A love affair with married women in the sea of desire - a threesome

Having finished writing about my pre-marital experiences, the "Youthful Days" series is now complete. I have no intention of fabricating facts; what I've written is entirely my true past. Many brothers gave me selfless encouragement, and I want to thank them. Some people expressed doubt or even slander, but I don't want to argue or hurl insults. I'll just walk my own path, and I can't control or change what others say.
A special salute to the brothers who sent me encouraging messages—thank you!
This article is about my brother Shengzi, his wife S, and me. It's very private, and I hesitated before writing it down, wondering what the consequences would be. However, this matter has been weighing on my mind for too long, so I decided to write it anyway. Fortunately, Shengzi doesn't use this website, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write it.

I never dreamed that, aside from threesomes with prostitutes, I could actually have a threesome with my brother's wife, S. I thank God for this experience; with it, I feel I have no regrets about sex in this life.

Shengzi and I were junior high school classmates. Although we were very sociable in junior high, we weren't exactly best friends. Shengzi was an average student in middle school and quite mischievous. Like many teenage boys, he was prone to anger and liked to fight. My personality, however, is "I won't bother others unless they bother me," so I always felt Shengzi's temper was sometimes a bit eccentric, and our relationship was somewhat reserved, not entirely based on mutual attraction. Our true, life-or-death friendship began after we graduated from university and started working. After returning home, Shengzi frequently invited me out to dinner. He had entered the workforce several years earlier than me and had shed many of the irritability and arrogance of his student days. When I re-evaluated Shengzi, he was much more eloquent than in middle school, and remarkably articulate, especially when interacting with people in the real world. He could speak fluently and tactfully, adapting his words to different people. I truly admired his eloquence. By this time, Shengzi had a vast network of connections; there were almost no people in every industry he didn't know. Associating with virtuous people elevates one's own character, and I enjoy spending time with people who possess positive qualities. In Shengzi's eyes, I was a steady and reliable person, hardworking and patient at work, not impetuous, and generous, never concerned with material gains or losses. Therefore, after spending some time with Shengzi, our relationship became very close.

Shengzi got married when I was a junior in college. His wife, S, was a nurse. Because I was still studying away from home, and their wedding wasn't during school holidays, I didn't attend his wedding and hadn't met his wife.

I first met Shengzi's wife, S, after we had become close friends. One day, several of my high school classmates brought their wives to a gathering, and that's when I first saw Shengzi's wife. She was a natural beauty, with an oval face, fair skin, and long hair styled in the trendy big waves of those years, dyed a very light brown. Shengzi's wife wore sparkling gold jewelry, not the tacky gold, but all rose gold from an Italian brand, exuding a very mature and sophisticated air. At this time, she and Shengzi already had a child, but she maintained a remarkably good figure. It was summer, and S was wearing a black dress with a lace mesh design on the top. She was slightly plump around the waist, but her legs were still very slim and shapely. Her shoes were also very stylish; S was very knowledgeable about fashion.
Upon first meeting S, I was absolutely happy and satisfied for Shengzi. His wife was indeed very beautiful; that guy was truly lucky. However, at the time, I really didn't have any other thoughts—heaven knows!
Why do I call her S? She absolutely deserves the title. First, her surname starts with S; second, her figure is definitely S-shaped, like Big S!!! That day, she wore a dress, so I couldn't see what her buttocks looked like, but later, when she wore jeans, the outline was clearly visible.
Big S is also a very smooth person, with graceful manners and speech. She followed beside Shengzi, giving me a charming smile and saying, "Shengzi talks about you every day when he gets home. I finally met you today, you're so handsome..." The atmosphere at the gathering was very lively. The men reminisced about their funny experiences in junior high school, talking non-stop, while the women listened attentively. My imitation skills are top-notch; I vividly imitated how the teachers disciplined us and how we misbehaved. Big S laughed until her face turned red, saying, "You've made my face hurt from laughing so much!"

As my relationship with Shengzi deepened, our families frequently visited each other. During this time, I greatly admired Big S's interpersonal skills and smooth social interactions, sometimes telling my wife that we should learn from her. My wife sometimes got jealous after hearing this so often, but at that time, I had no idea about the exciting stories that would follow. At that time, I had absolutely no improper thoughts about Big S; one shouldn't mess with a brother's wife. I simply admired her.
My true friendship with Shengzi was solidified after this incident. One night at 2 AM, Shengzi called me. Half-asleep, I yelled, "What the hell are you doing? It's the middle of the night, what's going on?" Shengzi, flustered, said, "Something's happened! I drank too much and beat L up! Come help me deal with this..."
I knew L; this idiot's father was a high-ranking official in our area, a very arrogant and domineering man. L was a second-generation official, naturally working for the government, spending his days gambling and drinking. He was a notorious troublemaker in our area. His father and my uncle were both in government circles; we'd known each other before, even dined together a few times. After hanging up, I drove straight to the scene. L was covered in blood, already with black eyes, sitting on a sofa in a KTV. Seven or eight thugs stood outside the door; I knew L had called them. Shengzi was blocked off and couldn't get out. Luckily, Shengzi had seen L a few times at drinking parties before, so he hadn't been beaten up yet. I greeted L and asked what had happened.
It turned out that Rope had brought a group of people to sing karaoke. The girl Rope had chosen for the singing session caught the eye of L, who was singing next door. L came over and tried to forcibly take her away, so Rope punched him hard. L then called his henchmen, who kicked out the three men Rope had brought. Now they were going to deal with Rope. I chuckled and told L that we were all on the same side, and it was just a misunderstanding, so don't take it to heart. L started showing off. I have to say, after all these years in the government, L may not have many other skills, but his ability to show off is truly impressive. L said disdainfully, "I've already given you face. Otherwise, I would have already had people deal with Rope. He's a person of status and influence in society. If he were to be dealt with by a Rope, wouldn't people laugh at us? Today, we must cripple Rope." I was a little annoyed. Was he ungrateful? I waved to the hostess next to me and called the manager in.
This place is under the protection of my other best friend, Ningzi. Ningzi is connected to the local top gangster, and this place belongs to him; Ningzi is his fourth-ranking subordinate. A moment later, the manager, Romeo, came in. Ningzi had introduced us before. I told Romeo to get those riffraff out of there. They're a nuisance, tell them to get lost. Romeo seemed hesitant, knowing about L's situation. I immediately flew into a rage and slapped Romeo twice. "Damn it, if I can't get you to do what I say, you're not doing this anymore." Then I quickly called Ningzi, who then called the security captain. The security captain, Xiao Hei, came in a moment later, holding a five-shot rifle with its head sawed off, wrapped in newspaper. Xiao Hei nodded to me, and I briefly explained what had happened. Xiao Hei patted L twice and sneered, "Brother, what's this? Called people to smash up our place? Damn!" L panicked immediately. That five-shot burst was indeed intimidating; even I was afraid Xiao Hei's hot temper would escalate the situation. However, we were now in a bind, and we couldn't let Shengzi suffer if things got out of hand.
Unexpectedly, L turned out to be a real coward; he immediately chickened out and stammered for a few of his underlings to leave. I told Xiao Hei to go out first. The situation was much better now, so I talked to L again. It was just that we were all brothers, and a little misunderstanding was nothing. We'd become friends after a fight, and we'd run into each other again. Considering L's father's influence, I generously gave L 10,000 yuan, telling him to take a few days off and go on vacation, as it wouldn't look good to go to work with a bruise on his face. L, that brat, already had a mountain of gambling debts, immediately smiled when he saw the money. So the three of us had a few more drinks, and that was the end of it.
I've always looked down on these children of officials; there are hardly any truly outstanding young people navigating the bureaucracy. Unfortunately, you can't completely cut off contact with these people; you have to leave them a way out. L was a typical good-for-nothing, only good because he had a powerful father. After all, around 2006, 10,000 yuan still carried some weight, and besides, he was indeed short of money, so both sides were satisfied, and the matter passed smoothly.

