My wife borrowed my seed, my friend rode.

"Hey, how much did you give Lei Zi?"
"Five hundred, isn't that the same for everyone?"
"Holy crap, who is this? Ten thousand! What's their relationship?" Today is my son's third birthday. I overheard this conversation as I passed the gift table. I casually picked up the gift list, and sure enough, it was him—Brother Yao. He used to be my closest brother, and only he would have a reason to give such a big gift.
My thoughts drifted back to four years ago. Back then, my wife Tingting and I had been married for over a year and didn't have any children.
That night, as usual, I was on top of my wife, working hard. Ten minutes later, I finished. After ejaculating, I quickly got out of bed.
"Wife, the hot water is here." "Wife, cover yourself with the blanket." "Wife, here's a hot towel for you." That's me, a good man and a good husband who puts his wife first. As long as his wife is happy, he doesn't care if he has to do anything. This seemed like a virtue, but it later became one of the factors that led to the development of events.
"Ugh, you ejaculated inside again! Now I have to wash up before I can sleep!" Seeing my face flush and pale, and feeling embarrassed, Tingting didn't stop. "Still not satisfied? You don't have any sperm!
All that Chinese medicine you made me take was for nothing!"
Indeed, there was no sperm in my semen. I have Klinefelter syndrome, which, to put it bluntly, means underdeveloped testicles and infertility. A week ago, under pressure from my family to have a grandchild soon, I went to the provincial hospital for a checkup. When the doctor asked if I had any brothers, and I said no, he shook his head and said, "Go home and decide whether to get a divorce or adopt a child!" Thinking of my parents who raised me, I felt helpless and heartbroken. My wife, eager to become a mother and take maternity leave, made me even more fearful.
Faced with my wife's accusations, I could only lower my head and look at my pitifully small testicles. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Ever since learning the test results, I've had insomnia. Adopt one? My parents and I can accept it; we treat our little dog like our son. But my wife says she's not shy around strangers and can't accept it. She wants to raise her own child. Should we go to a sperm bank for IVF? I worry about the quality of sperm there; what if we use sperm from a migrant worker or a homeless person? Unable
to sleep, I go to the study and turn on the computer. The hidden folder is full of adult films and novels about cuckoldry. I don't know when I became obsessed with this kind of work, but lately I've become quite engrossed. While watching the films, I start masturbating—since I don't have sperm, I don't care about wasting it.
Because I can't give my wife and child, I try to compensate in other ways. Gradually, I've risen higher and higher on the emotional scales, to a precarious position. At home, I have to endure my wife's unpredictable temper; at work, I have to be subservient; and at my parents' house, I have to weave lies to prolong the relationship. Only on weekends, when I sit with my friends chatting, playing cards, and drinking, can I finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yao is coming this weekend. Although we didn't grow up together, even my father compares our relationship to the camaraderie of soldiers in the army. We were college classmates and share a common hobby—bicycle travel. Our tracks cover Sichuan-Tibet, Qinghai-Tibet, Beijing-Shanghai-Guangzhou, and the Pearl River Delta. We travel together, eat together, and stay together; we talk about everything.
Yao is a typical third-generation official; his father and grandfather were both top officials in their respective bureaus and counties. Yao is honest and down-to-earth, completely different from the second-generation officials reported on TV these days. After graduation, Yao followed his family's arrangements and entered the audit bureau; now he's a junior section chief, taking it one step at a time!
Yao's build is different from mine; he's not tall, but he's very strong, with arms as thick as my thighs. Of course, I'm relatively thin. Yao's laugh is always "Ha, ha, ha," showing his hearty and cheerful spirit. We also share a common hobby: watching porn. I like cuckoldry, while Yao's tastes are a bit more extreme; he likes SM bondage and sadomasochism.
This week, we've planned to go hiking, and afterwards we'll eat tendon and tripe—a great way to nourish ourselves. As usual, we'll stay at my place that night to watch the Bundesliga together. My wife's favorite friend of mine is Yao. Partly because he often brings her gifts, and partly because of his somewhat glamorous background, she always wants to introduce her sister to him, hoping to fulfill her dream of a "country bumpkin becoming a phoenix."
(The plot is a bit slow, please be patient.)
