Tell me how I should fuck you

You know how I fuck you,
sorry brothers, it's been a long time since the second part was released. This time, I'm posting the whole collection for you guys.
In this story, my tendency to start strong but finish weak is showing up again. It's not that I don't want to write well, it's just that I don't know how to continue when I get to the end. Almost every chapter doesn't satisfy me... It's really frustrating, but I still believe it will get better in the future... This is prohibited from being included in paid book libraries. Please indicate the source when reprinting.
************************************************************************************************** I haven't had insomnia for a long time. I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
My wife was woken up by the sound of me tossing and turning. She opened her eyes a tiny crack, still sleepy: "Honey, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Oh, I'll sleep, I'll sleep..." I turned off the bedside lamp, closed my eyes, and tried various methods to fall asleep, but it still didn't work. I was very sleepy, but I just couldn't fall asleep.
Frustrated, I got out of bed and went to the living room, instinctively sitting down at the computer.
I browsed a few websites I frequented, but nothing caught my eye—no one or no articles. I sighed, deciding to go back to bed and see if I could fall asleep. Even so, I unconsciously opened the address bar's dropdown menu. Suddenly, a website address I'd never seen before caught my eye. Curiosity piqued, I clicked it.
It was just a typical general website, but unlike others, it wasn't in English or Chinese—it was in Japanese. I browsed around, quickly becoming disoriented by the strange Japanese characters.
Just as I was about to close the browser, my damned curiosity was reignited: no one in our family speaks Japanese, and few of my wife's or my friends have any connection to Japan. So how did this website end up on the computer?
I thought for a long time, ruling out all possibilities, and finally concluded it was my wife's doing. But she doesn't understand Japanese, so what was she doing on a Japanese website?
When I clicked the email icon, all my questions were answered. The ID field contained my wife's initials.
So, one of her purposes in visiting the Japanese website was to register an email address. A sudden unease crept into my heart: Why would my wife do this? We've always shared the same email address; what was her purpose in registering a different one? Was she hiding something from me?
After a struggle, I couldn't resist the temptation and decided to check her email to see what she was hiding.
The password wasn't a problem for me; following my wife's usual habit, I typed in her initials in reverse, but to my surprise, it was wrong! Damn it, did she have to be so careful? She'd even abandoned her old habits! So, this email address must be extremely important to her?!
Sweat began to bead on my forehead, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind, finally settling into a few large, blood-red words in my head: My wife is having an affair!
Impossible! This is utterly impossible! My wife is so dignified, so virtuous, so traditional; this is just my narrow-minded imagination running wild! I shook my head violently, trying to banish this filthy, desecrating thought of my pure, dignified, and beautiful wife, but it was no use; the damned thought wouldn't leave my mind.
No, I had to find out what was going on!
So I racked my brains to crack my wife's new password. After trying for about an hour, I finally gained access to her email with the help of an article on a hacker website.
It was clean, with only one email. But this one email completely devastated me, shattering my world—its subject was: "Kiss You."
A deafening roar went through my mind; I could hardly believe my eyes!
Sitting there, I took a few quick breaths, calmed my chaotic thoughts, and then reached out with trembling hands to open the email. It contained only a few short sentences: "Darling, your beautiful body is unforgettable; next time I will give you even more passion."
It was signed: "Your loving Feng." I sat stunned in front of the computer, unable to accept this fact. I told myself again and again that it wasn't real, but the image of my wife writhing and moaning under another man grew clearer and clearer in my mind.
What should I do? Should I storm into the bedroom, wake my wife, and confront her? But could she really admit it based on just a few vague words? Why did she betray me? What had I done wrong to her? Had I neglected her? Had I failed to satisfy her sexually? What had I done to wrong her?! Why did she betray me?!
In a state of utter confusion, I spent the entire night lost in these wild thoughts.
