It feels so good to make love with my sister-in-law, who is a young married woman.

Making love like this felt wonderful, a blend of the thrill of infidelity and the tenderness of married lovemaking. As I gently thrust into her pink cavity, Betty tenderly cupped my face and kissed me passionately. I returned her kisses, our tongues darting and swirling in each other's mouths, savoring each other's sweetness and warmth. As the pleasure built up within us, Betty's soft moans filled the room.
As I continued to gently violate her, Betty eagerly raised her hips to meet my thrusts, hoping I would penetrate her faster and harder, while she wrapped her pale arms around my dark shoulders, letting me kiss her beautiful neck. She moaned, "Reggie, darling, I want to make love to you forever, never stop! Oh, it feels so good to have your big cock inside me! Oh, you're going in every part of my cunt, no one has ever gone in so deep!"
Encouraged by her, I thrust deeper and harder, making her scream with excitement as she wrapped her legs around my ass, trying to get my black cock in even deeper! Seeing that she was about to climax, I lay on top of her panting body, grabbed her hands, intertwined my fingers with hers, and pulled her arms up to the pillow, stretching her trembling body out fully. Then I raped her even more fiercely.
Betty clung tightly to my neck, kissing me passionately, panting and moaning, her head shaking as her red hair spread across the white pillow. A sexual climax quickly swept over Betty's body; she bit her lower lip, trying not to scream or shout. I heard a suppressed, low growl emanating from the depths of her heart, watching her struggle to break free from my grasp.
I released her hands, reaching down to grab her thighs for another few thrusts, but she had already wrapped her silky thighs around my buttocks, her hands tightly gripping my back, her bright red nails digging into the dark skin of my back. Her lips were pressed against my shoulder, her teeth biting into the muscles, her body thrashing wildly to meet my thrusts.
Her snow-white limbs enveloped my dark body from top to bottom, her small, white feet resting on my buttocks, swaying up and down with my thrusts, looking utterly blissful.
As she reached her climax, I felt the muscles in her vagina squeezing my penis tightly, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed from her, soaking the sheets beneath us. After a long period of trembling and throbbing, Betty's ecstasy slowly subsided. Her limbs relaxed, and she lay limp on the bed, her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed. After she released her limbs, I continued my slow, deliberate thrusting, gently kissing her.
Betty opened her eyes and looked at me, murmuring, "Oh God! You're so good! I've never had such a stimulating orgasm in my life!"
Hearing her say that made me feel incredibly proud, because I knew her husband hadn't given her such pleasurable pleasure. I got up, kneeling between her legs, lifting and spreading her fair legs, then pushing her knees across her full breasts, before looking down at my thick, black penis inserted into her pure, married vagina. Now, her vulva was somewhat red and swollen from my penetration, and her once neat, smooth red pubic hair had become dull and grimy, covered with pre-ejaculate and vaginal fluid.
As I thrust inside her, Betty looked at me from between her raised legs, her eyes filled with anticipation and adoration for men. As I pulled my penis out and looked down to examine her little honey hole, stretched wide open by my big cock into a large, red, fleshy opening, Betty playfully shouted at me, "Put it back in quickly! Be careful it doesn't catch a cold!"
Then she giggled.
I thrust my penis back into her body and began to pump violently, fucking her until she could barely breathe. Finally regaining her breath, she wrapped her arms around my neck and cried out, "Oh! You're killing me, God!"
Then she grabbed my arm and said, "Fuck me harder, fuck me to death!"
Then she thrust her ass upwards, wanting me to thrust deep and hard. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, the moans of men and women, and the creaking of the bed.
Five minutes later, I slowed the pace of my thrusting, then slowly stopped, inserting my penis deep into Betty's vagina, pulling her legs to my chest, kissing her soft, white feet, and sucking on her toes. Then, I placed her feet on my shoulders, reached out and grabbed her two full breasts, kneading them while pinching her pink nipples with my fingers, slowly thrusting in and out.
She raised her hand to stroke my arm, letting me see her wedding ring on her finger again, which stung me a little. So, I released my hands from her breasts and made her turn over and kneel on the bed.
