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My wife still couldn't forget Zhong. Later, she found out that the man under the wall that time was Zhong, a very refined and gentle person. During the time I was away, she and Zhong had frequent dates. One time when I came back, I found a pair of black stockings hanging on the balcony. I rarely wear stockings, and they're always the same brand—it's my habit. I asked my wife who had stayed there, and she didn't hide it from me; it was Zhong. I asked, "Didn't you say you two had broken up and lost feelings for each other?" My wife said that when she was busy, she didn't think about him, but when I wasn't there, and Zhong called her or asked her to go shopping or out to eat, she couldn't control her impulses because of his words or some ambiguous actions. In the end, it was always Zhong's question, "Do you still want to be a mother?" that made her completely let down her guard. Zhong always said, "Why suppress yourself? Didn't we have strong feelings for each other before? Weren't you happy?" I thought to myself, since I'd already been intimate with this man, there was really no need to act so reserved in front of him; it would only make him laugh at me... "So you still slept with him in the end?" I couldn't really hear what my wife said after that. The phrase "Do you still want to be a mother?" kept echoing in my mind, grating me with shame, yet deep down, a strange pleasure also welled up, alternating between the two, making me feel uncomfortable, insulted, and indescribable. That
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day, I arrived home late at night. I opened the door and went inside. My wife was asleep. I went to the bathroom to wash up, and habitually glanced at the wastebasket. There was another large wad of toilet paper, layered upon layer. I tried to ignore it, but I picked it up anyway. My heart started racing. I unwrapped it; the last few wads were rolled up, the dried liquid inside sticking together. This sight made my heart sink, violently struck by a strange, bitter feeling. I knew, but I still couldn't resist bringing it to my nose and sniffing it. That unmistakable male bodily waste aroused me, a mixture of a sour, oppressive feeling and something else. I left the bathroom and gently opened the washing machine; there was a pillowcase inside. I know my wife's habits best. I picked it up, feeling the stiffness of the dried liquid on the fabric. I started to fantasize, and arousal began to creep in. belmq
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Back in the bedroom, my wife was fast asleep. I pulled back the covers; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts round and soft, like plump jade rabbits nestled against her chest. Such a beautiful woman, yet she had been violated and defiled just hours before. I thought to myself as I lay down, trying to smell her entrance. The familiar scent of a woman carried a hot and pungent smell, the afterglow of intense penetration by a man, making me feel hot all over and my head throbbing. Unable to resist, I quickly pulled down my pants, gently parted my wife's legs, and slowly pressed my penis against her entrance. I used my fingers to separate my wife's legs... I slowly inserted my penis into my wife's slightly parted vulva, one side of her labia. It was a little dry, and my wife stirred. I didn't care whether she was awake or pretending to be asleep. I felt her vaginal cavity slightly tighten. I withdrew, then lowered my head to her vulva and began searching for her small, red clitoris with my fingers. I gently rubbed and pushed against it with my fingers, and my wife's vagina began to tremble and clench intermittently. Slippery fluid gradually appeared around my fingers. I rolled over and slowly pressed my hard penis against my wife's vulva again. The fluid had already appeared on the petals of her vulva. I dabbed the fluid on them... With a thrust of my hips, my penis slid deep into my wife's warm, soft cavity. I moved in the darkness, imagining whether the man in the same position as me an hour earlier had done the same thing. Could I, who had already thoroughly explored my wife's passage, continue to explore and enjoy it properly? My tip searched and thrust within her warm body. I kept feeling another object moving intensely alongside me—it was my body, I thought. I felt no awkwardness whatsoever. In this feeling, my movements became even more vigorous. I arched my wife's legs, lifting her full buttocks to make it easier for me to enter. Deeper still, I was battling with the virtual man's member, competing to see who could penetrate this woman's body deeper and longer. I felt that everywhere I went, there were traces of his weapon's impact. I was effortlessly traversing the passages explored by the previous man. I could feel the clues he left inside my wife, clues deeply imprinted on her tender, soft vaginal cavity. I couldn't imagine if my wife, in her feigned sleep, was also comparing, but I couldn't deny that both men, one before and one after, could give her excitement and pleasure. [email] [protected]
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My wife's vaginal walls began to clamp down, her vaginal walls perhaps already adjusting to the second visitor hours later. The impact was similar, but the difference lay in the man's scent, angle, force, and position. I wanted to penetrate deeper into her, to surpass the very depths reached by the man who had been there a few hours earlier. I didn't know the result of the comparison, but my wife's juices were flowing more and more. I think she felt this most keenly; perhaps the torrent of juices better described her pleasure. She was like a delicate peach, offering her juicy core to the men who wanted to taste her. q5x)pm
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My wife's plump buttocks began to twist, and her vagina began to rub against me. In this state, I reached my peak of excitement, violently ejaculating inside my wife's body, which still bore the traces of that man. I held my wife tightly in my arms, and we reached our climax together. {]kgwk*.
