My wife and mentor changed my life (Part 2)

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Work has been hectic, and life has been hectic, so I've put it off for a long time. Seeing everyone's messages hoping I'd continue writing, I've been thinking of continuing, but ultimately, it's been delayed until today. Please allow me to write as I go; life goes on, and experiences never end. I think if my energy and mindset remain consistent, perhaps I'll continue writing until the future present, and the present future.
Enough rambling, let's get back to the point.
After marriage, my wife Wen and I indeed experienced a sweet period. Every day was blissful, at least for me. Sex was the most wonderful catalyst in our honeymoon. I loved the shy look on Wen's face; it could be interpreted as traditional femininity, yet it also contained a certain refinement. It drew a deep line between her and vulgar women.
I tried to use Wen's slender, supple body to unlock more positions we hadn't tried before, like Tony Leung and Tang Wei in "Lust, Caution." Wen cooperated without flinching, as if it were her duty as a wife, but she herself enjoyed it. Several times, I got so engrossed that I fell asleep before I could withdraw after ejaculating, only to wake up and find myself hard again. I'd instantly get hard once more, and the battle would rage on, leaving no survivors…
How many young men and women have experienced such reckless love and reckless sex? Like my teenage friend, San Dan, said: "I want to marry a beautiful girl someday and fuck every hole in her body." I fulfilled San Dan's dream, but I'm still just a "Great Gatsby."
Perhaps that's why I've delayed writing this for so long—it's a humiliating experience. It's not that I lack the courage to face it, but to ensure the story's authenticity, to fully unravel those etched details in my memory, I don't know what kind of torrent it will stir up… Oh well, since I'm prepared for the flood, let it be.
The first strange thing I noticed was the way my mother-in-law looked at me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was definitely off. Gradually, I heard rumors circulating in the research institute, including one about an improper relationship between my mother-in-law and my advisor. The rumor was that my mentor, who was also the vice-principal, had promoted my mother-in-law to a leadership position at the research institute because of their ambiguous relationship. Of course, that was all I heard; everyone knew I was the leader's son-in-law.
The reason I told Xiaowen about the rumor was because I didn't believe it at all. It's a man's nature for a mentor to be interested in a beautiful young female student, but for him to be interested in my mother-in-law, who was over fifty, seemed like a complete fantasy, unless he had some kind of unusual fetish. Besides, my mentor wasn't even the vice-principal when my mother-in-law was promoted. I intended for Xiaowen to tell my mother-in-law to be careful of the rumors, since I couldn't speak directly.
"These people spreading rumors are so despicable! Mom really needs to teach them a lesson. How can there be so many gossipy women in a research institute like yours!" Xiaowen said indignantly. That night, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, my mind racing. I thought of my handsome, powerful professor, of my senior classmate Rongrong, whose voice was sweet and melodious as she was pinned down by him, of my still-attractive mother-in-law, and of course, of course, Xiaowen. The connection between a woman's vagina and a man's penis always seemed to conjure up many exciting stories.
Thinking about this, I quickly became hard as iron. Ignoring the sleeping Xiaowen, I explored behind her and slowly inserted my penis. Perhaps Xiaowen, half-asleep, reacted, muttering in her sleep, "Godfather, fuck me..." Although her voice wasn't loud, those four clear words shattered the quiet, lewd atmosphere like a thunderclap. I felt my heart pounding and my face burning, like that time I climbed a mountain in middle school and saw that young couple hiding behind a boulder, indulging in wild sex. That close-up voyeurism, besides the physical shock, also brought a sense of humiliation. It was as if that beautiful woman belonged to me, yet at that moment she was kneeling shamelessly beneath someone else, letting his dark penis enter and exit her mouth—the very mouth she used for breathing, eating, drinking, praising, and criticizing. Perhaps this is the root of my later fondness for oral sex. I love watching a beautiful face rise and fall against my crotch, even when that face is buried in my buttocks, her nimble tongue diligently licking my anus…
The penis inside Xiaowen's body swelled rapidly. In the intertwined desires of angels and devils, I temporarily set aside all hesitation and recklessly thrust my long sword into the wet bullseye. Xiaowen, having awakened at some point, cooperated by swaying her hips and moaning softly. I picked Xiaowen up, still with her back to me, and knelt on the bed, attacking her from behind, quickly ejaculating like a pillar. The tide receded, revealing jagged rocks on the shallows. The four large characters, "Godfather, fuck me," rose mercilessly upwards. Looking at Xiaowen, who had fallen into a deep sleep again, the pleasure I had just experienced felt like chewing wax.
Had Xiaowen really betrayed me? Who was this "godfather"? Was it just a dream? Only Xiaowen could answer these questions. Remembering the strange look in my mother-in-law's eyes, I sensed a connection. Years of studying science and engineering, facing cold data, had honed my sharp edges and ruthlessness. Now, I needed to calm myself and devise a safe strategy.
Gradually, sleepiness solidified all my schemes. Before me, snow fell heavily. A schoolboy braved the once-in-a-lifetime southern snowfall, walking home. "When you grow up, remember to think about yourself today. Don't forget, never forget," he reminded himself as he walked. That day held no sentimental value whatsoever; it was nothing more than a childish game, like writing a note on a box of playful marbles and secretly burying it in the grass behind the house.
The only test was whether one could still remember it.

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