Betty obediently got up, turned over and lay face down on the bed, her white, round buttocks raised high, her beautiful anus and swollen, wet vagina immediately exposed to me.
I knelt behind her, pressed my thick, ten-inch-long penis against the entrance of her vagina, and thrust it in hard, slamming her head onto the pillow, making her groan loudly. I grabbed her hips and rocked my body back and forth, continuing to rape her from behind. Betty's plump buttocks swayed back and forth as I thrust into her, her fair skin shimmering with a brilliant silver light in the moonlight. After a few minutes, she began to move her hips back and forth, hoping I would penetrate her deeper and harder, as if her sexy body, now that of a married woman, was once again immersed in an impending climax.
I tried my best to control my urge to ejaculate, continuing to thrust hard into her vagina. Watching Betty kneel with her buttocks raised, my body and mind were filled with intense stimulation, and I longed to immediately ejaculate into her fertile womb. However, I knew that the longer I thrust, the stronger the climax would be for both Betty and me, so I tried even harder to control myself, thrusting harder and harder into her vagina.
Betty breathed heavily and moaned, her head swaying from side to side against the pillow, her sexy red hair disheveled like straw. I stroked her soft, smooth back, slowing the pace of my thrusts, trying to control my impending ejaculation and also slowing down the speed at which she reached her climax. I reached under her body, cupped her dangling breasts, and gently pinched and rubbed her pink nipples. Stimulated by my touch, Betty shivered, beads of sweat forming on her pale back.
I wrapped my left arm around Betty's waist and rolled her onto the bed, turning her to face me, but my penis remained inside her warm, alluring vagina. Then, I held her body, my chest pressing against her full breasts, my lips kissing her neck, as I slowly thrust in and out of her vagina. Betty placed her left leg on my buttocks, one arm around my neck, the other grasping my hand and pressing it against her breast, moaning incessantly, "Oh, oh... God! Ahhh!"
I could no longer control my urge to ejaculate, so I pressed Betty tightly beneath me, increasing the speed of my thrusts, both of us breathing heavily. I reached my hands under her buttocks, lifting her body to make my thrusts easier. As I thrust wildly, Betty's breasts swayed violently, her panting growing louder: "Oh, baby, you're fucking...killing me...no, no...don't stop...harder, harder..."
I lifted her up, pressing her left leg against her breast, then intensified my thrusting, quickly bringing Betty to another massive orgasm. She covered her mouth with a pillow to prevent her suppressed moans and cries from waking her sister and brother-in-law.
At that moment, I could no longer control myself. After a few more hard thrusts, I groaned loudly as I ejaculated inside the beautiful housewife...
"Ahhhhh...ohhhhh! Shoot, shoot, shoot, la la la la la..."
I thrust my penis deep into Betty's body, a torrent of semen flooding into the depths of her vagina.
My body felt like it was exploding, uncontrollable ejaculation pounding against Betty's uterus with each thrust. With each ejaculation, she whimpered and gasped into the pillow. I maintained my position, my body trembling as I released every last drop of semen into Betty's body. Then, exhausted, I relaxed, slowly rolling over to lie beside Betty, panting. My slowly softening penis pressed against her thighs, my breath tickling her ear.
Betty gripped my hand tightly, turned her head to kiss my cheek, and together we slowly calmed down from the excitement of our orgasm. She sighed and said to me, "This was the most passionate and pleasurable sex I've ever had!"
I stroked her soft buttocks and whispered that I felt the same way. Suddenly, Betty giggled, and I couldn't help but ask, "What's so funny?"
She replied innocently, "Look, we've made such a mess of things."
I rubbed my limp penis against her thighs and replied, "Yeah, my darling! But this mess brings us so much excitement and happiness!"
After we finished, Betty and I lay close together like two bent spoons, slowly falling asleep. My limp, thick, black penis was still inside her wet, slippery vagina, her smooth back pressed tightly against my chest.
