Wife and old lecher

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That evening, my wife cooked a few dishes. The three of us—my wife, the old lecher, and I—had a few drinks. As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid; it took some courage for them to drink right in front of me. Afterwards, we sat on the sofa watching TV. My wife and the old lecher chatted happily, completely ignoring me, their husband.
Frustrated and sleepy from the alcohol, I quickly fell asleep.

A terrifying scream woke me from my dream. It turned out the movie "Final Destination" was playing on TV. My heart pounded wildly, but I realized I was alone in the living room again. The bathroom light was off, and my wife's bedroom was dark, except for a sliver of light coming from the old lecher's room.
This old lecher's hand is healed, and my wife is still so dedicated to collecting semen?! I shook my still-dazed head and went to the old lecher's door.

"I'll take this pill, play with you, and you won't tell my husband?" My wife held up a pair of lace panties. The panties contained two boxes of pills.

"Niece, I never said I was going to tell your husband or anything. This medicine isn't mine. It couldn't have been bought by your husband, otherwise it wouldn't be in your bedroom, right?" The old lecher suppressed a smug laugh and said seriously.

"You dare?! If you dare, I'll tell my husband you raped me!" My wife placed the medicine and underwear on the bedside table and said fiercely. Only then did I notice two glasses of water on the bedside table. Could this have been prepared by the old lecher?

"Look at you! Niece! This is so distant! We're family, why are you talking like that? I really didn't mean anything by it. It's just, if this medicine were yours. If, I mean if, would you mind sharing this medicine with your uncle for a bit of fun?" The old lecher looked at my wife with a lewd grin.

"I can only get it for you like before!" My wife said, biting her lip.

"This—? Could you—?" The old lecher rubbed his hands together, looking at my wife with a fawning, expectant expression.

"No! If you do this, I'm leaving." His wife turned to leave.

"No! No! No!" The lecherous old man quickly grabbed his wife's delicate hand with his filthy one.

"Whatever you say," he said, opening the medicine box and taking out the medicine. He handed the medicine and water to his wife.

"Want to see me aroused? Fine. But even if I take the medicine and become aroused, even if I'm incredibly lewd, you can't take the opportunity to rape me or insert your ugly thing inside me. If you dare do it, I'll accuse you of rape. Understand?" His wife took the medicine and water and drank it all in one gulp.

The lecherous old man listened attentively, nodding repeatedly in agreement. Watching his wife finish the medicine, he took out his own and swallowed it.

"And—and even if I become aroused and willingly insert your thing, you absolutely cannot ejaculate inside me. Understand? If I get pregnant with your child, I'll have no choice but to jump off a building!" His wife wanted to say something in thanks, but after thinking for a moment, she swallowed it back.

I think my wife still vividly remembers the frenzy she went through with Xiao Wang after taking the drug last time. She should know the drug's effects very well, so she's probably afraid she won't be able to control it. After all, last time was complete indulgence, with absolutely no control whatsoever.

"Okay, okay! If you get too horny, I'll throw you into your husband's bed. Let your husband detoxify you," the old lecher said.

"You're that kind?" my wife asked skeptically.

"Of course, if my niece doesn't mind me helping you detoxify? -- Ouch—" The old lecher was interrupted by my wife's eagle claws before he could finish.

The two got into bed and sat facing each other. My wife reached out and grabbed the old lecher's large penis, slowly stroking it.
After ten minutes, the old lecher's large penis stood erect like a pillar, showing no sign of ejaculation. My wife's face gradually turned red, her cheeks flushed crimson. Suddenly, my wife leaned forward and pressed her lips to the old lecher's somewhat gray, aged, and dry lips, kissing him passionately.

Seeing his wife offer a kiss, the lecherous old man returned it without hesitation. Smacking sounds rang out between them. His long-dormant, filthy hands were not idle either. They slipped inside her nightgown, caressing her delicate body. His hands roamed over her breasts and back, finally pleasing the body he had longed for.