After getting off the bus, Yao, who never drives his own car, gave me a bear hug. "You two are like you haven't seen each other in ages! Weren't you just fishing together the week before last?" my wife said, annoyed by our long hug.
"Oh, oh, okay," I let go of Yao. "Come on, Tingting has prepared a table full of delicious food. Let's have some good wine for lunch." I took out a bottle of Dream Blue wine that someone had given me.
Since we're regulars, Tingting was dressed casually, in a spaghetti-strap nightgown that revealed her fair shoulders and delicate wrists. The hem just went past her knees, and she wasn't wearing a bra. My wife's breasts weren't particularly large, just big enough for me to grasp. She wore an apron around her waist, and her hair was tied back. My wife's figure was average, but her skin was amazing—very fair and smooth, unlike some women who have a lot of body hair. I even said, "You're dressed so scantily, Yao-ge won't be able to handle it! He's still a virgin, he'll get nosebleeds in his sleep again." "Speaking of which, Lei-zi, when are you going to have a baby? I've already prepared a big red envelope for my nephew! Haha, haha, haha!" Even Yao-ge brought it up.
After dinner, I was tidying up in the kitchen while my wife chatted with Yao-ge outside. My wife sat on the sofa opposite Yao-ge, and after sitting down, the hem of her skirt rode up to her back, barely covering her buttocks, leaving almost her entire thigh exposed to Yao-ge's view. My wife felt uncomfortable and crossed her legs again, the hem of her shirt was even further back, almost revealing her panties, but she didn't seem to care and continued talking about trivial things at work.
(II) My Wife, Sending a Friend Off
In the afternoon, my wife went shopping, leaving only Yao Ge and me at home. This liquor, wow, it has a strong aftereffect. I didn't feel it at first, but afterwards my head felt a little heavy. After drinking, I like to talk. Things I usually only dare to think but not say, I just blurted out.
"Yao Ge, you don't know my suffering. You see, I seem to be doing pretty well on the surface, but there's just one thing, just one thing that's stuck here, I can't get over it!" I gestured to my crotch.
Yao Ge didn't understand either: "What is it? Just tell me, if you can help me, I won't say more." "Child, child, my friend can't have children, there's a problem, I can't have children!" I blurted it all out.
"Uh, what can we do? Maybe we should adopt one!" Yao Ge didn't have any good ideas either.
"No way, Tingting wants to have the baby herself. At least the child will be her own. What do you suggest we do?" "Uh, what can we do? I can't exactly have one for you, can I?" At that moment, Yao-ge's mind conjured up his wife's snow-white thighs.
A sudden idea struck me. Instead of going to a sperm bank to find someone else, why not use my own brother's? What's that called? Borrowing sperm. I can absolutely trust Yao-ge's character. It's just once anyway. Those AV actresses in movies make enough money, don't they all leave the industry and get married? Women are born to be fucked, it doesn't matter who fucks them. Some absurd ideas from cuckolding novels instantly took over my head.
I grabbed Yao's hand: "Please help me!" Yao initially refused, but I persisted, reasoning with him and appealing to his emotions: "If you don't come, I'll have to find someone else. I really don't trust anyone else; what if they catch some disease? It would be a huge loss. I know you haven't done it before, so I trust you completely. With you, I'm not afraid of it getting leaked. That way, life won't be so unbearable for us. Your child is my child, and my child is your child." Yao was also horny at this point, and nodded: "That's true. If someone has to bear this secret, I'll definitely keep it for you. What about Tingting? Does she agree?" "It's okay, I can handle her. Let's get a sperm test done this afternoon. It's not that I don't trust you, but there are quite a few of these diseases these days!" The results showed that Yao's sperm had the highest motility, quantity, and quality—after all, he'd been holding back for so many years!
We went out for dinner together that evening. It was a fancy restaurant, and I specifically ordered a lot of bull penis, bull testicles, and bulltail. While ordering, my wife rolled her eyes at me and muttered something. I knew she meant it was pointless to eat so much, but it was all for Yao Ge.
After dinner, Yao Ge, as planned, said he was going to stay at a relative's house and left. Actually, he didn't go far; he just waited outside, preparing.
"Since Yao Ge's gone, shall we play a game tonight?" My wife seems very assertive, but in bed she prefers me to be more assertive, even though I'm usually quite gentle. We bought some props online, like blindfolds, handcuffs, and sexy lingerie, and we play these kinds of games regularly.