After this incident, my relationship with Shengzi became very close.
I need to mention Shengzi's family background; they were a business family. His father had earned him several properties, two teahouses, and a clothing store. Shengzi mainly managed one of the teahouses and the clothing store, living a comfortable life and never lacking money. S's family was a single-parent family; her father died in an accident early on, and her mother was a teacher. S was a nurse working at a hospital. Shengzi liked to drink and almost never came home for dinner at night. S was quite helpless with Rope's personality. She always gave him face when eating out, but frequently urged him to come home early. In recent years, with the arrival of their child, she'd loosened her control over Rope, mainly because she couldn't manage him. Rope was a womanizer; during their honeymoon, he would chatter incessantly with the female tour guide, prompting older women to sigh and say, "Girl, your husband is a real chatterbox; you have to keep a close eye on him." But S never showed jealousy or anger when they were out together; she truly gave her man a lot of face.

Years passed, and my relationship with Rope and his wife grew stronger, as did S's relationship with my wife. Until one day, I discovered S's inner turmoil. It happened like this: it was Rope and his wife's 7th wedding anniversary, and I suggested our families go out for a celebration. Everyone drank quite a bit that night, and S, who had a good tolerance, drank about five bottles of beer. At the karaoke bar, I sang "Looking Back," and after finishing, S unexpectedly cried. Rope, somewhat annoyed, asked, "Why are you crying on such a nice day?" S said that listening to me sing just now brought back memories of the past years. Then, in front of my wife and me, she started talking about her past with Shengzi. She and Shengzi were high school classmates. After starting work, Shengzi pursued S, and they got married. S was pregnant before the marriage, but at that time, Shengzi had an affair with another girl. When S found out, considering that she already had a child and they were already registered, she struggled for a while but still got married. In the years since their marriage, Shengzi has been drinking almost every day, rarely coming home early, and sometimes even sleeping in bathhouses. As a result, these past few days, Shengzi has been inexplicably talking on the phone and sending ambiguous text messages with another woman. S's pent-up bitterness resurfaced. S cried and even said, "I know men are fickle. If it's just for that kind of thing, you can go out and find a prostitute, as long as I don't find out. Why do you have to mess around with other women? Do you even want to stay in this marriage?" Shengzi felt very embarrassed, and the meeting ended badly.
After that night, I realized that S wasn't as carefree as she seemed from the outside. Behind her forced smiles lay a lot of hidden pain and suffering. After that, S frequently texted me, asking me to persuade Shengzi to stop doing such unreliable things. It turned out she often used me as a role model for Shengzi, saying I never drank excessively, always came home early, and never got involved in anything scandalous. She said I was more handsome than Shengzi and from a better family, but much more sensible than him, and told Shengzi to learn from me. I have to admit, I've certainly been quite promiscuous over the years, but I have my bottom line. I can be unfaithful, but I've never let my wife find out. I'm very good at pretending, so women all think I'm very proper, including my wife and S.

One day, I went to Shengzi's teahouse, and we ended up talking about our marital relationship. Shengzi remarked that S was indeed a good wife, managing everything at home very well. There's one thing: he's too reserved in bed. He never gives Shengzi oral sex, and he won't even let him watch porn at home. Shengzi keeps shaking his head, saying that in his next life, he'll definitely find a wife who's good in bed. I took a sip of tea and scolded him, "You should be content. Your wife is top-notch in looks and figure, and she manages the household affairs perfectly. You're too ungrateful." Shengzi, meanwhile, drank his beer and gradually became more talkative. He asked me, "How often do you and your wife meet now?" I told him that we're starting to have children, so 3 to 4 times a week is normal. Shengzi then told me sadly that he and his wife meet once every two weeks now, and each time it feels like a chore, and it's over quickly. I advised him to go out less and drink less. Shengzi scoffed, "What's the point of a man's life if he doesn't drink?" I was speechless. Indeed, my alcohol tolerance couldn't compare to Rope's, which was why I rarely overdrink. Drinking wasn't enjoyable for me; I suffered when I drank too much, and over time, my friends stopped pressuring me to drink. Rope, on the other hand, was a heavy drinker, capable of downing 20 beers in a row with someone—a truly ferocious drinker. As we continued our conversation, Rope got up, closed the door, and told the waiter to knock before entering and not to come in unless it was absolutely necessary. I thought he had something else to say, but what he said next shocked me!

Rope asked me mysteriously if I had any thoughts about having an affair. I couldn't sit still any longer. I snapped at him, "I really haven't! Besides, I'm trying to have a child right now. What if my wife gets pregnant and it's someone else's?" Frankly, I couldn't accept having an affair. Although I'm also a bit of a womanizer, I prefer having extramarital affairs. I've never even considered having an affair, and I simply can't accept it. Rope didn't back down after my outburst. He told me that his tastes were completely different from mine; he liked excitement, and he was open to anything exciting.
Having both passed our thirties, we do have different tastes in sex. I prefer mature women; I like women with a certain elegance. Shengzi, on the other hand, prefers younger women. He enjoys changing women and trying different things. He has many women outside the marriage; I've personally seen at least six or seven. He gets excited when talking about women in their twenties, but he curses at married women, saying that all women lose their figure after childbirth and become uninteresting.
I warned him not to mess around, since we're both in the workforce, and his wife has a job; it wouldn't be good if things got out of hand. Shengzi lowered his voice and told me that he'd discussed the affair with his wife many times over the past year. At first, she was furious and wouldn't speak to him for days. But after he brought it up more often, his wife gradually wavered. Especially recently, his wife has tacitly agreed, but only if the man has her approval and she's satisfied.