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wife, while being embraced and kissed by me, revealed that Zhong had left around 1 a.m. "How would he explain to his wife if he got home late?" I said this, intending to hurt her and make her understand her place in my heart. My wife's excitement hadn't completely subsided, and in the afterglow of the pleasure, she recounted a long story from last night. She said that Zhong only wanted to take her home, and he hugged her at the door. She was anxious and angry, afraid of being seen by the neighbors and losing face. Fortunately, the lights in the hallway were silent and quickly went out. She didn't dare move, and Zhong suddenly slipped his hand inside her clothes, kissing her and kneading her breasts. My wife felt powerless. Zhong then grabbed her hand and made her touch his genitals, which were already swollen. His hand then slipped into her pants, quickly pushing in. My wife only realized she was wet when his fingers slid in smoothly, without her noticing. "And then?" my wife stammered. I pressed her for an answer. "I don't know how I got home. I just know he was holding me, he helped me open the door with the key, and then we were in the bedroom..." I wasn't satisfied and continued to "interrogate" her. In her description, I felt as if I were in that passionate scene, "seeing" my wife's clothes scattered on the floor. Before he could even take them off, he thrust his hungry penis into her already wet and throbbing vagina. My wife's empty lower body desperately needed the comfort of this man who wasn't her husband. In her moments of pleasure and intensity, she would instinctively hug his strong waist... Finally, I thought of the crumpled tissues in the bathroom, the pillowcase in the washing machine... I couldn't stop the surreal imagining. My wife, however, was already slightly drowsy, her arms wrapped around my neck. I gently released her arms from my neck, tiptoed to the bathroom, and released my pent-up excitement and resentment onto that pillowcase
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I don't want Zhong and my wife to get too close. I sense the tension in the air before a storm. My wife says she only experiences sexual pleasure with Zhong, not emotional connection. But time and again, she can't resist Zhong's sexual advances. She mentions him more and more. In our daily life, she'll say things like, "Zhong didn't seem well at work today, is something wrong at home?" or "He told me his clothes looked nice and pretty." During our sex life, when I mention imaginary men taking turns with her, it's always when I mention Zhong's name that her vagina tightens the most and she's most aroused. I've specifically asked her what it is about Zhong that makes her so attached and unforgettable. She said she didn't know, but he smelled good. The scent emanating from his body and armpits when he was on top of her aroused her even more. His movements were always gentle and measured; he could give her the perfect pleasure with his hard, masculine member when she was most desperate… At this point, I began to feel that this man named Zhong was simply a devil. I, who had never taken this seriously before, began to seriously consider the consequences. But when I met Zhong, he always smiled humbly, was impeccably dressed, and extremely polite to me. You could never imagine that this charming man was the same man who had repeatedly undressed my wife and laid her on our bed for our trysts. It seemed there was always an indelible smell of his armpits in our bedding, and his scent hanging on the balcony… On the stage, his black stockings were drying in the sun; the crumpled paper in the wastebasket; the many pillowcases he'd thrown away for me... I began to hate this man, but I didn't know how to vent this hatred. I couldn't tell anyone that he was my wife's lover, someone I'd previously tacitly approved of. We'd played games with my wife together; we'd even taken turns caressing and penetrating her on my bed. I didn't want to argue or fight with my wife about this. I liked her happiness; she felt like a pampered noblewoman, surrounded by two men, without a care in the world. Her laughter filled the house. When I was home, she was always with me, only occasionally mentioning his name and other things unintentionally. I could tell she didn't mean it, but the happiness was real. She no longer suggested meeting new friends; even when I showed her a video of her meeting someone, she barely said a word before forwarding it to me and going to watch TV. I thought it was his unique sexual methods and techniques that captivated her, so I started telling her about Guan Hui's prowess and extraordinary abilities.
