Lewd brothers

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My home, my luxurious home.
The red candles on the dining table flickered, the remaining wine in the four stemmed glasses glowed with an elegant red light, the romantic atmosphere of ten minutes ago still lingering in the air.
But in the living room, on the sofa, a completely different scene unfolded—quiet, yet decadent.
Two beautiful young women, almost breathtakingly so. One was tall, her purple halter-neck evening gown tightly hugging her slender waist and full hips, accentuating her graceful curves; the other was petite, her white wedding dress highlighting her pure beauty.
The two rather handsome men, however, revealed tension, lust, and lewdness in their eyes.
These two men were none other than my cousin, A-Jian, and me.
On this sofa, the tall young woman reclining on my lap was Lin Ying, a dance teacher. On that sofa, the petite young woman held in A-Jian's arms was Wen Xiaorou, a bank employee.
Lin Ying looks somewhat like Kim Hee-sun from South Korea—elegant, poised, and alluring; Xiao Rou resembles Athena Chu from Hong Kong—pure, delicate, and charming. I'm not good at describing women's beauty, but I can say that even without makeup, they are no less beautiful than Kim Hee-sun and Athena Chu.
At this moment, I had pulled down the left strap of Lin Ying's dress, letting it hang loosely on her slender arm. The already low-cut design of her evening gown made the front even looser and droopier, and the half-cup bra did nothing to conceal her breasts; instead, it made her fair and tender breasts even more prominent.
As for Xiao Rou in A Jian's arms, her strapless wedding dress was being slowly torn open by A Jian, whose eyes were burning with lust. Her breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, appeared even fuller and more swollen by the front of the dress, and her pink areolas were already faintly visible through the lace. The erotic and decadent scene contrasted sharply with her pure and beautiful face under the white veil.
Lin Ying's large, alluring eyes, even more captivating than Kim Hee-sun's, remained tightly closed, while Xiao Rou slept with a sweet smile. Neither beauty was aware of the dangerous situation they found themselves in.
Of course they wouldn't, because A-Jian and I had planned this operation for a full month.
A celebratory banquet, a sumptuous Western meal, Bordeaux red wine, and a suitable amount of sleeping pills—tomorrow, when they woke up, they would only think they had drunk too much and "lost their way home." Little did they know that we two "gentlemen" had "stumbled into the depths of the lotus blossoms." However, although we two were both lecherous and shameless, we could still be considered half-gentlemen, so we made a "gentleman's agreement" before the operation: 1. Touching, not doing anything; 2. Touching only the upper body, not the lower body; 3. Only for one hour; 4. If there is a next operation, we must work together, no soloing.
At this moment, more than ten minutes had passed since we shouted "Start!" together. We couldn't hesitate any longer. Although it wasn't a "moment of passion," the thrill of secretly touching these beauties was worth at least eight hundred gold coins, right?
Without hesitation, my hand, which had been caressing the beauty's shoulder, slowly moved towards the deep cleavage. The smooth, creamy touch made my heart race, and my hand trembled even more. After inserting it into the center of the bra, I slowly slid my hand to one side. The half-cup bra was perfect; it didn't hinder my exploration at all. Inch by inch… finally, my hand gently grasped the breast of the married woman I had longed for day and night!
Full, tender, and smooth, I felt my heart was about to leap out of my chest!
My palm felt the tender nipple standing erect—even in her sleep, it reacted? What a sensitive beauty!
My other hand, which had been enjoying the woman's slender waist, was now also attracted by this spring scenery. I eagerly reached into the bra and grasped the other beautiful breast—suddenly, I thought of Wei Xiaobao's "Dragon Claw Hand for Grabbing Breasts," and a lewd smile crept into my heart. I
nervously looked up and saw Ah Jian burying his head in Xiao Rou's chest, the lace of the wedding dress and one of Xiao Rou's breasts, which was already mostly exposed, obscuring his face. But I could imagine it was a drooling, greedy, lewd, and ugly face!
A pang of sorrow suddenly welled up inside me, followed by a surge of jealousy, and then, in a fit of anger, I roughly ripped off Lin Ying's shoulder straps and bra. In an instant, a pair of full, round, white, and tender breasts bounced out, leaping before my eyes, and my heart pounded in rhythm with them.
