Wife's stud

The next day, I woke up early, lying in bed unwilling to get up, yet unable to fall back asleep.

The night before, my wife had heard me mention wanting to borrow sperm, and she was both ashamed and angry, questioning whether I was even a man.

Was I still a man? The thought of someone else cultivating and planting my seed filled me with deep pain,
but my plow wasn't strong enough, the seed wasn't good enough—what else could I do?

Rather than openly admitting my infertility, I decided to borrow sperm; my wife could then truly give birth and become a real
mother .

After more than two hours of persuasion last night, my wife finally agreed to borrow sperm, but the look of surprise,
hurt , shame, and disappointment in her eyes was deeply etched in my mind.

Lying in bed, I began to ponder where to find this sperm. My wife needed a
man , so what kind of man did she like?

My wife liked tall, strong men. Every time Xiaoting saw a bodybuilding competition on TV, she would get incredibly excited. In
the early days of our marriage, she would always point at the muscular men on TV and say,

"Honey, you should work out more! Look how sexy they are!"

"Honey, look, they're like giant bulls, so awesome!"

At this point, I would half-jokingly ask her why she married me if she liked muscular men. She said her mother said the most important thing
for a man honesty, and she listened to her family.

My wife likes strong men, so should I really find a strong man to impregnate her? The thought of a burly man
riding on my wife's plump, white body, inserting his huge penis into her vagina…

I don't know why, but I got an erection. Actually, everyone says I'm smart and handsome, but my biggest regret in life
is that I'm not tall enough. I'm 169cm tall, which isn't short, but I'm pitifully thin.
My shoulders are as broad as my wife's, and my ribs are visible when she takes off her shirt. My plump wife weighs 63kg, and
so do I. People say women need men to press them down, the more firmly they press, the more comfortable they feel. I can't press my wife down;
during sex, if she moves even slightly, I'm thrown off.

My father and grandfather were both thin. A tall, strong man should be able to give my wife
a healthy baby, and maybe even improve the Wang family's genes, since the baby will be surnamed Wang anyway.

Should I really use a sperm donor?

She actually agreed to use a sperm donor, that slut! I suddenly got angry, but then I felt a wave
of helplessness: after all, it's my own fault for being impotent.

She likes bulls, so I'll find her a bull! I jumped out of bed.

After getting up, I did two things. First, I found a private investigator online. The second thing: I found a gym online
and also looked up some information about fitness.

I sent my wife out shopping; she hadn't slept well the night before and didn't say much to me. I didn't know if it was out of
shame or anger at agreeing to the sperm donation.

While my wife was out shopping, I called a private investigator to our house. They
secretly , connected to my computer. These cameras were all high
-definition 720p, but very small, easily hidden in the ceiling or under lamps. They were also quite expensive; the eight cameras
cost me over 30,000 yuan.

I wanted to record the sperm donation process, to protect myself and my wife…

In the evening, my wife returned home. We were still silent. I went to the gym.
It was a weightlifting gym; in other words, it was a rather basic gym with only strength training equipment.
I chose it because I read online that bodybuilders usually go to gyms like this, while
overweight or skinny office workers go to high-end gyms. Moreover, many people who come to this kind of gym
don't have much money, and I need this sense of security: the father of my child is genetically unlikely to fight me for custody, nor is he capable of doing so.

A sign on the simple glass door reads "Men's Gym, Ladies Not Allowed," the gym's
trademark . Pushing open the door, a wave of sweat hit me, along with the ear-splitting clang of barbells and dumbbells hitting the floor,
and the shouts of men straining as they lifted weights…

I declined the enthusiastic owner's offer, saying I'd look around the equipment before deciding whether to buy a yearly membership. I walked around and
noticed that the people in this gym were generally muscular and broad-shouldered. Because there was no air conditioning and it was the height of summer, unlike the well-dressed people in upscale gyms,
they were all shirtless, struggling with the weights,
their muscles gleaming like lumps of rock, drenched in sweat. It was already closing time, and there were only a dozen or so people in the gym, but
to , they all looked to be doing well.

