I tacitly approved of my wife and mother-in-law sharing a husband.

I didn't penetrate Wen's body again. Instead, I placed one of her legs on the stone platform, then squatted down and bit her exposed labia, immediately tasting a sour and astringent flavor. Just as I was about to push my tongue into her vagina, the semen I had just ejaculated flowed out along the edge of her labia. The surge of excitement and curiosity compelled me to take the mixture of semen and Wen's bodily fluids into my mouth. The worse the taste, the more unbearable the experience, the more it fueled my lust. The image of that man reappeared in my mind, as if this white fluid was what he had just ejaculated into me.
Wen thought I was compensating her for not having orgasmed yet because I had ejaculated too early, and looked at me with some emotion. But I held the fluid that had just flowed from her vagina in my mouth and kissed her lips, exchanging the fluid in my mouth with hers. Wen hesitated for a moment, but then obediently accepted. I guided her to rub and intertwine her tongue, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. I then sat her on the wooden operating table next to me, her vagina facing me at the perfect height for easy penetration. The stimulation from before intensified the pleasure.
"Do you like my cock like this, baby? How's it compared to the ones you've had before? Longer or thicker?" I was a little breathless. Wen silenced my mouth with a kiss, and we unconsciously swallowed the fluid from before. Wen sucked on my tongue desperately, and I could hardly breathe. I knew she was close to orgasm. With the last bit of strength in my body, I brought her to her peak and ejaculated again.
Only then did I realize that the shirts Wen and I hadn't had time to take off were already soaked with sweat. The stuffiness in the house rose, and the food on the stove was still soaking in the soup pot. It was drizzling outside, and the little flowers we planted in the yard before our wedding had already formed buds, trembling slightly under the raindrops.
Wen leaned against my chest and said softly, "Honey, I don't like you like that."
After our marriage, my wife Wen and I did experience a sweet life. Every day was blissful, at least for me. Sex is the most wonderful catalyst in newlywed life. I love the shy blush on Xiaowen's face; it can be interpreted as the mark of a traditional woman, yet it also carries a certain refinement. It draws a deep line between her and vulgar women.
I tried to use Xiaowen's slender, supple body to unlock more positions I had never tried before, like Tony Leung and Tang Wei in "Lust, Caution." Xiaowen cooperated without batting an eye, as if it were her duty as a wife, but she herself enjoyed it. Several times, we were so engrossed that I fell asleep before I could withdraw after ejaculation, only to wake up and find myself hard again. Instantly, I would become hard again, and we would fight again, leaving no trace…
How many young men and women in the world have experienced such reckless love and reckless sex? Just like my teenage friend, Sandan, said: "Someday I want to marry a beautiful girl and fuck every hole in her body." I fulfilled Sandan's dream, but I am still, in the end, a "Great Gatsby."
Perhaps this is why I have delayed writing this until now; it was a humiliating experience. It wasn't that I lacked the courage to face it, but to ensure the story's authenticity, to fully unravel those etched details in my memory, I didn't know what kind of turmoil it would stir up… Oh well, since I was already prepared for the flood, let it be.
The first unusual thing I noticed was the gossip I heard at the research institute, including rumors about an improper relationship between my mother-in-law and my supervisor. It was said that my supervisor, as the vice-principal, had personally promoted my mother-in-law to a leadership position at the institute because of their ambiguous relationship. Of course, that was all I heard; after all, everyone knew I was the leader's son-in-law.
The reason I told Xiaowen about the rumors was because I didn't believe them at all. It's a man's nature for a supervisor to be interested in a beautiful young female student, but I simply couldn't believe he would be interested in my mother-in-law, who was over fifty. My intention was to have Xiaowen tell my mother-in-law to be careful of the rumors, since I couldn't speak directly to her.
"These rumor-mongers 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 wandering. I thought of my elegant and powerful mentor, of my senior Rongrong, whose voice was as sweet as a fairy, being pinned down by him, of my still-attractive mother-in-law, and of course, of course, Xiaowen. A woman's vagina and a man's penis are connected, always able to create many exciting stories.
Thinking about this, I quickly became hard as iron, and ignoring the sleeping Xiaowen, I explored behind her and slowly inserted my penis. Perhaps it was Xiaowen's half-awake state that triggered her reaction, for she murmured in her sleep, "Godfather, fuck me..." Though her voice was soft, those four clear words shattered the previously tranquil and lewd atmosphere like a thunderclap. I felt my heart pound, my face burning, as if I had witnessed that young couple having sex behind a boulder halfway up a mountain during a hike in middle school. That close-up voyeurism, besides its physical impact, also brought a sense of humiliation. It was as if that beautiful woman belonged to me, yet at that moment I was kneeling beneath someone else, utterly devoid of self-respect, allowing his dark penis to enter and exit her mouth—the very mouth she used for breathing, eating, drinking, calling out to family, praising, and criticizing. This may be the root of my later fondness for oral sex. I enjoy watching a beautiful face rise and fall on my crotch, or even burying that face in my buttocks, a nimble tongue diligently licking my anus…
My penis, inserted into 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 had woken up at some point, moving her hips in cooperation, moaning softly. I picked Xiaowen up, still with her back to me, and knelt on the bed, attacking her from behind, quickly ejaculating. Then the tide receded, revealing the jagged rocks of the shallows. The four words "Godfather, fuck me" mercilessly soared into my mind. Looking at Xiaowen, who had fallen into a deep sleep again, recalling the pleasure was like chewing wax. Had
Xiaowen really betrayed me? Who was Godfather? Was it just a dream? Only Xiaowen could answer these questions. Years of studying science and engineering, facing cold, hard data, had honed a sharp edge and a fierce determination in me. Now
, I needed to calm my mind and devise a safe strategy. Gradually, sleepiness froze all my schemes. Before me, snow was falling heavily. A schoolboy braved the once-in-a-lifetime snowfall in the south, walking home. "When you grow up, remember this day. Don't forget, never forget!" he reminded himself as he walked. That day held no sentimental value; it was just a childish game, like writing a note on a box of marbles and secretly burying it in the grass behind the house.