His wife twisted her waist, her legs parted, then tightened, rubbing back and forth. This scene often occurred when his wife needed to urinate. Was she in the throes of needing to urinate? Impossible! Then, I understood. Through the gap in her nightgown, I could see her panties were soaked through, and a small patch of the sheet beneath her was also wet.
The lecherous old man grabbed his wife. His savage lips left hers, kissing her earlobe. His tongue slipped into her ear canal, his large, yellow teeth gently biting her earlobe. Further down, he kissed her neck and shoulders, licking until she unconsciously moaned seductively.

Seeing his opportunity, the lecherous old man pulled his already aroused wife down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. He frantically began tearing at her nightgown.

His wife, beneath him, heaved rapid, seductive moans. She offered only one hand in token resistance to his tearing, while her other hand continued to stroke his large, erect penis, showing no sign of letting go, as if it were a precious treasure she couldn't bear to part with.

She struggled flirtatiously with one hand, her top tossed aside by the old man. Her bare upper body was exposed to his wolfish gaze. Her large, snow-white breasts, flushed with desire, were a sight to behold. The rosy areolas and firm nipples were the epitome of beauty.

And now, this picturesque body was being defiled by the old man. He bent down, his filthy old tongue licking his wife's nipple lightly, then sucking on it before tracing circles on the areola with his tongue.

This teasing only accelerated the effects of the aphrodisiac. His wife, aroused, grabbed her other breast with one hand, kneading it vigorously with her fingers; then, cupping the breast being licked by the lecherous old man, she cooperated with his tongue, playing with it even more enthusiastically.

The drug's potency far exceeded the old man's expectations. He propped himself up, watching his wife beneath him, completely out of control, writhing and rubbing her slender waist, her hands frantically kneading her breasts to satisfy her sexual desire.

She watched the old man's eyes darting back and forth. What wicked scheme was he plotting now? At this moment, his wife, in a daze, was like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Your underwear is too wet. It won't be good if your husband finds out when we get home. I'll take it off and put it on the bedside table to dry. You can wear it when we get home." The lecherous old man leaned down and asked his wife in her ear.
What? Worried about her underwear being too wet and her husband finding out? Isn't it normal for a woman's underwear to be a little wet? Even if it's ridiculously wet, just get a dry pair and change. An excuse! Just an excuse! Just a pretext to take off his wife's underwear.

After listening to the old man's nonsense, his wife opened her mouth but couldn't say a word, only panting softly. Finally, she nodded twice with difficulty.

After getting his wife's consent, the old man straightened up and reached down to pull down his wife's underwear.

Everyone knows that it's difficult to put on clothes when you've just taken a shower and your body is still wet. At this moment, his wife's underwear was already soaking wet, and her inner thighs were covered in vaginal fluid from rubbing. Therefore, it was very difficult to take off the underwear, and he could only move it down little by little.

Furthermore, his wife's lust was running high, and her legs involuntarily rubbed together more intensely. Finally, the lecherous old man had no choice but to use force to pry open her legs and pull down her panties.

He stared intently at his wife's sacred place. It couldn't be described as merely wet; it was overflowing with moisture. Her pubic hair was soaked with her juices, matted and glistening. Her vulva was brimming with fluid. Every wriggle his wife made caused even more fluid to spill from her vulva.

The wife, feeling empty and helpless, groaned. She grabbed the old lecher's head and pressed it against her cleavage, forcing him to kiss, lick, and even play with her breasts, which were swollen and red from the aphrodisiac.

But the old lecher had already grown tired of her breasts. His target was her genitals. There's a saying: to possess a woman, you must fill her empty lower body.

Although the old lecher had his mouth on his wife's nipples, his hands weren't idle. He forcefully spread her legs, inserting one leg between them, kneeling before her constantly gushing, wet genitals.

