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"Helping My Wife Have an Affair (Part 3) 1-3

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(Part 3) One Wife, Two Husbands
1.

That night, we made love three times. I was exhausted, and I slowly drifted off to sleep with my beloved wife, whom I had lost and then regained. I don't know how many minutes later, I woke up from my dream and found Xiaoling kneeling naked beside me, her eyes filled with glistening tears, looking at me affectionately. "Xiaoling, what's wrong?" I was startled.

"Baby, I really love you. I will never leave you."

"Darling," I got up and hugged her, very moved, "Why are you like this? Of course I know you love me, that's why I feel at ease letting you date other people and be played with by others. Are you alright?" I looked at Xiaoling with concern and asked her in a low voice. To be honest, I was quite worried about Xiaoling's reaction, afraid that she would regret it or hate me.

"What's wrong with that? I'm doing great, and I'm enjoying it. It's good to be a woman, and even better to be your woman."

After that, Xiaoling and Afei had sex several more times. Later, with my tacit approval, she even brought him home, and they had sex on our shared bed. (Xiaoling still firmly refused to let me watch, only telling me about it briefly afterward). Later, I asked Xiaoling what it felt like to have sex with another man on our shared bed. Xiaoling chuckled and said, "It's nothing much, just a little more exciting than elsewhere."

Before this incident, Xiaoling was still a young girl. Since she started having an affair with Afei, she seemed like a flower bud that had weathered many storms, fully blossoming. Even her friends felt that she had become a different person, her beautiful body radiant, constantly displaying a mature and sexy charm.

However, their relationship only lasted for a little over two months because Afei asked Xiaoling to divorce me and marry him. Xiaoling then stopped talking to him altogether.

Xiaoling suddenly wrote me a long letter, reviewing and summarizing the whole incident. The main point was that she loved me very, very much, and if she had hurt me in the process, all the blame lay with her. She asked for my forgiveness, saying that although her body was no longer pure, her love for me was never tainted, and she hoped we could be together forever.

I wrote back to her, roughly saying that our feelings for each other remained strong, our sex life was full of passion, and I asked her not to blame herself or be afraid.

Our sex life has indeed improved significantly. I am now passionately infatuated with Xiaoling's body, and we often make love on a whim—in the living room, in the kitchen, even in the bathroom.

I find it hard to describe my feelings. For example, when I see her slender waist swaying in the kitchen, I think of how that figure used to be so alluring in Afei's arms; when I see her small buttocks in the toilet, I think of how she once sat naked in Afei's lap, gripping his wet penis and making piston-like movements; when I see her coming out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, her smooth body barely concealed, I suddenly think of that pure body, even her most private parts once covered in the fluids from her lewd acts with others. These associations often make me extremely aroused and launch an attack on Xiaoling.

When Xiaoling makes love to me, she often describes to me the scenes of her making love with Afei, which arouses me even more. So far, what makes me most gratified is that Xiaoling has never let Afei's penis ejaculate directly into her vagina, and also, Xiaoling has never taken off her underwear voluntarily; she always lets him take it off (or tear it).

Xiaoling was deeply moved after receiving the letter. In the middle of the night, she got up, knelt beside me, and cried. When I woke up, I asked her, "What's wrong, baby?"—This was our usual way of addressing each other. Even during her most intense moments of lovemaking, she never called Afei "baby," at most calling him "dear brother" (thinking of Xiaoling's sweet voice, I still felt a pang of sadness, only able to console myself with the thought that every gain has its loss). She lowered her head and said, "My love for you is beyond words, beyond repayment."

I said, "I'm not particularly good-looking, nor am I very wealthy. Why do you love me so much?"

She said, "A woman can only experience true love once in her life. You wouldn't understand this unique feeling we women have." I kissed her. I didn't doubt her love. We had lived under the same roof for years; of course, our feelings were deep. Even a one-night stand between lovers deserves a hundred days of kindness.