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Hui is a friend on our dedicated QQ account. Because he's big and burly and not very talkative, he's quite different from our usual casual sex partners. My wife describes him as vulgar. I've met him several times in Jinan. My interactions with him are mostly based on the feeling that he listens to my feelings; he's very warm and understanding. Whenever I go to Jinan, I always ask him to drink and chat with me if I have free time. The more we interact, the more he wants to meet my wife, but she says she doesn't feel anything after seeing him on video. So I told my wife about my offline impressions of him, saying he's a good person and I could try dating him. My wife... For a while, I was very close to Zhong and never considered getting to know Hui. I didn't want to force her. Once, while drinking with Hui, he again asked me about my wife's threesome with someone else. During the conversation, Hui repeatedly pressed me for details. Finally, Hui did something that surprised me. He said, "Brother, come here," and pulled me to the bathroom. At the toilet, he pulled on his zipper as if to urinate, then turned around, and a huge, erect penis suddenly sprang up in front of me. I hadn't expected this action and was too embarrassed to look at a man's genitals. So afterwards, I could only vaguely recall his thick pubic hair and that very thick, black penis. I left the bathroom somewhat bewildered. Five or six minutes later, he returned to his seat and said he had just masturbated. I couldn't believe it. He said it was too stimulating and he couldn't control himself. I laughed and said to him, "With a penis this big, your sister-in-law will definitely like it." He said, "My sister-in-law doesn't even want to see me, how could she like me?" I patted my chest and said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll definitely make her agree." After drinking, I regretted it, but I couldn't back out of my promise. Besides, Hui is a really good person, so I couldn't go back on my word. For me, breaking a promise is a shameful thing, neither at work nor in life. Actually, it also had something to do with Hui's actions in the bathroom that time. In my imagination, my wife being penetrated by such a rather clumsy, large-penised man would be the most exciting thing for me. I fantasized about the moment Hui's dark, thick penis squeezed into my wife's vagina... When I got home, I
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my wife about it. She laughed and said that Hui was quite funny. I then added fuel to the fire by describing how thick and long Hui's penis was. My wife looked at me incredulously. I said, "I'm afraid you can't handle it." My wife didn't say anything, just smiled and went to do her work. xrqzzr5\
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I found an opportunity to invite Hui to our city. No one from home could come without my wife's permission, so we ate out. My wife was initially reluctant, but after my repeated insistence, she felt bad about not going since he had come all this way, and also because I told her Hui really liked her, which made her feel a bit better. So she dressed up and went anyway. Afterwards, my wife commented on Hui's specially made-up appearance, saying he looked alright, but a bit dark and dirty. I retorted, "Do you just like pretty boys? He's not very sweet-talking, but he's a good person." My wife didn't even look at me and said, "I don't feel anything. You'd rather he come to you, wouldn't you?" I was speechless, but I still couldn't give up, also because of my promise. As arranged by me, Hui came to our city again. I told my wife that Hui had come to ** on business, but he was careless and his money was stolen. I trusted him, so I
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he stay at our house and go back tomorrow. Later, I thought my wife might have sensed something, but she didn't stop him. I wondered if she was trying to please me and hoping I wouldn't mind her relationship with Zhong. She didn't question me much and agreed to let Hui come, but only to stay in the study. I settled Hui in the study and gave him the computer. He wanted to read my articles, so I brought them up for him. I teased him softly, saying
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after tonight, he would also appear in my articles if he didn't mind. He said, "Sure, I really want to be the protagonist in your articles, but please don't write about my personal details." I said, "That's for sure. I will write about you objectively, except for some of your personal details." He said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied to be here with you."
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My wife and I were watching TV in the bedroom with the door slightly ajar. Hui went to the bathroom for a long time. I had a thought, so after he went back to his study, I went to check. I opened the washing machine and found that my wife's bras and panties had been rummaged through. My guess was right; Hui must have smelled my wife's underwear there. Later, I asked him on QQ, and he admitted it, saying it was because of his fondness and affection for his sister-in-law. lvjfdpv9
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After I went back to the study and told him this, I went back to the bedroom. My wife didn't ask anything and continued watching TV. Around 11 p.m., we turned off the TV and went to sleep. I had pre-loaded a very intense movie on the DVD player. While my wife was half asleep, I started to get restless, my hands wandering all over her body, ears, and buttocks. She started to get passionate. I said, "Let's call Hui over," but she still shook her head and whispered, "No." So I stopped talking and continued to tease her. I sucked on her soft earlobe. My wife was like a gracefully writhing snake beneath me. She held my head. I turned on the bedside lamp, actually to let her lie on my stomach... Looking out the bedroom window, we appeared as two voluptuous, fiery bodies writhing in the warm glow of the lamp. I turned on the TV and DVD player, which were in sleep mode. The screen displayed the same passionate bodies. My wife's eyes were half-closed as she watched the screen. My fingers probed her vagina; it was already wet. I didn't rush in, but instead circled my fingers around the outside, then slipped them inside briefly, then pulled them out, continuing to circle them with her juices, then gently probing again, then withdrawing. My fingers only gave my wife a feeling of being filled. She started pulling me towards her, her hands groping for my penis, stroking it
