[The Poisonous Wife] Chapter Seventeen - The Mother-in-Law's Helplessness and Shame

17. My Mother-in-Law's Helplessness and Shame
I tried to remove the hand from my waist, but looking down, I noticed a gold bracelet on her fair wrist. My wife's

delicate gold bracelet!
"Husband!" a beautiful woman called softly and plaintively from behind.
I suddenly realized I was standing on the balcony. I hadn't even noticed the raindrops spraying on my face.

My wife pressed her face against my back, gently rubbing my back muscles with boundless tenderness.
The rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the dawn was approaching!
I had been standing there from midnight until the early hours of the morning. It was a bit cold, and my wife's arms were icy, but

the soft flesh against my back was burning hot. How long had it been since I had made love with her properly?
"Wife, let's go inside!" I turned around, put my arm around my wife's waist, and went back into the room. I gently closed

the balcony door, and instantly, the room was filled with warmth.
"Are you sleepy, darling?" I noticed Mengchan's face looked a little tired, and I lovingly kissed her head.
"No, I'm not sleepy, husband. Husband, you lie down a little longer, I'll go downstairs to make breakfast." My wife lingered in my arms

for a while before reluctantly trying to leave.
I grabbed Mengchan's hand, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her lips.
My wife trembled, as if a withered tree had come back to life, and returned my kiss with incredible passion.
We embraced on the soft bed, gently loosening our robes, our jade-like bodies lying prone.
I quietly admired my wife Mengchan's beautiful body. Her eyes were somewhat hazy as she gazed at the ceiling,

a few strands of hair falling across her face, rising gently with her breath, like willow catkins, then

drifting .

The sky had just cleared, and the sunlight streaming through the glass door shone onto the bed, draping my beautiful, naked wife in

a pale golden veil.
My wife looked at me shyly, her jade-like face shimmering with an ivory-like glow, her exquisitely beautiful

cheeks flushed like fire. Her pure and beautiful eyes, brimming with charm, closed tightly under my gaze, her long, dark

eyelashes concealing her trembling, clear, autumn-like pupils.
Beneath her fair and delicate, straight neck lay a pair of soft, rounded, slender shoulders, her snow-white skin with its graceful lines resembling

a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains—elegant and radiant; or like a lotus just emerging from the water, pure and ethereal.
Most exquisitely beautiful were two places: her breasts, like snow-capped peaks, fragrant as dew, their two points of allure truly captivating

, like tortoiseshell delicately applied to the edges of a flower stamen, or coral adorning the high peaks of a jade mountain.
Below these snow-capped peaks was a slender waist, as thin as silk, seemingly boneless. Her flat, fat-free

lower abdomen was punctuated by a tuft of sensual pubic hair, shimmering brilliantly in the morning light.
Two long, white, dazzlingly beautiful legs crossed, concealing the woman's most mysterious area

.
My captivating eyes traveled down her shapely, white thighs to her beautifully contoured, sexy ankles, all the way

to those jade-like feet that haunted my dreams.
Mengchan's beauty made my heart pound, and I felt a pang of regret for neglecting her for so long.
I looked at my wife; her eyes were still closed, and her small feet, rubbing together, showed her tension. Her

delicate slender toes bent and straightened intermittently, beckoning me to pamper them. My
wife, who hadn't been cherished and loved by me for so long, now looked like a virgin.
I removed my shoes, knelt at the foot of the bed, and held those beautiful feet together. Red lips and a rose tattoo

were vividly depicted on her snow-white instep. I took a deep breath; the fragrance of her feet was intoxicating. I opened my mouth and

kissed the red lip tattoo with a mixture of adoration and reverence.
I gently licked her skin, so smooth and fragrant, as if washed in milk. The small mouth imprinted on my wife's jade-like foot was so alluring.

I used my lips to suckle the fragrant skin of her foot, taking a small amount of the thin flesh into my mouth, the red lip print also

rolled into my lips. Although the flesh could only be held on my lips, the soft, delicate flesh clinging to them and

being licked and rubbed by my tongue was a unique pleasure.
My mouth felt like a vacuum, my cheeks hollowed out, and with a soft "pop," the tight skin of my wife's snow-white foot could

n't withstand the pressure of my breath and secretly slipped out of my mouth.
"Ah!" Mengchan trembled and let out a groan.
I saw that the originally fair instep was now pink, making the red lip print appear even more delicate

and bright. I felt a pang of pity for my wife and dared not tease her any further. I gently caressed the reddened area with my tongue;

where my saliva touched, her jade-like foot became even more translucent.
I held Mengchan's ankles with one hand and took her delicate toes into my mouth. My other hand

reached down to her genitals, gently stroking the downy hair that clung to her delicate body. Mengchan couldn't resist the ticklish sensation, and her legs involuntarily

closed tightly. But she immediately opened them again, just to receive more of my tenderness.
My tongue traveled upwards, the smooth, tender skin and the milky scent intoxicating. I

kissed her delicate body while gently caressing her sensitive spots.
Every inch of her fragrant skin was an inch of ecstasy. My tongue wandered over her beautiful body, sometimes like a graceful maiden shyly turning away,

leaning against the door, sniffing the plum blossoms; sometimes as rough as a man sharpening a knife, scraping and sweeping across.
Gradually, her peach blossom cave flowed with a trickle of celestial fluid, and her snow-white body blushed with a peach color. The beauty

gasped softly, her jade-like arms flailing from side to side, trying to pry my tongue and fingers away, but she couldn't muster the strength. Instead, she pressed my head down even

harder , arching her lower abdomen. She seemed to be resisting yet welcoming, wanting to give up but also hesitant.
"Husband, I want it!" As I buried myself between her legs, using my mouth to caress Mengchan's tender honeypot, my wife

finally couldn't help but cry out.
I saw that Mengchan was already slick with moisture, panting heavily, almost convulsing. The only

adornment she wore was her gold bracelet, which swayed incessantly with her spasms. I had to abandon my

grand plan . Kissing her whole body had always been my most sublime expression of love.

It was somewhat regrettable, but with the beauty's invitation, a brave man was naturally ready to die. I adopted the most traditional position and

thrust my erect penis inside. Immediately, I felt a warm, tight grip in her lower body, her honeypot undulating, the tender flesh

eagerly taking my shaft in.
I thrust slowly yet heavily into Mengchan's lower abdomen. With each thrust, my testicles bounced back against

the tender flesh , making a "slap, slap" sound.
"Baby, does it feel good?" I covered Mengchan's breasts with my hands, her plump breasts swaying with each thrust of my lower body.

She swayed and rocked beneath my hands.
"Husband, harder... harder! Ah..." Mengchan's breath was ragged, and her plaintive moans

escaped her lips.
I leaned down, my arms entwining around my wife's back, holding her tightly. In her throes of passion, Mengchan

grabbed my hair and pulled hard. I winced in pain, but my lower body couldn't help but thrust

harder , the sounds of flesh colliding filling the house.
"Ah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Ah! Ah! Ah!" My wife Mengchan finally let go

. Ever since I whipped her with the belt, she had suppressed her voice during sex, afraid to

shout out loud for fear of my anger.
I drove her like a pile driver, each thrust heavier than the last, each one faster than the last. Mengchan's high-pitched moans

even made the glass door of the balcony tremble slightly. I was panting heavily, and in the end, I didn't even have time to pull out my penis;

my hot semen shot deep into Mengchan's flower.
Outside, the rain had stopped, and inside, the clouds had cleared.
My wife gently rested her head on my shoulder, the white quilt draped around our waists and hips.

We lay naked together, silently watching the bright curtains.
Sunlight streamed through the beige curtains, illuminating Mengchan's delicate body, giving it an amber-like hue,

shrouded in a misty haze. The aroma of milk filled the air, filling my nostrils and a wave of tenderness washed over me.

"Husband, will you still treat me like this in the future?" My wife traced circles on my chest with her small hand,

her eyes avoiding my gaze.
"Wife, as long as you don't betray me in the future, I'll treat you better than anyone else. You know, you

're the one I love most right now. Although I hate that you had Xunmei raped, I hate you even more for selling your own body."

My heart ached; I still couldn't let go of this matter.
"Husband, I know you don't believe me now, but one day you will. I swear,

even if I die, I will never betray you!" Mengchan straightened up, her chest heaving with emotion, but her words

were resolute.
"It's all in the past, let's not talk about this anymore. If someone really forces you, I will forgive you. Don't

talk about death so easily. But don't cheat on me, I'll go crazy. If you don't love me anymore, I'll

let go . I don't want to discover step by step that the person I love is cheating; my heart really can't take it." I put my arm around

Mengchan's waist, holding her tightly in my arms, as if letting go would mean losing her.
"Husband... Waaah..." Mengchan cried.
"Baby, don't cry! I love you, more than my daughter, more than your sister Xunmei. You're an angel sent

from . When I was at my lowest point, you gave me money to study abroad. You gave me

the right to be a father, you forgave my absurd request, and you agreed to my relationship with Xunmei. Before, I was

more loved you, but now I'm overflowing with love!" I pressed my forehead against Mengchan's head and wiped away her

tears with my hands.
"Husband, there's something I've always wanted to tell you, that money is..." Mengchan was about to finish speaking when

there was a knock on the door.
"What is that money?" I quickly got up and put on my clothes, also putting my wife's clothes on her,

as I asked her.
My wife paused, glanced at the door, sighed, and then continued, "That money was my

New Year's money saved up since I was little." "Oh, I've spent all my wife's New Year's money. I'll spoil you even more from now on.