Hearing this, I felt disappointed, distressed, and inexplicably irritated. I greatly admire Barbie Hsu; I admire her elegant demeanor. In my heart, she's simply my brother's wife. I never thought of seducing her; I only wanted her to be happy. I never imagined she could become like this under Shengzi's influence. I was somewhat skeptical of Shengzi's words, but more than that, I was jealous—such a wonderful woman was about to be taken by someone else.
Shengzi, seeing my speechlessness, leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Your sister-in-law said that finding someone online is unreliable, and finding someone close to you is even worse; it's easy to cause problems and end up getting yourself into trouble." I listened without interrupting him. What Shengzi said next shocked me even more; I almost jumped up. Shengzi continued, "Your sister-in-law said that if she's going to have sex, she'll only accept you two. Of all my friends, you're the only one she's satisfied with."
I was somewhat surprised, but reason quickly told me this was absolutely impossible. I told Shengzi that my wife is very traditional. Although she'd had two boyfriends before, she's absolutely loyal to me. Even if I went back and begged her, she would never agree. Furthermore, I myself can't accept it.
Rope had clearly prepared himself mentally. He asked me again, "Do you accept a threesome? Your sister-in-law is actually very opposed to sex. She finds it hard to accept me having sex with someone else's wife, whether in front of her or alone. But, but!" Rope paused, then continued, "She's more accepting of a threesome. If you join in, she'll feel much less burdened." I looked at Rope suspiciously and said, "We've been like brothers for years, but I really doubt if you can accept it. This is your wife. Your wife is excellent, and I do like her, but only in an appreciative way, do you understand, Rope?"
Rope casually replied, "You underestimate me. I just love excitement, really, David. You know me; I wouldn't joke about something like this." I pressed on, "Rope, why do you have this idea?" Rope told me his wife was a very slow-to-arouse woman, rarely reaching orgasm. In all their years of marriage, she'd only had two orgasms. Also, Rope had been caught cheating before marriage, and S still held a grudge, refusing to even perform oral sex on him. He now had almost no interest in his wife, but their relationship was still good. His wife managed all his money; he only kept enough for drinking. I continued, "S is so conservative; are you sure she can accept it?" Rope patted his chest and said, "No problem. We've been nagging for over a year; she's basically convinced." That afternoon, we talked a lot. Rope knew my reluctance wasn't due to pettiness, but because my wife and I were truly unwilling to compromise. Then we made a preliminary plan.

At that time, my wife was temporarily transferred to another city by her company and would be back in a few months, so we quickly put our plan into action. That day, the Rope couple cooked a few dishes at home and invited me over for dinner. I knew that exciting things would happen that night. When I arrived, I was incredibly excited, more nervous than ever before, yet also filled with fervent anticipation. When I entered Rope's house, the children had already been sent to their maternal grandparents' house. The couple seemed very relaxed; I wondered what methods Rope had used to persuade them. Dinner was simple, a few home-style dishes, and we each drank two bottles of beer.
During this time, I stole glances at Da S's attire. She dressed simply at home: long, wavy hair down to her shoulders, no jewelry, a loose top covering her hips, and black leggings.

After dinner, Rope and I went to the living room for tea, while Da S went into the kitchen to clean up. After watching TV for a while, Rope called out loudly, "Wife, come watch some TV with me!" Da S chuckled and said, "Why are you being so enthusiastic? Don't turn our home into a karaoke bar." Rope laughed, "Wife, why are you like this?" "Come on, sit down, let David envy the good relationship between us." Big S spat and sat down. Rope pulled Big S into his arms and started kissing her. I saw Big S let out a soft moan, her face turning red. Rope quickly pinned Big S down, not allowing her to resist, and began groping her breasts through her clothes. I was stunned. I hadn't expected it to be so fast; I had thought it would happen in bed. Big S closed her eyes tightly and tried to push Rope away, but Rope was very strong. With one hand, he ripped off Big S's leggings and underwear. I wanted to see what kind of underwear Big S was wearing, but Rope had already thrown it under the sofa. Unfortunately, I didn't see it. Big S, being a decent woman, whispered, "No! I'm so scared," and made whimpering sounds. Rope quickly pulled down his pants; he got hard so fast, I saw his penis was already erect. Big S didn't dare look at me. She reached for the blanket on the sofa and covered her face. Rope touched Big S's genitals a couple of times before mounting her. I tried to see Big S's lower body clearly, but there was no chance at all. Everything happened too fast, and I was practically stunned at that moment, my heart pounding, swallowing hard several times. I could only vaguely see that Big S's pubic hair wasn't very thick, which seemed to be just right for me. I was already very satisfied with that; I definitely didn't want Big S to be a hairy woman. Rope only gently thrust about ten times before starting to thrust wildly. The doggy style was indeed unstoppable; this position was suitable for men to exert force and control the rhythm. To this day, I can't remember if Big S made any loud noises. I only remember that she covered her face; she was worried that Rope would tear off the blanket, so she added another layer of protection. Rope

thrust wildly for five minutes, then let out a low growl, followed by loud shouts. He was exhausted from ejaculating and had been ejaculating for a long time. I knew he was also very excited. After Rope finished ejaculating, he gestured for me to come over. As I walked, my legs felt shaky. I swear on my honor, at that moment I was a complete loser, more like a coward. It was so exciting! The domineering confidence I used to have with women completely vanished. My little brother was practically begging to be used, but it still wasn't hard. I sat next to Big S, her vagina already gushing with Rope's semen. I looked at Rope nervously, afraid he'd suddenly change his mind and kick me, since I was about to have sex with his wife. Just then, Big S covered her genitals with her hand, pulled off the blanket, and I suddenly saw tears streaming down her face. I froze, while Big S quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. While she was washing, I looked at Rope, speechless. Rope smiled easily, saying, "It's okay, your sister-in-law is fine. After she's finished washing, I'll have her go upstairs to the bedroom." Then, Shengzi mysteriously took out both of our phones, called me from his own, and I knew what he meant—he wanted to eavesdrop downstairs and wouldn't participate in the upcoming activities.

Shengzi went into the bathroom, and the two talked for a while before going upstairs to the bedroom. I lit a cigarette downstairs, trembling. Damn, this was so enjoyable, so exciting. Even if we didn't do it tonight, it would be worth it because I finally witnessed Da S and Shengzi making love, although it was quick and a little awkward. Before I finished my cigarette, Shengzi came down and told me to go upstairs by myself. I don't even remember how I got upstairs. I only remember that when I entered the room, Da S was hiding under the covers, no longer crying. She was leaning against the headboard, quietly waiting for me to come in.

I clearly saw that S looked somewhat dejected. I think she probably felt insulted. I was a little at a loss. After all, she held a special place in my heart. I had never seen her as prey. I did like her, but that liking was more like friendship. It was Shengzi who struck a match, igniting my desire. I slowly walked to the bedside and whispered to her, "Sister-in-law, do you dislike me? If you do, I'll leave right away." S replied, "It's okay, I'm just nervous." I tried to hug her, and S didn't object. She softly told me, "Go turn off the light." I got up and turned off the light. She shrank into the covers and turned her head away. I silently took off my clothes, making sure to put my phone on the bedside table, and covered it with only my shirt. The shirt was thin, so the sound of the rope could be clearly heard without S seeing it. After undressing, I got into bed and crawled under the covers. I hugged S from the side. She was still wearing that shirt, but I could feel how soft her body was and how smooth her skin was. She took good care of herself, and I could smell her fragrance. I kissed her neck first, then let my lips travel to her face. I really wanted to kiss her lips; I had looked at her countless times before. I had indeed fantasized about her. Her lips were very thin and delicate. I had imagined countless times what it would feel like to kiss her. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her lips away. I was a little annoyed, thinking she didn't like me and was just going through the motions. I felt slightly unhappy, but I didn't give up because of this small setback. I started kissing her back again, and that's when I noticed her bra had come off by itself. My lips slid patiently down her back, and I licked her soft skin with the tip of my tongue. Then I suddenly grabbed her right breast and started kneading it. Although I couldn't see what her breast looked like, I could tell it was quite large; I couldn't wrap my hand around it. Her nipple hardened after a few touches, and S let out a soft moan.

