Helping my wife find love

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Helping My Beloved Wife Find Love (
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My wife and I met eight years after I graduated. I had surgery for acute appendicitis. After the anesthesia wore off, I was in excruciating pain, sweating profusely, when a hospital trolley was wheeled into the ward. "Tang Zhenying, bed number 23." "Bed 23? My next roommate. Looks like I have a neighbor now." I turned my head, and a pale-faced elderly woman came into view. She must have just had surgery. "Mom, you must get better... Waaah..." A tear-streaked face appeared before me. For a moment, my brain short-circuited. A slender, graceful figure, narrow shoulders, a delicate waist, willow-leaf eyebrows—she looked like a lady straight out of a traditional Chinese painting. The lines from Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret," "Her face was like a lotus, her eyebrows like willows," suddenly flashed into my mind. I felt the pain in my body suddenly disappear... "Little Tang, don't worry, your mother will get better." "Thank you, Brother Wu. I don't know how to thank you enough for your help these past few days." "Hmm, how are you going to thank me? Let me think," I said, feigning seriousness, and whispered in her ear, "How about you repay me with your body, hmm?" "Hmph, I knew you had ulterior motives, you filthy old scoundrel, I'll hit you..." A large pillow flew over... "Uh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, beautiful Tang, please stop hitting me, I beg for mercy..." "Aunt Tang, help!" "Jun Jun, stop it, your Brother Wu's injury hasn't fully healed." And so, during the days I shared a hospital room with Tang Zhenying, I met her daughter—Tang Jun, a girl as beautiful as a dream, who was eighteen years old that year.
Tang Jun was born into a single-parent family. Her mother was a mid-level manager at the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in the city, and she was raised single-handedly by her mother. Tang Jun attended a vocational school specializing in banking in the city. Her father left her and her mother when she was three years old. He had an affair, and that woman gave birth to a boy. Just like that, her father and that woman left and never appeared again... The New Year arrived with the sound of firecrackers. Before I knew it, I had been taking care of the mother and daughter for a year. During that time, my nerves were always on edge. Every day, I prepared meals and delivered them to bed number 23, picked Tang Jun up from and took her to and from school, and personally drove her home after her evening self-study session. I felt like I was living in a honey pot, and I could even wake up smiling in my dreams... "Godmother, have an apple," I said, holding a peeled apple. "Okay, you can put it here." "Me too," a hand reached out unceremoniously from the side. "Alright, alright, I'll peel it for you, my dear Princess Tang." "You child," Aunt Tang, lying on the bed, smiled as she looked at me... During my hospital stay, I successfully won over the hearts of the mother and daughter, and I recognized Aunt Tang as my godmother. "Jun Jun, go out for a moment, I have something to say to your older brother." "What is it? Why are you being so mysterious?" Tang Jun pouted and walked towards the door. She was wearing a black t-shirt, her straight hair was casually tied in a ponytail, and a pair of Korean-style slim-fit denim shorts highlighted her two straight and slender legs. I suddenly felt a nosebleed and quickly turned around. "Godmother, what's wrong?"
"Xiao Wu, do you like my Junjun?" "Yes, Godmother, believe me, my feelings for Junjun are genuine." "Sigh, I can see it. I've seen everything you've done for us this past year, and I've seen your character. Junjun is a pure and kind child. You must treat her well in the future." "Godmother, don't worry, I will be good to Junjun for the rest of my life..." When my wife graduated and started working at her mother's bank, we got married. That year, she was only nineteen, and I was thirty-two.
On our wedding night, I finally truly possessed her. As I caressed my beautiful wife's smooth, long thighs, and thrust my hard, explosive penis deep into her flower garden, listening to her plaintive moans, and gazing at the plum blossom-like virgin blood on the white sheets, at that moment, I felt as if I possessed the world.
Like all newlyweds, we didn't miss any opportunity to be intimate. We'd make love two or three times a night, and sometimes even during the day at home, a single glance between us could ignite a spark, and we'd immediately undress and roll around naked together. During that time, as soon as I got home at night and saw my wife's beautiful face, my penis would immediately become as hard as an iron rod… A year later, we had a child, a lovely daughter. My mother-in-law passed away that same year; it turned out she had late-stage ovarian cancer, which she had kept from us… After having children, most of my energy shifted to them and my work. My law firm's business flourished, and I replaced my four-year-old Honda with a BMW Q5. I also bought a 200-square-meter duplex in the newly developed Riverside Garden. Every day, I drove to work and picked up my wife from get off work, my life as regular as clockwork. The passion between us gradually faded. My wife remained as beautiful as ever, but I seemed to have lost that fiery passion. Our sex life decreased, and we seemed to have lost our feeling in bed, often finishing in just a few minutes. During this time, I tried to recapture the feeling of our honeymoon, trying to create some unexpected little surprises. My wife would laugh and scold me, saying we were an old married couple. She's doing the same thing again. I can tell she still likes it, but I can sense a quiet satisfaction in her eyes when she looks at me, a lack of initial passion... The uneventful days passed by like this. When my daughter turned three, I entrusted her to my parents in B city. The elderly couple were lonely in their later years and were happy to help take care of the child. My daughter started kindergarten in B city, and my wife and I would go back to visit them every holiday.
After my daughter moved in with her grandmother, the mischievous little one was gone. When I came home at night, I no longer heard her crying. Before, her antics at home often gave me a headache, but now it felt like something was missing. I started thinking about what I should do at night… I had a career, love, and my child was in school. From then on, my nightlife was like most city men: I often went to bars, played mahjong, and chatted with friends while watching the sexy women in the bars. I started coming home later and later…
(II) In these somewhat uneventful days, until three years after our marriage, I went on a business trip to the city of my college classmate. This wasn't unusual; the probability of infidelity between classmates is highest. We drank a lot together, and then she came to my hotel with me. We chatted absentmindedly for a while, but there wasn't much substance to it—just reminiscing about college life and other nonsense. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, and we just stared at each other.
I don't know who started it, but we suddenly hugged each other, kissing and caressing passionately. I frantically ripped off her business suit, panties, and bra, and soon she was naked in front of me like a little lamb. Her figure was far inferior to my wife's; after more than ten years apart, there was a noticeable roll of fat around her waist. But I felt an inexplicable excitement; my penis felt like it was about to explode. The air was filled with a faint scent different from my wife's, along with a faint musky smell. I took a deep breath, lifted her thighs, and without foreplay or a condom, I thrust deeply into her. I entered her, thrusting my hips hard, watching her two white, bouncing breasts, listening to the increasingly loud moans of the young woman before me. My nerves were in a state of extreme excitement, my penis thrusting in and out relentlessly, white foam clinging to her slightly dark labia. My erect penis could feel the throbbing of her vaginal walls. This place would never have belonged to me; only her husband's penis could legally and morally unrestricted penetrate it. Now, deeply inserted inside was a strange, veiny penis—mine. Suddenly, I experienced a completely new kind of pleasure, one I had never felt with my wife. This time, I thrust for over 20 minutes before biting her ear and ejaculating into her uterus. That night, we tried various positions and postures, finally falling asleep exhausted in the early hours of the morning…
…This thrilling affair continued for over half a year, giving me a sense of satisfaction I had never experienced before, if her husband hadn't found out… During those six months, I noticeably neglected my wife. I could sense she must have noticed, but she said nothing. She simply went to work, came home, went shopping, and called my parents and daughter. After breaking off my relationship with my classmate, I felt incredibly guilty facing my quiet and gentle wife. Out of a desire to atone, I often helped with housework and treated her with extra tenderness for a while.
