[Springtime Across the Pacific] (My Wife's First 3P Experience) (March 4th) Author: hgu7788

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(Part 3)

W is actually a master storyteller. Perhaps when I was present, he was mindful of my feelings and didn't dare
to touch , and his language was slightly more civilized. Now, with only the two of them in the room, he completely let loose.
In addition, holding my wife, his beloved goddess, he could kiss, touch, and even slap her buttocks with his big penis at will,
and my wife would always respond with screams or moans. This must have given him a lot of inspiration.

My wife later told me that the stories W told about his childhood and his experiences with Xiaoru after marriage were things
she could never have imagined. I was fortunate enough
to listen to the whole story intermittently outside the door, accompanied by my wife's moans and the occasional "slap slap" sounds of the two of them having sex.

W's hometown is in the countryside of a city in Jiangxi Province. Although his father had a rural household registration, he did not work in the fields.
Both were primary school teachers. W's mother's family was from Beijing. Back then, as a member of the "educated youth" movement, she had no connections and stayed in the countryside
during exodus to the cities. She married W's father and had W. His mother was fair-skinned, generous, and taller
than almost all the women in the village. From a young age, his mother was W's goddess, and the object of all the men's affections. Sometimes,
when visitors came to visit, and only his mother and young W were home, those men would openly
scan his mother's body from head to toe with their eager, almost tangible gazes, sometimes lingering on her chest,
sometimes on her buttocks, and sometimes staring blankly at her face. Whenever this happened, his mother would blush and whisper
, "Uncle, should I go find Old Wang and bring him back?" The visitors would always awkwardly say no, no, and then
flee in a hurry. "Your mother is so beautiful!" his wife asked. "Yes, some women are stunningly beautiful, while others are so beautiful
they evoke pity. How to describe my mother's beauty? It leaves one feeling wistful." W said, unusually serious. "My
mother's family background was bad. When the educated youth returned to the city, no one helped her. Otherwise, her situation would definitely be different
. However, her refined manners are inherited from her family."

"Ying, your temperament is somewhat similar to my mother's." As he spoke, W tightened his arms around my wife's waist, his right hand
reaching behind her to her buttocks, scratching a few times, then pinching her labia minora.

"Hmm, how annoying... You wouldn't do that to your mother, would you?" My heart skipped a beat. My wife had lost her temper and actually asked
such a question. Her usual gentleness and refinement couldn't withstand W's teasing.

"..." After a moment of silence, W said resentfully, "No, but I've seen it." His tone was like a child whose
favorite toy had been taken away.

W's father had many brothers and cousins; he was the fifth in his family. One of his cousins, whom W called "Second Brother," was
a notorious good-for-nothing in the village. In the 1980s, this Second Brother slaughtered pigs and sheep, earning some money, but instead of supporting
his family and building a career, he just loafed around. At the time, rumors circulated that he was involved with several widows and married women. He spent all
his earnings on women. W's second uncle was also a compulsive gambler; when he was in debt, he was often
seen with bruises on his face and around his eyes. Relatives all kept their distance. Only W's family was kind-hearted and couldn't bear
to see him destitute, often helping him out. But as time went on, even his mother began to complain.

That year, W was nine years old. It was a summer afternoon; both his parents were on holiday. His father went to play chess with a familiar friend, and
W took a nap on a mat in the main room. Mother, being a clean person, took a bath while no one was around, dressed very
lightly, and sat down to cool off inside. W was actually awake when Mother sat down, but he didn't want his mother to know,
because she would tutor him if he woke up. W pretended to be asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness. Just then,
he heard adults talking; W recognized his second uncle's voice.

"Fifth sister, isn't Xiao Wu home?" his second uncle asked sheepishly.

"He went to play chess at the west end," Mother replied dismissively.

"Hmm, hmm... Fifth Sister, lend me some more money, just this once."

"Second Brother, I've never said no before. But you have to understand us. Little W is in school, and the family's
food and clothing depend on our salary—the school hasn't paid us for three months."

"Sister, please save me! They said they'd cut off my hand this time. 500, just 500. I'll kneel down for you
." Saying this, the rogue Second Uncle actually knelt before Mother, one hand around her leg, the other pretending to
wipe away tears . Mother was only wearing a very short skirt, and her white legs were thoroughly ravaged by Second Uncle's rough hands, his wrinkled,
ugly face sniffing at her crotch.

