3P with wife and sister-in-law

Let me tell you about my wife first. My wife's name is Cheng Xin. She's not particularly pretty, and she's not very tall either, only about 1.55 meters. She's thin and petite, but she has a good temper and is very obedient. A relative introduced us, and it was because of her good temper that I decided to marry her. Even if I scold her, she won't get angry. Of course, I never scold her. Now, let me tell you a few interesting things that happened to my wife.

These are things she told me after we got married. One afternoon, my wife and I were at home, naked, getting ready to get some exercise on the bed. I was touching my wife's body and felt that my penis wasn't hard enough, so I said to my wife, "Xin, have you ever been touched like this by another man before? Tell me so I can get a thrill." My wife was already squirming from my touching. She already knew I had this kind of interest, so she generously told me an interesting story from before we got married.

I've summarized the story, and it's basically like this: After graduating from high school, she started working, doing several jobs. Before meeting me, she worked in a small factory with about thirty people. She was 23 that year. I knew about this factory because my wife and I started dating at the end of that year. We dated for a year and then got married. I often went to her factory back then. She lived in the factory dormitory and only quit before our wedding. She was

a lively and lovely 23-year-old girl. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, the boss liked her a lot, and he probably took advantage of her a bit. But my wife said that the person who touched her wasn't this boss, but someone else. That person was in his forties and managed the materials warehouse at another factory. The boss often asked my wife to go to that factory to get materials from him, and they became familiar with

each other over time. My wife said that this person was very lecherous. At first, he touched her hands and face, then her breasts and buttocks, and finally even her genitals. He must have noticed that my wife had a good temper, so he became bolder and bolder. My wife wasn't exactly chaste, and with her good temper and physical needs, she half-heartedly let him touch her.

Most women probably like being touched by men, and my wife was one of them. Later, I asked my wife,

"Weren't you embarrassed when he touched you?" My wife said, "He felt good touching me, so I didn't care." It was summer when that man touched my wife's genitals. In summer, my wife wears less clothing, so it's easier for him to touch her. Sometimes my wife would wear a dress to the warehouse to see him. He was the only one in charge of that warehouse. As soon as my wife went in, he would hug and kiss her. My wife didn't like him, so she would turn her head and let him kiss her face and neck,

but not her mouth. He didn't necessarily want to kiss her mouth. He just kept kissing her until he reached her chest. Then he would roll up my wife's dress and secure it around her neck, push up her bra to expose her two full breasts. If she wasn't wearing a bra, he would just take it off, which looked even more comfortable. Then he would pull down my wife's panties, which would fall to the ground. So later, when she took off her bra, my wife would simply take off her panties herself and put the bra in her bag so it wouldn't get dirty.

The first time she took off her panties, they fell to the ground and got dirty. My wife walked a whole stop back to the factory naked. Of course, she was still wearing her dress. As for whether she exposed herself, I don't know; my wife didn't think that much about it.

Why didn't she take off the dress too? Because this warehouse didn't have a door, and people could come in anytime. The warehouse was just one large room, no smaller rooms, so generally no one would come. I asked my wife,

"Where did he undress you?" My wife said, "At first, we undressed behind the shelves because the goods were in the way. Later, we got bolder and undressed right at the door. He likes to see me naked." I thought, 'Of course, what man doesn't like to see a young woman naked?' My wife said, "Because the light is good by the door, and his desk is right there, sometimes he would strip me completely naked, even taking off my dress, and make me stand naked in front of the desk, bending over so the sun would shine on my buttocks. He would then squat behind me, spreading my buttocks to look at my anus; or he would simply make me sit on the desk with my legs spread wide, letting the sunlight shine directly on my genitals. He would even use his fingers to spread my labia to let the sun shine on them, saying it was to disinfect my vagina." However, the time spent playing by the door was very short, afraid of being seen, so the man would carry my wife behind the shelves to touch her. Sometimes he would carry her horizontally, with one hand around her back and the other hand under her knees; sometimes he would carry her vertically, with my wife wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, the man supporting my wife's bare buttocks; more often, my wife would carry her dress herself, completely naked, to behind the shelves, and the man would watch from behind, saying he really liked seeing my wife's bare buttocks.

I asked my wife, "How did that man touch you?" This was the key point; I had to find out. My wife said that the first time they went together, the man said a lot of sweet things to make her happy, and she was very pleased.

While checking the goods, he even touched her hand and said it was beautiful, which made her very happy. He even put his arm around her waist and saw her to the door.

The second time they went, the man took the opportunity to dance cheek-to-cheek with her, then started touching her from behind. My wife half-heartedly resisted and let him touch her. Later, I asked my wife, "Do you really like being touched by men?" She nodded and said she'd liked being touched by men since she was little, and that she developed sexual desire after puberty. I like my wife's honest personality.

It was June, and my wife was wearing very little clothing—a short-sleeved shirt, a bra, capri pants, and underwear. The man quickly touched her from her back to her stomach, then up to her breasts, from outside her clothes to inside. Her bra was definitely pushed up; my wife's breasts aren't large, just the right size to be held in one hand.

After fondling her breasts, the man's hand slipped into her pants from behind. Because both her capri pants and underwear had wide, elastic waistbands, it was very easy to slip his hand inside. He directly shoved his hand inside her underwear and touched her buttocks, even moving down to her genitals. My wife was so excited she was wet, though still a little embarrassed.

After a while, she pulled away and saw the man's wet hand. Her face turned red, and she straightened her clothes to leave, but the man still escorted her to the door.

The third time he went, he grabbed my wife and pulled her behind a shelf to start touching her. He started from above again, touching her breasts first. This time, instead of shoving his hand inside her pants, he pulled her capri pants and underwear down to her knees, for easy repositioning in case anyone came.

With one hand around my wife's bare buttocks and the other directly touching her genitals, the man gestured for her to spread her legs so he could touch her vagina. My wife was also wrapped around the man's waist, her face pressed against his chest, her buttocks swaying back and forth and side to side

with pleasure. I've touched my wife's genitals before; when she's in pleasure, she sways quite a bit, especially her clitoris and labia minora. Touching them makes her involuntarily squirm. My wife said that time she was trembling all over, experiencing excitement, pleasure, and fear. She could only hold him tightly, her legs shaking so badly she could barely stand, desperately trying to suppress her moans, "Mmm...mmm..." so no one would hear.