Unexpectedly, she heard this from a different perspective and became somewhat anxious: "Ah Fei and I have been lovers several times, but I have absolutely no love for him, never." I quickly explained: "I mean, we've lived together year after year, day after day, of course our feelings are deep."

She quickly replied: "Even if I lived with other men every day, my heart would only have love for you."

I quickly hugged her, being extremely gentle with her. She moaned and opened her legs: "Husband, I love you very much, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

As I thrust in, I asked with a smile: "Really? You'll do whatever I ask you to do?"

Seeing my malicious expression, she blushed, pouted, and said: "Not including if you ask me to cheat on you with someone else."

I started thrusting into her hard, saying as I did so, "You're still a little girl, a budding flower. How can you fully bloom? Don't you know the saying, 'Flowers won't bloom without rain'? Find another man to play with you, and you'll become a truly alluring woman. Do you want to be an alluring woman? Will you listen to your husband?"

She gasped as she answered, "I don't want to be an alluring woman, but I will listen to my husband."

"What kind of man do you hope your husband will find for you?"

"Someone older, a bastard, very roguish, very experienced," Xiaoling cried out, her mind reeling.

2.
About half a year later, I had almost forgotten about the old man called Old Cat. One day, OicQ automatically connected me online, and Old Cat happened to be online too. He greeted my wife and me, saying that Xiaoling hadn't been online for a long time and asked how she was doing. I told him we were doing well.

He hesitated, but finally said that if we had any problems that required his help, he would be happy to lend a hand. I smiled and asked how he was feeling. He quickly replied that he was great, getting plenty of exercise every morning and sometimes even playing soccer in the afternoon.

I asked about his sexual partners, and he said they were usually a few middle-aged women, sometimes he'd have some young maids for fun, but they were all too young and couldn't handle it, losing their virginity several times and crying out in pain.

I asked if he'd made them suffer, and he scoffed, "How could I? They all love it to death. Why don't you let your wife, Xiaoling, try it? I can be lenient with her." I asked how he'd be lenient, and he said that during their intimate moments, as long as she didn't resist or force herself to endure it, and instead pulled her hips back slightly to avoid the impact, she would enjoy it.

Later, I asked him for a photo. He had a full head of silver hair, a dignified face, and the typical appearance of a respected, upright, and dignified elder. Who would have thought this guy was a real old lecher! Should I let Xiaoling be played by him? I was tempted.

Xiao Ling's vagina is very deep, and my penis is short, so I've never been able to penetrate all the way in. I think he might be exaggerating a bit in this regard. But I was afraid Xiao Ling wasn't willing. This guy seemed very mysterious, and I was afraid he would resort to violence or force himself on her. His answer reassured me: the women he dated were all willing, and he was afraid that if he used violence, they would sue him afterwards! Now I was relieved.

Having made up my mind, I asked him how he wanted to date Xiao Ling.

He thought for a while before answering: For the past few years, he'd been hiring a full-time housekeeper from the labor market for a thousand yuan a month to live at his house, slowly seducing her and then having an affair with her. If it were a young woman like Xiaoling, it would be quite troublesome; he couldn't openly take her out on dates, nor could he let her stay at his house, making it difficult to develop a close relationship.

A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and a vague idea suddenly popped into my head: "You could bring Xiaoling to your house and have her stay for a while."

He was overjoyed: "Would your wife agree? Why would you do that?"

I replied, "I want my wife to truly experience the pleasure of infidelity, not by me asking her to, but by her doing it behind my back. So I can make up a reason to let Xiaoling stay with you for a while, but whether she'll agree to be with you, I can't guarantee. That depends on your own abilities. My only requirement is that you can't be rough."

He was incredibly excited, on one hand certain he would succeed (a man and a woman living together day and night, if he didn't succeed, he'd be truly useless), and on the other hand, he didn't forget... He flattered me a bit, afraid I'd change my mind, "Brother, you're really good at this. This isn't your average trick. I'll keep you informed of my progress with your wife."

