[Homemade Soy Milk Giveaway Series: My Wife and Her Female Colleague]

A long time ago, I discovered that I really enjoyed watching AVs featuring women giving oral sex, especially those with special features like 20 or

30

consecutive rounds, where the actresses suck the semen of multiple actors until they ejaculate, adding "soy milk" to food such as toast, salad, curry, cold noodles, coffee, etc. Whenever I saw the actresses slowly and enjoyably eating it with a fork or spoon

(I really admire the actresses' professionalism), I would feel extremely excited and really want to ejaculate at the same time!

(When I was dating my wife, we often had oral sex, but she usually swallowed it immediately and didn't act like

the AV actresses who lewdly played with the semen in their mouths!)

Later, after watching many erotic stories with similar plots, such as "Hosting Family Guests" and "The Sister Who Loves to Drink Milk,"

I gradually became unwilling to just indulge in my thoughts and started to have the idea of putting it into practice.

So, one time, I bought takeout with my mother-in-law. She ordered beef ball and fish ball soup with rice noodles, but she forgot to buy

something and had to go out to get it. While she was out, I took advantage of the moment and quickly added some "soy milk" to her rice noodles.

(I knew the soup was very hot and didn't dare insert my fingers, but I still got burned.)

The "added ingredient" was so obvious! I immediately stirred it gently with my chopsticks… Just as I

put down my chopsticks, my mother-in-law came back (thank goodness!). I said, "The rice noodles are very hot, so I opened it to let them cool down a bit before

eating." For the next few minutes, I was really nervous, afraid she would find out, and afraid of

what would happen if she discovered this rather perverted behavior.

But in the end, she didn't notice anything unusual even after she finished the whole bowl of rice noodles (I clearly saw

a mouthful of thicker, creamy liquid in the rice noodles that she put in her mouth). Was it because the "soup rice noodles"

tasted too strong for her to notice, or is she just an incredibly oblivious woman?

After that meal, I didn't tell her immediately. It was only later, during a passionate moment when we were making love, that

I "confessed" to what had happened that day. Surprisingly, her reaction was nothing special; she just exclaimed in surprise, "Oh?!" and then playfully scolded

, "Eek~~ You're so disgusting! You teased me like that!" (←Original Cantonese, meaning "You're so

mean ! You played a trick on me like that!")

After that, we developed this "perverted little hobby" that we would "play around with occasionally."

In the early days after we got married, to save money, she would often cook lunchboxes for us to take to work

the next day , pack them in microwave-safe transparent lunchboxes, and store them in the refrigerator.

During those days of struggling to make ends meet, I often worked until late at night (literally the middle of the night).

Although my libido was high every day, my body was extremely tired. However, I couldn't bear to disturb her in the middle of the night, which resulted in

us not having much time to be intimate.

One night, as I was alone in my study watching porn and masturbating, a sudden thought struck me. I ran to

the kitchen refrigerator and took out her lunchbox. I vaguely remembered that the menu that day was beef rice with tomato and egg.

Just as I was thinking that doing this was too obvious, my urges and fantasies became uncontrollable

. I fantasized about my wife being aroused and eating her "delicious lunch," aimed at the food,

and ejaculated all of my "super-rich soy milk" that had been accumulating for a whole week...

This time, I buried my entire penis in the tomato sauce (unfortunately, the rice from the refrigerator was cold, losing its warm

comfort ), then squeezed out the remaining semen from the glans and smeared it on the beef, rubbing it with my still slightly open urethral opening.

The slight electric stimulation gave me a few pleasant aftershocks of pleasure. I rubbed my now softening penis back and forth

to make the semen look more even...

But after the pleasure subsided, I regretted it a little. It's obvious! Really! This time I was truly

in a bind Should I just spill it and tell my mother-in-law I accidentally knocked it over? In the end, I nonchalantly put it back in

the refrigerator, took a shower, and went to bed.

The next day before lunch, I felt uneasy, wondering if I had gone too far. Finally, at 1:00 PM,

feeling guilty, I decided to call my wife, wanting to "confess" and ask her to go out for dinner.

Here is the conversation from that day:

Me: "Hey~~"

Wife: "What's up?"

Me: "It's me! Hmm... isn't it time to eat?"

Wife: "I've eaten~~"

Me: "Eaten?!"

Wife: "We had lunch at 12:30, did you forget?"

Me: "Oh! Well..." (Very scared!)

Wife: "It was delicious!"

Me: "What?!"

