The Story of R

I'm a municipal worker, and the city's construction in our area has been largely completed in recent years. Now, most of the projects we take on are in other cities, so I've been traveling frequently for work.
It just so happens that it's been a year since we got married, and my wife has been arguing with me countless times. Every time we talk on the phone, she tries her best to appease me. I usually get 15 days off every two and a half months. The timing is fixed, and every time I go home, I bring my wife various gifts and try to make up for the lack of care I've given her since we started living apart.
Last time I went home, my wife told me she wanted a baby to keep her company. To be honest, my wife is six years younger than me, and I've always felt like she's a child who hasn't grown up. So, it feels a little strange that she suddenly wants a child and to be a mother herself. But on the other hand, I think it must be lonely for a woman to live alone, going back and forth between home and work every day. If she had a child to keep her company, she wouldn't argue with me so often.
Hearing her words, I quickly agreed, "Okay, actually, I've wanted one for a while now. I'm going to take a shower now..." My wife is quite demanding and very clean. She always insists I shower before we have sex, and we absolutely must use a condom; otherwise, she won't let me touch her. She rarely kisses me, and even then, I have to brush my teeth first. Gradually, I've also developed the habit of showering before sex, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that…
Actually, I'm not afraid to admit it, but in reality, I'm a rather reserved person and not very talkative (according to my colleagues). I've never had sex with any other woman besides my wife, and I've never had a girlfriend. So, my knowledge of sex, besides porn, comes from my wife. I'm a rather traditional person, and we always have sex at night. My wife always insists I turn off the lights first, and she always gets under the covers before undressing. I've never actually seen her naked, and I don't know if other couples are like this, and I'm too embarrassed to ask others. So, I generally listen to her when it comes to sex. I met my wife through an introduction. Later, she sometimes told me about that blind date experience—she had just broken up with her boyfriend, and it was close to the New Year. She wanted to go back to her hometown, but her friend's mother insisted she come to meet me. She said she was attracted to me because I gave off a very reliable feeling, and she didn't like overly flamboyant people like her ex-boyfriend. She felt that a successful man should be like me… Our relationship progressed smoothly, and we got married in less than six months. To be honest, while I wouldn't call myself successful, I own a car and a house, and my monthly income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan is considered quite good in our area. Perhaps my wife really liked my reliability… My wife is young, beautiful, and has a great figure; it's truly a blessing that she chose me. Naturally, I dote on her immensely.
This time, when I was resting at home, my wife told me she was pregnant, already three months along, and hadn't told me yet because she wanted to surprise me. Honestly, I was overjoyed. I immediately called my husband and threw a big dinner that night to share the good news with everyone. During dinner, my mother-in-law wanted to take her daughter back to her parents' house.
My mother had originally offered to take her to their place to take care of her, but my wife insisted on going back to her parents' home, so I naturally didn't say anything and went with her. Actually, my wife's family isn't well-off; they live in a small village near our city. My father-in-law is lazy (in my opinion), and his family isn't wealthy. I've suggested moving back to the city many times, but she's always reluctant.
Right after the New Year, my company suddenly called. An accident had occurred at a small construction site I was affiliated with, and they needed me to immediately send my personal documents and qualification certificates by express mail. The company needed to further resolve the issue, and if necessary, I would have to fly to the site immediately. My documents were at home, so naturally, I couldn't stay with my wife.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year (we have a custom of chopping up villains and making dumplings on this day), I rushed home alone to send my qualification certificates by express mail and waited at home for the company's call. Because I didn't know if I needed to go to the site, I couldn't go to my wife's house to be with her. That evening, one of my roommates called me. We were like brothers back then, sharing a dorm room. Actually, we haven't been in touch since graduating from university. I don't know how he got my *****, but with personal information being leaked so readily these days, finding someone shouldn't be too difficult. After all, I've been in the workforce for many years, although I'm not good with words. I still know some basic polite phrases, so I politely invited him over for dinner... To my surprise, he readily agreed. He said he missed me too... For ease of remembering, let's call him R.
Back in school, R was a "celebrity" at our school. My impression of him was that he was either fighting or going to hotels with his girlfriend. I really disliked that kind of person. But I would eavesdrop on him bragging about his romantic escapades to his roommates after lights out, and sometimes he would tell me about his hotel experiences alone, which I was always incredibly envious of. Our relationship was basically just that of roommates. After all, we're not in school anymore, and since he was coming to visit, I couldn't refuse him. But there was no need to take him to a restaurant... so I ordered some takeout and decided to have a few drinks with him at home that night, so I wouldn't be bored by myself.