I looked up guiltily and saw A-Jian staring at me with fiery eyes. Then, in a show of defiance, he grabbed the hem of Xiao Rou's wedding dress and deliberately pulled it down slowly. Lin Ying's even fuller and more alluring breasts slowly squeezed out from the tight dress, finally breaking free and jumping joyfully in the air.
Looking into A-Jian's fiery eyes, I imagined my own eyes must be bloodshot too.
Suddenly, a strong feeling arose in my heart: if there really are lustful ghosts or demons in the world, then they must be possessing us at this moment, or devouring our souls.
How could I feel this way? Attentive readers have surely noticed.
Yes, you guessed right.
Lin Ying is A-Jian's wife! And Xiao Rou is my wife!
Some might say, isn't this wife-swapping?
No, with our current psychological capacity, we're far from reaching the "mental level" of wife-swapping. So far, at most, we've only planned to expose our beautiful wives for a bit of eye candy. Even this "touching swap" operation was hesitant for many days before finally succumbing to temptation and making a desperate gamble, preparing to "live it up and die." Even so, as you've already seen, and will continue to see in the following narrative, we were filled with jealousy, envy, and regret during the "touching swap."
So, how exactly did we gradually develop and become addicted to this game?
The story's occurrence has its inevitability and its accidental element.
Its inevitability lies in our overly affluent and leisurely lives—the so-called "when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust"!
I'm two years older than my cousin A-Jian; we've played and laughed together since childhood, our relationship is closer than that of blood brothers. After graduating from university, the two brothers started their own business together, struggling and rising and falling for over a decade before finally achieving their current success. While they might not be on any rich lists, their assets are real and tangible, built up bit by bit without a single loan. Now, their combined assets should be over a hundred million.
One day, A-Jian suddenly told me that doing business was too tiring and he wanted to experience the life of an unemployed bum. So, the two brothers immediately agreed, and within a few months, they sold off their factory, their foreign trade company, and all their stocks, splitting the cash 50/50. They each put one-third in the bank, bought one-third in gold, and then went to Pudong, Shanghai, to buy real estate with the remaining one-third.
Incidentally, by the time they finished all this, it was March 2008. A few months later, the American financial crisis swept the globe like a plague, Chinese stocks plummeted, and foreign trade companies were crippled—laziness, sometimes, really is worth a fortune!
By this time, the only "businesses" my brother and I owned were a Western restaurant that had been operating for years and a newly opened small supermarket. The pretty head waitress at the restaurant, Wen, was more capable than me; I was so idle that I spent all my time in the manager's office surfing the internet, playing chess, and practicing calligraphy. The supermarket was originally under Jian's management, but he went even further, hiring his uncle as manager while he wandered around all day.
Tell me, with such a wealthy and leisurely life, how could one not be tempted by lust?
However, for people like us with some money and some education, indulging in lust is a real problem. Hiring a prostitute?
Too dirty. A one-night stand? Still afraid of being dirty. Online dating? Afraid of being scammed. Keeping a lover? Don't be ridiculous, I have the desire but not the guts. Don't let my wife's gentle and considerate nature fool you; she's very strict about this! Besides, I consider myself a gentleman; doing such a thing would be against my conscience.
So, for the five years from our marriage until last year, I kept these lustful desires sealed away.
The loosening of my lustful desires began three years ago.
Three years ago, Ah Jian, using the excuse that "good brothers should live together for fun," rented out all his properties, including his new marital home. Then, using my drunken promise as proof, he packed up, brought his new wife, and moved into my house. Although my house was a penthouse duplex with a garden in this upscale community, supposedly a "luxury" apartment, over 300 square meters, seeing each other all the time, with a beautiful and sexy married woman, married for less than a year, constantly in front of you—even Tang Sanzang would have impure thoughts! And my wife's looks and figure were by no means inferior; Ah Jian's thieving eyes followed her from morning till night, and I'd seen him secretly drooling several times.
How could this continue?
After all, we're brothers. One day last year, after a little testing and some deep conversation, we hit it off again.
Thus, my long-suppressed lust finally found a place to rest after five years.
If there was any chance involved, it was the internet. A long time ago, my brother and I, in our spare time from starting our own business, enjoyed downloading porn and reading erotic novels online; we were complete birds of a feather. By chance, we stumbled upon those dreaded porn sites like Judou (Yuanyuan seemed to have shut down by then), Yaqing, Coastline, Fengyue, and Gaoyang. Then, by chance, we met perverted authors like Hu Zuofei, Zuiyue Benxiang, and Liaoliaoliao, and happened to read their extremely perverted works.