Without realizing it, I found myself at the bench press rack. This morning, while browsing online, I
gained . I learned that the bench press is one of the three basic bodybuilding exercises, primarily targeting the pectoralis major and upper arm
muscles. Like the deadlift and squat, it's one of the most effective exercises for improving a man's strength. At that moment, a few people gathered around the bench press rack.
Curious, I went over to see what was happening. It turned out a broad-shouldered, burly man with a buzz cut was preparing for a bench press. I
counted the weight plates on his barbell, but couldn't quite make out the weight. Then, another bald man
placed his hands under the barbell; I knew he was spotting the man, probably his training partner. I saw him
shout , "110 kg, up!"

The man on the bench let out a roar, pushed the barbell up, and put it down, repeating this
six times. Each time he lifted, he let out a loud shout. His body was covered in sweat, glistening under the lights, and his
upper body was covered in bulging muscles. He was a muscular man with slightly dark skin, his pectoral muscles bulging like Shandong steamed buns.
When the barbell reached its highest point, his pectoral muscles created a deep groove in his chest, with bulging
muscle fibers along the sides. Sweat streamed down his iron-like upper body, forming deep crevices… During his last lift, perhaps
exhausted, he roared, “Fuck…you…mother…!”

I stared at the sight before me, stunned by his powerful and savage strength. I could hear several
men counting down for him: 1…2…3… But I was thinking of my wife being ravaged by his sweaty arms
. Shouldn't a beautiful woman like my wife be with a strong man?

I was mesmerized, staring at him as he rose from the bench. His pectoral muscles appeared even more
massive , his chest thicker than my shoulders. His abs weren't particularly defined, but I could clearly see six. His waist
was completely free of fat. He wore red shorts, his thighs like iron pillars planted firmly on the ground, his large feet…
At least a size 45…

what a bull! I wonder if it’s a stud…

“Hey, buddy, what are you looking at?”

He spoke to me, waking me up. I looked at his face: thick eyebrows, big eyes, single eyelids, thick lips, a broad, straight
nose —a angular face typical of a northern man. I’ve worked in HR at my company and read
books on physiognomy; from this face, I could see a rugged, honest, yet lecherous personality…

“You’re really strong! How long have you been training?”

“Haha, buddy, you’re new here, right? This is Brother Bull, he’s been training for five years!” A tall
guy next to him said, patting his sweaty back. “In this area, he and Da Kui are the strongest!”

Five years? He looked quite young…

“I started lifting weights to build muscle when I was a teenager, how about that?” As if sensing my doubt, the big bull
leaned closer , his dark face radiating wildness and provocation. He looked me up and down, then laughed:

“Hey, you look like a little chick, hurry up and get to work. A man who’s not strong can’t handle women!”

With that, he raised his right arm, bent it, and the black hair under his armpit stood out like wild grass. His
biceps bulged like iron balls, glistening with sweat, and a pungent stench
wafted over me . Amidst the men’s rough laughter, I felt utterly ashamed. My thighs weren’t even as thick as his arms,
and I certainly couldn’t handle my woman.

He then did a bodybuilding pose, his two engorged pectoral muscles gleaming hard and reddish-brown, like two
solid suits of armor, his face filled with the pride unique to strong men. Seeing that I still didn’t speak, he went back to the bench
press to spot the bald man.

I sat in the gym, watching blankly as he and the bald man finished their bench presses, drenched in sweat, and walked into
the locker room

. I stood up, wondering what to do next. I went into the locker room. There were no showers; it was truly only
for changing clothes. The stench of sweat was even stronger, or rather, a strong, pungent "sexual odor" from a robust man. I
frowned at the doorway and heard laughter inside.

"Hey, Kui, how was that little widow you were with the other night? Got her in bed yet?"

"Damn, I brought her home. She was a bit awkward at first, but then I pulled her into
my flesh. The little bitch went limp on the spot, what a slut."

"Hehe, you let her touch your crotch, right? Lots of juice?"

"Lots of juice, not tight."

"You expect a slut who's already had kids to be tight? Besides, after you fucked her with your big donkey's dick,
even your wife won't be tight."

"Damn, you're talking nonsense. That slut last time, you fucked her for less than two months and she was as loose as a sack of flour.
You yourself said you couldn't even ejaculate after two hours of gushing, and you're criticizing me?"

"She's had kids, how could she be tight?"

"Damn it, you big bull, what were you saying about her pussy when you had your eye on her?"