However, the thrill often lingered in my mind, and before long, my infatuation returned. In the following year, I had many private affairs with other women. Before long, I had a regular mistress. I spent most of my energy on my mistress's belly. Sometimes I was powerless to respond to my wife's hints and needs. Sometimes I would finish in a few minutes like handing in homework. My wife was like a beautiful vase placed at home. Anyway, she belonged to me, so I didn't need to care too much. But I had to coax that seductive mistress. As a result, I spent less and less time with my wife, and our communication became less and less. The neglect became more and more serious. I didn't realize that my wife was only twenty-three years old this year. For most girls of that age, they may have just graduated from college. I didn't realize this. I was juggling between my wife and mistress, enjoying the bliss of having both a wife and a concubine. I was very happy... (III) Women don't actually need solid evidence for a man's infidelity. Their intuition is the most reliable evidence. I thought that the lie I wove was flawless and that my wife didn't know that I had another woman.
I realized this on my wife's 24th birthday, the day I returned from a business trip. Without telling her, I wanted to surprise her… After getting off the plane, I went straight to a flower shop, bought a bouquet of bright red roses and a red date-flavored birthday cake—her favorite—and hailed a taxi, rushing home. The taxi driver, seeing the large bouquet of roses in my hand, smiled and said, "For your lover?" "No, not at all, for my wife." "Haha, these days, there aren't many good men like you." "That's right, haha," I replied casually, my heart already flying home.
When I drove up to the apartment building, I checked my watch. It was past 8:00. My wife should be home by now. She goes to the gym to practice yoga and doesn't get back until 7:30 every day. She's probably showered by now and is reading in bed. I pictured her lying in bed, holding a book, looking so relaxed…
I took a deep breath, imagining the look of surprise on her face when she sees me. I climbed up to the sixth floor, inserted the key, and gently opened the door. A pungent smell of sweaty sneakers wafted towards me. Turning my head, I saw a pair of large, greyish-white men's sneakers haphazardly placed on the shoe rack. I frowned. "A guest?" As far as I knew, my wife didn't have any particularly close male friends. There was no one in the living room either. Hmm... After calming my racing heart, I heard faint moans and hissing sounds like eating ice cream coming from the bedroom. The bedroom door was ajar, a small crack letting in the dim pink light. "Cheating," the word flashed through my mind, followed by a dizzying sensation, as if I'd been struck a heavy blow. A moment of blankness, a jumble of thoughts, followed. Taking a deep breath, I cautiously approached the crack in the bedroom door... Clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor: a man's black t-shirt, and a woman's business suit, flesh-colored stockings, and bra—all familiar to me. On my wife's and my bed, a man with a tanned complexion... Lying on the large bed in a V-shape, moaning comfortably, my wife was kneeling between my hairy black legs, her plump, white buttocks raised, licking my penis with relish. The veiny shaft was covered in her saliva, glistening under the pink bedside lamp. Her long hair obscured her familiar face, making it impossible to see her expression… Seeing this, a burning rage ignited in my chest, relentlessly searing my wildly beating heart. "Damn it, I'm going to kill them!" a voice screamed in my head. "Kill them? Charge in?" Suddenly, scenes of my wife and I meeting and falling in love flashed through my mind like a movie, every little detail of our life together over the years, my first time… I was caught in a passionate encounter with my college classmate in bed, and all I could think about was how I'd neglected my wife these past few years… I clutched my hair in anguish. "Are you getting revenge on me, Junjun…" I could imagine that if I went in, my wife might suffer a mental breakdown, and there would be no turning back between us… "Oh, that feels so good, baby. Get your tongue moving too, and don't let your hands be idle either, rub my balls… Yes, that's it, don't stop." Just as I was wallowing in self-pity, the guy spoke up. Judging from his voice, he wasn't young. "Oh, oh, oh, like that, it feels so good, baby. Looks like you don't give oral sex often, oh…" I calmed down, pondering how to resolve the situation, while coldly glancing at the bed. The guy was squinting, moaning comfortably, while my wife was intently licking his glans. Both were so engrossed in their work that they didn't notice someone standing in the doorway. The guy's penis was of average length, but seemed a bit thicker than mine, looking quite robust. The glans was purplish-red, glistening with his wife's saliva. Under his guidance, his wife's tongue circled the glans, while her left hand gripped his penis and stroked it up and down. Her fair right hand gently massaged his testicles. His wife's snow-white buttocks were also glistening, and the pubic hair on her vulva clung wetly to her labia majora, apparently having been licked by him as well… "Oh, oh, that feels so good. You learn so quickly. Okay, that's enough." "Baby, I can't hold back anymore, lick a little longer, I'm about to cum," the guy said, flipping over and pinning his naked wife beneath him. "Baby, let's do it from behind." "Mmm, condom." I only heard my wife hum through her nose. "Mmm, I know, it's always so troublesome... Mmm, like this, lie down." The guy quickly put on a condom and positioned his wife in a kneeling position. His wife's face was buried deep in the mandarin duck pillow, her pert buttocks sticking up high. From behind, you couldn't see his slender waist. Hmm, this guy's muscles are pretty solid. Did my wife meet him at the gym? I seemed to have a clue... Looking at the snow-white, slender female body before me, "Slap, slap," the guy smugly patted his wife's high, plump buttocks, exclaiming, "Tsk tsk, baby, your figure is amazing, you really can't tell you've had children." My wife's body trembled slightly. "Don't rush," he said, grasping his engorged penis and aiming it at my wife's wet vulva, teasing her wet clitoris with the glans, not in a hurry to penetrate. My body trembled slightly. "It's going in, I have to stop it..." "What's the use of stopping it? Is this their first time? If you rush in like this, how will things end?" At this moment, my soul felt as if it had been split in two. In this intense torment, a strange and extremely strong pleasure filled my entire body. I found my penis was terribly hard, and deep down, I seemed to be secretly anticipating that guy's penetration... "Ah, oh!" Just as I was in a daze, I quickly looked towards the bedroom and saw that the guy's glans had slowly squeezed in halfway, and then he began to rub against my wife's clitoris, labia minora, and vaginal opening. My wife's two pink labia were stretched wide open, and then instantly withdrew, with strands of lustful fluid slowly flowing from the lewd cleft. My wife seemed unwilling to accept this teasing, and her snow-white buttocks swayed from side to side, "Hehe."
Seeing his wife's impatience, the guy grinned wickedly and placed his monstrous penis between her buttocks. He squeezed her white, pert buttocks with both hands and began thrusting. With the friction of his penis, her pink, alluring vulva dripped with moisture, and her whole body trembled slightly… After playing like this for a while, the guy stopped. "Baby! I'm coming!" A "plop…!" sound, like a balloon popping, was followed by his wife's muffled moan, "Ugh…!" Her voice seemed to carry a sense of liberating pleasure… My brain felt dizzy for a moment. "Finally in!" A strange excitement made my penis feel like it was about to explode. I stared, mesmerized, at the thick, dark penis firmly inserted between my wife's pink vulva. I let out a soft sigh, as if relieved.
