The ultimate thrill of a wife letting her subordinates take advantage of her (Part 2 & Part 3)

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Continuing from last time.

Yesterday, my fourth aunt came from our hometown. She's over 40, but still retains her charm and allure. In her youth, she was considered the most beautiful of the four in my village, and now, the passage of time has only added to her allure. My fourth aunt also has a story to tell, which I'll tell you later—just a heads-up.

I've been traveling for work these past few days, so the move, originally scheduled for the 18th, has been postponed to the morning of the 22nd. According to the original plan, when I get home, my wife should have already packed most of the things. I'll let my fourth aunt stay in the new house, while my wife, Ah Liang, and I will stay in the apartment I'm currently renting. This way, I can continue with my "plan."

As for Ah Liang's accommodation, we're moving at 4 AM tomorrow. His dormitory is far from my house, and I can't possibly make him get up at 3 AM and ride his old bicycle to my house; it wouldn't be polite either. Although I was still conflicted, afraid that he might go too far this time, I also thought that my arrangements were reasonable. This was just a way to comfort myself.

However, I got home around 1 PM and saw that the house was still a huge mess. I felt a surge of anger, but thankfully, my aunt's arrival made my excitement prevail. My aunt

helped my wife pack, and seeing the sweat on their faces softened my heart. I suddenly felt guilty and remorseful towards my secret affair with my wife.

To lighten their workload, I called over that idiot laborer, Ah Liang. We worked quickly until 7 PM, and most of the things in the house were packed. We then transported them to the new house by tricycle. Only the bedding for tonight's bed hadn't been packed yet, which I'd have to do at 4 AM tomorrow. It was a simple task; only the bed, TV, coffee table, and dressing table were left for the moving company to move. Of course, there was also a pot. According to our local custom, a dragon and a tiger are needed to carry the pot from downstairs to upstairs, symbolizing good fortune.
My wife, my fourth aunt, Ah Liang, and I ate together. Since the child had to go to school, we sent him to his aunt's house so as not to disturb her rest.

My fourth aunt cooked dinner. It had been years since I'd had authentic hometown flavors, and I wasn't as anxious as I was the day before packing. Although I had to get up early the next day, I still had a little wine, though less than the day before. My fourth aunt, whom I hadn't seen for years, hadn't changed her drinking capacity at all. Her face turned red after just one beer, but she looked even more beautiful. My lust was slowly growing. I thought, Ah Liang, that little lecher, is definitely going to get hard.
We chatted and ate for almost two hours. After so many years apart, and with such a big event as moving, even though we reminded ourselves not to drink too much, we still drank a little. My fourth aunt drank two bottles of beer, my wife three, I drank three ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and Ah Liang drank about half a jin (250ml)!

After dinner and watching TV for a while, it was about ten o'clock when I decided to go to bed. I had originally planned for my fourth aunt to sleep in the new house, but she said it wasn't necessary; she could stay here, and the two rooms would be spacious enough for her to get ready for chores in the morning. Because of the importance of gender separation, my wife and fourth aunt slept in our master bedroom bed, while Ah Liang and I squeezed into the single bed in the north room.

After undressing and lying down, Ah Liang and I turned off the light and lay down. My wife and fourth aunt's light was still on; the excitement of drinking and moving kept them talking and watching TV. Actually, I wanted to sleep inside to make it easier for Ah Liang to do his activities that evening, but my mind was still conflicted. When the moving company arrived, I would have to open the door, and I would have to get out of bed first.

I found myself this flimsy excuse to overcome my desire and sleep outside. More importantly, during this period of travel, from Shandong to Zhejiang, then to Inner Mongolia, Jilin, and Beijing, the distance I've covered is probably enough to circle half the Earth. Plus, I'm exhausted from a busy day, and with my fourth aunt here too, I figured A-Liang wouldn't be making any moves. Actually, I hadn't really planned out how things

would go; after all, things are beyond my control. But things always have their own trajectory, unaffected by human effort.
A-Liang and I had just turned off the lights for less than five minutes when my wife yelled at me, saying the TV had no signal and I needed to go check it.