Don't be distant with me anymore; I still like it when you hit me, scold me, and we play SM together." Honestly, I've always

liked Mengchan's true nature. If she had to compromise and live with me, neither of us would be happy.
"Honey, you're so good!" Mengchan acted like a princess, letting me dress her, her eyes filled

with infinite tenderness.
I enjoyed my wife's gentle gaze, willingly putting on her clothes one by one.
"Sister, brother-in-law, Mom's calling you for breakfast." The knocking stopped, but my sister-in-law Mengjuan's

voice rang out.
"I know, you go ahead with your work!" Mengchan's voice was a little cold, but she still maintained some restraint in front of me.
I didn't say anything, but then I suddenly remembered I hadn't used a condom, so I said apologetically to Mengchan, "Honey,

I ejaculated inside you. Are you in your safe period now?" I've never really understood women's menstrual cycles; I was

so engrossed in the moment that I forgot to use a condom.
"Ah! Today is my fertile period. I'll go get it out, and then I'll take the birth control pill. It should be

fine " With that, my wife took off her clothes again.
In the bathroom, Mengchan spread her two snow-white thighs rather indecently, her fingers digging deep inside, occasionally

washing her genitals with the showerhead. Her dark pubic hair was wet, hanging down over her tender vulva, which she then parted,

gradually drawing out thick white fluid from her glistening vagina.
"Honey, I'll get a tubal ligation and an IUD. Then I won't need condoms or birth control pills anymore. Do you

want another child? If so, let's not get the tubal ligation yet, let's have another one." Mengchan said, her

fingers digging into her genitals.
Watching my wife digging into her genitals like she was masturbating, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"If only Zhenzhen were here, I'd take you to get your tubal ligated whenever you're free.

It always feels like something's missing when we make love through that membrane," I said.
But I immediately had a second thought. If I tied off her fallopian tubes, she could cheat on me without

any worries Anyone could ejaculate inside her tender vagina without a condom.

Wouldn't that make my situation even worse?
"Okay, let's go next week. The New Year is coming up soon, we need to hurry,"

my wife said, standing up after getting ready. Suddenly noticing my expression, she asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"

My face was tense, and I forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Nothing." Mengchan quietly observed

my expression, then suddenly said, "I'm not getting my tubal ligated!" "Go, why aren't you going?"

I said guiltily.
"No, you clearly don't want me to get a vasectomy. Have you always suspected me, thinking I'd cheat on you?

Wouldn't you be more at ease if I didn't get a vasectomy?" the wife said softly, but her words were filled with anger.

"No, honey
. I absolutely believe you! I'm just worried that taking too many birth control pills might be bad for your health."

I quickly masked my irritation, secretly admiring my wife's quick wit.
Mengchan glanced at me, playfully punched my chest, but didn't dare get angry; she probably

didn't want to ruin the rare sweetness of the morning. She sighed, gave a slightly melancholic smile, and then walked out of the bathroom first.
The company had heard rumors about my alleged murder, and initially, the discussion was intense. Fortunately,

the case was quickly solved. Wang Hongtao, who jumped off a building due to debt collection pressure, was jokingly called "Jumping Wang" by the company;

no expected him to be the murderer. They all thought Zhang Baodong, whose wife had been taken advantage of, was the real culprit.

As for the third suspect—me—my colleagues absolutely didn't believe I could do such a thing.
But the rumors about me having a mistress spread like wildfire; not only did people in our company know, but

other companies in the building also knew about me. Everyone was condemning me, harshly criticizing my ungratefulness. With

such a wonderful wife, how could he have an affair? They've seen my wife frequently bring me food to the company, showering me with

care and tenderness. Sometimes she even shares some food with others; all the men in the building are

captivated by her charm.
In their eyes, my wife, Mengchan, is not only beautiful but also so virtuous—a rare find in today's society.

And yet, I neglect such a beautiful wife, keeping another woman hidden away. My colleagues are outraged; I

've truly incurred their wrath.
I've been listless at work these past few days. My boss, He Jing, hasn't given me a kind look, using my recent lack of work as an excuse

to make me redo and revise some completed design drafts multiple times. My subordinates also dislike me;

they either don't cooperate or argue with me. Whenever I get angry, they bring up my wife Mengchan's

affair, trying to persuade me with heartfelt words. They manage to link completely unrelated things to my infidelity—I'm truly pathetic!
The end of the year is always busy, and I tried my best to make up for any neglect at work beforehand. The busyness also helped

me forget the deepest, most unspeakable secret weighing on my heart. Eventually, I even stopped having those strange erotic dreams.
I visit Xunmei less often now, but we still talk on the phone every day. There are several reasons for this,

but the most important is that my family knows Xunmei is my lover, and that our relationship has never ended.
But my wife, Mengchan, and Xunmei are like sisters—no, much closer than blood sisters. My wife even

invites me to Xunmei's house, and we sometimes go shopping, cook, and make love together—

it's like living in paradise.
Seeing their harmonious relationship sometimes makes me uneasy. Is Mengchan really such a good actress? But

seeing her sincere expression, I'd rather believe she didn't do it, rather believe the rumors I heard at the class reunion were just that—rumors.

I'd rather believe the person I saw at the bookstore was my sister-in-law, Mengjuan, and rather believe the man in the floral collar was lying.
I've been busy with work, so I haven't had much time to spend with my two beautiful wives and concubines. But when

we do have free time, we indulge in extreme pleasure.
I often come home very late, so I rarely eat dinner with my family. Mainly, I'm afraid

to sit at the same table as my mother-in-law, Mingyue. That shameless old hag always looks at me with a burning, almost

brazen gaze. I'm always afraid of being discovered by the rest of the family, but I'm grateful to her, and after a night of pleasure,

I both love and fear her.
One night, I got up to get a drink of water because I was thirsty. As I walked down the stairs to the first floor, I heard

strange .
Could there be a thief? It was pitch black downstairs; if it were my family, they should have turned on the lights. I quietly took off

my slippers , crouched down, and stealthily approached a sofa in the living room. The rustling sound was coming from there.
The curtains weren't fully closed, and a sliver of light sneaked into the living room, guiding me, but also letting me

see something I shouldn't have.
Lying on the red sofa was a person, her back to me, curled up inside. A soft light shone

on her delicate body, a vibrant, alluring form rising and falling on the sofa. Even without that

light , her fair skin seemed to gleam faintly.
This body was none other than my mother-in-law, Mingyue, with whom I had shared a night of passion!
My already parched throat felt even drier, but I dared not

swallow the sound awaken my mother-in-law on the sofa.
She was curled up on her side, her calves pressed against the back of the sofa, her legs bent, her rounded

thighs connecting to her breathtakingly full buttocks. The soft light shone on one of her buttocks,

the five tones of a sketch fully expressed on this vibrant body.
The brightest part, the highest point of her buttocks. Like a bright moon hanging in the dark night sky, this moon was unlike any other, yet

both were dazzling. The night didn't bring them darkness, but rather allowed them to better showcase themselves.
The gray area—that was the gracefully curved side of their waist. The beautiful curve began at their hips and continued down to their mother-in-law's rounded,

fragrant shoulders. Unfortunately, a white cloth draped around her waist, the soft white strip of fabric covering her slender waist,

was too long, with a section hanging down to the edge of the sofa. That white cloth resembled a cascading waterfall,

meandering down from a high mountain. The originally bare mountain of flesh, thanks to this waterfall, became even more alluring.
The line between light and shadow was precisely at that sliver of skin on her buttocks; the combination of light and shadow outlined the perfect cleft of her buttocks.

Because of this slit, the beauty's entire buttocks became a full, heart-shaped feature. The reflection, however, was at that small section of her feet. Two delicate, beautiful feet were pressed together, the soles of her feet rippling like a small stone
thrown into a lake , constantly undulating.

Her little feet would straighten and then relax,

a pair of panties pressed beneath them, constantly being rubbed and kneaded by her toes. The panties rubbed against the sofa,

emitting a pitiful, faint groan, the rustling sound emanating from that spot.

A slender shadow was cast on a plush carpet beneath the sofa, the shadow swaying incessantly,

sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Though the shadow was not very clear, the rhythmic swaying was clearly visible.
Highlights, midtones, the terminator, reflections, and shadows—the five tones of a sketch, perfectly

rendered on my mother-in-law, became even more vivid and three-dimensional. I even had an impulse, wishing I had a drawing board right now to

paint the beauty before me.
However, no matter how hard I tried to draw, I couldn't capture the alluring beauty of this woman. My mother-in-law's arm pressed against her ample

breasts, a smooth, fleshy line of skin spilling out from where her arm met her chest,

only to recede again as her arm was raised. She tried to suppress her moans, but faint whispers escaped her lips. The soft panting,

accompanied by the rustling of fabric, sounded even clearer in the quiet night.
My mother-in-law was masturbating! My heart pounded. Should I spend another night with her?