"Okay, make sure you wash your hands and genitals thoroughly tonight!"
An hour later, my wife's snow-white body was before me. She wore a pink blindfold, her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her legs were spread apart—actually, she had done it herself. She wore a low-cut nurse's uniform, revealing half of her breasts, and open-crotch lace panties. My wife was wiggling her hips innocently.
I swallowed hard, walked outside the room, and gestured for Yao to come in. Although Yao had never actually done it, he had watched a lot of Japanese adult films with us in college. I told him, "I'll stand outside so as not to affect your performance. Be gentle!" "How about we call it quits?" Yao rubbed his rough hands.
"Don't back down now. If we don't have a child, our family will be ruined. Can you bear to see me like that?" Yao nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and resolutely went into the bedroom. Suddenly, I felt a pang of reluctance. My beautiful wife was about to be pleasured by another man; no one could completely let go of her! My eyes were fixed on everything happening in the bedroom.
Yao walked to the bedside, at a loss for what to do, clearly shocked by what we were doing. He seemed unable to believe what he was seeing—his gentle and dignified friend's wife was almost naked before him. He looked back at me, and I quickly gestured, "Foreplay, foreplay." Without sufficient foreplay and lubrication, it would hurt my wife.
Yao's gaze lingered on my wife's soft feet. He picked one up with both hands and greedily put the toe in his mouth. Actually, this was my wife's most sensitive area. I had only licked it once during a bath together; normally I thought it was dirty, but that one time brought my wife to the other side.
My wife didn't even care about the rougher feel than usual. With a soft moan, "Mmm..." she stretched her legs straight, her insteps tensed, as if wanting more toes into her mouth. Yao's tongue traced circles from the soles of her feet to the arches, making his wife even more aroused. Her body began to heave wildly: "Mmm...oh...husband, it's so itchy...so comfortable..." Don't let Yao's usual honest demeanor fool you, he's quite the player! At this moment, his wife's labia were slightly parted, glistening drops of vaginal fluid seeping out and clinging to her thick pubic hair. His wife had no body hair, but she had a lot of pubic hair, and I often complained about getting it in my mouth when I gave her oral sex.
Yao put his feet down, leaned his upper body over his wife's lower body, and used both hands to grasp her thighs and spread them apart. He used a little force, and his wife cried out, "Gently, you're hurting me!" But Yao didn't care, and his mouth went straight to his wife's vulva, his tongue licking it directly, his stubble poking the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
"Husband, when did you grow such stiff stubble? It's hurting me!" I unconsciously touched my smooth chin. As I said this, my wife arched her hips upwards, enjoying this unprecedented sensation.
I had instructed Yao that if she felt wet enough down there, he could slowly penetrate her. Under this unfamiliar experience, my wife was already starting to leak fluids. So Yao stood up, pulled down his shorts, and took out his already swollen penis. Yao's penis was as thick as his physique; although not as long as mine, it was definitely twice as thick. My wife was in for a treat; she often complained that mine was too thin! Seeing that the main event was about to begin, I was only worried about whether my wife could handle it.
Yao grabbed my wife's thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed, aiming his glans at her vagina and rubbing it up and down to find the entrance. This action made my wife anxious: "Honey, honey, hurry up! I can't take it anymore!" Your real husband is watching right here, how can you be so unreserved? I've never seen you like this before!
Looking at Yao Ge again, he seemed to have found the spot, inserting half of his glans. Because Yao Ge was holding her thighs, my wife couldn't let him go any further, and could only anxiously wriggle her hips. Yao Ge felt no obstruction entering the hole, let out a soft cry, and his entire penis slid in, squeezing out a large amount of white fluid with a "plop."
"Ah...it's so full! Husband, you're so thick today!" Finally inside, my lower body also swelled, and my beautiful wife's face flushed pink under my friend's penis.
Yao Ge, entering for the first time, was immediately enveloped in warmth and forgot to move. I didn't want him to keep going like this, so I gestured for him to move quickly. This withdrawal caused my wife to feel a sudden emptiness, and she cried out, "No, don't pull it out, it's still inside!" A joke suddenly popped into my head:
"Sorry, sister-in-law, sorry, squad leader..."