R arrived in less than half an hour, and for some reason, I felt a little nervous seeing him. R was still the same as in college, speaking in a flippant manner. And he was very direct, saying, "Look, I didn't bring anything." I just wanted to find a place to mooch a few drinks... nothing special. Maybe I'm a little afraid of him, and inviting him was partly to prove I'm doing well after leaving school, to show off my superiority. But when I saw him, my heart still pounded.
I invited him into the living room. Maybe because we're old classmates, he seemed quite at ease in someone else's house. He
didn't even change his shoes before coming in... actually, I don't even have slippers that big for his feet. He's tall, easily 1.88 meters (that's what he said, but I think he's less than 2 meters). So I was at a huge disadvantage in terms of presence (I'm less than 175cm). Seeing me alone at home, he said in an annoying way, "You're home alone during the New Year, are you divorced too?" (Seriously, he cursed me like that right after having a baby.) "No, no! My wife went to her parents' house." Just then, the delivery guy arrived. Well, what's done
is done. We sat down and poured drinks. We exchanged a few words, mostly him asking and me answering.
Through our conversation, I learned a bit about his current situation (I didn't ask him about it; he just talked on and on, and I was like a dumping ground for his stories). Basically, he's now partnered with someone in loan sharking, earning about 500,000 to 600,000 yuan a year. His wife was too strict, so he divorced her and now lives alone (no parents). He felt very lost during the New Year and wanted to chat with an old friend. He went through a list of phone numbers and realized I was the only suitable one… It's ironic that I'm considered an old friend of his.
My initial feelings were a bit uneasy, but as we drank more and more, my guard lowered. We started talking about our own lives. His reply was, "I can't believe a bookworm like you can find a wife, haha. Just kidding." Indeed, he's tall, handsome, and intelligent—perfect for navigating today's society.
"It's not good for you to work for others like this. You should do it yourself. After the New Year, I'll break up with them and pull off a big heist." There's definitely some shady stuff involved in the transition from illegal to legal lending in recent years. His "pull off a big heist" sounded too gangster-like.
"No kids yet" (I didn't want to talk to this guy about my wife's pregnancy). "How can I not have kids? You know X-Yu from my old school? He's raising one for me, of course, it's his wife and I who had it." X-Yu was also from our school; they used to hang out together.
"He doesn't know, does he? Asking me like that, are you stupid or is he stupid? Haha." This guy was just bragging.
From here, it was like a switch was flipped, and he started telling me about his glamorous world again:
Let me tell you, we're all human, and women have those needs too. The key is whether you have what they want. It's not just about money. I never spend money on women. People like you who pay for prostitutes are the kind of people who do that, haha. We're dealing with respectable women. What do I mean by respectable women? Take X-Yu's wife, for example. When they got married, I saw her immediately. That big ass must be great for childbearing, and I can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck her from behind. When they came over to toast, I knew from just one look that she was a slut, and I knew I had a chance. After their honeymoon, I deliberately spent time with them a few times. Once, we went on a road trip together, and that night I just slept with her in their tent. X-Yu went fishing. At first, she pretended to be unwilling, but when I pressed her down and touched her, she was already fucking wet. Isn't she a slut? I just gave her a good beating. Why use a condom? We're all adults, doesn't she know she can take pills? Haha. With your guts, you wouldn't be able to do this. I did it a few more times in the following years. But I liked to be on top of her and thrust into her from behind. Grabbing that big, fat ass and spreading it wide. It was so much fun. Let me show you a picture.
The woman in the picture has dark skin, not as alluring as I imagined, and I don't understand how R could tell at a glance that this woman was slept with. But this woman's hips are definitely wide. The woman is half-squatting, wiping a child's mouth. It seems to be in an amusement park in the city. The date is two years ago.
"Don't talk nonsense in public." Putting away his phone, he continued to tell me about his glorious achievements, how none of the women I set my sights on escaped. You have to understand, you want this woman, and this woman wants what. Actually, it's simply a matter of mutual benefit...
Maybe he had too much to drink, because as he was talking, he suddenly stood up, pulled down his pants, and grabbed his penis with one hand. "Tell me, if an old woman tastes my cock, wouldn't she want to do it a few more times? I'm not kidding, all the old women I've slept with tell me that when they go home and have sex with their husbands, they don't feel anything anymore. When they're having sex, all they can think about is me."