"Second Brother, what are you doing, sigh..." Mother was embarrassed and at a loss. "I have some spare change
, here you go. Just this once! Let go!" Mother's heart softened, but she became firm in the end.

Mother turned and went to the bedroom to get the money. Uncle Er got up and followed her in, grinning smugly, "My sister still
loves me the most." W felt a chill run down her spine.

The sound of a drawer opening came from the bedroom, followed by a few rustling noises, but she couldn't hear her mother or
Uncle Er speaking. W hesitated whether to get up, but then heard Uncle Er say, "Xiaoman, you're so good."

"Let go, get out. If you keep doing this, I'll yell!"

"Xiaoman, don't. Little W is sleeping, aren't you afraid he'll see?"

Her mother seemed quite wary. She only suppressed a few "hmm... hum..." without making
a sound .

The sounds of kissing, the rustling of clothes, and her mother's occasional "ah," followed by a tight
silence filled the air.

Nine-year-old W was at a point of hazy curiosity about matters between men and women. "What are they afraid I'll see?" she
wondered, wanting to find out. He got up and quietly walked to the bedroom door, peeking through the crack. He saw his second uncle
embracing his mother from behind, his hand slipping under her loose t-shirt and moving against her breasts. In this heat
, his mother certainly wasn't wearing a bra. His second uncle was holding her breasts! His mother's face
flushed red with anger and tension, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her nose.

"Xiaoman, my dear sister! I've wanted to pamper you for a long time. Among us brothers, Xiao Wu is the weakest. You probably
don't know how much fun this is!"

"If you don't want Xiao W to see this, you'll end up like me, so you'll obediently lie in bed!" Seeing that bribery wasn't working, his second uncle
resorted to threatening Xiao W.

His mother's legs, which had been firmly planted, loosened slightly. His second uncle, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, immediately
sensed . He picked up his mother in a bear hug, almost throwing her onto the bed. His mother hugged her legs, curling up in a ball. The second uncle
chuckled silently, gently parted his mother's beautiful legs, and with a smug look on his face, approached the center of his mother's legs and sniffed around.

"Xiaoman, I never imagined a scholar like you would go without underwear."

"Don't say that~" Mom pushed away her second uncle's head, which had short hair,
completely different .

Soon, the sound of splashing water could be heard, and Mom seemed to be suppressing her pain and occasionally moaning.

"I've seen countless vaginas, but none like yours. Your labia majora are like peaches, and your labia minora are
so plump. They'd be delicious to eat."

"Mmm..." Mom couldn't help but moan again.

The second uncle glanced back towards the main room, and W quickly hid. Little W's heart was pounding. He was
n't thinking of going in to stop it. First, he was afraid of embarrassing Mom, and second, he actually wanted to see what would
happen .

Rhythmic creaking sounds began in the bedroom. W finally couldn't hold back and once again
peeked through the crack in the door. He saw that the second uncle had pulled his pants down to his ankles and was on top of Mom, thrusting at an extremely fast speed.
The mother's face was contorted with pain and disgust. She pushed against her second uncle's shoulders, preventing his mouth from reaching her face;
her legs squeezed together, as if trying to force his penis out. But it was futile. The second uncle also
sensed the mother's dislike for him. He grinned wickedly, changing the angle and frequency of his thrusts. Nine times out of ten, he only
rubbed against the entrance of her vagina, but the last thrust was particularly forceful, often causing her entire body
to jerk upwards off the edge of the bed, and she involuntarily let out a soft "oh." Finally, the mother's legs involuntarily
opened and closed, tightly gripping the second uncle's throbbing buttocks, her feet pressing against them and pulling them forcefully towards herself.

The second uncle smiled wickedly; he knew he had conquered this goddess. He began to
thrust .

"Ugh... ugh..." The mother's mouth was somehow covered by the second uncle's mouth, filled with yellow teeth. Her arms
involuntarily embraced the second uncle's body.

Perhaps stimulated by the kiss, Uncle Er penetrated deep into Mother's flower path in a moment, remaining motionless. W
suddenly realized that he had ejaculated; Uncle Er ejaculated for a full half minute.