The man skillfully touched my wife's clitoris and labia minora. My wife really couldn't take it anymore. When the man inserted two fingers into her vagina and thrust rapidly, she orgasmed, screaming "Aww—Aww—" much louder than before. Luckily, no one came.

My wife said that when she orgasmed, her whole body went limp. Fortunately, the man held her buttocks tightly, letting her lean against the shelf; otherwise, she would have collapsed to the ground. My wife also told me that during her orgasm that time, she also urinated; she just couldn't hold it in anymore. Luckily, it wasn't a lot, but it soaked the man's trousers and her own trousers, which were hanging on her knees, making her very embarrassed.

Perhaps the man saw that my wife was having an orgasm and increased the speed of his thrusting, causing her to lose control of her bladder. I never imagined that my wife's first orgasm would be caused by this man.

Because my wife is quite thin and doesn't have much pubic hair (though it's gotten a bit thicker now), she's very sensitive. So, every time this guy touched her, she came to orgasm, and it didn't take long. Now, I can easily bring my wife to orgasm too. It seems having a thin wife has this advantage – it saves energy! Haha!

The fourth time we went, everyone was more familiar with each other, and we became more relaxed. We even played some nude games, with my wife naked, but the guy wasn't. It seems my wife enjoys being seen naked. My wife has a very easygoing personality. When the guy touched her body, she also touched him through her clothes, including his penis. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes soft, and the hardness didn't seem to last long, so I couldn't really tell.

I asked my wife, "Did that guy ever have sex with you?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "No, not at first. If he wanted to, I wouldn't refuse. Actually, I wanted to too." Yes, I think what my wife said is true. My wife is a woman with a normal sex drive. It's no wonder she felt uncomfortable being naked and having her breasts touched. I started having sex with my wife after knowing her for only a month.

My wife continued, "Later, until just before he quit his job, he started having sex with me." I suddenly remembered that my wife and I got married on October 6th, and she only quit her job at the end of September. Could it be that before the wedding, that man was still touching my wife? My wife nodded a little embarrassed. In other words, that year, I shared my wife's body with that man.

I asked my wife, "How did you two start?" My wife answered shyly, thinking for a moment. Because I had already told her that I had this kind of interest—my friends all know what that is, so I won't explain—

she didn't feel any pressure. Plus, she naturally enjoyed having fun, so it just happened naturally.

My wife and I dated for over half a year, and our feelings for each other deepened. Since we were already living together, my wife took meticulous care of me, and I found her to be incredibly feminine. Both sets of parents were very satisfied and hoped we would get married and have children soon, so my parents could help us take care of the children while they were still healthy. I'm an only child, and my parents spoiled me a lot, so my wife and I decided to get married in the second half of the year.

After discussing it with both sets of parents, we decided to get married on October 6th and register our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau on August 6th, because that day is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Valentine's Day, and registering our marriage on that day is especially meaningful. This date also has special significance for my wife; it was on this day that she was first sexually assaulted by that man in the warehouse, and I happened to be at the warehouse entrance.

Here's what happened: On August 6th, my wife took half a day off in the afternoon. Although it was Sunday, private companies don't have days off; you have to take leave. At noon, I went to pick up my wife, and the boss asked her to deliver a batch of goods to that man's warehouse. This was my second time at the warehouse; the last time I accompanied my wife to deliver goods, but I never imagined that today I would be delivering my wife to this man to grope.

I stood outside the warehouse. Why didn't I go in? Because I knew there was only one man inside, and if we went in together, it would seem like they were being suspected. I don't interfere in my wife's work affairs; I'm afraid her colleagues will laugh at her. Putting myself in her shoes, if my female colleagues' husbands were watching us, I definitely wouldn't feel comfortable.

Both times, I let my wife go in to check the goods as soon as we reached the door. I had no idea that she was actually being touched naked by that man inside. No wonder I heard her making "mmm" and "ooh" sounds from outside, though they were intermittent and not very clear. I thought it was them chatting while checking the goods.

Last time, my wife went in for about twenty minutes and came out with her face flushed. I thought it was because it was stuffy inside, but now I know it was a reaction after an orgasm. But I really didn't think of that at the time. Think about it, it's just a big, square room with no door, what could possibly happen?

This was my second time going, and my wife even brought our wedding photo album to show that man. We took some time recently to have a set of wedding photos taken (of course, I took the opportunity to expose my wife a little during the photoshoot, I'll talk about that another time). The 40-inch photos are hanging on the wall of the room, several crystal photos are placed in various places, and there's also a thick photo album. My wife had promised that man she'd show him the photo album, which I knew at the time; it's normal for colleagues to look at wedding photos.

When we arrived at the warehouse, as usual, I waited at the door while my wife went in carrying a box of goods and the wedding photos. After a while, I could faintly hear sounds coming from inside, "mmm, moaning." This time it took about thirty minutes before my wife came out, her face still flushed and a little sweaty. I asked her, "Why did it take so long this time?" She said, "I did some extra work this time." I thought she was looking at the wedding photos, but I never imagined she'd been sexually assaulted by that man inside.

Now I know that after my wife went in, she pulled the man behind the shelves; she was afraid he'd strip her naked and expose her to the sun again at the door. One reason was that I was at the door, and she was afraid I'd see—though I wouldn't actually look. Looking around at the door was less appealing than going in directly. So, as soon as my wife came out, I walked ahead of her, also afraid the man would see us. Secondly, we were going to register our marriage today, and it was such a hot day, and I was waiting outside, which was exhausting. My wife felt sorry for me, so she stopped playing games and immediately took off her dress, bra, and panties.

The man was very happy, admiring my wife's naked body while looking at our wedding photos. In the photos, thanks to makeup and lighting, my wife was still very beautiful, wearing a white wedding dress that made her look very pure. But in front of him, my wife was completely naked, her breasts round and her nipples erect. Her pubic hair, though sparse, was distinctly black and white, with a thin, fleshy slit in the middle and her clitoris slightly exposed.