Around 5 a.m., I suddenly woke up from my dream, turned my head, and saw Betty sleeping soundly beside me. I couldn't help but get hard again. She was naked, her full buttocks raised, and specks of white semen seeping from the pink cleft between her legs. Her beautiful, full breasts were pressed into two fleshy mounds. I reached out and stroked her smooth skin, causing Betty to moan in her sleep a few times and clearly call out her husband's name a few times.
Hearing her calling her husband's name in her sleep, I felt a pang of heartache. I didn't want to disturb her, but I suddenly remembered that we hadn't used any protection during sex last night, so I quickly woke her up. Looking at her sleepy eyes, I said, "Hey, baby, wake up, I have to ask you a question!"
"What is it?"
she murmured.
I hesitated for a moment, but continued, "Did you use any contraception?"
Betty mumbled, "No, silly! You always use condoms, don't you?"
I shook her head and said, "Betty, wake up, I'm Reggie, not Frank!"
Betty immediately woke up, crying out, "Oh! God! Did you ejaculate inside? Oh, damn it! Damn it! I must be pregnant! These are my ovulation days!"
Then she started crying.
I quickly pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, our naked bodies pressing and rubbing against each other.
Before long, Betty recovered from the fear of possibly being pregnant and began rubbing my penis again. Then, she pushed me onto my back on the bed, straddled me, and guided my erect penis to her vaginal opening. Slowly, she sat down, inserting the thick shaft into her body.
Then, she lay on top of me, kissing me, and said, "Well, if I get pregnant with your baby, you'll have to treat me like a wife every time I come here. Now, I want you to make love to me again!"
As she spoke, her body began to move.
I reached out and grabbed her two bouncing breasts, letting her ride me like a horse, until I ejaculated inside her again. Only then did we fall asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms.
A few hours later, perhaps never expecting to be sleeping in her sister's bed, Tammy casually pushed open the guest room door and walked in. She saw her sister on top of me, her vagina slowly leaking cloudy white semen, and immediately screamed, "Ah! Betty! What... Oh my God!"
She turned and ran out, slamming the door shut.
Betty wasn't awakened by her sister's screams or the noise of the door closing; she remained soundly asleep, exhausted. I was also groggy, almost immediately forgetting that Tammy had been in the room. I only remembered being awakened by a very pleasurable sensation. When I opened my eyes, I saw Betty between my legs, sucking my hard penis.
Seeing that I was awake, she released my penis and playfully said, "Good morning, darling, I wanted to make some breakfast here."
I was already close to ejaculating from her sucking, so I put my hand behind her head and thrust my penis, ejaculating into her mouth. Betty swallowed all of my semen, then grabbed her robe and ran into the bathroom.
Before Betty left, she took a pregnancy test, and the result was positive. Upon seeing the test results, Betty didn't react in any way—neither worried nor overjoyed. She simply said goodbye calmly and then took the child home.
Her departure saddened me. I truly wished she could stay, and I hoped the child she was carrying was mine. Tammy didn't say anything, but she was convinced her sister's child was mine because she knew we had made love almost every night while Betty was staying at her house.
Three weeks later, I received a call from Betty, who was crying uncontrollably. She told me she couldn't help but tell her husband about us, and he beat her and kicked her out of the house. Now she had nowhere to go! I was very worried and told her I would come to pick her up immediately, but it would be an eight-hour drive. She said she could stay at a friend's house first.
I set off immediately, driving all night to get to her, picked her up from her friend's house, and then drove back. Betty cried the whole way. Seeing her heartbroken, I felt incredibly guilty. It was all my fault that she had lost her family, her child, and her husband in an instant, causing her such sorrow and pain.
The next evening, we finally returned to my apartment. I ran a bath and let Betty take a relaxing hot shower. Then, I told her she could sleep in my bed that night, and I could sleep on the sofa. Betty looked at me with great confusion and asked, "Do you want me to sleep there all alone?"
I replied, "I just don't want to make things worse!"
Betty came to me, took my hand, and said, "No, darling, I have a surprise for you."
I looked at the sexy, beautiful woman in front of me and asked, "What surprise?"
She reached out and unbuttoned her robe, revealing her shaved pubic hair and saying, "Look, don't you want it?"