When I woke up, I found it was already bright outside, and a blanket had been placed over me. Looking at the blanket, I felt conflicted again: my wife still seemed to care about me; should I confront her now, or…? “Honey! Get up and have breakfast!” my wife called from the kitchen. I sighed: I didn't have concrete evidence yet that my wife had truly betrayed me… I'd better investigate further.
It wasn't the weekend, so even though I was exhausted, I still had to go to work. For some reason, there were an unusually large number of impromptu meetings today. The exhaustion from the previous night left me completely drained, both physically and mentally. After lunch, I collapsed onto the sofa in the break room and fell asleep…
The entire afternoon, I couldn't concentrate. My mind was filled with that email, and the image of my wife moaning and writhing under another man kept replaying in my head. These thoughts were driving me crazy.
While I was lost in thought, my boss's voice suddenly came: "Kim, are you feeling unwell? You look terrible."
I sluggishly looked up: "What?" My boss stared at my face: "I think you should go home and rest. Don't get sick during this time; the Lishan order depends entirely on you."
My boss told me to leave early, so I packed up and went home.
Standing in front of my house, I couldn't help but tremble as I thought about what the building manager had told me. He had said, "Mr. Jin, why are you and your wife leaving work so early today? Oh, right, did you have guests? I saw your wife go into the building with a man..."
A man? She...she actually dared to bring her lover home? No, no way, it must be a colleague? Or some friend?
My hand holding the keys trembled violently, and I took a long time to calm it down. Instinctively, I quietly opened the door.
In the entryway, besides her shoes, there was a pair of men's shoes—those weren't mine.
I felt dizzy, and my heart pounded. Where were she and that man? Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, where could they be? I quietly went to the bedroom door, and I could clearly hear my wife's excited panting, a sound I knew all too well.
What should I do? Rush in and catch those two? My gaze fell on the kitchen knife rack, and the muscles in my face twitched involuntarily!
But in the end, I didn't rush into the dormitory with a knife. Instead, I quietly opened the door.
The scene inside was utterly disgusting. My dignified and virtuous wife was kneeling on the floor like a bitch, and in front of her was a man's ugly buttocks. My wife was shamelessly licking the man's filthy anus with the tongue that I had gently sucked countless times!
My whole body went weak, my stomach was convulsing violently, I wanted to vomit, but after a few dry heaves, nothing came out. I wanted to rush in, but my body was so weak that I couldn't even muster the strength to take a step. Even my vocal cords seemed to have lost their function. I could only stare blankly like an idiot as my wife used her tongue to clean that man's anus again and again!
The man was clearly enjoying his wife's ministrations. He groaned as he moved his hips up and down, rubbing them against her lips and tongue. He would then slightly raise his hips, pressing his dangling scrotum against her lips. His wife chuckled softly, then opened her mouth and began sucking on one of his testicles, the sound incredibly obscene. I never knew my wife could be so lewd!
The man, aroused by his wife's sucking, writhed his bumpy buttocks. His wife, seemingly lost in the moment, pleaded with him in a sweet voice, "Good husband, let me suck your big cock, okay?"
"What? Getting hungry?" The man didn't turn around, but instead lifted his hips again, pressing his erect penis against his wife's lips. "Good girl, it tastes good."
His wife, her face contorted with lust, took the man's penis into her mouth like a bitch, then frantically moved her head back and forth. Her face slammed against the man's stinking buttocks, making a series of slapping sounds, like slaps to my face… I couldn't bear to watch any longer; my anger was burning fiercely.
"You two, you bastards, die!" I struggled to rush into the room, but tripped and fell beside them. My wife glanced at me sideways, her eyes filled with pity and contempt, but she didn't stop.
"Stop!" I screamed at her, my heart pounding with rage. But my wife ignored me, who was lying on the ground like a limp dog. Instead, she defiantly spread the man's buttocks and slowly licked the ugly man's anus again...
