The Blooming Wife (The Wife Moaning Beneath the Boy)

Chapter 1
Before we begin, please don't doubt the love between my wife and me. To outsiders, we've always been a model middle-aged couple, deeply in love. As civil servants in the same unit, we're almost always together. We're often teased by colleagues for holding hands on our way to work, but we remain unfazed. My wife isn't tall, only about 1.56 meters. She has a pretty face, and while her figure isn't exactly stunning, it's well-proportioned. But walking down the street, her full, straight legs and rounded hips are often her most attractive features. I often joke that looking at her butt makes one feel guilty.
My wife is my first love. Although I've pursued other girls before, my first real relationship was with her. Before we got together, she was embroiled in a messy love triangle with her best friend. After many trials, she finally came to be with me. Our first time together was unexpected. Neither of us seemed prepared; our first kiss and first time making love happened almost simultaneously on the same night. Her parents' room was right next door. Honestly, the first time we did it, I didn't feel any resistance during penetration, nor did I notice any discomfort from her, such as her asking me to be gentler or crying out in pain (you know, because I had no experience the first time, I couldn't find the pleasure points, and I actually lasted for over an hour). This made me suspect that my wife wasn't a virgin, but even after we got married, she wouldn't admit it. (Could any experienced friends share their insights on this?) It's not because I'm obsessed with virginity; I don't care too much about that. I just want to know the truth.
Anyway, around 2007, I first came across a couples' forum and was immediately drawn to the excitement of the explicit content. After all, we'd been married for several years, plus nearly eight years of dating, and we knew each other intimately. I started to feel restless, but I didn't want to seek excitement behind her back, so I tried to drag her into it too.
For my wife, who was progressive in her thinking but very traditional in her behavior, this was something she absolutely couldn't accept. I tried many methods, even tempting her every time we made love. Eventually, she got annoyed by my persistence and agreed to let me take pictures. Starting in 2008, I took many sexy photos of her and posted them online. However, she only used two websites, which attracted many male netizens to comment. And indeed, because of her proportions, my wife looked incredibly hot in the photos. At first, she was interested in the comments, but gradually she realized that they were all just vulgar and straightforward phrases like "Baby, come out and play" or "My penis can definitely satisfy you," so she gradually lost interest. During this process, I discovered that I was becoming less interested in swapping and more interested in threesomes. The desire to see my wife panting and moaning under other men grew stronger and stronger. Slowly, I started to change my approach. During sex, I constantly told my wife things like, "Find another strong man to fuck her," or "Try a new big penis." Each time, my wife would get excited very quickly, almost immediately becoming wet. She also told me, more or less, that a single man didn't necessarily have to be handsome, but he had to be sunny, clean, and able to arouse her.
In 2009, after nearly six months of online communication, a Sichuanese man in Shanghai caught our attention, and my wife seemed to like him. So I suggested the whole family go to Shanghai to see the World Expo, and my wife readily agreed.
Although neither of us explicitly stated anything, I could tell my wife was quite excited. When we exchanged text messages on the train, her hesitant, wanting-to-know-but-but-awkward demeanor amused me; it felt so good.
However, unexpectedly, when we arrived, he didn't show up, saying he couldn't come because his girlfriend was too strict. My wife didn't say anything, but her disappointed eyes betrayed her. From then on, she wasn't as proactive, and it seemed she was only being considerate of me. She also chatted with some single men online, but most of them were the kind of impatient men only interested in her body, which made her even more disappointed. Although she expressed a desire to get drunk with strangers, she wasn't as enthusiastic about making friends anymore. Even when I wanted to have dinner with a friend we both knew in Guangzhou, she yelled in a panic, "Don't you care about family harmony?"
This almost made me give up on finding a single man, and I even lost interest in taking photos.
This went on for about half a year. Although our love remained, my wife noticed I wasn't very happy.
During this time, I met a few more single men, but we rarely interacted; I felt there was no chance. Just when I had almost completely given up, one day, a netizen from Changsha messaged me on QQ, saying he was coming over with some classmates for a few days and that he just wanted to have dinner with his older brother and sister-in-law. I remembered this netizen; he was a handsome young man studying for his master's degree in Changsha. We didn't chat often, but he was always very polite, unlike others who immediately talked about sex. He seemed interested in my wife's photos; I had sent him a few before, but he didn't ask for more, which left a good impression on me. I told my wife that he was coming, and that it was just a meal as a friend; it was fine if she didn't want to go, but it would be great if she could. My wife hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing to go with me, but repeatedly emphasized that it was just a meal and nothing more. I readily agreed, though I didn't really have high hopes for anything else.
Finally, Friday arrived, and in the afternoon I received a call from him (his name has the character "Yao" in it, so let's call him Yao for now) saying he had arrived at the train station. Since our home was only a few minutes' walk from the station, my wife and I walked there without much of a rush. Although the train station was crowded, I recognized Yao immediately; he looked almost exactly like in the photos, even a bit more handsome. As I walked towards him, he looked at us with some disbelief, because I had already told him that I might be coming alone. When we actually stood in front of Yao, he became a little shy and flustered, which made my wife laugh, and she shook his hand generously.
"Where are your other classmates?"
I asked him.
He said that he had sent the other classmates to the tourist area to see me, and he stayed behind alone.
On the way to dinner, Yao secretly told me that he hadn't expected his sister-in-law to come and was a little nervous. I told him not to overthink it; she was just having dinner with him. He nodded understandingly.
Worried he might not like the local food, I specially arranged to eat at a Western restaurant. While Yao was in the restroom, my wife asked what I had talked about with him. I said Yao hadn't expected her to come and was a little nervous. My wife blushed slightly: "What is he thinking? It's just dinner. Don't let him overthink it. But this little guy is quite interesting, very honest."
Because of this, I knew my wife had a good impression of him, but that was all; it probably didn't mean anything more.
I didn't think anything further, lest my expectations be too high and my disappointment too great. I'd just let things take their course.
The dinner was a little awkward, since it was the first time everyone had met, and for reasons that weren't exactly morally acceptable to outsiders. So, everyone was cautious in their conversation, trying to avoid sensitive topics to prevent awkwardness. Throughout the meal, Yao didn't dare look directly at my wife, only secretly observing her. Whenever she looked at him, he would immediately look away. This actually relaxed my wife, who had been a bit tense, and she even suggested having some drinks to welcome him. I looked at my wife in surprise and quickly agreed. My
wife has always been a better drinker than me, and it was clear that Yao's tolerance wasn't bad either. So, the bottle of red wine we opened was basically just the two of them drinking. It was quickly finished, and my wife and Yao started talking more. My wife even teased Yao, saying that in ancient times, she could be Yao's mother. Indeed, she's almost 15 years older than him. To my surprise, Yao immediately retorted: "He just likes older women. So what if she's his mother?" My wife hadn't expected Yao's bold reply and didn't know how to respond. Her face, already slightly flushed from the alcohol, turned even redder.
I quickly smoothed things over, saying that we'd drunk enough, and it was getting dark. It was too early to go to the scenic area, so why not go sing karaoke? Yao immediately agreed, clearly reluctant to leave. My wife had no objections, and so the three of us began our next activity.
Although I hadn't planned anything in particular, I deliberately chose the Grand Fortune KTV because of its layout—hehe, it's a bit of a maze, and someone unfamiliar with it might not even be able to find their way around on their first visit. I also specifically chose a private room in a corner, a place where few people would usually go.
When we went in, Yao exclaimed that it felt like a maze. My wife, however, seemed to notice something and gave me a fierce glare. I smiled awkwardly and didn't explain. The room wasn't very big, but it felt spacious enough for three people. When ordering, I privately told the waiter not to come in unless necessary; I would order from the computer.
To create a good atmosphere, I also ordered a bottle of red wine. Yao's voice was good; after the first song, my wife praised him, saying he was practically a carbon copy of Zhang Yu. However, my wife and I also received praise from Yao. I said, "Stop flattering each other; those who want to drink, drink; those who want to sing, sing." Once inside the karaoke bar, the lights weren't so glaring anymore; the darkness might have concealed many things. Meanwhile, the alcohol emboldened people, and because of clinking glasses, Yao and his wife were already sitting very close. I could tell Yao had wanted to do something several times, but his remaining rationality held him back, since his wife hadn't indicated anything.
When it was my turn to order Wu Bai's "Gone with the Wind," I saw Yao raise his hand several times, seemingly wanting to hug his wife, but just as he raised it above her head, he recoiled as if electrocuted, pretending to rest his hand
on his head. What a coward. I cursed him inwardly. As the music transitioned, I went over and toasted Yao. Fueled by the alcohol, I did something even I found somewhat unbelievable: I grabbed one of Yao's hands, lifted my wife's head, and placed it on her waist. My wife nearly jumped up in surprise, but I quickly grabbed her shoulder and, feigning a bit of drunkenness, said to Yao, "At home, your sister-in-law is my boss. Today, Yao, my brother's here, so you'd better serve my boss well!"
My wife slapped my hand hard and said to Yao somewhat shyly, "Don't listen to his nonsense, he's drunk."
I chuckled and, taking advantage of the end of the formalities, continued singing to cover my nervousness. To my surprise, although my wife verbally resisted me, she didn't shake off Yao's hand; she just let him hold her, albeit somewhat stiffly. Could there be a chance today? My heart suddenly started pounding. I quickly picked out five or six songs as the music ended, shouting, "This is my solo performance! No objections, no resistance, no interruptions, no excuses to pee, no leaving under the pretext of needing to pee, or I'll get angry!"
My wife giggled, saying, "This guy's had too much to drink today, he's talking nonsense."
Yao laughed and shouted loudly, seemingly to support me, but his other hand reached out and grabbed my wife's. She tried to pull away, but couldn't, so she just turned her head shyly to the side, not daring to look at Yao, but he held her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. Later, I learned from my wife that Yao's hands started to get a little inappropriate then, but not too much. He just rubbed her waist through her clothes, and when she didn't resist much, he would occasionally slip inside her clothes to touch her skin, then sneak back out like a thief.
During the second song, I noticed that my wife was actually half-nestled in Yao's arms, and after four songs, their posture didn't seem to change at all. It was really dizzying.
"Don't just sit there, Yao, get up, get up, dance with the boss for me!"
Besides the sofa and coffee table, there wasn't much space left in the private room, so there wasn't much room to dance, which was exactly the effect I wanted.
Watching Yao slowly move around the room with my wife in his arms, I thought I'd see something, but to my surprise, in such a small space and dim lighting, Yao was doing a perfect dance, keeping a foot's distance between himself and my wife. I was so angry and anxious!
"Get away, get away, you obviously don't dance much."
I went over and pulled Yao away, then suddenly pulled my wife close to me, pressing her tightly against me, and then said mischievously to Yao, "This is what dancing is all about. You sing, I'll dance."
"You're getting bolder and bolder today,"
my wife threatened me through gritted teeth.
"It's so nice to finally get out and have some fun, without any pressure. Let's do whatever we want,"
I said with a wicked grin, my genitals pressed tightly against my wife's abdomen. "Honey, I'm getting hard."
"You're such a pervert, getting so excited in front of others,"
my wife said, naturally sensing my erection. She playfully squeezed her legs together. "I'll hide it, so no one sees you and you
'll be embarrassed." "Fine, you call me a pervert? I'll show you what a pervert is,"
I said with a laugh, my hand sliding down my wife's waist, my fingers slipping inside the waistband of her low-rise jeans.
"Ouch! What are you doing?!"
my wife cried, both embarrassed and flustered, trying to pull my hand away.
"What's wrong with that? I'm touching my wife, nobody can say anything,"
I said, enjoying the warmth of her buttocks as I playfully teased her.
"Yao's watching,"
my wife insisted.
"Let him watch, make him drool,"
I said, giving Yao, who was standing far behind my wife, a meaningful look.
Yao didn't understand, looking at me with a puzzled expression. I tilted my head towards my wife, pouted, and, while walking towards Yao with my arm around her to the music, mouthed,
"Go!" Yao finally understood. My wife was still struggling with me, completely
unaware that the singing had stopped, leaving only the background music. While she was still struggling, suddenly a pair of hands reached out from behind and grabbed her lower abdomen, followed by a strong body pressing against her from behind. "Ah!" My wife screamed in fright, struggling to break free, but Yao seemed to have figured it out and wouldn't let go no matter what. With my persistence, how could she possibly overcome two grown men? "Honey, stop playing around, I'm scared," my wife pleaded. My heart softened, but thinking of all the years I had persisted, I hardened my heart: "Relax, honey, I just want you to enjoy yourself. You've never used the sandwich jumping method before, have you?" "What?" Before my wife could understand, I had already released her, reached behind her, grabbed Yao, and pulled him hard towards me. "Ah!" My wife screamed again, looking at me in astonishment. With my pull, Yao and I had her sandwiched tightly between us. My erect penis, still pressed between my wife's legs through my pants, was in front of her; from behind, Yao was pressed completely against her back, his hard member against her buttocks. Even through her jeans, she could feel its heat. "No..." my wife said weakly. "No what? Don't think too much, just enjoy it," I whispered in her ear, giving it a quick lick. My wife trembled. I smiled.

I loosened my grip on her arm and slipped one hand under her T-shirt from behind, gently stroking her back like a tickle. My wife loved this gesture; it always completely relaxed her. Sure enough, her stiff body quickly began to relax. At this moment, the music was playing, and the three of us were still unconsciously embracing. Sensing that my wife was no longer resisting, I focused my fingers on the middle of her back and skillfully teased her until the back clasp of her bra came undone. My wife only let out a soft gasp but stopped struggling. Later, my wife told me that at that moment, Yao, feeling uncomfortable with his genitals pressed against her buttocks, moved his hand, which landed right between her legs. Even through her pants, it startled her, and she didn't notice that her bra had been unhooked by her husband. By the time she realized it, it was too late. From my perspective, all I knew was that my wife didn't struggle much. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, and with my left hand, I began my assault from the front. Before she could fully react, I slipped my hand under the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up. Her bra was off—not exactly voluptuous, but perfectly round and easily held in one hand.
"Husband, we can't..."
Her breasts were being kneaded and shaped in my hands, and she still tried to pull away.
"Is it that you can't, or that you don't want to?"
I gently bit her earlobe and whispered.
My wife didn't answer, nor did she struggle much anymore. She simply closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.
"Wife, I love you. I only want you to experience what others can't. Just let go and enjoy it all."
I painfully caught her tears with my tongue, pulled my hand out from under her clothes, stroked her cheek, and kissed her.
At this moment, Yao had already noticed that his wife was not wearing a bra. He hurriedly slipped his hands inside the front of her T-shirt, grasping her breasts and kneading them, occasionally teasing her already erect nipples with his fingers.
"Mmm," his wife pulled back forcefully, suppressing a moan.
I kissed her face, trying to kiss her lips, but she pulled away. For some reason, she had always been resistant to kissing; we could count the number of times we had kissed from dating to marriage on one hand. I didn't persist, but continued kissing her hair, her earlobes, her cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of hands moving between her breasts under her T-shirt, as if they couldn't bear to leave. His wife's breathing became heavier and heavier, as if she was gradually sinking into this forbidden game. Taking advantage of a lull in their movements, I slipped my hand inside her jeans. Although I hadn't reached the final line of defense through the silk panties, I could feel the muddy area outside.
"Wife, your face is all wet,"
I whispered in her ear.
"Ha!" Hearing my words, my wife seemed to completely relax, letting out a heavy breath. Her body unconsciously leaned back, as if wanting to press even closer to Yao behind her.
Sensing my wife's arousal, Yao also loosened his grip, his hands kneading her breasts more vigorously, his lower body thrusting harder into her.
"Sister, I want you,"
Yao said to my wife. For some reason, he didn't call her "sister-in-law," but "sister."
These words were like an aphrodisiac, causing my wife to abandon her last bit of restraint. She suddenly grabbed Yao's hands, which were kneading her breasts, and helped him knead them. Turning her head, she unexpectedly turned back and kissed Yao.
My head buzzed; I was stunned. My wife, who had always resisted kissing me, had kissed someone else right in front of me. At that moment, my heart ached, but I felt an overwhelming, thrilling excitement. My wife, somewhat clumsily, turned and kissed Yao's lips. After a few light touches, she opened her mouth wider and actively inserted her soft tongue into Yao's mouth. Yao excitedly took it in and sucked, occasionally making "tsk tsk" sucking sounds.
I felt like my lower body was about to explode; I couldn't bear such stimulation.
"I'm going to the toilet."
I fled the scene somewhat awkwardly, wanting them to relax more naturally. Before entering the toilet, I locked the door of the private room.

Chapter 2
While relieving my bladder, I kept thinking, what are they doing outside right now? Have they already gotten to the point, or are they still entangled there? I kept fantasizing about different experiences, different processes, which would make me feel excited and stimulated. But actually reaching this point, I found that seeing my beloved wife moaning under another man was so painful. The sourness, bitterness, and jealousy in my heart were mixed together, a very complicated feeling. I suddenly had a feeling of wanting to give up, and this feeling grew stronger and stronger. "
No!"
I felt like I was about to explode from this discomfort. I shoved the door open, ready to forcibly pull the two people apart as I had imagined, only to find my wife sitting there neatly dressed, her expression somewhat indifferent, as if nothing had happened. Not far away, Yao sat awkwardly to one side, looking somewhat helpless.
"What's wrong?"
This was different from what I had expected, making me feel like a bomb about to explode but without a fuse, completely helpless.
