The wife and her stepfather's secret, part 5: In the same room where the stepfather was having sex with his girlfriend, he asked her about the details of the act.

Five days later, while we were embracing and kissing in the grove of trees on my girlfriend's campus, she shyly told me that her period had ended. I teased her

, asking, "Your period's over? So what?"
She replied, "Then, you can do *that*, right?"
I asked, "What?"
She playfully hit me, saying, "Never mind, I'm going back to my dorm."
I quickly hugged her, kissing her passionately, while making her touch my penis to check its hardness. She slipped her hand inside my sweatpants, grasping my erection

, and I touched her vulva through my pants. The thought of having sex with her while asking her about her father's experiences with her filled me with excitement. My

girlfriend went back to her dorm to get a change of clothes, and we excitedly went hand-in-hand to the XX Hotel. I specifically asked the front desk for room 1106, giving her a meaningful

look . She blushed, clearly understanding the meaning behind my choice.

I remembered the number because I had asked her which room they had gone to after entering the hotel last time. Today, I can finally check it out in the same room, fucking my girlfriend while asking her about the details of her dad's last time.

Just thinking about it is exciting. My dick is hard the whole time. It's bulging quite a bit outside my sweatpants. The middle-aged cleaning lady next to me glanced at it, probably used to it, and even

smiled at me.

After checking in, I dragged my girlfriend to the 11th floor in the elevator. We opened the door to a deluxe standard room. The room was quite large, and the facilities were new. It was

much more upscale than the small hotel across the street. I thought to myself: Damn, middle-aged men are so cool. They rely on their money to stay in a high-class hotel that poor students like us can't afford, and fuck our

poor students' girlfriends. When I'm middle-aged and rich, I'll have to try fucking a few young girls' girlfriends too.

I thought to myself, but I didn't dare show it outwardly. When my girlfriend saw the familiar room and bed, she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, at a loss. I quickly hugged

my girlfriend and kissed her, then asked her, "Was this the room your dad fucked you in last time?"

My girlfriend hit me and refused to answer.
I pried open my girlfriend's cherry lips, my tongue swirling inside, while I caressed her breasts and vulva. She was already wet; I knew that although she was shy, she

was open and enjoying the thrill of having brought her here.

We kissed passionately for a while, and she responded enthusiastically.
I cupped her shy face, looked into her eyes, and pressed her down. She obediently knelt, pulled down my sweatpants, and then, with a look of

adoration, cupped my penis in her hands, taking the glans into her

mouth. I tilted my head back in pleasure, making soft hissing sounds as she took it in.

After a while, I pulled her up. The main event was about to begin.
Ignoring the lingering smell of my penis on her breath, I kissed her deeply, telling her how much I loved her and how much I loved fucking her.

She responded passionately, calling me "husband" and telling me she loved being fucked by me too.

I kneaded my girlfriend's vagina, controlling the pressure to make her feel a slight pain and my overflowing passion. I whispered in her ear, "Last time you and your dad

entered this hotel at 3:48 AM, do you know how painful it was for your husband to see you come in?"
Girlfriend: "Honey, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Me: "It's okay, baby. It's not your fault. But that day, besides the pain, I was also thinking about how your dad fucked you in that room, and it felt incredibly exciting

."
Girlfriend: "..."
Me: "Baby, you have to tell me today how you two did it that day."
Girlfriend: "Honey, please. No..." "...
Me: "Remember last time? We talked about your dad fucking you while we made love, it was so great. Promise me, I'll do that to you again. Be good."
Girlfriend: "Okay, but you can't laugh at me or look down on me."
I kissed her while saying passionately, "Your husband is a real man, I always keep my word."
Girlfriend: "Okay."
Me: "Good wife, tell me from the beginning. How did it start after you went into the room that day? Don't hide anything, don't leave anything out. Otherwise, I'll fuck you to death."
My girlfriend nestled shyly and weakly in my arms, touching my penis while letting me stir two fingers inside her vagina. She began, "That day, when we entered

this room, he started trying to take off my clothes. I was afraid he'd tear them, so I helped him take off his coat and pantyhose."
I asked, "Did he take off your bra?"
She replied, "Yes."
I asked, "And your underwear?"
She said, "He took that off too."
I asked, "And then what happened?"
She said, "He tried to kiss me on the lips, but I dodged. Then he kissed my breasts and touched my genitals."
I kissed her breasts while touching her genitals. I asked, "Is that right?"
She said, "It's the other side. He's left-handed, so he usually touches my genitals with his left hand."
I switched to the other side, signaling her to continue.
She said, "After kissing my breasts for a while, he took off all his clothes himself. He wanted me to give him oral sex, but I refused. Then he pulled me into the bathroom to shower."
I also took off my clothes, pulled my girlfriend into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and we lathered each other with shower gel. I asked her, "Did you wash him like that too?"
Girlfriend: "No, I didn't wash him. He washed himself, and I used shower gel myself, but after he rinsed off the shower gel, he started messing with me.