The man became more and more excited as he looked, so he took a chair, opened the photo album, and placed it on the chair. Then, while looking at our wedding photos, he began to caress my wife's body. My wife was very aroused by his touch, and as the man rapidly inserted his fingers into her vagina, she tightly hugged his waist and twisted her hips until she orgasmed.

Before, after they touched and hugged for a while, my wife would start getting dressed. This time, however, the man whispered in my wife's ear, "Can I have sex with you?" My wife immediately understood what he meant and nodded "Mmm," seemingly without hesitation.

The man immediately turned my wife's body around so that her buttocks were facing him. My wife understood and bent over, spreading her legs wide, her buttocks sticking up high, her hands and head resting on the shelf. The man took off his beach shorts and underwear, and with his hard penis, he inserted it into my wife's vagina and began to fuck her vigorously.

He ejaculated after about five minutes, not inside, but on my wife's anus. My wife quickly squatted down to avoid getting any inside her vagina. The man also quickly took out tissues from my wife's bag and personally wiped the semen off my wife's anus and buttocks. Although my wife had just had an orgasm from his touching, she also enjoyed the penetration.

The man really liked our wedding photos. Since we had the negatives, my wife agreed to develop a few prints of her wedding photos for him—all 8-inch prints. The man said he liked to look at my wife's wedding photos while having sex with her, which made my wife very embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, on the day we registered our marriage, my wife was having sex with someone else. I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage with my wife, whose anus had another man's semen on it. Because the man pulled out hastily just before ejaculating and ejaculated on her anus, I don't know if he could hold back; there might also be a small amount of semen in my wife's vagina.

After the first time, it became much easier. After that, every time my wife visited, the man would take out her wedding photos and play with her while looking at them. After that, the time spent penetrating with his fingers gradually shortened; he basically used his penis to bring my wife to orgasm. My wife is thin; if the man faces her, holds her, has her legs wrapped around his waist, and supports her buttocks with his hands, and he stands on the ground and thrusts like that, my wife will orgasm in less than three minutes.

I genuinely didn't know my wife was being taken advantage of by that man inside. Although she knew about my hobbies, she didn't tell me because she was afraid I'd get angry and leave her. She cared a lot about my reaction and planned to tell me later when the opportunity arose. Thinking about it, even if she had told me, besides excitement, could I really have a threesome with him? That man wasn't into that kind of thing and wouldn't understand our behavior at all.

I later accompanied my wife to the warehouse once more, making it three times in total. The first two times, the man didn't know I was outside; the last time, my wife told him I was waiting for her outside.

I remember the last time I accompanied my wife was around September 20th, a few days before our wedding. That time, after my wife went inside, the man, as before, stripped her naked at the door, hugged her, and made her sit on the desk by the door. He took a clip from the desk and clamped it onto my wife's nipples. Of course, the clip was loose, so it didn't hurt at all. Then he pulled out his penis and forcefully inserted it.

Because his wife wasn't aroused yet, there wasn't much lubrication in her vagina, making penetration difficult. She also moaned louder. The man called this "rape," one of his favorite games.

He had many tricks up his sleeve. Once, after arousing his wife, he made her masturbate to orgasm before continuing. Another time, he had a more extreme taste; he liked to insert his fingers into both her vagina and anus. Once, while forcefully inserting his fingers into her anus, he aroused her urge to defecate. She wanted to defecate, but the man insisted on watching her. So he took a trash can, covered it with a black garbage bag, and made her stick her buttocks out while he squatted behind her, enjoying the spectacle of her excreting and urinating simultaneously. His tastes were truly unique.

This time, his wife moaned and quickly covered her mouth with her hand to try and quiet it down. The man found it strange; his wife usually hugged his neck and whispered in his ear. He asked her what was wrong, and she honestly told him, "My husband is at the door; he brought me here." Sensing the man's nervousness, she reassured him, "My husband won't come in, but we'd better go to the back." The man said, "Okay." He thrust a few more times, fully inserting his penis into her vagina, then lifted her by the buttocks and carried her away from the desk. She could only hold onto his neck with her hands and his waist with her legs.

He deliberately carried her around the warehouse entrance, moving her buttocks up and down to allow his penis to slide in and out. The wife felt his penis was particularly hard today, and it felt incredibly good. She was very excited, but couldn't shout loudly at the door for fear of being heard, so she tried her best to hold back and moan softly. Fortunately,

the man only thrust briefly at the door before moving to the back. Just as they reached the shelves behind the warehouse, she climaxed. The man came quickly too, and because of the position, he penetrated very deeply, almost ejaculating inside her vagina. My wife said she'd never experienced such pleasure before, her heart was pounding. That time, I thought my wife's moans were louder than usual, and it sounded like they were right at the door, so I even thought they were checking inventory!

Later, before my wife resigned at the end of the month, they did it again. I asked my wife, "Is this the last time?" My wife said shyly, "No, the last time was on our wedding day." Oh God! My wife is truly my perfect match! She's the kind of person who brings the most excitement. Confess already! Wife, please be honest!

It turns out that after they finished, the man, while caressing my wife's naked body, told her he wanted to attend our wedding, wanted to see her in her wedding dress, and wanted to make love to her one last time, wondering if there was any chance. My wife thought for a moment and said, "The hotel where we're holding our wedding banquet will provide a complimentary room for the newlyweds to rest on the day of the event. I'll be changing clothes in that room, and you can come with me. That day is my safe period, so you don't need to pull out when you ejaculate." We deliberately chose the 6th for our wedding because it was my wife's safe period, allowing us to have more fun. Unexpectedly, my wife had already told him everything. My wife said she had always wanted to ejaculate inside, but had never done it before, and would only be satisfied after experiencing it once.

On the 6th, I brought my wife from her hometown first. She's from out of town, so I had to pick her up. Some things happened during that time, which I'll tell you about another time.

When we arrived at the hotel, my wife and I stood awkwardly at the entrance to greet the guests. My wife wore a white wedding dress, a very sexy one, with a large exposed cleavage. I chose this on purpose. Someone as slim as my wife, with relatively small breasts, should have chosen a wedding dress with a proper bust size, but I deliberately chose a size too big. My wife knew what I meant, but thought that a looser fit would be more comfortable.

