The Happy Life of a Live-in Son-in-Law 1-2

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Chapter 1: My Troubles

There are many forms of marriage, and as a man, I may have reluctantly chosen the most embarrassing

one. Yes, I am a son-in-law who marries into his wife's family, also known as a "reverse marriage." My love for my wife initially made me ignore

my parents' objections and my friends' advice, and I resolutely agreed to her family's demands.

In my view, it was just a formality; it's a new society now, it can't be too bad,

right? And I'm a relatively optimistic person. For example, regarding the issue of what surname the children should have, I could just have two,

one with the mother and one with the father—after all, we're family, and it's all negotiable. However, married life proved

how naive I was.

My wife's family consists of three people; since she requested to marry into the family, everyone would assume her family is well-off. And that's certainly

true. First, let me tell you about my wife. I met her online right after graduation, and we got along quite well.

We chatted online on and off for about a year and a half before meeting in person. Initially, we treated each other as friends, without any other

intentions.

Later, at a dinner party, emboldened by the teasing and a bit spurred by alcohol, I confessed my love. To my surprise, she

shyly nodded. And so, we became a couple, albeit somewhat haphazardly. Of course, we genuinely

had feelings for each other, but at the time, we hadn't seriously considered our own feelings. Then, we were in a car accident. I risked my life

to save my wife, despite serious injuries. She only had her leg trapped, while I spent almost two months in the hospital.

People say that adversity reveals true love. My wife is a very simple girl, and after that experience, she was certain of me.

I also realized how important she was to me from my actions of only thinking of saving her.

So, we naturally talked about the future, without even thinking about a grand proposal, and simply met each other's

parents. Now, we've been married for two years, our careers are stable, and our relationship is sweet and blissful, without any sense of being "married

to the grave." Let me add a word of advice, friends: if you marry the right person, every day truly feels like your first love.

Of course, nothing is ever perfect. If my life revolved solely around my wife, I doubt I would have ever done

what followed. However, as a son-in-law who married into the family, I also frequently had to deal with two other important people:

my parents-in-law.

As mentioned before, my wife's family is well-off, and my father-in-law is a well-known local businessman who built

his business from scratch, understanding the hardships of entrepreneurship. Therefore, he didn't look down on me, a young man from a modest background. Later, I learned that

he had known about my relationship with my wife for a long time and had secretly investigated me extensively. The investigation confirmed that I was a

good young man with no bad habits, who had been actively striving for success since graduation, and most importantly, that I

was genuinely good to his daughter. With these things in mind, my father-in-law felt comfortable entrusting his precious daughter to me, or rather,

allowing this reasonably presentable young man to enter his family and "steal" his daughter

's heart. My father-in-law wasn't often home, partly due to business needs and partly due to his relationship with my mother-in-law

. I didn't know the specific reasons, and my wife wouldn't say. In short, sometimes when they were together,

I could clearly sense an awkward atmosphere.

Then it was time to introduce my mother-in-law, and I'd sum it up in four words: deeply troubled and resentful. Her name is Lin Wanqiu,

which sounds quite poetic, doesn't it? In fact, she herself perfectly embodies that name; our first meeting was truly

unforgettable. I remember she wore a silver-blue modified cheongsam, had a full figure, and her hair was styled in a slightly classical updo

. Her small, pretty face was simply stunning.

At that moment, I defined her as mature, intellectual, and beautiful—a woman specially favored by time

. Unfortunately, it was precisely this woman's coldness and condescending attitude that almost

made me back out. After all, I have my pride, and the thought of having such a mother-in-law sent

chills down my spine.

But what's meant to be will be. I guess I owed my wife a lot of money in my past life, so I couldn't withstand her

tears and tantrums, and in the end, I resolutely stepped into this pit of fire. Because of this, my parents and I had a cold war for

over half a year. Fortunately, my wife was understanding and patiently mediated between them, and the older couple finally

forgave me. They only secretly told me that they didn't care how many children I had, but at least one boy had to take my

surname. See… this is feudal thinking! Having more children? Do they think I'm a stud pig?!

In short, my wife and I are truly entangled like this, and it looks like it will continue for decades. To

avoid trouble, with my wife's help, I managed to secure a condition where I don't live with my in-laws. I can't help it;

my mother-in-law looks at me like I'm just a weed on the street. I'm afraid that if she stares at me like that, I'll get

angry and give up, becoming just like a weed swaying in the wind. Besides, seeing her ascetic look so often also

affects my sex drive; it would be a real tragedy to become impotent at such a young age.

We now live in the neighborhood next door, just a street away, yet it's like two different worlds. Sometimes, standing on

my balcony looking out at those villas across the street, I can't help but curse capitalism in my heart. Thankfully, my wife

hasn't worried me. From the villas to our small two-bedroom apartment, she's still as happy as a little heifer, and because of this,

my love for her has only deepened. Every day after work, I rarely go out with my buddies anymore, trying my best to go home and be

with her, and she does pretty much the same. And so, we've lived happily ever after.