"My sister said she can't accept it no matter what,"
Yao said sheepishly.
"It's okay, it's okay, let's sing first,"
I comforted Yao. Yao went to choose songs again, somewhat embarrassed, and the atmosphere in the karaoke room began to become somewhat dull.
"What's wrong, honey?"
I hugged my wife and asked her softly.
My wife shook her head and didn't speak.
"Do you have bad feelings towards Yao?"
I asked again. This feeling was strange. I had clearly decided to give up, but when I found my wife preparing to withdraw first, I started to persuade her instead.
"Do you really want your wife to become a promiscuous woman?"
My wife looked up at me with a somewhat indifferent expression, a few tears welling in her eyes.
I didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"If we take this step, what will happen to us in the future? What will happen to our family?"
my wife continued to ask me.
"This has nothing to do with the family, it's just an experience,"
I answered somewhat reluctantly.
"Just an experience? Have you thought about the consequences?"
my wife said angrily, her tone involuntarily rising.
Seeing that we were arguing, Yao quickly came over.
"Brother, sister, it's all my fault, please don't let me affect you. I just thought I got along well with your brother, so I wanted to meet him. Who knew it would cause you two to have a falling out? I'm so sorry!"
Yao bowed deeply to us, my wife, with deep remorse. "I'll leave now."
"This has nothing to do with you, if anyone's to blame, it's him."
Yao's guilt made his wife a little embarrassed. "We're living a perfectly good life, why do you have to think about these ridiculous things?"
"I wasn't thinking about anything ridiculous. Didn't I say when I came that I was just meeting a friend?"
I argued.
"Really? Really? You would do something like that just to meet a friend? Is that something a husband should do?"
Speechless at my wife's words, I could only hang my head and listen to her scolding.
Yao, meanwhile, kept apologetically trying to defend me.
The party, which was about to take that final step, ended awkwardly. Fortunately, my wife still showed basic politeness to Yao, taking him back to his hotel. On the way back, she didn't say a word to me.
Dejected, I returned home, quickly washed up, and went to bed, taking out my iPad to play. After a while, my wife came out of the bathroom.
I looked at her with a mix of guilt and trepidation.
"What are you looking at?"
my wife glared at me, annoyed. However, knowing her well enough, I could tell from her tone that although she was a little angry, she wasn't actually furious, which relieved me. "Don't be angry," I said, trying to appease her.
" I can't be bothered with you. I don't know what kind of nonsense you're thinking about all day," my wife rolled her eyes at me. "Not really. I was just trying to spice things up in our sex life." Seeing that she wasn't angry, my tone became more relaxed. "You still dare to say that!" my wife snapped back. "Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it," I said awkwardly, no longer responding. "So what are you planning to do next?" after a moment of silence, my wife suddenly asked me. "What do you mean, what to do?" I asked, somewhat bewildered. "You just left Xiaoyao there all alone?" "What else could I do?" I replied with a hint of helplessness. "What's wrong with you men?" my wife said, somewhat disapprovingly. "They came all this way, their friends have left, and you just show your face and run away. It's just...unacceptable. People who don't know us will think we're some kind of people." If it were before, I would have immediately thought there was a chance, and been extremely excited. But now, I knew that was just my wife's nature, her kindness. "Then how about I go with him to XX tomorrow?" I asked tentatively. XX is a famous ancient city near my city. "Whatever." "Are you going?" I asked again, trying to find out. "Why would I go? It's fine if you guys go and have fun." "Come along, let's relax this weekend." "No." "Come on, you saw it yourself, Yao isn't some shady character. He's actually a pretty good guy, worth befriending. He even said he came to make friends, nothing else." "What kind of husband are you?" Her tone had mostly calmed down. "Okay, okay, it's my fault, I know I was wrong, I repent." "You know that too?" my wife scolded. "Yes, yes!" I quickly nodded. "Go ahead, go ahead, think about it, XX is a paradise for romantic encounters. What if the two of us, grown men, can't resist the temptations of beautiful women in a bar and do something bad? That's very possible, you know, we're already sexually frustrated..." "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm going." My wife finally nodded. Even now, I'm still wondering why my wife agreed. I was just saying it casually; I didn't expect her to actually agree. After all, it would be awkward for a man to have touched her breasts in front of her husband. Perhaps it's because married women aren't so traditional in this regard? Or maybe it's because Yao is such a gentleman that my wife still has some affection for him. Anyway, when my wife and I knocked on Yao's door the next morning, he was quite surprised and then excitedly invited us in. My wife seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment of the previous day and chatted with Yao naturally, which instantly dispelled the awkwardness between the three of us, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively. The following day, everyone had a great time. Yao's sunny disposition and humor often made my wife laugh out loud. My wife gradually relaxed and became more at ease. Perhaps because he was the only man besides her husband who had ever touched her breasts, my wife occasionally showed a casualness and intimacy that she wouldn't show with other male friends. For example, to prove I'm getting old, she'd have Yao carry her and race me in a sprint; she'd team up with Yao and have a water fight with me by the river; and even, as the sun was setting, she'd allow Yao to gently embrace her from behind, creating a lasting memory. I realized that many times I was just capturing their happiness with my camera. My wife was clearly relaxed and happy, as if she were reliving the joys of her youth. We casually found a restaurant for dinner, and when we came out, it was completely dark. That's when I received a call from the hotel reception: because they had just received a delegation of provincial leaders, they could only give us one of the two standard rooms we had booked. I was furious and started arguing with them on the phone, threatening to complain. Yao quickly tried to calm me down, saying he'd find another hotel. I told him it was peak season, and the chances of getting a room on the spot without prior booking were slim, plus the prices were outrageously high. Yao said it was fine, we could just wander around outside all night or sleep in a bathhouse. While we were at an impasse, my wife spoke up: "One room it is, it's just for one night anyway. Yao will sleep in one bed, and we'll sleep in the other." And so, quite inexplicably but undeniably, the deal was made. Having settled on the hotel, we found a bar to start our next activity. Bar culture has only recently become popular in XX, but it's already quite famous, especially for solo tourists, providing a good way to alleviate loneliness. Of course, for someone like me who doesn't have a great hotel, going to a bar is all about the atmosphere. And because of my work, I know a few fun bar games, and with the lively Yao, the atmosphere at the table immediately became lively. During this time, a few young men and women at another table, seeing how much fun we were having, asked to join in, and for a moment, the bar was filled with noise. My wife seemed to have returned to her youth, joining in the joking, cheering, and drinking contests. She even pulled Yao to drink a toast with his cousin when some of the young men asked him to. And with the encouragement of the pretty girls, I also got a little tipsy. Suddenly, a burst of rapid drumming interrupted everyone's laughter. Looking up, I saw that Yao had somehow become the center of the bar's band. "Next up is Alan Tam's old song, 'The Night Is Not Yet Over,' dedicated to my beloved older brother and sister!" Undeniably, Yao, slightly tipsy, performed the old song flawlessly, so much so that the previously noisy bar was now completely silent except for the melodious, lingering vocals. As the line "The road is long in the rain, the wind is howling in my dreams, and I seem to see you smiling" gradually ended the song, thunderous applause erupted from the entire room. As the emcee announced that the slow dance was next, Yao walked to his wife's side and, with impeccable gentlemanly manners, extended his hand in invitation. His wife smiled, placed her hand in his, and stood up…

It was past 1 a.m. when we returned to the hotel from the bar. Perhaps the merriment had kept us energized; although all three of us were slightly drunk, we were still in high spirits. Back in the room, the three of us were still chatting and laughing on the balcony. The 17th-floor balcony, located on the hillside, offered a panoramic view of the entire ancient city at night, which looked even more enchanting under the dazzling streetlights. Seeing my wife and Yao engrossed in their conversation, I decided to take a shower first. Sensing something was about to happen, I secretly placed my point-and-shoot camera (in 720p HD recording mode) on a corner of the balcony when they weren't looking. It was aimed at the two still talking, and I could also use the large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side of the balcony to capture another angle of the scene.
I showered for almost half an hour before coming out. When I came out, I saw the two still on the balcony, neither of them speaking, maintaining a certain distance between them. It seemed like nothing had happened, but that eerie silence told me something must have occurred.
"I'm done showering, go take a shower,"
I said to them, feigning ignorance.
"Okay, I'll go wash up first."
Yao hesitated for a moment before heading to the bathroom. His wife followed silently in, preparing her change of clothes. I took the opportunity to find an excuse to retrieve the camera I had secretly left on the balcony and replayed the footage.
Strangely, for the first ten minutes, they were talking normally. Had nothing really happened? I was puzzled and was about to turn off the camera when the next scene changed.
Sometime during the night, their conversation, which had been leaning against the balcony railing, had become a side-by-side conversation facing the ancient city. Then Yao briefly left to take a phone call. His wife leaned against the railing, admiring the beautiful and serene night view of the ancient city. A short while later, Yao returned after his call. Perhaps his wife's tranquility in the face of the ancient city had affected him; he didn't go over but leaned against the door, admiring his wife's back.
As if sensing Yao's somewhat intense gaze, his wife turned to look at him: "What's wrong? Why are you daydreaming?"
Yao smiled: "Looking at you like this, you're really beautiful."
"Background 18, front 80, right?"
his wife joked.
“It’s not because of his back view, but because of the atmosphere of this scene, this person,”
Yao quickly explained.
“Little brat, what do you know?”
his wife teased.
“Who said I’m a little brat?”
Perhaps the word “little brat” stung Yao, making him somewhat indignant. He walked over and calmly but firmly embraced his wife from behind. “The facts will prove I’m a man, a real man,”
he whispered in his wife’s ear, then gently blew on her earlobe (this couldn’t be captured by the camera; his wife told me about it later). “No,”
his wife grabbed his hand, trying to leave his embrace.
“Sister, let me hug you. I don’t ask for anything else, I just want to hug you.”
Faced with Yao’s persistence and request, his wife hesitated for a moment, then gave up, quietly leaning against Yao’s chest. The two didn’t speak, as if admiring the night view, or as if contemplating and anticipating something.
A few minutes later, Yao seemed unable to resist and kissed his wife’s cheek from behind. His wife trembled, but did not refuse. So Yao began to gently kiss her cheeks, earlobes, and hair. His wife didn't resist his intimacy, but simply closed her eyes.
His wife's acquiescence emboldened Yao, and he increased the intensity of his kisses. His hands became restless; one hand caressed her abdomen through her clothes, while the other, after a moment's hesitation, slipped inside her blouse. He didn't rush to his target, but gently stroked and circled her abdomen. Once both hands were freely touching her smooth skin without her resistance, his right hand moved upwards, still not going under her bra, but lingering below it, occasionally brushing against her chest seemingly unintentionally. His wife remained oblivious, enjoying the tranquility and intimacy with her eyes closed.
Finally, encouraged by his wife's acquiescence, Yao boldly pushed his right hand inside her bra.
"No!"
The touch on her sensitive area startled his wife, and she tightly gripped the hand that was now completely covering her right breast.
"Sister, don't you know how tempting you are to young men? I'm going crazy."
Perhaps it was Yao's sweet words, perhaps the intoxication of alcohol, or perhaps the forbidden thrill of her husband showering while she was being intimate with another man outside the door, that made the wife give up her resistance.
Underneath the camera and her shirt, unseen by others, Yao had already pulled her bra up over her breasts. The full, white, round breasts that she had once enjoyed alone were being squeezed and reshaped in another man's hands. Yao's one hand was circling her areola, while his other hand's fingers were rapidly playing with the nipple of her other breast, before he quickly grasped the entire breast and began to play with it. The physical stimulation and forbidden temptation made the wife somewhat lost. She almost collapsed against Yao, her right hand wrapped around his neck, letting him do various things to her breasts, kissing her neck, earlobes, and cheeks, even gently teasing her earlobe with his tongue.
Finally, unable to resist Yao's large hands, the wife abruptly turned around, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him passionately. The camera lens clearly showed her tongue actively entering Yao's mouth, swirling around, then withdrawing only to be quickly pursued and drawn back into her own mouth. She so readily accepted his long tongue, entwining it within her mouth.
Yao kissed his wife passionately, pulling her shirt up to her chest, his right hand roaming between her breasts, while his left hand slipped under her jeans belt from behind. Caught in this pincer attack, the wife almost collapsed, responding even more intensely to Yao's kisses, even extending her tongue for him to hold or tease.
In the video, her breathing grew increasingly heavy. At this moment, Yao had already bent down, his right hand grasping one of his wife's breasts and hastily putting the nipple into his mouth. His left hand, taking advantage of the situation, pulled his wife's entire buttocks into his hand. Perhaps the movement of his large hand inside her tight jeans was uncomfortable, because his wife had unbuttoned the front of her jeans herself. The faint zipper was now practically useless. Because he was bent over, Yao's hand could reach further and longer inside his wife's jeans, even reaching between her thighs to touch her front.
"Ah," his wife suddenly gasped.
At this moment, her right nipple was throbbing back and forth on Yao's tongue, and something could be seen moving between her legs.
His wife was half-hunched over, her body seemingly trying to stretch upwards to escape some kind of provocation, but under the intense stimulation, her legs gradually parted, instead adopting a sitting position. She responded contradictorily to Yao's teasing, moaning softly.
Finally, Yao couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly pulled down his wife's pants.
"No...no!" The wife seemed to suddenly realize what was happening and struggled desperately.
"Sister, I want you, I must have you."
Yao pushed his wife's hands away and tried to take off her jeans.
"No! Don't do this."
The wife struggled so violently that Yao didn't know where to start.
"Sister, we've done everything we should have done, we're just one last step, why can't we just let things happen naturally?"
"No! This is wrong, we've already made a mistake after drinking, we can't make another one!"
In the midst of this struggle, the wife even managed to button up her jeans, which surprised me for a while afterward.
Just as I was struggling, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, which made Yao dare not make any further moves and he had to stop. Thus, the seemingly respectful scene when I walked out of the bathroom came about.
From the first part to the second part, there weren't many explicit scenes, and the process was quite slow, which might disappoint some readers. However, I think these processes need to be clearly explained to everyone as necessary groundwork, to show that not every wife who accepts swapping or threesomes is born promiscuous. To some extent, even some wives in this circle, no matter how promiscuous they are in bed, can still be virtuous wives and loving mothers in life. Therefore, we should still respect them. Of course, the wife will eventually be taken by Yao, otherwise there would be no need to write this. Please stay tuned.

Chapter 3:
I came out after showering, and Yao went into the bathroom. My wife was still standing on the balcony, I don't know if she was admiring the scenery or calming her excited emotions. As for me, I sat on the bed watching the video I had just secretly recorded.
"What are you looking at? You look so sly."
My wife had walked in and sat down beside me, leaning on my shoulder.
"Ah!"
She gasped when she noticed what I was looking at, her face flushing red to her ears. "Honey, I...I..."
she stammered, flustered.
"I'm not blaming you,"
I said with a smile, pulling her into my arms. "Life is short, as long as you're happy.
" "You're talking nonsense again,"
my wife scolded.
"Weren't you happy just now?"
"Your expression is so filthy,"
she retorted, burying her face in my chest in embarrassment.
"That guy must be really frustrated, poor thing,"
I teased.
"He could go find a prostitute."
"Pshaw, who would eat at a roadside stall if they didn't eat the delicious food right here?"
"I can't be bothered with you."
Just then, Yao came out of the bathroom.
My wife stopped talking to me, hurriedly grabbed her clothes, and headed towards the bathroom, so rushed that she didn't even notice Yao blocking her way, and angrily shoved him aside without a second glance.
"What's wrong with my sister?"
Yao scratched his still-wet head, somewhat puzzled by his wife's reaction.
"She's embarrassed and angry,"
I said with a smile, looking at him with a hint of jealousy. Yao, who had just finished showering, was only wearing a towel around his waist. His body, which he exercised regularly, looked unusually muscular, especially his six-pack abs, which my wife adored. I sighed, "Youth is truly wonderful." "Six-pack abs" was a phrase my wife often used when commenting on men, frequently teasing me that my abs were just one muscle, mostly fat.
"Embarrassed and angry?"
Yao seemed confused.
I handed him the camera.
"Brother..."
Yao was a little embarrassed when he saw the scene in the camera.
"It's nothing. What did I call you here for?"
I smiled at him. "Wait a minute."
I walked to the bathroom door and knocked. "Wife, open the door."
"What is it?"
"I forgot my phone in the bathroom while I was showering.
" "Wait a minute, I'll get it."
"The steam is so strong, it might have damaged my phone. I also need to call Lao Li; I need him to do something for me."
Lao Li is one of my subordinates.
"You're such a hassle,"
my wife grumbled as she unlocked the door.
Pretending to get my phone, I glanced at my wife; she was washing her hair with the shower curtain drawn.
Turning back out of the bathroom, I didn't lock the door and gestured towards the bathroom towards Yao.
Yao didn't understand, staring at me with wide, questioning eyes.
"Go in!"
I mouthed to him, but without speaking.
He realized what I meant and gestured somewhat sheepishly, "Then I'll go in."
I gave him a push, a little forcefully, as a sudden wave of bitterness washed over me. Watching Yao tiptoe into the bathroom,
a voice inside me cried out anxiously , "Hold him back! What are you doing? Your wife is about to be taken by someone else!"
"Hold him back for what? Haven't you been looking forward to this for a long time? Go enjoy this unusual thrill!"
another voice tempted me.
While I was struggling with this dilemma, I heard my wife complaining from inside the bathroom, "What have you forgotten again? You're always so forgetful."
She assumed I had gone in again.
