; her mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out of her throat. She was completely enjoying the pleasure brought by his thick penis.

Yao Ge had great stamina; he quickly thrust in and out about a hundred times. My wife's hips began to twist violently. I knew she was close to climaxing.

My wife started moaning softly, "Husband, faster, uh, faster,"

she would say incoherently with each orgasm, her legs straightening again, stretching out into the distance.

Yao Ge, however, continued at a leisurely pace. Because his penis was thicker than mine, my wife didn't actually need to exert much force; her G-spot was easily rubbed by his penis.

My wife knew she could reach orgasm, so she was willing to do anything. I guess that's how women are.

During the intense movements, my wife was drenched in sweat, and her blindfold slipped down unexpectedly—something none of us had anticipated. Opening her blurry eyes, she was shocked to find the man in front of her wasn't me, but her voice was hoarse from the recent climax, preventing her from making a sound.

Yao, on the other hand, seemed oblivious, continuing his vigorous thrusting. My wife, still sensitive from her climax, was quickly aroused by another wave of pleasure. Her hands, still cuffed, offered no resistance, only the frantic thrashing of her thighs.

Yao felt the pressure on her thighs, looked up, and saw her wide-open eyes staring at him. Startled, he stopped, leaving only half of his penis inside. Just

as I was about to explain, my wife spoke first: "No, don't pull it out!"

She was about to climax again; she had never experienced a second orgasm! Yao, of course, dared not move. I quickly ran to unlock her handcuffs, and she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

I breathlessly explained the whole story to her; my wife cried and complained that I hadn't discussed it with her, that I had lied to her, and I guess she was also complaining about not letting her have a second orgasm; Yao also assured us for a long time that he would never tell anyone about what happened today. My

wife accepted this situation, the physiological and emotional factors of childbirth and orgasm made it impossible for her not to accept it.

My wife's vagina was red and swollen from the big penis, and Yao, because he hadn't ejaculated, was still erect even though he was wearing shorts.

"Why didn't you ask me if today was my ovulation period?"

my wife said quietly.

Damn it, how could I forget that, letting my wife be fucked by someone else for nothing.

So we finally agreed that when she ovulated, we would ask Yao to "plant the seed" for us.

(III) Endless Days

I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong.

Women's desires are endless. Once they've tasted the sweetness and have a big tree, will they still go to gather firewood? Because I lied to her about the previous incident, I was forced to abstain from sex for three months. During those three months, I could only relieve my loneliness through masturbation.

Fortunately, just thinking about the scene of Yao Ge gripping my wife's thighs and thrusting into her that day, I could ejaculate after a few strokes.

After this experience, my wife seemed to have come to terms with it. Her style of dress was no longer the cute and innocent style she used to be, but rather a more mature and sophisticated one. She went to the hosiery store and bought a whole bunch of flesh-colored pantyhose, and her dressing table was filled with lipsticks, foundation, and other products. She also

gained a new friend on QQ—Yao Ge—who video

chatted with me every night. She said that since things had come to this point, we should try to understand each other better. Yao Ge also became a frequent visitor to our home, coming more often than before. Every time he came, my wife would prepare a table full of food, a stark contrast to the simple pickled vegetables and steamed buns I usually ate at home .

On the table, Yao Ge's favorite ribs and stewed meat were a must-have at every meal.

Alas, what can I do when my own testicles are so unreliable?

Yao Ge no longer stayed overnight at home, saying he was staying at a relative's house.

The next day, he made an excuse about other things and went straight back home. There was a distance between us now.

Whenever Yao Ge came for a few days, my wife would always be late or leave early at work. I heard this from her colleagues later, since she used to have perfect attendance. Where was she going so early? Although I had my suspicions, I didn't dare ask too much. Now, saying even a few words in front of her felt like setting off a firecracker.

That day, it was another weekend. I called Yao Ge, and he said the county government was having a meeting at the Summer Palace and couldn't come to the city. I didn't say much.

After hanging up, I turned around and saw my wife dressed up beautifully, getting ready to leave. My wife's style was becoming increasingly revealing; flesh-colored stockings were a must, along with high heels and a skirt that didn't reach her knees.