I knew she was starting to feel something, so I used my signature move: I leaned in and started licking her ear. This trick always works on many women, and S immediately became aroused. Her moans grew louder. Her voice was already very feminine when she spoke, but now her moans were even more so. I enjoyed her reaction, and then we started French kissing. This time she didn't resist; her breath was fresh and slightly sweet. I pinned her down, and after a passionate tongue-twisting kiss, I showered her chest with kisses. The voluptuous woman beneath me was as soft and elastic as a sponge. I didn't roughly force my weight on her; I braced myself on the bed with my elbows to ease the pressure. I knew she was nervous, and if I pressed down on her and made her breathless, I might be pushed off. I didn't want our first time being intimate to end in failure; then there would be no fun left. Next came the fruit tasting. The two grapes were already hard and tasted good. I like responsive nipples; that gives me a sense of accomplishment, at least it shows I'm good at foreplay. I grabbed her large breasts with both hands and sucked on them desperately, almost swallowing them whole. I teased her nipples quickly with my tongue, making those shy hissing sounds. S also tried to hug my back with her hands. When I felt her hug me willingly, I was so excited. S, you finally responded to me directly.

Her embrace gave me confidence, and I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. I became even more unrestrained in my methods, and with a quick "scooping the moon from the sea," I reached down. However, I didn't touch her breasts. Instead, I caressed the area where her legs and buttocks met, medically known as the groin. This area is very sensitive for women, especially the inner thighs. After another round of playful caresses, I gently rubbed her genitals with my hand and lightly traced her buttocks with my fingers. I learned this move from the masseuse during an oil massage; I personally enjoy the feeling of her fingertips gliding over my lower triangle. I knew that S would feel a slight, wave-like arousal rising within her. This "following the flow" technique was one of my signature moves. If I didn't make her overflow with lust, I wouldn't be the invincible little slut that everyone loves and that makes cars bleed tires at the mere sight of her. S's breathing noticeably quickened, so I leaned down and kissed her from her chest to her abdomen, from her abdomen to her inner thighs, and from her inner thighs to the half of her buttocks pressed against her body. Then, I gently turned S over, letting her lie face down on the bed. I grabbed her buttocks and kissed them. Countless times before, I'd been mesmerized by S's buttocks. Her buttocks were a size bigger than my wife's, and very shapely—peach buttocks! The buttocks I'd longed for were now in my mouth. I was more than happy to spend my time on her buttocks, greedily sucking for a while, drooling all over them. I really wanted to lick her anus, but I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it. After all, I knew she didn't like giving oral sex to her man, so it was better to be conservative, otherwise it would all be for nothing.

I tested her genitals with my hand; her vagina was already wet and slippery. The quality of this fifteen minutes of foreplay was guaranteed! After this passionate encounter, my little penis had also calmed down and was fully prepared, ready to fire at any moment, just waiting for the commander's instructions. I wanted to enter from behind, thinking that would avoid being face-to-face with S and make her more comfortable. However, S said, "Please don't do it. I'm really not used to it..." I was immediately discouraged. But, thankfully, I didn't give up at the last minute, so I said, "My dear wife, have pity on this poor man." This was a line Ximen Qing said when seducing Pan Jinlian, and I had joked about it many times at drinking parties; S had heard it many times too. S chuckled and asked, "You really want it? If you say something nice, I might grant your wish." I didn't want to say sweet nothings to her; the rope could hear. I could sleep with his wife, but I couldn't let him think his wife truly loved me.

So I whispered in S's ear, "I've liked you for a long time, really, heaven is my witness!" S chuckled. She was still turned to the side, and I used my right leg to pry her legs apart, exposing my center. I thrust my penis inside, sliding it along her wet, slippery vagina. S let out a soft "Ah!" and stopped resisting. In the darkness, S's vagina began to contract, its response far tighter than I had anticipated. We moved sideways; I liked this position, like the way Tony Leung and Tang Wei made love in "Lust, Caution." This position relied entirely on the man's strength and control of the rhythm, giving me more time to enjoy S's body. My right hand grasped her breast, my index finger teasing her nipple, my tongue licking her neck and the base of her ear. S's response was to make her vagina even wetter, and she moaned ecstatically. I suddenly remembered that Rope was still eavesdropping on the phone; he wanted auditory stimulation. So, after about five minutes, I changed positions. I wanted S's moans to be louder, to give Rope even more pleasure. I had Da S lie face down on the bed, legs spread, not kneeling, but pressed against the bed with her buttocks slightly raised. I thrust my penis in at a 45-degree angle once more. Changing to a second position, I increased the force of my thrusts. I loved this position for hardcore sex; I loved S's buttocks, plump and soft. I gripped those incredibly arousing buttocks firmly with both hands, rubbing her vulva rapidly and forcefully. I could clearly feel the increasing wetness and tightness of her vulva. Within two or three minutes, this elegant woman beneath me forgot about her husband downstairs and began moaning wantonly. Her moans were like a song, melodious and clear. Truly an elegant woman, even her moans were ladylike. Those sounds lingered in my ears for days afterward. Then, I pulled Da S up, this time making her kneel, a perfect doggy style. Her vulva made a sizzling sound, and I unleashed another round of frenzied fucking.

I have to say, I was incredibly excited and also quite nervous during my first time having sex with Barbie Hsu. I didn't know if she would hate me or regret it. These worries affected my performance, and I felt like ejaculating very quickly. Fortunately, I knew my body's characteristics and knew how to regulate myself. I changed positions again, this time woman on top, which was the position I could control for the longest time, easily controlling the depth and force of thrusting. The sensations my penis transmitted told me that it could continue for a while longer. I kissed Barbie Hsu passionately, and she cooperated well, our tongues intertwining, and I swallowed almost all of her saliva. I felt so strongly for this woman; everything about her was something I liked, including her bodily fluids. I really wanted to give her oral sex, but since it was my first time, I wasn't sure if she could accept it, so I gave up. I had plenty of patience with this woman.
Finally, my own buttocks were sweating, and my penis felt like it needed to be released. So, I shouted, "********!" Then the Yellow River burst its banks, and a flash flood erupted. My little brother emptied all his remaining fluids, and her vagina gently squeezed a few times, like an older sister wiping the sweat from her younger brother's brow as he worked in the fields. I pressed myself against her, and only after my little brother had completely softened did I reluctantly pull out. I kissed her again before getting dressed and leaving. I checked my phone; the call had lasted 32 minutes.

Downstairs, Rope looked at me with a lewd grin and whispered, "Not bad, that felt good. I'm hard again. I'm going upstairs to do it again." I didn't ask him if he felt bad, because I didn't think he would feel that way; that kind of excitement couldn't be faked. I told Rope, "I'll go home first today. You two go upstairs and talk for a while, don't make your sister-in-law feel bad." Rope considered for a moment and said, "Okay, we'll do it later." But when I got home that night, I took a hasty shower and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Scenes of my interactions with S over the years floated back into my mind like fleeting clouds. I must admit, I really like this woman, or more accurately, I admire her. When she's sick, my wife and I always show her concern and care. On her birthday, I specifically ask my wife to buy her an expensive gift. When I'm away on business, she'll message me asking me to bring her some souvenirs...
Although I didn't actively want anything to happen between us, when Rope suggested a threesome, I accepted without hesitation. So, what does S think of me? Why did she choose me? What are my feelings for S, and what kind of woman is she? I can't figure it out myself now.