After a while, I suddenly heard my wife scream, "What? It's you? How did you get in? Get out!
" I quickly moved to the bathroom door, not daring to go in, and eavesdropped from outside. I could hear my wife struggling fiercely inside, and even heard a "slap" as she slapped Yao hard across the face. After a brief moment of stunned silence, the slap seemed to have aroused Yao's animalistic instincts, and the two became entangled again.
"Ah, let me go, don't do this, my husband is outside, no, I'll call for help! Mmm..."
Her mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and only faint "mmm" sounds of struggle could be heard. After a while, the bathroom gradually quieted down.
I gently pushed open the door and crept into the bathroom. The lewd scene in the bathroom instantly made my groin swell from the lowest point to the highest.
Behind the shower curtain, the naked wife was tightly embraced by the equally naked and muscular Yao. Yao's lips were sealed with hers, their love locked in a passionate kiss. Yao held her tightly with one arm, preventing her escape, while the other grasped her full breasts, kneading them like dough, their white, full flesh changing shape in his hands.
Their lower bodies were also pressed together without any cover. Yao pressed his lower body against his wife's, but she was clearly resisting. Even though a man other than her husband's penis was pressed against her, she still tried to make a seemingly futile effort. She squeezed her legs together, trying to prevent the hot, hard thing from entering her cleft. But this tight grip, the unprotected contact, and the unintentional friction from their struggles caused her to feel wetness.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her still-pushing hands.
She opened her eyes and cried out, "Husband..." Tears welled up in her eyes.
My arrival and my wife's tears left Yao momentarily at a loss.
I gestured to Yao, who understood and stepped aside. I embraced my naked wife, saying, "Wife, don't cry, don't think. Tonight, just enjoy yourself."
As I comforted my wife, Yao's hands continued to caress her breasts, his still prominently erect penis occasionally brushing against her thighs. This unusual taboo made my wife feel uncomfortable, and her tears gradually stopped.
I tried to kiss my wife, and surprisingly, she, who was usually resistant to kissing, didn't shy away. Instead, she actively responded. Almost the instant our lips touched, her soft tongue slid into my mouth. I quickly took it in, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, I rarely get this kind of treatment. This kid Yao has already trained me like this."
Nearby, Yao was kissing my wife's arms and shoulders, somewhat unwillingly. My wife let out a few soft but barely suppressed moans. I reached between my wife's legs, and wow, although her head was still wet, the mud on her legs was enough to keep the water out of her honeyed slit.
"Wife, you're so wet,"
I whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Yao to hear.
My wife shyly buried her head in my shoulder and bit it hard.
"Really? Let me see."
The lewd atmosphere emboldened Yao. He turned off the shower and squatted down. I cooperated by moving my wife to the side to give him enough space. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and kept circling her already erect nipple with my long tongue, teasing the base of her nipple with my tongue from time to time, as if trying to pull her nipple up with my tongue. This action seemed to make my wife's nipple even more erect.
Yao squatted behind his naked wife, kissing and licking her full, round buttocks. Sometimes he would start licking from the back of her back, his long tongue never leaving her body, licking all the way down to her anus, teasing it until his wife trembled and quickly pulled him away, saying, "No, it's dirty."
"It's not dirty, I just washed it, I like it."
Yao mumbled, spreading his wife's legs apart, exposing her pink, smooth, and mysterious vulva to another man's eyes. To be honest, I had also observed his wife's vulva from this angle, so close up, but I was confident that his wife's pink vulva would definitely captivate Yao. As a man, I had also slept with different women behind her back, but undeniably, no woman's vulva was as beautiful as his wife's. His wife's pubic hair was not thick, just enough to surround the pink clam that had remained unchanged for many years of marriage. Even when aroused, the clam would only open subtly, slightly revealing the little thing that was usually hidden.
Sure enough, Yao, at such close range, spread his wife's buttocks from behind and looked at her genitals carefully for a long time before exclaiming, "So beautiful."
His wife gave a shy "Mmm," but didn't move away.
Yao looked for a while longer, and finally couldn't resist sticking out his long tongue.
His wife, who was passionately kissing me, suddenly took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and gently bit her lower lip with a slight frown.
Something soft and slippery was now rolling between his wife's legs, sometimes gently teasing the pink nipple hidden deep inside with the tip of his tongue; sometimes licking from the very tip to the very back, and later even trying to insert that soft flesh as a penis. From time to time, there were "slurping" sounds like eating noodles coming from between his wife's legs.
The stimulation in her genitals had made his wife somewhat lost. She had forgotten to be intimate with me in front of her, and just lay half-lying in my arms, her buttocks slightly raised, accepting Yao's movements. Her whole body trembled from time to time, and she would pull her body away, but then quickly and actively push her buttocks back, bringing them closer to Yao's face.
Yao's face was now completely buried between his wife's thighs, licking her vulva from behind while simultaneously squeezing his fingers into her already incredibly wet passage. Yao later told me that his wife's genitals were already soaking wet; his fingers were squeezed into the slippery liquid, and with a little manipulation, two fingers could pull out strands of vaginal fluid. A clear, glistening, and incredibly slippery liquid slowly flowed from between her legs, gathering at the top of her buttocks where Yao's fingers were, before slowly dripping down onto Yao's thighs.
Gradually, Yao's mouth left his wife's vulva, and he began to use his hands instead of a penis to linger around her genitals, quickly but gently rubbing her labia. This caused his wife to tremble violently, and to prevent herself from moaning, she almost bit her lips until they bled. Soon, Yao inserted his fingers into his wife's vagina, first groping and probing, then beginning to thrust in and out, eventually pumping rapidly like a penis. His wife's lower body made gurgling sounds, and she leaned lower and lower on top of him, her buttocks becoming increasingly flat.
Finally, Yao couldn't resist any longer, stood up, and prepared to penetrate her.
"No!"
his wife suddenly shouted, stopping him and jumping away, hiding in my arms, startling us. We looked at her in confusion.
"Not here,"
she said in a voice almost inaudible, then shyly buried her head in my chest again.
"Okay, let's enjoy it together, my queen."
I picked up my naked wife and carried her out of the bathroom, followed by Yao, also naked, his genitals still swollen.
I gently placed my wife on the bed and quickly dimmed the room lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on. My wife's legs were tightly crossed, only a few pubic hairs shyly visible. She covered her eyes with her arm, a gesture that made her breasts appear exceptionally round and full. I couldn't resist leaning down and taking her nipple into my mouth. Almost without a word, Yao knelt between my wife's legs, trying to open them, but she kept them tightly closed. Yao persisted, seemingly unable to resist his insistence, and my wife gradually opened her legs.
"So beautiful, I can't get enough of looking at her,"
Yao exclaimed, then resumed his work between my wife's legs.
This time, unlike in the bathroom, though not bright, the more focused light showed a man licking and caressing between my wife's legs. My wife's legs tightly gripped his head, as if trying to merge him into her body. This scene made me feel a rush of blood to my head, so real and uncontrollable, a frenzy, an urge to burst forth even before I could get down to business. I quickly took a deep breath, unable to bear looking at Yao between my wife's legs any longer, and focused on my wife's breasts.
The alternating teasing of her husband's hands and tongue between her breasts, the lewd caresses of her genitals by a man other than her husband for the first time, made her body begin to writhe restlessly. She felt a fire burning inside her, a fire that wanted to burst forth, to scream, to shout. She reached between her legs, cupping Yao's head, seemingly trying to push him away, yet also wanting to pull him closer. The seductive teasing drove her mad; she had never felt such emptiness in her genitals, never so desperately craving something to penetrate her deeply, to fill her completely. Her body arched high, then fell heavily back down. Somewhat unconsciously, but with a deep longing, she grasped my erect penis in her hand, caressing it with unprecedented gentleness. You see, before, my somewhat fastidious wife would never have done this; she would have considered it dirty.
Finally, Yao stood up from between her legs. I knew the most exciting, tense, and anticipated moment was about to arrive. My wife realized this too; her body suddenly stiffened, gripping me tightly with some tension.
I gently lifted my wife a little, kissing her to help her relax, and also helped her lift her head slightly so she could see Yao's movements more clearly. My wife looked on, slightly nervous yet expectant, as Yao gently parted her legs and straightened his body.
"So big!"
This was almost a simultaneous thought between my wife and me, especially the fully engorged glans, its dark, glistening appearance making my heart pound. Yao held his large penis upright, slowly aiming it at my wife's vaginal opening. He didn't rush in, but gently parted her labia, squeezing up and down, seemingly wanting his glans to be fully immersed in her vaginal fluids. Occasionally, he would rub the lower part of his glans against her clitoris. Under Yao's teasing, my wife's breathing became heavier, and her grip on my hand tightened, almost digging into my flesh. Especially with her head half-rested on my lap, she could clearly see the thick, erect penis of the man her husband had brought, ready to pounce. This made her both nervous and excited. This unusual lewdness caused her lower body to overflow like a dam bursting, her juices flowing out, flowing over her anus, and onto the sheets.
After lingering at my wife's vulva for a while, as if sensing her impatience, Yao smiled smugly and thrust slightly downwards.
"Oh," my wife's head rose high, then fell back down with a sigh of relief. I watched as his thick, dark penis slowly slid into her most intimate place with Yao's thrust. Their pubic hair became intimately intertwined—yes, intertwined, because whether it was my wife's or Yao's vaginal fluid, glistening droplets of fluid clumped together, and with Yao's push, even the pubic hair became entangled.
The moment he entered my wife's body, Yao let out a long, blissful sigh: "So good! I didn't expect my sister to be so wet down there, and so tight inside. It feels amazing!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
my wife playfully slapped him.
"It's the truth. My sister is so good to me, I'll definitely serve her well today."
Yao teased, using the opportunity to distract himself, his penis still inside my wife's vagina.
"Still talking!"
My wife seemed to relax, her lower body being penetrated by another man, and said to Yao in a slightly coquettish tone.
“Okay, no more talking, just do it,” Yao emphasized the word “do it,” thrusting his lower body forward with a sudden force.
“Mmm—”
My wife frowned, “Slow down,” she said, still a little unaccustomed to Yao’s size.
Seeing her discomfort, Yao didn’t ignore her feelings and enjoy himself, but continued to soak his penis in her vaginal fluids, caressing her breasts with his hands. I laid my wife down, leaned over, and kissed her lips, one hand reaching between her legs, teasing her labia with my index finger. Soon, my wife’s kiss with me became somewhat dazed, and her eyes began to glaze over. Seeing this, Yao slightly withdrew his penis from my wife’s body, then thrust it back in with a sudden burst of sound. My wife almost cried out, and then Yao began to thrust in and out.
Soon, with each thrust, a series of “squirting” sounds came from where we were joined. Watching Yao’s thick penis going in and out of my wife’s body, the stimulation was indescribable. By this time, I had gotten out of bed and moved behind Yao. From here, I could see more clearly Yao's thick penis, much larger than mine, thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina like a pile driver. Each thrust caused her labia to open wider, pulling out copious amounts of vaginal fluid, leaving their joined parts a mess. That place, once my exclusive beauty, was now blooming under another man's massive penis. I couldn't resist reaching out and pressing between my wife's vagina and anus with my fingers. This unprecedented stimulation quickly made my wife's breathing become labored. I slightly raised my head and saw that my wife had turned her head to the other side, her eyes tightly closed, one hand pulling at the sheets, the other clenched into a fist, placed near her mouth, biting down, trying desperately to control her moans.
"Wife, if you're enjoying it, just moan, don't hold it in."
I applied more pressure, occasionally being pulled into the shallow depths of her vagina by Yao's penis.
Hearing my words, my wife still seemed unwilling to give in. Seeing her like this, Yao seemed to want to conquer her, thrusting even harder. After caressing her genitals, I was stimulated and suddenly wanted something more intense. I used my index finger to thoroughly stir the vaginal fluid squeezed out from the point where our genitals met, then smeared a clump of the fluid on my wife's anus. Then, I began to lightly touch my wife's anus with my finger, and after feeling it was sufficiently lubricated, I forcefully pushed my index finger into my wife's anus.
"Ah!"
My wife, who was biting her fist, could no longer control her moan and cried out. I knew that one finger wouldn't hurt her, but this kind of lewdness made her even more unrestrained. She tried to grab my hand and pull it away from the place she had been resisting, but under Yao's strong and firm thrusting, she was already limp all over and couldn't muster any strength.
I had wanted to have sex with my wife's anus before, but she always refused. Although I never intended to use it while having sex with someone else, this unexpected experience only aroused me more. My index finger began to gently thrust in and out of my wife's anus as Yao's penis moved.
"No..."
my wife said weakly, but of course I ignored her. I saw that, stimulated by the two fingers, one thick and one thin, the fluid from the point where my wife and Yao were joined slowly changed from crystal clear to cloudy, gradually turning into white foam. She was moaning incoherently, and her skin had turned a rosy pink color she had never seen before. She seemed to want to cry from the penetration, yet also seemed to be rendered limp and weak.
Finally, she couldn't help but cry out.
"What's wrong, wife? What's wrong?"
I asked anxiously.
She just shook her head.
“Brother, my sister is enjoying it, I’ve seen it before.”
Yao said smugly. To prove it, he leaned down and kissed his wife while thrusting. Sure enough, although she was still crying, his wife willingly extended her soft tongue into Yao’s mouth, letting him suck on it. I was relieved.
Yao spread his wife’s legs into an M shape and penetrated her even deeper, massaging her clitoris with his right thumb. He really made his wife feel like she was dying, only softly moaning, “So good, so good.”
He did this for nearly 20 minutes. Yao withdrew from his wife’s vagina, gently patted her, and his wife, understanding perfectly, got up, crawling on the bed like a puppy, her buttocks raised high. Yao held his penis, and with almost no need to fumble, guided by the slippery vaginal fluid, he slid into his wife’s vagina from behind, beginning a new journey.
I knew this was his wife’s favorite position because it allowed the man’s penis to penetrate even deeper. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of penetration, my wife began to murmur and scream, "It's coming, it's coming!"
I knew she had orgasmed. But Yao continued tirelessly working on her, and he still hadn't finished. I was astonished by his prowess.
As he continued, Yao felt unsatisfied and had my wife lie face down on the bed, leaving only her buttocks raised high. He then half-squatted and inserted his penis into her already disheveled lower body, almost using his own weight to thrust heavily into her fully open vagina again and again. My wife's limp upper body lay prone, her full buttocks raised high before my eyes. Her slightly parted labia were clearly visible through the wide opening behind her, and her thighs were overflowing with vaginal fluid, some even dripping down to her anus. From the occasional contractions of her anus, I could tell that the vaginal muscles were also contracting. Her breasts, like two jade balls, were half-crushed on the bed, the other half swollen beneath her.
Yao didn't probe gently; in a split second, his hips thrust downwards forcefully, pressing tightly against his wife's high-raised buttocks. His testicles, hanging between her legs, swayed with the force of the thrusts, pressing against the opening of her vagina. Under this violent thrust, even his wife's moans changed; she only made soft whimpering sounds, covering her mouth with the bed. Her incoherent gasps and disheveled hair were proof enough of the immense pleasure Yao's power brought her. His wife gripped the sheets tightly, her round buttocks enduring wave after wave of Yao's thrusts. The loud "slapping" sounds of their union, along with the thud of Yao's abdomen against his wife's buttocks, made me, standing beside them, unable to resist reaching out to stroke my already erect penis. After a while, Yao helped his wife sit up, stubbornly and with a touch of brute force, lifting her plump buttocks again and bringing them close to his crotch. His thrusting motions became increasingly vigorous, and several times, due to the excessive force, his penis slipped out of her vagina. Zhao simply lifted his waist slightly, skillfully pushing his penis back into his wife's vagina. Then he released his wife's waist, leaned down on her back, and searched for her lips with his own, the two kissing tightly.
His wife's legs were spread wide, and there was no obstruction from her buttocks for his penis's insertion. Her vaginal opening almost directly welcomed Yao's rapid and forceful penetration, the skin at the edge of her vagina appearing taut and slightly bluish-transparent due to the wide spread of her legs. Yao's penis could penetrate to the deepest point every time, but when he pulled out halfway, he would return and forcefully thrust it back into the bottom of the cavity, the speed increasing. Yao let out a beast-like growl, accompanied by his wife's moaning, which sounded like a cry. His wife knew Yao was about to come and suddenly realized, "No, not in there, today is the fertile period!"
But Yao ignored her completely. After a frantic series of thrusts, he suddenly thrust his penis tightly into his wife's vagina, with a section of the base of his penis still sticking out outside the vagina. The pulsation of the urethra protruding below could even be vaguely seen. Yao's anus, exposed to the fluorescent light, was contracting rhythmically and rapidly, his lower abdomen and his wife's buttocks pressed tightly together. Even after ejaculating, Yao was reluctant to leave his wife's body. After enjoying this exhilarating release for almost a minute, he slowly pulled his now-soft penis out of her vagina. A large gush of thick semen gushed out, flowing down her pubic hair onto the sheets, some remaining on the hair – a truly lewd sight.
His wife lay limp on the bed, somewhat angrily saying, "How could you do this? Today is my fertile period, and I didn't take any precautions. What if she's pregnant?"
"It's alright, it's alright, we'll take measures later to fix it,"
I comforted her. "As long as you're happy."