"No..." I was angry, resentful, and ashamed. I wanted to strangle this slut, but I desperately realized I couldn't move. **********
... "I noticed something was off with you during the meeting this morning, what's wrong?" The boss squatted down beside me, looking at me. "Look at you, all sweaty, had a nightmare?" He pulled out a handkerchief and threw it at me. "Let me tell you, if you're not feeling well, go to the hospital right away; if you're feeling down, see a psychologist. Don't cause any trouble for me during this time, that deal in Lishan... " "Wait, wait..." I hurriedly interrupted the boss, because what he said made me feel terrible—he said the same thing to me in my dream... Could it be!? No, I have to go home. "You said it yourself." I quickly stood up. "I really am feeling a bit unwell, can I go home first?" "Hehe..." The guy grinned slyly. "You haven't met up with any pretty girls, have you? Alright, go ahead." It wasn't even four in the afternoon yet, and there weren't many cars on the road, so my car quickly returned to the neighborhood. "God, please don't let me run into the building manager..." I kept praying, unable to forget that nightmare. When I got out of the car, I found my legs were shaking. Thankfully, I didn't run into the building manager. Standing at the entrance to the building, I suddenly felt relieved: "I was being too paranoid. How could my wife, such a dignified person, betray me? Besides, we love each other so much. Heh, I was overthinking it." I straightened my tie and started walking upstairs. After taking only a couple of steps, a voice suddenly came from behind me: "Mr. Jin, why are you and your wife leaving work so early today?" I stared in disbelief, then turned around abruptly. The building manager was standing behind me with a grin: "Did you have guests over today?" " What kind of evil spirit did I bump into? How could this happen? Am I still dreaming? I twisted my thigh hard—it hurt! This isn't a dream! Ignoring the building manager, I stumbled upstairs with my weak legs. My hand holding the key trembled. God, please don't let me see that scene from my dream. I'd give anything to avoid seeing that disgusting sight! I quietly opened the door and entered the entryway. My wife's shoes were there, but to my relief, there were only her own shoes, no other shoes that didn't belong to us. Thank goodness. I wiped the sweat from my brow, took off my shoes, and went inside. Where was my wife? Not in the living room, not in the kitchen. Was she sleeping because she was tired? I tiptoed towards the bedroom, listening to the door. There was no sound from inside. Although I still didn't know if my wife was inside, I finally felt completely relieved. "Honey, what are you doing? Why are you like a thief?" Suddenly, my wife's voice came from behind me, startling me. I turned around, and there she was, standing in the bathroom doorway, tilting her head and looking at me. "I thought you'd be back later. Okay, change your clothes, let's go." "Go?" I stared blankly at her. "Where to?" "Are you crazy?" My wife's eyes widened in surprise, and she reached out to touch my forehead. "You don't have a fever. Okay, let's go. Mom just called to urge me, saying that Xiao Lei and the others have arrived." " It suddenly dawned on me that today was my mother-in-law's birthday. My wife seemed to have told me this morning to take the afternoon off and come home early. I'd been through so much in less than a day; this was the first time in my life I'd experienced so much, even more exhausting than when I was courting her. My mother-in-law prepared a table full of food and drinks. My wife's sister and brother were there with their families. The atmosphere was harmonious and everyone was in good spirits, except for me, who was still a bit annoyed and drank a little too much. When it was time to go home that evening, my wife wouldn't let me drive, so we left the car at her parents' house and took a taxi home. I slept very peacefully that night, without even dreaming. The house was peaceful again, seemingly no different from before. I also put that inexplicable email..." I put the matter behind me, not intending to pursue it any further. After all, I'm a man; I shouldn't be so narrow-minded, making a simple matter so complicated, not knowing what the outcome would be. Family harmony is the most important thing. But a hidden part of me revealed the true nature beneath this seemingly carefree attitude—I was afraid. I was afraid that investigating further would lead to the results I didn't want. So, rather than saying I gave up the investigation for fear of affecting my relationship with my wife, it would be more accurate to say I was running away, running away from this problem that