W quickly ran back to the mat and pretended to sleep.

"Hehe, Xiaoman, you're so good!"

"Get out!" Mother seemed to be crying. W wondered if Mother's crying was not only due to regret over losing her virginity, but also
because she hated her own body's reaction.

Uncle Er left quickly.

————

At this moment, W said to his wife, "Ying, you're practically a younger version of my mother. Your cunt is just like my mother's cunt
. You know what? This kind of cunt looks even more beautiful from behind, that slit is so plump, but it can't cover the two labia minora."
A soft rustling sound came from the guest room, followed by a "smack," and then his wife's scream, "Ah!" Then came the sucking sounds
. It turned out that at this moment, W had his wife lying on the bed like a dog, while he stood behind her, carefully observing
her honey pot, and finally took it into his mouth. My wife's moans. Outside the door, my penis hardened again.

"Ying, can I call you Mom?" I felt like I was struck by lightning. Poor, yet lucky
W had found a shadow of his beloved mother's youth in my wife.

"Hmm," my wife replied noncommittally to W's request.

"Mommy! Mommy!" W cried out, slapping my wife's buttocks! The slapping sound
was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"Ah..." my wife actually responded with a soft "Ouch."

W could no longer endure it; his egg-sized glans pierced my wife's flowing flower path. I
seemed ! I knew my wife had been fucked by W again. This time, with
the erotic stories W had told, my wife's body must be like a long-deprived woman. I wondered if she was yearning to be penetrated,
or perhaps as someone's mother! My wife, well-educated and conservative, swore she would only let me touch her! I was glad
I insisted on leaving the two of them alone in the room: my wife must be happy.

(IV)

"Ying, go wash up." W said, his hand gripping my wife's entire vulva.

My wife remained lying on the bed, turning her head back with seductive eyes and saying, "No. You pervert, you
'll definitely mess with me again later." Saying that, she only wiped her crotch with the pillowcase next to her and crawled into the quilt.

W smiled and followed my wife. In the quilt, W's hand sometimes grasped my wife's breasts, sometimes gently twisted my wife's
vulva, and sometimes just lingered on my wife's body. My wife hummed comfortably, "You're such
a devil in my life. Even my husband doesn't do this to me so recklessly." My heart skipped a beat.

"This is nothing. My wife Xiaoru is really crazy when she plays. I learned these tricks from someone."

"From whom?" My wife turned to face W, her eyes shining brightly.

"Guess?" W said.

"How could I possibly guess?" His wife chuckled, then her laughter abruptly stopped. "It wouldn't be your second uncle, would it?" His wife
was clever, after all. She was being asked to guess, but she only knew two men who might be in Xiaoru's life.
One was W himself, needless to say, and the other was his gambling and thuggish second uncle.

"..." W was speechless, a pained yet feverish expression on his face, and he nodded slightly.

Xiaoru was a true Sichuan girl. Her city was a place of mountains and rivers, a place
of outstanding natural beauty, and the women there were beautiful. Of course, women as tall as Xiaoru, standing at 168cm, were rare, which was
what . After three years of pursuing her, W finally won her heart. Although they had lived together before marriage, and occasionally
pretended a third person was present during sex, W recalled that his wedding night with Xiaoru was still unforgettable.
That night, Xiaoru was particularly relaxed, and very wet; she was already soaking wet before W even began foreplay
.

"Ru, tonight let's not think about those celebrities, or your colleagues, okay?" W's huge penis
was inserted into his bride's honeyed vagina, his hand stroking his beloved wife's face.

"Hmm, whatever you want," Xiaoru said shyly.

"I want to think about my second uncle," W said. Xiaoru's body visibly trembled. W didn't think too deeply about it.

"Hmm..." More honey water gushed out of Xiaoru's honeyed vagina, her 33D breasts
swaying in waves of white flesh with her husband's thrusts inside her.

W's eyes burned with desire, his right hand grasping Xiaoru's breast, he said roughly, "Has your second uncle touched your breasts
?"

"Yes, he has," Xiaoru said.

"Like mine?"

"No, he was rougher. His palms were calloused, it hurt my nipples so much. Ah..."

"You slut, why didn't you just yell at him and drive him away!" W said bitterly, his mind
flashing back . "He was holding onto my pussy, his arms were so strong. I couldn't push him away."