"Get lost, you're training legs tomorrow. Don't be so cocky tonight, save some of your balls! Otherwise, you'll be
powerless."

"Get lost, you big-headed bastard!"

The bald man burst out like a wall, a lewd grin on his face. He paused for a moment when he saw me, then walked away as if
nothing had happened.

I went into the locker room. He was the only one there, the one called "Big Bull." He was taking off his red shorts.
His skin was slightly dark, and a strip of black hair on his belly was stretched taut by his abs. The
moment , I knew that my wife and I were about to have our fates changed by this man.

What a cock it was! The glans was bulging, the large glans gleaming with a dark reddish-black light. It was
thick, long, and black all over. How to describe it? It was like a corn cob painted black, only with a particularly large head.
Visually, you could feel a masculine, healthy, and powerful force, a force ready to sow seeds.

I stared intently at his massive penis between his thick, black, hairy legs, at the egg-sized glans and
testicles. I'd never felt so inferior in my life. Even when flaccid, it was over 15 centimeters long;
my penis, even erect, was far less. When flaccid, it was as thick as an egg; when erect, mine was
barely thicker than my index finger.

"Hey, man! What are you looking at? What's so special about a penis? It hasn't grown, has it?"

Once again, he snapped me out of my daze. I knew now was the time. For
the happiness of my wife and me, I had to be courageous.

"It's grown, but not this big."

"Damn," he grinned憨厚ly, proudly waving his large, fleshy penis, "My penis is indeed big. It's
famous back home. People call me 'Bull's Penis.' They say a big penis brings good fortune, haha."

My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Yes, it did bring good fortune. I was about to invite him to fuck my beautiful wife.

"You're really good at this. How old are you?"

"25," he replied, pulling on a pair of shorts.

I shifted my gaze from his crotch and sized up this towering man. A clean-cut buzz cut,
at least 180 centimeters tall—he certainly fit the bill.

"Are you married?"

"Hehe, my eldest son is already five."

I was immediately taken aback!

"Eldest son? How many children do you have?"

"Three, all sons."

"My goodness, how old were you when you got married?" "

I was 19 when I started sleeping with my wife. I'm from the Yimeng Mountains; people get married early there, so I'm considered late
."

His answer was honest, but I saw the simplicity of a farmer in his eyes, along with a farmer's cunning.

"Can you have so many children where you live?"

"Hehe, more children, more blessings, right? As long as you pay, you can have them and register them. I started doing
farm work after graduating from junior high, then I went to work as a laborer, and now I'm a small business owner, so this amount of money is nothing."

"Then how come all three of your children are boys?"

Seeing my interest, he became quite forthright, sitting down in shorts and a tank top to chat:
"I don't know, I only get to spend about two months a year with my wife. Every Spring Festival when I
go back home , hehe..."

He glanced at me, and seeing that I was older than him, called me "Big Brother." He became more talkative and gruff.

"Big Brother, you're a man too, you know. We only see our wives once a year, hehe… The house has a heated
kang bed , it's so warm, I always let my wife go around naked."

"Every year when I leave, my wife cries, but it's really because she can't bear to part with my dick…"

His face was filled with pride. "The following Spring Festival when I come home, there's always another son. The one I conceived last year
, my wife already gave birth, hehe, it's only been okay since she got an IUD."

"Aren't you afraid your wife will cheat on you?"

"I know you city people like to think that way, but all three of my sons are mine. Their birthdays are all
ten months . After I became a boss, my mother insisted that I do that... you city people's... paternity test. I
thought about how hard my wife has worked, and I didn't want to do it, but my mother forced me. The results showed that they were all my children..."

"Your wife is so good to you, and you're still having affairs?"

He was startled, looked up, and immediately smiled sheepishly.

"Hehe, brother, you heard everything just now? You know, being out here alone... look at my physique,
I can't hold back. That bald guy, Kui Zi, is just like me, we both like to build big muscles, we both like women,
and we're both foremen, that's why we're brothers who'd risk our lives for each other. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked him to spot me for a 100+ kg bench press
, that could kill someone."

"Besides, I only date young widows and such, clean ones, I do some heavy work for them to supplement my income,
not just daytime work."