Chapter 4
Foreword: There was a small mishap. Originally, I planned to finish the first topic in three episodes, but as the plot progressed, I realized three episodes were far from enough. So I had to create this rather strange format of "(Part 2)" and it won't end until "Part X." To be honest, I'm not sure either, but I want to finish this topic as quickly as possible and then begin a new journey, striving to create a series of stories. Please be patient. At the same time, I would like to thank SC939, XW1, and many other fellow enthusiasts for their support and very insightful comments. Your support is my motivation to continue writing, and I will incorporate more of your opinions into my descriptions. Thank you all.
Seeing my grinning face, my wife got a little angry: "You're such a pervert! Your wife got laid, and you're happy?
" "If you're happy, I'm happy,"
I said with a grin.
My wife rolled her eyes at me and tried to get up to wash.
"Don't move,"
I said, grabbing her tightly.
"What? It's all leaking out."
I looked down, and wow, youth really does matter; even now, there was still a large clump of thick, white fluid flowing from between my wife's legs, instantly making my previously limp penis stand up again.
My wife noticed too, glancing at my large penis: "You really are a pervert."
"Yeah, yeah, I am a pervert."
I lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms. "Was it good just now?"
My wife glanced at Yao, who was resting on her other side, blushing slightly, and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"I'm happy if you're happy, wife, I love you."
I kissed my wife's earlobe and whispered in her ear.
Hearing my confession and feeling the teasing of her earlobe, my wife closed her eyes again. I pressed against her smooth buttocks, feeling my erect penis immediately sink into a swamp, sticky and somewhat nauseating, yet strangely stimulating. I hardly needed to aim or hold it steady; just a push of my hips forward, and the long shaft would slide smoothly along the incredibly lubricated waterway, as if guided by a rail, directly squeezing between my wife's legs. I could clearly feel my penis instantly surrounded by streams of mucus, whether it was my wife's secretions or residual fluid. As my penis went deeper, the fluid filling my wife's vagina was squeezed out by the foreign object, overflowing onto my scrotum, feeling slightly warm.
Having just experienced two orgasms, my wife's senses were heightened. Feeling her husband's unusual hardness, she turned her head slightly in surprise: "Honey, you're so hard today."
"I can't always leave the responsibility of making you happy to someone else,"
I said, then began thrusting. The strong lubrication meant I didn't need any foreplay.
"Ah, so good…honey…ah…you're so amazing today…ah…"
She was noticeably more relaxed while I was having sex with her. This made Yao, who was resting and watching our lovemaking, a little jealous. He got up, ready to join in.
My wife was enjoying my thrusts with her eyes closed when suddenly her mouth took her nipple in. "
Ah!"
she cried out in excitement.
I knelt between my wife's legs, pulling them together and lifting them high in my arms. I watched my long penis thrust rapidly in and out of her wet, white vagina. Yao occupied her upper body, sucking on her pink nipples, making "sizzling" sounds. The sounds of sucking and thrusting blended together, creating a cacophony of noises. Under this double stimulation, my wife was making muffled, indistinct sounds. Our genitals became increasingly sticky, my thrusting penis seemingly coated in milk foam, its original color almost unrecognizable. The sheets beneath my wife's buttocks were a mess, as if she had wet the bed.
My wife's moans quickly aroused Yao again. After playing with her breasts for a while, he even rubbed his penis against her breasts, occasionally rubbing the glans against her two pink nipples. This left her nipples covered in glistening vaginal fluid.
"Damn it, how am I supposed to eat now?"
I was a little annoyed, but at this point, the stimulation in my lower body left me with neither the time nor the desire to get angry. I just kept repeating the thrusting motions as if I were tirelessly working.
Soon, Yao was no longer satisfied with my wife's breasts; he knelt down beside her head. I knew what he was going to do, feeling a mix of jealousy and excitement.
The stimulation in my lower and upper body made my wife, whose eyes were tightly closed, gasp for breath with her mouth slightly open. Suddenly, something slippery and slightly fishy slipped into her mouth. My wife screamed, shook her head, and spat it out. Opening her eyes, she saw it was Yao's penis, which had just ejaculated. She gagged for a while.
"Your sister doesn't like oral sex; she thinks it's dirty,"
I said to Yao. Yao knelt there somewhat awkwardly.
"Want it again?"
I asked. Yao nodded.
"Come on."
Just as I was about to ejaculate, but not wanting it to end there, I withdrew from my wife's body. Yao gave me a grateful look, then eagerly thrust his penis in, plunging it into her vagina with a rapid, forceful, and precise
motion. His disproportionately large glans plunged in with unstoppable force, likely hitting her cervix at the end of her vagina. My wife jerked, her breasts heaving, and let out a long "Oh!" She was so numb with pleasure that she couldn't make a sound, only clutching her lower abdomen and panting heavily. Then came a storm of rapid thrusting, leaving my wife, who was about to climax, only able to utter soft moans and groans, unable to produce any coherent sounds. The ringing
of her phone was particularly jarring in the lewd room, startling the three passionate lovers. It was my wife's iPhone. I picked it up and saw—oh no, it was my mother-in-law calling. I quickly handed it to my wife.
"Hello, Mom."
The wife took a deep breath, trying to speak normally into the phone.
She spoke to her mother-in-law as if everything was normal, while a penis that wasn't her husband's was still immersed in her wet vagina, her breasts deformed in his hands, and her husband stood beside her with his erect penis. This feeling was intoxicating.
Seeing that his wife's call wasn't over, Yao mischievously thrust his penis, still immersed in her vagina, forward forcefully. The stimulation made his wife hiss, glare at him with a frown, and continue communicating with her mother. Yao grinned wickedly and slowly moved again. His wife writhed uncomfortably, holding the phone in one hand and pushing Yao away with the other, trying to stop him. But almost with the slightest force, she was forced to her knees, collapsing limply.
His wife panicked, mouthing a warning to Yao fiercely, and reaching between her legs to grab the restless penis, trying to stop it from moving. But how could she hold onto something so sticky and slippery? Instead, his wife ended up with her hand covered in vaginal fluid. She frowned, let go, looked at the slippery residue, and disgustedly shook it off. Yao, meanwhile, smugly withdrew most of his penis, leaving only the glans between her labia.
His wife, thinking he was behaving himself, gave him a grateful look. Suddenly, Yao grinned wickedly, and with a sudden burst of force, his entire penis disappeared, reaching her very core. His wife shuddered, almost letting out a moan.
"What's wrong?"
her mother-in-law asked on the phone.
"Nothing, I was carrying something,"
his wife lied without batting an eye.
Yao grinned wickedly and began a new round of thrusting. My wife tried to distract herself by talking to her mother, but the strong, powerful thrusts made her tremble all over. She clenched her teeth tightly to keep from crying out, one hand gripping the bedsheet high, tighter and tighter, I wondered if she would tear it. Her breathing became rapid, and her speech became intermittent, pausing after almost every two words to prevent an uncontrollable moan from escaping.
Finally, amidst her mother's somewhat puzzled tone, my wife ended the call. "You're such a bastard, you almost embarrassed me."
She pinched Yao hard.
"So, are you enjoying it? Is it exciting?"
Yao asked without stopping his penis's movements.
"Ah, so good! So exciting!"
My wife completely let loose. She suddenly twisted her body, her lower body freeing itself from Yao's grasp. She pushed Yao down onto the bed, flipped over, and sat on top of him. To my astonishment, even when we were together, she rarely took the initiative. She slightly guided Yao's penis to her vulva and sat down heavily. Her plump buttocks ground against Yao's body like a millstone. She was very proactive, with a touch of wildness. I looked at my wife in astonishment. Usually, when we were together, even if she was on top of me, I was the one making the moves. She rarely took such a lewd initiative. Today, she was truly unrestrained.
His wife sat on Yao's lap, her vagina enveloping his thick penis. She leaned back slightly so that her lower body could more tightly and fully embrace his penis, actively grinding her lower body back and forth. When she reached a point of intense pleasure, she let out a soft moan and leaned down to offer her breasts to Yao's mouth. After Yao had only taken a few bites, his wife pulled out with a wicked smile, looked at him, and then suddenly kissed his thick lips, inserting her soft tongue into his mouth and teasing him a few times. Just as Yao was about to entangle himself, she quickly withdrew, looking at him provocatively from a short distance away. The woman's seductive charm aroused Yao's wildness. He grabbed his wife and kissed her fiercely, his lower body thrusting upwards rapidly and frantically. My wife, now completely uninhibited, was a different person, and I found it hard to resist. She was lying on top of Yao, being held tightly in his arms as he thrust into her. I was also half-lying on top of her, grabbing her breasts from behind, my erect penis aimlessly rubbing against her back. Several times it accidentally aimed at her anus, and she quickly pushed it away in the heat of passion. But I couldn't take it anymore; I just wanted a hole to go in, and my movements became rougher. My wife seemed to sense my urgency. After a moment's hesitation, she pulled her breast, which Yao had been squeezing and sucking, out of her mouth, straightened up, and reached back to grab my penis, guiding it forward.
Somewhat inexplicably, I followed her lead and moved to her right front. She wiped my wet penis with her hand, gave me a seductive look, and while my lower body was still entangled with Yao's, slowly took it into her mouth.
The moment the glans entered that slippery, wet space, I almost screamed with pleasure. I'd had oral sex with other women before when I was behind my wife's back, but never before had it felt as pleasurable and stimulating as when my wife gave me oral sex.
From my angle, I could see my wife's buttocks continuously swallowing and releasing Yao's penis, while my glans was inside her mouth, though most of it was still outside. Although my wife's movements were still hesitant and clumsy, even her tongue tried to avoid my glans, this feeling had already made me so excited I was almost about to burst. I quickly thought about whether I hadn't finished my work, trying to distract myself, but my hand gently cupped my wife's head, subtly signaling her to use her mouth to serve me more deeply. My wife understood, and with a slightly clumsy hand, she grasped my penis and began to give me oral sex.
Yao, who had been rejected by my wife before, saw her so willingly taking my penis into her mouth, and, feeling a little jealous, he started to fuck her harder. As he fucked her, he got up, made her lie down, and quickly, accurately, and forcefully thrust in. My wife moaned as she took my big cock into her mouth again.
Yao swayed his lower body back and forth, thrusting his penis in and out of his wife's vagina. His wife's legs rose higher and higher behind him, her fingers stretched straight, stiff as if cramping, trembling as if she were shivering. Her red lips tightly gripped his penis, drawing deep breaths, making the glans swell. Her cheeks sank in, creating a pair of charming dimples.
Yao and I faced each other, each extracting pleasure from her two orifices, thrusting with unrestrained ecstasy. This way of doing it face-to-face had the advantage of allowing us to not only thrust ourselves but also watch each other's penises moving in and out of her vagina, a stimulation so intense we didn't even want to blink. Both our bodies and minds were simultaneously satisfied. His wife's breasts, which we had already divided among ourselves, each holding one in our palms, rubbing, squeezing, and kneading them, until her eyebrows were like willow branches and her eyes were glazed with desire.
Perhaps my hard, swollen penis had exhausted my wife's mouth, because after letting me thrust in and out of her mouth for a while, she turned her head to the side, spat my penis out, and pulled the foreskin back to the base, making the glans even more bulging. Then, without any instruction, she stuck out her tongue and licked around the ridge of flesh, teasing it several times before opening her mouth again and taking it back in. Her lips tightly enveloped the glans, sucking and licking, while her tongue pressed against the urethral opening, making my glans numb and my legs weak. I could no longer squat and involuntarily sat on the bed, raising my penis and letting her do as she pleased, taking the initiative to let her lick and swallow.
Shi Yao, aroused, lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Once her buttocks were a few inches off the bed, he thrust his penis deeper, pushing it in completely. He braced himself under her armpits, kicked his legs back, and lowered his upper body, pressing her thighs almost against her breasts. Then, his hips rose and fell like waves, thrusting his penis into her vagina with resounding "slap! slap!"
sounds. Such vigorous movements finally left his wife with no energy left to perform oral sex on him. Although she still held his penis in one hand, her soul had long since been banished, leaving only the moans she often heard in pornographic films.
I knelt beside her, watching the lewd sight of their penises thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina. Her thick pubic hair couldn't conceal her erect clitoris, which was swollen to the thickness of a pencil tip, its pink tip peeking out from the dark pubic hair like a tiny glans, twitching and throbbing from the constant movement of her labia minora. I was so tempted that I reached out and pinched it, gently rubbing it back and forth, making my wife tremble and beg for mercy: "Oh...don't...I can't take it...I can't take it anymore...Oh...you're torturing me like this...I'm going to die...Wow...I can't take it anymore...I want it again..."
Another intense orgasm brought her to another ... Trembling uncontrollably, Yao, perhaps stimulated by the sucking sensation caused by the spasms in her vagina, began to tremble along with her. His thrusts became slow and powerful, each thrust accompanied by a shudder. He believed that each shudder represented the release of semen inside her vagina. After seven or eight consecutive shudders, he finally stopped, exhausted and panting heavily. However, his pubic bone remained pressed firmly against his wife's vulva, his still-erect penis acting like a plug, unwilling to pull it out. Only when his penis shrank smaller and smaller, slipping out with the gushing semen, did he reluctantly lower her legs and lie softly beside his still-convulsing wife.
He had finished, and I couldn't wait to mount her again, thrusting into the vagina that had been filled with semen twice before. My wife, still not fully recovered, screamed and plunged into a new round of debauchery...
When I forcefully ejaculated the last drop of semen into my wife's body, she was limp and unable to move. Exhausted, Yao and I lay on either side of my wife, our hands still lingering on her naked body.
"No more, really no more, I feel like I'm going crazy,"
my wife murmured. Although the mess between her legs was uncomfortable, she didn't have the strength to get up and wash. Normally, even with a condom, she would wash herself after we were done.
"I need to take a shower,"
my wife said, as if to herself, or perhaps to us.
"Come on, let's carry the Queen to the shower,"
I said to Yao, forcing myself to sit up. We laughed and together carried my wife, hugging her arms and legs, into the bathroom.
"I'm too weak,"
my wife said coquettishly.
"Don't move, we'll take care of you,"
I said with a wicked grin, lifting my wife's legs from behind, like when we used to help a child pee, spreading them as wide as possible, her messy, lewd vulva exposed nakedly before Yao's eyes.
"Honey, you're so naughty."
My wife was a little shy and amused. She wanted to struggle but didn't have the strength, so she could only let me hold her like this. She watched as Yao picked up the showerhead and carefully and meticulously washed her lower body. He was really thorough. To clean it completely, he even used his fingers to dig out large amounts of semen from her vagina. With each dig, my wife trembled and twisted uncomfortably.
"Don't move around, or it won't be clean. Be careful you don't get pregnant,"
I said. My wife indeed dared not move anymore.
After there was no more discharge from my wife's vagina, he washed it thoroughly with soap again. Yao said, "Let me check carefully to see if it's clean."
At this time, my wife's labia were fully open, and her pink clitoris was exposed like the tender flesh of a clam. Yao then used his lips to clamp her clitoris as if he had discovered a treasure.
"Ouch!" My wife's legs almost kicked out. "No, please, please don't, it hurts so much down there,"
she pleaded.
I knew that the unprecedented frenzy of the night must have hurt her, so I put my wife down and suggested we rest. Yao had no choice but to agree.
I slept soundly that night, vaguely hearing my wife and Yao arguing and feeling their struggle, but extreme exhaustion kept me from opening my eyes.
The next day, the three of us didn't get up until noon. We drove back to the city, had lunch, and saw off Yao, who was still reluctant to leave.
On the drive home, I asked my wife about what happened between her and Yao while I was half asleep the night before. She hesitantly told me that Yao wanted to have sex with her again in the middle of the night, but she was too tired, and her genitals were sore from swelling. So Yao tried to have sex with her anus, but she firmly refused. In the end, during the struggle, my wife had no choice but to give him oral sex again, but she firmly stated that she did not let Yao ejaculate in her mouth.
After saying all that, my wife looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry, honey."
"It's okay, honey."
I reached out and took her hand, "I love you, honey, forever..."
This story has ended, but it also signifies the beginning of a new story, a new life. Will Yao come back to our city? What will happen next? Please stay tuned. Also, please give me your suggestions on a title for this story; I'm planning to write it as a long series.

Chapter 5:
After Yao left, my wife and I returned to our usual peaceful life. However, I noticed that our relationship seemed even better, and our sex life became more harmonious. I don't know if it was the development of threesomes or what, but my wife became much more sensitive than before. She often didn't need much foreplay before she was already wet and could easily engage with me, no longer needing a long preparation time. My wife also noticed that I seemed to have improved, jokingly asking if I was taking drugs. I said it was because of competition, so there was pressure; because of pressure, there was motivation, and I shouted, "If I don't work hard to have sex today, I'll work hard to find someone to have sex with tomorrow!"
which made my wife giggle. The only regret is that kissing and oral sex seem to have stopped and become rare, but I'm content, thinking: it's better than nothing.
One evening, I came home to find my wife already there, sitting on the sofa, looking terrible. When I asked her what was wrong, she just yelled, "You men are all the same!"
I was completely baffled. After pressing her for details, I learned that Ping's boyfriend of six months had sent her a text message without warning saying they weren't compatible and had broken up.