To be honest, my first impression of his was that it was dark, like the color of those sandalwood bracelets. Black with a reddish tinge, a dark reddish-black with an oily sheen. Because we weren't sitting far apart, I could smell a strong stench of urine. I made an excuse to get up and draw the curtains. "Hey, Third Brother, you've had too much to drink. What are you doing showing this?" (He's the third oldest in the dorm.)
"What the hell? You're not convinced! Come on, take your pants off and let me see your cock?" Mine really can't compare to his. First of all, there's my height. If his is 188cm, mine is only 100cm. I thought it would be great if his was proportional to his height. I guess his girth is a whole size bigger than mine. It's not because of his size. First of all, in terms of personal income, surrounding environment, and attitude towards women, I was completely outmatched by him. When he first arrived, I was originally planning to have a friendly, even conversation with him. But seeing how our conversation is going, my confidence is gradually waning. But I still wanted to fight back.
"Alright, hurry up and pack it up. I can smell it from afar." "Hehe, you know what, some young women like my smell. As soon as they smell it, they insist on wrapping themselves up so they can keep the smell inside them." "Come on, smell it." I really didn't know how to answer that. "Alright, it's cold in this house, don't get cold." (My wife went to her parents' house, and I turned off the radiator before she left.) You know what, I actually had a bit of a stomachache today. Seeing that I was concerned about him, he didn't hold it against me. He packed up his drinks and sat back down. "Come on, keep drinking." "I can't take it anymore, I'll get drunk if I drink any more." My alcohol tolerance is average. And my wife doesn't like me drinking, so I rarely drink, and my alcohol tolerance is even lower.
"What are you afraid of? Get drunk, so be it. Are you afraid I'll sleep with you? Don't worry, I'm not interested in men, I'm not gay."
Looking at the time, it was almost 1 a.m. "Look, it's getting late, I have some things to do at work tomorrow..." Actually, my meaning was simple: I wanted this guy to leave quickly and not have anything to do with him again.
He turned around and looked at his watch, "Damn, it's already 1 a.m. How about I stay here tonight?" This wasn't a question at all, it was a command.
Maybe I was genuinely afraid of him, because I reluctantly said, "Okay."
II.
I live in a three-bedroom apartment, one master bedroom, and one that we've converted into a study (basically my wife's computer room). Because my wife is pregnant, she's converted one of the bedrooms into a nursery without my permission, and she's thrown away all the old furniture. I've subtly asked him where we'll hire someone to take care of her and the baby, or where her parents will stay when they come. She completely ignores me. Even the slightest criticism I make will make her angry. Usually, I just stay silent until she gets really angry. In our relationship, my wife has always been very assertive. Maybe she insisted on going back to her parents' house because I mentioned that the people who took care of her after giving birth had nowhere to stay; the houses in the countryside are indeed quite large.
I suggested to R that we both sleep in the bedroom. (Actually, the sofa at home is quite big, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask him to sleep on it, I don't know why.) "Well, there's no other way, your place isn't very big." Actually, my place is quite large, 150 square meters. It's
probably smaller compared to his house. I opened the bedroom door and went in to make the bed. R followed me in. R looked up and saw the photo of my wife and me, and he clearly paused for a moment. My heart suddenly felt heavy. He understood my thoughts: "Don't worry, you can't mess with a friend's wife." This guy, isn't X-Yu a friend? I thought to myself, I can't let this guy take a liking to my wife. "This is all makeup and post-production." I quickly took the bedding out of the closet and made the bed. R stood behind me, watching me quickly spread the bedding. It felt like a husband watching his wife make the bed for him...
"Do you want to wash up before sleeping?" "No need."
I've long since developed the habit of brushing my teeth before bed; I really can't sleep without brushing. I slipped out of the bedroom.
I vaguely heard R say behind me, "...What a coincidence." His voice was very soft and not very clear, so I didn't pay much attention.