could potentially destroy my world. But was it really over? Did I truly no longer doubt my wife's loyalty? No. From that day on, I subconsciously intensified my observation of my wife. Years of experience as a scout had given me a meticulous mind and exceptional... My observational skills allowed me to observe my wife and discover that she had indeed changed, becoming different from before. Her concern for me had diminished considerably; the kisses we shared before leaving for work each morning were no longer as passionate, sometimes nonexistent; and when I worked late at night, there were no more phone calls, no more tender care, no more nagging about eating on time… But the biggest change was in our sex life. My wife's beautiful body had never ceased to tempt me. Before, when we were together, we would always kiss and caress each other tenderly, and when passion overwhelmed us, we would make love wildly in every corner of the house. My wife also enjoyed this spontaneous passion; she even told me, in moments of arousal, that she wanted my penis to remain permanently hard inside her. Inside my body… But now all of that is gone. Every time I make love with my wife, it's a one-woman show. She acts indifferent, offering a few perfunctory moans, sometimes not even that, claiming to be tired and simply refusing to be with me. It's too obvious, darling, you're too obvious. Are you really that tired? Or is someone else satisfying you, and you no longer need me, your husband? Even if you really betrayed me, why didn't you do it better, more discreetly? Why did you let me see through it? Where has your intelligence gone? Where has your thoughtfulness gone? I'd be willing to live a humiliating life under your fake smiles and concern, as long as I don't lose hope, because I love you, I don't want to lose you… Don't you love me anymore?

This situation tormented me for three whole months. I grew increasingly haggard, but during those three months, my mentality underwent a tremendous change, from frustration and resentment to hatred and anger. Darling, didn't you want me to see through you? Fine, I'll do as you please. I'll see just how far you can go, I'll see how deeply you can hurt me. Then you and that clearly existing adulterer can wait for my cruel revenge. Although I'm gentle by nature and always kind to you, darling, have you forgotten what I did in the army? When necessary, I don't care about killing!
I pulled out something from the bottom of a box—a Type 54 pistol, which I bought from a Dai borderman when I was about to be discharged. "Not many bullets, but enough to kill your adulterer." I carefully cleaned the gun inside and out; the black barrel gleamed with a ghostly deathly light in the darkness. I sat in the living room, quietly smoking a cigarette, then took the gun into the bedroom and pointed the muzzle at my wife's temple.
"Wife, I hope I don't see you and your lover in such a shameful state, or your pretty little head will be in danger." I murmured to my sleeping wife, pulling the trigger at the same time. A sharp click echoed in the bedroom, but my wife remained sound asleep, undisturbed.
I returned to the living room and sat down, quietly watching the dark night outside the window... The next day, I went to the company and asked my boss for a month's leave. Because I had just successfully completed a deal that brought the company considerable profit, he readily agreed.
"Also, I want to ask you for a favor." I looked at my boss, who shrugged. "Go ahead, I'll do my best." "
Announce it at a meeting later, just say I'm going on a business trip out of town." My boss looked at me strangely, but didn't ask why, and readily agreed again.
That evening at dinner, I told my wife I was going on a business trip out of town for about a month. "Hmm." My wife glanced at me, gave a simple reply, and lowered her head to continue eating, without even asking where I was going. "That bitch, she's probably so happy inside," I thought bitterly. "But her happiness won't last long."
At dawn, I didn't wake my wife and left home alone. Downstairs, I looked up at our window: "Alright, wife, now—the game begins..."
************ To my surprise, my wife didn't immediately seek pleasure with her lover after I left. She went to work and came home as usual, occasionally visiting her parents or seeing her girlfriends. I rented a car and followed my wife day and night, but after several days, I found nothing unusual. The only difference was that my wife stayed overnight at the home of her college friend, Zhang Baifeng. Zhang Baifeng was a single woman who had dated many boyfriends but had never married.
That night, I waited outside Zhang Baifeng's house and followed my wife to her workplace the next morning.