Wearing this wedding dress, if my wife bends over, almost everyone in front of her can see her entire breasts, including both breasts and nipples; she definitely wouldn't be wearing a bra. But today, it seems the people here don't have a chance to see her nipples; at most, they can only see most of her breasts. Since everyone here is a relative or friend, my wife felt embarrassed and didn't bend over much.

As for seeing most of her breasts, that's normal; brides in wedding dresses usually show that much skin. My wife just showed a little more, but they'll just think she's pitiful because she's too thin to find a suitable dress, so they won't gossip.

After most of the guests arrived, we went inside. In the center of the hall, near the side, there was a platform about one meter high. Led by the male and female emcees, we said a few words on the platform, and finally, the couple bowed to each other. The male emcee was standing next to me. When my wife bent over, he saw her entire breasts, and I also saw both of her breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the male emcee pause for a moment, then pretend not to see it, and keep watching my wife straighten up for about five seconds.

Then we sat at the main table, rested for a while, and prepared to toast. My wife didn't rest; instead, she went upstairs to change clothes, telling me to rest first. If I had known she was upstairs having sex with someone, I would have been even more excited and would definitely have gone to the door to listen, ideally witnessing it live.

My wife later told me that when she came off the stage, she nodded to the man and pointed upwards. The man smiled at her and followed her into the elevator. In the elevator, the man even reached under her wedding dress and touched her breasts, because there were no security cameras in the elevator.

After they entered the room one after the other, they locked the door. The man hugged my wife, still wearing her wedding dress, and kissed her passionately. Then he stripped her naked and started having sex with her on my wedding bed. My wife seemed aroused from the start; her vagina wasn't dry, so the man's penis went in easily. The man was also very excited, trying several positions—front, back, top, bottom.

Because they used to have sex in the warehouse, the wife was always afraid of being heard, so her moans were suppressed and she was always anxious. Here, everyone let loose, and the wife moaned with great pleasure and felt particularly comfortable. After about five minutes, the wife reached orgasm. Then, the other man came too, and this time he finally ejaculated inside the wife's vagina, fulfilling a wish.

The man told the wife that he had a wonderful day, never expecting her moans to be so beautiful, and that she had even given him a good time. He had never slept with a bride other than his own wife, so he was very grateful to her and hoped that she could come to his warehouse again sometime. Although the wife agreed, she has not yet gone.

Afterwards, the wife changed into a red cheongsam, beaming with happiness as she toasted everyone. No one knew that the bride's vagina was still flowing with someone else's semen. That night, in the bridal chamber, I also slept with the wife, but because she had taken a shower beforehand, I didn't realize that someone had already beaten me to it.

I originally wanted to find some like-minded people online to attend my wedding, but I couldn't find any. Fortunately, the wife made up for it a little, but unfortunately, I didn't participate. Now, whenever I think about my wife's working experience, I make her scream with pleasure. I love my good-tempered wife!

(2) Dad's sexual happiness

From the funny stories in the last episode, you all know about my wife's personality. Unlike some women who wear thick clothes, completely covered up, not even letting others see their arms, and sitting with their legs tightly together, constantly worried about whether they've exposed themselves, I don't like that kind of woman. I like outgoing women, like my wife, who is a perfect match for my interests.

My interests combined with my wife's personality sometimes make me suspect she has a mild exhibitionist tendency. The biggest beneficiary, of course, is my dad. Aside from my mom, he seems to have never seen a woman's naked body. That's my way of showing filial piety, haha!

My wife lived with us when she was still a prospective daughter-in-law. When it was hot, I'd tell her,

"Don't wear a bra at home, it's hot! We're family, no need to be so fussy." She thought it made sense, and from then on, she stopped wearing a bra at home when it was hot. Now she doesn't even wear shorts anymore, but that's another story.

Back then, she still wore shorts. When she came home from work, she'd take off her bra and pants, put on a long t-shirt that just covered her buttocks, and wear only underwear underneath. Because the t-shirt was thin, the marks of her nipples were quite obvious, and her breasts would sway slightly when she walked. On the balcony, under direct sunlight, her breasts were clearly visible. No wonder my dad always liked chatting with my wife and was particularly pleased with this carefree daughter-in-law.

My dad would often find excuses, like asking how to write a certain character, and have my wife bend down to write it for him so he could see her round breasts through the loose neckline of her t-shirt. I saw this but didn't say anything; I even felt a little excited.

Later, after my wife gave birth, my dad frequently came over to help, and my wife didn't disappoint him. While breastfeeding, she often exposed both breasts, letting my dad see them to his heart's content. I recorded some of these breastfeeding scenes with a video camera. We didn't have a digital camera back then; I'll take some screenshots and post them on my blog, "Poetic and Picturesque," so everyone can enjoy them.

My wife wasn't wearing a bra, and I made her wear old underwear. Old underwear is loose and thinner, especially around the thighs, so I could easily reach between her thighs to touch her genitals. My wife liked this style, finding it cool and breathable. Because the underwear was so loose, it hung down, leaving a full 5 centimeters between the crotch and her genitals. Pulling up her t-shirt, I could easily see through those 5 centimeters.

One afternoon, my wife was squatting on the floor cleaning, vigorously wiping the floor with a cleaning cloth. My dad, as usual, walked over, ready to peek at her breasts again. He walked over to his wife, seemed to pause for a moment, and his expression was a little strange. I was puzzled, so I slowly moved closer and secretly peeked at his wife. Oh my god! No wonder Dad was stunned.

It turned out that my wife was squatting on the ground, and because her pants had slipped down about 5 centimeters, her entire genitals were exposed. From my vantage point, I could clearly see her pubic hair, clitoris, labia majora, and labia minora. My wife doesn't have much pubic hair, so I could see everything except her vagina at the very bottom. Dad, standing next to her, must have seen it even more clearly.

My wife didn't realize she was exposed; she was squatting on the ground, wiping herself, her thighs constantly opening and closing, and it took her several minutes to stand up, leaving Dad dumbfounded. Of course, I enjoyed the view even more, and that night I had sex with my wife until she was exhausted.

It seems Dad also noticed that my wife was wearing such loose underwear, and he must really want to see it again. I'll satisfy you one more time! My wife and I have a habit of taking a nap. One time, while she was still fast asleep, lying on her side with her top leg bent and her bottom leg straight, her entire genitals were exposed from behind, thanks to her loose underwear.