But tonight, I inexplicably slept with her, while her husband sat downstairs. After the passion subsided, I immediately felt some anxiety. I started thinking about how to handle my relationship with Rope and her husband, whether we'd end up as enemies, and how Rope and her husband would spend the night. I thought and thought but had no clue what to do, and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day, there was a lot of work at the company, as busy as ever. I finally finished everything, and it was almost 11 o'clock. I texted Shengzi, asking if he had time at noon so I could meet him. Shengzi texted back shortly after, saying he'd wait for me at the teahouse. I drove over at noon, and Shengzi had already made tea and was waiting for me. I asked him how they spent the night. Shengzi casually replied that nothing happened; after I left, we made love again, and afterwards, I started chatting with S. We talked a lot, and didn't fall asleep until 4 AM. I asked what we talked about, and whether S had any emotional breakdowns. Shengzi told me that besides being a little nervous, she was fine, and that I shouldn't worry, my sister-in-law wouldn't commit suicide. I told Shengzi my concerns; I was afraid that what we were doing would change S too much, that we would mess up her life. Shengzi confidently told me that I was overthinking it. He and S had been discussing it for a year and had long since let go of everything. I was somewhat skeptical, but I had a hasty lunch with Shengzi at the teahouse and then went back to work.

Frankly, at this moment, I'm not worried about Shengzi feeling sad or regretful, because he was the one who made the decision. He's still highly excited, and I'm truly impressed by his inner strength. Right now, my biggest fear is something happening to S. I don't want to hurt her in the slightest. If she tells me now that she can't handle it and doesn't want to continue, then I will never have a physical relationship with her again. If I can't look at her beautiful face and touch her soft body again, although I'll have regrets, I don't think I'll force her again.

At noon, after returning to the company, I really wanted to send S a message, but I didn't know how to start. At 2 pm, S sent me a message, first asking if I was at the company, which I said yes. Then she asked if I had time in the afternoon; she wanted to see me and asked me not to tell Shengzi. I didn't have time to think about why she wanted to see me or what she wanted to say. I immediately got up, arranged my afternoon tasks, and drove out.

Then I called S; she had already driven out of the hospital. I told her to come directly to my house. Knowing my wife was still out of town, she didn't say anything and drove over herself. Once inside, I made her a cup of lemon water, and she smiled and thanked me. At that moment, I realized she was still so elegant. Although I could tell she hadn't slept well and wasn't very energetic, she stirred my protective instincts even more within me. I spoke first, saying, "You might not understand, but all these years, I've always liked you. Before, this liking was like seeing you as my sister-in-law. But when Shengzi told me he wanted to do *that*, I completely lost control. So, I went to your house last night. But when I saw your tears, I was afraid I'd only hurt you. However, I still couldn't resist your temptation. I don't know what to say now, but right now, my biggest concern is you. I'm afraid you'll curse me in your heart, look down on me, and I'm even more worried about your own pain..."

S didn't show the sadness I expected; instead, she spoke with a sense of relief, telling me about her and Shengzi's emotional journey. When she and Shengzi first started dating, they were very happy and sweet. Shengzi would say he treated S very well. Plus, Shengzi's family was well-off, and at that time, both S and her mother were very fond of him. They felt that since S's father had died long ago, they could finally marry her off and find someone she could rely on. However, just before the wedding, when S was pregnant, Shengzi cheated on her with another girl. S was heartbroken. If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant and couldn't bear to have an abortion, she would have divorced him on the spot. Although she forgave Shengzi, after all these years of marriage, he was still so playful, drinking day and night, seemingly never wanting to go home, constantly causing trouble and getting entangled with other women. One of his mistresses even called S, threatening to divorce them. Although Shengzi cursed the mistress and kicked her twice to end the relationship, S's heart was still broken. However, thinking of her child, she couldn't bring herself to divorce him. What else could she do? She still had to keep going. They've weathered many storms over the years. She had lost her father long ago, and family was her top priority. She didn't want her child to lose their father, so she had to broaden her mind and be able to tolerate Shengzi's actions.

To men, Shengzi is a good brother, a loyal friend, but as a husband, he's incompetent. Complaining is useless; they have children, and they must consider the children's needs. So, gradually, S became more composed. She thought about it, and realized Shengzi wasn't entirely bad. He was a good earner and hardworking; S managed all the savings. He never hesitated to buy her whatever she wanted to wear or buy. He was just playful; as long as he didn't forget the family and the children, she could only let him be.

I also said, "I know Shengzi sometimes can't control himself outside, but he's never thought about divorce." S smiled and said, "If he wanted a divorce, what could I do? We'd still get divorced anyway. So I always give him face in public, isn't it all to maintain this family?" It wasn't until this moment that I realized S wasn't a submissive woman, willing to compromise and sacrifice so much for her family. Over the years, I've understood her so well. She's not only beautiful and charming, but also incredibly resilient and wise.

I still couldn't help but ask her, "Sister-in-law, don't you hate me for what happened last night?" S didn't hesitate. Instead, she said softly, "Every woman has an ideal lover in her heart. If her husband is very similar to this ideal lover, she might never cheat on him. But if her husband is too different from this ideal lover, then sooner or later her heart will be unable to stay." David, do you know why I accepted you? Over the years, I've actually gotten to know you quite well. At least I see things about you that I like. Do you remember? One year, neither you nor Shengzi had time to go out with us, so Xiaoyuer (my wife) and I went to Korea for a week. While we were in Korea, Xiaoyuer and I chatted at night, and I discovered that in Xiaoyuer's heart, you were the best in the world. She loved everything about you. At that time, I was so envious of Xiaoyuer. I thought, how could you be so good to your wife? How could you make a woman love you so much? I know you're handsome, but you've never been unfaithful (oops, sister-in-law, you didn't see it, okay?). Who wouldn't like a man like that? You have a good job; among your classmates, you're one of the best off. So young, you and your husband have a big house, and you each own a car. So many people envy you. But you're never like Shengzi, thinking that having a little money means you can cause trouble. Tell me, how many things has Shengzi gotten into over the years because of drinking? Does he think I don't know?

I advised her, "Shengzi will get better eventually. He's much calmer now, isn't he?" S didn't continue, clearly understanding that Shengzi and I were like brothers, and that saying more wouldn't be good. She continued, "There are some things I can't explain. Last year, my asthma was terrible. Shengzi went to Jingdezhen to buy goods. He was treated at our hospital for half a month without getting better. When you found out, you didn't say a word and drove me to the provincial hospital overnight. Do you know why I was crying in the back of the car, hugging Xiaoyuer? Because I envied her so much, having a husband like you, so considerate and loyal. Every year on my birthday, you give me a gift. Although Xiaoyuer buys it for me, I know you chose the styles yourself. I'm so touched."

Oh, hearing this, I understand a little now. So S does like me to some extent.