After a quick wash, I returned to the bedroom and saw R already lying down, playing on his phone. I was quite unhappy because R was using my wife's blanket. We usually only have two blankets at home, and it was getting late. I hadn't gone to get a new one. I had deliberately put my wife's blanket inside, because based on my impression of him, he was rather lazy and probably wouldn't like sleeping in it. Who would have thought he would sleep in it? "My stomach hurts a bit, and this pink one looks thicker, so I slept in it. Is that okay?" What could I say? I sheepishly scurried into my green blanket. But I could clearly sense that R wasn't as sleepy as before, unlike when he looked exhausted when it was almost 1 a.m. Now he seemed a little excited.
"Since I slept in yours, let me show you my private collection." He handed me his phone. "These are my keepsakes from over the years." I swiped through the screen, seeing picture after picture. I was quite sleepy, but seeing these, I slowly became a little excited. The unpleasantness of him sleeping in my wife's blanket faded away with each photo.
The women in the photos had their faces blurred. R, of course, always knows how to behave when going out. Various backgrounds, various poses, women with varying hair lengths and body types—some sexy and alluring, others average-looking. The main focus of the photos was that large, dark, ebony-colored penis. Because they were all engaged in intercourse, the erection looked particularly thick. Thinking back, R was probably looking at these photos while I was washing up. When I came back, I saw a huge bulge in my wife's blanket. What kind of underwear could have such elasticity? This guy must be sleeping naked under my wife's blanket… I flipped through the photos one by one, while R silently watched. When he saw a seemingly unremarkable photo, R suddenly spoke up, "Stop for a second, what do you think of this woman's figure?" The photo showed a petite woman on a hotel bed. The woman's face was also edited; her hair was styled in a bun, and the angle obscured the actual length of her hair. She knelt on one leg over R, the other half-squatting beside him. One hand clutched her thong, exposing her genitals, while she leaned back, her other hand tightly gripping R's large penis from behind. R's glans was already inside her. Her labia were stretched thin and red. It seemed she was about to sit down to take the penis inside her. The posture was lewd, but nothing particularly special, and her figure wasn't the best among the photos. However, it was still quite good.
"It's this little bitch who, smelling my scent, wants to give me a blowjob," he said, a sinister smile spreading across his face. It seemed he told me to stop to prove what he'd said during dinner. The next photo was a close-up of the woman's genitals, with the penis now fully inside her vagina. In this picture, the woman is no longer holding onto her thong; the black thong hangs loosely to one side, and the area where the woman and R are joined is covered in white foam. "This little bitch is enjoying being fucked. At first, she wasn't used to my big cock, but look at her now, it's all inside her, so wet. After a few thrusts, it all turned into white foam. She's limp on me now. I saw she was exhausted, so I pressed her to the side and gave her a good pounding. This bitch can't take it, and she passed out after a while." In the next picture, the woman is lying on her back, her face obscured, her expression hidden. R is holding both of her hands, his large, black penis inside her vagina. "I'm shooting into her pussy." He's also not wearing a condom. "Does she have a boyfriend? Why did you shoot inside her like that?" "Haha, this little bitch is already married. But she'd only been married for six months back then. I was teasing her, asking if she was a virgin when she got married? She told me she had a boyfriend before her husband, her first love, and that guy got her virginity. She seems a lot like me, but not as big as my dick, and not as manly. Actually, I know this little slut just wants me to fuck her!" The next picture was of a woman giving R oral sex, only the base of his penis was visible. In reality, a woman can't take the whole thing in, but the face was heavily edited. "Who did the facial editing?" "It was this little bitch, the one from earlier." R only had one picture of each woman on his phone, but he had many of these pictures of this woman. I was just about to ask him.
He himself said, "Do you know why there are so many photos of this woman? Because before the Lunar New Year, I had a threesome with this little bitch with my buddy, and it's still going strong. She just said her husband is going home, so she can't play with me right now."
"Doesn't her husband live at home? He works in another city too?" Why did I say "also"? "He's a state-owned enterprise employee, always on business trips." Hearing his words, I felt a sudden pang in my heart. Seeing my expression, he added, "I think his name is something like North China Petroleum Company No. 6." Looks like I was overthinking it… Actually, some people from Chinese oil companies do work abroad year-round; no wonder she gets cuckolded. They're different from us. We usually don't go too far; it's mostly construction projects in nearby cities. We can drive back in an hour or two. But I'm really too unromantic; I never know how to surprise my wife. Seeing this woman really served as a warning: don't be too rigid in your actions, or you'll get cuckolded.