Yao Ge was relatively obedient and began thrusting. Because his penis was quite large, each withdrawal brought along some of the pink flesh inside my wife's vagina, and each insertion brought out the white fluid inside, accumulating around the entrance. Because of the force, Yao Ge involuntarily made sounds: "Hey, hey, hey, hey..." Oh no, had he given himself away? I quickly looked at my wife; her mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out. She was completely enjoying the pleasure brought by the large penis.
Yao Ge had great stamina; he quickly thrust a hundred or so times, and my wife's hips began to twist violently. I knew she was close to climaxing. My wife began to moan softly: "Husband, faster...uh, faster..." With each orgasm, my wife became incoherent, her legs straightening again, stretching out into the distance. Yao Ge, however, maintained a leisurely pace. Because his penis was thicker than mine, my wife didn't actually need to exert much effort; her G-spot was easily rubbed against. My wife knew she could reach orgasm, so she was willing to do anything—I guess that's how women are!
During the vigorous movements, my wife was covered in sweat, and her blindfold slipped down unexpectedly, something none of us had anticipated. My wife opened her blurry eyes and was very surprised to find that the man in front of her wasn't me. However, because her voice was hoarse from her previous orgasm, she couldn't make a sound immediately. Yao Ge, on the other hand, was completely oblivious and continued his vigorous piston-like movements.
My wife had just reached orgasm, and her vagina was still sensitive. She was quickly aroused by another wave of orgasm. Her hands were still cuffed, so she was powerless to resist and could only desperately swing her thighs. Yao Ge felt the force on her thighs and looked up to see a pair of almond-shaped eyes staring at him. He was so frightened that he stopped his movements, leaving only half of his glans inside.
I was about to step forward to explain when my wife spoke first: "No, don't pull it out!" My wife was about to climax again; she had never experienced a second orgasm! Yao Ge, of course, didn't dare move. I quickly unlocked my wife's handcuffs, and she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
I breathlessly explained the whole story to her. My wife cried and complained, blaming me for not discussing it with her, for deceiving her. I guess she also blamed me for not letting her have a second orgasm. Yao Ge assured us for a long time that he would never tell anyone about what happened today, and my wife accepted the situation: the combination of childbirth and the ability to reach orgasm made it impossible for her to refuse, both physiologically and emotionally.
My wife's vagina was red and swollen from the recent penetration of a large penis, and Yao Ge, though wearing shorts, was still erect because he hadn't ejaculated.
"Why didn't you ask me if today was my ovulation period?" my wife said quietly. Damn it, how could I forget that! I let my wife get fucked by someone else for nothing. So we finally agreed that during ovulation, we would ask Yao Ge to "plant the seed" for us.
(III) Endless Days
I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong. Women's desires are insatiable. Once they've tasted the sweetness and have a powerful patron, why would they still bother with other things? Because I lied to her about the previous incident, I was forced to abstain from sex for three months. During those three months, I could only relieve my loneliness through masturbation. Fortunately, as long as I thought about the day Yao Ge grabbed my wife's thighs and thrust into her, I could ejaculate after a few strokes.
After this experience, my wife seemed to have come to terms with it. Her style of dress was no longer the cute and innocent one she used to be; it shifted to a more mature, womanly style. She went to the hosiery store and bought a whole bunch of flesh-colored pantyhose. Her vanity was also filled with lipsticks, foundation, and other products. She gained a new friend on QQ—Yao Ge—who video chatted with me every night. She said that since things had come to this point, we should get to know each other better.
Yao Ge also became a frequent visitor to my home, coming more often than before. Every time he came, my wife would prepare a table full of food, a stark contrast to the simple salted vegetables and steamed buns I usually ate at home. On the dining table, Yao's favorite ribs and stewed meat are a must-have at every meal. Sigh, what can I do? My own testicles are so useless!
Yao doesn't stay overnight at home anymore, always saying he's staying at a relative's house. The next day, he makes an excuse about other things and goes straight back. There's been a distance between us. Whenever Yao comes for a few days, my wife is always late or leaves early at work. I heard this from her colleagues later, because she used to have perfect attendance. Where does she go when she leaves so early? Although I have suspicions, I don't dare ask too much. Now, saying a few words in front of her is like setting off a firecracker.