Her labia majora were hairless and looked very clean, while her labia minora were slightly parted, revealing her pink vagina with some glistening moisture inside. Her t-shirt was already pulled down to her waist, so I gently pulled her underwear down further, exposing her anus even more clearly.

My dad was reading the newspaper in the living room, so I went to the bathroom and pretended to take a shower. Halfway through, I said to him,

"Dad, I forgot to bring a change of clothes. They're on my bed. Be quiet, Xin is still sleeping, don't wake her." My dad agreed and went into my room. I quietly followed him, peeking out from the doorway.

My dad stood by the bed, staring intently at my wife's buttocks. Then, he slowly bent down, bringing his face closer to her buttocks, seemingly observing closely. He then extended a finger towards her genitals, but stopped just short of touching them, as if he wanted to but dared not.

Finally, my dad seemed to have made up his mind, gently stroking my wife's genitals before reluctantly withdrawing his hand and picking up my pants from the bed. I quickly slipped back to the bathroom to continue showering, but I was already hard. I saw that my dad's penis was also swollen; it seemed my mom was in for a treat.

But this kind of thing could only be done once; doing it too many times would definitely arouse suspicion. Soon after, my wife and I got married and moved out of the house, so my dad no longer had the chance to look. Later, my wife gave birth, and my dad could finally look at her breasts again while she was breastfeeding.

After having a child, to document his growth, I bought a digital camera. While taking pictures of my child, I also took many nude photos of my wife, including close-ups of her private parts. I created a folder on my computer named after my wife and put all the nude photos in it.

Once, while having dinner at my parents' house, I casually mentioned, "The child is so playful! When my wife bathes him, he's always soaking wet. Luckily, he's not wearing any clothes, so I took a few pictures of him bathing!" Everyone laughed. Suddenly, I felt my dad's eyes flicker, as if he was secretly glancing at my wife. I thought, "He's not trying to see the photos, is he? If he wants to, he can look for them on the computer himself!" So, every time I turned on my computer, I would check "My Recent Documents," which records the activity before I shut it down. A few days later, after coming home from work, I habitually opened "My Recent Documents" and suddenly saw a row of filenames for my wife's nude photos. I was incredibly excited.

After calming down, I went over to my wife and chatted with her for a while. We talked about computers, and I said, "Has anyone come over to use my computer today? I forgot to unplug it." My wife immediately replied, "Your parents came over this afternoon. Your father played on the computer for a bit. Your mother and I were looking after the kids, so he had nothing to do and played on the computer for a while." I was very excited. I went to the computer and opened the folder containing my wife's nude photos again, looking at them once more. In the photos, my wife was either sitting or standing, some topless, some bottomless, or completely naked, her breasts high and firm, with light pubic hair. The close-ups of her genitals were even clearer; I could clearly see two protruding mons pubis and a slightly open slit, with the vaginal opening faintly visible at the bottom. Further down, the anus was marked by a ring of radiating folds around its outer edge.

Some of the photos were taken when my wife was aroused, her clitoris erect, and some white fluid was coming out of her vagina; others were photos of us having sex, my penis hard inside her vagina; there were even photos of my wife squatting in the toilet urinating—it was all sorts of photos. This time, my dad saw everything about his daughter-in-law, very carefully and clearly.

Now, in the hot weather, my wife doesn't even wear underwear, just a thin, super short dress, her three points vaguely visible. When she sits on a stool or bed, people opposite her can directly see her genitals. My dad probably had the chance to see it a few times! I also took a few photos of this scene; I think I posted them in the "Springtime Leaks" section before. I'll organize them and post a few more in the "Poetic and Picturesque" section next time.

I am a dutiful son, and it is truly a blessing to be my father! He can watch whenever he wants; we are family, no need to be polite.

(3) Visiting the wife's parents' home

From the first episode, everyone knows that my wife and I got married on October 6th. There is a custom in their area that three days after the wedding, the bride must return to her parents' home for a few days. Of course, now that things are more open, everyone is more flexible about these customs. If you don't have time, you don't need to go back to your parents' home.

We have time; I have five days of wedding leave, and my wife has already quit her job. Moreover, the distance is not very far. It takes more than three hours to drive on the highway, and then more than two hours by boat to get to their home. Let's just treat it as a wedding trip and make her parents happy.

Actually, it's not very tiring on the way, especially on the boat. It's swaying and rocking, but sitting in the cabin and looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides, it feels wonderful! The passenger ship wasn't very big. There were seven rows of benches on each side of the cabin. The bench frames were iron, welded into the cabin, and the cushions and backrests were made of wide-spaced strips of hardwood. It was still quite cool to sit on them.

In the upper left corner of the cabin, there was a television for showing movies. My wife loves watching, and this time was no exception. She sat in the third row watching TV, while I found it too noisy because the speakers were at the front. So I preferred to sit in the last row, the seventh row. There

were only four or five people scattered around the ship, everyone except me sitting in the front watching TV, each occupying a bench. The ship here is like a bus, stopping at each station. Most of the people from my wife's hometown have gone out to work, so there were very few people. It was midday, and after a few stops, only my wife and I were left on the ship.

When it was just the two of us, I sat down next to my wife and started touching her all over. It was still quite hot in October. I noticed my wife was sweating, so I said to her, "Aren't you hot? Why don't you take off your bra?" She must have felt hot too. Seeing that no one was around, she stood up, took off her t-shirt first, and put it on the bench, then took off her bra.

Looking at my wife's bare upper body, I suddenly felt very excited. I quickly pulled her pants down to her knees. Today she was wearing loose, light-colored capri pants, which were easy to remove. I made my almost naked wife stand in the aisle in the middle of the cabin, and I started touching her up and down, feeling her crotch. It was already wet; she seemed aroused too.

Later, because I was worried about the driver coming down—the toilet was right behind the seventh row, and he would see it if he did—and another ship was coming down very close, I didn't want to be seen. My wife, however, seemed unsatisfied. She reluctantly put her clothes back on, but didn't wear her bra, though she let me continue touching her. When there were other people around, I sat in the last row; when there were no people, I would go to my wife and touch her.