The only test was whether I could still remember.
Soon, I confirmed that Xiaowen was indeed up to something. The method of confirmation was old-fashioned: I secretly looked at her phone while she was showering. How? Don't forget I'm an engineering PhD. I easily cracked Xiaowen's password using a self-made program.
WeChat and QQ worked fine; the problem was with Weibo. Among the people she follows on Weibo, there's only one person named "Handsome Daddy," and "Handsome Daddy" only follows "Lan Duo Baby" (Xiao Wen). Clearly, this is their tool for one-way communication. Looking at their Weibo posts, it's all very confusing.
"If I had wings, I'd rather fly far away than be close to you. Your eyes are the fireflies in my night, your big hands are the guide for my soul." This was posted by Xiao Wen a few days ago. She usually writes about trivial things, and judging by the style, this should be hers. "Your big hands are the guide for my soul"—what a blatant expression, no less than "sugar daddy fucks me." I can hardly believe this came from the gentle and refined Xiao Wen I know.
"Handsome Daddy" reposted this Weibo post, commenting, "After I'm done with these few days, you'll be in for a world of hurt, you little thing."
One actively seeks "guidance," the other flirtatiously teases—what else could it be but an affair? Looking at their interactions, they're all very similar, a back-and-forth exchange. But a Weibo post from "Handsome Daddy" six months ago made me even angrier: "Little thing, starting tomorrow I'll have to share you with someone else. The thought of you being taken by someone else makes me feel terrible." Xiaowen commented: "You're not going to marry me! Don't worry, my door is always open for you."
The date this Weibo post was published was the day before my wedding with Xiaowen! As I excitedly prepared to marry Xiaowen, I never imagined she was flirting with someone else, even offering her body to him with such devotion. No, looking at it this way, I'm the one who's "someone else.
" Is this "handsome daddy" the godfather Xiaowen was dreaming about? Who is this man? It seems he and Xiaowen had already been intimate before me, and continued their relationship after our marriage. Suddenly, my thoughts were in turmoil. My mind was filled with images of Xiaowen having sex with a man, a pair of large hands caressing her slender body from top to bottom, exploring the most secret places a woman only opens to her husband, a male genital organ completely different from mine, moving in and out of Xiaowen's beautiful vagina, perhaps even ejaculating inside her. And after the affair, Xiaowen might return home, prepare dinner for her husband, and continue playing the role of her gentle and virtuous wife, only the slowly flowing semen from her vagina reminding her that another script still needs to be written.
Of course, these are my current thoughts as I recall that scene, a more detailed and nuanced portrayal of my state of mind at the time. In reality, the humiliation overwhelmed everything; even the weakest man would have the urge to storm into the shower and beat up that bitch Xiaowen. But I quickly stopped myself. If I did, things would inevitably get out of hand. I would demand a divorce to save face, and if Xiaowen agreed, how could I continue working in my mother-in-law's workplace? My career would be severely hampered. If things escalated, my cuckoldry would be exposed, and I would never be able to hold my head high again.
Many people might not understand me, but if you've experienced the hardships of rising from poverty, you might know that reality is often crueler and more important than anything else. When Xiaowen came out of the bathroom with wet hair, I had already put her phone back.
That night, Xiaowen, who was usually passive during sex, was surprisingly proactive. Her small hand slipped inside my underwear, gently rubbing. Her fingers occasionally probed downwards, from my testicles all the way to the dense hair around my anus. I suspected she'd used the same technique on other men. Even so, my penis was still aroused.
Xiaowen whispered in my ear, her shampoo scent wafting pleasantly. I mounted her, skipping the usual foreplay, and thrust directly into her slightly moist vagina. Xiaowen let out a soft, drawn-out moan. I thrust rapidly, almost defiantly, occasionally increasing the force, thinking I'd fuck this seemingly tender cunt raw, but one that'd been fucked countless times.
"Be gentle," Xiaowen gently punched my back, her tone a mix of reproach and encouragement.
"How can I fuck your cunt raw if I'm gentle? Today I want to fuck you to death," I blurted out.
"Okay, fuck me to death," Xiaowen, usually quiet during sex, unexpectedly responded with profanity, completely surprising me.

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