After all, . Everyone says once leads to a second time;

what difference does it make if I do it once or twice?
But, but this is home! I wonder if my wife upstairs is awake. If she finds I haven't gone up to sleep

for a long time , will she come downstairs looking for me? And my father-in-law is sleeping in his room too. If he comes out and

we're caught, how can I face him?
At that moment, I desperately wished everyone else were drunk, like my father-in-law that day,

completely out of it, so I could feast on my mother-in-law.
Beautiful flesh before me, yet danger lurked everywhere; I didn't have the courage, so I quietly turned to leave.
"Da...Ren!" The voice was soft, carrying a seductive, alluring quality, yet it froze me

in place.
I paused, not daring to turn back, and whispered, "Mom, I didn't mean to, I

thought there was a thief, so...so..." Before I could finish, two firm breasts pressed against my

back. Then, a warm, soft body pressed against me; my mother-in-law stretched out her jade-like arms and tightly embraced my waist.

A faint rose scent wafted from the woman's hair and body behind me, filling my nostrils.
"I want you! Da...Ren, please give it to Mommy? Mommy really needs it! You've ignored me these past few days, and

tonight that bastard has me all messed up. Please grant Mommy's wish!" After saying that, my mother-in-law

started kissing me through my pajamas like a female dog. She kissed and sniffed, her fragrant tongue sucking and licking my

bare skin.
"Mom, please do it later? It's too dangerous now. Everyone's asleep. If we get caught, we're

finished!" I said in a low voice, feeling scared like a thief, but also vaguely

excited .
"Good Daren, good son-in-law, good brother! Touch Mommy's pussy, Mommy's so wet, can you

bear to see Mommy in so much pain?" My mother-in-law, Mingyue, actually pulled my hand and pressed it against her private parts. Her
smooth, plump vulva was already wet, and the sticky fluid had spread to her inner thighs. The warm,

moist air, the slippery skin—a gentle press revealed a sticky fluid that dripped from between my

fingers .
I couldn't resist lightly tapping the entrance, inserting a finger, bending it at the knuckle, and hooking it upwards. The tender flesh immediately contracted at

the scrape.
"Ah!" My mother-in-law, Mingyue, cried out in pleasure, her lewd voice jarring and loud in the quiet living room

.
Startled, I quickly withdrew my finger, turned to face her, and

pleaded, "Mom, can we find another time? It's really not possible now, and you're screaming so loudly. This…"

Before I could finish, my mother-in-law inserted her slender finger, smeared with her bodily fluids, into my mouth. After a few swirls, I

involuntarily swallowed the fluid from her finger.
"Good brother, you're my own brother! Mom wants it now, Mom can't wait that long. Let's go to

the guest room , I promise I won't scream!" My mother-in-law said, pulling her finger out of my mouth, but then unzipping my pants,

grabbing my already erect penis, and pulling it forward like a handle.
I involuntarily followed, my lower body a little sore, but thankfully we reached the guest room quickly.
We didn't turn on the lights, the guest room was a bit dark, the faint night light from outside shone through the curtains onto the snow-white bed,

the white sheets even reflecting a faint glow. My mother-in-law lay down, my penis was pulled by her, and my body

fell down with her. Luckily I reacted in time, quickly bracing myself on the mattress with my hands. Otherwise, my penis would have been pressed straight down, and

even if it wasn't broken, it would probably have been seriously sprained.
My mother-in-law pounced on me like a wolf, and in a few quick movements, she ripped off my clothes. Her smooth tongue

kept licking my chest, and occasionally she would gently bite my two still nipples with her teeth.
"Mom, can you be a little gentler?!" I looked at my mother-in-law beneath me, who was acting like a female dog in heat. One of her hands

was still forcefully pulling on my penis, while the other was wrapped around my waist. Her tongue licked from my chest

down to my face. My face felt like it had been washed with a soaking wet rag, covered in my mother-in-law's fragrant saliva.
In the darkness, I could only feel the warm, sweet scent of her body. She was like a water snake swimming beneath me,

her small hands gripping my manhood. My penis was like a game controller; whichever direction she pulled, my

body would shift slightly in that direction.
I dared not struggle too much, nor did I want to break free. She was my mother-in-law, my elder, and I also somewhat

enjoyed her madness. To have such a beauty so infatuated with me was incredibly satisfying for a man. But

more than anything, I was unable to relinquish this forbidden desire. The pleasure of incest sometimes bursts through like a flood, and

a voice inside you tempts you, "Succeed, succeed!" Indulge in the sinful pleasure, wantonly

toying with this noble mother!
"Hehe, you've annoyed my little darling! Good brother, put it in, let Mom go crazy again,

Mom didn't get enough last time!" My mother-in-law, Mingyue, kissed my lips, then

wrapped .
"Mom, let go first, how can I put it in if I don't let go?" I lightly pinched my mother-in-law's nipple,

retaliating by applying a little force, lifting the nipple upwards, then instantly letting go.
"Ah! You're so naughty! I let go, hurry up and put it in, your dad's dick is so small and he ejaculates too early

, he ejaculates so much as soon as I get aroused, serves him right for being a cuckold!" My mother-in-law's breasts trembled wildly in the darkness,

white and shiny. Her voice was somewhat seductive, but if her words were spoken in ancient times, she would be drowned in a pig cage.
I said nothing more, and had her bend one of her beautiful legs. In the darkness, she felt her way to a warm, damp swamp, turned sideways,

and guided my swollen penis to the still-dripping, wet opening, inserting it inside.
With a "plop," a trickle of fluid squeezed out of her vagina; the penis and vagina were so perfectly joined.

Together, like the Shenzhou spacecraft docking in space, a perfect fit.

"Oh, oh, oh!" my mother-in-law cried out softly, her small hand

involuntarily .
I felt a sharp pain, my pulse pounding rapidly, the suppressed agony transforming into the most violent impact, like a surging

wave crashing against the shore of my mother-in-law's plump buttocks.
My mother-in-law's cries were like a tsunami of lust, the louder she cried, the harder she pinched,

the louder the sound of flesh crashing against the shore!
But my mother-in-law was using too much force, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain. I felt a surge of hatred; you're enjoying yourself, but

you're torturing . I grabbed her mischievous little hand and twisted it behind my back. My mother-in-law cried out in pain, her delicate body being pulled to one side.

One breast was pressed beneath her, the other pressed against the bed, heavy and

distorted in the darkness with the convulsions of her body.

"Dear brother, it hurts! Be gentle...be gentle...Mommy won't...I won't pinch you anymore!" My mother-in-law, Mingyue,

cried out , quickly begging for mercy.
"If you listen to me, I'll let go. From now on, shut your mouth!" I felt a surge

of joy ; I had finally gained the upper hand. My
mother-in-law quickly covered her mouth with her other hand, the lewd moans

escaping through her fingers, like the wind whistling through tree branches; like a newly hatched bird, weak yet struggling to sing.
The noble woman was beneath me, the immoral pleasure blinding my mind. I was like a

galloping horse, joyfully riding across my mother-in-law's vast grassland.
I couldn't see my mother-in-law's expression in the darkness. But her pleasure was

indirectly revealed by the rhythm of her vagina and the twitching of her arms.
My mother-in-law's delicate body became a mare, her arms became reins, and I, like a horse trainer, skillfully and

rhythmically trained the beautiful mare beneath me. The once wild mare was now obediently tamed. My

pleasure surged like a tidal wave, and my semen gushed forth. The mare's clitoris, struck by the scalding semen,

caused the bit to automatically loosen. The horse reared up, its mane whipping high, and it let out a melodious

neigh!

After the lovemaking, my mother-in-law, Mingyue's, body was still convulsing, the afterglow of her orgasm lingering, and she

could only breathe softly.
The coolness of the night broke through the warm, sensual atmosphere and fell on my naked body. I shivered slightly from the cold and

quickly covered my mother-in-law's beautiful body with the blanket.
Then I found a roll of toilet paper in the room, first wiping my mother-in-law's body, and then tidying myself

up . I dressed, opened the door, and climbed upstairs in the dark.
The bedside lamp was still on in the bedroom. I had only intended to go downstairs for a drink of water and then come back to sleep, but I never expected to spend

another night with my mother-in-law.
The warm yellow light only illuminated a small area. My wife was covered by the blanket with her back to me. Judging from the shape of

the blanket , she was curled up like a shrimp.
Some of the white blanket had draped to the floor. I went over to pick up a corner, but just as I was about to put it on the bed,

the silk blanket slipped from my hands like an eel, falling to the floor instead.
Suddenly, a sleeping beauty was before me. My wife's beauty was breathtaking. Although I knew her

body intimately, the beauty under the lamplight was still so alluring.
Her white nightgown, bathed in the dim light, was shrouded in a hazy mist. Her delicate shoulders were draped only by

a thin lace strap, her once snow-white skin now tinged with a pale egg-yolk yellow. Her arms were resting

against her cheeks, her flowing hair cascading down her back, revealing a finely sculpted ear.
Her pretty face was hazy in the warm light, though it appeared pale, as if burdened by

sorrow, and her eyes seemed slightly moist. I felt a pang of guilt; I had caused her so much worry lately, and just

moments ago, I had committed incest with her mother again.
I stared at my wife's body, somewhat lost in thought, almost forgetting to cover her with a blanket.
Her nightgown, though quite large, couldn't fully contain her body, revealing a small section of her fair

calves feet, and

on the smooth, jade-like insteps, one could vaguely make out a delicate red lip.