Ping was my wife's junior high school classmate and best friend, and she worked at the People's Bank of China. Seven years ago, her ex-husband, also a classmate, had an affair. After two years of painful experience, they divorced, and she raised her son alone. Because her family favored sons over daughters, her parents never treated her well. Not only were all the family properties registered under her only brother's name, but they also tried to get her money to give to him. They never even helped their daughter in the divorce. This infuriated me, who would also become a grandfather someday—how could parents be like this? Ping had few friends, and among her few close friends, my wife was the closest. Our intimacy was such that after Ping's divorce, my wife, while sympathizing with her, even joked one day about lending her her husband for a night. Of course, I firmly refused (although I was a little excited, you see, Ping, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, may have an average appearance, but her voluptuous figure and full breasts are something my wife can only dream of. Ping's very handsome ex-husband slept with her almost on the third day after they reunited, which I didn't understand. My wife said, "He just wanted her big breasts.").
My wife realized that joking about her best friend like that was wrong. Soon after, Ping was introduced to a deputy director of a government department. Both divorced, they quickly became close, reportedly discussing marriage several times. However, just a week after their sweet romance, she sent a breakup text and stopped answering his calls.
Hearing my wife's words, I also deeply believed that men really aren't good people, especially those around Ping. After firmly supporting my fellow women for a while, I could only advise my wife to spend more time with her.
That being said, it passed, and I didn't think much of it. From then on, Ping visited my home much less often. Each time, my wife would chat with her for a while, while I would just say hello and then go upstairs to play my CrossFire game. Several months passed like this. In June
2011, due to work, I went to Xi'an for a two-week training course. For my wife and me, who seemed to have found a second spring in their lives, this was pure torture. We video chatted on QQ almost every night, and occasionally Yao would join in, but it was just for chatting. We didn't really enjoy video chats, mainly because we were worried about safety. Sometimes I couldn't hold back anymore and visited my "little sister" a few more times. Finally, my studies ended, and I flew back to my hometown, eager to rush into the bedroom. But my wife, who picked me up at the airport, said something that left me speechless: "Today is Ping's birthday. She doesn't have many friends, so only we went to celebrate with her."
There was nothing I could do; my wife's words were law. I could only reach into my pocket to suppress my already erect member. Seeing my embarrassed and somewhat helpless expression, my wife giggled and quickly touched between my legs when no one was looking: "I'll make it up to you later."
"Are you crazy? I was just wondering how to seduce it, and you're teasing me!"
I said angrily, only to be met with my wife's gloating laughter.
When I saw Ping, she was wearing a floor-length dress, very mature and conservative, barely revealing any skin. However, because it was made of silk, I could see the shape of her half-cup bra underneath; almost half of her breasts were separated by a thin layer of fabric. With the slightest movement, I could see the ripples of her breasts, which almost gave me a nosebleed, as I was already horny. I could only bury my head in my food and drink. Ping seemed to be in a high mood today, drinking quite a bit of red wine. Soon, all three of us were tipsy, and Ping was even swaying a little as she walked.
After leaving the restaurant, my wife and I planned to take Ping home. However, my wife was worried about leaving the slightly drunk Ping alone, so she decided to take her to a hotel upstairs.
We booked a double room, and my wife and I helped Ping into the elevator. To be honest, the voluptuous Ping was quite heavy, so at that point, I was already a little drunk and was only thinking about how to support her. I didn't really think about taking advantage of her or feeling her body.
After finally settling Ping in, I couldn't wait for my wife to leave, but she said she was covered in sweat and needed a shower.
My heart was pounding, so I reluctantly agreed.
"Watch Ping, don't let her throw up. Help her if she needs water,"
my wife instructed before we went into the bathroom.
I agreed, glanced at Ping lying on the bed, already fast asleep, and turned on the TV.
But listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, I couldn't understand what was on TV. Finally, fueled by alcohol and lust, I abruptly stood up and opened the bathroom door.
"What's wrong?"
my wife asked, thinking I needed to use the bathroom.
I ignored her, quickly stripped naked, pulled back the shower curtain, and stepped into the bathtub.
As I embraced my wife and grasped her breasts from behind, she screamed in fright, then quickly covered her mouth, worried about waking Ping.
"Are you trying to kill me? You can't even hold it in now, Ping's still outside,"
my wife whispered.
"I really can't hold it in anymore, or I'll either become impotent or ejaculate prematurely. Ping's asleep, it's okay."
Hearing my words, as if she had found a reasonable excuse, my wife, who was also eager for sex, closed her eyes.
I passionately kissed my wife's cheeks from behind, occasionally licking and teasing her earlobes and ear canals, circling the tips of her nipples with one hand and reaching between her legs with the other. Soon, my wife became slippery, and I couldn't wait to guide her and thrust in, but I groaned in pain. It turned out that because the foreplay wasn't enough, although my wife's vaginal opening was already wet, it was still a bit dry inside, causing my glans to suffer. I quickly pulled out. My
wife chuckled, glared at me, and said, "Who told you to be so impatient?"
Then she turned around and squatted down with a pained expression: "Does it hurt?"
"A little." I said,
feeling a little aggrieved.
"Serves you right."
She laughed and patted my slightly limp penis.
I was about to protest when I saw my wife's face slowly moving towards my crotch.
"No way, this kind of treatment on a business trip?"
Still wondering, I felt my glans being enveloped by something warm and moist. I took a deep breath and tilted my head back. The stimulation almost made me ejaculate instantly. I quickly took a few deep breaths, looked at the bathroom decor, and listened carefully for any movement from Ping outside. I barely managed to suppress my urge and was about to move along with my wife's sucking when she pulled out.
"Is that all?"
I said, unwilling to give up.
"Can you handle it?"
My wife looked at me mischievously, turned around, and pressed her full buttocks against the wall between my legs.
It was true, a few more sucks and I would have to ejaculate. I grabbed my wife's smooth buttocks and eagerly thrust in. It was so slippery, so smooth, so pleasurable.
Soon, the sound of splashing water filled the bathroom. I excitedly thrust while stroking my wife's peach-shaped buttocks. With her slender waist, she was truly a mesmerizing young woman. My wife was also moaning softly, twisting her waist with my movements to find a more comfortable position. Every now and then, she would turn her head and stick out her soft tongue to entwine with mine, which excited me even more. My thrusts became more vigorous; often, almost half of my penis, except for the head, was still inside her vagina before I pulled out and plunged back in forcefully, making it difficult for her to control her moans. After overcoming my initial urge, I felt incredibly energetic and excited, but I didn't ejaculate quickly. I just wanted to soak in my wife's smooth, juicy vagina a little longer.
After about ten minutes of intense sex in the bathroom, the walls were too slippery, and my wife almost fell several times, her mood starting to waver.
"Shall we go out?"
I asked my wife.
"Are you crazy?"
my wife exclaimed, startled.
"It's okay, Ping is fast asleep,"
I said softly, then a thought suddenly struck me: "What if she wakes up? I'll do her too!"
I said jokingly.
"Nonsense,"
my wife slapped me.
“Doing it this way affects the feeling and is tiring,”
I said to my wife. “She’s drunk, she won’t wake up so easily. If there’s any noise, I can just run back quickly. She’s too dazed to notice.”
My wife thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: “Then be gentle.”
She prepared to pull out.
“Don’t pull out,” I stopped her, “Just leave it like this.”
My penis was still inside my wife as we walked out of the bathroom, still embracing each other. Before coming out, my wife cautiously peeked out, and seeing that Ping was still fast asleep, she tiptoed out. As soon as we reached the bed, I mischievously grabbed her and pounced on her, and we both landed heavily on the bed, my penis still inside her.
"Ah!" my wife let out a soft, excited cry, but before she could turn around and scold me, my new assault began. She almost instantly succumbed, moaning and unable to utter a complete sentence. The bed shook with our movements, but we were completely absorbed in our passion and ignored it. With each powerful thrust, my wife's body kept trying to find a foothold, and unknowingly, we got closer and closer to the sleeping Ping, until finally, my wife's head was almost touching hers.
I thrust vigorously, the unusual stimulation of making love with my wife next to her best friend making me exceptionally fierce. Stealing a glance, I saw Ping's brows furrowed, seemingly still unhappy in her dream. Looking at my wife, her head buried in the pillow, I pretended to adjust my position, freeing my right hand to secretly touch Ping's high, firm breasts. They were truly huge; one hand couldn't possibly grasp them. As my hand brushed against them, the high, cloud-like breasts rippled, overlapping onto the other. Even with a bra, they still seemed to rise higher and higher. No wonder her ex-husband couldn't resist sleeping with her after only three days of chatting.
Distracted, my movements slowed, and my wife, somewhat displeased, pressed her hand against my leg, startling me into quickly withdrawing my hand. Less than a minute later, I couldn't resist pretending to switch positions, making sure my hand was pressed against Ping's side for support. My right arm was pressed tightly against Ping's breasts as she lay on her side, and with each tireless thrust, I felt the slippery texture inside my wife's vagina, listened to her suppressed, forbidden moans, and felt the friction of her breasts pressing against my right arm. I was losing control.
My wife was lying face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high to facilitate my entry and exit. She was completely exhausted. Suddenly, she stiffened and pushed me away with her hand. I thought she was about to climax, so I thrust even harder and faster, causing her hand to freeze in mid-air. She wanted to pull it back but couldn't, and she didn't have the strength to push me away. With a series of loud slapping sounds, we both reached our peak.
After the climax, I lay weakly on my wife's naked back, gently kissing her soft shoulder. My wife didn't move, letting my ejaculated penis remain inside her until it completely slid out, bringing with it a thick, white fluid.
After a while, my wife turned her head, looked at Ping with a puzzled expression, thought for a moment, and then leaned over to softly call Ping's name.
"What's wrong?"
I asked her quietly, puzzled. Throughout our lovemaking, Ping had been facing away from us and hadn't moved at all; she shouldn't have woken up.
My wife gestured for me to be quiet and called Ping's name a few more times, but Ping remained motionless.
"What were you doing just now?"
my wife suddenly asked me.
"What?"
I was taken aback.
"What were you doing to Ping while we were making love?"
Hearing this, my mind went blank: so my wife had already found out.
"I...I..." I was extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.
"You men are all the same, not a single one of you is any good."
My wife said bitterly, but there didn't seem to be much anger in her tone; instead, there was more helplessness.
This made me a little uneasy, but also slightly relieved, and I felt a strange sense of anticipation.
My wife sighed: "She's actually been suffering quite a bit too."
Of course, I nodded eagerly, hoping to distract my wife.
"You can't use this one time as an excuse to cheat on me,"
my wife said angrily, leaving me completely bewildered.
"Go and comfort her,"
my wife said through gritted teeth, as if she had made a decision.
"Comfort her what?"
I asked, still confused.
"What else can comfort her? It's what you men are thinking, with all those dirty thoughts in your hearts."
As she said this, tears welled up in my eyes.
"What are you saying?"
I was stunned. "I just couldn't help myself, but I didn't really want to do anything."
"You don't need to explain!"
"I'm not explaining."
I snapped back, "Don't you know who I am? If I really had any ulterior motives, wouldn't I have plenty of opportunities? I'm in charge of reception."
I admitted to being a womanizer, but I was a womanizer with principles, not someone who would do anything reckless. My wife's attitude made me anxious.
Seeing my anxious protests, my wife looked at me with wide eyes, suddenly lunged at me, and kissed me deeply, tears streaming down her face.
"What's wrong, wife?"
I asked tenderly, holding my wife close to my chest.
“I’ve been thinking about this while you were away on your business trip. Yao cheated on me last time he came. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t.”
“What are you talking about? It wasn’t your fault last time. And who says that if one spouse cheats, the other has to? How can we live together like that?”
I snapped.
“Let me finish,”
my wife interrupted me. “Actually, I know you’ve wanted to swap partners for a long time. Yao is just a prelude. If I have my first time, you’ll eventually have yours. Since that’s the case, it’s better to let my good friend have it. Besides, Ping really needs it too.”
At that moment, I was speechless.
When my wife gently unzipped the back of Ping’s long skirt, I felt my limp penis suddenly rise; by the time a floral thong slipped out from under Ping’s skirt, my penis had already hardened. I felt a little dizzy, so when I leaned behind Ping, lifted her skirt, and my glans, still sticky with my wife’s genitals and my semen, squeezed into Ping’s still slightly dry vaginal opening, I was still a little dazed.
But once inside, the friction from my glans quickly brought me back to reality.
"What's going on?"
I chuckled wryly, but that didn't stop me from starting my primal thrusting. I could tell Ping was quite sensitive, because after only two or three strokes, it was much smoother inside her, and soon I could hear the soft, wet friction. Ping moaned softly in her sleep.
Ping's buttocks were also quite large, but unlike my wife, she didn't have the same waist-to-buttock ratio, making her appear much fleshier. And indeed, because it was only the second time, my not-fully-erect penis couldn't penetrate more than a third of the way in the side-entry position, as her buttocks blocked the way. Although I knew she would wake up soon, I felt guilty and, as if to delay her awakening, I only lay on my side, thrusting in and out of Ping's lower body, not daring to touch any other part of her body.
Ping's skin was much fairer than my wife's. As I increased the intensity of my thrusts, the hem of her skirt slipped down to her waist, revealing a pair of fair and tender thighs. Her large, white buttocks rippled with flesh more alluring than her breasts as I pounded into her. My thrusts made our bodies slap together loudly, accompanied by the wet sounds from our genitals, creating an exceptionally lewd atmosphere.
The extraordinary pleasure made me unable to resist raising one of her thighs high, leaving enough space between her legs for deeper penetration. I could vaguely see the dark area between her legs. Ping's pubic hair was much thicker than my wife's, appearing exceptionally dark against her fair skin. Her vulva was a slightly darker red than my wife's. With each thrust, a few strands of glue-like liquid would flow down her vulva.
Enjoying the smoothness of her flesh, I hissed and inhaled as I thrust, trying to control myself from ejaculating. Just then, amidst the unusual impact, Ping slowly opened her eyes—she was awake.
Name Change Notice: After much consideration, I have decided to rename my original novel to "The Blooming Wife." The original title, "The Wife Moaning Beneath the Boy," will also be changed to "The Blooming Wife, Volumes 1-4" (Original address: I will strive to write it as a medium-length novel; Volume 7 will feature my wife, Ping, and me having our first 3P (one man, two women) and my first sexual experience. Please look forward to it.

Chapter 6
Foreword: First, I would like to thank netizens 2211861, liebherr160, and papol for promptly pointing out my chapter omission. Indeed, when renaming the original manuscript, I skipped Chapter 3 directly to Chapter 4; also, I would like to thank ste...). Vene and other netizens provided very insightful suggestions for the story's development, which I will revise in future chapters. I will compile the existing chapters into a collection for easier reading later. Regarding details, I'm not very good at describing details, which might leave some readers feeling unsatisfied; I will try my best to improve in this area.
Because of the alcohol, Ping wasn't fully awake. She opened her eyes groggily, not quite understanding the situation, only feeling a swelling sensation in her lower body, a mixture of comfort and strangeness. Turning her head slightly, she saw me, half-lying between her legs, stunned, and my wife, still naked and kneeling beside me, somewhat at a loss.
"Ah!"
She suddenly realized what was inside her and screamed in fright, but was quickly silenced by a mouth. I was afraid she would make too much noise, so I reacted quickly and covered her mouth with my lips.
Ping tried to escape my kiss with "mmm," but I held her head down firmly, preventing her from moving. She twisted her lower body forcefully, trying to break free from our connection, but the thing that was like a nail inserted between her legs was something she couldn't escape, which only made me thrust even harder.
Ping went limp from the thrust, but still tried to squeeze her legs together. The way she forced me out of her body aroused me even more, making me lose control amidst her struggles and writhing.
Ping felt something inside her suddenly become incredibly hard, and after a few rapid thrusts, a warm liquid shot into her body with a muffled groan. She collapsed weakly, tears streaming down her face.
I, having ejaculated, was at a loss, unsure whether to pull out or leave it inside. I stood there, kneeling between her legs, my now limp penis still inside her.
Ping sobbed, "How could you do this?"
"Pull it out now."
My wife glared at me.
I quickly withdrew from Ping's body, but noticed that she involuntarily shuddered the moment I pulled out; it seemed she wasn't oblivious.
My wife found some tissues and, while wiping Ping's messy genitals, whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear her clearly, and when I tried to lean closer, my wife's glare scared me away. I could only awkwardly say, "I'm going to take a shower."
I clearly felt that taking a shower was just stalling for time, and I was a little hesitant to go out. To be honest, I'm not the kind of man who can sweet-talk women and win their hearts; I really have no experience in this area. I didn't come out until I couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer.
Ping had stopped crying and was lying facing the wall, ignoring my coming out. My wife wrapped her naked body in the blanket, looking at me with a complicated expression, her eyes making me feel uneasy.
"I feel a cold sweat running down my back,"
I said to my wife half-jokingly, "You're not thinking of taking scissors and cutting me, are you?"
"Cutting me would be too easy for you,"
my wife said resentfully.
"No way, the saddest thing for a man is not finishing the sex and losing his manhood. I'm actually getting off easy."
"Pfft."
Hearing my words, Ping, who had her back to me, couldn't help but laugh out loud, then stopped shyly.
"Of course. Today we're going to drain you dry!"
my wife shouted to me like a slogan.
"Ah!"
I looked at the two of us on the bed with surprise, feeling full of fighting spirit again. But my limp little brother was protesting my overtime with its lack of effort.
I climbed onto the bed and lay down between my wife and Ping. Ping suddenly shuddered and moved away from me, but I reached out and hugged her. I don't know what my wife said to her while I was taking a shower, but she only shuddered and didn't struggle anymore.
"No way, this man's dream of having two wives has come true like this? She wasn't even prepared."
I thought to myself, secretly pleased.
My wife scoffed, "So smug?"
but then gently nestled into my arms.