The young man's penis was fully inserted, his abdomen pressed tightly against his wife's plump, pert buttocks. He didn't thrust, but instead hissed softly, "You're such a beauty, I almost came as soon as I put it in..." He pressed down on his wife's snow-white buttocks, took another deep breath, and began to slowly thrust in and out. He thrust very slowly, each time slowly withdrawing his glans until it reached the entrance of his wife's vagina, then forcefully and quickly thrusting it in again, each thrust accompanied by an extremely loud "slap...!" sound. His wife would let
out a soft "uh. "
The young man thrust in and out like this for dozens of times, then suddenly accelerated his thrusting. His scrotum slapped against his wife's long, snow-white thighs, making "slap slap...!" sounds.
Accompanying the young man's intense thrusting, his wife let out increasingly rapid muffled moans, "Ah, uh, ah, uh..." The moans further stimulated the young man's nerves, making him thrust even more frantically.
I could clearly see the tender flesh of my wife's vagina being stretched open, turning in and out with the man's frantic thrusting of his penis. Milky white, glistening vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, running down her perineum to her thighs...! Below their joined parts, a wet patch was constantly expanding... that grotesque penis was covered in white foam, utterly lewd.
While rapidly thrusting into her protruding, snow-white buttocks, the young man reached out and grabbed his wife's hands, pulling her upper body towards him until it formed a perfect crescent shape. He was like a wild, untamed rider, mercilessly wielding his thick, dark penis. "Crack, crack, crack..." each lash more brutal than the last, trying to tame the stubborn, beautiful horse beneath him. His wife's head was held high, her mouth slightly open, her expression seemingly pained. Her firm breasts swayed with each thrust, her pink nipples erect... Watching the intense lovemaking in the bedroom, I don't know when I pulled out my own penis and began frantically stroking it. I felt a dull ache in my chest, but also a strange excitement; it felt as if all the blood in my body had rushed to my penis.
After thrusting for seven or eight minutes, the guy seemed tired. He rolled over, pinning his wife beneath him. Looking at her long, white legs, he swallowed hard, straightened up, and hoisted her slender, beautiful legs onto his shoulders. He ran his hand over her vulva a few times, stroked his still-erect penis, adjusted his position, and pressed his buttocks down deeply. From my angle, it looked as if my wife's body was folded in two, her slender legs pressed against her firm breasts, her pert buttocks raised high, and a thick, dark penis deeply inserted into her pink vulva. All I could see were two dark testicles swaying slightly. "Plop, plop," the guy's firm buttocks slammed against her. He pressed his long, white legs against his wife, pressing her delicate feet against her head. From my angle, my wife's pert, snow-white buttocks were exaggeratedly raised high, and a thick, dark penis was repeatedly thrusting in and out of the pink slit in the center of her buttocks. Each time, the guy would thrust in all the way to the hilt, slowly withdrawing, then thrusting in again like a sharp sword, bringing up rings of white foam. His mouth wasn't idle either; while thrusting, he was also sucking on my wife's breasts, making smacking noises. He seemed to really like my wife's pear-shaped breasts, licking and biting her nipples. "Tsk tsk, baby, I really can't tell you're a married woman. These breasts smell so good, tsk tsk." "That body. The feel of that skin, um. It's fucking tight. It
feels so good." The wife was now in a daze, her hands gripping the young man's sweaty back tightly, her head thrashing from side to side, her moans rising and falling with his thrusts. Her body flushed red; I knew it was a sign of her impending climax… The young man's breathing grew heavier, his thrusts faster and harder, like a pile driver, the bed creaking under the strain. "Ah, ah, I'm almost there!" With one last heavy thrust, the young man's hips pressed firmly against the wife's full, white buttocks, his buttocks jiggling, his thighs convulsing like a seizure. "Ah…" the wife cried out in a high-pitched voice; it seemed they had reached climax together. Seeing this scene, I could no longer hold back. Trembling, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto the floor… The bedroom suddenly fell silent, save for the soft breathing of the young man and my wife. Exhausted, I leaned against the wall by the bedroom door, staring blankly at the ceiling in the living room. A strange emptiness lingered in my heart. Would my wife leave me? Without a doubt, I loved my wife. I had never thought of separating from her. I was more than ten years older than her. In my eyes, she was sometimes more like a playful and beautiful daughter. When I coaxed or lied to her, wasn't it just like coaxing our mischievous daughter, Nannan? Sometimes, my wife would imitate our daughter and play little pranks. At those times, I would deliberately put on a fierce face and say, "I'll spank you, you little brat!"
My wife would laugh mischievously and run away, "?? You're so fierce, Daddy, husband…" Looking back, the flame of love between us had burned out. After we got used to each other, what remained between us was a blood-related kinship.
"Hey, I'm telling you, we've gone this far, why won't you let me kiss you?" The guy's voice came from the bedroom, interrupting my reverie. "No reason, I just don't like it," my wife's cold voice drifted out. "You... we've already done it, why are you pretending to be virgins!" The guy seemed a little dissatisfied. "You men are all so self-righteous!" My wife seemed a little agitated. There was a moment of silence in the bedroom. "I really don't understand you women, you've already done it but won't kiss," the guy muttered softly. "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was wrong, alright..." "Brother Ma, my husband will be back in a few days." "I won't contact you again. We agreed beforehand that we both have families, and you're a father of two. Continuing like this will only hurt our loved ones. I don't want to betray my husband anymore..." The wife suddenly began to sob softly. "Don't cry, don't cry. Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. In a few months, I'll be going back to my hometown in Yunnan. I'm getting old, and I can't work as a fitness instructor for many more years. It's time to go back. I've saved up some money after all these years of working hard in the city. I'm planning to open a farm back home and be my own boss." "Hey, my wife may not be as good as you city girls, but she's still the most beautiful woman in our area. I don't want her to be taken by someone else," the guy said, then his tone turned lewd. "To be honest, I really can't bear to part with you. I never thought I'd get to sleep with a woman as beautiful as you in my life. Hehe, especially when you're in your husband's bed and he's making his wife moan and groan. Tsk tsk, that feeling is just amazing..." "You still dare to say that..." the wife seemed both ashamed and angry. "Ah, don't hit me, don't hit me, I was wrong," the guy cried out.
"You son of a bitch, you're asking for it," I cursed inwardly as I heard the kid's words. But at the same time, the image of that kid's thick, dark penis thrusting in and out of my wife's pink vulva flashed through my mind. I could almost hear my wife's moans, high and low, accompanying the creaking of the bed. My penis, uncooperatively, became as hard as an iron rod... "Brother Ma, do you have enough money to open a breeding farm?"