This day, it was another weekend. I called Yao, and he said the county government was having a meeting at the Summer Palace and couldn't come to the city. I didn't say much. After hanging up, I turned around and saw my wife dressed up beautifully, getting ready to leave. My wife's style is becoming increasingly revealing; flesh-colored stockings are a must, along with high heels and a skirt that doesn't reach her knees.
I grabbed my wife's round buttocks with one hand and squeezed them slightly, saying, "Honey, it's been so long since we've done this, I'm really craving you down there." My wife slapped my hand away, "Don't touch me, how can I go out if you wrinkle me? I'm going to shop with Juan!" Okay, I reluctantly let go and offered her my pay card, "Honey, have fun!" But then I felt a chill. Juan is my colleague, wasn't she away on a business trip? Where would my wife shop with her? So I cautiously followed behind my wife.
My wife went out and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the outskirts of the city. Soon we arrived at a motel on the border between the city and the county. After getting out of the car, my wife unusually swayed her shapely buttocks as she walked to the front desk and booked a room. What was she doing here? Who was she meeting? I followed her and booked a room next door. The room was quite shabby, with only a layer of plywood separating the rooms, covered with white wallpaper. I noticed a small hole in the wall, through which I could see some of the "scenery" next door:
My wife entered the room, took off her coat, and what she was wearing underneath was enough to make my nose bleed: a semi-transparent strapless top, through which I could vaguely see two raised red nipples, and her back was almost completely bare. She sat on the edge of the bed, the top of her flesh-colored stockings a dark patch—was my wife not wearing underwear? There seemed to be some dampness on them. I
heard the sound of an engine outside, and I quickly ran to the window to look. It was a black Volkswagen Sagitar with county government license plates. A man in a suit got out—none other than Brother Yao. This was supposed to be a good friend, but I only let him come during my ovulation period to "plant seeds," not to "plow" for me normally!
Brother Yao got out of the car, carrying a bag, and rushed upstairs. Entering the room his wife had booked in advance, Yao threw the bag on the ground, grabbed his wife, and she reached for his belt. Yao ripped off her bra, revealing her breasts. He lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, and pinched the other, rubbing it vigorously without regard for his wife's feelings, causing her to cry out in pain for mercy.
When his wife unfastened his pants and pulled them down, she escaped his mouth. Her nipples were already swollen and red, with a red handprint clearly visible on one breast. Yao was truly ruthless!
"Kneel down!" Yao commanded, and his wife knelt down, using her mouth to pull down his underwear. One of her slender hands cupped his testicles, rubbing them back and forth, while Yao squinted, thoroughly enjoying himself; her other hand grasped his penis and brought it to her mouth. My wife has only given me oral sex once, and that was after I washed her dozens of times with soap beforehand. Now she's so obediently giving oral sex to someone else, even licking my glans and licking my testicles. I'm so jealous!
"Slap! Slap!" Two crisp sounds rang out as Yao Ge suddenly slapped my wife twice. Her face immediately turned red. "You slut, get over here on the edge of the bed!" My wife spat out Yao Ge's penis, a long string of saliva dripping from her mouth onto the floor, her stockings, and her chest. She turned around and crawled to the edge of the bed like a dog, her legs straight, her round buttocks sticking up, her arms supporting her on the edge of the bed.
Yao Ge didn't even take off his stockings. He directly inserted his fingers, still wrapped in the stockings, into my wife's vagina and started probing. My wife kept her mouth shut, trying to suppress whether it was pain or pleasure. When Yao Ge extended his fingers, they were already soaking wet, and the stockings covering her vulva were also soaked. Only then did Yao Ge tear open the stockings, place one foot on the back of his wife's hand on the bed, and support himself with the other foot on the ground, penetrating her body from behind.
One thrust, two thrusts, ten thrusts, fifty thrusts… Yao Ge seemed tireless, pounding into his wife's delicate body like a pile driver. His wife could no longer restrain herself and began to moan loudly: "Ah…ah…so thick! So heavy! Ah…you're killing me…" His testicles slapped against her vulva.
Yao Ge seemed dissatisfied that his wife dared not restrain her moans, so he grabbed one of her arms and pulled it behind her back, lifting her from the bedside and twisting her body. His rough hands grabbed her breasts hard, slapping them repeatedly until they were as red as apples. His lower body movements didn't stop, but his wife only dared to whimper, sounding like she was crying.
