The beautiful and reserved wife of the woman who indulged in desire, the spring scenery across the Pacific Ocean 07

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(VII)

After my video chat with W, I reminded my wife several times about W's invitation for us to visit his hometown. Each time, she readily refused, saying, "Honey, if it weren't for your fetish, I would never let a second man...! Right now, you and W are the only two people who have touched someone else's body, and I swear I won't let a third man do that! Don't even dream about it!" Seeing my wife's resolute attitude, I knew I couldn't rush things. The next day, I messaged W to politely decline his invitation. W, however, didn't give up easily. He argued, "Even a lady like my mother couldn't escape my second uncle's clutches, and a simple woman like Ying will be easily won over by him. As long as you can get your sister-in-law to Siming (my second uncle's villa is located in Siming Mountain, hence the name Siming Villa), the rest is up to me. You just wait and see! Don't worry, your sister-in-law is still your wife; no one can take her away." W's words were quite tempting, but they didn't completely dispel my concerns. I replied to W, "Let's take it one step at a time."
My wife and I had planned a road trip to Disney World and the End of the World in Florida the following summer. We would be passing through W's city, S. Before setting off, I suddenly had the idea to stop at W's house for a rest, rather than driving all day. When I told my wife, she was worried about me driving too hard and agreed to stay overnight. W and Xiaoru warmly welcomed us over the phone.

Although W had only been in the US for a few years, through their hard work, they had already obtained green cards and bought a house. W's house was a typical large American house, three stories high, plus a garage and yard. My wife was very envious. When we arrived, W and Xiaoru greeted us at the door. The two families met, exchanged pleasantries, and looked each other over, like old friends. My wife wore a long dress that day, just past her knees, which made her look exceptionally graceful. Xiaoru wore a tank top and shorts that barely covered her breasts, her calves straight and her fair thighs tapering into a fuller shape from the bottom up, culminating in her pert buttocks. Her 34D breasts were undeniably visually striking. Coupled with her cheerful laughter, she exuded a captivating youthful energy, a perfect contrast to my wife's demure beauty. The thought that Xiaoru's body would return to China every year to be enjoyed by W's second uncle made my penis twitch.

W made no attempt to hide his admiration for Ying; his gaze followed Ying into the house. Ying's clothing was revealing, only showing her fair calves and the upper part of her chest, but W's eyes remained fixed on her beautiful face. Xiaoru seemed oblivious to W's lustful gaze, chatting and laughing with my wife with poise and grace—truly a virtuous wife to W.

W introduced me to his treasured wine collection, and the two of us men sipped the wine while touring W's large house. My wife and Xiaoru cooked together, and I could hear their cheerful laughter from time to time. Perhaps it was my imagination, but a few times, they deliberately lowered their voices to discuss something, making me marvel at how women are natural diplomats. On their first meeting, Xiaoru and Ying had already become close friends who could share secrets.

At dinner, Xiaoru announced at the table, "Xiaoying and I will be sleeping in the master bedroom tonight. We sisters are going to chat all night. W and Haozi, you each have a guest room."

"Hey, Xiaoru, isn't it a bit much to steal my wife away like this?"

"It's my territory, I'm in charge," Xiaoru said, feigning assertiveness. My wife lowered her head and giggled.

W gave me a wry smile.

After dinner, I took a quick shower and went to W's guest room. My wife was bending over to make the bed for me. Looking at her protruding buttocks, I suddenly felt aroused. I slowly approached, lifted her skirt, and pulled out my semi-erect penis, pressing it against her crotch, which was only covered by her underwear.

"Ah..." my wife exclaimed, "Stop it!"

"Ying, your husband wants you," I said, panting.

Ying straightened up, leaned against me, and grasped my penis with one hand. "How about I give you Xiaoru for one night?" my wife teased me.

"Sure."

With a "smack," my wife slapped my penis. "Dream on, go to sleep and rest." Saying this, she swayed her hips and went to Xiaoru's bedroom.

After a day of traveling, I was indeed tired, and I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, it was just getting light.

"Get up and eat, you lazybones," my wife said as she came in, bringing with her a pleasant scent of freshly bathed fragrance.
"It's still early, let me sleep a little longer," I turned over and continued to sleep.