"If that's not enough, I have a card here with 20,000 yuan. It's not much, you can take it." After a moment of silence in the bedroom, the wife's voice rang out, "What, do you think I'm a gigolo, or are you afraid I'll bother you again? Let me tell you, although I'm not rich, I'm not so poor that I have to sell myself as a gigolo. I'm a man of my word, a promise is a promise." The young man's voice suddenly rose eight octaves. "You...
don't misunderstand, I didn't... that's not what I meant..." The wife's voice stammered, "I'm a real man, and apart from being a bit lecherous, who wouldn't give me a thumbs up?
Besides, we're just a couple, we don't owe each other anything, and I didn't intend to cause any trouble. Okay, I should go now, see you again..." The sound of rustling clothes being put on echoed in the bedroom... Hearing this, I suddenly realized that the kid had some redeeming qualities. That's good, though. If I encountered a persistent and unforgiving guy, it would be really difficult to deal with. But how much of what that kid said was true? If he was lying to my wife and kept making a fuss about it later, what should I do? Lost in thought, I quietly left the room… Lost in thought, I quietly left the room…
(IV) Sitting on a stone bench in the residential park, I took out a cigarette and quietly watched the entrance to the building. After a while, a dark figure emerged. By the orange light of the park streetlights, I could see the guy's face clearly. He was about 1.7 meters tall, half a head shorter than me. He had a well-built physique, without my protruding beer belly. His tight black t-shirt accentuated his muscular chest. His face lived up to his name, Brother Ma. It was clear that the guy was in a good mood, humming an indistinct tune as he swaggered towards the gate… Watching his figure disappear into the thick darkness… I let out a long breath, flicked my finger, and the cigarette, already burned to the butt, spun as it landed in the grass… Sitting quietly on the cold stone bench, I slowly recalled the bits and pieces of my life with my wife over the years. I remembered the early days of our marriage, when my wife and I eagerly awaited each night, wanting to meld each other into our bodies during lovemaking. When did that fiery passion between us fade? I couldn't remember. Was it the birth of our daughter? It didn't seem so. With our daughter's arrival, a stronger bond of familial love grew between my wife and me. With her arrival, my wife, in my doting presence, became more like a young girl, playing little pranks and laughing hysterically at my mishaps… Was this the so-called seven-year itch or something else…? I couldn't figure it out; my mind was a jumbled mess… Looking up, the window of our bedroom on the sixth floor still emitted a dim light. What was my wife doing now? Looking at the dim, hazy light, a vivid image appeared in my mind: that guy's thick, dark penis deeply inserted between my wife's pink and tender vulva. I felt my body tremble violently, and every nerve in my body was uncontrollably excited. It was a stimulation even stronger than ejaculation, and my lower body shamefully became hard again... I felt panicked. What's wrong with me? I pounded my head hard... I was terrified of everything I had, yet at the same time, I seemed to be enjoying this morbid pleasure immensely... That night, I stayed at a hotel and called two prostitutes. Recalling the lewd scene of that guy's thick penis thrusting into my wife's alluring vulva, I was incredibly virile that night, my penis feeling harder than ever before, driving the two prostitutes to the brink of ecstasy... After the passion subsided, I rested at the hotel for two days. I realized I owed my wife too much, and I felt uneasy and ashamed of my shameful thoughts. I decided to make it up to her properly in the future. Time is the best medicine to solve many problems, and I believe everything will return to normal... (V)
Early in the morning, I went to the flower shop again and bought a large bouquet of roses. When I returned home with the bouquet, My wife had already finished washing up and was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. She hadn't noticed my return, so I didn't disturb her. I gently watched her busy figure. A velvet headband held her hair in a ponytail, swaying with her movements, exuding youthful charm. She wore a short-sleeved chiffon blouse, through which the straps of her bra were faintly visible, and gray-blue lace suspender shorts, revealing her two long, slender, white legs. On her feet were crystal slippers adorned with bows, her delicate pink feet radiating alluring sexiness… I quietly stepped forward and hugged my wife tightly, inhaling the fresh scent of gardenias in her hair. My wife stiffened slightly. "Honey, when did you get back?" "Um, I just got off the plane," I replied, not wanting to make her uneasy.
"You must be tired from your business trip. Go take a shower, I'll fry an egg, have breakfast and then get some rest..." "I'm sorry, honey, I couldn't make it back in time for your birthday..." I took out that large bouquet of bright red roses... "These roses smell so good, thank you, honey. As long as you're safe and sound," my wife turned and kissed me. "Go take a shower, I have to go to work..." My wife's reaction was, as always, somewhat indifferent. "Sigh, I really have neglected her too much these past few years," I sighed inwardly... In the days that followed, I picked my wife up from get off work every day, stopped going to bars at night, tried to spend more time with her, gave her more care and love, accompanied her shopping, and sometimes on weekends we would visit our daughter, Nannan, and my parents. My wife was very surprised by my sudden change in attitude, tapping my head and saying, "?? Huh, honey, I don't recognize you anymore, is this you?" During that time, I basically didn't contact my little lover. When I was with my lover, I suddenly lost all interest.
During that time, whenever I made love with my wife, the scene from that night would involuntarily reappear in my mind, and I would feel an inexplicable urge that I couldn't control. I felt like I was possessed by a demon, filled with a deep sense of guilt... With my unremitting efforts and care, my wife became very dependent on me. She would always drag me along when we went shopping, and then laugh at my gloomy face. Sometimes we would go out for barbecue late at night, and she would chatter on and on about the interesting things that had happened that day... During that time, my wife and I were able to talk about almost everything, but I never mentioned her infidelity. Several times, she clearly intended to confess to me, but I pretended not to care and deflected her advances. I don't know if it was my cowardice or my own inner turmoil… As the days passed, my relationship with my wife improved considerably. After some time, when I felt the time was right, I confessed to her about my first affair with a female classmate, as well as other experiences. Actually, she already knew many of my things before I confessed, but she just didn't expose me.
She also voluntarily told me about her only extramarital affair. According to my wife, she accepted that man largely out of revenge, and secondarily out of physical desire.
As time went by, our lives seemed to return to normal. For the next two years, I didn't touch any woman other than my wife.
However, a very troubling problem remained: that scene from years ago hadn't faded with time; instead, it had become clearer. This inner turmoil continued to plague me.
Later, when I made love to my wife, I couldn't help but try to play the role of that guy. When she orgasmed, I would say some overly explicit and vulgar things, a complete change from my usual tender and affectionate image in bed. "Slut, is Brother Ma's cock big? Does it feel good to be fucked by a man other than your husband? Look, this is your husband's bed. I'm fucking his beautiful wife. Baby, look, your husband is watching me fuck you." "Say it, I'm a slut. I like Brother Ma's big cock. I like to cuckold my husband..." When I said these things, I could feel my wife's vaginal cavity contracting more violently than before.