Why perverted?
They took pride in exposing their wives, found pleasure in orchestrating their wives' rape, and even enjoyed the thrill of secretly watching—isn't that perverted?
Unfortunately, we became completely addicted. From then on, we stopped downloading porn, and stopped reading any other erotic novels like martial arts, science fiction, or sadomasochistic stories; we only read these so-called "erotic" articles.
How wicked! How perverted! These porn sites and authors are truly harmful!
Thankfully, most of these porn sites have been shut down (I heard that one of them has recently resurrected, still harboring wicked intentions). Thankfully, these writers rarely write anymore (I heard that one is still writing, just not updating much lately). Otherwise, who knows how many more addicted, perverted followers like us would have been created!
Anyway, back to the story. One day last year, after some probing and in-depth discussions, and after an extremely intense and complex internal struggle, we finally reached the following consensus: 1. Wife-swapping involves too many issues such as emotional exchange and moral ethics, especially requiring too much psychological fortitude from the parties involved. It's best to leave it in the fantasy stage for now; it's not suitable for actual implementation. 2. It's acceptable to moderately expose one's wife's private parts to the other party, experiencing a little of the thrill from those perverted writers. 3. Methods for persuading one's wife—praise, seduction, begging, provocation, etc.—vary depending on the person, situation, and emotions. But initially, it's best to do it without her knowledge, and after a few times, slowly tell her that the other husband has secretly seen certain places, to test her acceptance. The degree of exposure will be gradually increased after testing; fourth, the scale of exposure will start with low-cut tops and tight-fitting clothes, slowly progressing to cleavage, nipple protrusion, buttock crease, panties, and so on... Whatever is exposed, it must be done gradually, avoiding haste and alerting the other party; fifth, the primary setting for exposure is at home, but if it must be taken out, it's best if all four go together; sixth, a one-year limit will be set. If either wife remains conservative and resistant to exposure despite repeated training, the plan must be terminated; if both wives find stimulation and pleasure in exposure and become increasingly alluring, and can tolerate appropriate verbal teasing and minor physical contact from their husbands, then the next year's development plan can be discussed together.
The husbands reached a consensus, but would the wives be willing to comply? How feasible was this plan?
My brother and I carefully analyzed it.
First, the material foundation was in place. With no worries about food and clothing, they have plenty of free time. Living under the same roof, eating, chatting, exercising, and watching TV together every day, finding opportunities to slightly break with tradition and taboos shouldn't be too difficult.
Secondly, there's a solid emotional foundation. My brother and I are a given, and Xiaorou and Linying were close friends in college. After their marriages, because of our relationship, they've become even closer, inseparable.
More importantly, we brothers are good-looking, have good tempers, and good character (of course, they don't know about our private flirting). We're also very humorous, often making them laugh. Over time, they naturally develop feelings for each other's husbands. Plus, living together so closely for the past two years has led to a mix of intimacy and even flirtation in their language and address.
For example, Xiaorou and Linying's voices are very similar, especially when they call out "husband" in a sweet, coquettish way.
"Husband—"
often comes from the kitchen or balcony, and then two husbands simultaneously run in from another room.
At first, the wives were a little embarrassed and shy, but after a while, they gradually got used to it.
"Who called you? I'm calling my dear husband!"
Lin Ying scolded me like this once.
"Ah Jian is my dear husband, then what about me?"
I gradually became more thick-skinned.
"You... at most, you're—a foster husband."
She probably deduced this from "biological parents" and "foster parents" on the spot, and blurted it out instantly.
"A foster husband? You're also fostering a man! Haha..."
I laughed so hard I almost fell over.
"Pah, you damn rich kid! You can't say anything nice, and you're still laughing, still laughing..."
A flurry of light punches came over, completely lacking any ladylike image, and completely oblivious to the slightly jealous look on my "dear husband's" face.
This kind of joke and teasing often happened with Xiao Rou and Ah Jian as well, and I was also embarrassed and jealous on the side.
Sometimes I really don't understand, how could husbands like us, who are so easily jealous, become addicted to this kind of game?
In the first week after we reached an agreement, the two wives called us perverts many times.
