Memoirs of a Seductive Wife, Part 30

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Being with my sister-in-law was a strange feeling. Like a scene that was just incredibly awkward, it suddenly felt less awkward after she made it seem like a joke. I looked down at my crotch, the top of my erection damp and sticky. Damn it, my wife was being fucked by another man in the room, and I was the one getting all excited—how embarrassing! My sister-in-law pointed to the room and said, "Brother-in-law, aren't you going in? You'll see just how horny my sister is." I shook my head and smiled wryly, "I'd better not go in. They haven't been together for two years; they must be itching for it. I'm afraid if I go in, I'll ruin the atmosphere." My sister-in-law said, "That's true! Of all the men I've been with, besides you, brother-in-law, the one I'm closest to is K. Brother-in-law, I'm cooking in the kitchen! Otherwise, I could have taken better care of you, hehe!" Then she turned and went back to the kitchen.

The sounds of flesh colliding and my wife's desperate moans from the second bedroom rang out clearly, making my mouth dry and leaving me restless. My wife and I have been together for almost three years, but I've never heard her moan so loudly before. I seriously suspected she was deliberately making such a racket to arouse me. The bathroom door opened, and Ah B, naked from the waist down, his large, curved penis strutting out, yelled, "Those two are so shameless! They're already at it, they didn't even wait for me!" Ah B seemed surprised to see me sitting on the sofa and said, "Brother-in-law, you didn't go in? Let's go together! It's so exciting!" I waved him off, "No, you go ahead!" Sigh! I felt strange. My wife was being gang-raped by other men, and I was being so polite, going back and forth. Honestly, I was thinking of leaving and going back, but I was afraid that if I suddenly left without saying goodbye, my wife would misunderstand. I was really caught in a dilemma.

My heart was in turmoil, filled with mixed feelings. I didn't know whether to leave or stay, and a strange pang of sorrow welled up inside me. Although I had experienced many outrageous sexual encounters with my wife before marriage, the mindset I had then was completely different from my current state of mind. Now, it could be said that my slutty wife was about to be gang-raped by other men for the first time since our marriage, and several men were going to gang-rape her that night. Suddenly, I felt a sense of bewilderment, and that sorrow intensified. Was my wife, whom I had finally married and cherished like a treasure, really going to be sent out to be gang-raped and played with by other men? Was this really the life I wanted?

I rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and desperately splashed cold water on my face. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot. I frantically splashed cold water on my face again, trying to calm myself down. I took several deep breaths, recalling my relationship with my wife from the moment we met, fell in love, got married, and had children. It seemed that my wife was only truly happy, satisfied, and sexually fulfilled during passionate, intense sex. Only then was she most alluring. Thinking back on these past few years, the emotional journey we've taken, what I found most captivating about my wife, besides her devastating beauty and figure, and her kindness, was her promiscuity, her wantonness—even the sight of other men's semen inside her vagina fascinated me. After a complex internal struggle, I miraculously convinced myself.

I dried my face and hair, walked out of the bathroom, and became resolute. From now on, I would make my wife happy, I would ensure her sexual fulfillment. I knew I couldn't satisfy her myself; since she had so many men she liked, I would let those men satisfy her, let them nourish her. I came out of the bathroom and noticed my wife's moans had subsided considerably, replaced by intermittent "ooh ooh" sounds. I walked to the door of the second bedroom; it was still ajar. I peeked inside. My wife was on the bed with her buttocks raised, and Ah B was thrusting into her from behind. K was lying on the bed in front, and my wife had his large penis in her mouth, moving it in and out. When her mouth finally reached the head of his penis, I was truly shocked. K's penis was enormous, like a baby's arm, and I'd estimate it was about 18 centimeters long including the head—and incredibly thick. I thought to myself, no wonder this slut is so infatuated with K. Big, skilled, and with so many techniques—it seems sluts have absolutely no resistance to men like that!