I looked at his face, honest, rugged, savage, and lecherous, all clearly written on his face. He
was completely different from us, but he could make my wife give birth to a strong child, possibly even
a son.

"Da Niu, I think we get along quite well." " Haha, brother, I could tell at a glance you were a cultured man, I was surprised

you could chat with a rough guy like me !" 　　Of course, I started by praising his penis, what man wouldn't be pleased? 　　"Da Niu, what's your full name?" 　　"Wang Da Niu! Hehe, we country folk have rustic names, but people say they have a manly feel to them." 　　Fate? He's also surnamed Wang! 　　"Big Brother, I need your help! I need some strength." 　　"Haha, Big Brother, we don't have much money, but we've got plenty of strength. Just tell me!" 　　"Don't agree too quickly, it'll be a lot of work." 　　"Hehe, Big Brother, I may not have much else, but I'm incredibly strong. I'm happy to have a cultured friend like you ," he said, patting his chest, which was as thick as a city wall. "I can handle 　　any kind of work." "I need to borrow your sperm." 　　A silence fell over the locker room… 　　"Big Brother, are you kidding? Did I hear that right?" 　　"Big Brother, my name is Wang Cheng, and your sister-in-law's name is Chen Yuting. We both have master's degrees. I don't have enough sperm, and we want a child, so we need to borrow your sperm." 　　"Why me? Big Brother, we just met!" " 　　I can't afford to embarrass myself by asking someone I know. My wife likes tall men, and I want a strong child, so it's you." 　　"But..." 　　Before he could speak, I pulled a photo of my wife from my pocket and handed it to him. It was a candid picture of my wife, in which she was unusually wearing a low-cut top, smiling gently, her 33D breasts white and tender. 　　As soon as Da Niu took the photo, his bull-like eyes were fixed on my wife's breasts; I could tell from his expression that he was practically drooling . That morning, while I was online, I learned that men who like to train their strength and muscles experience muscle growth through this kind of exercise, which also stimulates testosterone synthesis. These men, unless they use steroids, are generally very lecherous. Steroids can shrink the genitals, and this big bull clearly wasn't one of them... 　　Da Niu stared intently at my wife's photo, and I saw his large Adam's apple gulp down, and the bulge in his large shorts visibly swelled up. I even saw—I don't know if it was my imagination or just my imagination—the two egg-sized protrusions, and his testicles twitched twice. 　　I knew he was aroused. 　　"B-Brother, your wife is so beautiful, she looks like a scholar. Do you think she'd agree to a roughneck like me going to her?" 　　Damn, this lecherous ox is smitten! 　　"Brother Niu, don't worry, your wife will definitely agree. We've already agreed." 　　"Hehe," he chuckled, looking at his wife's photo again, habitually rubbing his large chest with his big hand. His buzz cut drooped, then lifted again… I noticed his fondness for a simple, honest "hehe" laugh. His voice was deep and powerful , as solid as his physique, and when he chuckled, it carried a rugged and raw masculinity. 　　"When?" This kid was actually blushing! 　　"Today, right now, tonight!" 　　"I only have a vest and shorts, how am I supposed to meet your wife?" 　　"It's alright!" 　　"I...I still don't know..." 　　Footsteps sounded outside the locker room. I knew time was running out. Seeing him still hesitating, I leaned close to his ear and said, "Da Niu, it's not safe for you to play around with women outside. You have to wear a condom." Damn, do you even have condoms that big? 　　"Your wife wants you to have her, you don't need to wear a condom, you can fuck her as much as you want!" I changed "fuck" to "fucking," when in Rome, do as the Romans do . "I'll wait for you outside, follow me, it'll be there in 15 minutes." 　　If a man tells you his wife is yours to fuck, would you refuse? 　　After saying that, I didn't even look at Da Niu, turned around and left. When I got to the gym, I took out my phone and dialed my wife's number, telling her I was bringing a man home. This man was strong, married, and had three sons. 　　My wife wasn't angry, aggrieved, or shy. She was just silent for a while, then said, "Dinner's ready ." 　　And hung up. 　　I waited outside the gym for 10 minutes before Wang Daniu came out. This guy was really only wearing shorts and a tank top. Because he hadn't showered, the sweat hadn't dried yet, and the muscles on his arms were bulging and hard, as .