With that, she pulled my hand and led me to the bedroom.
My penis immediately became erect. That night, we made love all night long. The next day, I took a sick day and made love with Betty all day again!
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Betty has now given birth to two lovely mixed-race children for me.
Although she is not divorced, she no longer wants to go back to her old home, and she says she never wants to live with any white man again. Now, she has become a complete white slut in bed, but in public, she is still a shy, innocent, conservative Georgian woman.
After our second child was born, Betty had a sterilization operation so she could play more freely. Betty's favorite way to have sex was for me and my friend to rape her vagina and anus at the same time. She especially liked being anally penetrated by men. However, she also said that my friend was the only man besides me who was allowed to have sex with her because she didn't want her reputation to be damaged further.
Every time Betty's husband came to see her with their children, it was the happiest and most exciting time for me, especially when Betty's husband saw the two children Betty had given me. He would always have a very uncomfortable look on his face, which made me very happy. There is a saying that goes something like this: "Once your wife has been with a black man, she will never come back to you!"

Chapter 53 Wife's Revenge (1)
On Saturday night, my wife and I had a big meal outside, watched a movie, and then returned home happily. The movie was a romantic comedy, and watching movies like that often aroused my wife Mitchell's sexual desire. Throughout the movie, her hands never left my body, making me go from soft to hard, then back to soft, and then back to hard again. In the parking lot outside the theater, I couldn't start the car immediately because as soon as she got in, she unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and started sucking it. But just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped, pinching my throbbing penis and telling me to let her enjoy herself properly when we got home.
"Thinking about last week makes me so excited!"
Mitchell exclaimed.
Last week, we booked a hotel room, and my wife and I fulfilled my long-held sexual fantasy—we had a threesome. Ever since I had my first girlfriend and sex as a teenager, I've longed to have sex with two women at the same time. Now, my wife and I are both in our thirties and have been married for five years. For those five years, I've been trying to persuade Mitchell to help me realize my sexual fantasy, and finally, I got her on my side.
So, last week, my wife and I finally had a threesome with another woman. In fact, Mitchell personally contacted and befriended the 18-year-old girl online. They first discussed a threesome before I was included. The girl was very beautiful, with small, delicate breasts that fit perfectly in one hand. That day, we waited for her in the hotel room. As soon as she entered, my wife and I stripped her naked, applied massage oil to her body, and then each of us took one of her nipples into our mouths and laid her down on the bed.
Mitchell lay on top of her, continuing to suckle her breasts, while I crawled between her legs and licked her young, alluring vulva until she reached orgasm. Then, I sat to the side, watching with great pleasure as the girl laid Mitchell down on the bed, grasping one of my wife's breasts in each hand and vigorously kneading and sucking it. Then she knelt down to her lower body and began licking Mitchell's vulva.
Stimulated by the girl, Mitchell quickly reached orgasm, and the intensity of that orgasm was unprecedented. When the girl inserted two fingers of one hand into her vagina and anus respectively, and stroked her clitoris with the other hand, Mitchell immediately screamed, trembling all over as she was immersed in boundless sexual climax.
My husband and I had agreed beforehand to record the entire threesome, so while the two women were entwined in bed, I held the camera and recorded every exciting scene. For the next week, I watched the video and masturbated every night, and even just thinking about those recorded scenes would immediately make me hard.
So, after returning home from the movie theater, we immediately took out the video and put it back on. We fast-forwarded to the last part of the video, which showed me raping the girl while wearing a condom. My intercourse with the girl lasted a long time, during which we changed positions and positions many times. When we were about to ejaculate, we used the most traditional missionary position, with the girl's legs on my shoulders, and I pounded into the girl's petite body like a pile driver until I ejaculated.
While watching the video, Mitchell kept stroking my hard penis. At the last scene, she whispered in my ear, "I'm really happy to be able to fulfill your wish with you. But now I also want to fulfill my sexual fantasies. Would you like to play with me tonight?"
"Of course,"
I answered without hesitation, "I'd love to!"