Old Cat (from that moment on, I stopped calling him by his online name and started calling him Teacher Xu) then asked, "How long can she stay with me?" "Can I get her in two months?" I asked him, and he replied, "Hehe, two weeks. I guarantee she'll be completely at my mercy." I said, "How about this, let's meet in person first, and we can talk about some things face-to-face."

After meeting, I found that this Teacher Xu was indeed tall and imposing, with a charming demeanor and a strong masculine presence. While we were talking in the coffee shop, young women would frequently pass by and glance at him. I had a strange feeling in my heart. I was certain that Xiaoling would lose her virginity in the hands of someone like him.

I told him my arrangements, and he was very satisfied, repeatedly saying yes. However, before we parted, he still had some doubts: "Why are you doing this? It's not strange to have this kind of fetish; the usual solution is to find a bed and do it. Why do you insist on living together?"

I didn't know if he could understand, but I still answered him: "Firstly, I no longer feel any novelty or happiness in my married life with Xiaoling. I hope that through his involvement, I can completely observe from the sidelines and experience the complete possession of a woman's life, hoping to rediscover that happiness. Secondly, my wife once told me that even if she lives with other men day and night, she only has me in her heart. I want to test her love for me. Thirdly, I want to experience..." The thrill of my wife cheating on me. And there's one last reason, the one I find hardest to talk about, which is why I haven't told him: I'm infertile and hope to borrow his sperm to have a child, adding some fun to my later life.”

He squinted at me for a moment and said, “Aren't you afraid your wife will fall for someone else? Aren't you afraid of losing her?”

I thought for a moment and coldly replied, “I don't know what kind of life experience you have, but I believe that once a person comes into this world and gains something, they're not far from losing it.”

He smiled and shook his head: “Perhaps you have someone else outside, but you don't want your wife to file for divorce? But that's none of my business.”

A few days later, I finally rented a room in the apartment building where Teacher Xu lived and hired some experts to arrange things at Teacher Xu's house. Teacher Xu's house was an old-fashioned three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. Xiaoling lived in the smaller room, where we moved in a small single bed, and a hidden camera was installed.

Teacher Xu lives on the third floor, and my rented apartment is on the sixth floor. We installed the cable from the outside, and after a quick test, the result was pretty good. In addition, we installed a webcam in Teacher Xu's bedroom, living room, and study where his computer is located. Once everything was almost done, I went home, quickly packed my things, moved them to my rented apartment, and bought some food.

When Xiaoling got home, she immediately noticed something was wrong from my expression. Seeing my neatly packed suitcase and bag, she asked blankly, "What's wrong, baby?" "

Xiaoling, something happened. Sit down, don't panic, listen to me. My company has always been managed by my deputy, right? I always trusted him, but he deceived me. Besides legitimate business, he was also involved in a very dangerous illegal business. After the police found out, he transferred all the company's money and even used my company as collateral to borrow money from loan sharks in my name. Now he's run away. Besides the police trying to arrest me, loan sharks are coming to my door demanding my money back."

"What! Oh my god! What should I do?"

"Don't be afraid. The police aren't a problem; I've explained everything. What I'm worried about is the loan sharks. They've got their eyes on us now, saying they'll kill you if I can't pay back the money. Don't cry. There's not much time left. Listen to me. I wanted to turn myself in and explain, but I'm afraid the gangsters won't let you off the hook. I'm thinking of going out and borrowing some money from friends to pay off the loan sharks, and then I'll go back to the police to 'cooperate' with their investigation. That way, it'll be fine. How about this: pack your things now and go into hiding."

"Where can I go? Can I go home? Or to my friends' place?"