R said, "I met this girl on QQ. She told me she hadn't slept with her husband much since getting married, that he was impotent, older than her, and unromantic. Besides earning money, he was practically useless. Seeing this woman was promising, I slowly steered her towards her complaints about her husband. At first, she was very arrogant, playing hard to get, but I like challenges. Like an old doctor prescribing the same old remedy, I coaxed and lured her into chatting. No rush. I added
her to a local meetup group. Last year, the group admin organized a Children's Day party. These kinds of groups are for people who have a reason to meet, and a reason to meet anyway. Whether those women are lonely or bored, most are just too timid to meet one-on-one; having a hundred or so people together, especially on Children's Day during the day, is quite troublesome. This woman had photos on her QQ profile, and I found her quickly." "To be honest, with my charisma, I could have easily won her over." I thought to myself, "With your roguish looks, it's surprising that some women like you."
He continued, "When most people left at night, the remaining girls who seemed to like each other went to a karaoke bar.
This little chick, of course, didn't leave. At the amusement park, I lightly nudged her stomach with my penis a couple of times.
I guess she wanted to taste my big cock too. After singing and drinking, I figured I'd hooked her up enough, so I dragged her to the toilet. Let's get started. First, I made her rub my penis in my mouth. This little bitch's eyes widened when she saw my penis, but she still said it smelled really strong. By this point..." "I didn't bother pretending, I just shoved it straight into my mouth.
This little bitch complained about the taste, but then she wouldn't let go. She licked my cock from top to bottom, and it was all wet. This little slut's skills (oral sex is sometimes called blowjob) are pretty good, she can even do deep throat. Not many women can take my cock that deep. Just for that, I think I can have sex with this bitch a few more times. Don't you think so?" Hearing his words, I suddenly thought of my wife. My wife is too clean, she never lets me suck her. But every time we have sex, I have to imitate what happens in porn movies and give my wife a good kiss down there, although it does have a bit of a urine and sour smell.
"Seeing how hard she was working on it, I had to give her a compliment, so I said, 'Baby, you're so good at sucking.' She replied, 'Is it comfortable? If it is, then kiss my pussy too.' I got furious when I heard that. I've fucked so many cunts, and I've never had anyone lick my pussy before. I slapped her hard and told her to turn around and bend over properly, because I was going to fuck her. She hesitated for a moment, then immediately obediently knelt on the toilet seat. My dick was wet from her licking, so I just thrust it in." Before, when I had sex with other women, they were always wet, but I always went in slowly. This time, however, she was a little angry and demanded I lick her! I pressed my hands on her buttocks and thrust in all the way. To be honest, it hurt a little. But she was in more pain than me. But I didn't care. I slapped her ass and continued fucking her, and this woman's moans became distorted. Unexpectedly, after a while, this woman peed. Pretty bizarre, right? And it was still warm. Seeing that she peed, my anger subsided. So I slowly and deliberately fucked her. See? Her moans weren't so disgusting anymore.
A little while later, this woman climaxed, her vagina throbbing incessantly. I couldn't hold back any longer, I gripped her buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina and ejaculating comfortably inside. Then I noticed this woman was sticking up and not moving. Her vagina was still tightly gripping my penis. It felt quite good, so I didn't want to pull out. Even when my penis softened, she still held it tightly. I just kept thrusting and playing with her breasts. After a short while, guess what? After fucking her, she wanted to pee. I figured I was in the toilet anyway, so I just peed into her vagina. And then, this slut climaxed again, throbbing. Her vagina started writhing again; peeing like that was more satisfying than ejaculating. From then on, every time I went to a hotel with this woman, I would drink a lot of water, not for anything else, just so I could pee on her properly, haha.” I thought this guy was really perverted, and this woman, judging by her figure and age, how could she be so careless? Wasn't she just a toilet for men to urinate on? She's married again. If her husband also enjoys licking her like I do... Damn, this woman is shameless.
Although I felt sorry for the woman, I was also quite excited listening to this. My penis was erect, and I really wanted to see what this toilet girl looked like. So I asked him, "Where is this woman now?" "Don't even mention it. She went home to protect her pregnancy. This woman has become addicted to being fucked by me. She asks me to fuck her every other day. The more I treat her like dirt, the more she enjoys it. Now you know what 'mutual benefit' means, right? She's just a slut, you can't treat her like a human being. Enemas, anal sex, bondage and suffocation, we've done it all. Actually, it's not that interesting. I got tired of it after a month or two. So I invited X-Yu to join us for a threesome. How could she not be happy? After all, he raised my son for free, so we should at least show our appreciation, whether openly or secretly." I don't think X-Yu is a good person either.