Wife: "I said the tomato and egg with beef rice I made last night was delicious~~"

Me: "Oh!" (Thinking, I got away with it?)

Wife: "And... (whispering) it had my husband's homemade sauce with it!"

Me: "I still got caught."

A few days after this incident, when my wife was in a good mood, I sincerely asked her about

the "tomato and egg with beef rice with homemade sauce" incident. Here is her confession about the "eating process" that day:

She said that when she "served rice" (Cantonese, which means adding a little water and putting it in the microwave), no one would

deliberately check the lunchbox she made herself! I took a few bites and didn't notice anything unusual about the lunchbox. Then, I

suddenly tasted a sauce that felt like undercooked egg white, a strange sensation that required a gentle sucking to get it into my mouth.

I thought to myself, "There's no reason why a tomato and egg dish should be undercooked, right? Maybe there wasn't enough water added, so the sauce has solidified

a bit."

I looked at the sauce... wait, what are those white, congealed spots? Has the food gone bad?

So, quite naturally, I poked at it with my spoon. There was a thick, stiff black hair in the sauce. Upon

closer inspection, it turned out to be a hair with a pointed tip and a curly body... (shocked!)

After a few seconds, I recovered from my shock and realized it was just a prank. Although I felt a little disgusted (and a

bit nauseous), I was also curious. What would it taste like to eat it like this?

Had I eaten too quickly and not noticed?

Curiosity compelled her to continue eating the "rice with gravy," carefully savoring its flavor.

The answer was... nothing special.

She suggested three possible reasons:

(1) the "soy milk" flavor was masked by the rice flavor;

(2) the "soy milk" flavor was removed because water was added and the food was microwaved;

(3) she was already used to the taste of my "soy milk" and couldn't detect any unusual taste.

Finally, I asked my wife if this behavior was too perverted. She replied, "A little bit!" I then asked if

I could still be perverted occasionally in the future. She thought for a moment and said, "If I knew beforehand that it had 'homemade sauce' added

, I definitely wouldn't be able to eat it!" (The answer is...)

Since my wife had set the rule that "if I knew beforehand that it had 'homemade sauce' added,

I could only continue to indulge myself without letting her "know beforehand," and from then on, I would add "late-season sauce" to her

homemade .

At this time, my wife switched to a rice and sauce lunchbox with individual compartments, so I mostly chose to "add ingredients"

on days , because it was easier to mix. The best choice was "corn and minced meat/chicken rice," followed by

"mushroom sauce seafood rice," and also "chicken spaghetti."

Later, seeing that she didn't say anything, I became bolder and

even added sauces to dishes with darker sauces, such as "braised chicken wings with chestnuts" and "spare ribs with black bean sauce." Sometimes, even with dry dishes like "pork chops or fish strips with

luncheon meat ," I was afraid the meat would get mushy, so I simply added sauces to the white rice... Whenever I thought about her eating my husband's

"homemade sauces" while chatting with her colleagues, I felt incredibly excited.

Who knew that one time, I added my husband's "

heartfelt touch and that evening at dinner, my wife actually said that her colleagues at the department had praised her cooking skills that day! At first, I casually

replied, "Yeah! It's fine~" Then, after a moment's thought, I exclaimed in horror, "Huh? Wh...

what ?!"

My wife was startled by my overreaction: "What?! It's nothing, no need to overreact!"

I pressed on, "Oh! Yes, yes (feeling guilty) who praised your cooking for no reason?"

My wife continued, "It's nothing! It's just that today, Ah Y and Ah H (two female

colleagues ) and I exchanged dishes!"

Me: "..."

Wife: "..."

Me: "I..."

Wife: "...You...you...didn't you also last night..."

Me: "...Yes...yes...yes!"

Wife: "Oh no! This time...you didn't tell them beforehand~"

Me: "Yes...you said not to know beforehand! Hmm, did they...find anything wrong with their food?"

Wife: "Um..." …(After thinking for a while) It doesn't seem like anything's wrong!

Me: "Phew, that's pretty lucky!"

Wife: "What do you mean, 'pretty lucky'? If they had found out, it would have been so embarrassing!

I

don't even know if they would have gotten diarrhea!" Me: "Hehe, but they said it was delicious! I wonder if it's because of my…secret

sauce! " Wife: "

Screw you! Ugh! Ah Y and Ah H ate my husband's 'soy milk,' I don't want it anymore!

How am I 　　supposed to face them tomorrow?" Me: "Then you have to

eat their husbands' 'soy milk' to even things out ! " 　　Wife 　　: "Nonsense! No no ...

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