"You absolutely can't do that. You absolutely can't implicate your family, or your friends. Those loan sharks have a lot of influence; they can definitely find out about all your friends. My relatives and friends won't be able to help either. I'll take you to someone's house. He's my middle school teacher, quite old, a very upright person, and we've known each other for many years. Nobody would suspect him."

"I want to go with you!"

"That won't do. Both the legitimate and criminal worlds are looking for me. Taking you along would be too conspicuous. Besides, you need to keep our savings account here. This is our last bit of money. With this money, even if we lose the company, we'll live comfortably for the rest of our lives. It's settled then. Now start packing, but

don't turn on the lights." With a mix of threats and coaxing, Xiaoling, dizzy and confused, grabbed her hastily packed clothes and quietly followed me out the door. Arriving at Teacher Xu's house, Teacher Xu greeted us with great surprise: "Xiao Wang, it's been five years! What brings you here now?"

"Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Xiaoling, and this is Teacher Xu. Teacher Xu, I have something to tell you." Then we pretended to talk in the inner room for a while. Teacher Xu smiled meaningfully and whispered to me, "Xiaoling is so beautiful. I want to sleep with her tonight." I sternly stopped her: If you get rough, I won't be so polite! He chuckled, his face contorted with embarrassment. "At most, I'll just tease her a little. Like I said, I'm going to make her willingly crawl under me." I grabbed his hand and told him, word by word, "You'd better not even try that. If you're so capable, use your own charm to seduce her."

Then I accompanied Xiaoling to the small room she was about to move into and said to her, "Baby, I'm sorry, you'll have to make do here for a few days. I'll definitely be back in two months. Teacher Xu is a very nice and honest person. You have to be polite to him, but don't be too affectionate."

Xiaoling laughed through her tears. "You, even at a time like this, you still make jokes like this. When are you leaving? How can I contact you?" I told her we'd communicate via OICQ, and I was leaving tonight.

Finally, with a heavy heart, I said goodbye to Xiaoling and Teacher Xu, pretended to go downstairs, stayed outside until after nine o'clock, and quietly returned to my rented apartment. That night, I didn't turn on the surveillance camera, thinking there was definitely nothing to see now. The old man was very confident in his charm; he certainly wouldn't break his promise.

3.
The next morning, someone knocked on the door early. I was surprised, and when I opened it, it was Xiaoling and Teacher Xu! What was going on? Xiaoling's face was like ice, and she coldly said to me, "Come to Teacher Xu's house."

I glanced at Mr. Xu, whose face was contorted with distress. He shook his head helplessly at me.

When we arrived at Mr. Xu's house, Xiaoling led me straight to the computer in the study. Pointing to the online QQ, she asked, "Last night I opened QQ, and it was set to log in automatically. So Mr. Xu is actually Lao Mao, just like Afei, another online friend of mine. All that talk about your middle school teacher, loan sharks, gangsters—you've been deceiving me!"

Then she slapped me across the face. "Shameless! Vulgar!"

I blushed. If Lao Mao hadn't been there, I almost would have knelt before her, muttering, "I'm sorry, I... I'm a scoundrel! Please forgive me."

"Last night I got all the information out of him. You go out now, let me and my husband have some time." She shooed the equally disheveled Lao Mao out.

I watched Xiaoling's ever-changing expression with bated breath. She gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and after a moment, pointed at me with her finger: "You! I already got it all sorted out from that old man yesterday. What you're saying is utter nonsense. Is it really necessary to prove your wife's love by living with other men day and night? Is it really necessary to observe and experience the pleasure of completely possessing a woman's life from an outsider's perspective? It's all rubbish! If it weren't for your comment about rediscovering the joy of marriage, I almost decided to divorce you. You just don't know how to cherish me!"

I pleaded pitifully for a long time before Xiaoling's expression softened slightly: "You know, that old cat, he's been trying to seduce me ever since he went online. I knew he wasn't a good person. He's handsome, though, and knows how to charm women. Do you really want him to sleep with me? Do you really want me to live with him for a while?"