I couldn't help but walk over and touch my wife Mengchan's small feet. They were a little cold, and I bent down

and kissed them. Just as I was about to cover her with the blanket, I noticed some dust on the soles of her feet.
A sudden chill ran through me. Had my wife woken up earlier? Had she gone downstairs? Had she discovered my

affair with her mother?
My heart pounded, and I glanced at Mengchan with a pang of fear. Was the wetness in her eyes a

sign that she had been secretly crying? A pang of pain shot through me. I had utterly broken my wife's heart. She hadn't even

yelled at me on the spot. If it were before, there would have been a huge fight.
Sometimes love is also a form of harm. Cruel people, like me, murdered the man with the brothel collar and whipped my wife.

Kind people, however, choose to hurt themselves, like my wife. I've cheated on her twice, and this time I had

this shameful affair with her mother. My wife can only swallow her bitterness.
When I suspected my wife of cheating, I wavered between forgiveness and despair. Is she feeling the same way now?

The only thing we have in common is heartbreak.
I climbed into bed, pulled the covers over myself, and hugged my wife's delicate body from behind. With tears in my eyes, I whispered,

"Baby, I'm sorry!" I couldn't tell if she was truly asleep or just pretending. I pressed my head against her neck and took

a deep breath. That warm, milky scent soothed my shame, and I gradually drifted off to sleep.
This week, I chose a day to get my tubal ligation done with Mengchan. I went during work hours. My job

doesn't require me to be in the office every day, and my boss, He Jing, has been a little

less critical of me lately because of my good performance.
We didn't tell anyone about it, not even Xunmei. After all, Mengchan and I had

a small , and I had forced her to do it out of anger and embarrassment.
However, now I'm doing it willingly; I truly hurt my wife deeply. After the ligation, we can make love freely again

—why not? Besides, if she really wants to cheat again, I can't prevent it anyway, so why dwell on it now

?
As we were leaving the hospital, the doctor told us that the stitches couldn't be removed for another three days, and it would be best to wait a month before we could

sleep together.
"Honey, will there be a scar?" My wife, Mengchan, covered the incision site, her face pale.
"I like scars, as long as it's yours, I like it!" I knew there would definitely be a scar,

but the doctor said it would be small and wouldn't affect our appearance.
"Ah! I'm too scared to wear a swimsuit anymore," Mengchan said regretfully.
"Baby, you can wear it just for me. Let's go." I put my arm around my wife's shoulder and got into

the Lexus.
That night, my wife snuggled in my arms and said, "Let's go sleep at Xunmei's place for the next few days." I said, "It's only a month,

how can I let you stay alone every day?" My wife looked at me with some relief, buried her head under my armpit, and

peacefully fell asleep.
This day was my wedding anniversary with my wife. I had ordered a bouquet of 99 roses well in advance, representing

our everlasting love.
When my wife, Mengchan, saw such a large bouquet of roses at home, her smile warmed like sunshine, and she

happily took the flowers to our room.
With everyone else in the family, I couldn't help but feel a little shy. I rarely do romantic things, and I'm always frugal,

giving all my savings to my wife.
When we said we were going out to eat, I noticed my sister-in-law, Mengjuan, looked disappointed, with

a hint . I saw her tremble when her gaze met Mengchan's, and she quickly looked

away.
Lately, the two sisters, Mengchan and Mengjuan, had a very bad relationship. When I wasn't around, my wife was even more cruel and ruthless towards

her sister-in-law , as if she harbored a deep hatred for Mengjuan, constantly humiliating and sexually torturing her.

I witnessed all of this unintentionally, and I didn't feel comfortable intervening on the spot. Afterwards, I told my wife my thoughts,

asking her not to treat Mengjuan like that.
Mengchan agreed, but I felt she hadn't truly agreed. I often saw Mengjuan acting

like a mouse around a cat when she saw Mengchan. Both sisters concealed it well, at least their parents didn't know.
I glanced back at my mother-in-law unintentionally; she actually stuck out her tongue and curled her lips, her eyes flashing with seductive allure. Her

husband was right beside her, yet she was so brazen. My scalp tingled, and I quickly took my wife and led her out the door

.
In the Western restaurant, Mengchan and I sat facing each other. The wine glasses on the table were

illuminated , their shimmering light reflecting off Mengchan's jade-like cheeks, creating a warm, rosy glow. A bouquet of flowers on

the table made the atmosphere even more sweet and pleasant.
We ordered two steaks, a bottle of red wine, a soft drink, and a box of strawberry mousse. I didn't want my wife

to drink , but she insisted on having a glass. I couldn't help it; it was our wedding anniversary, and

it wouldn't be right not to have some red wine. However, I was worried about her health, as she had just had a tubal ligation.

We clinked our glasses and each took a small sip of red wine. Mengchan's eyes sparkled with happiness.
I pointed to the flowers in the vase and said, "Wife, if you were a flower, I'd be the cow dung!" "

Honey , you're belittling yourself too much. What if I were cow dung?" My wife, Mengchan, chuckled, her eyes darting around

.
"If you were cow dung, I'd be a fly, hahaha!" I laughed at my own idea.
"And what if I were a fly?" Mengchan persisted, teasing me further.
"If you were a fly, I'd be the cracked egg!" There's a saying, "Flies don't land on

eggs without cracks," I quickly thought of it.
"And what if I were the egg? Would you become a hen? Cluck cluck cluck!" My wife couldn't help but

giggle .
I thought for a moment, then suddenly inspiration struck, and I blurted out, "I'd be a tea leaf!" "

What does tea leaf have to do with an egg?" Mengchan was a little confused, her bright black and white eyes blinking adorably.
I reached out and gently pinched her cute, wrinkled nose, saying, "You cooked two things together,

what do you think it is?" "Honey, you're so naughty, tea egg! Hehehe! I'm

dying of .
But then she was about to ask, "If I'm tea, what are you?" I said, "Are you ever going to stop?" I picked up a piece of

mousse and stuffed it into her little mouth. If she kept asking like this, the restaurant probably wouldn't be able to answer before it closed.
Mengchan quickly caught the cake in her mouth with her hand, and after finishing it, she even licked her slender fingers.
"Honey, how long has it been since we went out to eat? You're so unromantic! You finally got it today,

hehe!" Mengchan said, stuffing a piece of mousse into my mouth.
I finished the pastry before saying, "Wife, you look so beautiful today! I'll make up for it in the future, I'll definitely take good care

of you make you look beautiful." Mengchan was wearing a red dress with a very low neckline, revealing a large portion of her breasts

, but her smooth, white skin seemed to be missing something. But I was prepared. I

took a small heart-shaped gift box from my pocket and opened it under my wife's surprised gaze.
Inside lay a gold necklace inlaid with diamonds. Mengchan covered her mouth with her hand, her face full of

surprise .
I stood up and walked behind Mengchan. I wrapped the necklace around her neck and fastened it with a clasp, then gathered her silky

hair and pulled it out from the necklace.
I leaned down and kissed her blushing cheek. Mengchan couldn't contain her joy and hugged my

neck , ignoring the other people in the restaurant, and kissed my lips.
After our candlelight dinner, we went to see a movie, and it felt like we were back in the early days of our relationship. Mengchan's

joy made me feel both happy and guilty. Happy that she was so happy today, and guilty that

I hadn't taken her out for a long time.
I held my wife's hand and walked under the hazy neon lights, holding her hand, day and night; holding her hand,

waiting for tomorrow; holding her hand, walking through this life; holding her hand, for all eternity.
Listening to my wife occasionally recount the amusing things she'd seen, and seeing her frequent laughter, I

felt like the happiest person in the world. At that moment, I even forgot about Xunmei; my eyes were only on this charming and

understanding woman .
Returning home, I was surprised to see the yard lights on—those colorful lights were rarely used. I suppose the house...