"Did you see his big, thick cock?" W started panting even more.

"Yeah, thicker and longer than my husband's, and it's black."

W's mouth went dry. He hoisted Xiaoru's legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting into his
bride like a ram. Xiaoru's intoxicated expression and his mother's ashamed and humiliated expression alternated in his mind. A surge of
bitterness, containing love for his mother and Xiaoru, hatred for his mother and second uncle, mixed together indescribable emotions, rose from
his chest to his tailbone, finally turning into streams of semen shooting deep into Xiaoru's honey hole.

After ejaculating, W slumped against Xiaoru's chest. Noticing her husband's unusual behavior, Xiaoru tenderly
stroked his head, her mind replaying
the events of after the wedding, when her second uncle secretly entered the bridal chamber. Unbeknownst to W, the scene he had just imagined had actually occurred that afternoon!

Days later, Xiaoru finally mustered the courage to tell her husband that her second uncle had indeed assaulted her! She hadn't wanted to,
but her second uncle was too wicked, choosing the wedding day. Xiaoru, concerned for her wedding, didn't want to cause a scene and leave regrets,
so she remained silent. W ultimately loved Xiaoru. Afterwards, he blamed himself, wondering if he
harbored a cuckoldry complex, often tempting his wife to cheat, which might have led to Xiaoru's half-hearted resistance when her second uncle assaulted her.

He even wondered if his voyeuristic or cuckoldry thoughts stemmed from his childhood glimpse of his demure
mother being assaulted by his thuggish second uncle.

Regardless, he felt less anger and more excitement and anticipation towards what had happened.

After witnessing his mother being assaulted by his second uncle as a child, W became even more concerned about his parents' marital life. Countless times,
in the dead of night, he would hear his father's panting, sighs, and self-reproach: "Man, I'm sorry..." His mother would always cover his father's mouth with
her small hand. "It's alright, go to sleep."

It was shortly after that summer when his mother was assaulted. That night, W had diarrhea and spent
half a day the toilet. While squatting, by the moonlight, he could see the entire courtyard. He heard footsteps
coming from the house. Thinking it was his mother getting up, W was about to tell her he was in the toilet when he heard the footsteps
heading towards the front door. He looked up in surprise and vaguely saw his second uncle's figure. The door opened and closed. Remembering
the scene he had witnessed with his second uncle and mother, he was struck dumb. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and went back to his room, deliberately walking quietly as
he passed his mother's bedroom. He heard the sound of running water coming from inside.

Since his previous voyeuristic experience, W had frantically studied many things related to men and women. At this moment, he
understood what had happened.

"I didn't leave home until high school, and I lived at school for extended periods. Before that, whenever my father went to the county for meetings or
business trips, I would always be awake at night. Countless times, I would lie in front of my parents' bedroom door, listening to
the intense . And these sounds were things my father and mother couldn't make when they were making love. And my mother's moans,
her hysterical screams during orgasm, were things my father couldn't provide.

"My mother cursed my second uncle as a beast, while... oh... low moans.

I've said before, W is a good storyteller. Look, he hasn't even used much vulgar language, just describing his mother's journey from passive to
acquiescing in her affair, and his wife is already panting. "Hmm... your second uncle is so bad! He's a real scoundrel."

"Yes, he's an absolute scoundrel, a piece of trash. He fucked my mother, many times. Logically,
I should hate him. But sometimes I'm grateful to him, because he gave my mother pleasure.

"He's experienced, and well-endowed..."

"Is it big enough?" the wife asked doubtfully. "Didn't you say he was destitute and being chased by debt collectors?"

"It's here, Ying, you're so cute." W must have grabbed the wife's hand and placed it on his penis
.

"You're so annoying!" I can imagine how shy the wife was. "How big is it?" After saying that, the wife immediately burrowed under the covers in embarrassment
.

"Hehe," W laughed, "Is mine bigger or Brother Li's?"

The wife seemed to think for a moment and said, "It seems yours is a little bigger than your husband's, but that's not a big deal!"

"Yeah, neither of ours is anything special. But Second Uncle's is really something else. His thing is at least
twenty centimeters long, so thick that even my mother can't hold it in one hand." W said.