After a while, the boat arrived at the next stop, and this time two men boarded, one older, around 50 years old, and the other around 20. The older man sat in the first row in front of my wife, watching TV intently, while the 20-year-old sat in the first row next to him, and my wife was still in the third row.

The young man also started watching TV intently, but perhaps he had seen the same disc before, because he began looking around. I quickly leaned against the back of the bench in front of me, pretending to be asleep, thinking: My wife is about to be exposed. Because my wife was only wearing a thin white t-shirt, and her nipples were hard from my touching, and I could still vaguely see two dark spots, so it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.

I leaned back and squinted at the young man. Sure enough, he glanced at my wife's chest, seemed to pause for a moment, looked more closely, then looked up at her face, and asked with a smile, "Are you Sister Xin?" My wife looked at him and recognized him too: "Oh, Zhang Hai!" Zhang Hai seemed very happy and immediately sat down next to my wife to chat. It seemed they knew each other and had a good relationship!

After a while, I saw my wife giggling, and I couldn't tell what they were talking about because they were speaking quietly. Gunfire and shouts of battle were playing on the TV, and the ship's engines were roaring. Zhang Hai seemed to be reading my wife's palm, looking at her hands over and over. Then he put his arm around her shoulder. My wife glanced back casually, checking if I was angry. I nodded slightly and smiled at her, and she smiled back, a little shy, her face slightly red. She knew my tastes.

I saw Zhang Hai's hand slowly move down my wife's shoulder, along her back. I quickly pretended to lie flat and peeked through the gap under the bench. Sure enough, Zhang Hai's hand slowly reached my wife's buttocks, gently caressing her bottom. It seemed my wife was also excited and enjoying Zhang Hai's touch.

After a while, Zhang Hai's hand went inside my wife's pants. It seemed that touching her through her pants wasn't enough, so he went inside to touch her bottom. My wife didn't seem to care and was still laughing and talking with him.

After a while, I saw Zhang Hai's other hand reach in front of my wife, I don't know what he was doing. A moment later, I saw my wife's legs, which were originally slightly apart, suddenly come together, her waist straightened up, and then her legs slowly spread apart, even wider than before, her knees no longer bent, but stretched straight forward, her whole body like she was lying on the backrest, and she stopped talking.

I really wanted to go over and see what they were doing. I strongly suspected that Zhang Hai was touching my wife's genitals. Seeing this, I even got an erection myself.

After a while, I saw Zhang Hai whisper something in my wife's ear. My wife nodded, and then Zhang Hai got up and walked towards the restroom. As he passed by me, through my slightly open eyes, I saw that two fingers of Zhang Hai's left hand were wet, and it was this left hand that reached in front of my wife, causing her legs to spread apart and then close again.

Zhang Hai went into the restroom and closed the door. Only then did my wife get up and walk to my side, picking up her handbag. I'm in charge of both of our luggage, so she placed it next to me. She took out a condom from the bag. Actually, we never use condoms; we keep them as a precaution, something like today's situation. I never expected we'd actually need them.

My wife took out a condom, looked at me as if seeking my opinion. I saw her face was a little red, a mix of shyness and excitement. She said to me, "Is it okay?" I was excited too, and said,

"Shall we start?" My wife nodded, and I gestured towards the toilet, "Go ahead!" My wife then grabbed a plastic bag for clothes; it seemed they were about to have a naked battle. Watching my wife go into the toilet and close the door, I immediately pricked up my ears, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside. But the cabin was too noisy, the machinery was too loud, and I couldn't hear anything.

So I tiptoed to the toilet door, and when I saw it, I was happy. It turned out the toilet door on this ship was broken, the lock was broken, and it was only held to the door frame with a wire. The door couldn't be closed properly; with the ship rocking, there was at least a 3-centimeter gap. I stood at the toilet doorway; it was a dark passageway, but there was a window inside, so the toilet was quite bright.

Through the gap, I could see my wife. Due to the angle, Zhang Hai couldn't see her, but I could see his hands groping her buttocks. After a while, he seemed to say, "Take off your clothes," and pulled down my wife's pants. It seems men do the same thing when undressing women; he pulled down her underwear and outer pants at the same time. My wife took off her t-shirt and put them in a plastic bag, standing naked in front of Zhang Hai.

At this point, Zhang Hai was probably also naked. He pulled my wife closer, and I could only see half of her profile. Suddenly, my wife cried out, "Oh!" It seemed like penetration had occurred, face-to-face. Then, I could hear her moaning softly.

After a while, I saw my wife turn around, only her bent upper body visible. Her hands were on the windowsill; this time, penetration was definitely from behind. I could only see her breasts swaying back and forth.

A little while later, Zhang Hai turned his wife back around. I saw him thrusting forcefully into her, holding her buttocks. This time, I heard her moan, "Aww... Aww..." and knew she had orgasmed. Watching my wife being fucked by someone else in front of me, I was also excited and almost had an orgasm, but knowing they were almost done, I quickly went back to the bench and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, my wife came out first and sat on the third row of benches. Then Zhang Hai came out and sat next to her again, chatting and laughing. The boat reached the next stop, and Zhang Hai and the older man got off there.

The boat continued on, and it was just the two of us left. I sat next to my wife, looking at her flushed face, and asked, "Was it good?" My wife nodded, a little embarrassed. I asked her,

"Do you know each other?" My wife nodded and started telling me about her past with Zhang Hai.

It turned out that Zhang Hai was a classmate of my wife's former neighbor, four years younger than her. When Zhang Hai was 14 and in his first year of junior high school, he visited a new classmate's house. His wife was there too; she was 18 then, a sophomore in high school. She was still quite childish, so they hung out together.

One time, his wife was using the toilet in her room. She liked to pull her pants down to her knees and stick her buttocks out high while urinating, so Zhang Hai immediately noticed her pubic hair. She already had some hair then, just less than she does now.

"Sister, you have pubic hair?"

"Yes," his wife nodded.

"Let me see! I've never seen a girl's pubic hair before!" Zhang Hai said excitedly.