The villagers, knowing we were celebrating our wedding anniversary, had come especially to add to the festive atmosphere. I silently thanked my mother-in-law;

it must have been her idea.
We spontaneously started dancing. Mengchan placed her hand on my shoulder, her head gently resting on the

other shoulder, and we danced a slow waltz. However, her high heels were so high that her entire body

involuntarily pressed against me. The weight of her two plump breasts pressing against me felt surprisingly comfortable.
Finally, Mengchan simply kicked off her heels and stepped onto the pebbles in the yard, her stockings still on.
"Wife, step on me, don't get cold," I gestured for her to put her foot on my leather shoes, looking at her

stockinged foot on the dirty ground with a touch of tenderness.
Mengchan obediently stepped on, and I supported her small feet with the back of my shoe, making us feel as if we

had become one. I carried my wife's weight, as if carrying a deep love and

a man's responsibility.
I went to bed too early that night, so I picked up a book and started reading. My wife, Mengchan, was only wearing a small top

and a sexy pair of panties, posing seductively beside me. She had just had surgery,

so she definitely couldn't have sex right now, and I deliberately ignored her.
Seeing that I was ignoring her, she sat on the other side of the bed. She rolled up her pink panties around her full thighs

, then thrust out her lower abdomen, making her sexy pubic hair stand out clearly. She pinched a few with her fingers, and the

soft, curly pubic hair was instantly straightened, then she flicked it upwards, looking at me with a dreamy gaze.

My heart skipped a beat, and I dared not look anymore. If I couldn't control myself and slept with my wife, I didn't know if her surgical wound

could withstand it.
But the enchantress in front of me wouldn't let me go; when one scheme failed, she came up with another. She stretched out her jade-like legs and placed her small feet

on my lower abdomen, then rubbed them back and forth.
I pretended to read, but one hand had already greedily touched her smooth calf. Her smooth, white calves

were as smooth as marble, yet felt as warm and smooth as jade to the touch.
I was reading while touching them, but my mind was actually on her alluring calves. My hand slid down

the graceful curve of her calves to her playful little foot.
I rubbed her slender toes, her pearly, rounded toes. My wife's feet were so warm and

soft her soles kept tensing and curling under my teasing.

Her other foot, however, pulled back the covers and slipped into my underwear, teasing my already erect penis. Her

small big toe rested on my large glans, then pulled it down. With a crisp "snap," my penis

lashed out like a whip across my bare abdomen.
"Wife, are you just trying to stop me from reading?" I put down my book and tickled the sole of my wife's foot.
My wife giggled and quickly pulled her foot back. She said seductively, "Honey, you haven't

released . I'm afraid you won't be able to hold back and will go out and eat some wild game!" "Does Xunmei count as wild game?" I asked with a smile.
"Of course not, Sister Xunmei is just home cooking. I'm just afraid someone's eaten too much home cooking and will try some wild game

." Mengchan rolled her eyes at me, somewhat annoyed at my lack of self-control.
My heart skipped a beat. Had my mother-in-law really found out about my affair with her

? Was she giving me a warning?
"With the two of you, why would I go out and fool around? I'm too busy taking care of you two. Besides, I don't have time

to go out and fool around." I could only make up a story, daring not to mention her mother.
"Honey, you haven't been to Sister Xunmei's these past few days, and I haven't been able to make love to you. You must be so pent up.

How about I use my feet to help you release it?" Mengchan persisted, as if she wanted to satisfy my sexual needs.

Actually, I hadn't really wanted to do that tonight.
"Alright!" I could only comply with my wife's wishes. I took off my underwear, my huge penis erect, and approached

her.
My wife, Mengchan, took the initiative to lift her small feet and clamp them around my penis, then began to stroke it back and forth. Her clean and beautiful feet

were slender and delicate. Ten scarlet lanterns adorned her long toes, which swayed and left red

trails as she rubbed them quickly. Her pink soles gleamed with a smooth sheen, and when they touched the shaft of my penis, they felt so

soft and supple.
Gradually, her lovely soles began to heat up, and a few drops of sweat seeped out, making them even more

slippery . The foreskin of my glans was pulled in and out by her small feet, and the purplish-red corona swelled even more.
My wife's ten toes, pressed together like double-petaled flower stamens, bounced against my lower abdomen

with . Like cotton being fluffed, her tight and plump toes repeatedly brushed against

my sparse pubic hair.
Mengchan shaved my pubic hair last time, saying that it needed regular trimming, just like hair.

But the more she trimmed, the shorter it got, until she finally shaved it all off. The poor hair has only grown back a little bit now!

"Husband, faster! Faster!" Mengchan's cheeks flushed, and she kept moaning.
Even though my penis wasn't inside her vagina, she was moaning so loudly. The blush on her face was probably from exhaustion,

and her head was slightly damp with sweat.
I felt sorry for my wife, watching her indirectly squeeze my semen like this, and I felt both bitter and helpless.

I could only hold her two little feet and quickly start squeezing.
After a while, my glans felt a tingling sensation, and my semen gushed out. The thick semen traced a beautiful

arc before falling onto Mengchan's lake-like belly. She bent over, the lake surface rippled slightly, and the semen was squeezed

into her belly, then slid down into her sexy navel due to gravity.
Mengchan, without any disgust, carefully scooped out each drop of semen and ate it all. Her pink tongue

licked her chin and upper lip, exuding a seductive charm.
However, this was only the first time. Mengchan used various methods to give me a handjob, and that night I ejaculated four

times, the last ejaculation being a clear liquid.
My wife, Mengchan, told me again that I must visit Xunmei in a few days when I have free time, so as not to neglect her.

I was somewhat touched, although I still had some doubts about whether she was sincere, but it was true that I hadn't been alone

with .
That day, I happened to leave work early. Then, with a joyful heart, I went to Xunmei's dormitory, but Xunmei

hadn't left work yet. I regretted coming so early, so I drove to Xunmei's company. I have now corrected...

I've changed my mindset and let go of my pettiness. What's my wife's is mine, isn't it? What's

shameful ?
Besides, I'm filled with gratitude towards her family. It's just that my mother-in-law is making me feel uneasy; I don't know

how to face her now. My wife seemed to have found out that day and kept subtly hinting at it.
However, my mother-in-law, Mingyue, kept teasing me, her eyes constantly flashing seductive glances. Sometimes, when my wife was upstairs and it was just

my mother-in-law and me downstairs, she would boldly kiss me and even grab my genitals. I was terrified. Dealing with

my mother-in-law like this felt like walking a tightrope over a cliff; one wrong step and I would fall into an abyss

.
When I arrived at Xunmei's company, the staff said she was on leave. I felt a little guilty for not

calling , but if she was on leave, was she sick and hospitalized?
I quickly called Xunmei, but the phone just kept ringing and no one answered. I

had a bad feeling; had something happened?
I quickly drove back to Xunmei's apartment complex and waited downstairs at her dormitory.
Night was slowly falling. I had already told my family I was going on a business trip and wouldn't be back until the next day. But I

had already informed my wife, Mengchan, beforehand that I would be visiting Xunmei tonight.
I always tell Mengchan beforehand when I'm visiting Xunmei, and she has never stopped me. I felt both guilty and relieved, but also secretly wary. Would my wife appear calm on the surface, but secretly do something

to Xunmei ? It wasn't 　　until after 11 pm that I saw Xunmei walking towards me in high heels. She must have gotten out of the car from earlier; I didn't recognize her at first 　　because it was a private car. I had been pacing around the area and saw the car . Seeing it was a private car, I didn't pay much attention and returned to the streetlights. 　　Although I was quite far away, I was certain it wasn't a taxi. I'd only glanced at her briefly, not really looked closely. 　　A slight unease settled in my heart. Although I was married, Xunmei was still my woman . I'd always considered her another wife. Now, this wife in my heart was coming home so late. As her lover on the surface, but her husband in my heart, I was very concerned. 　　I tossed aside the half-finished cigarette and walked towards Xunmei. Behind me, under the streetlight, cigarette butts littered the ground. 　　"Baby, you're back so late?" I suddenly stood in front of her. 　　Xunmei jumped back in surprise. Seeing it was me, she regained her composure. Although I couldn't see her face in the darkness, her tremor showed that my sudden appearance had surprised her. 　　"H-husband, what are you doing here? You really scared me! It's so dark here, I was so worried walking alone!" Xunmei patted her chest, her large, firm breasts heaving. 　　"I came to see you tonight, but I forgot to tell you beforehand." I took Xunmei's bag and put my arm as we walked towards the dormitory. 　　It was then that I noticed Xunmei was wearing a dress, very tight on the top, her breasts almost bursting out of the skirt. The waist was even tighter, outlining her full breasts, slender waist, and shapely buttocks. Wearing this thin dress in such cold weather, even with a vest wrapped around her shoulders, couldn't keep her warm. 　　I looked closer; it was a dress I'd bought for her, very expensive. It cost almost half a month 's salary, and it was her most beautiful and sexiest dress. It was revealing in the front and back, the thin fabric vaguely revealing her voluptuous body. She basically didn't dare wear it out in public, only in her room, using it enhance the ambiance during sex. 　　When we reached the streetlights, I realized another problem. The bag I was carrying wasn't bought by me. Now, almost all of Xunmei's clothes and jewelry were paid for by me, with Mengchan helping her buy them. Moreover, the bag felt exceptionally high-quality to the touch . My wife, Mengchan, seemed to own several similar bags, but they were quite expensive. 　　A bitter feeling welled up inside me. Xunmei hadn't answered why I was so late, but I was too disappointed to ask. I stared at her 8-centimeter heels as she walked, the "clack-clack" sound seeming to resonate in my heart. My heart felt cold and desolate, mirroring the chilling sound. 　　Through the streetlight, I saw Xunmei's calm expression, seemingly pleased by my arrival. I couldn't help but ; I was being too sensitive. I shook my head, trying to shake off the lingering fear. 　　"Baby, I've missed you so much these past few days!" After closing the door, I eagerly kissed Xunmei. 　　I dropped the bag and buried my face in her full breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, but thankfully , there were nipple covers. When did Xunmei start dressing so sexily? Is she going to a dance? Or out with friends? 　　"Honey, wait a minute, can you let me take a shower first? I'm all sweaty!" Xunmei struggled to break free from my embrace, looking at me apologetically. 　　I couldn't bear to refuse her, so I said, "Then hurry up, I'll wait for you outside." As she turned around, I noticed her stockings were wrinkled and loose, not clinging to her thighs. 　　Xunmei was acting so strangely tonight. I wonder what . 　　I kept avoiding a question in my mind: does Xunmei have another man now? Is she starting to think about her future? She can't stay in this ambiguous relationship with me forever! 　　If she has a boyfriend, what am I? What right do I have to accuse her of betraying me? Besides, she 's not being kept by me. If she has another man, wouldn't that be cheating on me? 　　Yet, I felt deceived and humiliated. 　　Listening to the gentle patter of water in the bathroom, I felt none of the usual alluring emotions. I timed a full 40 minutes passed before Xunmei finally emerged from the bathroom. 　　I had no time to admire the beauty after her bath; I only felt a fragrant breeze waft by, and then Xunmei's voluptuous body leaned against me. 　　"Honey, I was late today because I attended a former colleague's wedding. Are you unhappy?"