Today, as usual, I came home from work, and my wife led me inside, serving me tea and water, massaging my shoulders and legs

—all sorts of attempts to please me. I immediately sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, after I asked, my wife

hesitantly told me what was going on, and after hearing it, I couldn't help but let out a painful howl.

According to our agreement when we moved out, we have to go back to my mother-in-law's house next door at least once a week, rain or shine, as long as

they say so.

I remember one time I had an urgent work matter and stood them up. When I went to see them, my father-in-law was alright; he

just asked a few questions and that was it. But my seemingly elegant mother-in-law tormented

me all day with sarcastic remarks and veiled insults.

During that time, my darling wife kept stealing pleading glances at me, so I had to endure it

. To distract myself and vent my anger, I secretly glanced at my mother-in-law's voluptuous and sexy body, imagining...

I pressed this self-righteous body beneath me, wantonly ravaging it, forcefully

shoving my large penis into her viciously attacking mouth, stirring it haphazardly within her warm, moist oral cavity. And those two high, firm

breasts—I wondered how big the nipples were; I hoped they were bigger so they could withstand my vengeful biting. Finally,

there were her pear-shaped, plump buttocks. I wanted her to kneel down, to willingly stick out that annoying big ass,

begging me like a bitch, letting me casually leave crimson handprints on her white, thick buttocks, watching her

writhe like a snake, emitting the most vile and lewd moans, only to receive my

large penis amidst praise, and yearning for me to inject my thick semen inside her.

Fantasizing like this, I finally got through that unfortunate day, and the next day, after returning home, I

brought most of the imagined scenarios to life on my beloved wife. Because of that incident, I developed a bad habit:

whenever my mother-in-law subtly belittled me, I couldn't help but imagine that seductive woman in my mind

, superimposing her onto my mother-in-law. Over time, sometimes when facing my mother-in-law, I could hardly distinguish which

was the imagined woman and which was the real her.

This time, I wondered what she would pick on. Seeing my sighing and groaning, my wife suddenly turned around, knelt in

front of me, unzipped her pants, skillfully pulled out my penis, and smiled seductively as she took it into her mouth. The little vixen was at it again.

Like me, because of that incident, my wife seemed to have found a way to solve her problems:

using her beautiful body to let me vent my inner dissatisfaction. Although it didn't fundamentally change anything, it unexpectedly

unlocked many things in bed. For example, oral sex. Before, my wife would only symbolically lick before getting going

, but now, if I wanted, she'd suck until I ejaculated, and she'd come up with many more variations. However, she still couldn't accept oral sex

. And her little asshole, my wife's anus is beautiful, pink and firm.

I touched it once out of curiosity before, and then she bit me hard in revenge. But now my wife is much more open. At least

after she cleans herself up, I can taste it with my lips and tongue. During sex, I can use my fingers to

gently thrust in and out with the help of her vaginal fluids. As for anal sex, well, it can only exist in my imagination, mainly because I'm afraid she'll bite me again.

Anyway, I can't escape tomorrow, so I might as well enjoy the present. I relaxed and pressed

my wife's head with my hand. She immediately and obediently spat out the stick that had been cleaned smooth by her little mouth and tongue,

and then, with a foxy look, pulled down my pants. Her little head buried itself between my legs again, and her wet tongue quickly

played with my scrotum, occasionally taking the two testicles full of semen into her mouth and stirring them a few times. What a

little slut! She's getting better and better at it, especially when she occasionally uses her sharp teeth to gently bite my sensitive

testicles, walking a dangerous line. That stimulation is both pleasurable and painful; I feel my

soul trembling.

"Little bitch, that's enough. Get up and kneel on the sofa, let me play with you too." Hehe, I know

my wife is usually very obedient at this point, so it's okay to say things I wouldn't normally say

. I teased her.

Sure enough, my darling wife just rolled her beautiful eyes at me and obediently knelt on the sofa.

Seeing her in my favorite position, I excitedly shouted and eagerly went

behind her. My wife probably planned this all along, because she was wearing a short skirt, and when I lifted it up, even her underwear was

the very convenient open-crotch style. I couldn't help but laugh and slap her round buttocks. My wife, of

course, knew I'd seen through her little scheme, and buried her head in the sofa cushions like an

ostrich.

She was wearing purple open-crotch panties, the middle section not fully

open because her legs were still closed. The part covering her vulva was already noticeably wet, it seemed my little slut

had been aroused while licking my penis. My wife is like that; she's clearly very aroused by many naughty things,

but she always says she hates them, though I like her way of putting it.

"Baby, spread your legs."