My crime was reading erotic articles online, and A-Jian's crime was browsing dating websites for couples. Of course, we deliberately let them find out; it was part of the plan.
When we bowed our heads in apology, the two of us sat side-by-side in front of them like schoolchildren.
"Our behavior is so unfair to our two loving and caring wives..."
I deliberately blurred the lines between the four of us.
"As your husbands, we promise that from now on..."
A-Jian used the same trick again.
They listened to our confessions and promises with smiles, only realizing their mistake after a long while.
"You're so shameless—"
"Disgusting—"
Then, cushions, TV remotes, and other items were thrown at us...
The second week, we were back in the "second round."
This time, they scolded us less and spoke with more earnest advice.
"I know you worked hard to earn money before, and now that you have free time, you want to enjoy yourself. There are so many things you can do for entertainment and learning—learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, collect things, play golf, anything! Why do you have to watch those low-class things..." Don't
let Xiao Rou's quiet demeanor fool you; she's quite eloquent when it comes to educating her husband.
"Yeah, what's so interesting about that low-quality stuff? I really don't understand you two! Look at us, what makes us better than those things online..."
Seeing us staring blankly at them from head to toe, as if genuinely comparing them to the beauties online, even the usually composed Ms. Lin blushed and gave us a fierce glare.
Besides continuing to sincerely apologize, this time we offered some explanation.
"Some of the articles are really quite good, much better quality than your romance novels! Besides, aren't all romance novels these days skirting the line? Like 'His hardness sank into her softness,' isn't that even more explicit…"
I said, glancing up to observe their expressions.
"Those couple selfies aren't actually explicit; some are quite artistic! Of course, if you were to take them, you'd definitely look more beautiful than them…"
While explaining, A-Jian's thieving eyes darted back and forth between them.
“Vulgar—”
“You’re going to die—”
Immediately, pillows and TV remotes were thrown at us again…
In the third week, we still “repeatedly failed to learn our lesson.” Our two wives were too lazy to scold us anymore, only giving us a look that said, “You’re hopeless.” This forced us two brothers to cling to them and apologize, but we were still met with glares and cold faces.
But in private, I discovered that our two wives often whispered and giggled together.
Then, we both discovered that our computers had been viewed without our knowledge.
One late night, next to my sleeping wife, I was secretly reading a very perverted article called “Who Will Sleep With You Tonight” on my laptop. A soft, smooth body pressed against me in bed.
“Still reading? Is this… really that good?”
Actually, I knew that Xiaorou had been awake for a while, and the computer records showed that she had viewed this article yesterday.
“Yeah, it’s amazing.”
I nodded honestly.
"I...I secretly took a look yesterday...but there wasn't anything interesting, I just thought you guys were so perverted!"
Xiaorou nestled half her body into my arms, her soft little hands gently stroking my chest.
"Us? The articles or me?"
I continued to play dumb.
"Both! Especially that author named 'Lelele,' he's the most perverted. In many of his articles, he's happily wearing...a green hat. Do you think there are really husbands that stupid in the world? How could he bear to let his wife be...like that!"
My innocent wife in my arms looked up at me, waiting for my answer.
"What Lelele? His name is 'Liaoliaoliao'...I don't know if he's like that in real life, but in my fantasies, he must really crave that kind of thing, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to so much trouble writing so many..."
I answered rather vaguely, because I myself was confused about this kind of complex.
"Then...what about you?"
"Me? What?"
I was a little nervous.
"Fantasy."
My wife looked at me with soft, timid eyes, which made me even more nervous.
"No, absolutely not!"
I denied it firmly, my heart pounding.
"Nothing?"
My wife pressed on.
"It's just... I absolutely never thought of letting you sleep with other men. Really! Baby—how could I bear to?"
"Liar! Then why do you enjoy reading this pervert's writings so much?"
Xiaorou glared at me, her pretty cheeks puffing out slightly, but it was clear that she wasn't really angry this time. I felt my chance to strike while the iron was hot had come.
"But at the same time... because, I feel—"
I involuntarily took a deep breath, feeling even more nervous than when I confessed my love to her six years ago, "to let others admire and envy your wife... that feeling is really... great! Very exciting!"
"How do you want others to admire you? Like the wife-swapping websites on Jianzi's computer, taking pictures of your wife naked for others to see? How could you even think of that..."
Xiaorou gently tapped my head with her slender index finger, her pink cheeks puffing out even more.
