American Story 3

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Over a year ago, my wife opened her own clothing import/export store. She had some experience in net exports, and with Bob's local connections, she boldly went into business. To obtain the necessary permits, my wife, heavily pregnant, went around pulling strings. Just like in China, each step of the local business approval process was controlled by a few people, and a crucial step was blocked by a local middle-aged bachelor named Chuck. He was tall and fat, like a bear, and over 50 years old without a wife. My wife was very hardworking; in her desperation, she used her special skill: in the office, she pulled down his pants, took Chuck's penis in her mouth, and began sucking and licking it. The old bachelor couldn't hold back, and a large amount of semen, accumulated over 50 years, shot into my wife's mouth. Her mouth was filled with Chuck's penis, and she had to swallow it all. In her words, her stomach was so full she almost burped. Finally, she got Chuck's signature. Another local loan shark, named George, was very shrewd. Normally, it's difficult for foreigners to borrow money from local banks, but for a passionate and beautiful woman like my wife, it wasn't a problem. George also succumbed to his wife's seductive charms. Whenever he needed money, he'd go to George for a quickie, and the problem would be solved—it was truly "magical."

Sometimes I admired my wife. Such boldness and willingness to sacrifice—isn't that how many businesses start? Our income gradually increased. Then I became a little unhappy. One day, about six months ago, I returned from a business trip, having just been upset. I picked up my wife's underwear, and sure enough, it reeked of fresh semen. I instantly lost my temper and blurted out, "Are you selling clothes or your body now?"
My wife asked what I meant.
I said, "I used to sell my body to rich men and at least got some money back. Now I bring back only semen."
My wife got angry too, "You're the one who told me to sell myself!"
She turned and left, not returning for several days.
I was worried.
Then, a trip took our relationship to a new level.

She and that white old man, Bob, came to our house together, and the two of them were incredibly intimate. Bob and the three of us went on a cruise for a few days. He asked me to come along.
My wife said, "I didn't really want to bring you." She gave a charming smile.
We had two rooms on the cruise ship. Bob was in the next room. That night, Bob ordered a lot of alcohol, seafood, and drinks. The three of us chatted and drank together.
As it got dark, we drank quite a bit. Bob gently asked me, "I heard you're unhappy about Daisy's (my wife's English name) sex life?"
Still feeling a bit tipsy, I sheepishly admitted it.
Bob smiled and said, "You're so out of touch. In America now, it's all about women pursuing careers. Women can achieve their dreams at all costs, just like men. Hillary, Merkel, Kardashian, Michelle—they're all successful women. Male chauvinism is no longer acceptable."
My wife agreed, "Exactly! I'm working hard for our family!"
Bob said, "That's not quite right either. When I was young, in America in the 50s and 60s, there was sexual liberation, liberating women's desires. Now, with the #MeToo movement, it's gone even further. Women can have whatever they want. Women can also have men like this and that. Daisy, you can be like a man, having affairs everywhere!" You're beautiful and wanton, and your husband loves your wantonness. You two are a match made in heaven!
Many American celebrities have openly 'open marriages,' like Congressman Newt, and there are many more who haven't...
Bob
and I continued talking for a long time, giving me a lot of new ideas.

Then my wife came out of the bath, wearing a thin nightgown, no bra, her body clearly visible, her two large nipples and the dark patch below faintly visible, captivating... Her sudden appearance in front of the two of us men left us speechless, staring intently, especially Bob. After giving birth, my wife's figure had grown even larger. When we married, her breasts were a B, after having sex with Larry they became a C, and after giving birth they were a D; her buttocks, after being handled by many men, had also become much larger, full and luscious.

Old Bob couldn't resist, saying his wife was Venus...

To be continued...

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