"
Me: "How did he mess with me?"
Girlfriend: "He made me hold onto the wall and entered me from behind..."
Me: "You just started fucking me right here?"
Girlfriend nodded. I made my girlfriend turn around and hold onto the wall, and she obediently arched her back and stuck out her buttocks. I thrust my hard, engorged penis into her from behind, feeling

the warm, incredibly comfortable.
Me: "Did he fuck you like this?"
My girlfriend, her voice trembling with tears, said, "Yes, that's how Daddy fucked me."
Me: "Did he fuck you well back then?"
My girlfriend: "I felt sorry for you, and I was very unhappy. But my pussy still felt great. I'm so dirty, honey, you won't leave me, will you?"
I fucked my girlfriend hard: "Baby, you're not dirty. You're slutty, you're sensitive. I love you like this. Keep telling me, how

long did he fuck you here, and what positions did he use?"
My girlfriend: "He didn't change positions, he just kept fucking me like this. I don't know how long he fucked me, maybe a few minutes, just like this, fucking me very quickly."
Me: "And then?"
My girlfriend: "Then he came."
Me: "Where did he come?"
Girlfriend: "I shot it down there."
I slapped her butt hard, leaving five fingers and a handprint. "Where down there? Explain yourself, you slut, did I

shoot it inside you?"
My girlfriend screamed, her body convulsing. I knew she had orgasmed.
After a moment, she said, "Yes, honey. My dad shot it inside me."
I thrust violently, ejaculating into her vagina.

After finishing, I lovingly pulled her close and cleaned her body. She weakly offered to let me clean her, but I refused and cleaned her myself. Then

I carried her to the bed, holding her in my arms as the afterglow of her orgasm faded. I asked her, "How many times did your dad fuck you last time?"
My girlfriend replied, "Four times."
I said, "Your dad is pretty good. Besides the time in the bathroom, when did the other three times happen?"
My girlfriend said, "The second time was right after I came out of the bathroom. I rested on this bed for a while and then we started again."
I asked, "How long did it last?"
My girlfriend said, "About half an hour."
I asked, "And the third time?"
My girlfriend said, "Around 10 p.m.."
I asked, "Was the fourth time the next morning?"
My girlfriend said, "Yes, his flight was at 9 a.m., so he woke me up around 5 a.m. to start having sex with me."
I asked, "How long did he fuck you?"
My girlfriend said, "About an hour."
I said, "Your dad is pretty good. I rarely get to do that." "I'll fuck you for an hour next time."
Girlfriend: "He'll do it for a while, then stop and lick me there, and he also licks my feet in a perverted way."
Me: "Is your dad a foot fetishist? He's a pervert?"
Girlfriend: "Yeah, when we were home, he would often touch my feet when no one was home, and he would rub his penis with my feet."
Me: "Which one, his big, thick penis?"
Girlfriend: "Yeah. Honey, please don't ask anymore, okay? It's so embarrassing."

I thrust my hard penis into my girlfriend's vagina from the side again, saying as I fucked her: "Wife, I like to know how he fucks you, I like your slutty

look. Satisfy me, okay?"

Girlfriend: "You still say he's a pervert? You're acting so weird, honey."
Me: "Does honey like it? " "Satisfy your husband, okay?"
Girlfriend: "Okay, I'll do whatever you want, husband. As long as you don't leave me."
Me: "Baby, I love you so much, how could I leave you? I promise to marry you, love you, and treat you well for the rest of my life."
My girlfriend passionately wrapped her arms around my neck, brought her lips close to kiss me, and her pussy kept flowing with fluid, wetting my penis and scrotum

. It was incredibly stimulating and pleasurable.

I continued to ask: "How many times did you orgasm when your dad fucked you that day?"
Girlfriend: "Just once."
Me: "When?"
Girlfriend: "Around 10 pm that time?"
Me: "Didn't you orgasm when he fucked you in the bathroom?"
Girlfriend: "No."