At first, my wife was very nervous about my change. She thought I still harbored resentment about her infidelity. Reluctantly, I confessed my embarrassing secret to her. After hearing it, she playfully scolded me, pinching my ear, "You perverted old man, you perverted husband, I'll strangle you..." Despite this, whenever I played these role-playing games with my wife at night, the quality of our sex life was surprisingly satisfying... Gradually, my wife seemed to enjoy it too, sometimes even deliberately provoking me... When I asked, "Is Brother Ma's penis big?" she replied, "Yes, bigger than my husband's, it's killing me!" Sometimes, during orgasm, she would scream, "Ah, I'm going to be fucked to death by you! I love wild men's penises! I love cheating on my husband!" After orgasm, my wife would blush and feel embarrassed, avoiding my eyes, as if afraid of making me angry. At this time, I would gently caress her to calm her down... Sometimes... My wife would jokingly tease me, "You perverted old man, since you enjoy watching your wife get fucked by other men so much, I'll marry a rich, handsome, and tall guy and let him fuck you every day, so you can watch him get pregnant and have a bunch of other men's kids, it'll make you so angry..." My penis would instantly become erect, and I wouldn't back down from her attack, slowly replying, "Well, then your husband will personally marry you off beautifully, and those kids will call me godfather." My wife would giggle and playfully pinch my waist, and we'd wrestle together... Gradually, my wife and I seemed to treat these jokes as spice in our sex life.
Sometimes we'd even look at sociological and ethical analyses of these issues together, or
browse pornographic forums together, reading articles unsuitable for children, to add spice to our lovemaking. My mindset gradually calmed down, and I thought my thoughts were just like the Mayan prophecy of 2012. Like the apocalypse, it could be made into an American blockbuster for people to watch, but in reality, it will never happen... Things often develop in unexpected ways. A trip my wife and I took changed our fate, but that's a story for another time... Before we got married, my wife had a wish to travel all over China, to see all the fun places. We spent our honeymoon in Hainan. Over the years of our marriage, due to my busy work schedule and my own little problems, I had never been able to fulfill her wish. I remember my wife complaining to me more than once... This time, with a feeling of guilt and a desire to make amends, I finally made up my mind. My wife also took half a month off. We left behind the endless cases at the firm and the never-ending bank accounts, and went on a relaxing two-week trip. We deliberated for a long time about choosing a travel destination. Considering the time constraints, we finally signed up for a tour group from China International Travel Service. The main destination was a famous scenic spot in Z city, a place that neither my wife nor I had ever been before.
Since it wasn't peak tourist season, the tour group we joined was basically made up of individual travelers from all over the country. On the trip, my wife and I met a tall, strapping young man, probably around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans, and carrying a large easel on his back. His beard was clean-shaven, and he looked very refreshing and pleasant. He and my wife quickly became acquainted. His name was Xiao Cui, but when my wife called him Xiao Cui, he and my wife argued for a while because he was actually twenty-six years old, a few months older than my wife. In his words, he just had a baby face. In the end, I told him that since he called me brother, then my wife was his sister, so calling him Xiao Cui wasn't inappropriate... On the train to Z city, we were in the same berth as him. Xiao Cui was very talkative, and he seemed to have a lot of experience. We chatted happily the whole way. On this journey, we found common ground in many things, and he was also good at creating a lively atmosphere, often making my wife and me laugh. We laughed heartily, and the 10+ hour train ride didn't seem boring at all... After getting off the train, the three of us formed a small group. In the days that followed, whether shopping or visiting attractions, we stayed together. My wife and I entrusted all our bags to him; what could we do? He was the younger brother, after all. Sometimes, when he got tired, Xiao Cui would pretend to be panting heavily and pitifully say, "Sister, please have pity on this poor guy, let him rest for a while," which would make my wife laugh out loud. My wife also got along very well with Xiao Cui and often teased him, making him look at me pitifully... Halfway through the trip, there was a scenic spot where you had to climb Hujia Village. It would normally only take five minutes by sightseeing cable car, but my wife insisted on climbing it. I kept saying, "The scenery along the way is the most beautiful..." Well, what should have been a five-minute hike now took three hours. Halfway up, disaster struck again: my wife sprained her ankle. Left with no other option, I had to carry her up the mountain. My wife is 1.67 meters tall, and since we got married, she's basically been spending all her time at the gym doing yoga to maintain her figure. Her body has become increasingly curvaceous, and her weight has increased to over 100 pounds. As the saying goes, "A long journey is never light," and carrying over 100 pounds uphill quickly left me feeling like a nearly exhausted ox. Out of breath, I glanced at the sign—a quarter of the way to go—and collapsed onto the roadside with a groan, muttering that my wife needed to lose weight. My wife glared at me, pinching my waist hard. Watching our playful antics, Xiao Cui made a face at my wife, saying, "The scenery along the way is the most beautiful..." He deliberately dragged out the words. "Oh, you're all mocking me, aren't you?" my wife retorted, her eyebrows furrowing. "This old ox is useless! Now you're punished, you strong ox, to carry me up the mountain without rest!" She pointed at Xiao Cui, her tone deliberately menacing. Xiao Cui's face flushed instantly. "This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?" he said, looking at me. "What, you're afraid of getting tired too? You always call me 'sister' so affectionately," my wife's face was also red, I couldn't tell if it was from the climb or from shyness... "Alright, Xiao Cui, give me the bag, carry your sister and let's hurry up. If we keep going like this, this old ox will have to spend the night in the mountains." Seeing Xiao Cui's flustered look, I wanted to tease this young man. I knew my wife's figure; she was big in the right places and small in the right places, with a tiny waist that could be easily encircled. Her buttocks and breasts were firm and perky, incredibly elastic yet delicately smooth to the touch. It was early autumn, and my wife was wearing thin, denim-like leggings, her long, shapely legs accentuated by a thin chiffon dress, exuding charm and sexiness… As my wife climbed onto Xiao Cui's back, I could almost hear his pounding heartbeat. "Hurry up and support me! Do you want me to carry you like a clumsy ox?" My wife's voice held a hint of coquettishness. "Ah, oh," Xiao Cui hurriedly supported my wife's firm, beautiful buttocks, his hands trembling slightly… I must say, young people have great stamina. This guy carried my wife all the way to the top of the mountain in one go. When I arrived, panting heavily, my wife grabbed Xiao Cui's hand and gave me a big V-sign. After that incident, my wife and Xiao Cui became much closer throughout the journey. We had a lively and playful day, joking around and taking pictures at every scenic spot we encountered. Once, while taking a photo, my wife affectionately put her arm around Xiao Cui's waist, making him quite uncomfortable. I teased him, "Don't let your girlfriend see this picture, okay?" Xiao Cui stiffened his neck and laughed, "For my sister, I'd brave any danger!" We continued our playful antics, enjoying a pleasant day together… That evening, back at our hotel, Xiao Cui immediately bought some safflower oil and brought it over. After my wife showered, she lay on the bed, and I massaged her sprained ankle. She hummed contentedly, "Thanks to Xiao Cui today; otherwise, I would have been stuck in the mountains all day."