I still want to understand S's perspective on the future, so I mustered my courage and asked, "What has Rope told you this past year? Do you hate him? Do you hate me?" S didn't answer immediately, but said, "Do you have any wine at home? I'd like some." I knew this was a golden opportunity; if I didn't seize it, when would I get S to spill the beans? I quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured it for S. S took a couple of sips, then opened up and started telling me. About a year ago, Rope started talking to her about sex and threesomes. At first, S would give him the cold shoulder; she felt Rope was inhuman, not a normal man. But as they talked more, Rope's thoughts seemed to slowly sprout feelings of liking for me in her heart, slowly becoming uncontrollable. Although S was strong-willed, she couldn't outdo Rope. After all, they were husband and wife. It's true that Rope had many flaws. Although she hated Rope's playfulness and promiscuity, apart from his lust, Rope was pretty good in other aspects. Rope was indeed very good to S's mother, providing her with the best of everything, never complaining, which truly pleased S. One year, S's mother fell ill, and Rope busied himself with her care, staying by her side for four consecutive days, losing weight from exhaustion, without uttering a single complaint. It

was then that I understood that S's feelings for Rope were indeed very complex, not something that could be explained in a few words. There were areas of resentment, areas of love, and areas of gratitude; after all, they were husband and wife, with a family and children.

S continued, "I'm also a strong-willed woman. I've thought to myself, if I hadn't married someone like Rope, my partner might not be as financially well-off, but I could definitely have found a man who is very considerate and obedient to me." I completely agreed with this; S's temperament and appearance were top-notch, and she wouldn't have had trouble finding a man who would be absolutely devoted to her.

Then S continued, "I've slowly come to terms with it. Even though there's a saying, 'A woman should follow her husband wherever he goes,' I work in a hospital and see countless lives come and go. You can't force yourself too much in life. Shengzi just likes to have fun, and I like you too, so let him be. If he causes trouble again and looks down on me, it doesn't matter. I have a job; I can support myself." I said, "No, Shengzi just likes excitement. Actually, he cares about you a lot. He's told me many times, how could he divorce you?"
S suddenly became serious and said, "There are two things you need to remember. First, I like you, but you can't let Shengzi know

. I don't want a divorce; I'm afraid it will affect the children. Second, this matter can't involve Xiaoyuer. Xiaoyuer is naive; she won't accept it. Also, I can't watch Shengzi ruin your wife." S's words deeply moved me. She was indeed an extraordinary woman, always thoughtful and considerate of others. I couldn't help but move closer to her, taking her slender, beautiful hand and saying, "S, thank you, thank you for liking me. I'm so glad you like me. I will treat you well; I will know my limits." Then, I began to kiss her. She didn't resist, and we shared a gentle, wet kiss. At that moment, time belonged to us. The house was quiet, and I wished everything could stand still so we could enjoy this first time alone together a little longer. I really wanted to do it with her, so I reached out to grab her breasts. But S grabbed my hand and said, "Not at your house. I can't do it with you in Xiaoyuer's house. I'd feel too guilty." I really wouldn't force a woman I liked, so I let go and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." S suddenly chuckled and said, "The day after tomorrow is Sunday. I'm off work. Do you have time?" I said, "I don't have any plans that day." S got up, smiled, and walked out, saying as she went, "Don't change your mind, okay? I'll text you on Sunday morning."

S left, and I sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the wine glass she had used, her words echoing in my ears, my thoughts racing. This woman was beautiful and composed. What attracted me most about her was her mature and elegant aura. She was also stubborn, yet she actually liked me, even though it was only because of the rope that we ended up together last night and alone together today. I've finally regained some sense. I can have a physical relationship with her, but I can't develop feelings for her. I don't want to ruin her and Shengzi's family, and I don't want to divorce my wife. We both know we can indulge in sensual pleasures, but we can't abandon our existing families. I think Da S wants to find some emotional support in me. I can be her lover in her heart, subtly and quietly developing feelings, but I can't make it public, I can't let Shengzi find out.

I don't know how I got through Sunday. That morning, after I got up, I took six kangaroo essence capsules and six deer antler capsules to prepare. A little after 8 o'clock, S sent me a blank text message. I knew she was worried I might be unavailable, so she gave me a signal. So, I called her, and she was already waiting for me at the entrance of a shopping mall. I picked up S in my car and sped out of the city to a hot spring resort in the suburbs. This is a place I only go to when entertaining high-end clients; the environment is elegant, and the facilities are absolutely top-notch.

As soon as I entered the room, I impatiently closed the door, pinned Da S against the wall, and launched into a frenzied kiss. Her lipstick had a slightly sweet taste, and I shamelessly devoured it all, shouting, "Let me eat you all today, let me kiss you all over! Don't refuse me, I love you so much!" S giggled again, a smile that captivated me, but at that moment, my mind was on her body. I quickly kissed her neck a few times, careful not to leave any hickeys. Following her brightly colored floral dress, I knelt before her, yanked it up, buried my head in her crotch, roughly pulled down her black pantyhose, and licked her genitals through her underwear. S's breathing became labored, her handbag fell to the floor with a thud, and she involuntarily clutched my head. I noticed her legs were trembling, and she was trying to squeeze her thighs together, making it harder for me to enjoy this beautiful married woman's vulva. So, without a word, I got up and pushed her onto the bed. This made things much easier. I removed S's black stockings, and her silk panties came into view—a very delicate light blue pair. The fabric and feel alone must have cost at least 300 yuan. I slowly pulled down these exquisite panties; this process of removing a woman's panties is my favorite moment. At this moment, her entire vulva would be fully exposed before my eyes—it was like an appetizer. The panties slowly moved down her thighs, and her vulva gradually came into view. Such glossy pubic hair! A very concentrated small triangle area, the pubic hair long and straight, very dense, but not overly thick. Two full labia, slightly tinged with light black, slightly closed in a butterfly shape. Before this, I had imagined countless times what S's lower body would look like. Because her lips were thin, my imaginative mind led me to believe that her vulva was likely also thin, probably just two simple slits. Therefore, I had prayed countless times that S's vulva would be beautiful and lovely, and this time, heaven did not disappoint me. I didn't want to admire it any longer. I grabbed the panties and greedily sucked on them with my tongue. I didn't have time to consider whether Barbie Hsu would like me to give her oral sex. Not trying would be my eternal regret. I'd give it a try first. It would be a waste not to give such a beautiful wife oral sex.

The taste of plump abalone, slightly sour and salty, just a hint, was absolutely delicious. In Hong Kong terms, it was "so delicious!" Like a silver snake spitting its tongue, like a whirlwind, this frenzied licking quickly made my penis wet. I swallowed all the vaginal fluid. I didn't want to waste this wife's bodily fluids. The feminine scent made my already drugged penis swell. I felt a warm sensation in my lower back. These two drugs were indeed very effective, like a master with extremely profound internal strength, ready to kill at any moment. Barbie Hsu was clearly overwhelmed by my undisguised oral sex. Her face was already red, her jaw was clenched, and she gripped the white sheets with both hands, trying hard to suppress any moans. I straightened up slightly to create some space, then took off my shirt first, then pressed myself against her, unzipped her skirt, and removed her upper body covering. Her bra was also a beautiful light blue, a matching set with her panties, which I easily removed. I then saw her breasts, round and full. Even lying on the bed, her breasts didn't appear small. I reached out and grabbed them again; the feel was wonderful, like freshly steamed buns, soft and elastic. Her areolas weren't large, even a little small compared to her breasts, which excited me again. A woman's body can be large in any way, except for her areolas. My wife, Barbie Hsu's, areolas were not only the right size but also the perfect color. Although she had given birth, they hadn't darkened but were a healthy, mature, and very pleasing brown.