Xunmei looked at me anxiously, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, but the tears lingered, hesitating whether

to fall.
"No, it's work-related, I'm a bit troubled," I quickly said, trying to cover it up, but my heart felt heavy

.
"You're so late, didn't anyone bring you home? I saw you walking here just now?" I asked immediately.
"No, I didn't drink much, I just took a taxi. The driver kept saying this road is difficult to navigate!"

Xunmei's tears, which she had been holding back, vanished, and she seemed pleased to see that I still cared about her.
She was lying! She thought I hadn't seen her, she thought I hadn't moved from under the streetlight. Little did she know,

I was pacing anxiously. And so late, there were almost no pedestrians on this road,

the figure getting out of the car vaguely resembling Xunmei.
I forced a smile at her, but my chest ached terribly.
Was all this worth it? To kill for this lover who was both strange and familiar, and whose heart

might no longer belong to me. I felt like crying, but I couldn't.
Maybe no one is worth your tears, and the one who is wouldn't make you cry.
Looking at her bright, warm smile, the doubt in my heart began to waver again. Was I

becoming overly sensitive because of killing someone?
Trust is the last line of defense for two people in love. I should trust her, otherwise I wouldn't love her anymore,

I tried to convince myself.
"Baby, let's sleep!" I stroked her hair. This

lover , I realized I had never truly understood her.
Xunmei untied her bathrobe, and the bedroom lights seemed to dim. The brightest light was on

the beautiful woman before me.
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as paintings, her clear eyes sparkling. She possessed a quiet elegance tinged with allure, a captivating charm

tinged with fragility—truly a beauty untouched by worldly concerns, a beauty beyond compare.
Every smile, every frown, was mesmerizing. Every step she took was like a fairy descending to earth.
Xunmei was still wearing a pale yellow bra and panties. I was speechless. We were about to make love

, why was she wearing all that?
I put aside my worries and, as always, gently lifted her delicate body and placed her on the bed. We sat

side by side on the bed, and Xunmei turned to kiss my lips. Her saliva was incredibly sweet.
Like Nongfu Spring water, if Xunmei's little mouth could produce an abundance of saliva, all the mineral water

factories in the world would probably go bankrupt. But why would I want to share it with anyone else? Her saliva was for me to taste!
Xunmei's little tongue began to travel down her body, across her chest, across her lower abdomen, and finally, she leaned down,

taking my erect penis into her mouth.
I, however, intertwined with her body, lifting her silky hair, and began to lick and kiss her snow-white nape,

following the rounded mounds of flesh along her slightly arched spine as she bent over.
Xunmei braced herself on the bed with one small hand, her body pressed tightly against my lower abdomen. Her bra had long been pulled down

to

her two enormous breasts, the flesh spilling out along the top edge. One breast pressed against my stomach, rubbing and squeezing against my skin with each blowjob. The soft, firm breast scraped against my skin,

sending a tingling sensation through my abdomen.
"Pfft, pfft," Xunmei managed to deep-throat every time. When did she develop such a skill? But I

was so engrossed in the sensation that I forgot all about it.
One of my hands reached behind her, past her firm, smooth waist, and down to her vulva. My fingers lightly

touched her clitoris, causing Xunmei to pause, her body tensing. She was still so sensitive;

her clitoris, like a bean, stood erect like a newly sprouted bud.
My other hand gripped Xunmei's raised thigh, burying my tongue in the alluring, deep cleft of her buttocks.

The cleft was filled with the scent of a post-bath bath, and her full buttocks were as smooth and tender as a freshly peeled egg. I used the tip of my nose to part

the slit, and my tongue probed into her anus, gently licking the lines on her chrysanthemum. I inhaled the delicate fragrance of her post-bath bath

.

"Honey, can you stand up? It's so tiring lying like this!" Xunmei raised her head, sat up, and said

softly .
"Baby, how about I stand up and you suck me again?" Xunmei's oral sex skills were quite proficient now.

My penis was enveloped in her warm little mouth, and sometimes the head of my penis could touch the back of her throat, touching her soft

tonsils . The feel of the tender flesh was not much different from the clitoris inside her vagina.
I stood up, and Xunmei grabbed my penis, looked up at me with a smile. In the depths of her dark pupils,

my image was reflected, swirling around me. Her hair rested on the bedside table, the cascading strands forming a beautiful arc that

meandered over her fragrant shoulders.
I looked down at Xunmei, trying to discern a sliver of sincerity and a dash of

falsehood in this pool of infatuation and bewilderment.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Xunmei asked hesitantly, her voice timid like a bird's song,

yet soft and gentle.
"Nothing, baby's eyes are so beautiful, I want to see what they're made of," I

said .
"Honey, aren't all eyes the same?" Xunmei gave me a seductive look, then continued to

service .
I closed my eyes, no longer looking at her, letting the pleasure mask my unease.
Suddenly, I felt Xunmei pull my penis to one side, then her small mouth took one of my testicles

into her mouth, sucking it in like a meatball. The feeling of the scrotum being dragged was slightly painful, but mostly

pleasurable. My perfectly round testicles were enveloped in her warm, moist mouth. Her

tongue bounced up and down, my testicles bouncing lightly on her tongue like ping-pong balls.
I opened my eyes and saw Xunmei's beautiful, ink-black hair cascading down her back, swaying gently, her cheeks puffed out like small spheres due to the testicles in

her mouth . Then she sucked, her cheeks concave, my testicles

gripped by the fleshy opening of her cheeks. The air in her mouth seemed to be drawn out, and my testicles instantly felt like they were being electrocuted,

an unbearable tingling sensation.

I reached out and touched Xunmei's smooth, beautiful face. When did she learn such skills? Before, she

would at most lick the skin with her tongue. How could such advanced oral skills have come to her innocent

mind ?
Even after being kept by Xu Qiyao, she hadn't displayed such superb skills. Had she suddenly become so adept?
"Honey, why haven't you ejaculated yet?" Xunmei was already panting heavily,

lightly as if scolding my disobedient penis for being so unruly, complaining softly.
I was experiencing pleasure, but it was distracted by what I was thinking. My penis remained erect like a dud

, not ejaculating.
"Aren't you happy with how long I last? Baby, sit on me." Saying this, I sat down myself,