I looked at Xiaoling's flushed face and nodded, but I was afraid of upsetting her further, so I didn't dare say anything.

Xiaoling thought for a while, then gritted her teeth, sighed, and said to me, half sarcastically and half seriously, "Then let's have one wife and two husbands. You can stay too."

Then she called Lao Mao in: "I'll still call you Lao Mao; you're not worthy to call me teacher. I agree to live here, but my condition is that my husband and I both move in. We'll sleep in your bedroom, and you'll sleep in that small room. Within two months, use all your tricks. If you can move me..." Xiaoling paused, blushed, and lowered her head, saying, "...perhaps I'll grant your wish. Do you agree?"

Lao Mao and I stared at each other in disbelief. Lao Mao didn't hesitate much and nodded heavily.

So we lived together. Lao Mao moved into the small room, and we slept in his double bed. That night, Xiaoling took off her clothes and climbed on top of me: "Come on, I want to do it with you. Make a lot of noise, make this old man itchy." We made love happily. The thought that Xiaoling had basically agreed to have sex with Lao Mao made me incredibly excited. That night, I completely overwhelmed Xiaoling, making her moan and groan.

Living together as a family, Xiaoling was initially a little uncomfortable. For example, she often gave me the best food, and Lao Mao would complain, "Isn't it supposed to be one wife and two husbands? You have another husband here!" Xiaoling had no choice but to share some with him too.

Sometimes, when Xiaoling massaged my back, he would pretend to have a sore back, and Xiaoling would have to let him lie down and massage him while she lay on top of him. Sometimes, Lao Mao and I would compete to serve Xiaoling: Lao Mao would offer her an apple, and I would offer her a glass of juice.

Lao Mao was indeed very good at talking and pleasing Xiaoling. Sometimes, when Xiaoling and he were chatting animatedly, I could hear them laughing and joking outside from inside the bedroom. I don't know when, but Xiaoling's attitude towards him improved. One night, it was late, and I went to the bathroom. When I opened the door, I saw Xiaoling leaning against the sofa, with Lao Mao embracing her. They were gazing at each other affectionately. When Xiaoling saw me, she immediately sat up from his arms and went back to the bedroom with her head down.

When I got back, I asked her with a smile, "You and he seem to be getting along very well now!"

Xiaoling smiled and said, "I hope my husband won't be jealous."

After that, Xiaoling became less concerned about her attire in front of Lao Mao. Once, she wasn't wearing a bra, just a white t-shirt over it, her breasts practically bursting out, making Lao Mao's mouth dry.

I would go back to the company several times a week, outwardly appearing relaxed about Xiaoling being alone with him, but actually, every time I went out, I knew I was creating opportunities for him.

It took about a month before Xiaoling truly accepted him. It was the transition between summer and autumn, and the weather was quite hot. One evening, Xiaoling was taking a shower when she realized her underwear, which she was about to change into, was soaked. She called for her husband to bring her another pair. I found a pair and was about to go into the bathroom to give them to Xiaoling when I saw Lao Mao looking at me with immense envy and jealousy. I thought for a moment and then handed him the underwear, saying, "Go ahead."

Lao Mao was overjoyed, took the underwear, pushed open the door, and locked it. Half a minute later, I heard someone call out from inside, "How did you get in here!" Then there was silence. Two minutes later, Lao Mao came out grinning, his clothes soaked.

After a while, Xiaoling came out, blushing. She was only wrapped in a bath towel, her snow-white, jade-like breasts half-exposed, and her two firm, smooth thighs almost completely exposed. She gave me a meaningful look, then glanced at Lao Mao, and silently went back to our bedroom.

A moment later, Xiaoling came out. She had changed into a very casual but sexy top, without a bra, her two small, pointed nipples standing out alluringly. She was only wearing white shorts, and we both knew she wasn't wearing underwear underneath (the previous pair had also been wet). Then she hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Honey, let me stay in Old Cat's room for ten minutes today."