The visual pleasure accelerated the blood flow to my penis, making it as hard as an iron rod and even more restless. I leaned down and pinned Big S beneath me, this time managing to kiss her lips again. She responded passionately, giving me a wet kiss and actively slipping her tongue into my mouth. My penis seized the opportunity to thrust inside, and I suddenly realized her vagina was even tighter and wetter than the night before. I was ecstatic, pulling my hands away from her breasts and grabbing her buttocks pressed against the bed, and began to fuck her wildly! I don't remember how long I fucked her, only that my penis was in exceptionally good condition that day, and I fucked her with great effort. I saw a special long stick, a tight entrance, a long stick moving with powerful force, a series of interlocking loops, a rocking motion like a boatman, a swaying motion like a clam spitting foam. This lovemaking showed no mercy, a storm sweeping everything in its path, like peach blossoms falling onto the earth.

Big S cried out lasciviously, completely forgetting that she was an elegant and intellectual woman, which further fueled my passion. I cupped her face in my hands and, while thrusting, said to her, "Baby, let me fuck you a little longer, okay?" "Let me fuck you a few more times, okay?" Big S answered me between swaying movements. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm yours today, Brother David." I quickly became panting; it was indeed exhausting. Fuck me hard on her voluptuous body, and I even felt thirsty. Big S couldn't bear to watch me work so hard any longer, so she got up and pressed me onto the bed, and we switched to the woman-on-top position. She truly lived up to her reputation as a woman of the ropes; I had underestimated Big S's skills before. She swayed on top of me, her technique impeccable. Using the strength of her waist, she rubbed against me back and forth, left and right, up and down. Her vulva quickly moistened our pubic hair, making the sounds of friction louder. At this moment, my eyes were fixed on her breasts. Her breasts were only slightly sagging, but definitely not the breasts of a postmenopausal woman; they could easily reach her shoulders with a flick. Her nipples were erect, feeling like two ripe grapes, about to fall.

I gave Barbie Hsu a score of 95 out of 100 in my mind. I don't understand how such a good woman could be so unpassionate with sex, only lasting a few minutes each time, and yet she'd be willing to let me have sex with her.

Although Big S moved seductively on top of me, she kept her eyes closed and bit her lip. Even though she'd been in the cowgirl position for a while, my cock, already invincible, showed no sign of giving up—heaven was on my side! I pulled Big S close and slowly let her lie on top of me. She only needed to kneel on the bed and slightly raise her buttocks. So, even though I was on the bottom, it was now my turn to exert force, using my waist to thrust upwards quickly and deeply. This position brings women a strong and pleasurable sensation; the vagina receives a great impact, and because our bodies are pressed together, the clitoris is also quickly rubbed. Sure enough, Big S's moans grew louder, emitting a strange sound that was both painful and pleasurable. I know every woman's moans are different; this wasn't pain, but pleasure. So, I didn't slow down or increase the intensity, and continued thrusting. Without realizing it, I mistook Big S for my wife and couldn't resist slapping her buttocks. The crisp slap made Big S howl and scold, "You're so naughty!" I grinned mischievously, "Baby, do you like it?" Big S retorted, "Try slapping me!" Heh, this woman didn't like mild BDSM, so I had to give up.

Not daring to abuse her any further, I thrust into her forcefully dozens more times. Big S got a little tired, and when I touched her buttocks, I noticed sweat on them. So, we changed positions three times, placing her on the bed. I went off the bed, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and used the momentum to thrust in and out, another hundred rounds of frenzied thrusting. Finally, my glans felt a strong electric shock, and the semen that had been building up all day gushed out. My penis trembled and shook, and I collapsed onto Big S.

Big S pulled me back to the bed with satisfaction. We shared a pillow, she nestled against my shoulder, gently stroking my chest. We poured out our hearts to each other; it was a very pleasant morning. After lunch, we did it twice more. It's worth mentioning that I asked Big S to give me oral sex. She hesitated for a moment, then gently parted her teeth and licked for a while, but her technique was terrible, and I didn't experience much pleasure. She wasn't very good at using her tongue. Fortunately, I was patient. I was even more patient with this woman than with my own wife. I'll make sure you develop some good oral skills, Big S.
From then on, my sex life with Big S improved significantly. I think this was all due to our happy mood. If a man wants to bring pleasure to a woman, just having a penis isn't enough; the most important thing is that she genuinely likes you. I've been really busy lately, but today I finally have some time to finish the next part. Unfortunately, I can't continue writing here because it can't be serialized. This is the end; the stories with other wives have to be abandoned.

Since my one-on-one meeting with Barbie Hsu, I found that our interactions were no longer so awkward. I knew she liked me more than I was forcing herself, which made me feel less awkward between her and Rope, and even more pleased me. Fortunately, my wife was out of town at the time, giving us plenty of time to enjoy our time together as a trio.

A few days later, Rope invited me to do it again. This time, I chose the Qilin Crown Plaza Hotel, which my company had booked for clients year-round. The hotel was very nice; it was a suite with a living room outside and a bedroom inside. That day, Rope and his wife had teppanyaki outside, and we went into the suite a little after 7 pm. Barbie Hsu was wearing a brown top and a black skirt that day, looking very professional. From the beginning of dinner, I was thinking about how to get her tonight, since tonight was the real threesome, and she was dressed so sexy. I love this kind of professional look.

As soon as we entered the room, Rope was in a hurry. He quickly stripped Big S naked from the waist up. This time, Big S didn't cry like last time; instead, she playfully punched Rope. I lifted Big S's black skirt from behind and removed her black stockings and panties. I must say, Big S never compromised herself; her lingerie was always so alluring and sexy. Holding her purple panties in my hand, my desire instantly ignited. I knelt behind Big S and began kissing her buttocks. Big S moaned passionately, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry, let's wash first..." So, I quickly stripped naked, jumped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Warm water gushed down. A moment later, the Rope couple walked in naked. The three of us embraced, or rather, the two of us men sandwiched Big S in the middle, and we made a ruckus. Big S was covered in foam from our smearing, and we rubbed against her mischievously. A woman in the water has a different kind of charm, and the scent of debauchery quickly filled the air.

I didn't forget to carefully wash my penis. Big S didn't pay much attention to me in the bathroom; she carefully washed Rope's penis, which made me a little jealous. I came out first, dried myself off, and lay down on the bed. Rope carried Big S out and threw her onto the bed. Before Big S could even bounce a few times and settle down, he impatiently made her stick her buttocks up, and he started penetrating her from behind. With the lubrication of the water, Big S's vagina should have been very easy to penetrate. Rope then began to exert force, and Big S was pushed back and forth by him from behind. I didn't want to just watch, so I gestured for Big S to give me oral sex while I was lying on the bed. She giggled, slapped my thigh, and laughed, scolding me for being annoying. But women are always good at pretending; she said that, but she had my penis in her mouth. I didn't know if Rope was jealous, because Big S had never given him oral sex before. Because Rope was constantly moving from behind, and her oral skills weren't very good to begin with, I felt that her oral sex was more like eating than professional licking, but I was still quite satisfied, after all, her lips still gave my penis some pleasure.