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I got up, pulled the pillowcase over her face, and then stood up, rubbing my glans against her vulva. My wife twisted slightly as she was rubbed, her hips moving up, down, left, and right beneath me. My glans was covered in her juices, glistening under the lamp. I waved to Hui at the window, and the door opened softly. Hui was barefoot, his briefs bulging uncomfortably; his penis couldn't even be contained within them. At first, he held onto the hem of his briefs, afraid it would pop out, but in the end, he stopped displaying his desire. He casually pulled off his shorts, revealing the large, thick penis of another stranger, not belonging to this bedroom, protruding in front of my wife and me. Imagining what this man would do with my wife, my own erection grew even more glaring. Unable to suppress my desire, I immediately thrust my penis into my wife's body. Instantly, her warm, jellyfish-like, tender folds tightly enveloped my penis. I was being pulled and protected, pushed forward by her embrace, swimming deep into my wife's body. (s944?%ds)
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quietly got into bed, sitting next to his wife but not touching her. His penis was throbbing intensely. I took one of my wife's hands and made her grasp Hui's genitals. The sensation of Hui's thick penis stimulated her vagina, causing it to tighten. She didn't resist, but simply gripped Hui's shaft tightly. I took the opportunity to thrust violently several times. After I stopped, my wife's hand began to stroke Hui's penis. Hui then leaned closer. I began to marvel at its length, even wondering if my wife's body could... Pierced by him, his wife's hand traced down Hui's thick penis to his testicles, rubbing them, then moving to his shaft. Her white hands against Hui's dark penis resembled white lotus blossoms on a black, fleshy rod. Hui's hand moved from his wife's chest to the sparse pubic hair on her chin, then lingered at her lips. He hesitated, but tentatively began to tease her lips. His wife's hand gripped Hui's penis tightly, her pressure fluctuating with the movement of his fingers around her labia
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thrusting into my wife dozens of times, I stopped, holding her soft, hot body on top of me. My wife, thinking I had ejaculated, reluctantly shifted her hips a few times, releasing her grip on Hui's hand and pulling me onto her body. Her vagina clenched tightly a few times, as if sensing my shrinkage. I pretended to be weak, then suddenly lifted my hips, pulling my penis out of her wet vagina. My wife clung to me even tighter, showing her intense desire and unwillingness to give up. I gestured for Hui to take my place, and I moved aside, sucking on her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and red, like small, pink lychee seeds, beautifully erect. As soon as I suckled, she gasped, while her hands moved down my body, searching for her desired object. I leaned back, but she couldn't reach it. Hui moved to my position, touching her legs to spread them wider. My wife's legs immediately clenched together like a startled clam when his hand touched them. I used one hand to... Hui slowly parted his wife's legs. Her legs were still slightly closed, but we began to separate them slightly from their initial overlap. As we slowly parted them, we could feel her resistance weakening. I was eager to fulfill my desire. I gently embraced her from under her, then inserted my fingers deeper into her body. Her legs immediately clamped around my arm, then we gently separated them again. Hui was already impatient; his hard penis throbbed. He had been eyeing the body beneath his nose for a long time. Seeing the opening between her legs, he immediately leaned forward, his penis pressing against the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina. Her legs jerked open in surprise, but they ended up clamping around Hui's thick waist. I slowly withdrew my fingers. Her legs offered no resistance, limply spreading down. Only her buttocks swayed slightly from side to side beneath Hui, revealing a fierce struggle between her rational resistance and her physical desire.
Hui sat up slightly, searching for the exact entrance to his wife's vagina by the light. The labia minora shifted slightly with each twist, revealing the entrance within, an alluring sight that made him eager to enter. Hui,
panting heavily, gripped his rough penis and forced it downwards, pressing the glistening, black glans against his wife's slightly parted, rosy labia. His wife seemed to awaken from a dream, writhing even more violently. Hui pressed down hard on her waist and legs, preventing his penis from slipping from her vaginal opening. I covered my lips with his wife's, licking her tongue. A heavy downward pressure came from his wife's side; she groaned, her lower body twisting powerfully before ceasing to move, suddenly enveloping my tongue. I didn't look back, but I knew Hui had finally gotten his wish. His thick penis
, like a gleaming submarine on a battlefield, plunged into my wife's secret place.