I tickled my wife's sole and chuckled, "Little girl, have you fallen for him? Still thinking about Cui? Look how attentive he is, he's really something to you..." My wife giggled and rolled over, gazing at me with seductive eyes. "Yes, he's a real heartthrob, considerate, gentle, and funny, much better than you, you old bull." I felt my penis uncontrollably harden, and I pounced on the bed, pinning my wife beneath me. "I pulled off my wife's thin nightgown..." "Tell me, did you do this on purpose today?" I pressed down on my wife's two smooth, beautiful legs, making my buttocks arch and I panted heavily. "Mmm, oh... I... I just made him carry me on my back on purpose, I knew... I knew you... old ox... couldn't carry me," my wife moaned softly. "That boy's hands are always so restless..." "His hands are so big, so hot, they feel so good to me, ah, ah..." My penis became more and more engorged, and my wife's inner cavity also writhed violently... "You little vixen, are you thinking about him now, tell me..." I continued to ask... "Yes, I like him so much, I want him to fuck me...
ah..." With my violent thrusts, my wife also reached her climax... After we finished, I lit a cigarette, hugged my wife, and lay on the bed. "Do you really have feelings for him?" "I asked, "No, honey, don't overthink it, okay?" My wife's voice was languid. "Not yet, but today she openly flirted with Xiao Cui right in front of me, he even touched her bottom all over, and you still dare to say no..." I reached under my wife's armpit and started tickling her... "Ha...ha...I surrender, I confess..." My wife dodged left and right. "Then I'll tell you, you...don't be angry..." My wife stammered. "Confess honestly..." I made a fierce face... "
I do have some feelings for him, and he seems to have...some feelings for me too." After my wife finished speaking, her body seemed to stiffen a little, her big, watery eyes staring at me without blinking... I was silent, and I seemed to see a naked, strong young man on top of my wife, riding her wildly, and all my nerves were excited... "Hehe, just kidding, I was just teasing him." Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a while, My wife nudged my arm.
Taking two deep drags of my cigarette, I turned and hugged her. "I'm not angry, my dear daughter, I approve! Go ahead and chase after this handsome guy!" "Hehe, you perverted old man, thinking about those naughty things again!" My wife chuckled mischievously, grasping my hard penis. Because I was turned to the side, my recently ejaculated penis pressed against her lower abdomen… "Uh, cough," I coughed awkwardly. "Anyway, you little slut, go ahead and chase after him!" "Tch, I'm a beauty of unparalleled grace, he should be chasing me…" "La…" "Honey, you said it, if something really happens between him and me, you can't leave me..." my wife murmured softly, hugging me tightly... "No, no, you'll always be my darling," I gently comforted her, but my mind was filled with those lewd images... In the remaining days, my wife and Xiao Cui's relationship grew even closer. When visiting some scenic spots, they would put their arms around each other's shoulders, and when I wasn't looking, they would hug each other. At first, when my wife first held that guy's hand, he was as nervous as a log, but seeing that I didn't seem to mind, he loosened up a lot. However, in front of me, he was still quite proper. Sometimes when my wife and Xiao Cui did something slightly intimate, she would make a big face at me. Xiao Cui's enthusiasm also increased a lot, and he called me "sister" and "brother" all the way, being incredibly affectionate... Watching my beautiful wife and the tall Xiao Cui playfully bickering like lovers, I felt a pang of jealousy, but at the same time, it was as if a wicked fire had been ignited within me. The desire that had been suppressed in my heart was like a flood. Overwhelmed by a sliver of reason... Wandering through the primeval forest of Z city, imbued with a prehistoric atmosphere, breathing in the fresh, natural air, and listening to the joyful chirping of birds, I lost track of time. Before I knew it, twelve days had passed. According to the travel agency's schedule, for the next three days we would travel to our next destination, a village called Phoenix City, said to be rich in local ethnic characteristics, before heading back. My wife and Xiao Cui's relationship progressed rapidly. They'd often leave me behind to go shopping and stroll around, making me feel restless... Fenghuang City is known as one of China's most beautiful small towns. The clear Yanjiang River flows through the ancient city, and boating on it, the city seems to move along with the river's course. Listening to the sound of rafts hitting the water, the banks are lined with reddish-brown city walls and ancient towers.
Small boats drift freely and unrestrainedly among the densely packed stilted houses on both banks. Walking on the cobblestone path, watching the gently flowing river, three days flew by. Tomorrow morning at 9 am, I'll be taking the train back... Holding a cigarette, I quietly watched my wife pack her luggage. She was dressed casually, her long, straight hair draped loosely over her shoulders, wearing thin gray cotton stretch shorts. Wearing a light blue, short-sleeved, off-the-shoulder t-shirt, which accentuated her hot, alluring curves, her long, slender, and fair legs appeared delicate and lustrous under the soft light. She casually adjusted her clothes, a slight smile playing on her lips, looking somewhat mischievous. "That sly girl..." she thought, stubbing out her cigarette. "I ran into a college classmate here today. I'm going to his place to chat tonight, so I won't be back," she told her.
"A female classmate?" she chuckled. "What are you thinking about now?" I said with a wry smile, then changed my expression, grinning wickedly. "Besides, isn't this giving you and Xiao Cui a chance to be alone?
With me as a big third wheel, isn't it a bit too bright?" "You silly husband, what are you thinking about now?" she asked, her face flushed. "Hehe, still won't admit it? You and Xiao Cui were all lovey-dovey the whole way here, you're obviously in heat!" "Yes, honey, your Junjun really likes Xiao Cui. Tonight I'm going to take a good bath and serve him, giving you a big green hat." My wife suddenly changed to a charming and alluring demeanor. Looking at her charming and sexy appearance, that lewd scene reappeared in my mind. "Baby, just take a good bath, hehe, I'm giving you the chance." I smiled wickedly, my heart pounding uncontrollably... After leaving the hotel, I hastily ate some barbecue at a street food stall, but my mind kept imagining what was about to happen... I finished a pack of cigarettes with a restless mind, checked my watch, and an hour had passed. That Xiao Cui and my wife have been so passionate these past few days, and now that I'm not here, what are they doing? I felt a little expectant... Back at the hotel, I quietly opened the door. Apart from the sound of the television, the room was quiet, with faint "tsk, tsk" sucking sounds coming from inside. Peeking over the shoulder, my heart pounded. I saw Xiao Cui pressed tightly against my wife's back, passionately kissing her. My wife's eyes were glazed, responding warmly to Xiao Cui. Their tongues, like playful butterflies, chased each other, then suddenly parted, leaving a glistening thread. My wife's pink bra hung limply on her rounded shoulders. Xiao Cui's right hand gripped her firm breast tightly, kneading it incessantly. Her breasts changed shape under his large hand's caresses. Xiao Cui's left hand, through the thin fabric... Thin gray stretchy hot pants caressed his wife's pert, beautiful buttocks, feeling the wonderful curves of her hips. His wife's long, fair legs were tightly pressed together, the hot pants stretching her lower body taut, clearly revealing the alluring curves of her genitals. Xiao Cui's hand occasionally traced the raised cleft, each touch causing his wife to tremble. I watched, my blood boiling, my lower body instantly engorged… Xiao Cui's left hand kneaded his wife's buttocks for a while, then quietly slipped inside her hot pants, beginning to move…
"Ah," Xiao Cui whispered, gently kissing his wife's sexy neck. "I love you, sister." Then, Xiao Cui quietly unzipped his pants. "Ss ... I swallowed hard, watching intently... Xiao Cui grasped his hard, thick penis, the glans circling his wife's pert buttocks through her thin hot pants. I saw my wife tremble slightly, as if she felt the heat and aggression of this giant python. "Sister," Xiao Cui called softly, then guided his wife's soft hand to his slightly throbbing penis. His wife's fair hand only grasped the base of the thing. Opening her dazed eyes, she was clearly startled. "How can it be so big?" "..." When his wife's small hand grasped it, the huge penis seemed unable to restrain itself and suddenly trembled...