"It's almost nine o'clock," my wife said, lying on her side next to me. "It's cloudy, it's going to rain heavily."

"What? Shit!" I jumped up, pulled back the curtains, and sure enough, it looked like it was going to rain. It seemed like my journey would be delayed for a day.

"Brother, let's stay until tomorrow. Xiaoru and I are going to work. You two can stay home and relax; there's food in the fridge," W said, standing at the door. "Besides, we haven't seen each other in a long time, and Xiaoru and I miss you both." He glanced at my wife, who lowered her head. I immediately understood and nodded repeatedly.

...

W later told me that Xiaoru's one-night talk with Ying was a major turning point in my and Ying's journey towards having an affair with my wife. My wife later told me that Xiaoru's description of the beautiful scenery of Siming Mountain—the towering snow-capped mountains, the shady forests, the streams, and the hot springs—was what prompted her to visit. I think another reason was that Xiaoru was very outgoing, and my wife, with her reserved nature, easily developed trust and dependence on such a warm-hearted friend.

Three months after our trip to Florida, W invited us back to China again to visit his hometown. The weather was clear and crisp, perfect for an autumn outing.

...

Although W had arranged rooms for us at his second uncle's mountain villa, my wife and I insisted on visiting W's parents first—it was only proper for friends.

W's parents were overjoyed to see their son and daughter-in-law, and they warmly welcomed my wife and me as well. W's father had the air of a typical elementary school teacher; although his temples were gray, he was still very energetic, frequently offering us tea and fruit. W's mother was especially kind to Ying, and with Xiaoru joining her, the three of them quickly struck up a lively conversation. I secretly glanced at the three beauties before me: W's mother, as W had said, looked only in her thirties or forties. At first glance, I mistook her for an older version of Gao Yuanyuan! Her shoulder-length hair and ivory-white face, with a faint, languid expression, resembled those of a famous socialite from the Republican era in photographs; her well-tailored clothes, while revealing little, couldn't conceal her ample bosom, and her full hips set her apart from the two younger women. She spoke softly and gently, like aged wine, soothing and delightful. In contrast, Xiaoru, dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, with her long legs, white arms, and a clearly visible cleavage, exuded sexiness and vitality. My wife, on the other hand, was increasingly quiet and elegant, her hands folded on her knees, chatting with the two women with a faint smile. That noon, everyone enjoyed themselves. Before dark, we said goodbye to W's parents and drove to the mountain resort, checking into the rooms W had booked for us in advance.

The next morning, W's second uncle rushed over, saying he would be our guide, showing us around Siming Mountain. Upon first meeting him, his face was dark, his wrinkles etched like knife cuts, and he looked rather sleazy. He was short, with a mole on his cheekbone from which a few hairs grew, giving him a thuggish air. At first glance, I just wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, and I think my wife felt the same way. I really can't understand how Xiaoru could later willingly be violated by this man, and how W's mother could endure his coercion and abuse for so many years.

My second uncle was very welcoming to me. "Our family's great talent is back! Oh, and so is my niece-in-law. These two must be Ahao and his wife." He then shook my hand, before taking my wife's outstretched hand. My heart skipped a beat, and I thought I caught a meaningful glance from my uncle; my wife also recoiled as if electrocuted.
The shady trees, the streams, and the birdsong on the mountain were indeed captivating, and my wife, like a bird released from its cage, chatted and laughed with everyone.

At the highest point of the mountain, there was a viewing telescope. My wife excitedly ran over, trying to look down through it, but exclaimed, "It's all dark! I can't see anything!"

My second uncle walked over, stood behind my wife, tossed in a one-yuan coin, and took my wife's hands that were holding the telescope, adjusting its direction. "Hey, try again." At this moment, I was standing in a position where I could see their profiles: my wife's legs were slightly bent, her buttocks, encased in her skinny jeans, sticking out, while my second uncle was right behind her, his crotch practically touching her buttocks! My heart skipped a beat, and my penis involuntarily became half-erect.
At noon, we enjoyed a picnic on the mountaintop, gazing at the people below, and this joyful time made me almost forget the original purpose of our trip. Before the picnic began, my second uncle received a phone call, mumbled a few words, and then told us he had something to do and was taking the cable car down the mountain. By the time the four of us returned to our lodgings, it was already evening. Upon entering the hotel lobby, we saw W's mother just coming downstairs. W glanced suspiciously at the large bedroom directly opposite the stairs; I guessed that was my second uncle's luxurious bedroom at the hotel. Xiaoru and Ying went to greet her, each supporting one of W's mother's arms, excitedly chattering about the beautiful scenery on the mountain. Dinner was already prepared, and my second uncle joined us with a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

"Mom, when did you arrive?" W asked, serving his mother food.