Mitchell was delighted. She lowered her head and took my entire 6-inch penis into her mouth, my glans reaching her throat. But just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped sucking me, looked up, and said, "Okay, darling, but my sexual fantasies might be too lewd. Can you promise to let me do whatever I want?"
I told Mitchell that I promised to agree to whatever she wanted to do, whatever she wanted to do, without hesitation. Then, Mitchell began to tell me what she wanted to do. Soon, I found myself being taken off the bed and sitting on a chair beside it, my hands and feet cuffed behind my back.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,”
Mitchell said. “I’ve always wanted to tie you up and watch you get an erection from my stimulation. Now, lick my cunt properly, darling!”
The chair was right next to the bed, so when Mitchell knelt on the bed and straightened up, I could just lick her tender, red cunt. But just as she pressed her lower body against my face, the doorbell suddenly rang, which surprised me greatly. Mitchell, as if she had been expecting this, immediately rolled off the bed.
“Hey, Mitchell, don’t go open the door, whoever it is!”
I said urgently.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,”
she replied, grabbing her robe and running out of the bedroom.
I felt a little worried, wondering who would be knocking on our door so late, and I was afraid someone would see my husband and I playing this bondage game. But there was nothing I could do; I could only wait patiently. Fortunately, Mitchell didn’t stay long; she soon returned to the bedroom.
“Who was it?”
I asked.
“Edward,”
she replied, “it’s Edward.”
“Who? Who is he?”
I asked, having never heard the name before.
“I’ll introduce him to you… Edward, come in and meet my husband.”
“Don’t let him in!… What the hell is Edward!”
I yelled angrily, watching the man named Edward walk into the bedroom. He was about my height, around twenty-five or twenty-six, and very strong.
“I said, honey, don’t make such a fuss. Edward’s here to give me a massage, you can watch. It’s part of my sexual fantasies, you promised me you could do whatever you want!”
“Fuck!”
I screamed angrily, “Get him out of my house! Now! Right now! If you don’t stop right now, I’ll make you regret it!”
But my shouts had no effect. Instead of making Eduardo leave, Mitchell opened a drawer and took out a strange object. I was about to ask her what it was for, but she stopped me before I could speak, stuffing it into my mouth—it was a gag. I shook my head violently, trying to stop her from putting it in my mouth, but Mitchell pinched my nipple hard with her sharp nails, making me scream in pain, allowing her to shove the rubber ball into my mouth. The object held my mouth shut, preventing me from shouting anymore.
"Darling, please don't be angry! This is my sexual fantasy. Last week I helped you fulfill yours, now it's my turn to fulfill mine. Eduardo is just here to give me a massage, nothing more. I hope you can record the whole thing," Mitchell
said to me.
Hearing this, I was puzzled. My hands were cuffed; how could I record them?
Not to mention I absolutely refused to film my wife being intimate with other men! But Mitchell was prepared. She took a small camera from a drawer and secured it to my head with a pre-prepared strap.
"This small camera is for filming sports, like someone wearing it on while skiing. I think it would be great to use it to film Eduardo giving me a massage!"
she said, already securing the camera to my head.
I felt extremely uncomfortable—hands and feet cuffed, a gag in my mouth, a small camera on my head, and having to film other men wantonly fondling and touching my wife!
"Honey, don't turn your head away!"
Mitchell said. "I'll be very disappointed if you don't record the whole thing properly. I filmed you and that slut so diligently last weekend, now you should film me properly, understand?"
As she spoke, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back hard, causing me great pain. Then, she released her hand, gesturing for me to nod in agreement to her request.
Looking at her angry face, I finally understood; she was still furious about what we had done together the previous week. Yes, she had indeed participated voluntarily and seemed to enjoy the threesome, but women are inherently jealous creatures, and seeing me have sex with another woman in front of her naturally made her very angry. Now, Mitchell was still trembling with jealousy, staring into my eyes, her gaze conveying her envy and anger.
Later, when I saw the video (she often forced me to watch it), I realized that she had started recording when she strapped the camera to my head. So, her pulling my hair, my painful expression, and my screams were all recorded, and her expression looked quite frightening.