Seriously, why watch TV instead of going to bed early? My whole body aches, and I just wanted to rest. I didn't even want to do my most exciting part—my wife-fixing—let alone go fix the TV. But what could I do? My wife is the second-in-command at home, and I'm the third oldest. So I got up and went to that room, wearing only my briefs.
When I got to the room, I glanced at the bed, and, to exaggerate a bit, I suddenly got an erection.
Two mature, alluring women lay half-naked on the bed, leaning against the wall. They wore only underwear, not fully exposed, but their slightly parted legs were incredibly alluring.

My wife was still wearing the same outfit she'd worn that afternoon for work; her pajamas and other clothes had been packed away. Now, she was only wearing her tight red underwear and her bra, which had been unhooked and hung loosely on her breasts, revealing most of them.

My aunt's underwear looked much more upscale than my wife's, perhaps because she was visiting relatives and dressed more formally, while my wife was dressed for work. But then again, my wife was always quite casual. My aunt was
also quite fashionable, wearing a set of semi-transparent lace underwear. Both women's breasts were rounder than they had been years ago. Perhaps this view is wrong; the time I saw her years ago, she was lying on the bed, her lace underwear clinging tightly to her lower abdomen. Although her abdomen was slightly protruding, it couldn't hide her beauty.

My fourth aunt's nickname back then was "Sun-Destroying Beauty," meaning she was fair-skinned and never tanned no matter how much sun she basked in. The thick, dark forest was vaguely visible; perhaps it would be clearly visible up close. Of course, there was a white cloth between her legs—I don't know how to describe it—but the two fleshy mounds were not visible.

I checked the TV; apparently, I had touched the cable on the set-top box while tidying up the DVD player that afternoon,
and it had finally fallen down. After fixing it, I went to bed, but seeing this, that "cuckolding" mentality took over again.

I went back to my and Ah Liang's room. Ah Liang went to the bathroom; I had an upset stomach from dinner, so I went to bed first. After waiting a few minutes and still not coming back, I went to the inner bed to sleep. Subconsciously, I told myself not to fall asleep too late; judging by this, Ah Liang would be making moves again tonight. Perhaps it was all fate's arrangement!
After a while, Ah Liang went to bed. A little later, the two mature women next door finally stopped talking and turned down the TV volume. But after waiting a while, I didn't hear the lights being turned off. I opened my eyes and looked at my watch; it was midnight. The TV light from over there was still flickering. Sigh, my wife, she's
watching TV again until the middle of the night. (I should probably

add

that my wife really loves watching TV, averaging until 1 or 2 AM, so forgetting to turn off the lights or the TV is a common occurrence.)

I don't know how much time passed in a daze, but I felt Ah Liang get out of bed. I squinted and saw that he had gone out the door and headed towards the bathroom, but it seemed he hadn't relieved himself; I didn't hear any water coming in. He then retreated to the doorway of the north room, observing me. I pretended not to move.

Seeing that I didn't react, he went to the master bedroom.

After waiting a few more minutes and seeing that he hadn't returned, I stood up, stood on the bed, and looked through the window between the two rooms.

The scene I witnessed is unforgettable, and the thrill it gave me was unparalleled. I believe it was equally thrilling for Ah Liang. For a man, taking advantage of one woman is a blissful thing; taking advantage of two women simultaneously is an even greater bliss. Taking advantage of a man's wife is even more blissful and thrilling, but taking advantage of that man's wife and his other female relatives at the same time is something extremely rare, and Ah Liang experienced it!

Like someone with a cuckold fetish, seeing their wife being taken advantage of is thrilling—being seen, touched, and fucked—but what a thrill and agonizing experience it would be to see their wife and a female relative simultaneously taken advantage of by the same man! And this wasn't just fantasy; someone was actually committing adultery with my wife and my aunt!

Things unfolded between my expectations and my reluctance, between my passive resistance and my attempts to stop it. Now, two men, four penises, all erect; two women, all half-naked.

On the bed, the two women sleep half-naked, each in a different pose, showcasing different facets of womanhood. My wife's arms were spread wide, her right hand loosely gripping the TV remote. Her bra was loosely bunched up on her breasts, seemingly about to burst, as if a gentle touch would release her two little rabbits. Her legs were spread at about a 30-degree angle, but her lower body was covered by a sheet. Her legs were cold, so she wasn't wearing pajamas and had tightly rolled the sheet around her legs, pressing the sides under her body.