The wife later told me that when she heard W say that, she wondered what it would feel like to have such a thick thing inserted into her vagina
. At that moment, her vagina gushed with fluid.

"When we went upstairs just now... did you like it?" W asked as he carried the wife upstairs while fucking her.

"..." The wife probably hummed in a whisper.

"That's something I learned from my second uncle. It was a moonlit summer night. My second uncle, caught up in the act, carried
Mom out of the bedroom and into the living room. Held in his arms, Mom was clearly overwhelmed with pleasure. She leaned on his
shoulder, one hand covering her mouth, the other gripping his back, her nails digging deep into his dark flesh.

"While fucking Mom, my second uncle said, 'Xiaoman, you're so slutty. Is it true that the more beautiful a woman is, the slutner she is?
None of the married women I've been with are as wet as you. Xiao Wu can't satisfy you, can he? You slut!
You wouldn't let me have you that time. Now you're begging me.

' "Mom opened her tightly closed eyes and glanced worriedly at my bedroom. I quickly took a step back through the crack in the door."

"My second uncle understood, but instead of slowing down, he used the hand supporting my mother's buttocks to toss her high into the air.
My mother gasped in surprise, then realized that her buttocks, as she fell freely, landed
on my second uncle's large, rough hand. Throughout the entire process, my second uncle's large penis never left my mother's vagina!"

"Watching the violent sex, my penis became incredibly hard. I saw my second uncle fucking her like this for a while,
thrusting five or six times before tossing my mother high in the air. Soon, my mother mumbled something, and then her whole body
tensed up—she had an orgasm. But my second uncle didn't let her go, leaving her sprawled on the sofa like a pile of mud. My mother
was completely powerless; she could only prop herself up on her buttocks with her knees and thighs, letting my second uncle do as he pleased."

"My second uncle used his big, rough hand to grope my mother's genitals, then, holding his enormous penis, he stood
behind . With a slight thrust, the purplish-black glans, followed by the shaft as thick as a child's arm, entered my mother's honeyed cunt. He
gave my bedroom a deep look and began to fuck my mother wildly.

"Did you submit? Will you listen to me next time? Do you dare to refuse me like last time, you slut!" My second uncle deliberately insulted my
mother .

"Mom was in a daze, almost unconscious, murmuring, 'I won't dare anymore. As long as Fifth Brother isn't here, Second Brother,
please come.

' 'Come for what? Second Uncle won't let Mom go.' 'Come fuck me!'

'Slut! Call me Daddy!'

'Daddy!' Mom cried tears of joy.

'So this is what Second Uncle forced Mom to call out like that before he ejaculated.'

——————

'Your Second Uncle is a real donkey!' My wife gasped, clearly aroused.

'Women like that, right?'

'Your mother is lucky.' I never imagined my wife would envy W's mother. Just
because his mother was repeatedly brought to orgasm by his Second Uncle! I couldn't help but understand my virtuous and elegant wife a little better.

'You're lucky too! Or you can be lucky,' W said.

I heard the sound of someone getting up." Then I heard my wife's sweet voice: "Ah, what?!"

"I want to fuck you like Uncle fucks Mom."

Outside the door, listening to the sounds of slapping inside, I imagined my elegant wife being held in W's arms, her honeyed cunt
being violently penetrated by W's cannon. Fortunately, I had witnessed it once before going to sleep, so imagining it this time wasn't difficult.

The difference was that this time, my wife had been aroused by W, and she no longer suppressed her feelings and moans.
I had never seen my wife moan so loudly during sex.

"Fuck me! Ah..."

"Can Uncle fuck you?"

"Yes, I can. His cock is thick, I like thick ones."

"It's in! Uncle has penetrated your fat cunt!"

"I like it, I'm so happy! It's really thick, there's no gap! Fuck me harder!"

"Does your husband know that you were fucked by my Uncle?"

"No, don't let him know. Ah..." My wife's moans began to break up due to W's thrusting
.

"Ying, I'll take you to my hometown. That way, you can really be fucked by my second uncle. Like Xiaoru,
she's staying at my second uncle's farmhouse inn in China!"

"Mmm... okay! Ah..." The wife was already lost in thought.

"Call me!" W roared.

"Daddy!" The wife succumbed once again.

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