I used my hand to wed them, afraid that Hui's long shaft would be too much for my wife to handle, and dared not let him go all the way in. The texture of Hui's hard penis tingled against my skin; it was now erect and pressing against my wife's soft, moist opening. I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache at the thought of my wife's body being taken over by this stranger. Before, I had been full of hope; now, I felt only bitterness and regret. But I slowly withdrew my hand, finally seeing Hui's shaft firmly pressed against my wife's opening. The thick, glossy pubic hair I had seen in the hotel bathroom that day was now truly there, covering my wife's... On the swaying, slightly curled pubic hair, Hui slowly withdrew his body until he was completely out. His wife's hand, which had been wrapped around my back, began to gently pull me closer, as if awakening. I hadn't expected my wife to adapt so quickly. I even thought that for a moment she would have cried out, squeezed and torn by Hui's rapid, thick penetration. But it seemed she had accepted it. I also knew that for a moment she couldn't connect Hui's intrusion with the act of penetration itself. Hui had eagerly and savagely given her a completely new male genitalia entering her body. And what about penetration? I couldn't imagine. Perhaps it was gentleness, passion, and tenderness... I, however, hoped that Hui's savage force would leave a deep imprint on her body. Ideally, this imprint would completely cover the sensations I had given her! I hoped that her thoughts, like her body, were beginning to crave this man she had previously resisted, perhaps only temporarily. But at this moment, she was willing to be entered. Hui was very attentive to the force of his movements, the depth of penetration; it seemed that men, too, were very curious about penetrating a strange woman's body, just like the previous incident with the engineering student and his classmate, and the man from Jinan. Everyone I was present with was concerned. I had previously told Hui a lot about my wife's preferences... Okay, at this point he got into it. I told him that every time I thrust in as hard as I could, I could feel the tightness of a small opening deep inside my wife, which I assumed was the cervix, but I couldn't penetrate it. I teased him, saying that with such a long penis, he could definitely get through. He really wanted to experience that for himself, but when it went very deep, my wife couldn't take it anymore and used her hand to block his way in. So Hui stopped being so forceful and instead turned my wife over. My wife obediently turned over, the pillowcase fell off, and she just kept her eyes closed, as was her habit. Her two breasts swayed beneath her bent body, large and white
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Hui thrust back into his wife's vagina, which had been wide open from his previous penetration. It would have been more appropriate to shove it in. I began to feel a real pang of heartache. Hui's violent movements startled me. I regretted telling Hui, in order to get revenge on my wife, that she liked to be penetrated very violently. Hui started thrusting from behind. I was behind them, and he vigorously pushed and shook my wife's buttocks or moved his own waist. His two large testicles swayed with his movements. My blood was boiling. I realized that at this moment, I wished I were just an observer. This scene was like the barbaric man next door guarding the courtyard and the concubine in the mansion who couldn't suppress her lust and were having an affair. At their point of union, my wife's slightly turned labia, like a child pouting in anger, tightly sucked and enveloped Hui's fully inserted black shaft. His testicles were pressed tightly against the base of his penis, but a small section of the base protruded, allowing me to see the bulge of his engorged urethra. His wife, probably starting to feel pleasure from Hui's thrusting, had grown accustomed to his vigorous and less gentle movements. When Hui paused briefly, she would unconsciously twist her hips to signal her needs. Hui's dark legs were positioned between his wife's white thighs, reminding me of Liu Bin's intense encounter with his wife in Beijing, in a similar position. Men's positions during sex seem quite similar; the only difference lies in the thick hair on the wife's legs or Hui's thick, dark legs. I hadn't forgotten to do something else. I took the condom from under the pillow. Hui withdrew from his body, tore off the sheath, and carefully put it on his penis. The condom was stretched taut, only covering about two-thirds of the penis. I was truly astonished by its size, but soon, his penis, covered by the sheath, was again hidden in the shadow of his wife's lower body. So?hun
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Hui thrust into his wife firmly and urgently for a full half hour, his face and body covered in sweat. At the last moment, the terrifying force of the impact made a loud cracking sound as his wife's buttocks slammed against his flesh. His wife's vagina was completely opened by his penetration. Hui's insertion was basically straight in and out. He didn't even need to look at his wife's lower opening. He directly thrust his completely withdrawn penis straight into her body. His wife's hair was disheveled. The scent of Amway shower gel was wafted into the air of the bedroom by her extremely high body temperature. It mixed with the smell of my and Hui's sweat, creating a strange and crazy smell. Several times , my wife was knocked down by Hui
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blows. Hui then pulled her up and squeezed her legs together. I put my penis in my wife's mouth, but it kept slipping out as she was violently pounded from behind. I could only hope that Hui would ejaculate as soon as possible. I was heartbroken and my penis was already limp. Hui half-squatted up, positioned himself on my wife's buttocks in a high position, and thrust his waist forward hard. He pressed my wife's neck down and pushed her back against him. Then he grabbed my wife's breasts tightly, growling deeply as he thrust deeper and then stopped moving. My wife spat out my limp penis, closed her eyes,