I turned to look at my beautiful wife, her face a mixture of teasing and shyness, and my heart pounded wildly. I silently nodded and went back to the bedroom first.

A moment later, I heard a soft moan from next door, followed by the sounds of flesh rolling on the bed. But really, only ten minutes passed. Xiaoling returned, wearing only a long towel, her face flushed.

"So fast?"

"Yeah, I can't let him get away with it so easily. Come on." Xiaoling pulled off the towel and snuggled into my arms. Then she whispered to me that in those ten minutes he had only played with her nipples, and she was already incredibly aroused.

She shook her head and said, "He's too powerful, I'm really a little scared." I looked at her nipples; both were shyly erect and hard from engorgement, very red and cute.

"Then, tomorrow, you won't go into his room?"

Xiaoling pushed me away. "Get lost! We've only just started, and now you want me to stop but I can't." Hearing this, I went all out.

The next night, just before bed, Old Cat stared at Xiaoling and me, looking distracted.

Xiaoling blushed, pushed him inside first, then stood at the door and held up two fingers. I understood; this time it was twenty minutes.

When Xiaoling came back, she told me what had happened in those twenty minutes: After Old Cat closed the door, he immediately stripped Xiaoling naked, then, with his erection, pounced on her like a tiger, he'd been pent up for so long. Xiaoling laughed and blocked his advances, telling him he could play anywhere, just not there.

I asked excitedly, "So where did he touch you?"

Xiaoling shook her head. "I'm a little scared. This time he touched my whole body. I felt like his hands had a magnetic field, making my pores feel so good and comfortable."

"Do you want to extend the time a little more tomorrow?"

Xiaoling looked at me with fiery eyes and rosy cheeks, and said incoherently, "Give us an hour tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, do you want his penis to rub against your entrance? He's not like Afei. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

“Well, anyway, I’ll be his plaything sooner or later,” Xiaoling thought for a moment, “I’ll just do it with him tomorrow.”

Hearing this, my penis immediately became hard.

“Ugh, it’s so embarrassing for you to hear this kind of thing next door.”

I said, “This time I don’t just want to hear it, I want to see how you’re played with.”

Xiaoling slapped me, “Forget about it, absolutely not.”

I said, “If I gave you one night, I just want to see how his penis goes inside your vagina.” Xiaoling still shook her head. I thought for a moment and added another condition: “Also, you can sleep in this bedroom.”

Xiaoling cried out, “Are you crazy?”

“One word, do you agree or not?”

Xiaoling sat on me, moving up and down while shaking her head and saying, “You’re crazy, and I’m crazy too.”

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(Part 3) One Wife, Two Husbands

4.
The next day, I discussed it with Lao Mao for a while. That evening, Xiaoling and Lao Mao were both distracted. Their eyes met, and it seemed as if their souls intertwined.

After nine o'clock, Xiaoling stood up, her face flushed, her legs weak, her voice trembling slightly: "Honey, I'll go in with him first, then you can come in later, okay?" I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement.

Xiaoling had even put on makeup that night, wearing a pink floral dress, flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings, and cute cartoon shoes. Lao Mao was only wearing a vest and underwear, revealing his strong body and solid muscles.

Lao Mao led Xiaoling into the bedroom.

Five minutes later, I pushed open the door. I saw that Xiaoling had changed out of her dress, wearing only a short yellow pantyhose (which Lao Mao had bought for her), and a classic little red bodice, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the tantalizing glimpse of her shapely breasts. She had already made the bed, the two pillows neatly arranged side by side, and the two comforters folded neatly side by side. On the bedside table, there were two condoms and a wad of toilet paper.

Seeing me carefully observing the room, Xiaoling's face stiffened; I knew she was afraid I'd be jealous. Seeing her extremely unnatural expression, Lao Mao laughed, "If you're so nervous, what am I supposed to do later?" Xiaoling spat, "You old pervert!" Lao Mao then said to her, "How about this, let's play around for a bit first."