holding my penis so it was pointing directly at the ceiling, and gestured for Xunmei to straddle me. Xunmei smiled shyly, turning her back to me, spreading her labia, and sitting on my penis
with her plump buttocks as if on a chair . 　　My penis, like a gun barrel, plunged deep into Xunmei's cunt. Her already overflowing cunt was like a flooded river , the water inside instantly soaking my glans. My glans struggled upwards, reaching all the way to her slightly protruding clitoris. 　　"Ah! Husband, it feels so good! Ah… I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, be gentler!" Xunmei pleaded softly, her beautiful hair rubbing against my face with her swaying movements, carrying a faint fragrance that was incredibly intoxicating. 　　I ignored her. I knew that when a woman says she can't take it anymore, it means she's really enjoying it. If you slow down, she'll blame you. I thrust harder, pounding into her buttocks like a pile driver. 　　Xunmei let out a soft cry, her little feet kicking wildly on the bed, and both of us were involuntarily knocked down by the force. 　　As we fell backward, I didn't forget to thrust beneath me. In a rush, I slipped my hands under Xunmei 's armpits and grabbed the back of her neck, then spread my fingers, interlaced them, and held her securely against my body. 　　Xunmei gasped in fright as she fell, but relaxed once I held her firmly. She braced herself on the bed and began to rhythmically respond to my thrusts. 　　The unease and resentment I had suppressed were released through my thrusts, so the force of each stroke increased , each thrust more intense than the last. 　　Amidst Xunmei's high-pitched moans and cries of pain, I ejaculated. Hot semen flew like bullets, gushing out in several bursts. 　　The night was long, and only Xunmei's soft breathing could be heard in the room. Holding Xunmei's body, I thought of my wife at home. Would my wife sleepless tonight? Would my beloved wife yearn for me tonight? 　　I couldn't resist picking up my phone from the bedside table and sending a text: "Wife, I miss you!" To my surprise, I got a quick reply: "Honey, I miss you too! Did you and Sister Xunmei finish making love?" I replied, "Yes, she's asleep. Honey, you should go to sleep early too!" Mengchan replied, "Honey, I'm masturbating! Just imagining you and Sister Xunmei making love makes me wet." I felt both happy and guilty, imagining my wife's delicate fingers inserting into my vagina—that lewd sight must have been incredibly lascivious. 　　I quickly replied, "Wife, did you taste your fluids?" My wife replied, "Mmm, they taste salty and slippery. My fingers are covered in that sticky fluid now!" I imagined the fluid on my wife's fingers; that viscous liquid would surely glow lewdly under the light, and the wetness sliding from her jade-like fingers would splash onto the white bed, soaking the sheets like a giant lotus flower. 　　"Wife, get some water and poke your asshole. I want to know how it feels." I imagined her sticking out her lower abdomen, dipping her jade-like fingers in some vaginal fluid and inserting them into her anus, and I felt a surge of sexual excitement. My hand involuntarily gripped my penis and started stroking it. 　　"Honey, I put two fingers in, but it doesn't feel as full as when your penis goes in. It's warm inside, and there's a feeling of lots of flesh gripping it. Oh dear! I just pooped tonight and haven't washed! Honey, it's all your fault, my fingers must stink now!" My wife Mengchan's reply only made my penis swell even more. 　　"Wife, smell what it smells like?" I started stroking faster, as if my wife's fingers were already covered in strands of her poop. That obscene sight made my penis even more erect. 　　"Luckily, it doesn't smell much." My wife replied immediately. 　　Undeterred, I texted her while masturbating: "Honey, would you lick it? I just want to know what your poop tastes like." "You naughty husband, you bad husband, I'll listen to you. It tastes a little strange, but it's okay, not too bad." My wife, Mengchan, actually licked the finger she had inserted into her anus, and it was her anus, still smelling fresh. 　　I imagined my wife's pink tongue carefully licking her finger, her cute face contorted with disgust, her little nose wrinkled , and I felt a surge of lust. My testicles twitched, and my penis trembled as I ejaculated thick spurts of semen, all of it spraying onto the blanket. 　　I chatted with my wife, Mengchan, for a few more minutes, then said goodnight and started cleaning myself up. Some of the semen seemed to have splashed onto Xunmei. I pulled back the covers, and Xunmei woke up, asking why I wasn't asleep yet. I awkwardly replied that I got up to pee. She then fell asleep again. 　　After New Year's Day, our company wasn't as busy anymore. Everyone was busy preparing for the annual year-end party, something my colleagues looked forward to. Maybe you'd meet your dream girl that day, maybe you'd finally hold the hand of the woman you'd longed for. 　　That day, while I was out on a field trip, I received a call from my mother-in-law, Mingyue. She said she was at home feeling unwell and asked if I could go to the hospital to buy her some medicine. I asked if my father-in-law and wife weren't around. My mother-in-law replied that her husband was busy socializing with others, and Mengchan had taken the child to some upscale place. 　　I had no choice but to ask her what kind of medicine she needed, then went to the pharmacy and bought some Western medicine before driving home . 　　When I opened the door, a hot body threw itself into my arms. I was startled, and the medicine in my hand fell to the ground. 　　My mother-in-law, Mingyue, was naked, clinging to me like an octopus, her plump arms wrapped around my neck, her whole body hanging from my neck. Then her legs bounced up, and a pair of small feet hooked around my waist. 　　Although her soft, large breasts were covered by thick clothes, the incredibly elastic nipples made my heart race.

"Mom, what's wrong? Let's not do this anymore. I've already wronged Mengchan so much." I tried to

pry my mother-in-law's arms off, but she held on tightly. Afraid of hurting her, I didn't dare to use too much force.
"You heartless thing! I've been suffering like crazy these past few days. Didn't we do it twice?

It's okay , as long as no one finds out, it's fine." My mother-in-law nuzzled my neck,

begging for my pleasure like a female dog in heat.
"Mom, it seems Mengchan found out about what happened in the guest room that day," I said with concern.
"Your wife didn't say anything, why are you making such a fuss? Good son-in-law, good brother, just give it to me!" My mother-in-law's

delicate hand had already unzipped my pants, trying to pull out my penis.
I quickly stopped her with my hand. I remembered my wife Mengchan's gentleness, and the moisture in the corner of her eyes. I

decided I couldn't hurt her anymore, so I hardened my heart and forcefully pulled my mother-in-law off me.
My mother-in-law fell off me onto the sofa, letting out a cry, and landed on her back like a frog.
She sat up immediately, giving me a somewhat resentful look. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she brought her legs together,

placing her two delicate hands on top of her feet. With a touch of coquettishness, she said, "Daren, look at Mommy's little feet,

aren't they beautiful?" My eyes involuntarily turned to her. Her feet seemed to have been

meticulously sculpted by a master artist, slender and graceful with soft curves. The roundness of her heels, the smoothness of her insteps, the curves of her toes—

exquisitely small, crystal clear, truly a masterpiece of nature.
Sunlight streamed through the beige curtains, illuminating her small feet and painting her snow-white skin with an alluring honey

-colored hue. Her slender fingers and delicate toes were painted a deep crimson with bright red nail polish, like ten drops of bright red

blood. On her right toe adorned a delicate gold toenail ring, its soft golden light swirling around her

perfectly aligned toes, like piano keys. Enveloped in this subtle glow, her beautiful toes appeared even more mysterious and noble.

My mother-in-law's big toe teased my senses with a flick of her wrist, and I could vaguely see the blood

flowing through the veins on her slender, white instep. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, my

eyes fixed intently on her breathtakingly beautiful feet.
"Hehe, I knew you liked my feet. Look, Mom even prepared two pairs of stockings. These two pairs

have been worn for two days and haven't been washed yet!" My mother-in-law seemed to know my weakness, waving a pair of black

stockings and a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose around.
The faint, pungent odor, a sour smell mixed with the scent of flesh, was incredibly alluring.
Watching my mother-in-law's lewd behavior, I was torn between my own desires and my inner turmoil.
My mother-in-law then slowly put on the stockings, first rolling up the thin black silk, then slipping the top of the stockings onto

her delicate, white toes. Then, the black stockings laboriously slipped over her smooth, jade-like heels, and then her

two , all the way to the base of her snow-white, full thighs. Through the black stockings, one could vaguely see her snow-white skin, gleaming

with lust.
After both stockings were on, my mother-in-law patted her plump thighs

, and her thighs trembled instantly. The flesh in the stockings, now even tighter under the restraint, quivered slightly, and the swaying, plump flesh rippled with waves of alluring black

light. My defenses were shattered by that slap, and I couldn't help but kneel down and lift my mother-in-law's small feet, like a

puppy sticking out my tongue to gently lick them.
I felt a hard, black lump at the toe of the stocking, probably a sweat stain left on her fleshy feet, dried over a

long time . My mother-in-law also cooperated by scraping my tongue with the toe of the stocking, and the hard,

congealed sweat stain slowly dissolved with the saliva on my tongue, instantly filling my mouth with a salty, pungent taste.
The silky, smooth feet in stockings were incredibly delicious. After my saliva soaked the stockings, the

sweat-stained liquid gradually seeped onto my tongue. I sucked on it, and the sweet liquid

slid straight down my throat without me even swallowing.
I watched as my mother-in-law seemed to enjoy it; she looked at me with a hint of amusement. My face flushed, and I couldn't meet

her gaze. I felt a little ashamed of my stocking fetish, and then focused intently on licking her feet.

Her feet were small but plump and soft, especially when encased in thin black stockings; the smooth texture was like

licking ice cream on a summer's day. I gently cradled her small feet in my hands and savored them. My

tongue traced the lines on her feet, sucking in every drop of sweat.
My mother-in-law's other black-stockinged foot, like a mouse, scurried into the unzipped blouse,

her small foot crawling and pulling open the elastic band of her panties. Then she pressed my penis down, pulling it out and exposing

it.
My mother-in-law, Mingyue, lifted my scrotum with her toes, gently caressing it. The smooth texture of her stockings felt

delicate and comfortable, making my penis glare even more.
"Oh...so good! Daren, tell me you're shameless, from now on you'll be my lowly dog! Hahaha!"