Was I wrong? Based on the observations over the past few days, my wife showed no signs of anything amiss. Was I being too sensitive and overthinking? But my wife had definitely changed. That much is certain, I never doubt my intuition. Never mind, there's still plenty of time. If I don't discover my wife's infidelity within this month, I'll love and pamper her as before… Let's wait until the end of this month to discuss everything. Since the game has started, there's no reason to give up halfway; it must continue.
Soon, twenty days passed. As the game's end approached, although my body was exhausted, my heart gradually calmed down—I realized I had indeed been overthinking. My wife hadn't betrayed me. Every time I called her, her surprised yet resentful voice sounded so real, making me feel intensely guilty.
My dear wife, I'm sorry, perhaps I really shouldn't have doubted your loyalty.
On the twenty-fifth day, I was planning to follow my wife home from her company when I suddenly received a call from my cousin saying that my aunt had been hospitalized and urgently needed money. I initially planned to withdraw money directly from the bank and send it to them, but considering my wife would also find out, I abandoned the idea. I told my cousin to wait a moment; I would go to the bank immediately and transfer the money to his account.
The bank was crowded, and I waited for about an hour. After transferring the money to my cousin's account, I figured my wife would find out about my aunt's hospitalization soon, and since it had been almost a month, I might as well go home now and visit her with my wife.
So I ran to the car dealership to return the car and then hailed a taxi to go home.
I arrived home quickly, climbed the stairs, took out my keys, and prepared to open the door. My wife should already be home by now. What should I tell her? Should I say I finished my mission early and rushed home? Okay, I'll say that!
My wife's shoes were neatly arranged in the entryway; she was home. I listened intently, and I could faintly hear sounds coming from the bedroom. My wife was there!
I took off my shoes, put my luggage in the living room, and then tiptoed into the bedroom. Ha, what was my wife doing? Changing clothes and taking a shower? What would she look like when I suddenly appeared in front of her? Thinking of my wife's alluring body, my penis, which had been celibate for almost a month, immediately became hard!
But then I stood frozen in the bedroom doorway!
The door was ajar, just enough to see half the bed, and my innocent wife's naked upper body came into view.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was shaking her head violently, her smooth, white breasts swaying with each movement: "Ah ...
I could see the man having sex with my wife if I just pushed the door open a little, but like in that unforgettable dream… my legs went weak, my mind went blank, and—I didn’t have the courage to push the door open. I stood there like a boneless dog, watching my wife being wantonly played with and fucked by another man…
“Ahhh… Feng, I really can’t take it anymore… Please spare me… You’re really going to fuck me to death…” My wife’s wanton voice continued to echo in my ears, and my heart ached. As if she knew I was outside the door, her lewd voice became even more obscene: “Good man… I can’t take it anymore… Please spare me… I… I’ll serve you, okay? I’ll serve you with my tongue, I’ll lick you, I’ll lick you wherever you want me to lick, okay?
Please spare me… I… I’ll lick your asshole…”
The shameless man chuckled lewdly, as if agreeing to his wife’s request, and her body finally stopped swaying. My wife lay there like a pile of rotten flesh, breathing rapidly. Then, she lazily got up and lay on the bed, followed by a series of licking sounds.
I closed my eyes, and the image of my wife's lewdness flashed through my mind. She was kneeling behind the man like a dog, greedily and wantonly licking his dark anus with her tongue. Her contemptuous and merciless gaze also filled my mind at the same time… That bitch!
Suddenly, a surge of shame and grief erupted like a volcano. Where was the gun? Where was my gun? I suppressed my anger, turned back to the living room, took the pistol from the box, and went back to the bedroom door. The two adulterers inside were still shamelessly flirting. The sounds of their wanton laughter and my wife licking the man reached my ears. I gripped the gun tightly, took a deep breath, tried to calm my pounding heart, and then suddenly kicked open the half-closed door and rushed in!
The two people on the bed stared at me, who was radiating murderous intent, probably wondering if they were dreaming. I was also shocked by the scene before me. What was this? Was this real?