Realizing her legs were spread and she might be penetrated by the old lecher's large penis, she weakly resisted a few times, only causing a large amount of vaginal fluid to gush out, soaking a large area of the bedsheet. This, in turn, allowed the old lecher to insert his other leg as well.

After several struggles, the wife tried to bring her legs together, but the old lecher forcefully spread them apart. Her pink, overflowing vulva was forcibly exposed to him. Her

swollen, engorged clitoris emerged, glistening and erect, tempting him to lick it. Her labia, which should have protected her vulva, were now swollen and distended due to arousal, exposing the entrance to the air.

Copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed out with each tremor of her lower body, soaking her anus and wetting the sheets up to the old lecher's knees.

This rape-like violence, forcing her to display her vulva without reservation to her uncle, filled her with both shame and excitement. Her wide-open vulva gushed forth a stream of fluid, splashing onto the old lecher's large penis and legs.

The wife actually climaxed in this shameful position!

"This time, how come this medicine is so strong?! I—I—can't take it anymore! It's all your fault, you old bastard, forcing me to take it!" The wife's eyes were glazed over, her voice weak as she moaned.

"The sheets under my butt are soaked and sticky, it's so uncomfortable! Why does it keep leaking? Can you at least get me some tissues to wipe it off?" The wife complained irritably.

"The tissues are on the bedside table. How am I supposed to get them for you if you don't let go of my cock?" The old lecher said, thrusting his genitals.

"I don't care! Figure it out yourself." The wife, as if afraid the old lecher would take away his big lecherous penis, grabbed it with her other hand and started stroking it with both hands.

"How about I use my cock to plug it up for you?" The old lecher grinned, showing his big yellow teeth.

"Uncle, you're so naughty! How can you—ah!—but—ah—" The wife denied the old lecher's words, but as she spoke, they turned into a seductive and alluring tease.

I think my wife understood. Driven by the aphrodisiac, her aroused vagina was extremely empty, desperately needing something to fill it.

Normally, her own slender, white fingers would suffice. But now, her entire body was flushed a feverish pink from the aphrodisiac. Only a man's large penis could satisfy her.

And, coincidentally, she had just such a penis in her hand—her uncle's, a large, thick, erotic rod.

My wife's flushed face was filled with struggle. Her reason must have been reminding her to restrain herself, not to lose herself to the aphrodisiac, and absolutely not to use her uncle's penis to satisfy her empty vagina—that was incest!

But, involuntarily, my wife's hands pulled the hot, erotic rod towards her genitals. When the purplish-red, fiery glans touched her labia, her hips trembled uncontrollably with extreme excitement.

"Ah!—" With the trembling of her hips, the large glans slid back and forth between her labia, causing my wife to groan loudly. Even more vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina than during her previous orgasm. Before the glans even penetrated, my wife climaxed again! This aphrodisiac is truly potent.

"Niece, keep it down! If you're so loud, you'll call your husband, and we'll be finished! Keep it down, keep it down!" the old lecher anxiously reminded her. Even he had moments of fear?

But at this moment, my wife seemed to have lost her mind. No matter how much the old lecher reminded her, she seemed not to hear him, her mind only filled with the pleasure the large glans was giving her, and she was moaning with ecstasy.

The old lecher was afraid that if my wife continued to moan so loudly, she would wake me up, or even attract attention. He reached out and covered my wife's mouth. However, the moans still escaped from my wife's mouth, and with the old lecher covering it, it sounded more like she was being raped. I almost lost control of my bladder.

My wife gripped the old lecher's large penis with both hands, rubbing the large glans against her pink vulva. The large glans slid continuously from her clitoris down to her vaginal opening, and then back from her vaginal opening to her clitoris. The vaginal fluid in her vulva made the large glans glisten.