Seeing him come out, I didn't greet him, but walked straight home. In the shadow of the setting sun, I saw a
much burly figure following silently behind me. "

Wife, I brought the big bull back for you!"

Pushing open the door, there was a table full of delicious food.

My wife is a great cook, especially meat dishes, what northerners call "big dishes" or "hard dishes," but I don't
like meat. My wife always says that men need to eat meat to have energy...

Looking at the big bull wolfing down his food across the table, I was lost in thought. This guy only ate a bowl of rice, but
he had almost finished all the meat on the table: two large chicken legs, a plate of shrimp, and a plate of beef that was also disappearing.

"Eat slowly!" my wife said gently. From the moment we entered the house, my wife had remained
calm , but the big bull, on the other hand, was practically drooling when he saw my wife. This honest man only called out "Sister-in-law!"

and then stared at my wife intently.

I don't know what my wife was thinking, but she was wearing her usual home clothes—knowing
I was bringing someone home—a short off-the-shoulder dress, revealing the base of her large, white breasts, a deep cleavage
extending beneath the skirt. I'd seen all of that in photos, but Da Niu was staring intently at my wife's buttocks.

Oh, I forgot to mention, my wife has a buttocks that any man would adore, white as a jade plate, round as
a full moon , plump and perky, looking like a big peach from behind.

My wife seemed to enjoy Da Niu's beastly gaze, deliberately carrying dishes from the kitchen to the dining room several times,
like a model on a runway.

Finally, what interrupted Da Niu's dazed stare was my wife's shout, "Dinner's ready!"

So now, I'm sitting at the table, Da Niu opposite me, my wife beside me. Da Niu, while wolfing down his food, says,
"Delicious, delicious! Sister-in-law's cooking is so good!"

While he's eating, I pull my wife into the kitchen.

"Do you think he's good enough?"

My wife remained expressionless. "I think he's fine, he's great!"

My heart was filled with mixed emotions. "He's good enough? Look at the way he eats!"

My wife glanced at me. "You've changed your mind? It's not too late!"

My anger deflated instantly. We'd taken all the prescribed medications and had all the necessary injections, but we still didn't have a child.
Did we really have to adopt one and let the whole company know that I, Wang Cheng, was "impotent"?

My wife saw my silence and fell silent too...

After a long time, it seemed like a whole year, but I guess it was only a minute, my wife suddenly broke the awkward
silence: "I think he's great, a man who can eat well can do good work!" She walked out of the kitchen!

My heart was breaking. I knew I had missed the last chance to end this absurd farce. I
found a bottle of Wuliangye liquor that someone had given me in the kitchen, grabbed three glasses, walked to the dining table, and loudly proclaimed, "Come on,
I met a good brother named Da Niu today, let's have a few drinks!"

Da Niu had just finished his dinner; that guy, he ate so much in just 10 minutes, impressive!
His eyes lit up when he saw the Wuliangye, and he said, "Brother! This liquor is good!"

I knew northern men loved to drink, so today I'd drink with him to my heart's content. Looking at his tall and strong physique, I
knew I couldn't outdrink him, but I still kept thinking of various excuses to drink with him. I drank about half a bottle,
while Da Niu generously drank more than half. Finally, I lost consciousness. In the instant I passed out drunk, I thought
I was finally free, but deep down, there seemed to be a little regret...

In the morning, I was awakened by a severe headache. I woke up from the sofa in the living room, rushed to the bathroom, vomited
thoroughly, held a glass of cold water, glanced at the clock in the living room, and it was 5:30. In a daze, I suddenly remembered:
"Wife!"

I rushed into my wife's bedroom, and what I saw there is something I'll never forget.

Wang Daniu, this burly man from Shandong, was lying naked on my bed, his thick arms
encircling my beautiful, equally naked wife! My wife had her head on Daniu's shoulder, her slender
arms holding his muscular body, sleeping peacefully and contentedly. Daniu, on the other hand, was snoring loudly,
sleeping like a log. I remembered my wife saying that it was lucky I didn't snore, otherwise how could she sleep...

She was sleeping perfectly well now!

I felt like I was going to faint: my wife had really been violated by this brute! I stared at them for a long time like a block of
wood One was masculine, the other feminine; one rugged, the other delicate; one
dark-skinned, the other fair-skinned. I had a strange feeling that they were the real couple, and I... I was just an insignificant
little man.