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held Hui's hand on her breast, motionless, enduring the primal release of the man behind her. Hui squatted on my wife's buttocks, his legs half-bent, his gluteal muscles still contracting. Then he hugged my wife and pressed his face against her back. Only his lower body was still twitching slightly. In the silence, the feeling in the bedroom was rapidly settling down. Hui, now calm, looked up at me, then at his wife. She was still lying face down beneath him, motionless. I made no comment or expression. His wife's face was covered by her messy hair. Hui tried to pull out, separating his body from his wife's slightly. He then reached down and gripped the end of the condom, slowly withdrawing it from her body. The wrinkled tip of the condom on his still-erect penis was covered in milky white semen, so much that it overflowed the top of the condom. If it weren't for the restraint of this membrane, his wife's vagina would have been filled with Hui's semen by now. Her empty, swollen vaginal opening, devoid of the usual male discharge, seemed desolate, further reinforcing my sense of Hui's brutal and ruthless approach to his wife. He was just there for a game, devoid of any genuine emotion. This man was only interested in those final few seconds, traveling from one city to another to release his pent-up physiological and psychological curiosity into the body of the woman I called my wife. For me, I truly enjoyed this game, even more so the spiritual than the physical. As for my wife, I hoped she could experience ultimate pleasure each time, becoming a woman completely immersed in the experience. Those men who rose and fell on her body were merely seen as objects of sexual pleasure. With the tools ready, they could provide me with intense visual stimulation and bring my mind and body to an extreme climax. As my thoughts grew, I began to swell again. I got up and inserted my pent-up penis into my wife's body. The book said that a woman's vagina has great adaptability. I felt that my wife's hole, which had just been opened by something big and thick, was indeed a bit loose, unlike anything I had experienced with other men before. However, I have always preferred looser holes, feeling that I wouldn't ejaculate too quickly. During my thrusting, I stimulated the upper part of my wife's vagina in waves. My wife didn't respond as usual and didn't show much reaction. I began to feel bored and wanted to finish quickly. Finally, I ejaculated profusely, and my wife lay exhausted on the bed. I held her and asked her, "Was it good?" My wife didn't speak, looking at me weakly with her eyes closed. This was the only time I had ever seen my wife being penetrated so vigorously. After zd{ * j
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, Hui went to take a shower. My wife and I didn't say anything. I just held her. She nestled in my arms like a wounded kitten. After Hui greeted me and went back to the study to sleep, my wife went to the bathroom to groom herself. There was no sound for a while. I gently pushed open a crack. My wife was sitting on the toilet, looking sad. She lowered her head and touched her labia with her hand. I went in and squatted in front of her. I spread her legs. Her labia were broken and swollen, like fallen petals, and turned outwards. Then she closed her eyes and waited for something. "Splash!" A stream of clear yellow hot urine came out from between her lips. During this, she frowned, as if she was in pain. After she finished, I quickly handed her a soft tissue. She wiped herself very gently. Then she got up, took a shower, and went back to the bedroom. We remained silent. In the morning, Hui sneaked into the bedroom again and started playing with his wife's body. His wife strongly objected, and Hui was helpless. I also signaled to him not to try to enter his wife anymore. Hui didn't know what was wrong that made his wife treat him like this, but he still stopped and lay down next to his wife. I grabbed his wife's hand and pressed it against Hui's hairy lower abdomen and erect penis. His wife just held it or gripped it, neither moving nor pulling it away. I told Hui to move his body up and put his penis near her mouth. Then I gently pushed it in. His wife slowly opened her mouth, and Hui carefully pushed it in, little by little. Only when it was halfway in did his wife's throat start to reflexively gag. Hui quickly pulled it out and pointed to his wife's anus. I quickly shook my head. Finally, Hui started masturbating. Just before he was about to ejaculate, I turned his wife's body over, and Hui lay on her face, shooting his semen into his wife's open mouth. His wife was only ejaculated into a few times before she quickly got up, grabbed a pillowcase to cover her chest, and ran to the bathroom. Then came the sound of vomiting.
I told Hui to go back to his study and rest early, or go back to Jinan. At noon, my wife called and said her lower abdomen felt heavy and bloated, wondering if it was over. She kept complaining of the feeling, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor examined her and said it was nothing serious, just mild cervical erosion, and prescribed effervescent tablets.

We didn't talk much that evening. I met Hui on QQ and asked him how he was doing. He said he was fine, but he didn't know what happened this morning. I said, "Your wife hurts down there, why didn't you go gentler?" Hui said, "Brother, you told me to go harder!" His girlfriend couldn't handle his big penis; he usually only inserted about halfway, not daring to go very deep, so he never felt satisfied. He was very happy with our encounter this time, saying it would be even more comfortable next time without a condom. He even asked me, "I read in your articles that I like other men to ejaculate inside my wife, can't I?" I thought to myself, "Hopefully next time." He boasted, "Brother, aren't I strong?" I didn't want to continue the conversation on my end of the screen and said I had to go offline. Actually, I wanted to talk to my wife. 1)

My wife was watching TV and seemed much better. I tried to talk to her, mentioning that I'd met Hui and asking how his wife was. She just replied with an "oh." I asked if she felt anything this time.

She said she didn't feel anything for him personally, and that it wouldn't have happened the first time if it weren't for his sake. Seeing that she had talked to me, I knew my wife wasn't too upset, so I continued to ask her gently, "Is his thing big? How can you handle it?"
My wife said it was big enough, but actually I didn't want to have sex with him in the first place. You even helped him let me penetrate you. Later, I didn't want to refuse anymore, there was no point in refusing, so I let him in. What did it feel like?