"You cheated on my brother, made him wear a green hat! I'll fuck you to death!" Yao Ge seemed to be punishing her on my behalf.
"Fuck me, fuck me, shoot it all inside, let me have your baby!" My wife wasn't ashamed at all; instead, she shamelessly asked Yao Ge to ejaculate inside her.
Yao Ge pushed my wife down on the bed, spread her legs to her sides, and started thrusting again. My wife's thighs wrapped around Yao Ge's body, pulling her body even closer to his. Yao Ge held my wife's buttocks with both hands, or rather, grabbed them, using this to perform the action.
My wife's body began to tremble; she was close to climaxing, and her hands tried to wrap around Yao Ge's neck, just like when she was with me. Yao Ge didn't give her that chance; he clamped her hands together with one large hand, pulling them above her head, so my wife could only arch her back and thrust her chest. In just a few seconds, a large amount of fluid seeped out of her vagina; she squirted, my wife squirted.
Yao lifted his wife's legs onto his shoulders, making her vulva protrude high, and began another round of thrusting, this time much faster than before, seemingly intending to ejaculate. But I was wrong. After about a hundred thrusts, his wife orgasmed again, her eyes rolling back, barely able to hold on. Yao didn't let her go, pressing her legs down to her chest again, making her vagina shallower and easier to penetrate. But Yao didn't continue with her vagina; instead, he chose her anus.
Her anus was obviously much tighter than her vagina. Yao tried to force his penis in twice without success, so he put his fingers in his wife's mouth and stirred them around, then inserted his fingers, covered in her saliva, into her anus. First one finger, then a second, then a third. At this point, his wife quickly rubbed her clitoris, trying to suppress the pain in her anus with the pleasure from her vagina.
When Yao completely pulled his fingers out, his wife's anus could no longer close. At this moment, Yao pushed his penis into her anus again, all the way in. Because his penis was quite thick, much thicker than three fingers, despite the previous build-up, my wife still gasped in pain several times.
"Slap! Slap!" Two more red handprints appeared on my wife's big white buttocks: "Scream! You slut, keep screaming!" "My big cock is fucking this little slut to death! Ah... ah... ah..." My usually fierce wife and my honest and kind civil servant brother Yao's performance today really opened my eyes.
Under the tight grip of his wife's anus, Yao finally unleashed his first shot of the day, ejaculating for a full five minutes. When Yao pulled his penis out of his wife's anus, the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowed from the bed onto the floor, forming a small puddle.
Ignoring the aching in her legs from being pressed down, his wife quickly knelt before Yao's genitals and began cleaning his penis with her mouth, licking it more meticulously than if she were eating a sundae. Yao held his wife's chin, making her look at him for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped her four or five times, leaving her dizzy and almost falling. His wife crawled under Yao and began licking his anus along his scrotum. In just a few moments, Yao's penis was hard again. He tossed his wife onto the bed and began a new round of assault.
I sat slumped in the next room, wondering how many times they had done this. No wonder my wife hasn't been sleeping naked lately, always wearing pajamas. She's not only abstinent from me, but she won't even let me touch her body—she's afraid of discovering something! I suddenly realized I'd made a huge mistake; I'd really let a wolf into the house!
"Master, master, where's your wife? She's about to go on stage." The steward's voice interrupted my reverie.
"Oh, oh, I'll go look for her." As I left the hall, I bumped into someone, almost knocking them over. It was Brother Yao; I had no idea when he'd arrived. Brother Yao saw me and grinned, "Congratulations, congratulations!" I could only smile back politely.
Then Brother Yao shoved something into my hand. After he left, I unfolded it and saw it was a wad of stockings, and it reeked of semen. Damn, disgusting. I immediately knew what had happened. At the bathroom door, I saw my wife tidying her clothes.
"Why are you still here? All the guests are here."
"What's the rush! Can't I go out to see your friends before I'm all ready?" I quickly lowered my head; I was helpless against her. Looking down, I suddenly realized that the stockings my wife wore that morning were gone, exposing her bare legs. Connecting this to the stockings in her pocket, I understood!
It seems this isn't going to end anytime soon!

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