There were two women on the bed: my wife and her best friend, Zhang Baifeng! My mind was in a daze for a while before I could make sense of it all. I remembered the email signature in my wife's inbox, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Love you, Feng" was actually "Love you, Feng"? The "man" who claimed he couldn't forget my wife's body and wanted to give her more passion was her?!
My God, the one who cheated on me was a woman?! I found it really funny, and I actually laughed out loud, almost collapsing to the ground. I was pointing the gun at both women on the bed at the same time. It wasn't that I wanted to do it on purpose, but I just couldn't control my arm shaking. I was laughing too hard. Zhang Baifeng was the first to react. She hurriedly pulled the blanket next to her to cover herself, but it was blocked by the dildo she had tied to her crotch. She tried to pull it off but couldn't. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it against herself in vain, her eyes wide with terror as she shifted from the gun in my hand to my face.
My wife screamed and threw herself off the bed, kneeling at my feet. She clung to my legs, trembling uncontrollably. "Husband...no...it's not what you think...it's not like that..."
"Oh?" I stopped laughing and looked coldly at my pale-faced wife. "Not what I think? Then I must have been mistaken?" I pointed at Zhang Baifeng, who was curled up on the bed. "You weren't fucked by your 'adulterer' just now? You didn't lick her asshole?"
I used my knee to push my wife away, slowly walked to the bed, and sat down. I used the barrel of my gun to poke at the dildo under Zhang Baifeng's crotch. "Tell me, when did you two start? Two seemingly normal women, yet they are so disgusting behind the scenes..." The barrel of the gun pressed against Zhang Baifeng's large breasts, sinking deep into the soft flesh.
Looking at the trembling, naked woman on the bed, I felt a surge of desire: "Do you really enjoy fucking my wife with this thing on?"
"No...no...she...she sometimes uses this...uses this..."
"What for? To fuck you?" I continued dragging the muzzle of my penis against her snow-white body: "You just had my wife lick your asshole, didn't you? Did it feel good?"
"Good...good...ah...no, it doesn't feel good..." Zhang Baifeng trembled more and more violently: "Jin...Jin...please...please spare me...I won't do it again..."
"Spare you?!" I laughed loudly. "You slept with my wife and you expect me to spare you?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife picking up her clothes from the floor to put them on. I suddenly turned around and shouted, "You kneel there right now! Just like that, naked!"
Seeing my wife's trembling appearance, a strange emotion slowly grew in my heart, and my penis grew harder. In an instant, a thought I had never had before appeared in my mind. I grinned and said, "Honey, come here and lie down next to your best friend."
My wife's face turned pale. She hurriedly climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Zhang Baifeng. "Husband, husband, I was wrong, please forgive me..."
"Shut up!" I yanked the blanket off the bed. "You're lucky today. If I caught you with another man..." I brandished the gun in my hand. "I've killed people when I was in the army, so I don't care about killing a couple more!" Under the gaze
of the two women, I took out a handheld camera from the cabinet. "You two continue."
"Husband..."
“Continue doing what we were doing before!” I pointed the camera at the two people on the bed. “Do it the same way you did before!”
My wife was still lying there, staring blankly at me, but Zhang Baifeng, a woman of many loves, seemed to have seen something in my actions. Not only did she lose her previous fear, but she even licked her lips lasciviously at me, then turned to my wife and said, “Xiaoyue, your husband wants to see us being intimate… Come on, let me lick you first…”
As she spoke, she knelt between my wife’s legs and began to lick her genitals.
Soon, my wife’s face began to flush, and she began to moan softly. Zhang Baifeng licked for a while, then looked at me with her pretty face covered in vaginal fluid. I pointed my middle finger at my wife, and Zhang Baifeng smiled seductively. Then she knelt between my wife’s legs and aimed the head of the large dildo at my wife’s vaginal opening.
My wife screamed, "Feng! No!"