His wife, probably an exhibitionist since childhood, wasn't embarrassed at all and stood up to show Zhang Hai. While looking, Zhang Hai reached out and touched her, and even made her turn around so he could spread her buttocks from behind to see her genitals. After that, whenever he had the chance, Zhang Hai would make my wife take off her pants to show him her genitals. He even looked at my wife's breasts. It seems he was very interested in my wife's anatomy and would study it from time to time. So, he was the kind of man who would touch my wife.

I asked my wife, "Did Zhang Hai ever fuck you back then?" My wife said no. Back then, nobody knew how to have sex, and we never even thought about doing it. We just touched and looked, and we never even inserted a finger.

It seems Zhang Hai hadn't learned physiology properly back then. However, my wife liked being touched and found it very comfortable. Now Zhang Hai finally fucked my wife once, so I guess he got what he wanted!

After arriving at my parents' house, I stayed for three days. Because of work, I had to go back, so I could only return on the fourth day. That night, my wife called and said that Zhang Hai had come to see her that afternoon. He had carefully studied her anatomy again in her room and found my wife's G-spot with his penis. After hearing this, I could only take care of myself in bed.

(4) Renting a house

After my wife and I got married, we didn't plan to have children right away. We wanted to enjoy our happy life as a couple. We were together almost every day, having sex all the time. There

was a guy living upstairs who probably couldn't stand it anymore, so he also found a woman to marry.

We needed to renovate the house for the wedding, so when it got hot, we hired a renovation team. If you're talking about who's the strongest, you have to mention our farmer brothers. With a few swings of their hammers, they smashed a hole in the ceiling of our toilet. They wanted to peep at my wife taking a shower. That was too much noise. This world is too crazy.

It's not a big problem if they can watch, but the problem is that they also broke the sewage pipe. The yellow and white stuff falling down was really unsightly. The taste was too heavy, I couldn't stand it! So we immediately went to the guy upstairs. After friendly negotiations, we reached the following consensus: the toilet would be repaired for free, we would rent a house outside temporarily, all expenses would be paid by the guy upstairs, and my wife would go back to her own home. Of course, the last point was not discussed, and the guy didn't have any advanced ideas.

The most urgent thing was to find a place to live. In this sweltering heat and with such a smelly toilet, we couldn't afford to be without a shower. My target was the suburbs, where the farmhouses were cheaper. We had to save money for the guy upstairs! After searching and searching, we finally found a cheap place. This farmhouse was two stories high, with two rooms facing each other on each floor, for a total of four rooms. There was a passageway in the middle (eight rooms in total across the two floors; the farmers in the suburbs are really making a fortune from rent). At one end of the passageway was the staircase, and at the other end were the bathroom and toilet, also facing each other.

The room I rented was next to the staircase. It was a large room with basic furniture, but it was just temporary, so it didn't matter. After my wife and I moved in, she liked it very much because it was very quiet during the day. Most of the residents here were migrant workers who left in the morning and didn't return until very late at night, going straight to sleep. You almost never saw them.

The next day, I discovered a boy living across the street. He was small, looked about 13, and we got to know each other better. I learned he was actually 16 and had just moved from the countryside to live with his parents. He wanted to work with them, but couldn't find suitable jobs and could only stay in his room watching TV. He was very happy to see us move in. We called him "Little Brother," and he called us "Brother" and "Sister."

I often bought him food, so he liked coming to our room. Sometimes he would stay there all morning or afternoon. After a few days, my wife complained: "Honey, that Little Brother is always in our room. I can't even change my clothes. I have to wear shorts and a bra all the time. It's so hot!" I forgot to mention that these cheap farmhouses don't have air conditioning; you have to install it yourself. We were only staying temporarily, so we used a fan.

"Well, you can change your clothes and let him see. It's not a big deal. Are you embarrassed?" I joked.

"Little Brother is still young!" my wife retorted.

I said to my wife, "Little? He's 16!" My wife agreed.

I thought for a moment and said to her, "Let's play a joke on your little brother. You pretend to accidentally expose your body to him. How about that? I guarantee you'll be thrilled." My wife was also excited about the plan and looked forward to it starting soon.

A few days later, my little brother came to our house and we started chatting again. After a while, I said, "Little brother, have you ever seen a woman naked?" "No." My little brother was clearly an honest kid.

"Then do you want to see?" I said.

"Yes." My little brother nodded.

"Then do you want to see your older sister naked?" I continued to coax him.

"Your sister will be angry." My little brother was a little timid.

"Don't be afraid, my sister has a very good temper. Besides, you're sneaking a peek, so even if she finds out, she won't be angry. Don't worry! Next time before she goes to take a shower, I'll knock on your door first. You quickly hide in the toilet opposite the bathroom and peek. Whether you see anything or not depends on your luck." "Okay!" The younger brother nodded vigorously, his eyes revealing eagerness.

The next day, I said to my wife, "Honey, let's begin the exposure operation!" My wife touched her chest and said, "I'm so excited!" So I went to the younger brother's door and knocked. The younger brother nervously peeked out and asked, "Is my sister going to take a shower?" "Yes, hurry up and hide!" I said, and the younger brother quickly ran into the toilet.

I came back and said to my wife, "Go on, exhibitionist!"

"You're so annoying!" My wife playfully punched me and wiggled her hips as she went into the bathroom.

After a while, the younger brother ran over and said to me, "I saw my sister's breasts, and her nipples!" It turned out that after my wife went into the bathroom, she didn't immediately pull up the shower cloth.

(To clarify, there were no doors to the toilet or bathroom; there was only a cloth stretched across the bathroom doorway. My wife, with her back to the toilet, first took off her t-shirt, then her bra, and then, shirtless, half-turned around and pulled the cloth over her head. So, my little brother saw most of her breasts and nipples.) "Want to see again tomorrow?" I deliberately asked my little brother.

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'll knock on the door again tomorrow."

For the next few days, my wife twisted her body like this, showing my little brother her upper body. Sometimes she stood sideways, and with each twist, my little brother could see both of her breasts.

I asked my wife, "How does it feel?"

"Very exciting!" my wife said.

"Then this time, why don't you take off your pants first, then your upper body?" "Wouldn't that be even more exciting! Okay, let's try it!" My wife immediately agreed to try it.

Sure enough, this time my little brother excitedly ran over and said, "I saw my sister's butt! Wow! It's so round! I squatted down and even saw the pubic hair in the middle of her butt." I saw that my little brother's pants were bulging; he seemed to be stimulated.