Hearing this, I felt incredibly happy. Because at least I outdid her dad in the bathroom.
Me: "Didn't you orgasm the second time you had sex?"
Girlfriend: "No. I was really unhappy then, always thinking I was sorry to you, so I didn't feel anything down there."
Me: "Then why did you orgasm the third time?"
Girlfriend: "You called him then, and he was doing *that*. He wouldn't let me answer, and then he just hung up. He even said that we'd break up

after you graduated from university, and I'd still go home and let him fuck me. I'm his. I felt so dirty, so unworthy of you, and I gave up on myself. Then he kissed someone else's genitals, and I

thought, 'It's already like this, I'll just accept it.' Then he penetrated me again, and I felt something again. He did it for a long time with big movements, and I couldn't help but orgasm

. Honey, do you also think I'm dirty and cheap?"

Me: "Wife, you're not dirty or cheap, you're just horny. I like you being horny. As long as you're comfortable, I'm happy. Your dad made you orgasm, and

you felt good, without hurting or making you uncomfortable, so I forgave him. Hehe."

Girlfriend: "That sounds so strange."
I thought about it, and it really was strange. At that time, I was young and shocked by my own true thoughts. I don't even know why I felt this way; it wasn't that I

hated her stepfather.

As I thought this, I slowly continued my act, and suddenly wanted to ask my girlfriend what she thought, so I asked, "Honey, do you hate him?"
My girlfriend replied, "I hate him. But like my mom said, aside from that incident, he's always been very good to me. Every time he comes back from a business trip, he buys gifts for my mother and me.

I remember once I had appendicitis in the middle of the night, and the pain was unbearable. It was past 2 a.m., and there were no taxis on the street. He carried me all the

way to the hospital. He's been very good to my mother and me. He actually tried his best to give me the love and care of a father. It's just that later, my mother's gynecological problems worsened, and I

grew up, and that's when he had those wicked thoughts. Actually, everything else is great. When I went to university, he told me not to worry about the tuition fees, but to choose a major I liked that had a promising future.

I actually feel both hatred and gratitude towards him; it's a strange feeling. I really wish he had never sexually assaulted me, so I would always respect him and

treat like my own father."

I listened, speechless for a long time. People are indeed complex; it's not like the movies we watched as kids, where good people are all good and bad people are all bad

. My girlfriend's assessment of her stepfather seems reasonable to me. I fell into deep thought, and my penis went limp.

I rolled over and pulled out my penis. Seeing I wasn't saying anything, my girlfriend assumed I was upset about her assessment of her stepfather, and cautiously looked at me from my chest. I

smiled , kissed her forehead, and said, "Honey, you're right. People are complex individuals. When there's no sexual desire, everyone can

be a saint. But once lust takes over, even a saint can become a lecher. Don't even mention your father; many virtuous monks in ancient times practiced for years, but in the end, they could

n't resist sexual desire and broke their vows. Your stepfather is a man, in his prime, and with your mother's gynecological problems preventing him from satisfying her, plus you're so attractive, I

kind of understand him. Hearing you say that, I don't think I hate him anymore."

Girlfriend: "Really?"
Me: "Really. Honey, tell me how he first fucked you."
Girlfriend: "Didn't I just tell you, in that bathroom?" She pointed to the bathroom.
I said, "I mean the very first time, when you were in high school."

My girlfriend paused, as if gathering her courage, and said, "Back then, my mom had a serious gynecological problem, and she often bled. My mom was already thin and short, and

my stepfather's penis was very large. After she got the gynecological problem, she was afraid to have sex. Every time she finished, it hurt for a long time, and the bleeding was even heavier. When I started high school, I

felt that his gaze towards me was a little different; he often looked at my breasts and buttocks. Then one weekend, my mom took my younger brother to a tutoring class, and he started touching me inappropriately

. I was terrified but didn't dare to scream. He took out his penis and made me touch it and give him oral sex. I was scared and didn't know what to do, so I could only

do as he said. This went on for about a month. One day, he asked my mom to take my younger brother to see my maternal grandmother and not come back that night. That night, he came to my bed in the middle of the night

and forced me to have sex. He was also very perverted; he took pictures of me before he penetrated me, saying it was a keepsake, a virginity. Then, he

also took pictures and videos when we had sex, saying it was also a keepsake. I never expected that he would use that to blackmail me later."

Hearing this, I perked up. I've never seen what my wife's virgin vagina looked like. It would be nice to see a picture. It would definitely be a memorable one. I

climbed on top of my girlfriend and started fucking her, mentally calculating how to get a picture of her virgin vagina. It was probably Mission Impossible. But I actually

got it later. I'll tell you the details later.

That night, I fucked my girlfriend five times, and she orgasmed three times. In the morning, I dragged my girlfriend out of the XX Hotel, feeling smug and proud, thinking: I beat her

stepfather. In that room, in terms of both the number of times and the quality of the fucking, I was definitely better than her dad. Of course, my girlfriend's love for me was a major factor, but that

was also my advantage.

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