Just as I turned to leave, as if God
were Da Niu's body changed. His limp, black penis slowly
rose, and in those few dozen seconds, I witnessed the entire process of this man sleeping next to my wife's large
penis going from soft to hard. It was the first time I had ever seen this penis in its "battle" state. I think it was at least 2
or 3 centimeters long, incredibly thick, with the fleshy ridges on the glans gleaming with a reddish-black light. It was truly a penis brimming with
reproductive . The two large testicles below seemed unchanged from yesterday, swollen and full. I even
optimistically imagined that perhaps he hadn't ejaculated last night, that perhaps nothing had happened between them...

At this moment, Da Niu suddenly stopped snoring and unconsciously stroked his penis with his large hand. Perhaps it was too hard
to bear, because he pressed it down, and the penis, like a steel bar, snapped back onto his belly,
returning to its acute angle with his lower abdomen.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I really wanted to wake them up, tell Da Niu to get out, and call my wife a slut! But
what right did I have? Da Niu could crush me with one hand, and he only needed my wife to have his sperm because I was impotent…
I

was in agony, but then I realized my penis was hard. I sadly realized that seeing a
man stronger than me sleeping next to my wife aroused me—how perverted! Then it
dawned on me: I had a security camera in the house!

The living room recording was playing on the monitor in front of me. The high-definition camera was excellent; the
ceiling camera, when zoomed in, showed a single hair on the dining table.

I saw Wang Da Niu reach out and push me after I collapsed on the table, "Brother, brother?
Wake up !"

Seeing that I wasn't awake, he scratched his head and asked, "Sister-in-law, what should we do with my brother?"

"Just put him on the sofa."

Da Niu easily picked me up horizontally. This guy can bench press at least 110 kilograms, while I only
weigh around 60 kilograms; it was too easy for him.

I noticed that while Da Niu was carrying me, my wife was staring intently at his back. Da Niu's back was
broad and thick, with strong latissimus dorsi muscles and broad shoulders, making his thick waist appear as a distinct inverted triangle.

"Da Niu, your name is Wang Da Niu, right?"

"Yes, sister-in-law, just call me Da Niu!" Whether it was because of the alcohol or because Da Niu was thinking about
his "physical work" tonight, his face was flushed.

"Where are you from?"

"My family is from the Yimeng Mountains."

"What do you do at home?"

"Hehe, what else can we do? Farm."

"Then how did you end up in Jinan?" "

Hey, I came to the city to work when I was 20."

"Wow, you're so strong!"

Upon hearing this, Da Niu proudly swung his two arms, which were like large wooden rafters, and did a bodybuilding move,
his bulging biceps rising like mountains.

"Sister-in-law, do you want to touch them? They can even twitch!"

I saw my wife's slender white hand slowly touch Da Niu's arm. Da Niu proudly bent and stretched
his arm slightly, and his iron-like biceps twitched, making my wife laugh.

"Hehe, just like you. How did you get so strong?"

"I've been building muscle with my dad since I was little."

"Oh? You guys are into bodybuilding?"

"What bodybuilding!" Da Niu chuckled sheepishly. "The men in my village all like to lift stone weights and wrestle
, that's their job. Without strong arms, no woman would like you!"

"Then wouldn't someone like you be the most popular girl in the village?"

"Hehe, sister-in-law, you know what? My wife is really the prettiest girl in the village. That's how it is where I'm from.
The strongest guy is the most popular. The men in my family are all tall and strong
, like 'big animals,' so women especially like them..."

I saw that Da Niu seemed to be getting drunk. His face was getting redder and redder, and he was sweating profusely,
like he was coated with oil under the light. His loose vest was already soaked through. I also noticed my wife's hand
was on Da Niu's arm, seemingly stroking his strong shin.

"Take off your vest,"

I saw Da Niu suddenly grin foolishly, a fleeting smile tinged with cunning—the cunning of a
farmer , a crude cunning, or perhaps the cunning of a male animal vying for reproductive power.

This guy, though slightly tipsy, wasn't stupid; he couldn't wait to show off his muscular physique to the beautiful woman.