I didn't intend to go in and disturb them. After watching for a while, I retreated and headed towards the kitchen. My sister-in-law was still busy in the kitchen, clattering and banging as she cooked. I went over and pinched her butt. She wiggled it slightly, and I pressed my hand against hers, stroking it. She turned off the gas stove, lifted her skirt, and took off her panties. I couldn't help but sigh; they really are sisters. She handed me her panties, telling me to take them away. I took the panties and then reached for her breasts. She unhooked her bra and quickly took it off, handing it to me. I thought, "Damn, she's so sexy, and really something." She then ladled out the food.

I went outside and put her underwear on the back of the sofa. Before I even sat down, she came over and hugged me from behind. The soft flesh pressing against my back felt amazing. My sister-in-law reached out from behind me and rubbed my genitals through my pants. My blood was rushing from her teasing, and since things were already like this, I didn't care anymore. I pulled down my pants and underwear, sat on the sofa, and she immediately straddled my legs and started sucking on my penis, not even bothering to kiss me. I reached for her breasts, grabbing and playing with them. She slowly pushed me down, took off her only piece of clothing, a dress, and then, while still sucking on my penis, moved her body up to me. I grabbed her thighs, moved her lower body to my head, and started licking her vulva.

The moment I touched her vulva, I noticed it was already wet, and she immediately started moaning and groaning. She was so incredibly horny. I have to say, my sister-in-law's breasts feel amazing. Licking her delicious pussy and playing with her soft, white breasts is pure bliss. Gently biting her labia minora, I could stretch them long—they were soft, sweet, and silky. My sister-in-law's oral skills are definitely honed through countless trials, on par with my wife. These two sisters are truly beauties; their charm is enough to make countless lecherous men fall at their feet!

This time, my sister-in-law gave me a long oral session, then mounted me, guiding my penis easily into her paradise. She then began to roam freely, truly a fully automatic sister-in-law! After my sister-in-law got on top and started moving, she asked me, "Brother-in-law, is it good to fuck your sister-in-law?" I said, "Yes! It's so good!" She then asked, "Brother-in-law, is your sister-in-law sexy?" I said, "Sexy! Incredibly sexy!" She continued, "Brother-in-law, do you like fucking your sexy sister-in-law?" I said, "Yes! Being able to fuck my sister-in-law is a blessing I've accumulated over many lifetimes!"

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: I felt like I wasn't playing with my sister-in-law, but rather she was playing me. So, how should I understand my wife's experiences? Was she being played by those men, or was she playing men? To be honest, I don't have the answer. For my wife, sex addiction might be even stronger than a man's smoking addiction. Without sex, she feels lost and disoriented.

My sister-in-law's skills were also quite impressive, truly a veteran in this field. Every position I used with her was incredibly pleasurable and ecstatic. Perhaps I was having too much fun with her, completely ignoring my wife and the others in the second bedroom. Once again, my sister-in-law was on top of me, moving up and down, when, without warning, my wife, naked, ran over, knelt down, and kissed me. I responded passionately, opening my mouth and kissing her tightly. But then, a liquid flowed into my mouth from hers. I knew my slutty wife's mouth was full of semen, though I didn't know if it was her brother-in-law's or her second husband, K. I couldn't spit it out in front of others. After kissing me for a while, my wife climbed on top of me again, her big ass landing on my face, her cunt completely covering my mouth. Even after she sat on me, more semen was flowing into my mouth. Then, my wife just sat there on my face, her ass sliding back and forth, smearing my face with semen, making it look like it had been washed.

I feel like my carefully constructed image has been completely ruined by my slutty wife's actions. Both sisters were on top of me, and K and B, their penises dripping wet, were also pressing in. My sister-in-law was sucking K's penis, and my slutty wife was sucking her brother-in-law B's. At that moment, the scene was so harmonious, there wasn't a single sense of incongruity. Perhaps tonight, surrounded by wolves, my slutty wife being the center of attention, receiving wave after wave of sexual pleasure from her husbands—that's the kind of blissful sex life my slutty wife deserves.

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