I wrapped my right arm around her, stroking her smooth skin, while my left hand slipped from behind Ping's still-untied dress, hastily unhooking her bra. Without hesitation, I went straight for the heart of the matter, grabbing one of her breasts. Ping quickly grabbed my hand through her dress, preventing me from moving. Ping truly had those legendary large breasts; one hand could only barely grasp them. Living on a small hillside, and not quite in her twenties anymore, her skin was still a bit soft, not as bouncy and firm as I'd imagined.
The lewd feeling of having two women on either side made me feel a burning desire, but my little brother remained unresponsive, leaving me feeling both frustrated and nervous: "Won't I fail?"
My wife on my right, while enjoying my caresses, was also exploring my body. When she touched my penis, she was surprised to find it was still erect. She picked it up and shook it: "No reaction?"
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and with increased tension, it became even harder to get an erection.
"How embarrassing."
My wife chuckled, leaned in, and surprisingly, kissed me. The instant our lips met, her long-lost soft tongue slipped into my mouth. I greedily suckled at her tongue, one hand resting on Ping's chest, the other roaming over my wife's waist and hips.
After a long, lingering kiss, my wife became aroused. She rolled over and sat on me, looking at me with slightly hazy eyes. She leaned closer to my head, presenting her breasts directly to my mouth. I took one of her dark red nipples into my mouth and teased it for a while. My wife moaned softly, and one hand reached down to my crotch, grasping my slightly aroused penis. I rubbed it between my hands.
My breathing became heavy, and I could clearly feel Ping reacting as well. I tried to pull Ping towards me, and she indeed rolled over, glancing at my wife and me in alarm before quickly closing her eyes. I seized the opportunity, releasing my wife's nipple, still letting her sit half-on my waist, and leaned forward to kiss Ping. Ping's lips were thicker than my wife's, making the kiss more stimulating. After a brief seal, Ping completely gave up resisting, letting my long tongue invade her mouth. It wasn't a small act of resistance; I could clearly feel that her kissing technique was much more skillful than my wife's.
I greedily lingered on her lips, letting the mingled saliva flow freely. Not wanting to disappoint my wife, I kept my arm around her, roaming over her body until I slipped between her thighs from behind. There, she was already overflowing with moisture. I gently cupped her lips, carefully kneading them. As my index finger kneaded, my middle finger slid into her wetness, moving in and out gently. I could feel my penis slowly hardening.
Soon, my wife couldn't stand my fingers anymore. She pushed my hand away, grasped my penis, and tried to sit on it. When she realized it wasn't hard enough, she complained angrily, "You really are..."
and began to slide down. Before I could react, I felt my glans being taken into her warm, moist mouth. I looked up, almost bursting into tears of excitement. My wife had never taken such initiative before.
I almost forgot about my intimacy with Ping, my head tilted back, mesmerized as my wife slowly took my glans and penis into her mouth. Unlike the previous tentative embraces, this time she completely let go, allowing her mouth to freely touch my penis. Though a little clumsy, she was deeply absorbed in her caresses between my legs. I excitedly raised my head, then couldn't help but look down again.
My penis throbbed joyfully in my wife's mouth, her soft, moist lips occasionally circling my glans. I was so excited I wanted to scream, completely ignoring Ping beside me.
"Is it good?"
Seeing my erection, my wife looked up.
"Yes! I'm almost dying of pleasure, don't stop."
I panted heavily, wanting to shove my wife's head down.
My wife smiled and buried her head back down. I finally screamed.
Enduring the rare stimulation, I roughly pulled Ping over, hastily tearing her long skirt off her body. Before I could even see the shape of her breasts, I took one into my mouth, my left hand circling her right areola, while my right hand reached between Ping's legs. Good heavens, she was even wetter than my wife! At this moment, I forgot all about tenderness and recklessly inserted my fingers into her wet vagina. I could feel that her vagina was looser than my wife's, which made me less hesitant, and I started probing inside her vagina with my fingers.
By this time, my wife had released my fully erect penis, sat on me, and gently guided me with her hand, aligning herself slightly before sitting down. After two orgasms, my glans wasn't as stimulating as before, but the feeling of two women still made me passionate. My wife wriggled on top of me, while I explored Ping's body. In an instant, the room was filled with moans and splashes of vaginal fluid.
I sat up abruptly, pushed my wife down onto the bed, and thrust into her with a vengeance. At the same time, I roughly pulled Ping over, licking Ping's nipples while still penetrating my wife. However, this was quite difficult; no one could be fully focused on both. I had to release Ping and concentrate my attack on my wife beneath me. Of course, I didn't neglect Ping beside me, pulling her hand to my wife's breast. It was
the first time my best friend had touched my breasts while we were making love, and my wife let out a few dazed moans. The unusual smoothness made me sink into a muddy mess. If I wasn't careful, my penis would slip out of the water. At this moment, my wife would proactively and quickly clamp her legs around my waist and push forward. There was no need to worry about going to the wrong place; the lubricating fluid guided my penis so accurately that I didn't even need to aim, allowing it to re-enter the battlefield with perfect precision.
In the dim light, a naked couple, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, were entangled together. Their heavy breathing, the rhythmic splashing of water, and the fluctuating moans, along with sweat and semen, created a decadent atmosphere in the room, almost like an aphrodisiac, causing Ping to loosen up. She actively caressed my wife's breasts, one hand reaching above our joined bodies, rubbing my wife's clitoris with her fingers, just like in adult films. My
wife
suddenly let out an uncontrollable scream, her body trembling involuntarily; she had reached orgasm so quickly for the first time. Having already ejaculated twice, my penis was still erect and soaking inside her warm vagina.
"I need to rest,"
my wife said weakly, slumped on the bed. Ping continued her assault on her breasts.
"Stop, don't do it, it's so cheesy,"
my wife, still sensitive after her orgasm, tried to escape Ping's harassment. But Ping, as if retaliating, wouldn't let her go. Soon, my wife, panting and exhausted, could no longer struggle. She cupped Ping's head in her hands, trying to push her away. Taking advantage of their playful antics, I moved behind Ping, who was kneeling beside my wife. As I
was licking my wife's breasts, Ping suddenly let out a muffled groan, released my wife's nipple, frowned slightly, and closed her eyes. A short while later, irregular moans began to emanate from her mouth, and she quickly collapsed onto my wife, enduring my next assault.
To be honest, after only two rounds, I was really exhausted. However, the experience of being with two women for the first time filled me with intense excitement. Sweat streamed down my body, some dripping onto Ping's raised buttocks, some soaking the sheets. My wife quietly got up, found a towel, and tenderly wiped the sweat from my back. Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't help but pull my wife to my side and kiss her passionately.
Ping's moans were different from my wife's suppressed ones; they were intermittent, yet more feminine and alluring. I grabbed her thighs and thrust in and out forcefully, pausing for a few seconds after each rapid thrust before continuing the rapid movement. From my angle, my penis appeared unusually thick, as if fully open, with wisps of white foam swirling around it, splashing everywhere with each stroke.
Ping moaned loudly, her buttocks arching upwards with all her might to meet my thrusts, her dark anus opening wide, revealing the dark hole in the middle.
I had observed my wife's anus during repositioning; it felt very pink and tight, the flesh squeezed together, unlike Ping's, which clearly showed a hole. Had her anus been opened before? My heart stirred, and taking advantage of the occasional twitch of my penis, I deliberately let a wisp of white foam slide across Ping's anus. Sure enough, Ping reacted more violently, even arching her body slightly backward.
During the thrusting, I applied some lubricant to my fingers again, seemingly casually touching Ping's anus. She didn't resist. This excited me immensely. I had never tried masturbation before, only seen it in porn. Should I try it? I was a little worried that my wife might feel uncomfortable. Scenes from porn flashed through my mind, and I had a sudden idea.
After having sex with Ping for a while, I gestured for my wife to lie down next to her.
My wife looked at me with some doubt. I gestured for her to lie down next to Ping, then pulled out my erect penis. Their two white, plump buttocks were high side by side, allowing me to clearly see the cleft between their legs. To be honest, my wife's cleft was much pinker and more alluring, unlike Ping's, which was a large, dark patch. But today I was going to experience another first in my life, so of course I had to take care of her more. At this moment, I needed to make both women relax.
I thrust into my wife without any tenderness, making her moan and whimper. Then I pulled out and continued with Ping, switching back and forth, thoroughly enjoying myself. While with one woman, I would use my fingers to soothe the other. This inhuman stimulation made the two women beneath me increasingly aroused. My wife's vaginal fluid, seemingly as white as egg white, flowed down her thighs, while Ping's had already dripped directly onto the sheets. My hands were incredibly slippery. Both my wife and Ping were limp, burying their heads in the sheets and moaning. I knew my chance had come.
Actually, every time I had sex with my wife, I didn't just stimulate Ping's vagina; several times I also squeezed my fingers into Ping's anus, taking the opportunity to smear a large amount of vaginal fluid. Ping seemed to accept this stimulation. She hadn't expected that something else would enter her this time. Of course, at first, I really went in through the front door. After we "accidentally" jumped out, I aimed my penis at Ping's back door. It was already wet there. After so much going in and out, my entire penis felt like it had been soaked in lubricant, so there was no need to worry about it drying out.
Ping was anticipating my next attack when she suddenly felt a weapon, like a weapon, pressed against her back door.
"Wrong!"
she cried, trying to correct me because I was too hasty, but the throbbing pain in her anus made her realize something was wrong. "Not there!"
she cried, desperately trying to pull away. But it was impossible; I was already at the ready. With a thrust, my entire penis was already inside her narrow passage.
Ping screamed and crawled forward, trying to avoid me. As my penis entered her anus, I didn't feel any dryness, knowing there wouldn't be any problems. Seeing her try to escape, I wasn't about to let her go. I pounced on her, knocking her down, and then my entire penis was inside her anus.
Ping screamed in pain, "No, not there! Pull it out! It hurts!"
After a while of sliding around, the tight, enveloping feeling gave me extreme pleasure; I almost ejaculated. After silently enjoying it for a moment, I slowly began to move.
"It hurts, no, ah, slower, slower, it hurts."
Ping was somewhat incoherent, her tone shifting from "no" to "please slow down," and I knew I had judged correctly.
A while later, after I didn't come again, I heard Ping's screams. My wife, curious, got up and witnessed the most shocking scene of her life: her husband's incredibly thick penis was almost entirely inserted into her best friend's anus. She gaped in astonishment; for her, who still could only accept traditional sexual contact, it was simply unimaginable. I smiled mischievously at her, and my lower body began to slowly move, not quickly, but with large movements, almost completely withdrawing and then completely thrusting in, squeezing in the surrounding vaginal fluid. Gradually, Ping began to adapt, and my speed increased.
My wife looked at us in disbelief, her expression still stunned. I carefully stood up slightly, keeping my penis inside Ping's anus, and half-squatted above her buttocks for easier anal penetration, while simultaneously taking my wife's hand and placing her palm on Ping's smooth vulva. My wife, as if just confirming the truth, was almost startled and quickly pulled her hand away. I knew she couldn't accept it all at once, so I didn't force her and focused on attacking Ping.
I began to thrust. With each slow, then rapid, gentle, and gradually powerful thrust of my penis, Ping's body trembled, and her mind began to blur; she felt the huge rod thrusting into her anus, so deep, so very deep, almost piercing through her entire body, as if it were about to burst out of her throat and mouth; and when it was withdrawing from her intestines, it felt as if it were pulling her very soul out! Ping fell into a state of ecstasy, unconsciousness, and intoxication. When my fingers moved around to her genitals, rubbing and caressing her breasts and nipples, her lust was aroused to a new climax, burning like a raging fire.
Ping screamed like a madwoman. A molten fluid flowed from some unknown opening in her private parts, some trickling down her inner thighs… Ping couldn't care less about anything else, forgetting her best friend beside her, forgetting that the person frantically thrusting into her anus behind her was her best friend's husband. Sensory stimulation ignited a shock to the soul; and from this obsessive love, endless lust was stirred. Body, spirit, emotion, desire… yours, mine, all intertwined, vibrating together; no longer could one distinguish who was who, what was what! The only existence was endless greed, insatiable thirst.
In this madness, I also let out a beastly roar, no longer caring about Ping's desperate thrusts.
I felt as if my entire penis was about to explode, a surge of energy rising from my anus to the top of my head. My movements became larger and more pleasurable, and Ping screamed and howled in ecstasy, her buttocks thrusting back with all her might to welcome my deeper penetration. Faster and faster, harder and louder... Finally, amidst tearing screams, we reached climax together, my third ejaculation completely penetrating the deepest part of Ping's anus.

Chapter 7
: Contrary to some netizens' wishes, after that absurd 3P, Ping didn't become the fourth member of our family. Instead, there was a bit of awkwardness among us. I secretly called Ping a few times, trying to ask her out alone, but she only came twice. Once, we had a normal, uneventful meal together. The second time, after I forced myself on her, she gave me oral sex in a private room at a Western restaurant. That was the first time I ejaculated in a woman's mouth, a memory that lingered for a long time. However, it was impossible to get the three of us together again. It seemed like my relationship
with my wife had returned to square one. Of course, in bed, my wife was much more open, occasionally trying the 69 position she had never tried before. Of course, the frequency was still limited. I noticed that she always resisted it when she was relatively sober, unless she was so aroused that she was completely confused.
Soon after, due to work reasons, I was transferred to a county-level city. My wife was somewhat reluctant to let me go, but also very happy. After all, I was only in my early thirties and could be able to take charge independently, which would be very beneficial for my future development. Although, due to the nature of my work, my department was not under the jurisdiction of the local government, it still needed government support in some aspects of the budget. Therefore, my work became much busier than before, especially dealing with the drinking sessions with government officials, which left me exhausted. I often only came home once a week, and even then, I was drunk. My wife complained, especially after our few sexual encounters each month were often unsuccessful. Her resentment grew even stronger, but I was helpless. Ironically, one time when I came home drunk, my wife, unusually, gave me oral sex, but I fell asleep halfway through.
Despite this, my wife still believed that I wasn't having an affair, and I truly wasn't. Feeling guilty towards my wife, I tentatively asked her if she wanted to invite Yao over again, but she inexplicably scoffed. This left me somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do. I could only intensify my work and try to get the unit back on track as soon as possible.
During that time, I asked about Ping's situation. According to my wife, Ping and her boyfriend got back together, which made me feel a little disappointed and confused. I couldn't understand why she would get back together after hurting her so much. My wife explained that everything had been clarified. Back then, her boyfriend's family wanted him to reconcile with his ex-wife and didn't agree to him being with Ping. The family pressure was too great, so he was forced to break up with her. After all this time, he still couldn't forget Ping. I said somewhat sourly, "What kind of situation is this? He breaks up with her just like that; he gets back together with her just like that. It's just too much."
My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "What can we do? Ping is so old. What she needs is a family. Can you provide that? Don't think I don't know what dirty thoughts you have."
"No way,"
I said awkwardly, "At least be a little more reserved. Getting back together just like that."
"She's just good at making him reluctant to let go,"
my wife blurted out.
"What's so good about him?"
I didn't understand.
"Nothing."
Seeing that my wife didn't continue, I didn't press her further. At the time, I was only feeling down about completely ending my relationship with Ping, completely oblivious to the blush and awkwardness on my wife's face when she said those last words. It wasn't until much later that I regretted not noticing sooner.
After being unusually busy for half a year, things at work finally started to get back on track, and I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to plan our life together from now on. My wife had said that although Yao was the first, he was just a passerby in her life, and she wouldn't go back to him. I'm thinking that after a year, perhaps I should start planning my next activity. These past six months of hedonistic living have left me feeling stifled for a long time.
That day, a brother came to visit me in the county. Naturally, I happily invited him for drinks. After we'd drunk most of a bottle of baijiu, he seemed hesitant to speak several times. Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "Brother, is there something you want to tell me? You're always so hesitant."
Seeing my question, he gritted his teeth and said, "
Brother, don't blame me for being nosy. Does your wife have a classmate who works at the People's Bank?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
I knew he was referring to Ping.
"Are they getting very close?"
"Yeah."
"Aren't they getting a little too close?"
I could tell he was still a bit hesitant.
"Pshaw, kid, I thought it was something serious. They've been together for almost twenty years, what's so strange about them getting close? They're both women, what problems could they possibly have?"
I said with a laugh.
"No. You know, I was negotiating a business deal with a company the other day, and we always met at the Blues Bar across from the pedestrian overpass. I saw your wife come out of the overpass very late several times, once it was almost 2 a.m." "
That late?"
I asked, a little surprised.
“Yeah, and,” my brother gritted his teeth, “sometimes the person who escorts my wife out is a man in his forties, and their expressions seem quite…”
He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “quite intimate.”
My heart skipped a beat: “No way, are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“I might mistake other people, but how could I mistake my wife?”
He was a bit reckless. “Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but the night before last, around midnight, after I finished talking to a client, I was on my way home when I passed by the Xiangye Micheng KTV and saw that man and my wife coming out together. The man was even hugging my wife and chatting and laughing.”
My head buzzed, I was completely stunned.
“Impossible, this can’t be.”
I couldn’t imagine my wife cheating. It was a very strange logic. I always thought that if she shared my wife with another man while I was present, it was just a game; but if it happened without my knowledge, it was cheating, which I couldn’t accept. Could it be that my wife had started cheating so quickly? My heart ached, I felt a surge of anger, and I wanted to rush back immediately.