"Hehe, then I'll go shirtless, sister-in-law, don't mind."

"It's alright, do whatever makes you comfortable."

Da Niu's large hand ripped off the vest.

My wife looked at the shirtless Da Niu, her mouth slightly agape. I admit Da Niu's body was full of masculine beauty,
thick as a city wall, his muscles like hard bricks, especially his broad, fan-shaped shoulders. His pectoral muscles
resembled two large iron pots placed on a chopping board, dark red and black, the nipples below his pectoral muscles as
small as 50-cent coins, yet the color of dark chocolate.

I saw my wife shift her buttocks on the screen.

"Go on,"

Wang Daniu said, still a little dazed. "I remember once when I was in the second year of junior high school, I came home early from school and
saw my dad pinning my aunt down on the kang (
a heated brick bed). They were both naked. I went closer and saw that my dad was thrusting his buttocks into my aunt. At first, my aunt didn't make a sound, but then she couldn't hold back anymore and started screaming.
Her all that stuff came out, and she kept scratching my dad's back. My dad ignored her,
cursing and continuing to fuck her. I watched from the doorway for as long as they fucked. After at least half an hour, my dad suddenly
yelled and lay still on top of my aunt. My aunt was holding my dad tightly."

"After a while, my dad finally got off my aunt. He saw me standing dumbfounded at the door, and I saw
his penis too. It was huge, like a washing mallet, covered in white discharge. The lumps of flesh on my dad's body
reminded me of the big bulls in the village. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my aunt's shouting must have been because of my dad's penis and
his lumps of flesh. I don't even know how long I stood there like a log. My dad caught his breath, glanced at me, and
slowly got up from the bed. My aunt was still recovering, her eyes were lifeless, and I saw that her bottom was
soaked . My dad walked up to me, looked at my crotch which resembled a small hill, and said, 'The kid's all grown up!'"

"My dad put on his shorts, took me to the yard, and said I was a grown man now, so
he told me everything. He said my aunt's husband, a college graduate who was also a village official, wasn't doing well on the kang
(
heated brick bed) and couldn't have children, so he offered to help them. My dad has always been my hero. One year, during the off-season, the men in the village had a strength contest, and my dad could lift the huge millstone on the threshing floor and circle it once. He was the strongest man in the village, and I can still remember the expressions on the faces of the women in the village
when they looked at him. Suddenly, I understood, and I told my dad, 'I
don't want to be like my uncle, I want to be like you!'"

"From the next day on, I started playing with stone weights and lifting stone poles with my dad. Later, my aunt gave birth to a big,
healthy boy , and my uncle even came to thank my dad. The two of them drank until late at night, and my dad, right next to my uncle, fucked my
aunt until she cried and screamed. Later, I caught my dad several times taking advantage of my mother's absence, pinning down widows and other women in the village and having
sex with them on the kang (heated brick bed). I'd heard the old women in the village call my dad a big slut since I was little, and that's when I understood why. I've
never told my mother about my dad, but she definitely knows he's a slut."

Hearing Da Niu's vulgar narration, his wife blushed and gasped for breath. She hadn't expected Da Niu, slightly drunk,
to recount such a blatant experience. Looking at the screen, I saw my wife's buttocks shifting constantly in the chair.

"Your dad really corrupted you," my wife said, trying to hide her blush and embarrassment
.

"Where we've always had this saying, 'A brother-in-law has half of his sister-in-law's butt,' and any capable man with a dick..."
"They can't sit still. But before I got married, my dad never let me touch a woman. He said the wedding night is precious, so
it's best to hold back before that!"

"That's true." I sensed my wife was a little excited, a little embarrassed, and a little shy.

"What's true? Well, when I got married at 19, I held my wife and
had sex with her all night long, eight times. For the next few days, my mother had to help her get out of bed."

...My wife's face turned even redder, and she didn't know how to respond. She just got up and poured a glass of cold water for Da Niu,
saying, "Look how hot you are, have some water."

Da Niu reached out to take it, and the moment his hand touched his wife's, he seemed to suddenly remember that he
hadn't done his "heavy work" for the night!

He looked at his wife, whose face was flushed like a peach blossom after his erotic story, her pink face smiling
gently . He was instantly aroused and reached out to pull his wife into his arms!

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