My mother-in-law, carried away, kicked me in the face, actually trying to discipline me using the same methods she used on my father-in-law, Liu Dongxian. I
was furious. I looked up and saw my mother-in-law, Mingyue, looking down at me with an air of superiority, her queenly

demeanor completely exposed.
I stood up angrily. Who would kneel so lowly at the feet of a woman other than my wife? If it were my wife,

I could tolerate it. My wife and I had gone through a long period of adjustment before developing our own SM preferences.
Now, being blatantly insulted, I felt as if I had been slapped in public. If this

woman weren't my mother-in-law, and if she hadn't slept with that black-skinned dog Zhang Jingxing for my sake, I would have already overpowered her.
"No, no, no, Daren, it's all my fault. I got too carried away just now, please forgive me, okay?"

My mother-in-law, seeing that her son-in-law, whom she had finally managed to seduce, was about to leave, felt like a cooked duck had been snatched away, and quickly came to

beg me.
"Hmph, let's stop here! I can't satisfy your desires!" I glanced at her and said coldly.
"Daren, have pity on your mother, look, not only is my pussy fun to poke, but my asshole is also very

fun , look!" My mother-in-law said, then knelt on the ground, raised her buttocks, and spread her buttocks with her hands,

revealing her bright red and tempting anus. The anus was still slightly opening and closing, which was very tempting.
Looking at my mother-in-law's lewdness, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, and slapped my mother-in-law's snow-white buttocks hard.

My slutty mother-in-law didn't cry out in pain, but instead let out a lewd moan.
I reached my hand down to my mother-in-law's crotch, smeared some of her sticky, lustful fluid, and applied

some to her tender anus, smearing the rest on my penis. Then, holding my erect penis, I aimed it at her

anus and thrust it in forcefully.
"Ah! Da Ren, yours is so big! Fuck me to death! My cunt is all yours today!"

My mother-in-law started moaning even before I began thrusting.
As I thrust, I slapped her sexy buttocks; her hair flew up and down, her hips swayed,

her breasts bounced, and her waist moved gracefully.
I saw the tightly closed door across the way, and an idea struck me. It was time to teach this slutty mother-in-law a lesson

.
"Mom, go put on your high heels. We'll open the door a crack, and I'll fuck you from behind. That'll definitely

excite you more!" I said seductively, grabbing her breasts that drooped under gravity.
"Great, that's so exciting! Good son-in-law, you're so clever! Your breasts are sticking out of the door crack, and the yard is

so far from outside, aren't you afraid of being seen? Hehe!" My mother-in-law was really excited. Before I could even

pull , she stood up and walked towards the entrance.
I followed her, but my penis was still inside her asshole, and I was practically walking

against her beautiful back.
Moving slowly forward while fucking her anus was incredibly exciting.
My mother-in-law hooked her high heels with her foot and put them on. The heels were very high, and her body leaned forward involuntarily.

She tried to straighten her body, making her breasts appear even more prominent and large.
My mother-in-law opened the door like a thief, then sandwiched her nipples between the cracks, turning her head

to look at , one hand rapidly thrusting in and out of her fat vagina.
"Mom, open it wider, I'll be even more excited to see you sticking out!" I continued to tempt

my mother-in-law.
"You little brat, what will I say if someone sees this?" But my mother-in-law

obediently pushed her breasts out through the crack in the door. I guess she was trying to make up for what happened earlier; otherwise, why would she be

so compliant?
I quickened my pace and increased the intensity. My mother-in-law moaned with pleasure, but afraid the noise would carry outside, she quickly

covered her mouth with her hand. One of her thighs was already sticking out of the crack in the door. When I saw that she was completely dazed

, I knew my chance had come.
I yanked my penis out of her anus, then opened the half-open door and

shoved her towards it. Then, with lightning speed, I slammed the door shut and locked it.
I heard the rapid thud of high heels on the floor, followed by a startled cry from my mother-in-law,

which quickly faded.
A small wave of fear washed over me. If someone saw my mother-in-law's naked body, I'd be dead. But

the more dangerous it was, the more exciting it was, and the more it would bring this slut back to her senses.
"Daren, open the door! Mommy will never scold you again, open the door!" My mother-in-law, Mingyue

, whispered anxiously against the door.
I looked through the peephole but couldn't see her; she was probably crouching down. Hearing her anxious

voice, my heart softened a little, but remembering how she had scolded me and kicked me earlier, I couldn't tolerate it.
"Stand back a bit and masturbate for me!" I wanted her to experience the humiliation too.
"Good son-in-law, Mommy will go inside and perform for you. Whatever you want, Mommy will do, okay?" My mother-in-

law ignored me and continued to plead softly.
I was furious. She wouldn't listen to me! I stormed off, deliberately making a lot of noise with my footsteps.
After about five steps, my mother-in-law said urgently, "Mommy will listen to you, Mommy will listen to you!"

I continued walking, deciding to make a cup of tea first. My mother-in-law's voice grew more anxious, her calls for me tinged with

a sob.
I hardened my heart, made a cup of tea, and returned to the front door about five minutes later. My mother-in-law was already

sobbing . Hearing me approach, she pleaded desperately, as if she'd found a lifeline, begging me

to let her in.
I looked through the peephole but still couldn't see her. So I said coldly, "Go stand over there first,

where I can see you!" "Okay, okay, Mom will listen to you, Mom will go over there right now," my mother-in-law said repeatedly, her

voice soft and mournful.
Looking through the peephole, I saw my mother-in-law covering her breasts with one hand and reaching down to her genitals with the other, her legs together,

her private parts completely hidden. She looked around cautiously, as if afraid of being discovered. Because of her

high heels , her naked body was leaning forward, her tail-tucked posture making me both

laugh and cry.
But I quickly told myself that it was time to teach this arrogant, slutty mother-in-law a lesson for what she had done.
"Take your hands off! I want to see your breasts and your cunt!" I commanded coldly.
"Daren, please forgive your mother! Someone just walked past the gate, and I almost couldn't dodge them.

If someone sees this, where will I ever show my face again?" Although my mother-in-law wanted to refuse my order,

she hesitantly let go of my hand, probably afraid I would go back inside and ignore her.
My mother-in-law's two breasts bounced out unrestrained, appearing even larger through the peephole. Her

genitals were smooth; her once wet vulva was now dry and clean.
I thought about how to humiliate her, punishing her without going too far. If

the neighbors saw, things would get complicated.
"Squat down and masturbate in front of me." It was better to have my mother-in-law squat down; that way, the chances of being discovered would be smaller

.
My mother-in-law was very obedient now, actually spreading her vulva and starting to move her fingers. I saw

my mother-in-law suppressing her cries, afraid to scream, digging into her vulva while fearfully staring around.
"Mom, someone's coming!" I called out urgently.
"Ah!" My mother-in-law cried out softly, quickly stepping aside. Her long legs, clad in black stockings,

stumbled, almost falling.
A pang of heartache shot through me; this joke had gone too far. There was no one there at all; I was lying to her!
"Mom, I was just kidding. Come back to where you were." Looking at my mother-in-law's comical state, I

couldn't laugh .
"Waaah..." My mother-in-law stood back where she was, unable to suppress her sobs.
Seeing my mother-in-law's pitiful state, I almost gave up on humiliating her. But I had once read a book that

essentially said, to completely break someone, you must leave them helpless in sorrow, and sorrowful in helplessness.
"Now, squat down, then raise one leg like a puppy, and pee on me!" I

hardened my heart and told her the most humiliating thing I could think of.
I saw my mother-in-law squat down, but not raise her leg; she seemed to be hesitating.
"Daren, what am I going to do if Mommy doesn't pee?" My mother-in-law stared at the cat's eyes, looking pitiful.

A large tear was still hanging on her eyelashes, about to fall.
Tears streamed down her face; my beautiful mother-in-law couldn't hide her sorrow and shame.
"Then imitate a puppy and bark a few times for me to hear!" I continued.
"Woof! Woof woof!" My mother-in-law actually started barking like a dog.
"It doesn't sound right! Bark again!" I was a little displeased that she was just going through the motions.
My mother-in-law quickly put her hands on the ground, rested her head on the back of her hands, stuck out her buttocks, and shook them a few times before

letting out a few soft cries.
"Hmm, not bad. I'll open the door whenever you can pee," I said, pretending to leave.
"Daren, don't go! Mommy's going to pee! Mommy's going to pee for you!" My mother-in-law cried out anxiously,

terrified .
"Then do as I said!" I knew she was lying to me.
My mother-in-law spread her legs, one hand supporting herself on the floor, the other lifting her beautiful black-stockinged leg. Because she was wearing

high heels, she lost her balance several times, and one of her long, black-stockinged legs fell down, which she quickly

lifted again.
With her stockinged leg raised high, my mother-in-law's tender vulva was clearly visible, the beautiful flesh opening and closing, but

she couldn't urinate for a long time.
My mother-in-law was so anxious that she was about to cry again, her two large breasts, one pressed against her round, stockinged thigh,

the other hanging on her body, trembling nervously.
Finally, a golden spray erupted. Like a dam releasing its floodwaters, or a river bursting its banks, it was

incredibly powerful.
The golden liquid shot high into the air, spraying far onto the ground ahead. The mother-in-law finally broke down,

crying out in shame and helplessness.
(To be continued
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