My wife obediently spread her legs, making her lower body even more glistening with moisture. Her pink labia were already

swollen and engorged, making her vulva appear even more fertile. Her black pubic hair was also shiny; my wife has a lot of hair,

she often says it's ugly, but I find it very sexy. I've also maliciously speculated whether my mother-in-law has

a lot of pubic hair. For a woman as noble and reserved as her, I wonder if a thick, dark forest would

be quite stimulating. However, I guess I'll never have the chance to confirm that, so I can only

use the things I wanted to do to her on her daughter.

"Husband... um... you're so annoying..."

With my wife's soft complaint, I held her pert buttocks with both hands, my tongue sliding deep

into the crevice of her open panties, licking back and forth in her wanton crevice. I swept all the delicious vaginal fluid into my mouth, but my excited

wife quickly secreted even more—truly an inexhaustible spring! While marveling, I

used the tip of my tongue, carrying the fluid, to glide over her hidden anus. A scent of shower gel—it seems this little slut was indeed

prepared, even washing herself very thoroughly here.

"Oh...no...bad man...why are you...licking there again...it's so numb...it's so annoying...no

more!"

My wife kept saying no, but her little butt sticks out even higher. After exploring her anus for the first time,

I knew that this girl was actually very sensitive there. In order to eventually break through that tender chrysanthemum, I

would tease her little asshole every time. At first, she was still hesitant, but her body's reaction didn't lie, so

now only her mouth was still persisting.

Of course, don't forget my proud mother-in-law. I've fantasized about her stinky asshole many times in my mind. However,

since she's so annoying, her anus must be dark and smelly, and maybe it's

been penetrated many times, loose like her vagina. Hmm, I'm not interested, really not interested!

Chapter Two: My Darling Wife's Strange Tricks

To punish this little slut who was already horny before I came back, I offered my wife my mouth...

After her second orgasm, I finally inserted my painfully swollen penis. Thankfully, her vagina was full

of lustful fluids after her orgasm, so I didn't have to rub against it several times before I could penetrate deeply.

There's nothing I can do about it; my late grandfather was a rather famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor, but a rather lewd man.

When I was little, he often bathed me in unknown substances and made me drink some dark, disgusting medicinal soups.

As a result, although I didn't mutate into a superhuman, my body is indeed very robust, and I've rarely gotten sick. Also,

my penis is not only unusually large, but it also has an exceptionally long lifespan.

I remember when my wife first made love to me, she almost backed out when she saw my penis. Later, driven by

love, she mustered the courage and gritted her teeth to try. For the next two or three days, she was unsteady on her feet. Even now, after being together

for so long, she still insists that I go in slowly at first, and that I thrust in and out several times at the entrance before gradually penetrating

deeper.

"Ouch...how could you...Lei Yang...you bastard...it hurts so much...ah..." This was

the first time I'd thrust into her so hard, and even the most wanton little slut couldn't quite handle it, especially during her sensitive period of orgasm.

She tossed her head back, her legs trembling, almost collapsing. She stopped calling me "husband" and started

cursing at me. Hehe, that's the effect I wanted. Every time I dragged my feet in, I got sick of it. I

forcefully lifted her swaying buttocks, teasingly saying, "Little slut, today I'll show you

what's what, haha!"

"Don't move... Ouch... You bastard... You wait... I'll cripple you after this... I told you not to

move..." My wife tensed up, her lower body clenched tightly, afraid I would go any further. She could clearly feel that

I was actually holding back.

I squinted, enjoying the feeling of my precious wife clinging tightly to my penis. As for her threats, I did

n't care at all, because every time we finished, she still had the energy to get up and struggle, and several times she even fainted from pleasure

, which startled me instead.

"Hehe, let's see if you still have the energy to deal with me later." “

Lei Yang… you son of a bitch… ah… I’m bursting…”

My wife wanted to curse again, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Feeling her body soften slightly, I impatiently and

slowly pushed the part that was still sticking out inside. My wife, with my penis firmly pressed against her cervix, nervously gripped

the sofa armrest. I remembered once when I got a little carried away, my deep penis actually broke through her cervix.

The price of that new world was that my wife almost rolled her eyes back.

She vividly remembers how she was always a little scared during sex afterward, but I knew she was also looking forward to

it. This thrill of walking on the edge of danger was the most exciting, like when she gently nibbled at my testicles with her teeth

.

“Are you still going to curse?” "Like a slave owner from the old society, I straddled my wife's pert buttocks,

slapping her snowy bottom with gusto. My wife whimpered, but dared not move, her voice

as pitiful as a wronged kitten. I dared not go too far; after all, this kitten, if provoked, could turn into a ferocious

tigress. So, after a pause, I began thrusting into her increasingly hot, lustful hole. Soon

, my darling wife's cries grew louder and louder; once she was in the mood, she was a lustful female beast, bravely

challenging me.