After calming down a bit, Mitchell asked Eduardo to leave the room for a while so she could prepare for the massage. After Eduardo left, Mitchell carefully put away her clothes. What comforted me slightly was that although she had taken off her bra, she hadn't taken off her underwear. After undressing, she lay on the bed, covering her chest with a large towel, and then called Eduardo in.
“Are you ready for a massage?”
Eduardo asked, his voice thick with Spanish.
Seeing Mitchell nod, Eduardo had her turn over and lie face down on the bed. He poured some massage oil onto her back and began to stroke her back and shoulders. After a few minutes, Mitchell turned her head and whispered something to him. Although I couldn't hear clearly, I knew she was thoroughly enjoying the massage.
Slowly, Eduardo massaged her lower back, and Mitchell couldn't help but moan. Before, Mitchell always liked me to massage her, and I was always happy to bring her stimulation and pleasure. But now, another man's hands were groping her bare skin, which made me very uncomfortable.
Now, Eduardo's hands were massaging Mitchell's thighs, carefully moving to her calves and delicate feet. Mitchell loved having her feet touched, and she asked Eduardo to massage them a little longer. After a while, Eduardo's hands returned to her thighs, stroking her groin and waist.
"Madam, you're still wearing your underwear. Don't you want me to massage your buttocks?"
he said, pressing her buttocks with his knees.
"No, this is fine, no need to take them off... Oh, it feels so good... Yes, yes, Eduardo, you're making me feel so good!..."
Encouraged by Mitchell, Eduardo continued to massage her buttocks.
"If Madam could take off her underwear, she would experience even more stimulating pleasure,"
Eduardo said. "Don't worry, I'm a professional masseur, I won't do anything inappropriate. If you're worried about being exposed, I can cover your buttocks with a large towel."
Hearing this, Mitchell allowed Eduardo to pull down her underwear. His voice sounded completely devoid of lewdness and very professional, but I could still detect something ambiguous in his tone, and I felt that the implied meaning in his words had already excited Mitchell.
After Eduardo pulled my wife's panties off her legs, he turned to look at me, hooking his fingers around the waistband and waving them triumphantly, a mocking expression on his face. I struggled, trying to warn Mitchell with the sound of the handcuffs, but she only glanced at me and remained silently lying there. Helpless, I could only sit there silently, watching how things would unfold.
Now, Eduardo's hands were directly caressing my wife's bare buttocks, and she seemed to enjoy it. His hands roamed freely over her body, and she grew increasingly aroused by his touch.
"Alright, madam, now turn over,"
he said with a smile, giving me another mocking look.
Mitchell obediently turned over, carefully covering her private parts with a large towel. However, as Eduardo continued to caress her hands, arms, and shoulders, the towel slowly slipped to the side, almost completely exposing her naked body to another man's view.
Mitchell's figure was perfect. Because of her regular workouts, her body was toned and slender, and her two full breasts were firm, a 36C that didn't sag at all. Her buttocks were round and firm, her skin fair and smooth, and her nipples—damn! I couldn't help but curse inwardly—her nipples were already erect; it seemed this slut was very aroused by Eduardo.
At this moment, Eduardo gently massaged my wife's body with one hand, while the other hand rubbed back and forth from her navel to her neck. His fingers first pressed and rubbed her navel, then traced lines down her neck, then back down, continuing to rub her navel.
I noticed that Eduardo's hard penis had created a small tent at the front of his tracksuit trousers. I was so glad he was just massaging Mitchell. Maybe he was thinking about something else? ...Unbelievable!
"Madam, I'm sweating from the massage and feel a little hot. Would you allow me to take off my shirt?"
Mitchell said she didn't mind, so Eduardo unzipped his shirt and took it off. I (and maybe Mitchell thought so too) assumed he'd be wearing a t-shirt underneath, but when he took it off, he wasn't wearing anything at all, revealing his powerful muscles. He not only had strong muscles, but he was also incredibly fit, clearly having undergone excellent fitness training—he looked like a cover model for a men's health magazine. Every muscle was clearly visible, and his chest and shoulders were very broad.