"It's alright, it's alright..." Zhang Baifeng glanced at me furtively, and seeing that I wasn't making any moves, she reached out and pressed down on my struggling wife. "Your husband wants to see... Come on, Xiaoyue..." As she spoke, she suddenly thrust her hips forward, and a thick dildo was halfway into my wife's vagina.
"Husband! Husband! Please forgive me, I really won't do it again... Xiaofeng, please pull it out quickly, I don't want to!" My wife kicked and struggled, trying to get rid of Zhang Baifeng.
I approached them and started filming their intercourse: "Stop pretending to be innocent. Weren't you being quite lewd just now? Keep going, let me see how this slut satisfies you~ Relax, be natural, maybe we can use this exciting little film when we go to get a divorce~"
"No!!" My wife screamed, suddenly breaking free from Zhang Baifeng's grasp and throwing herself in front of me like a madwoman: "Husband~ No, I don't want a divorce, I love you, I don't want to leave you~ Please forgive me, forgive me this time, just this once, okay? I promise I won't do it again..."
I looked expressionlessly at my wife kneeling in front of me begging, but my penis was incredibly hard. Looking at my wife and Zhang Baifeng's naked and alluring bodies, I didn't know how much longer I could hold back before I could control myself and pounce on them, but not now, it wasn't time yet. Maybe if I held on a little longer, the situation I hoped for would happen.
My seemingly calm demeanor only fueled my wife's fear. She frantically tugged at my clothes, pleading, "Husband! Husband, say something!" I looked up at Zhang Baifeng, who was lying on the bed with her legs spread, staring at me. Her snow-white body and wanton expression made me involuntarily swallow.
Just then, my wife noticed my gaze was fixed on Zhang Baifeng. To my surprise, she abruptly reached down and pressed her hand against my crotch. I was startled: "What are you doing?"
My wife met my gaze urgently and said, "Honey, do you want to sleep with Xiaofeng? It's okay, it's okay, go ahead, go ahead!"
As she spoke, she started to unbuckle my belt, and soon she had stripped me naked. Then she pushed me next to Zhang Baifeng: "Xiaofeng, let my husband do it with you once, then he'll forgive me~" My wife turned to look at me: "Okay, honey? You... you'll forgive me if you sleep with her once, right?"
My penis was throbbing painfully, with bulging veins, but kneeling between Zhang Baifeng's legs, I suddenly felt somewhat lost. What was I doing?
In fact, from the moment I entered the bedroom, my resentment and dissatisfaction with my wife vanished instantly—I wasn't too angry about the fact that my wife was having an affair with another woman, because in my heart I didn't see women as adversaries. Besides, my wife's constant pleading and pleas for forgiveness told me that she hadn't betrayed me emotionally, so why should I do things that seemed rather cold-blooded? My wife's pitiful appearance really broke my heart. With just a slight thrust of my hips, my hard penis could immediately enter the vagina of a woman other than my wife. But I hesitated. If I were to penetrate Zhang Baifeng's vagina, our future life might change drastically. I had this intuition, although I didn't know what that change would be.
Seeing my hesitation, perhaps growing impatient, my wife reached out and guided my penis towards Zhang Baifeng's vagina, looking at me and saying, "Honey, go in! I'm not jealous, really not jealous. Whatever makes you happy... Hurry up!"
My wife's small hand guided my penis, pressing the engorged head against Zhang Baifeng's soft vulva. Then she moved behind me, embracing me, and whispered seductively in my ear, "Go in, fuck her hard~ She's the one who seduced me, she even said she'd introduce me to men~ Don't you want revenge?"
All my desires erupted at that moment. Yes, since my wife didn't mind and even encouraged it, what was there for me to hesitate about? Besides, Zhang Baifeng was indeed a seductive and alluring slut; no man wouldn't enjoy having sex with her. My wife twisted her hips and gently pushed me forward, and I leaned onto Zhang Baifeng's supple body, my penis ready to thrust.
"Tell me," I stared into Zhang Baifeng's eyes, "how do you want me to fuck you?"
[The End]

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