Xiaoling looked at me, still a little hesitant. So I joked, "Lao Mao, remember we had a gentleman's agreement? Let's go through that formality again. This time, you and my wife Xiaoling didn't use any threats or other rough methods, did you?" Lao Mao smiled and shook his head.

I walked over to Xiaoling and half-embraced her, asking, "Was this entirely your own choice to be played with by him? Neither your husband nor he forced you, right?"

Xiaoling became even more embarrassed upon hearing this. After a moment, she replied, "Yes, it was entirely my own choice."

"Willingly what?" I pretended not to hear and asked loudly.

"You're so annoying! I willingly let him play with me, let him defile me!" After saying this, half-pouting and half-coquettish, Xiaoling finally seemed a little more lively.

She was finally pulled onto the bed by Lao Mao and nestled tightly in his broad arms. I knew Xiaoling had already developed feelings for Lao Mao, but I had never witnessed their intimate contact before. This time, I truly understood.

Actually, not only Lao Mao, but I was also burning with desire. Xiaoling's bodice, rather than concealing her modesty, was more arousing. The thin bodice couldn't hide her full, firm breasts at all; even the protrusions on her nipples were clearly visible through it.

Old Cat looked at me as if seeking my opinion, and seeing me nod silently, he began to play with Xiao Ling.

This guy used his palms to rub Xiao Ling's firm, erect breasts through her clothes, constantly caressing and kneading her nipples with his fingers. Xiao Ling looked at me weakly, enduring this blissful torture. After a while, Xiao Ling slid off him onto the bed. Old Cat wasn't in a hurry to undo Xiao Ling's bodice; his damned hands slid down her breasts to her shapely buttocks, one hand repeatedly caressing her vulva through her panties, the other greedily sliding across her fair, delicate thighs.

Xiao Ling soon began to moan and groan. From the beginning, her face was turned away from me. A thought struck me, and I went to the other side of the bed. When Xiao Ling saw me, she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. I slowly separated her hands.

"Baby, how is it?"

"No, I hate it, go away!" She stretched out a small hand to push me away.

Suddenly, Old Cat's hand slipped into Xiaoling's tiny panties, causing her to shudder and gasp. I couldn't resist the erotic scene any longer and leaned in for a passionate kiss with Xiaoling.

Her lips were a little dry. After a while, her eyes became hazy, and her body swayed slightly. Looking back, I saw Old Cat's hand moving rapidly inside Xiaoling's panties.

"How is it, baby?" Old Cat called Xiaoling's name.

Before I could react, Xiaoling responded with two soft "Mmm" sounds: "Mmm, your hand is so naughty!"

I wanted to kiss Xiaoling again, but she cupped my face in her hands and said to Old Cat, "The one on top of me can start taking off my clothes now. It's too hot."

I turned and stopped Old Cat. Both Xiaoling and Old Cat were startled, thinking I had changed my mind.

I quietly said to Xiaoling, "Baby, you take them off yourself."

Xiaoling paused, sat up, slowly untied her bodice, and handed it to me. I took the warm undergarment from Xiaoling and, looking at her naked body, felt a surge of excitement. My hands involuntarily reached out to embrace her. Unexpectedly, the mischievous Xiaoling winked at me and darted away into the old cat's arms. Her warm, soft body was suddenly caught in the old cat's embrace.

His hands immediately reached out and attacked her alluring breasts, the shy little nipples teasing his fingertips, bringing their owner uncontrollable pleasure! Xiaoling, panting softly, stretched her thighs towards me, "Help me out, come on, help us take this off." She gestured with her eyes for me to help her remove her underpants. I had no choice but to reluctantly become a supporting character and remove Xiaoling's underwear.