The old lecher was nearly driven mad by his wife's wanton way of leading his large penis around and rubbing it against him! His long-desired honey pot was right before him, but his weapon was in his niece's hands. All he could do was try to keep his large penis erect, hoping to slide half of it into his wife's vagina as it passed the entrance. He couldn't push it any further in, lamenting that his penis wasn't long enough.

In desperation, the old lecher grabbed his wife's breasts with both hands and roughly squeezed them.

Perhaps his hands had lost strength from holding them for too long, because his wife's left hand slipped away. The old lecher's eyes lit up. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his hips forward, and half of his large penis slid in.

"So good!—Niece—I'm finally in!" the old lecher screamed. He desperately tried to push his large penis in, afraid that his wife's hand holding it would pull it out.

"Ah!—" The wife's empty honey hole was suddenly penetrated by this huge, lewd rod. The large glans stretched open the tight flesh walls, instantly giving her an unprecedented sense of immense satisfaction. Although only half of the huge rod had entered, and only a little over half of the flesh walls had been stretched open, the wife's face was filled with bliss, as if she were floating on clouds.

The hand that was holding the huge rod and trying to stop it from going any further was trembling, sometimes wanting to let go, sometimes holding on tightly. Finally, the wife gritted her teeth, released her grip on the huge rod, and hugged the old lecher's waist tightly with both hands. The remaining part of the huge rod then slid down and went all the way in. A large amount of vaginal fluid was squeezed out of her honey hole, spraying onto the old lecher's crotch. His scrotum instantly became soaking wet.

"Ah!—Ah!—Uncle, how could you—put it in!—Your thing—is so hot—it's burning—it feels so good!—I'm going to die!—" the wife cried out incoherently.
"Niece, I finally got to fuck your little cunt again! So good! -- My niece's cunt is so tight, so hot, so good --" The old lecher rolled his eyes in pleasure.

His wrinkled buttocks thrust vigorously. My wife's legs were spread wide, forming an M shape, swaying with each thrust. The small gold chain on her ankle, a birthday gift from me this year, swayed with each thrust.

"Ah! -- Hmm! -- Oh! --" My wife moaned with pleasure.

"Ah oh! -- My niece's cunt is so tight! -- Almost, almost!" The old lecher pulled out his large penis and said. I think he meant he almost ejaculated. Such a beautiful woman, such a wonderful cunt, how could the old lecher bear to ejaculate so easily? With her cunt

empty, my wife opened her eyes, her face blank, and pouted, reaching for the old lecher's large penis. I thought my wife was just a slut who needed a big cock to whip her.

But the old lecher stopped her hand, leaned down and kissed her, his tongue greedily invading her mouth, and she responded passionately. The two kissed passionately like lovers in the throes of passion.

While kissing passionately, my wife's small hand secretly slipped between the old lecher's legs, about to grab his big, lecherous cock, but he grabbed it back.

"You're so annoying!" my wife said coquettishly. She playfully punched the old lecher's chest with her pink fist.

Seeing this scene, everyone would assume it's an older man and a younger woman, never imagining they're an uncle and niece committing incest!

"You've got me stuck in this mess. Hurry up!" the wife scolded the lecherous old man like a submissive daughter-in-law.
"Hurry up what?" the lecherous old man asked knowingly.

"Just hurry up! Hurry up! My lower body feels so empty, so uncomfortable! So itchy!" the wife pleaded eagerly.

"Good niece! You have to explain yourself! Tell me, and I'll do it," the lecherous old man said with a wicked grin.
"I want your, your, your big cock! Hurry up!" the wife said, her face flushed.

"But before you took the pill, didn't you say my big cock couldn't go inside your little pussy? What do you want it for?" the lecherous old man asked shamelessly.

"I, I, I don't care! I just want it!" she said, reaching out to grab it again, only to be dodged by the lecherous old man.
"You want a dick? Your husband's dick is in that room. I'll carry you to find your husband's big dick, okay?" The old lecher said, reaching to pick up his wife.