My fourth aunt was sleeping on the inside of the bed, lying on her right side, facing the wall. Her hands were in front of her face. Because only the top one of the three clasps on the back of her bra was left, the entire bra was pulled up, revealing the lower half of her breast, snow-white. Her left leg was raised to level with her lower abdomen, her lace panties stretched taut, the flesh color partially hidden, very alluring. If it weren't for the small white cloth between her legs, her vulva would also be visible. Overall, her entire back, back, and buttocks were exposed to A-Liang. His wife's lower body was covered by the sheet, preventing him from seeing it twice before his fourth aunt presented it to him. Sigh, God's arrangement—he didn't even spare me a moment's peace.

Looking at A-Liang, he was barefoot; no wonder I couldn't hear him. He stood by the bed, facing the two half-naked goddesses, his penis pulled out of his pants, erect, head tilted. My previous observation was correct: not long, thin, with a rather large glans, bald. While not as long or thick as mine, it was the kind of large-headed penis I fantasized about in my cuckoldry fantasies. This was also what my husband told me during my first threesome: men's penises are basically divided into two types, and A-Liang's and mine each represent one type, except A-Liang's can only belong to one type but doesn't represent the others—it's a bit small. In the previous post, a friend said that he felt a little advantage because his penis was small, but I felt the opposite. I'd rather my wife let a big penis take advantage of her, like his. It has to be big; if it's not big, then he's a virgin, since my wife's vagina hasn't been touched by any other man. As for Ah Liang, he didn't have any of what I expected. At least, he should have some advantage over me, right? Sigh!

Ah Liang was trembling as he masturbated. Was it nervousness? Excitement? Thrill? Or a combination of all of these? Or was he planning how to enjoy these two mature women in bed? His plan was to play with their breasts first, then their vaginas, since the breast wrappings were easier to remove.

After a short pause, Ah Liang calmed himself down. He went to his wife first, gently pulling down her bra, revealing both her breasts. He stretched out both hands, fingers spread, and gently grasped them. Yes, he held both of her breasts. After a moment, he removed his hands, lowered his head, and sucked on both nipples. This, he thought, was the completion of his possession of the woman's breasts. Last time, he probably only had one at most! Yes, from now on, his wife's breasts could no longer be said to be exclusively his. Yes, Ah Liang had also possessed them, even if only briefly—oh, twice now. Last time, he wouldn't have enjoyed himself so much, at least not so much. Then he stood up, stroking his penis, looking at his wife's face, probably observing her reaction. He knew his wife's alcohol tolerance, knew she hadn't drunk too much—good, she didn't react. Should I say it was bad, that's the reaction a man should have? After all, it was his own wife being taken advantage of.

He glanced at his wife's lower body; the sheets were tucked in tightly. He reached out and touched the center of her crotch. Then, he moved away from his wife and went to the position opposite his fourth aunt. He leaned down, reached out, and touched between his fourth aunt's legs. He stood up again, looking at the two women on the bed. He could only touch his wife's breasts, truly touching the flesh, but he had already taken her breasts—perhaps it was a man's psychology—now he wanted to take his fourth aunt. To take his fourth aunt, he had to get on the bed. He hesitated for a few minutes, then quietly got on the bed and went to his fourth aunt's side. He looked at her bra and slowly reached his left hand under her arm. Very slowly, but slowly, it went in. Yes, half of his left hand was under her bra. Because her bra was tight, he probably couldn't touch her nipples. At this moment, his fourth aunt seemed to sense something and moved slightly. Ah Liang quickly withdrew his hand and stopped between the two mature women. Auntie Si stirred, turned around, and lay on her back. Sigh, she had moved because she felt the intrusion, and now her posture was exactly the same as my wife's, perfectly responding to the intrusion.

Seeing that Auntie Si didn't move, A-Liang tried to pull down her bra again, just like he had with his wife. Auntie Si's breasts were quite large, and the clasp on the back of her bra wasn't undone, so A-Liang couldn't pull it down. He observed Auntie Si's bra again, turned his head, and gently pulled up Auntie Si's left bra with his left hand, while his right hand gently slipped under the bra, presumably touching her nipple.

Then he slowly turned back to look at his wife, who was still in the same position, snoring.