"Ah? You even peeked at Jianzi's computer!"
I deliberately used a dissatisfied tone to change the subject.
"No, I didn't... Lin Ying told me..."
Xiaorou protested, her face flushed red.
"Actually—there are many ways to get others to admire you, it doesn't have to be erotic."
I finally shed my initial nervousness and regained my usual eloquence. "For example, imagine you wearing your bank uniform, let's say the winter one: a fitted blazer with a floral collared shirt, a tight skirt and stockings. Is it revealing? No, right? But you probably don't know how many men secretly glanced at you, this white-collar beauty, when you walked down the street arm in arm with me! I felt so proud! I thought, even if I got hit by a car right now, it would be worth it to marry such a beautiful wife who everyone loves!"
"Pah! Pah! You jinx, spit it out, spit it out, um—"
Before she could finish, I kissed her hard, and actually poured saliva into her mouth.
After a long while, Xiaorou gently pushed me away, still panting softly.
"That uniform...is it really that good-looking?"
So that's what she was thinking about while we were kissing? Women! Sigh…
“The uniform looks good, but it really depends on who wears it. My wife, no matter what she wears, can still steal the show of men on the street, hehe…”
“You’re just flattering me. Steal the show of men? Sweep the streets, you think?”
Knowing she was being flattered, his wife still couldn’t hide her delight. “Then—tell me, which outfit looks best on me?”
"So many! Let me think... um... I still can't think of anything. Every piece of clothing looks good on my wife. There's no such thing as 'most beautiful,' only 'more beautiful!'"
Since my wife liked it, I continued to flatter her. "For example, that sleeveless CK dress I bought you last year, how elegant and charming it looked! You got so many stares! Those discounted t-shirts I bought you in France earlier this year, every single one of them looked great with your jeans, youthful and casual, like a girl next door. And last summer in Phuket, I told you to wear that apricot-yellow bikini, and you said you were too shy to wear it. But look what happened! Luckily you listened to me, right? Paired with the azure sea and white sand, didn't you charm a whole bunch of people on the beach? Let me tell you—Ah Jian really got a nosebleed that day, haha..."
"You rascal—"
Xiao Rou gently scolded, but a sweet smile appeared on her face as she snuggled even closer into my arms. Judging from her blissful expression, she was definitely reminiscing about playing in the sea in her bikini.
“Even at home, my wife looks the most beautiful in whatever she wears. Take that pink Hello Kitty nightgown, for example. It’s loose and stylish. You could say it’s revealing, but it’s made of cotton, so it covers her up completely. You could also say it’s not revealing, but it has an oval neckline and the hem doesn’t reach her knees. In short… it just exudes that indescribable, um—lazy sexiness!”
“Hehe… what’s wrong with you today? Did you put oil on your lips? Or did you do something naughty? Tell me honestly!”
Xiaorou reached out and grabbed one of my ears, scolding me, but her eyes couldn’t hide the tenderness and affection in them.
It seems that remembering a few of the clothes my wife likes and praising them now and then is really a shortcut to pleasing her!
"By the way, honey, don't be angry when I tell you this. That Hello Kitty dress, it's pretty, but... sometimes it..."
All that foreshadowing beforehand was for this one sentence; the crucial moment has arrived.
"Sometimes what? Tell me quickly..."
"Sometimes... sometimes it... reveals a little bit of skin."
"Nonsense, you just said it was completely covered up!"
"The collar—it's the collar that's too loose, when you bend over to get something..."
"Really? Then... isn't that terrible?"
Xiaorou was a little nervous.
"It's nothing, I just saw a little bit of bra and some flesh... Hey, hey! Why are you pinching me..."
I muttered, rubbing my aching waist. "At home... so what if I show a little? It's not like I haven't seen it before... Ouch, honey, you're so cruel! Look, you've pinched me all bruised..."
"You're such a pig-headed person! I was afraid... afraid that Jian might also... Oh, I'm so embarrassed!"
"Right—ah! How could I forget that? That guy isn't a good person..."
Then, I suddenly slapped my forehead. "Oh no! That time... Oh no! Oh no!"
"What... what happened? Tell me!"
Xiao Rou shook my shoulders nervously.