I grabbed my wife's round buttocks with one hand, applying slight pressure. "Honey, it's been so long since we've done this, I'm really craving you down there."

My wife slapped my hand away. "Don't touch me, I can't go out if you wrinkle me. I'm going to go shopping with Juan."

Okay, I reluctantly let go, offering my salary card. "Honey, have fun!"

A chill ran through me. Juan was my colleague, and she was away on a business trip. Where was my wife going to shop with her? So I cautiously followed behind her. My

wife hailed a taxi and headed straight for the outskirts of the city.

Soon, we arrived at a motel on the border between the city and the county.

My wife got out of the car and, unusually, swayed her shapely buttocks as she walked to the front desk and booked a room.

What was she doing here? Who was she meeting? I followed her and booked a room next door.

The room was extremely basic; the only partition between the rooms was a layer of plywood covered with white wallpaper.

I noticed a small hole in the wall, through which I could see some of the "scenery" next door: My wife went into the room, took off her coat, and what she was wearing underneath was absolutely breathtaking—a semi-transparent strapless top, through which I could vaguely see two prominent red nipples. Her back was almost bare. She sat on the edge of the bed, the

top of her flesh-colored stockings a dark patch; was she not wearing underwear? There seemed to be some dampness on them. I heard the sound of an engine outside and quickly ran to the window to look. It was a black Volkswagen Sagitar with county government license plates. A man in a suit got out—none other than Yao Ge.

He's supposed to be a good friend, but I only let him come during my ovulation period, not during the regular season.

Yao Ge got out of the car, carrying a bag, and rushed upstairs.

Entering the room my wife had booked, Yao Ge threw the bag on the floor and grabbed my wife.

His wife reached for his belt with both hands, but Yao Ge ripped off her bra, revealing her breasts. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, pinching the other with his fingers, rubbing it vigorously regardless of his wife's reaction. His wife cried out in pain for him to be gentler.

When she unfastened Yao Ge's pants and pulled them down, she escaped his mouth. Her nipples were already swollen and red, one bearing a prominent red handprint.

Yao Ge was truly ruthless.

"Kneel down!"

Yao Ge commanded.

My wife knelt down, grabbed Yao Ge's underwear with her mouth, pulled it down, and used one slender hand to hold Yao Ge's testicles, rubbing them back and forth. Yao Ge squinted, thoroughly enjoying himself; with his other hand, he grasped his penis and put it into his mouth.

My wife had only given me oral sex once, and that was after I washed her dozens of times with soap beforehand. Now she was so obediently giving oral sex to someone else, even licking his glans and licking his testicles. I was so jealous!

"Slap. Slap!"

Two crisp sounds rang out as Yao Ge suddenly slapped my wife twice. Her face immediately turned red. "Slut, get over here on the edge of the bed!"

My wife spat out Yao Ge's penis, a long string of saliva dripping from her mouth onto the floor, her stockings, and her chest. She turned around and crawled to the edge of the bed like a dog, her legs straight, her round buttocks sticking up, her arms supporting her on the edge of the bed.

Yao Ge didn't even take off his stockings; he directly inserted his fingers, still wrapped in the stockings, into my wife's vagina and began to tease her.

The wife kept her mouth shut, trying to suppress whether it was pain or pleasure.

When Yao Ge extended his fingers, they were already wet, and the stockings over her vulva were soaked.

Only then did Yao Ge tear open the stockings, place one foot on the back of his wife's hand on the bed, and support himself with the other foot on the ground, penetrating her body from behind.

One thrust, two thrusts, ten thrusts, fifty thrusts, Yao Ge seemed tireless, pounding into his wife's delicate body like a pile driver.

The wife could no longer restrain herself and began to moan loudly, "Ah, ah, so thick, so heavy, ah, fuck me to death," her testicles slapping against her vulva.

Yao Ge seemed dissatisfied that his wife dared not restrain her moans, grabbed one of her arms, pulled her behind her back, and lifted her from the edge of the bed, twisting her body. His rough hands grabbed her breasts hard, slapped them hard, and they turned red like apples in a few strokes. His lower body movements did not stop, but his wife only dared to whimper, sounding like she was crying.