“Wow!”
Mitchell exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a man with such a strong physique as you. You’re like Hercules from mythology!”
Eduardo thanked Mitchell for her praise, saying, “I’m so glad you appreciate my body. I do two hours of high-intensity training every day. Look, my biceps have a circumference of 18 inches.”
Seeing that Mitchell seemed somewhat skeptical, he continued, “Madam, if you’d like, you can measure my biceps with your hands and see if you can grasp them.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his arms and bent them upwards, revealing his massive biceps. Mitchell turned to the side and reached out to grasp his arms.
“Oh, it’s unbelievable! Your arms are so thick and strong!”
Mitchell exclaimed with genuine admiration. Indeed, her small hands couldn't completely encircle Eduardo's strong arms. "What's the name of this muscle?" Mitchell asked, stroking another muscle on his arm.
Eduardo told her the name of that muscle and then asked if she wanted to know the names of other muscle groups, to which she, of course, expressed great interest. However, instead of directly demonstrating the other muscle groups on his own body, Eduardo had my wife lie down so he could massage her while telling her the names of the muscles being massaged. In this way, Mitchell unconsciously and naturally exposed her entire body, moaning softly under Eduardo's caresses.
He stroked her quadriceps, patiently explaining the function of that muscle group, then massaged and explained her calf muscles, before placing his hands on her pectoral muscles, saying, "This muscle group's main function is stretching and propulsion. For women, this muscle group also helps support the breasts... Madam, would you mind if I commented on your muscle group?" "I'm telling you, this part of your muscle tissue is perfect, and your breasts are very full. The perfect muscle tissue supports your full breasts, making your body's curves very beautiful."
As he spoke, his hands continued to caress her breasts, getting closer and closer to her nipples.
"Thank you!"
Mitchell said, letting his hands roam over her body.
"There are many muscle groups in your breasts, but they are very small,"
he explained.
"What role do they play?"
Mitchell asked, her voice already a little hoarse.
"If you'd like, I can demonstrate the function of these muscle groups to you."
Mitchell closed her eyes and nodded slightly.
Eduardo's so-called "demonstration" was actually just stroking and rubbing my wife's breasts and nipples with his palms and fingers. Under his caresses and stimulation, Mitchell's nipples quickly hardened and stood erect, and she kept emitting excited moans.
"When a woman is stimulated, the muscle tissue around the nipple comes into play, supporting the nipple to become erect." "
He explained as he stroked her, 'These muscles respond more strongly to stimulation of the lips.'"
Mitchell remained silent, a silence that undoubtedly indicated her acquiescence to Eduardo. He then lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, stimulating the hard, fleshy bud with his lips and tongue. For the past five years, Mitchell's nipples had been my exclusive property, and now another man was wantonly playing with them.
Strangely, as the massage continued, my shame gradually faded, replaced by a surge of sexual desire; my penis involuntarily hardened. Watching Eduardo wantonly knead and play with my wife's breasts and nipples, my penis stood erect between my legs, silently appreciating and enjoying the pleasure of my wife being played with by another man.
Of course, I also felt ashamed of my reaction, knowing my face must be as red as the evening glow. Eduardo glanced in my direction, noticing my reaction, which made me feel even more humiliated, but my penis grew even harder.
I remained silent throughout, and I think Mitchell had probably forgotten my existence. Now she was only focused on enjoying the stimulation and pleasure from Eduardo's lips and tongue, completely oblivious to me. She held his head tightly against her breasts, hoping his mouth would bring her more pleasure and stimulation. With each suck and lick, her moans grew louder, as he slowly slid his head down to her lower body, his tongue and lips kissing her breasts, stomach, navel, pubic hair-covered mons pubis, finally reaching her clitoris. When Eduardo took her erect clitoris into his mouth and sucked hard, Mitchell gasped and moaned loudly.
"Oh, yes, it feels so good! Yes!" "
She said through gritted teeth.
I looked at her and was surprised to find that her bare breasts, neck and chest were all bright red, which meant that she was brewing a very intense sexual climax!"

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