"No! No! I don't want my husband's dick! I want your big dick!" The wife pushed away the old lecher's hands, shouting.

"Is this okay?! Isn't a woman's vagina only for her husband to fuck? Besides, I'm your uncle. If my dick goes into your vagina, that's incest!" The old lecher stroked his wife's mons pubis with one hand.

"No way! My vagina is my own body. I can let whoever I want fuck it. You are my husband now, my uncle, my good husband. I not only like sex, but I also like incest!" Saying this, the wife moved the old lecher's dirty hand down to her vulva, rubbing his hand against her genitals.

"Niece, you're amazing! You're so slutty, a real slut, wanton to the bone. Today's aphrodisiac has unleashed all your lust! I absolutely love you, my whore-like niece!" The old lecher didn't hold back, vigorously rubbing her pink labia, getting his fingers wet as well.

"Ah!—Oh!—I'm a whore. I'm not only going to have incest with my uncle, I'm going to have incest with my dad, and my father-in-law too. Ah!—All the elders in the family, they're going to come and fuck my little cunt! Ah—I'll give you a bunch of sons, and then have incest with them, letting their little dicks go back to the cunt where they were born!" My wife was like a madwoman, spewing out incoherent, lewd words.

But to me, it was so exciting. I even looked forward to witnessing such a scene. Am I going crazy?!

"Your uncle has never married. This is the first time I've ever heard someone call me 'husband,' and it's such a beautiful woman like you! Call me 'husband' a few more times!" The old lecher leaned down and kissed his wife's earlobe, whispering in her ear. His fingers were restlessly rubbing his wife's sensitive clitoris.

"Husband! Husband! Husband! Dear uncle husband! Big cock husband! Mmm! -- I can't take it anymore! Your wife's little cunt can't take it anymore! Husband! -- Fuck me! -- Fuck your cunt wife to death! --" His wife screamed wildly and wantonly.

He had never seen his wife so lewd, and this version of his wife felt somewhat unfamiliar to him!

"Good! -- Good! -- Good! -- Wife! -- My good wife! -- Good daughter-in-law! -- Good!" The old lecher was extremely excited, constantly shouting "Good!"

He grabbed his wife's ankles and put her legs on his shoulders. He held his large penis in one hand and aimed it at her wet and sticky cunt. With a thrust of his lower body, his large penis entered her extremely empty cunt with a soft "plop."
"Ah!—" The couple simultaneously let out satisfied groans.

"Wife!—Your cunt feels so good!—Fuck!—Fuck!—" The old lecher thrust rapidly.

He gripped his wife's slender, white thighs, his mouth lightly kissing her calves, all the way down to her delicate feet. Finally, he even took her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop, making a smacking sound.

"Husband!—You're so good at fucking!—Gently!—Gently!—I'm going to be fucked to death!—Big-cocked uncle husband!—I'm going to die!—I'm going to be fucked to death!—Harder!—Fuck me harder!—Fuck your cunt wife to death!" His wife moaned dazedly.

The veins on her fair hands bulged as she haphazardly scratched at the old lecher's wrinkled back, leaving red marks. Her fair, tender legs lifted excitedly, wrapping around the old lecher's waist, swaying with the thrusting of his large penis.

"Wife, I'm going to cum! Cum inside your little cunt! Cum through your uterus! Cum your belly big! Give your uncle a baby!" the old lecher said, panting heavily as he thrust forcefully.

"Okay! Cum! Cum inside my little cunt! Cum my belly big! Ah!—I'll give you a son. Ah!—A grandson too! Cum!—" his wife moaned urgently, as if she was about to climax.
Such incestuous words coming from his wife's mouth almost made me ejaculate.

"Alright! Slutty wife! Slutty niece! Come and receive your uncle's semen!" the old lecher roared, thrusting his hips forward.