"After a few times, X-Yu knew this woman was a masochist. X-Yu, being the cunning one he is, came up with ideas on how to torment her. He wouldn't make her take birth control pills, and he'd only let her come to us during her fertile window, just to see if my sperm or his was more viable. This idiot had no idea the child wasn't even his. And this woman actually enjoyed it. She deserved to be pissed on." If you guys do this, what will her husband do when he finds out? He'll sue you, right? Threesomes are illegal here.
"You don't know, X-Yu told this woman to have sex with her husband first, then take the morning-after pill, calculate the timing, and come back to us after the pill's effects wear off. It'll be about two days off. In the end, no matter whose child it is, her husband will raise it for us… You don't know, this woman said she hasn't had unprotected sex with her husband since they got married." What a pitiful man, his woman uses condoms with him, but with other men, he has to piss inside them.
He's not even as good as me. I even ejaculated inside my wife a few times to have a child. Sigh, oil workers go abroad to make money, but after making money, they end up raising other people's children. What's the point of making money then? ...
There's a video on my phone later, but I can't see the woman's face. She has a black penis tattoo on her lower back. "Did you ask her to get it?"
"No, her first boyfriend got it. Her current state is caused by her first love..." Three, I
was woken up by R's phone call in the morning. He was on the phone in the living room. "I'm really surprised, I didn't know... I didn't expect your husband... What a coincidence... Come back, because... I want to fuck you even more. Yes... I'll fuck you right here... not called X Yu..." It seems R is on the phone with his mistress. I can't hear clearly. I wanted to sneak over and listen, but then my phone rang. "Hey, what? Someone leaked the information to the newspaper? Okay, okay, okay. I'm coming right away. My flight's this afternoon. Okay. Okay, I know, I know. Meet at the bus station. Okay, okay.
" Hearing my phone ring, R also returned to the room. "Dude, I have an urgent matter at work that requires my person to handle. I can't keep you here."
Perhaps because he heard about my predicament at work, R smiled meaningfully at me. "It's okay, we'll be brothers for a long time..." Without even tidying up the room, R and I left my house.
After two days of continuous work, dealing with various relationships, I finally managed to suppress the matter and basically resolve it. Exhausted, I opened the door to my house. The moment I stepped inside, my scalp tingled. My wife was back... Bedroom, room, bed, blankets. The smell of penis in the blankets. My mind went blank for a moment. "Baby, why are you back? You didn't even tell me beforehand! I could have picked you up if you wanted to come back." My wife looked a little tired. "You're back? A cousin of ours is coming to the city on business. I wasn't feeling well, so I came back with him. I just got home. I just took a shower and was about to go to sleep." My thoughts gradually cleared up. "Oh, you just got back. I left in a hurry the other day, and the bedroom is a bit messy. I haven't tidied it up yet.
Rest a while, and I'll tidy it up." "No need. Look, we're both so late. Don't bother tidying the bedroom. Let's go to sleep." My wife was unusually gentle today. But thinking about the state of the bedroom, I knew she was going to get angry. Right now, I only had one thought in my mind: how to appease her... But surprisingly, my wife seemed genuinely tired. Without even asking why her blankets were messy on the bed, she went straight to the bedside, pulled the blanket over herself, and then peeked her little head out. Then she threw her clothes out one by one. A little guilty, I asked, "Honey, is there a strange smell in this room?" "No," she replied, as if ignoring me, and pulled the covers over her head again. Ah, I escaped a disaster. To appease her, I quickly went to take a shower. Just as I was about to leave the bedroom, my wife made a weak voice from under the covers, "Don't shower, I suddenly want to make love. Turn off the light and come over..." My wife must have a cold; otherwise, she would have said as soon as I walked in, "Go take a shower, you smell like sweat." Women are sensitive, no wonder she couldn't smell the blankets today.
Actually, I really wanted to too, especially after hearing R's story a couple of days ago. But thinking about how she was newly pregnant, I felt a little reluctant, "For the sake of the baby, maybe we should call it a day." She got a little angry: "Are you going to do it or not?" That one word immediately ignited my lust, as if my wife and the woman in R's story overlapped... I immediately turned off the light, went over, and pulled back the covers. A strong smell of urine and penis hit me...
The End

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