Rope was still in her usual style, this time going at it like crazy, and soon Big S was too busy to give me oral sex, instead lowering her head to enjoy Rope's thrusts. I shamelessly knelt down opposite Big S and kissed her, the taste of my semen in her mouth making me even more aroused. Rope went at it for about 5 minutes, and seemed to be about to ejaculate, so she gave me her place. I eagerly jumped off the bed and entered from behind. My penis slid in smoothly. Big S's vagina was already very wet, but its elasticity remained. I didn't care that my penis had already been inside her, because in my heart, Big S was more like my second wife. Note, not a concubine, but my wife. To this day, this woman's position in my heart is still my second wife, not a prostitute. The feeling of not using a condom was wonderful. Her vagina was smooth and her temperature was warm. My penis was quickly and powerfully surrounded. At this moment, I knew that Big S was in the mood and had lost all shyness. She was enjoying the process. I really liked inserting into Big S from behind. Her buttocks were very big, even bigger than my wife's. Admiring her perfect anus, even though I couldn't have anal sex, just watching it was intoxicating. I was determined to outdo Rope, so I thrust in and out with all my might, my cock pounding wildly. Within minutes, my vulva was covered in white discharge. I figured Big S was ovulating, hence the increased discharge. Luckily, I knew she had an IUD, so pregnancy wasn't a concern. After

about ten minutes of frenzied fucking, Rope calmed down. He didn't stop there; he made the now-lustful Big S suck his cock, yelling, "You slut, lick my cock! You finally agreed to eat my cock!" Big S didn't get angry; she was as docile as a lamb. After all, she was sucking her husband's cock, so she licked it even more diligently. Women's minds are always so unpredictable. Rope didn't know that Big S had already licked mine separately. I thought neither Big S nor I would tell him this secret, and I did feel a little guilty about it. After a round of frenzied fucking, I felt a slight tingling in my glans; a few more thrusts and I'd ejaculate. So I dismounted and gave Rope my place.

Seeing that Da S was kneeling there, struggling, Rope flipped her over and pinned her beneath him. He kissed her passionately, their tongues entwined. Da S's legs were spread open into an M shape by Rope, who thrust in and out of her body. I sat beside her, watching intently. Da S was completely aroused; her cheeks were flushed, and her moans grew louder. Rope then slightly rose and began a doggy-style position, exposing Da S's breasts. I teased her nipple and grabbed her breasts. A beautiful, virtuous wife was being played with by the two of us. Rope's movements were initially fierce, then slowed down, thrusting gently but deeply with each stroke. I knew Rope would ejaculate soon. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Rope cried out again, launching into a final, powerful thrust. He pounded into Da S, pumping like a piston, before suddenly rising and ejaculating all over her breasts.

As the rope shot out, Da S's entire chest was covered in a pool of liquid. I wanted to avoid the sight, so I flipped her over without kneeling, unsure if she had the stamina. I wanted to conserve her energy. I just slightly adjusted her hips, gently pushing one leg forward, and then thrust my penis in again. This time, Da S's vagina felt even tighter; her vaginal muscles were clearly working. I thought she was about to climax, as her vagina was already throbbing. So, I seized the opportunity and thrust wildly. This frenzied fucking was indeed exhilarating. After only a few dozen thrusts, Da S gripped the sheets tightly and began to moan. The rope excitedly shouted, "Fuck harder! Fuck harder! Your sister-in-law is about to climax!" He passionately kissed Da S again, leaving her face covered in saliva. Sure enough, Da S finally climaxed; her vulva seemed to be squeezing my penis out, which gave me immense satisfaction. After another five minutes of wanton thrusting, I finally ejaculated into her vagina.

After the exciting ejaculation, I immediately felt extremely tired. I lay on the bed to rest for a while. Rope let out a happy laugh; this guy was truly strong-willed, showing no resentment towards me whatsoever.

After that, my threesomes with Rope and his wife became significantly more frequent. Most of them took place in the suite, except for one time in the woods. That time it was one night, and the weather outside was already warm, perfect for outdoor sex. We drove to a park; the woods there were vast, and we arrived at a secluded spot. Da S was wearing a long dress, and Rope had taken off her underwear as soon as we got out of the car and tossed it in. We led Da S to a tree, where she maintained a bent-over position. We took turns entering her from behind; that time lasted longer, perhaps because it was so stimulating. This greatly displeased Barbie Hsu, who said that being outside was too tiring and the sessions were too long, making her too tense and unable to enjoy herself. So, most of the subsequent activities were in the suite. I also kept that pair of panties in my company closet—a black silk panty with many delicate, bright flowers. I can't help it; she's such an elegant woman, and panties always attract me.

The threesome with the Rope couple was indeed a very enjoyable experience. We even tried having sex in a car together; Rope liked to sit in the front and watch Barbie Hsu and me make love in the back. We also had sex at Rope's clothing store. After closing at night, Rope would have Barbie Hsu change her clothes after each session, mostly wearing skirts, which made sex easier. I even personally bought lingerie and thongs for Barbie Hsu. Watching her make love while wearing the lingerie I bought was truly exhilarating. Barbie Hsu was very well developed by us, clearly becoming more open. However, after the lovemaking, when she put on her clothes, she would transform back into a ladylike figure—a completely different person. Currently, Da S is only open to mild SM, which includes bondage with ties or stockings, and licking her anus, but gags and whipping are absolutely forbidden. Our favorite thing is ejaculating on Da S's body, but not her face. Of course, we can't do the classic sandwich-style two-hole ejaculation, because don't expect Da S to accept that.

Rope has never mentioned having sex with my wife, something we'd discussed before. Rope hasn't regretted letting me have sex with Da S. Many people might say this is impossible, but I don't think I need to argue; I'm just writing down our true experiences.

There has never been any emotional entanglement between Da S and Rope due to a threesome. I once asked Da S if Rope had ever regretted or been troubled by my involvement, and Da S said that such worries were unnecessary. Rope hadn't felt a single trace of regret; he genuinely enjoyed threesomes and watching Da S being fucked by me. I gradually confirmed this, because later during threesomes, Rope liked to sit and watch Da S and me have sex.

Later, my wife came back, and our threesome opportunities noticeably decreased. It's usually in the afternoon, when the three of us have time. Occasionally, Barbie Hsu will ask me out alone for some fun. Now she might even give me a few licks on the anus, and I can ejaculate in her mouth and on her face when we're alone. We never talk about feelings, but we both know we admire each other. I'm also more familiar with Barbie Hsu's physical characteristics. She really doesn't orgasm easily. I can usually last about 30 minutes, but I estimate that if I were to bring her to orgasm at my own pace, it would take about an hour, which is a state I'm not likely to reach. However, during our threesomes, if Rope and I follow the relay baton pattern, her chances of orgasm definitely increase.

This is a story that isn't over yet. As for Rope and his wife, I think they are both very good people. Their motivation for the threesomes is purely for fun, without any material factors involved. As for Barbie Hsu, I've always respected her. She has never been my prey; I should say she's a gift from God.

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