"You cheated on my brother, made him a cuckold! I'll fuck you to death!"

Yao Ge said, as if punishing her for me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, shoot it all inside, let me have your baby!"

My wife shamelessly asked Yao Ge to ejaculate inside her.

Yao Ge pushed my wife onto the bed, spread her legs to her sides, and started thrusting again.

My wife's thighs wrapped around Yao Ge's body, pulling her body even closer to his.

Yao Ge held my wife's buttocks with both hands, or rather, grabbed them, to make the movement.

My wife's body began to tremble, she was close to climax, and she tried to wrap her arms around Yao Ge's neck, just like when she was with me. Yao Ge didn't give her that chance. With one big hand, he clamped my wife's hands together and pulled them above her head. My wife could only sway her waist and arch her chest. In just a few seconds, a lot of fluid seeped out of her vagina. She squirted. My wife squirted.

Yao lifted his wife's legs onto his shoulders, making her vulva protrude high, and began another round of thrusting, this time much faster than before. It seemed he was about to ejaculate, but I was wrong. After about a hundred thrusts, his wife orgasmed again, her eyes rolling back, she was almost at her limit. Yao didn't let her go, pressing her legs down to her chest again. This time, her vagina was shallower, making it easier to penetrate all the way in.

But Yao didn't continue with her vagina; instead, he chose her anus.

Her anus was obviously much tighter than her vagina. Yao tried to force his penis in twice but couldn't get in, so he first put his fingers in his wife's mouth and stirred them around, then inserted his fingers, covered in his wife's saliva, into her anus. One finger followed by a second, then a third. At this moment, his wife quickly rubbed her clitoris with her hand, trying to suppress the pain in her anus with the pleasure from above.

When Yao Ge completely pulled his hand out, his wife's anus was already wide open. At this moment, Yao Ge pushed his penis back into her anus, all the way in. Because his penis was quite thick, much thicker than three fingers, even with the previous preparations, it still hurt so much that his wife gasped several times.

"Slap, slap," two red handprints appeared on his wife's big white buttocks. "Scream, you slut, keep screaming!"

"My big cock is fucking this little slut to death, ah, ah, ah."

The performance of my usually fierce wife and the upright and honest civil servant Yao Ge today was truly an eye-opener for me.

With the anus tightly sealed, Yao Ge finally released his first cannonball of the day, shooting for a full five minutes. When Yao Ge pulled his penis out of his wife's anus, the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowed from the bed onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

Ignoring the aching in her legs from being pressed down, my wife quickly knelt before Yao Ge's genitals and began cleaning his penis with her mouth, licking it more meticulously than if she were eating a sundae.

Yao Ge held my wife's chin, making her look at him for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped her four or five times, leaving her dizzy and almost falling over.

My wife crawled under Yao Ge and began licking his anus along his scrotum. In a few moments, Yao Ge's penis was hard again. He threw my wife onto the bed and began a new round of assault.

I slumped down in the next room, wondering how many times they had done this. No wonder my wife hadn't been sleeping naked lately, always wearing a nightgown, and wasn't completely abstinent towards me, not even letting me touch her body—she was afraid of discovering something.

I suddenly felt I had made a huge mistake; I had truly let a wolf into the house.

"Master, master, where is your wife? She's about to go on stage,"

the steward's voice interrupted my reverie.

"Oh, oh, I'll go look for it."

As I stepped out of the lobby, I bumped into someone and almost fell over. It was Yao Ge; I had no idea when he'd arrived.

Yao Ge saw me and grinned, "Congratulations, congratulations!" I could only smile back politely. Then he shoved something into my hand. After he left, I unfolded it and saw it was a wad of stockings, and it reeked of semen. Damn, disgusting.

I immediately knew what had happened.

At the bathroom door, I saw my wife tidying her clothes.

"Why are you still here? The guests are all here."

"What's the rush! I can't go out to see your friends until I'm all dressed!"

I quickly lowered my head; I couldn't do anything about her. Looking down, I was horrified to find that the stockings my wife had worn that morning were gone, exposing her bare legs. Combined with the stockings in her pocket, I understood! It

seemed this was going to be a never-ending ordeal!

(The End)

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