My wife came home and told me that when she got to the bathroom, she still stood with her back to the toilet. This time, she first took off her pants, then stood with her legs apart, and slowly pulled her t-shirt up over her head, bending over and sticking her butt out high, putting the t-shirt in the basin on the floor. Then she stood up and slowly took off her bra, bending over and sticking her butt out high again, putting the bra in the basin, before finally standing up and pulling the bath towel up. This time, my little brother got a good look at my wife's buttocks, no wonder she was so excited. My wife also felt very aroused, and her lower body was constantly wet.

I took the opportunity to say to my wife, "Since you like exposing yourself so much, why don't you just let my little brother see you properly from the front?" At first, my wife hesitated a little, but actually, she had already fallen in love with exposing herself. I guessed that she might have thought about it before, but just hadn't dared to. This time, she finally decided to try it.

The next day, my wife went to take a shower again. This time, my little brother didn't come back for a while. I noticed that my little brother's pants were bulging even more, forcing him to bend over. The younger brother excitedly exclaimed, "I saw my sister completely naked from the front!" He said he saw his wife standing at the bathroom door, facing him, taking off her underwear first. He felt a surge of nervousness because last time she took off her underwear, she immediately took off her t-shirt, but this time she was facing him directly! Could he see his wife's face?

Sure enough, after taking off her underwear, she pulled up her t-shirt, facing him. Good heavens! The younger brother almost screamed. His naked wife was standing right in front of him, and he felt his heart pounding.

His wife even played a little trick, pretending the t-shirt was stuck over her head and couldn't be taken off. Because the t-shirt was inside out, he said that as she tried to pull the t-shirt off her head, her body twisted left and right, causing her breasts to sway. Besides looking at his wife's breasts, he also couldn't help but stare at her genitals. Her pubic hair wasn't thick, just sparse, so her clitoris and labia were clearly visible. He said he could see her clitoris and vulva.

Just then, my wife returned from her shower. My younger brother, seeing her, looked a little embarrassed and lowered his head. My wife, however, was quite open-minded. She immediately noticed his bulging pants and, knowing full well what was going on, asked, "Little brother, what's wrong down there?" My younger brother blushed even more and stammered,

unable to speak. I decided to be blunt so he wouldn't have to sneak peeks at my wife anymore. I said to them, "Little brother accidentally saw you naked in the bathroom just now. I wanted to apologize, but I was really excited. Right, little brother?" I deliberately winked at him, and he immediately understood, saying,

"Yes, yes, I accidentally saw it in the bathroom." My wife immediately pretended to be magnanimous and said, "It's no big deal if you see it. I love you the most, little brother. If you want to see, I'll let you." "Really?" my younger brother said happily, "You're so good, sister!"

"Do you still want to see?" my wife asked him.

"Yes!" the younger brother said, looking at his wife expectantly.

The wife thought for a moment, then stood in front of him and took off her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath; she stood naked in front of him, leaving him stunned.

Suddenly, "Ouch!" the younger brother cried out, covering his penis with his hand. "What's wrong?" the wife asked. "Let me see." Saying this, she knelt down and pulled down his pants. His penis was hard and erect, with sparse hairs.

Seeing his fleshy, red penis, the wife exclaimed, "So cute!" She immediately reached out and grabbed his penis, squeezing it hard several times. The poor younger brother, unaccustomed to such stimulation, let out a few "Oh...oh..." sounds and immediately ejaculated. The wife couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed on her mouth and breasts.

My wife said coquettishly, "Little brother, you're so naughty!" Then she turned and went back to the bathroom to shower, which conveniently allowed my brother to see my wife's naked back again.

I took the opportunity to say to my brother, "Why don't you go to the bathroom and take a shower with your sister?" "Okay," my brother happily went.

I slowly walked to the bathroom door and found that the shower towel wasn't pulled up. My wife and brother were both naked, laughing and touching each other. My wife was washing my brother's penis, and my brother was touching my wife's genitals, it seemed like he even put his fingers inside.

I stood at the door and said, "Are you almost done washing? How about we try it?" The two of them weren't embarrassed at all, and they walked back to my room hand in hand, completely naked. My

wife lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and said to my brother, "Come on!" My brother didn't hold back and said, "Sister, I'm coming." He thrust his erect penis into my wife's vagina.

"Oh...so hard! You're amazing, little brother!" My wife was thrilled and immediately praised him. Unfortunately, although he was hard, he didn't last long. He ejaculated after about twenty thrusts, and this time he ejaculated inside my wife's vagina, which startled us. We calculated the days and it seemed we were still within the safe period, but we were still worried until her period came. However, we didn't blame him, since he was inexperienced.

We told him to pull out as much as possible when he was about to ejaculate. There were seven days after her period ended that were considered the safe period, and during those seven days, we let him ejaculate inside my wife to gradually reduce the sensitivity of his penis. Gradually, he started thrusting more often. A month later, he could actually bring my wife to orgasm before ejaculating. Although he didn't bring her to orgasm very often, it was still quite an achievement.

A month later, the toilet at home was repaired, and we had to go back home, as life here was inconvenient.

We all liked him very much and agreed to visit him once a week from now on. After that, every time he visited my younger brother, because of the long intervals, he would have sex twice in a row. After one session, they would chat or play games, and then he would have sex again two hours later, following the same rule: if it was during his safe period, he would ejaculate inside his wife.

His penis remained hard, but his skill level didn't improve. The first time, he never brought his wife to orgasm, but the second time, he managed to bring her to orgasm about half the time. However, his wife never cared; she enjoyed his sex and often praised his penis for its hardness and how comfortable it felt.

Two months later, in the fall, his parents were going to work in another city, and he was going with them. We were all very reluctant to let him go. The last time my younger brother and my wife had sex, they both cried, and my wife insisted that he ejaculate inside her, regardless of whether it was during her safe period.

Before parting, we left my younger brother our address, hoping he wouldn't forget us and would come to visit us sometime. My wife would definitely greet him naked. With tears in his eyes, the younger brother promised, "I will definitely come to see my older brothers and sisters again, and I will bring you lots of delicious food!"

[The End]

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