"Oh, I just arrived~" "Your mom arrived at noon," my mother and second uncle answered simultaneously, but their answers were contradictory. My mother blushed, both embarrassed and flustered.

Fortunately, my second uncle casually changed the subject. Amidst the clinking of glasses, everyone seemed to have forgotten the awkwardness of the moment.
W and I have always been good drinkers, and the baijiu was quickly finished, followed by beer. After three bottles each, W, my second uncle, and I started frequently going to the restroom. In the middle of the meal, W and my second uncle went out for a smoke.

When W and I went to the bathroom together, W said casually, "I told Uncle Er."

"..." I remained silent, not pressing him to tell me what he had said.

"He said seeing Ying is like seeing my mother from back then. He said he really likes—Ying."

I thought I heard myself gasp.

"He won't force her. He wants Ying to willingly climb into his bed, as long as you don't stop him."
I hesitated, Uncle Er's smug face and Ying's sweet, shy face flashing through my mind.
"I won't stop her." As I said this, my heart ached as if pricked by a needle. " Don't
worry, Uncle Er may be a scoundrel, but he's never broken his word and won't act recklessly. When he goes back to America, Ying will be unharmed. But without a chance to get close, even if Uncle Er were a god, he wouldn't be able to touch a single piece of Ying's clothes. So, just cooperate a little, for example—would you like to come to our room tonight and play some cards?"

Lost in thought, I nodded woodenly.

...

The four of us took turns playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) in W's bedroom until midnight. We played all night, but we were all still full of energy, and none of us wanted to go to sleep. I don't know how it started, but I think I went to the toilet to take a dump. I heard a lot of splashing sounds outside, followed by my wife yelling, "Xiaoru, you idiot, let go!" When I came out, I saw W smiling as he watched Xiaoru, wearing only underwear and a bra, performing a lewd dance. He had his arms around my wife, trying to untie the ties on her skirt. Seeing me come out, Xiaoru's beautiful eyes darted around. She pushed my wife onto W's lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and turned to Ying, saying, "Tonight, Hao-ge is mine. My husband is yours."

My wife's face turned bright red.

W's hands trembled as he gently took off my wife's top; unusually, she wasn't wearing a bra today. A pair of white rabbits suddenly jumped out. My wife hurriedly tried to cover them, but W was faster. He quickly grabbed one breast in each hand. I also used my hand to push Xiaoru's thong aside and gently kneaded her mounds.

Suddenly, W made a shushing gesture. Voices came from next door.

"Don't interrupt when I'm talking to my son." It was W's mother's voice. "

You came at noon."

"W will guess."

"Guess what?"

"Hmph!" W's mother's voice was full of shame and anger.

"You think that if you don't tell the truth, W won't guess that I've been in bed with you all afternoon? It's not easy for W to come to the villa, and you can find an excuse to come here. Xiaoman, you're still so... I can't get enough of you." Second Uncle said, roughly touching W's mother's buttocks and kneading them vigorously.

"Stop! My son is here, you're not allowed to bully me."

"Hehe, my nephew likes to watch. I, as his uncle, am teaching him how to be a man. Besides, tonight..."
Xiaoru had already squatted down and put my penis in her mouth and started swallowing it. W stood behind his wife, one hand gripping her wrist, pulling her arms behind her back, while the other hand rubbed his enormous penis against her buttocks, occasionally thrusting the dark, engorged head into her vagina, each time drawing out some fluid, soon accompanied by gurgling sounds. His wife's suppressed moans rose, her white body trembling with each thrust, her soft breasts swaying in waves.

I remembered W mentioning a secret door leading to my second uncle's bedroom. W and I were of one mind, and the four of us, entwined, moved towards the secret door with its small window. W's mother's intoxicating moans grew louder, and the sounds of flesh colliding became clearer.

...
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