"Not bad, sis." Seeing his wife's surprised expression, Xiao Cui seemed a little smug... "Look at you, you're such a donkey," his wife's voice was sweet and seductive, her big, watery eyes seemed to be dripping with water. "
Hehe," Xiao Cui's big mouth kissed his wife's red lips again, sucking them with a smacking sound. His two big hands tightly grasped his wife's firm breasts from behind, kneading, rubbing, twisting, and flicking them, using all his skills. His wife's left hand also gently stroked Xiao Cui's hard and thick penis. "Sis, squeeze your legs together a little tighter," Xiao Cui said after kissing his wife for a while. "
Hmm?" The wife was a little confused, but still obeyed her lover's request, tightly pressing her long legs together. Her gray, elastic hot pants made her buttocks and genitals appear even more taut, revealing a wet patch on her alluring crotch, making me feel hot all over… I saw Xiao Cui slightly squat down, taking a small horse stance, grasping his thick penis, and slowly and firmly thrusting it into my wife's pert buttocks. "
Ah, you're so lecherous…" Watching Xiao Cui's penis pierce through the delicate curves of her vulva, like a giant snake emerging from its hole, my wife seemed a little ashamed… Xiao Cui's thick, long penis thrust back and forth through my wife's hot pants, the huge glans constantly scraping against her curves, the wet patch on her hot pants widening… Xiao Cui maintained this position for a while, thrusting back and forth, my wife's cheeks flushed… Clearly, she was already deeply immersed in lust… “Sister, you’re so alluring,” the wife said, panting slightly as she lay on the bed in a seductive pose, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over. Her upper body was completely naked, and her lower body was clad only in a pair of tempting hot pants that would make any man’s nose bleed.
Xiao Cui had already stripped off all his clothes. This guy was really strong. You wouldn’t have guessed it when he was dressed and carrying a drawing board. He had two firm, bulging pectoral muscles, and his six abdominal muscles were neatly arranged. His entire upper body presented a perfect inverted triangle. His two thick thighs gleamed with a healthy luster under the soft light, and his thick penis looked like a thick mortar and pestle, hard and menacing.
"This guy's physique is fucking amazing," I was even a little jealous... Looking at the masculine aura emanating from Xiao Cui's perfect body, my wife's eyes seemed mesmerized. She unconsciously stroked her firm, soft breasts, her breath coming in soft gasps, as if silently beckoning to Xiao Cui... Seeing my wife's alluring appearance, Xiao Cui climbed on top of her... Following my wife's slender, beautiful legs, Xiao Cui kissed them gently... My breathing became heavy, my heart pounded, and I felt short of breath, as if I couldn't catch my breath. "I can't take it anymore," I quietly withdrew, standing in the hallway, my hands trembling slightly. I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and tried to calm my racing heart... When I quietly entered the room again... His wife was already completely naked, a thin white lace panty pulled down to her rounded thighs. The two were naked, lying on top of each other, performing 69 oral sex. Xiao Cui was holding his wife's round, perky buttocks, licking them with loud smacking sounds. His wife's mouth was filled to the brim by his penis, and she would occasionally let out "mmm." A soft moan escaped his lips… The size of this penis seemed a bit too large for his wife. She merely took the mushroom-shaped glans into her mouth and sucked on it incessantly. The thick shaft was covered in her glistening saliva, gleaming with a lascivious sheen… While sucking on the purplish-red glans, his wife's small hands gently caressed Xiao Cui's two quail-egg-like testicles. "Oh, oh," Xiao Cui moaned intermittently, seemingly enjoying himself immensely… His wife's sucking didn't last long. Xiao Cui's intense licking between his wife's legs made her tremble all over. His wife seemed to have no strength left to think. Her beautiful eyes were glazed over as she lay naked on top of Xiao Cui, her two small hands helplessly grasping his erect penis and slowly stroking it… "Slurp, slurp," came the intense licking. "Ah…" With a high-pitched moan from his wife, she nestled limply into Xiao Cui's arms… "Sister, is it good?" "Mmm, oh," the wife moaned silently... Seeing this, Xiao Cui smiled silently... "Sister, you're so beautiful." The wife, her eyes glazed, lay on her back on the bed, looking at Xiao Cui. He propped himself up, grabbed his wife's slender, beautiful legs, and forcefully spread them wide apart. His wife's private parts were now naked and clearly displayed before him. The pink cleft was wet from being licked, appearing lewd and alluring under the soft light... Xiao Cui stared intently at his wife's flower garden, praising aloud, "Sister, your lower part is so beautiful." "Mmm," the wife murmured shyly, her snow-white buttocks wriggling restlessly. "Stop looking, it's embarrassing." With a chuckle, Xiao Cui lowered one of his wife's beautiful legs with his left hand, then used his thick thigh to brace her legs, keeping them wide apart. He grasped his hard, thick penis, the huge glans slowly rubbing against her alluring cleft with the lustful fluid flowing from her opening. He wasn't in a hurry to penetrate, but instead used the edge of the glans to continuously scrape against her sensitive groove. His wife's body trembled slightly, her small hands slowly kneading her white, tender breasts, her pink tongue gently licking her cherry lips. Her watery, beautiful eyes gazed tenderly at her lover.