"But I might have been a little drunk. I saw my sister-in-law's classmate behind us, and they were all walking unsteadily. We were far away, so I couldn't see clearly."
I don't remember how I finished the drinking session. I was also confused about how I got back to my room, my mind filled with questions. Was what my friend said true, or just an illusion? Did my wife and I catch Ping having a threesome, and now Ping is retaliating? Or is it that the disharmony of the past year has left my wife sexually unsatisfied? Thinking about this, I felt a little indignant. I remember Ping's deputy director was four or five years older than me. Could someone in their forties be more capable than me? That would be absurd. Besides, although we weren't sexually compatible, my wife still called me almost every day. After thinking for a long time, the complete trust between my wife and me made me more inclined to believe that what my friend saw was just an illusion.
However, I still had some doubts. I wanted to go home, both to surprise my wife and to have a chat with her. After all, I'd been living a more regular life lately, and with less drinking and increased exercise, my condition was gradually improving. I also wanted to rekindle the long-lost passion.
So, right after lunch on Thursday, I broke my usual routine of returning home after work on Friday afternoons and asked my driver to take me home early for the first time.
The two-hour drive wasn't far. I bought some groceries at the supermarket next to our apartment complex and decided to go home first to cook a nice dinner to treat my wife and daughter.
Excitedly stepping out of the elevator, I opened the door and froze: my wife was home! Her high heels were by the door, and next to them was a pair of men's shoes. The problem was, they weren't in the living room.
My heart suddenly pounded wildly, as if it were about to jump out of my chest. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I took several deep breaths to calm myself down, gently placed the groceries outside the door, and then very carefully closed the door. My apartment is on the 23rd floor, a 260-square-meter duplex. Our bedroom is upstairs. Because it's not a typical split-level apartment, but rather a duplex formed by combining two floors, and the stairs are at the far end of the building, it's almost impossible to hear anything happening downstairs.
I carefully took off my shoes, without even wearing slippers, and cautiously made my way to the stairs. Just as I reached the top, a faint groan coming from upstairs sent a chill down my spine. At that moment, I understood that my friend's words had been completely proven true. Completely
exhausted, I plopped down on the stairs. The barely audible groaning felt like a giant green hat pressing down on my head, making it hard to breathe. I felt a surge of anger filling my head, giving me the urge to rush into the kitchen, grab a cleaver, and attack. But then, those absurd scenes from the past flashed through my mind, and I painfully realized that it was my own morbid absurdity that had unleashed the demons within my wife. What right did I have to blame her?
I buried my head in my arms, struggling painfully between going upstairs and sneaking away.
After a long while, the commotion upstairs continued. I decided to sneak up; at least I needed to see who had truly conquered my wife.
Because there were many rooms, during the renovation, we combined two upstairs rooms into one, separating the bedroom area from the relaxation area with an antique-style partition. There were two doors leading to the master bedroom from the relaxation area and the bedroom area respectively. At this moment, neither door was closed. I quietly entered from the relaxation area. A wall of solid calligraphy and paintings blocked my view. Through the partition displaying various antique-style vases, I could clearly see the bedroom. Unless the person in bed came into the relaxation area, they wouldn't see me.
The scene on the large bed in the bedroom broke my heart.
My wife, completely naked, sat with her back to me. Her white, bare back slid down in two beautiful arcs. Her waist wasn't particularly slender, but supported by her full, peach-like buttocks, it outlined a seductive curve. Her entire body exuded the alluring charm of a mature woman. The peach-shaped buttocks I had once been most fascinated by were now sitting between the man's hairy legs, opening and closing, her upper body remaining still as she moved—so proactive, so skilled. From my angle, I could clearly see a long, thick, jet-black penis sometimes exposed, sometimes enveloped by her buttocks as they moved. The unprotected penis glistened with what I couldn't tell was either her vaginal fluid or the man's semen. With each opening and closing, the sticky strands conspicuously connected her buttocks and the man's testicles.
My wife moaned as she moved, but I could tell she was deliberately suppressing her urges.
Seemingly echoing my thoughts, the man's deep voice, as his hands roamed over his wife's chest, rang out: "Scream if you want to, don't hold back."
His wife ignored him, continuing to grind her buttocks between his legs. Seeing that she didn't seem to listen, the man, who hadn't moved, suddenly thrust his legs upwards forcefully. His wife let out a soft "Ah!" and lost her balance, quickly grabbing his raised knees.
The man began to thrust upwards with increasing force; it was hard to imagine that he could still thrust so powerfully while his wife was on top of him. His wife nearly fell off him several times, only able to lean weakly against his legs, enduring his thrusts. At the same time, she tried her best to push her lower body forward and downward so that the man could penetrate deeper, and she began to moan uncontrollably.
"Scream, scream! I like to hear your moans,"
the man's deep voice tempted his increasingly dazed wife.
Enduring the man's powerful thrusts, his wife shook her head, biting her fist, refusing to let go.
"I'll teach you to scream!"
The man snapped, pulling his wife into his arms and making her half-lie on top of him, kneeling slightly to make it easier for him to thrust. He held her bare back, his lower body moving in and out of her rapidly, as if injected with adrenaline. His wife's faint moans began to escape her throat, growing rapid and irregular.
I stood there, mesmerized, behind the partition, watching this scene unfold. A few years ago, I thought this would be the greatest thrill of my life, but when my wife actually betrayed me, the pain almost drove me to the brink of collapse. I wanted to escape, but my legs felt like lead, unable to move an inch. What humiliated me even more was that as the darkness inside my wife's body was irregularly stained white, I had a morbid reaction. The low moans she was still trying to suppress, the gurgling sounds of water, echoed in my ears. I watched my cheating wife in agony, yet strangely, I found myself erect.
My wife's suppressed moans, amidst the pounding of their bodies, sounded so eerily contagious, fueling my desire to conquer. The man greedily took from his wife, then suddenly, he abruptly rolled her over, pinning her beneath him. Almost without pause, he thrust into her again, causing her to let out a long cry, her head thrown back. He then placed a pillow under her.
"Look at me,"
the man said, panting, one hand supporting his wife's head, his voice authoritative. "Watch how my cock fucks your cunt."
His voice was like a released spell, causing his wife to open her eyes. I was startled and quickly shrank back. But clearly, his wife wasn't paying attention, or perhaps she couldn't. She slightly raised her head, biting her lower lip, watching the other man's sticky penis entering and exiting her legs, feeling the powerful thrusts. The occasional sharp impacts made her tilt her head back, her mouth wide as if to scream, then silently falling back down, a low, helpless moan escaping her throat.
"So good! Every time I fuck you, it feels so good! Your cunt is so much tighter than Ping's, it's going to kill me,"
the man said roughly, trying to destroy his wife's last resistance with words.
His wife endured the throbbing in her lower body, shaking her head, unwilling to let go.
"Aren't you satisfied?"
The man's dark, strong, and rhythmic thrusts rose and fell. "Didn't you say it's much bigger than your husband's? Aren't you better than your husband? Ping said he did it three times during your threesome, I usually only do it once, but this time I'm going to fuck you both off."
The rude language elicited a strange response from his wife. She placed her hands on the man's chest, as if trying to push him away, but her legs were spread wide to accommodate his thrusts. No one was holding her; the man's hands were on her waist. With each powerful thrust, her legs swayed rhythmically.
"Weren't you satisfied with the three of us that time? I remember you even squirted. Ping said you couldn't do it, but nothing is impossible under my control."
The man said smugly, "You enjoyed it that time, didn't you? Was it your first time squirting?"
I was stunned. Squirting? My wife had actually squirted! This had never happened between us before, not even with Yao! This astonishment somewhat overshadowed my bitterness; I even felt a desire to know how the man made his wife squirt.
Stimulated by the man's words and his genitals, the wife's eyes, half-open and half-closed, began to glaze over. Her hands, which had been pushing against her, now gripped the man's arms, and her legs closed, actively intertwining with his genitals. She let out muffled moans, but stubbornly remained silent.
"Woman, I will conquer you,"
the man said with a wicked laugh in her ear, then suddenly withdrew from her body.
"Ah!"
The emptiness inside her made her cry out in unbearable agony. She opened her eyes, panting, and looked at the man with a wicked grin. He didn't enter her again, but patted her, signaling her to change positions. The wife silently got up, kneeling on the bed with perfect timing, her buttocks facing the man. She subtly pushed her buttocks back, rubbing them against his erect penis. Without guidance, it was lubricated and entered her, but only halfway in before the man pulled out again: "Impatient? Want it?"
the man said smugly.
The wife gave a barely audible "hmm," but received no response from the man. Instead, he took a few steps back, got off the bed, grabbed his wife's thighs, and pulled her to kneel on the edge of the bed. His wife's muddy, disheveled genitals were exposed naked to the air. The man half-squatted down, facing his wife's exposed genitals: "So beautiful, I can never get enough of looking at you."
He reached between his wife's clamped legs; stimulated, her thin clitoris was fully open like a blooming bud, a drop of lustful nectar hanging from it, slowly, slowly dripping, but caught by his fingers: "I love seeing you so wanton, especially when you're wet."
He teased her clitoris with his fingers, causing his wife to sway her hips in discomfort, but she didn't pull away.
"So beautiful,"
the man exclaimed, his fingers lightly tapping his wife's genitals as he leaned closer.
"Ah, you just went in!"
his wife suddenly cried out, her whole body trembling.
I was astonished to see that the man was actually kissing his wife's vulva at that moment. Was this even allowed? My wife's response answered my question.
The man's nimble tongue swept back and forth across my wife's parted clitoris, his fingers gently rubbing her already stimulated clitoris. My wife's lower body quickly became wet, even making gurgling sounds from the mere stimulation of his fingers. His fingers, soaked in her vaginal fluid, would occasionally slide down to my wife's anus, lingering there for a moment. Her beautiful, dark red anus, like a chrysanthemum, would contract slightly from the stimulation, but would gradually open again under the manipulation of his fingers. The man's slippery fingers disappeared slowly and steadily into my wife's anus right before my eyes. His thumb was still pressing on my wife's clitoris.
"Damn it, how come this finger is as long as his penis?"
I cursed inwardly, but remained silent in the face of this unprecedented novelty.
"Ah!"
After the man's fingers began to slowly probe inside her anus, unable to withstand the stimulation from both front and back, my wife finally cried out... I've
been quite busy these past few days, so the next episode may have to wait a while. Some may find the content of this chapter unacceptable, but it's an inevitable part of the "blossoming wife" process. The following content will be even more stimulating. Of course, although the wife has cheated, she hasn't lost herself; her true love will still be me.

Chapter 8:
"Feels good, doesn't it?" The man said to his wife in an incredibly lewd voice as he moved his two fingers in and out of her two holes.
The wife moaned, her lower body arching upwards in discomfort, then involuntarily falling back down. Her legs tightly gripped the man's hands, rubbing them against him, trying to get his fingers deeper, to reach deeper into her vaginal walls. The wife was somewhat lost in the movement of the man's fingers. Although she couldn't see, the gurgling sounds of her fluids revealed that she was eager for more.
Sensing his wife's lasciviousness, the man leered and inserted his middle and ring fingers into her vagina. After a few slow thrusts, he began to accelerate, as if his fingers were forcefully prying inside her vagina, getting faster and faster, more and more forceful. The force made me worry that he might injure her vagina, but her increasingly loud moans and the increasingly obvious sounds of wetness made me realize that my worries were unnecessary.
"Ah, I'm going to die, be gentle, ah, so good, you... don't..."
His wife lay half-reclined on the bed, initially barely able to support herself with her elbows, but later, under the man's tireless and rapid thrusting of his fingers, she almost collapsed onto the bed.
"Ah—"
With her final, uncontrollable scream, a stream of clear liquid gushed out from between her legs like urine, soaking a large area of the sheets and splashing onto the floor, even getting some on the man's head.
I stared in disbelief at the scene: my wife had actually squirted under the man's fingers! I never knew my wife, who had always been conservative in lovemaking, could squirt, and so thoroughly at that. My heart ached, and I realized how much I didn't know about her.
After her squirt, my wife lay limp on the bed, letting the man move her closer to the center.
"Baby, you're such a beauty, I can't get enough of you. You must have enjoyed it, right? Is it only me who can make you feel this good? Your husband probably isn't this good, is he? He can't satisfy you, can he? Look how tender your clitoris is, he doesn't take care of it enough, he doesn't play with it often enough, you're really lucky for me."
As he spoke, the man skillfully inserted his erect penis into my wife's still-spurting vagina.
My wife arched her back, trying to make more contact with him, letting out helpless yet excited moans, her legs wrapping around his waist, rhythmically and forcefully responding to his thrusts.
With a heavy heart, I discovered that my wife's rhythm during sex was so perfectly in sync, so skillful, so perfectly coordinated, that she quickly began to feel that uncontrollable pleasure again. Her arms had somehow wrapped around his neck, her soft tongue intertwined with his. When he occasionally withdrew from her mouth, she would eagerly and proactively reach into his mouth, letting him take it in, sucking and licking, sometimes even taking his tongue into her mouth herself, or teasing him with the tip of her tongue, emitting excited and lascivious moans.
My wife's initiative excited him even more; the force and speed of his thrusts gradually increased. His dark, thick member moved rapidly in and out of my wife's vagina, continuously drawing out a stream of cloudy white fluid, splashing everywhere. Between my wife's legs, the fluid was so cloudy that her original skin color was no longer visible. The lewd fluid flowed from my wife's vulva, past her anus, and onto the sheets. The area around her slightly open anus, swollen with excitement, was also a mess.
After a sudden, violent thrust that nearly made his wife faint, the man whispered something in her ear, and she quickly shook her head. The man then viciously thrust again, and his wife moaned softly. He said something again, and she still shook her head, but not as resolutely as before.
The man seemed angry and retaliated with another violent thrust, this time longer, harder, and faster, until his wife was almost limp, moaning with a sob. She reached another climax, clinging tightly to him, her legs desperately wrapped around his waist, her lower body straining upwards, trying to push his penis all the way in. After a few seconds, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
The man still hadn't ejaculated; he was a beast. He slowly withdrew his still-erect weapon, and even the slow movement made his wife, still immersed in her orgasm, shudder. The man grinned wickedly, slowly withdrawing before thrusting in again. After several thrusts, his wife, whose genitals were unusually sensitive, began to gently push him away, wanting to rest. But the man didn't let her go. Instead, he held his penis, rubbing the glans around her vulva, letting her vaginal fluid coat it, before pushing it in again. This caused his wife to shudder, and he withdrew, then lingered around her vulva, inadvertently using the glans to push the gushing vaginal fluid down her genitals. Large clumps of fluid gathered at her anus, and occasionally, the large glans would "accidentally" slip against her anus due to the lubrication. When she tensed up and arched her back, the man would naturally move away. His
wife lay on the bed, somewhat dazed. The man's slow thrusts gradually relaxed her. Although she could feel the fluid flowing down her anus, and the man would occasionally "accidentally" touch it, he always moved away on his own, and she was too lazy to move anymore. Just then, the man grinned wickedly, straightened his penis, and after rubbing the glans between his wife's legs once more, it "accidentally" slipped down again. This time, instead of moving aside, he used the lubrication of the mucus to force the glans into his wife's anus.
"Ah, no, wrong!"
his wife screamed in fright, arching her body, but the man pushed her back down violently.
"Just bear with it, it'll be over soon, you'll feel amazing."
The man said, firmly and forcefully pushing his penis into his wife's anus.
"No, not there, it hurts! No!"
His wife tried to break free from the man's penis, but the pain of the torn anus prevented her from struggling violently. "Not there, please, I'll do anything you want, I'll give you my mouth, ah—"
Her words were cut off by a long scream.
I stood behind the shelf, my whole body cold as I watched the man's thick penis gradually disappear into his wife's anus amidst her powerless struggles.
Tears streamed down my wife's face. She lay there silently, as if her soul had vanished, offering no further struggle. The man's penis paused for a few seconds inside her anus before beginning to move.
"Tight, fucking tight, just like a virgin,"
the man leered as he slowly moved in and out of her anus. "
Of course, you're a virgin here, just deflowered."
Seeing his wife's distraught state, the man laughed and said, "Don't fucking act like a virgin, Yang Zi. It's not like you're a virgin."
The man's words struck me like a thunderbolt, almost obliterating my soul: My wife wasn't a virgin? My beloved wife...
My legs gave way, my mind went blank, and I slowly collapsed to the ground, the man's taunts and the maddening sounds of his thrusting still echoing in my ears.
“The first time I fucked you, you were as slutty as a whore, tsk tsk. I really couldn’t tell you had just had your anus broken, you were still so excited even though you were bleeding. What are you pretending to be a virgin for now? Aren’t you enjoying it? You’ll be wiggling your ass in a bit.”
The man held his wife’s legs, watching his penis go in and out of her still pink anus. “So good, so comfortable.”
Seeing that his wife was still crying, the man sneered, took a vibrating egg from the side, turned it to the highest setting, and rolled it back and forth on his wife’s clitoris. Soon it rolled into his wife’s front door through her still muddy vulva. The man laughed and used his fingers to close his wife’s vulva, letting her vulva cover the vibrating egg, and began to slowly thrust his penis into his wife’s anus. Soon, his wife’s tears stopped, and she grabbed the bed sheet with both hands in discomfort, pulling it high, and letting out a soft but strange moan.
Seeing that his wife's anus was beginning to adjust to his large penis, the man began to speed up. Perhaps because his wife's anus was too tight, or perhaps because he had already been going at it for so long, the man didn't linger for long before letting out a muffled groan and ejaculating completely into his wife's anus. As the man withdrew, a large gush of cloudy white semen gushed out of his wife's anus...