Big, very big. I couldn't stand the swelling when he first entered. I held my breath
and let him push in. Did it feel good after he went in? Not the comfort of sex, but the comfort of swelling. His thrusting made me feel like his penis was a big straw. When he pulled it out, I felt empty, like something had emptied my stomach. And then what? Later I lost consciousness, I just knew he was penetrating me, moving constantly. When he thrust harder, I felt a burning pain inside. I was pressing my stomach, didn't you see? When he came from behind, it felt like he was piercing my vagina. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain inside, and he released me. It felt like his penis was penetrating my uterus, followed by pain. I tried to back away, but he pulled me towards him. After that, I lost all pleasure. It felt like being raped. I think this is what being raped feels like—it's so dry inside, burning hot. Wearing a condom made it even drier. I felt terrible. Was there absolutely no pleasure? If there was any, it was just the stimulation. I've never been with anyone else. Now I think about those foreign women in those movies being brutally penetrated by those men. Could they handle it? They'd be killed! I've experienced it firsthand, and it was so big! Just thinking about it makes me shudder. Didn't you get through it too? You seemed quite happy in the middle, and you were even twisting around, haha? Why wouldn't I be happy? You're happy watching me be happy, so if I'm not comfortable, I'm not losing out. Let me ask you again, when you see a man like that touching your wife, are you really comfortable? [email protected]
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So I quickly explained, "I am very comfortable. I'm happy to see you being loved by others. At least my wife is liked by so many people, how could I not be? If you went out on the street and no man even glanced at you, wouldn't you live a pitiful life? u484uvsz
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But this doesn't seem like love. It seems like I've become a tool for you, just to satisfy some kind of desire. I don't know if this desire is normal, but at least among most people, your mentality is problematic." This is the first time we've talked so deeply. I've always avoided exploring my own true feelings
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but my wife's words have opened the floodgates of questions. I genuinely enjoy this bittersweet, painful, and intensely ecstatic feeling, a feeling that only begins the moment a strange man penetrates my wife, reaching its climax when they ejaculate inside her. I'm most fascinated by the way my wife's vulva is slightly turned inside out by another man, watching him thrust violently on her. I long for my wife to understand, so we can communicate better. But now it seems there's a small problem. I'm trying to find where this problem originates or where its root lies. Is it that my wife's feelings for Zhong have begun to make her infatuated with him more than with the pleasure of physical intimacy, or is her focus on Zhong causing her to become resistant to other men?
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told my wife my feelings and thoughts about this, and my serious expression made her smile broadly. :^`n"ky}
Okay, this isn't an academic seminar, I'm just a little confused. I never noticed it before, I just thought it was a new way of life for couples. But I really don't like this kind of man I don't like. How did I ask him to penetrate me? Now, besides remembering how big and swollen he was, I can't remember what he looked like. d ohzqa
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Speaking of this, I involuntarily got an erection again. I don't know where my previous reflection went. The idea of having Hui penetrate my wife popped into my head again, but I didn't dare to say it. My wife touched my hard penis and said with a coquettish smile, "Are you thinking about those messy things again? If you really want to, let Zhong do it." Mentioning Zhong, a certain simple desire of mine became even stronger, but thinking of his face, although he smiled humbly, I felt he was so sinister. Why does my wife like this kind of pale-faced man? Like Wei Zhongxian on a stage covered in white ash. \pht$"-ex 4.
Despite my thoughts, I didn't forget to peel off my wife's clothes and suckle her breasts. In no time, we were rolling around together. The foreplay without another man was a little awkward, but my wife seemed happy. We played happily in love. To help her reach even greater heights, I carefully described how to fuck her. My wife quickly reached her peak, wave after wave. [zrjq-s0t
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Hui tasted the essence, and a week later she came again. This time it was troublesome. I was afraid of hurting him, so I told Hui, "Your sister-in-law doesn't seem to be very comfortable with you." ~"_peu!
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Hui asked me, "But your sister-in-law looked very attractive that day. This time I'll be gentle with her, brother, is that okay?" g ?hn}mc Actually
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down I really wanted my wife to be with him again, because the visual experience with Hui was the most stimulating. Just thinking about Hui's huge penis slowly squeezing into my wife's vagina aroused me. I was so excited that I thought about bringing Hui home again. I knew that if I insisted, my wife would agree, but I didn't want to force her too much. I came up with an idea.
That
afternoon, I asked my wife to bring Zhong home. My wife said that Zhong wasn't very receptive to or liked being with three people. "Don't you know that?" I said, "I'll only listen to the phone outside, I won't go home, okay, wife?" After saying that, I started to tease her. My wife slowly got into the mood. Seeing that the time was right, I pulled my fingers out of my wife's vagina.
"Call
Zhong," I whispered to my wife. Then I took out her phone, found Zhong's number, and dialed. My wife didn't stop me. After the call connected, she softly said she missed him and wanted him to come over. I don't know what the other person said, but they hung up quickly. My wife asked where I was going. I said I was going to hide in the study and lock the door. My wife said, "Don't make a sound. It'll be embarrassing if he knows about your hobby." I said, "No problem." So I went to the study, drew the curtains, and locked the door.