"That day, A-Jian and the others went to a wedding and came back very late. They didn't have their keys, remember? We had just finished making love and were about to go to sleep, but I refused to get up, and you came down to open the door, remember? Later, A-Jian practically dragged me out of bed, and the four of us drank until midnight, remember? That day, A-Jian and I were sitting on the sofa, and you and Lin Ying took two cushions and sat on the coffee table and the floor, and you even brought us drinks and heated up some food, remember?"
Every time I asked "Do you remember?", Xiao Rou nodded, and with each nod, her face turned even redder, and she dared not look at me anymore, only burying her head in my chest.
I decided to press my advantage.
"Then do you remember—that time, because you rushed to open the door, you weren't wearing a bra?"
"Ah? Really...really..."
I knew she had remembered.
"Yeah! And later, when we were drinking and chatting, she wasn't wearing any... A few times when she bent down to pour us drinks, I saw everything through her collar—a pair of small, white breasts, and little red nipples..."
Actually, I exaggerated a bit; that day I only saw the upper half of her breasts at most. "As for whether Ah Jian saw anything... I was a bit tipsy then and didn't notice... I should have reminded you, I'm sorry, wife..."
"Don't say anymore... I'm so embarrassed..."
Her soft, boneless body writhed in my arms, warm and soft.
My wife dresses rather conservatively in public, but when she sleeps, she likes to be completely naked, wearing only a milk-silk slip dress. I reached between her legs and found it was already wet. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately threw my laptop on the pillow, pressed myself against my wife, and without any foreplay, took her right there and then, going straight for the heart of the matter.
That night, we made love for over two hours.
I pulled off a long-awaited hat trick, and Xiaorou's climaxes rose wave after wave...
Like attracts like, and in the days that followed, Xiaorou not only stopped stopping me from reading erotic novels online, but even asked me to copy all the ones I'd read onto her computer, saying it would allow her to "monitor my perverted behavior at any time," hehe.
Of course, I was happy to oblige, and even "enthusiastically" categorized the articles into "erotic," "martial arts," "romance," "married women," "SM," and so on. Sure enough, as I expected, Xiaorou read mostly erotic novels!
Gradually, she even started discussing the characters and plots of the novels with me, although her views were still somewhat naive, her progress was obvious.
As for Lin Ying? A-Jian secretly told me that things were progressing rapidly; his wife had gotten into the habit of logging into that couples' dating forum every day, and even commented on the married women's selfies. Once, unable to resist A-Jian's repeated sweet talk and pleading, she finally let him take some photos of her legs in stockings and her back in blurry poses, and after her "strict screening," she actually posted five of them on the forum. As a result, the forum users were very supportive, showering the forum with praise and compliments. Lin Ying said "So what?" but her vanity, which had been satisfied, didn't escape A Jian's notice.
Regarding their attire, while neither wife had yet reached the expected goals of our "exposure plan," there were still changes.
For example, Xiao Rou, knowing that the Hello Kitty bra was prone to revealing too much, couldn't resist my encouragement and started wearing it occasionally—that was progress.
A few times after showering, she found her bra "accidentally" wet and asked me to get her a new one. I would use the excuse of being inconvenient or "Lin Ying is urging you to watch Korean dramas together" to drag my wife, who was only wearing underwear under the Hello Kitty bra, straight to the living room. And waiting on the sofa in the living room was often a stunningly beautiful young woman leaning against her husband, her nipples clearly visible.
Those few times we made love in the room, Xiao Rou's orgasms were quick and frequent, soaking the sheets. The next day, I secretly asked A Jian, and they had the same thing.
For example, in the rooftop gym, our two wives used to forbid us from going in when they did aerobics or yoga. But from some point, and I don't know which wife gave permission, we can now work out together.
Watching their wives' curvaceous bodies tightly encased in their workout clothes, especially when they do leg raises, splits, bends, and hip twists, several times, Ah Jian and I, who were pushing the barbells with our faces flushed, almost choked!
Once, Ah Jian secretly tampered with one of the padded breast pads on Lin Ying's workout clothes. As a result, Lin Ying hesitated for a moment, then removed the other pad as well. That day in the gym, our hearts pounded with the rhythm of those two prominent nipples for over an hour. A few days later, we were surprised to find that Xiao Rou's workout clothes also had prominent nipples! Later, she explained to me that Lin Ying had recommended them, but without the padding, the movements were indeed much easier and smoother.