"Ah!—" his wife also moaned softly, her hips trembling as she reached the peak of her climax.
The old lecher lifted his wife's thighs, making her honey hole stick up high. When the old lecher reluctantly withdrew his large penis from his wife's honeypot, not a single drop of semen was left, only a tiny bit clinging to the head of his penis.
Only when the old lecher was exhausted and put his wife down did the milky white, viscous semen gush out of her honeypot like a flash flood, forming a large puddle beneath her buttocks.

So much semen, poured into her vagina for so long, was enough to get her pregnant ten times over! What if my wife really got pregnant with the old lecher's incestuous child? If it was a girl, the sins of the father would be visited upon the child, and I would definitely fuck her tender little cunt until it was ruined.

After a while, my wife covered her cunt and got up to leave. I quickly lay back down on the sofa, pretending to sleep. I saw my wife emerge naked, clothes in her hands, her breasts heaving, and run into the bathroom.

The old lecher lay on the bed, panting weakly, completely oblivious to the wet sheets beneath him. Soon after, he began snoring and fell asleep! Even I couldn't handle this kind of torment, let alone an old geezer like him!

Lying on the sofa, eyes closed, the television emitted the sounds of men and women moaning and clothes rubbing together. The bed creaked and shook. This made my large penis erect again; I could even feel the glans breaking free from the foreskin, hard and pressing against my underwear, causing a slight pain.

My mind was filled with the lewd images of my wife and that old lecher having sex. The sounds weren't from the television, but coming from the bedroom—obscene, wanton, and vulgar.

I had to release! My burning desire desperately needed an outlet, or it would burn me alive. And the best antidote was right there in the bathroom, in my slutty wife's. Not that I wanted to call her that, but that's what she called herself.

I went to the bathroom door. Through the crack, I saw a graceful, beautiful figure inside. Water droplets fell on her jade-like skin, flowing down, across her cleavage, over her pubic hair, and down her jade-like legs. This is my wife? That wanton wife? Yet now she's like a young girl.

Then, this beauty is shattered. My wife spreads her legs, rubs two fingers between her labia a few times, then inserts them into her honeypot, stirring them inside. This elicits soft moans from her, a slight pain in her voice. When those two fingers are withdrawn, they bring with them a considerable amount of yellowish-white, viscous liquid, dripping down between her fingers.

Is that the old lecher's semen left inside my wife?! Didn't it all flow out in one go on the bed? How come so much is still inside my wife?

Thinking about the folds of flesh inside my wife's vagina, it wasn't just for pleasing a man's penis, but also for preserving his semen so she could conceive more easily. I figured there were still quite a few of that lecherous old man's seeds stored in those folds. If she got pregnant soon, it would very likely be his bastard child!

No! I couldn't allow that! How could my wife's hands be so clean! I would use my penis to clean her vagina, use my semen to wash away the traces of that lecherous old man inside her.

I flung open the bathroom door. My wife was startled, instinctively turning her back and grabbing a towel to wrap around herself. When she turned back and saw it was me, her expression was extremely unnatural, but she quickly calmed down. She wiped her semen-covered hands behind her back on the towel.

"You scared me to death! Didn't you even knock?" my wife said, still shaken.

"I missed you!" I said, picking up my wife's bra from the old clothes rack beside me and taking a deep breath. The air was thick with my wife's milky scent.

"Pervert! You're going to kill me!" my wife shoved her bra away

, her voice a soft, coquettish squeak. I seized the opportunity, pulling her into my arms and kissing her peach-like lips. My hands weren't idle either, caressing her ample, shapely buttocks through the soft towel. My wife's eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling unnaturally, revealing her unease.

She was still angry from the earlier fright, struggling, but it was meaningless to me. The friction from her forceful resistance only fueled my desire, more like flirting.
I suspected the aphrodisiac hadn't worn off yet, because I noticed her body, wrapped in the towel, was starting to heat up, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her struggles lessened, her heavy breathing punctuated by soft, unconscious moans.