Zhong
arrived quickly. Through the curtains, I saw him enter and immediately take his wife into the bedroom. They talked in the bedroom, not the frenzied lovemaking I had imagined on the living room floor as soon as they entered. Disappointed, I tried to hear what they were saying, but I could only hear their voices, not understand what they were saying. Occasionally, I heard his wife giggling. After waiting for about half an hour, Zhong came out and sat on the sandpit in the living room. He started taking off his clothes, finally his trousers. A large bunch of keys around his waist jingled as he pulled down his trousers. This was the third time I had heard that sound, always so close, from outside the No. 17 Middle School wall to outside the curtains in my home. Zhong hung his clothes on the coat rack in the living room, carefully familiarizing himself with them, as if he were in his own home. Finally, he even straightened his trousers, methodically. A strange feeling welled up inside me. I watched him go into his wife's bedroom in his shorts
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In my study, I fantasized about how my wife and he would roll around together, wondering how long their kiss would last, when he would start sucking and kneading her soft breasts, when he would spread her legs, and when he would enter her body. As I was speculating, the sound of teeth chattering came from the bedroom. I started masturbating, my mind filled with disgusting images of a penis going in and out of my wife's vagina. The man's heavy breathing and his wife's moans seeped into my ears through the crack. About twenty minutes later, he emerged naked from the bedroom. At that moment, I felt an urge to rush out and punch him on the back of the head. He strolled off to the bathroom like a diner who had eaten and drunk his fill and didn't have to pay. The sound of him showering filled the air. He finished quickly, and naked and clean, he swaggered back to the bedroom like a boar, his manhood swinging arrogantly with each step. The urge to rush out and kick him in there surged again. Back at the bedroom, their conversation resumed, filled with teasing. Then he went back to the living room to get dressed, wearing shorts. The clanging of keys was still jarring through the crack. My wife, naked, opened the door for him and saw him off. As soon as the door closed, I sent the text message I'd sent to Hui. I opened the door, pulled my wife into the bedroom, and found the pillowcase and blanket on the floor, damp with stains. My wife was going to take a shower. I wouldn't let her, saying I wanted to see what she looked like inside. I spoke incredibly obscene words, repeating my earlier fantasies, interspersed with descriptions of Zhonghe and Hui having sex with her. My wife's excitement, which had just subsided, began to surge again. I inserted my fingers into my wife's vagina; it was wet. I scraped some out with my fingers and smeared it on my wife's nose. My wife sniffed excitedly, and her vagina began to contract and tighten. With repeated squeezing, her vagina became sticky, and an even stronger fishy smell emanated from her vagina. "Damn it, I've ejaculated all my filth into my wife's vagina, and now it's all flowing out." My wife wanted to grab a pillowcase to wipe it again, but I wouldn't let her. I just scraped it out and smeared it on my wife's nipples, face, and lower abdomen. My phone rang. I answered; it was Hui downstairs, asking me to open the door. I said to my wife, "Hui's here." My wife reluctantly said, "Why is he here? Oh my god!" I said, "Let him come up. Isn't your little pussy still hungry?" "Let him have his dick, he'll feed you," my wife didn't say anything, so I opened the door and let Hui come up. As soon as
he
entered, I quickly called Hui into the bedroom. My wife was wearing a bra, and her lower body was covered by the blanket, so I couldn't see. I told Hui to hug my wife. Hui quickly took off his clothes and got into bed, squeezing into the blankets. My wife was a little uncomfortable, but the bold Hui hugged her tightly and gently stroked her body. I covered them with the blankets, and Hui then pulled my wife down to his body. The bed instantly became a small haven of tenderness. My wife was held beneath Hui's muscular body, and he excitedly kneaded and squeezed every part of her body, kissing her face, neck, earlobes, and chest, lowering his head until his head was below her stomach. Under Hui's kisses, my wife couldn't help but gasp. Encouraged by her cries, Hui kissed her from top to bottom, down to her ankles, finally lowering his head at her vulva, parting her legs, and thrusting his tongue into her opening. His wife had no strength left to struggle, only whimpering like captured prey helplessly at the feet of its conqueror. She must have been unbearably itchy; no one knew her better than me. She couldn't wait for that guy to take her with his big gun. A few hours ago, she would have resisted him, but now she was writhing uncomfortably under his mouth. She must have fantasized about Hui's tongue, licking her vagina, growing larger and thicker, its long barbs penetrating her weak vagina. Hui looked like a black bear greedily devouring honey from a beehive, especially with his wife's legs spread wide and raised above his head. Her white legs, her slender ankles, contrasted against his dark face, made the "punishment" he was about to inflict on her even more palpable. The
wife reached under her head and clutched the pillow, her body already utterly exhausted from the
continuous assaults of the two men. She was desperately trying to suppress her desires, not wanting the man on top of her to see them. She didn't want the body she had just been penetrated by to be played with by this man she usually dismissed as vulgar. Yet, this man was now igniting a burning fire within her. Her face was flushed, her legs trembling from his licking. She couldn't bear to be swept away from the passionate lovemaking of the first man and immediately fall into the arms of another. The way they held her, the strength of their arms, even their body odor were completely different. Hui was like a cunning hunter, battling with his wife. This woman, whom he had once pinned down, was, in his eyes, just a woman, a pure woman. He couldn't tolerate any resistance or disdain from her. He only wanted to truly conquer her, to make her willingly open her gates and ask for his desires. Hui stripped off his shorts, straddled his wife's face, and circled his thick, dark penis around her face. Then he rubbed his penis against her lips before penetrating deeper. His wife opened her mouth, and Hui's penis slid inside. Her mouth was stretched wide, almost unbelievable. Her cheeks bulged as if she were eating a delicacy with kernels. Hui carefully probed in shallowly, then pulled out, leaving only the round, large glans and a tiny bit of the shaft moving in her mouth. After he pulled out, his wife even licked it with her small tongue.

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