"Be gentle, okay? Yours... is a little too big, I'm a little scared." My wife seemed a little nervous, as if sensing the giant python about to penetrate her lower body. Looking at her shy and alluring expression, I couldn't help but think of her first night; she had the same allure. I knew that her expression was like the strongest aphrodisiac, something any man couldn't resist, wanting to ravage the beautiful woman beneath him, to make her cry out in ecstasy, surrendering to his... "It's going to penetrate..." Seeing Xiao Cui's penis twitch unnaturally, I knew this guy couldn't hold back any longer. My heart pounded like a drum, my lower body felt like it was reaching its limit. Seeing my wife about to be penetrated by another man, an extremely intense feeling of excitement surged up. Like someone who had consumed several kilograms of heroin, I was addicted, unable to stop. At that moment, my heart seemed to be screaming, "Insert it! Fuck me in hard and rough!" "Sis, relax, don't be afraid, I'll make you feel good." The guy gently kissed his wife's beautiful calves, then pressed his two big hands on her knees, forcefully pushing them apart. His wife's honey hole was nakedly exposed under a thick, long, and powerful penis, the huge glans slightly spreading open his wife's pink slit. "Relax, sis," the guy comforted his wife while slowly and firmly inserting his huge penis into his wife's cavity... "Ah, slower... It's so full, so tight." "Ah...so deep, so deep," the wife's mouth opened into an "O" shape. "Finally, it's in..." From my angle, I could see that the guy's thick, long penis was almost completely inside, with only a short section sticking out. The wife's pink vulva was stretched wide, and their genitals were perfectly aligned, without a single gap. Such a long, thick thing, could the wife really accommodate it? I was shocked too. This guy's penis was a whole size thicker than mine, at least seven centimeters longer... This... Xiao Cui just kept thrusting in without moving, seemingly savoring the wonderful feeling of penetrating the wife's cavity, or perhaps waiting for the wife to get used to the huge penis between her legs... "Are you feeling better, sis?" "..." "Yes, move a little." The wife's beautiful eyes were tender and gentle... "Hehe, then I won't be polite, sis..." The guy then pressed the wife's knees down slightly. Holding her firmly with both hands, his wife's snow-white buttocks lifted slightly as he slowly withdrew his thick penis, leaving only the large glans lodged in her crevice. Perhaps seeing that his wife had adjusted, the man seemed to have no more mercy. He slammed his firm buttocks down hard, and his penis, like a fully drawn bow, thrust in quickly and forcefully to the hilt… "Ahhh, it's too deep, too full… I can't take it anymore. It's pierced through, ahhhhh!" With this man's powerful thrust, his wife let out a high-pitched scream, like a swan struck by an arrow. Her snow-white, plump buttocks writhed uncontrollably, and her two long, beautiful legs swung wildly in the air, as if trying to escape the thick arrow deeply embedded in her crevice… The man remained unmoved, simply standing firmly, his thick penis, like a javelin as thick as a child's arm, plunging deeply into his wife's alluring crevice. He pinned his wife's snow-white, plump buttocks firmly to the bed, leaving her only able to struggle in vain… “You’re so cruel, you bad guy, you want to fuck your sister to death?” his wife said, half-jokingly, half-coquettishly. “My sister is so charming, I love you so much,” Xiao Cui’s penis slowly moved in and out, gazing deeply at his wife. His wife’s beautiful eyes were watery as she looked at Xiao Cui. “Cui…” his wife offered a sweet kiss. The two adopted the traditional missionary position, the man’s strong body naked, pressing down on his wife’s snow-white, alluring body, passionately kissing her. His penis slowly but powerfully thrust in and out, his right hand pressing on his wife’s pert left breast, kneading it forcefully. Looking at this young man… Holding my wife in a passionate kiss, I thrust my thick, long penis into her with all my might. The scene I had fantasized about was unfolding before my eyes, and an indescribable pleasure surged within me. I knew something was wrong with my mind; this desire might lead me to destruction. This feeling was like that of an addict, unable to stop… The hotel bed creaked rhythmically with each powerful, slow thrust of Xiao Cui's hips, accompanied by my wife's soft breathing and moans… “
Sister, let’s change positions…” After about ten minutes of slow, powerful thrusting, Xiao Cui said. “
Mmm…” my wife responded dazedly… Without hesitation, the young man slightly raised his body… He slowly lay down behind his wife, positioning her in a reclining position as well. One of her long, slender, snow-white legs was lifted high by a strong arm, her sexy white lace panties hanging from her beautiful calves. This position spread her legs wide apart, allowing him to clearly see her vulva. Hidden beneath a small tuft of shiny black pubic hair, her pink vulva was slightly open, the entire area splattered with the juices of his penetration… After adjusting the position, his thick, long, black penis rubbed against his wife's tender labia, and with
a “whoosh,” like a python eager to retreat into its hole, it plunged in completely, leaving only a shallow section… “
Ah, so deep, so full… so satisfying… mmm…” his wife moaned softly… “Is it comfortable,
sister?” “…” ? ? Mmm. "Comfortable..." "Hehe," the guy started moving intensely, his buttocks slamming powerfully against his wife's beautiful buttocks, thrusting forcefully into her alluring vagina from the side. This position gave me a clear view of their intercourse, a huge, fleshy rod rapidly entering and exiting his wife's enchanting honey hole, mercilessly turning up large patches of pink labia and saliva, accompanied by his wife's increasingly high-pitched moans... His wife's slender legs swayed rhythmically with the thrusts, the white lace panties hanging on her calves swaying like a small white flag fluttering in the wind... The intense thrusting, his wife's high and low moans, the creaking of the bed, the guy's right hand holding his wife's plump thighs, powerfully thrusting his buttocks, forcefully pounding into the alluring flower of his beautiful wife, "Plop, plop, ah, um, creak, creak..."
"A decadent symphony seemed to play in the not-so-spacious room... I don't know how much time passed, maybe more than twenty minutes. I had already ejaculated, but that guy was still working hard." "His stamina..."
I felt a little jealous. "Ah, too... too deep, too intense... I can't take it... Ah!" My wife let out a high-pitched cry, then her whole body trembled, her snow-white body flushed pink, my wife had reached orgasm... "Sister," seeing this, the guy stopped, gently kissing my wife's back covered with fine sweat... His thick penis was still hard and deeply embedded in my wife's flesh... "You haven't come yet, I'm going to be tortured to death by you... You heartless guy!" When she caught her breath, my wife's voice was sweet and seductive.
"Hehe, sister is so charming," the guy chuckled foolishly... "Oh dear, my body is sore, I'm not coming anymore." His wife pleaded like a little girl, "Sister, you can't do this! Look, I'm not there yet! How am I supposed to sleep like this tonight? Sister, please..." The guy looked pitiful. His penis even moved in response... "Ah...you're just a donkey..." His wife gave him a charmingly glaring look... "Okay, but I'm tired like this, my whole body aches, hurry up!" "Yes, Your Majesty, I obey your decree!" The guy was overjoyed... He flipped over, lifted his wife's legs onto his shoulders, and pressed down deeply. His strong legs pressed straight against the edge of the bed, and his hands held his wife's beautiful legs, supporting him on the bed. In this position, it looked as if a penis was bearing the entire weight of a man. His wife's snow-white buttocks were raised high, and her pink honey hole was slightly... Trembling slightly, as if yearning for the insertion of that thick male penis, I knew that this position would allow the man to penetrate deeper, to experience the wonderful sensation deep within the woman's flower... "Ugh, so shameful," because her snowy buttocks were raised high, the wife could clearly see her private parts and that menacing, thick penis... "Sister, I'm coming," the wife's beautiful eyes widened as she watched the boy's thick penis slowly sink into her flower garden... Each of the boy's insertions was forceful and rhythmic, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, after which the penis would grind and rub continuously, then slowly withdraw... This nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one plunged the wife into a state of confusion. Time quietly slipped away, and the wife had already orgasmed twice, her beautiful hair was covered in sweat, and the sheets beneath them were soaked...
…I checked my watch; half an hour had passed. My penis was completely exhausted, limp and hanging between my legs. “
Damn, that’s strong…” I thought to myself… “Gah, gah,” the sounds from the bed suddenly intensified, a labored groan, as if it were about to fall apart. “Hmm,” I looked closely and saw the guy’s buttocks rising and falling like a pile driver, his thick, long penis fully inserted and then fully inserted again, the thrusting more forceful and intense than ever before. My wife’s groans turned into cries… “Ah, no, no… it’s too long… it’s all the way in…
it’s going to pierce through…” My wife struggled, her beautiful buttocks sticking up high and twisting incessantly, as if trying to escape the penis that was driving her to ecstasy. Her head shook constantly, beads of sweat forming on her skin. Even her moans seemed to tremble slightly… Looking at the force and frequency of the guy’s thrusts, I knew he was finally…

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