Gradually, her small, delicate hands stopped pushing me away, instead wrapping around my neck, her tongue deftly slipping into my mouth. This, in turn, stirred an inexplicable restlessness within me.

I ripped my wife's bath towel off, the fallen towel piling up at her ankles, revealing her naked, jade-like body. I quickly pulled off my own clothes as well.

My hands caressed her smooth, white waist. My swollen, purplish-red glans slid against her smooth, jade-like lower abdomen with each thrust.

Suddenly, a flicker of panic crossed my wife's face. She feigned shyness, covering her chest with her hands and tightly clamping her legs together.

But nothing escaped my eyes. I had already seen it; there was a faint hickey left by that lecherous old man on her left breast. And the reason she tightened her legs was because a trace of white fluid was leaking from between her legs.

My seemingly innocent wife, naked in the bathroom with her husband, her tightly closed legs leaking another man's semen. What humiliation for me, her husband! You like sex? I'll give you some!

"Honey, I'm a little cold! Shall we go back to the room?" my wife said against her will. In reality, tiny beads of sweat were already forming on her forehead.

I ignored her, no longer treating her as my wife. She was just a sexy, alluring, seductive slut who needed a man's penis to penetrate her.

I violently yanked away my wife's hands covering her large breasts, bent down, and sucked hard on the hickey. My wife was terrified by my rough actions, her body stiffening. I only stopped when my mouth ached from sucking; by then, the area was a deep, blood-red stain. Only then did I see my wife looking at me timidly, her stiff body trembling uncontrollably.

"Honey—" my wife's voice trembled, managing only to utter "honey.

" "These snow-white, alluring rabbits, pink areolas, cherry-like nipples, how perfect! I'll give you a stamp!" I said, forcefully poking my index finger into the blood-red hickey.

"Ugh!—" my wife groaned in pain, her eyes filled with even more fear.

Her face, originally flushed from the aphrodisiac, was now contorted unnaturally.

"Come on! Wife! It's time for your real husband to have some fun!" I said meaningfully. Holding my wife's waist, I turned her around and made her bend over to hold onto the sink.

I held my large penis and laboriously squeezed the glans into my wife's tight and hot honey hole. The sensitive glans was enveloped by the fleshy walls of my wife's honey hole, feeling incredibly comfortable, an indescribable pleasure. I could feel my wife's honey hole sucking my penis deeper.

I continued to push, my penis pushing further in, the folds of flesh inside my honey hole like a massage for my little brother. The most alluring thing about my wife's tight honey hole was that it was difficult to go in and difficult to pull out, as if it were a bottomless pit, sucking my penis in. Every time the glans was about to be pulled out of the honey hole, the little opening was like a clever little mouth, sucking, making me reluctant to pull out.

And this exquisite honeypot, my wife had shared with someone else. You slut! I'll beat you to a pulp! Thinking this, I began to thrust mercilessly, my lower body slapping against my wife's sexy, upturned buttocks like a pile driver, the sounds echoing in the bathroom.

My wife's head was lowered, her eyes closed, her pair of snow-white breasts bouncing back and forth with my thrusts.
There was no stopping, no nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, only frenzied, lustful thrusting, and my wife's slightly painful yet ecstatic moans.

As more and more of her juices were drawn from my wife's honeypot by my penis, I smelled an increasingly strong, pungent, fishy odor. It was the smell of that old lecher's semen left in my wife's honeypot!

A sense of humiliation welled up within me, but my penis didn't shrink; instead, it became even harder, the glans swollen as if it were about to burst. A tingling numbness ran through my lower body, and I quickly thrust a few more times, sending my scalding semen deep into my wife's honeypot.

After ejaculating, I felt no longer sexually aroused, and instead, I became completely sober! How could I have treated my wife like that? How could I have been so rough? I—I—I pulled out my penis, wiped myself with a tissue, and naked, fled back to the bedroom.

[The End]

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