A-Liang reached out his left hand and gently placed it on his wife's breast, remaining quiet and quietly enjoying the stimulation of simultaneously playing with the breasts of two mature women. This stimulation was multifaceted: the psychological stimulation of having two women with different relationships to him, and the physical stimulation of playing with two women at the same time.

Although his hands remained still, his eyes didn't stop looking. He glanced at his aunt's lower body and finally discovered a secret—he saw the barely visible pubic hair.

He abandoned her breasts, slowly rose, and squatted down beside her waist. He extended a finger and gently touched her vulva. Seeing no reaction, he moved between her legs, lay down, and supported himself with his hands to avoid pressing down on her. He slowly pushed his penis towards her opening. Yes, his penis finally touched his aunt's most private place. Although there was still a layer of cloth between them, the difference wasn't that big, was it? Just like wearing a condom, right? The warmth of her body through the cloth still reached Ah Liang's glans. Coupled with his nervousness and excitement, his body trembled again, and his glans pressed the cloth down slightly. I couldn't see it from my angle, but I estimated that with that pressure, the slit was definitely more obvious, and the tip of his glans, along with the cloth, had entered Fourth Aunt's slit, albeit only a tiny bit.

However, his movement was a bit too forceful, and Fourth Aunt reacted noticeably, reaching between her legs to touch herself.
Ah Liang was a little slow to react; his penis almost touched hers. He quickly took a large step, went to the floor, and squatted down.

Fourth Aunt touched herself, then turned over, lying on her right side to sleep.

Hearing no more movement, Ah Liang stood up, trembling, looking at the two mature women on the bed, constantly stroking his penis. He couldn't move Fourth Aunt anymore; if he did, she would definitely wake up. And his wife remained in the same position; he couldn't take any further advantage. Although Ah Liang was rather slow-witted, he still managed to grasp this point. Even slow learners can have flashes of brilliance.

His eyes darted back and forth between his aunt and wife, still looking unsatisfied. Wait, it seems he ejaculated. I watched as he tightly gripped his glans; yes, he ejaculated, into his palm, his penis shriveled up like a bean worm.

Seeing him about to leave, I turned to lie down and pretend to sleep, but he took two steps and stopped beside his wife. I stopped again to watch him.

Damn it, he was pulling at his shrunken penis, the glans still sticky, semen still seeping from his urethra, and he was trying to bring it to his wife's mouth. His wife was snoring, her mouth slightly open. Damn it, how was I supposed to kiss her like this? I couldn't see how deep his penis went into her mouth, because it was already shrunken, and to get it in, he had to bend over. Two things I can speculate on: first, when he penetrated her, her snoring stopped for a second or two; second, when I got up at four the next morning to move, I specifically looked at her mouth, and there seemed to be a drop of semen on it.

After her snoring resumed, knowing his penis was out of her mouth and he wouldn't do anything more, I lay down. He went to the bathroom, and when he returned to bed, he gave me a good look.

That's the end of the story. Some friends might think that without a hardcore fuck, it's not exciting enough. After all, reality is always different from what we imagine, right? This was already quite a shock. I only wanted him to lightly molest my wife, but he did it twice, and to a considerable degree. What's more, he even molested my aunt. There are always fewer lustful women than lustful men in the world, and I think most lustful women, if they woke up during Ah Liang's advances, wouldn't easily give themselves to him. As the saying goes, mutual attraction is key. Yes, after all, Ah Liang is just a sleazy, despicable man.
Because of our relationship, and because Ah Liang is definitely not a good guy, I won't give him another chance. The first two times were completely unintentional, while the second time I intentionally and passively facilitated it. But a more crucial factor was Ah Liang's audacity!

Although we dislike Ah Liang intensely, there was a deep-seated reason why I didn't stop him when I first discovered his lewd behavior. This reason stemmed from a story a friend told him about, which was also related to house renovations—I'll talk about that later. That was several years ago, before chat rooms on major websites were shut down. That incident greatly affected my wife, and it's related to how I ended up like this. It's also a plot point I often fantasize about.

And since this happened during renovations, I had to let my wife have her moment of psychological stimulation. I feel most sorry for my fourth aunt, but I think she'll forgive me. When I tell her story later, everyone will understand.

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