The old cat played with Xiaoling's breasts for a while, then placed her back on the bed and began to slowly caress her entire body with his magical hands. He was very skilled, and he knew her sensitive spots well, so soon Xiaoling was trembling all over and crying out.

I squatted beside Xiaoling, sometimes sharing my feelings with her. At first, Xiaoling could joke with me, and her tone was normal. But later, when he started licking her clitoris with his tongue, Xiaoling started to lose her composure.

After playing for a while, Old Cat asked her, "Do you submit?" Although Xiaoling was moaning loudly, she was still quite defiant: "What's wrong with that? My husband does just as well as you!"

After a while, he picked Xiaoling up again, his erection making her spread her legs, straddle him, and wrap her arms around his neck. His penis was just touching Xiaoling's clitoris, and he was kissing her while his hands kept pulling on her nipples. This time, Xiaoling completely broke down.

He even asked, "Baby, do you submit? How does your husband compare to me?"

Xiaoling looked at me and softly replied, "Baby, you're still as good as my husband."

I started masturbating.

After a while, Xiaoling could barely hold on any longer, so he put her down and reached for a condom. Xiaoling smiled at me, sticking out her little tongue: "The position is about to fall again. But the core position will still be there."

I looked steadily at Xiaoling: "Baby, the core position isn't in your philandering heart, it's in your heart. As long as you love me, my position won't be lost."

Perhaps overwhelmed by lust, Xiaoling reached out and knocked the condom out of Old Cat's hand. Then, enduring the beautiful and tingling sensation, she turned to me and said, "Thank you. This time, I really want to receive the nourishment of love."

Old Cat smiled smugly, brandishing his erect penis in front of me, then lifted and spread Xiaoling's legs, thrusting it into her already wet and alluring peach blossom cave with a "plop," all the way to the deepest point, while saying, "How does this compare to your husband?"

"Slightly better than him!"

Hearing this, Old Cat pressed Xiao Ling down again, pushing his penis in a little deeper. Xiao Ling no longer cared about me; she cried out weakly, "You've hit my G-spot!" and closed her eyes, beginning her battle with him.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Ling, holding my hand, had climaxed from his penetration.

Twenty minutes later, Old Cat had me lift Xiao Ling up, changing positions: doggy style. I held Xiaoling's slender body in my arms, one hand supporting her buttocks, the surface incredibly smooth to the touch. Xiaoling held my head and whispered in my ear, "Do you really want my core territory to completely fall?"

I nodded, "As long as you're happy."

Xiaoling smiled and said, "Okay." She leaned against the bed, feeling weak, looked at me, and said, "That person, if you're free, come help me."

Old Cat held her buttocks and laughed, "You little brat, you're too stubborn. This time, I hope your answer is a hundred times better than your husband!"

Even as Old Cat slowly thrust and ground inside her, drawing out all of Xiaoling's juices and energy, Xiaoling still didn't give in: "About the same as my husband!" Finally, Old Cat began frantically thrusting inside Xiaoling's vagina. I knew the final moment was approaching!

Xiaoling clung tightly to Lao Mao, moaning things like "Baby, dear husband, fuck me to death!" Finally, Xiaoling cried out first, "I'm so embarrassed! I love you! I want your seed!"

"How does it compare to your husband?"

"Stronger, a hundred times stronger!"

Hearing this, Lao Mao and I ejaculated almost simultaneously. The difference was that mine went into thin air, while his occupied my wife's core, firing "ammunition" inside for nearly a minute, completely overwhelming Xiaoling!

When Lao Mao withdrew, his semen mixed with Xiaoling's vaginal fluids from their lovemaking flowed uncontrollably. Xiaoling took out her yellow panties, gently wiped herself, and handed them to me: "Consider it a souvenir of my affair!"

The next morning, as my second husband fell asleep on our wedding night, Xiaoling had already slipped back into my bed.

After Xiaoling and Lao Mao's encounter, an atmosphere of carnal indulgence gradually filled this unique household.

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