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"Another bottle!"
I've lost count of how many bottles of beer this is. I'm not a natural drinker, and at this moment I tried to numb myself with alcohol, but I found that the more I drank, the clearer the scene of my wife naked on the bed entangled with someone became. The penis disappearing into my wife's anus was as clear as if it were right in front of me, and I could even see the veins bulging with excitement.
I didn't call any other friends because I was afraid I would confide in them out of despair. Just as the man finished ejaculating and got up to turn around, I recognized the man. It was Ping's ex-boyfriend. I don't know how he got involved with my wife, but I'm definitely not the kind of man who would hide in a corner and cry out of despair. He was a deputy section chief, a higher rank than me. But frankly, in that government department where there were more deputy section chiefs than virgins, a deputy section chief without real power was nothing. I naturally had ways to get rid of him, but first, I needed to find out exactly what was going on. After drinking six bottles of beer, I found myself calming down, and a vengeful impulse filled me with fighting spirit again.
I called my wife and told her I had to work overtime this weekend and couldn't come home. Her slightly coquettish complaint almost made me think what I'd witnessed during the day was just my imagination. Then, online, I found a private investigator. I didn't meet him in person; I only asked him to investigate everything about Ping and her ex-boyfriend via QQ.
Perhaps investigating other cases is a complete amateurish job, but investigating one or two people, the private investigator was surprisingly efficient. In less than two days, a thick stack of documents was on my desk.
To be honest, this chapter's update is a bit forced. I don't yet have a systematic idea of how the story will develop. Please take this as a transition; it's a bit heavy-handed, and some readers might not be able to handle it. But please rest assured, "I" won't just passively accept this; I will definitely get my money back with interest.

Chapter 9:
I never imagined that the first time I saw my wife orgasm, the first time I saw my wife masturbate, would be while discovering her infidelity. Men in this circle are sometimes strange creatures. Deep down, they believe that when they're present, watching their wives have sex with other men is romantic, exciting; but when it happens behind their backs, it's infidelity, and they feel like the sky is falling.
After that spying incident, I stayed in the county for two weeks, not going home. Each time I tried to remain calm during a phone call with my wife, my mind went blank after hanging up. I didn't know how to face her. I firmly believed she still loved me; I could feel it from her unintentional concern on the phone, and from the way she tried to control herself during the sex I witnessed. I wanted to find out why my wife was cheating. Several times I considered gathering some of my buddies and storming into Ping's ex-boyfriend's house, but I restrained myself. I knew that if this got out, it wouldn't just ruin him. After repeatedly analyzing the information from the private investigator, I discovered that two months before I went to work in the county, Ping had rekindled her relationship with that man. But just a week before I left, Ping secretly slept with me without my wife's knowledge. Could there be a connection between these events? I needed to talk to Ping, and before that, I decided to go home, hoping to find some clues.
It was another weekend. I quickly finished lunch at the cafeteria and asked the driver to take me home.
Two weeks had passed since I'd been back, and I felt like I'd been in another world. That debauched afternoon, those lewd moans, seemed to still be haunting me. I shook my head hard to clear my head. The house was still impeccably clean, thanks to my diligent wife. Our bedroom was spotless, not a speck of dust in sight. The spotless trash cans in the room and bathroom offered no evidence of her recent infidelity, making it almost seem like the past was an illusion, a dream.
I sat in the bedroom for a while, lost in thought, seemingly certain I wouldn't find anything. Just as I was about to get up and leave, I saw the computer by the bed. Could I find something here? My heart pounded violently. I had a premonition that I would find something.
I turned on the computer, my heart pounding so hard it seemed the clicking of the computer starting up was drowned out by my own heartbeat. The computer booted up in less than a minute, but it felt like an eternity to me. As a former gaming enthusiast, I've almost never owned a brand-name computer; I've assembled them all myself, and I handle most simple repairs myself—it's practically a hobby.
My hands trembled slightly as I opened my wife's QQ account, entered the password, but it said it was wrong. My heart sank.
My wife and I share our QQ accounts; we both know the passwords. But now she'd changed it.
Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that this was incredibly easy for me, especially knowing she wasn't very good at cleaning up computers. I quickly retrieved the password from the backend. Finding the names of her recent chat contacts, I knew that "Mo Li" was Ping, and above Ping's name was a typical male name: "Fierce Madman." Strangely, the chat history with "Fierce Madman" was blank. This blankness, however, told me I'd found the right approach. My wife only knows basic computer operations like browsing the internet or using QQ; she doesn't write a lot of data. This made it easy for me to recover recently deleted items. I quickly downloaded several file recovery software programs. Half an hour later, the recently deleted files began to recover slowly. Among them, I found a video file of several hundred megabytes, showing that it had been received via QQ a month and a half ago and deleted shortly after.
I opened it.
"Mmm!"
A woman's moan came from the computer; it was my wife's voice. In the video, my wife lay naked on the bed, her arms crossed over her face, making her breasts appear unusually firm and round.
A man's hand caressed her breasts, grasping the base of her round breasts and gently squeezing the nipples upwards, occasionally flicking them lightly.
"What beautiful breasts,"
the man exclaimed; it was Ping's boyfriend's voice. He leaned down and took my wife's pink, firm nipple into his mouth, making a "slurping" sucking sound. My wife didn't struggle, but just swayed uncomfortably from side to side, her hands still covering her face.
"Come on, baby, film here, see how I fuck her,"
the man said to the camera after playing with my wife's nipples for a while.
The camera shook for a moment, the person filming took a few steps forward, and after a brief blur, it focused clearly again on the wife's genitals. A thick, frighteningly large weapon was positioned against her vulva, not yet inserted.
The man spread his legs, preventing his wife from closing them, then held her buttocks down with one hand to prevent her from moving, while the other hand reached down to caress her vulva. The wife twisted and turned in discomfort, but still didn't lower her hands from her face.
The camera clearly showed the man using his fingers to pry open his wife's smooth labia, revealing her luscious, moist vulva, and gently rubbing her clitoris between two fingers.
"Ah!"
My wife shivered violently, then released her hands, revealing a dazed, flushed face, and reached down to grab the man's hand.
The man chuckled, spreading his legs even wider, stretching his wife's vulva even further, revealing a small opening at the tightly closed vaginal opening. He extended a finger and slowly swept it around the entrance, occasionally inserting a small section inside, making his wife
moan incessantly , "Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
In the footage, his wife's skin was very white and smooth, her pubic hair not too thick, her mons pubis plump. Under the man's teasing finger, glistening love fluid had already flowed from the lower part of her labia. The man gently parted her labia, covering them with his entire left hand, his middle finger gently wriggling between her labia. His wife panted, moaned, and writhed, "Ah...um...ah..."
The man's hand was already covered in her love fluid. He lifted his hand, revealing a thin, transparent strand of fluid hanging from his two fingers. He grinned lewdly and displayed it to his wife: "Baby, look at this!"
His wife, flushed, looked at the lewdness on his fingertips, blushing and turning away, ignoring him.
The man proudly displayed his fingers on the camera again: "Young women are so captivating, even their juices are so plentiful and sticky."
His wife's vulva was fully open under his teasing. His wet fingers gently rubbed it, and his wife trembled, her breathing noticeably heavier, her clitoris becoming even more erect. Sensing his wife's unusual reaction, the man became even more excited, burying his head between her legs and swirling his tongue up and down between her labia, making a smacking sound with her juices. A moment later, his nimble tongue began to rotate and suck on her erect clitoris. The man then inserted his long tongue as far as he could into her vagina, swirling and scraping the vaginal walls with its tip. After only a short while, his wife suddenly clamped her arms around his head, arching her back, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes tightly closed, her small mouth open, and remained there, thrusting forward.
The man was held between her legs for several seconds, then suddenly she released him and let out a long sigh. He knew she had climaxed.
His lips, still wet with his wife's slippery love juice, climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply. His wife, already dazed, responded to his kisses, sucking and writhing. Her love juice mingled with their saliva. At the same time, the man's dark, glistening glans rubbed up and down her vulva, deliberately teasing her, not penetrating, but merely rubbing against her labia, occasionally touching her clitoris. His wife was getting impatient; though still silent, she gripped his slightly upturned buttocks, pressing them against her body, her lower body thrusting upwards in response.
"You want it?"
the man's deep voice whispered in her ear. She kept her eyes closed, not seeing the man's smug smile at the camera.
She remained silent, only panting softly as her legs wrapped slightly around his waist.
“How am I supposed to know if you want it or not if you don’t speak?”
The man pointed smugly down below. The camera panned over, revealing that his enormous glans was already halfway inside his wife’s vagina, but not quite deep enough. “Tell me, do you want it?”
The man’s voice, as if under a spell, tempted his wife.
His wife seemed to be resisting, refusing to speak.
The man grinned wickedly and suddenly thrust hard, his thick penis instantly penetrating his wife’s vagina, then abruptly withdrawing, stopping just outside the vulva.
His wife cried out in surprise, her body trembling several times.
“Tell me, do you want it or not?”
the man grinned wickedly.
“Fang’er, what are you still resisting for? Does it mean it’s not cheating if it doesn’t go in? Where hasn’t he touched you yet?”
It was Ping’s voice; she was indeed holding the camera.
With Ping’s encouragement, the man’s glans writhed on his wife’s clitoris. Finally, his wife couldn’t hold back any longer, panting, “Mmm…don’t do this, please, come in…ah…”
“What did you say? I can’t hear you?”
The man exaggeratedly put his ear towards his wife, pretending to listen intently.
"I want it, come in quickly, ah—"
The wife suddenly let out a long, trembling moan as the man's weapon was deeply inserted into her vagina.
The man began to thrust, from slow to fast, from light to heavy. Soon after he began thrusting, the wife's moans changed tone, and she arched her back to receive his penis. "
Ah..."
Her cries became somewhat sobbing, her body felt like it was floating on clouds, the pleasure rising in her vagina making her tremble all over.
"My darling, look at you, so slutty. What, hasn't a man fucked you in a long time? I've had a long time, how come you're almost at orgasm? Hmm, is it good? Darling!"
The man's lewd voice rang out in the video, mixed with the wife's changed moans.
"Darling, tell me, is it good? Say it, is it good?"
The man continued to instruct his wife.
Urged on by his seductive words, his wife finally blurted out, "Ah...so good!"
"Really? How good?"
"So good!"
"Haha! Are you a slutty woman?"
His wife was startled by his words: "No, I'm not."
She hesitated for a moment, then firmly said again, "No, I'm not. I'm not...ah...oh...no!"
The man's penis thrust in and out with an almost wicked intensity, making his wife lose control.
"You are, admit it! You were thinking about my cock when you came to me, weren't you? You slutty woman!"
The man laughed triumphantly, suddenly pulling out his penis and lying on the bed. "Come on, see if you're chaste or a slutty woman."
Although she wouldn't admit it, the sudden fullness of the withdrawal made his wife forget herself in a burning passion. She spread her legs, sat on the man's lap, the glans rubbed against her labia, and then slid in with a "glug," her entire penis enveloped by his warm vagina. Because she was on top, it felt very inclusive, and she began to move up and down.
The wife moved with great skill, unlike some women who simply moved up and down or rubbed back and forth. Instead, she placed her hands on the man's chest, using his penis as a fulcrum, rotating his lower abdomen left and right while thrusting her hips back and forth. She rubbed her clitoris with his pubic hair, her labia spread open, her genitals sticky and slick with semen. After rubbing and teasing for a while, she began to lift her body up and down dramatically, making the thrusting very intense.
Each time she lifted her body, it felt as if the entire penis was being pulled out of her body, leaving only the glans connected to her. Then she would suddenly sit down forcefully, the intense impact giving her immense pleasure, making her involuntarily moan, "Mmm, ah!"
Her hands gripped the man's chest tightly, her hips rising and falling, slamming forcefully against his thighs.
The man lay flat on the bed, and the camera moved to the head of the bed, shooting from above his head. The camera showed the dark pubic hair where their bodies were joined, a glistening strand of semen on the surface, repeatedly thrusting in and out. The dark labia were fully open, squeezed tightly against the penis. The man arched his back, helping her penetrate as deeply as possible, his hands reaching forward to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. The two engaged in the most primal acts with frenzy. The wife sensed the man was close to climax and moved even more vigorously up and down, the man moaning with pleasure. The camera then panned to the man's hands, and Ping appeared in the frame, licking the man's nipples.
"Fuck, fucking awesome!"
the man exclaimed. "I'm coming, oh!"
Stimulated by the two women, the man quickly lost control. He grabbed Ping's hair: "Go!"
Ping understood and moved to their point of contact. Just as the man was about to ejaculate, she grabbed his penis, which had accidentally slipped out of his body. As soon as she put the glans in her mouth, a gush of hot fluid gushed out violently, spraying into her mouth. The semen she hadn't swallowed flowed down her chin. Looking at her lewd expression through the camera, I almost thought she was a seasoned prostitute. She held him for a while, helping the man recover from the spasms and discomfort after ejaculation. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked up the semen remaining on his lower abdomen and pubic hair, swallowing it. Then she licked up his lower abdomen, her warm body pressing against him. She climbed on top of him, kissing his earlobe, her hand gently touching his genitals. His unruly little brother had completely surrendered, limp and hanging down, being gently stroked by her fingers.
By this time, his wife was completely limp on the edge of the bed. Ping, on the other hand, was caressing the man.
"You slut, can't take it anymore?"
the man said, still slightly out of breath, as he touched Ping's equally naked body.
"Of course you're enjoying it, I haven't even started yet,"
Ping's voice was sweet and soft.
The man placed the camera near Ping's genitals, wrapped his arms around her, touched her buttocks, and played with her anus. Ping's body trembled, and she tried to shake off his fingers, but he forcefully shoved his thumb into her anus. Ping struggled a few times and then stopped moving, her buttocks rising and falling as the man's fingers pressed against her.
His fingers were inserted into her anus, mimicking the thrusting motion of a penis. She wiggled her hips, allowing his fingers to rotate fully inside her anus. The man patted her buttocks, telling her to squat. He lay on the bed facing her, holding a camera in one hand and using the other to spread her buttocks wide, revealing a tight, dark-colored anus with wrinkles.
He forcefully inserted his fingers, and her anus contracted forcefully with each movement. But each time he withdrew his fingers, it felt as if he were pulling her anus off. Ping wiggled her hips excitedly, and fluid flowed from her vagina. The man inserted his index finger into her anus and his middle finger into her vagina, the two fingers separated only by a thin membrane. Under
the man's ministrations, Ping had no strength left. She gripped the sheets tightly, her legs trembling, and copious amounts of semen streamed down the man's face. The man lifted her up, forcing her to kneel, her buttocks raised high, exposing her entire anus. He first inserted his penis into her vagina, then a finger into her anus, rhythmically thrusting in and out. His finger and penis were inserted into two holes, both contracting tightly around his finger and penis.
Ping groaned, turning her head to see her wife staring at her with wide, astonished eyes. Her groans grew louder, and more semen flowed, soaking her buttocks and the man's thighs. She lay face down on the bed, her hands frantically scratching at the sheets. The man, sensing it was time for a full-force attack, pulled out his penis, smeared semen on his finger and applied it to her anus. Feeling it was slippery enough to slide his finger in, he pressed the head of his penis against her anus.
Although she had seen her friend and husband's intimate acts before, the wife, adhering to traditional sexual practices, couldn't accept such close intimacy. She tried to get off the bed with disgust, but the man pulled her back and held her in his arms.
The man used his fingers to massage Ping's anus, helping her relax the skin around her rectum. As soon as she relaxed, he thrust his entire penis inside her.
She screamed, shaking her head frantically, repeatedly crying out, "No, no, it hurts too much, I can't take it! Pull it out!"
The man lay on top of her, pressing hard to prevent her escape, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips pressed against her back, kissing her and reassuring her, "Don't be afraid, it'll be over soon."
They remained in this position, his penis still inside her anus. After about five or six minutes, Ping's pain subsided. She turned and kissed the man, telling him she could move, but to start slowly. The man stood on the ground, holding her buttocks, and gently pulled his penis out a little.
She groaned softly, her body twitching slightly, probably still in some pain. The man could only slowly and gently thrust in and out. She moaned and groaned, gently swaying her hips, enjoying the pleasure of his penis thrusting into her anus. Her anus looked very tight and contractile under the camera, clenching and unclenching rhythmically, as if it were automatically controlled. This made the man more and more interested and energetic as he continued, his movements becoming larger and larger. After getting used to the initial discomfort of the foreign object being inserted into her anus, she began to enjoy the pleasure of penetration, moaning incessantly and occasionally telling the man that he could fuck her harder.
The man stood on the ground, holding her buttocks, and began to thrust forcefully. Each time he pulled out, it felt as if he were tearing her anus off. You could see the tender red skin inside her anus being pulled out with each thrust. When he thrust in, he could insert the entire thing deep inside. She started moaning desperately (her moans were so loud that the man often had to cover her mouth with his hand, afraid that people outside would hear. Moreover, her moans gave the man a great sense of pride and a desire to conquer). Since the man had already ejaculated once, this time the act lasted for more than 40 minutes. In the end, the man shot his last bullet into her anus. When he pulled his penis out, the camera showed her anus, which had been stretched into a black hole by the man's penis, filled with thick, cloudy white semen...
At this moment, the camera turned to his wife, who looked both surprised and somewhat dazed.

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