Clothing, speech, terms of address, attitude towards sex…
everything has been subtly influencing us over the past year…
A little over a month ago, A-Jian secretly came to me for advice, saying he couldn't stand the torment of "seeing but not touching" anymore, and that he'd definitely go crazy if things continued like this! Then he proposed the plan mentioned at the beginning of this article.
This kid, it seems he's really been driven crazy by Xiao Rou lately!
Speaking of which, the plan is indeed quite tempting—Lin Ying, I finally have a chance to taste your fragrance, hehehe…
Despite the lewd laughter, the real price of having his wife defiled by the other man, and with such an abnormal method that violates the code of conduct for gentlemen, was that we both found it hard to make up our minds. Hesitating, agreeing and then backing out, going back and forth many times, we still couldn't resist the fatal temptation.
Finally, on this sixth wedding anniversary of Xiao Rou and me, the lustful demon possessed me, and the lewd devil devoured A-Jian's heart…
Let's go back to the scene at the beginning of this article.
On two luxurious sofas, two lecherous men would look up at each other, exchanging jealous glances, and then compete to touch the breasts of the married women in their arms. One would touch one, and the other would retaliate by squeezing it. Their behavior was both erotic and comical.
To be honest, Lin Ying's breasts are in no way inferior to my wife's. Although slightly less full, they are more perky than Xiao Rou's, probably due to her dance training. Her breasts have the same snow-white, smooth skin as Xiao Rou's, but her areolas and nipples are a slightly deeper pink, and her nipples are a little larger, giving her a more mature look. Unlike Xiao Rou's sweet and sour milky scent, Lin Ying's breasts, and indeed her entire body, exude a mature feminine fragrance.
Lin Ying is only half a year older than Xiao Rou, so it shouldn't be due to age. It seems that even equally beautiful women, upon closer inspection, are vastly different and each has their own unique characteristics. That's why they say men should "learn from bees, gathering nectar from a hundred flowers!"
But at this moment, I have no desire to be like a bee. My hands are playing with Lin Ying's breasts, which I've long coveted, but my mind is preoccupied with how my wife's breasts are changing under A Jian's caresses. While his mouth was licking Lin Ying's nipple, his gaze had already drifted to the other side: his wife's pink nipple was being sucked and spit out by A-Jian, sometimes stretched with his lips, sometimes gently bitten with his teeth, the nipple becoming pert and erect...
And his wife, who had specially worn a white wedding dress for their anniversary, was still sleeping so peacefully and innocently!
In an instant, his heart felt like a bottle of vinegar had been overturned, the bitterness indescribable.
"Hey! Can you be a little gentler! What will we say tomorrow if you leave marks..."
I finally couldn't bear it any longer and warned him softly but sternly.
"You little rascal! Your hand is different... Hey! Your hand! You've crossed the line! Take it out right now..."
A-Jian's teasing expression suddenly changed, his eyes blazing with anger. It turned out that one of my hands had somehow slipped inside Lin Ying's evening gown, touching her smooth thigh!
I quickly withdrew my hand, my face blank with confusion and guilt.
"You're quite the actor! Alright, alright, time's almost up..."
I glanced at my watch; sure enough, only three minutes remained. At that moment, without a word, A-Jian scooped Xiao-Rou up in his arms and headed upstairs. I was stunned, then followed suit, picking up Lin-Ying and following behind.
When A-Jian turned slightly and laboriously opened my bedroom door with the hand that was around Xiao-Rou's waist, what I saw was an incredibly sensual scene: the beautiful bride was drunk, her pretty face flushed beneath her wedding dress, the front of her gown torn off by the eager groom, her plump breasts trembling...
But the groom carrying the half-naked bride wasn't me!
In an instant, jealousy, anger, self-blame, regret, shame... almost every bad emotion in the world rushed into my heart!
Originally, I planned to continue my stubbornness with A-Jian and personally carry Lin-Ying to their bed as well. But this time, I stopped trying to save face, followed A-Jian into the room, and after he placed Xiao-Rou on the bed, I quickly handed Lin-Ying back to him.
"Get out, get out..."
Ah Jian, holding his wife, turned back, puzzled, as if to ask something, but I shooed him out like a duck.
I returned to the bedside, sat down blankly beside my wife, gazing at her innocent sleeping face for a moment, then at her two small, red, erect nipples still glistening with Ah Jian's saliva, a pang of pain and a surge of sorrow welled up inside me...

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