'Husband... ah... so good... yours... so big... so powerful... continue... don't

stop... fuck me harder...'"

"Ah...I'm coming again...Husband...Big stick husband...Faster...My slutty baby can't take it anymore

...Harder...Mmm...Oh...Coming...Coming...Ouch...Wait a minute before moving again...Please

...I hate it...Oh...So good..."

My darling wife and I skillfully changed positions. She became increasingly wanton with each wave of pleasure.

Watching her, usually so obedient, cling to me like a slut, uttering the wanton words I taught her, this

contrast ignited the suppressed desire within me. My mother-in-law's proud face and her seemingly

dignified yet curvaceous body flashed before my eyes. While silently cursing her as a slut, pretending to be virtuous, I moved my body

more and more wantonly. When I regained my senses, my darling wife had already shed tears from my actions

. I quickly stopped, feeling a pang of heartache.

My wife lightly bit my ear and cursed me as a bully, then weakly rested her head on

my shoulder. Well! Seeing that she was too weak to continue, and not wanting to torment her limp

body any longer, I could only pull out my still-erect penis and masturbate while holding her.

My wife glanced at me apologetically after a while. It was unavoidable; it was all my husband's fault

for feeding me all sorts of things. To satisfy me, she had secretly researched many methods, most of which

were unreliable and risked leading her astray. So, after she once imitated a scene from TV, wearing something like Japanese

rope bondage and hiding herself in a box waiting for me to come home, I seriously criticized her,

which finally calmed her down for a while.

"This thing of yours is really annoying." Having regained some strength, my wife moved her body and used her soft lips and tongue

to help me, licking and complaining as she did so. Little did she know that her cute tone was dispelling the initial sensation

, leaving me both amused and exasperated. However, my wife, unaware of this, continued licking diligently. Suddenly, she looked up

at me and said, "Honey, I can't do it alone. Maybe we should find someone else to help me."

What? A trap, an absolute trap. My wife has always considered not being able to satisfy me a disgrace as a woman

, and now, perhaps this mindset has led to a resentful attitude. She's trying to trick me! Before I

could even think of an answer, my wife continued, "What kind do you like? Young or older?

I think most young girls can't handle you; I guess only older, more experienced ones will

do." "

My wife didn't look up when she said that, so I couldn't see her expression, but when she

finished her last sentence, the first thing that popped into my mind was my mother-in-law's cold and beautiful face. And then my lower body couldn't help but..."

My wife noticed my slight twitch, but she didn't seem upset. Instead, she quickened her hand's

movements while continuing, "Looks like you like older women, honey? Hehe, I didn't expect

you to have such a heavy taste. But those women's skin is all loose, unless they take good care of themselves like my mom and keep it

smooth."

My mother-in-law's skin is indeed quite good, looking much younger than her actual age. Of course, I don't

know if it's smooth or not, since I've never touched it. But hearing my wife mention her mother did give me a strange thrill,

a thrill that extended to my lower body. My wife seemed to feel my tremor, giving me a surprised look

. I quickly pretended not to notice and reached out to stroke her round buttocks.

"Honey, guess how big my mom's breasts are? They're an E cup!"

"And honey, my mom's butt is so round and big, it doesn't look like it belongs to someone her age at all

. I saw it when I was showering, it's so sexy."

"Mmm, my mom's legs are beautiful too, the same length as mine, but more muscular and strong. She also likes to wear stockings

, if she used her stockinged thighs to wrap around your waist..." Seemingly noticing my unease, my wife kept

talking about her mother, sketching an increasingly clear image of a sexy mature woman before my eyes:

huge breasts, a full bottom, a pair of plump, stockinged legs, and her aloof and proud face—it was as if such a

beauty was truly lying in front of me, waiting for me to conquer her. But the one describing all this to me was her daughter! My

mind started to go blank, but the feeling in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I struggled to look at my wife

; her wicked smile was so hateful, yet the little hand she used to represent the voluptuous woman in her words was

so adorable.

"Wife, you...you mustn't say that...that's your mother." I was about to ejaculate, and I really didn't want

my wife to think I was ejaculating her semen while thinking of her mother. But unexpectedly, my wife suddenly

and seductively wrapped her tongue around my trembling glans, then stared at me with her watery eyes and said,

"Husband, didn't you say my pubic hair is thick and black? Actually, my mother's pubic hair is even thicker and blacker than mine."

"Ah...you..." I couldn't hold back any longer. My buttocks unconsciously thrust twice, and with

a roar, streams of white fluid sprayed all over my wife's body. It had been a long time since I'd ejaculated so satisfyingly. At that moment,

my mind went blank, and I could only lean against the sofa, breathing heavily. My

wife, her face, hair, and chest covered in semen, didn't leave. Instead, she gently continued to stroke my penis until my body stopped trembling,

then silently walked towards the bathroom.

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