[Shanghai Hot Mom (Also known as: Uncle San's Blissful Sexual Life)][3] (Updating)

Author: yyhnxx
First published on 2017/12/17
Word count: 7770 words
3.
After picking up my daughter from school, she watched Teletubbies in the living room, my wife went into the kitchen to cook, and I sat in
the corner of the living room surfing the internet. Recently, I accidentally registered on a website called "Couple's Fate" (this website doesn't exist, don't search
for it), and I became instantly hooked. It's not that I have a strong interest in the clandestine practice of wife-swapping; deep down, my
wife and I are still very traditional people. I wouldn't be willing to swap my beloved wife with someone else. The main reason I fell in love with this website
is because I can see many seductive wives there, some of whom have truly hot figures, no less than
my wife. This is probably what is called a common male flaw: the most beautiful woman in one's eyes is always someone else's wife.
An hour ago, a newly registered user posted a set of photos of his wife, which immediately caused
a sensation on the site. In just one hour, the number of viewers exceeded a thousand, and there were dozens of comments. It was a set of
photos of his wife wearing a black, open-crotch lingerie bodysuit and red high heels. There weren't many photos, only five,
but they perfectly showcased her slender waist and shapely buttocks. One photo in particular, showing her kneeling with her
back to him, highlighted her snow-white, plump buttocks, which resembled a large, luscious peach against the black mesh fabric
. The thong covering her buttocks seemed to be trying to conceal something, but in reality, it covered nothing at all. Even the dark red of her anus was
faintly visible through the fabric, sparking the imagination.
I was getting a little aroused myself, thinking I should at least offer some compliments. Just as I was pondering this,
the phone in the living room rang. She came over and answered it, but I didn't pay any attention to what she said. I didn't even notice her
curious expression as I stared at her, and she came to my side.
"What are you looking at?" my wife's coquettish voice suddenly rang in my ear, startling me.
"Our daughter is right there; what if she sees?" my wife scolded me.
"She's just a little kid, what does she know?" I said, trying to sound calm.
"Isn't looking at your wife enough? Why are you looking at these filthy photos?" she complained.
"It's different," I argued.
"What's the difference?" "Other photos are of actors or professional models, these aren't. These are
real, living people, other people's wives." "What nonsense are you talking about? Who would take pictures of their wife
like this and post them online?" My wife didn't believe me.
"Why would I lie to you?" For some reason, I went back a page and showed her
the titles on the webpage: "Loving Wife," "Sexy Wife Seeking Temptation," "Weekend Public Exposure." My wife's face
turned red immediately.
"Pervert!" She slapped me. "All crows are black, you men are all the same deep down
." After saying that, she fled into the kitchen. I knew she already knew I was browsing these kinds of websites
, but this time she caught me red-handed and confronted me directly.
My wife "escaped," but didn't seem to react much or get angry, which made me feel like
I could openly look at other people's wives' sexy photos.
I chuckled, widened my eyes, and continued browsing the webpage, various bodies of all shapes and sizes displayed before my eyes
. Just then, the phone in the living room rang. My daughter rushed over to answer it. Our
family is one of the few that still has a landline, mainly because my wife insisted on buying a very exquisite
antique wooden telephone as decoration, and my daughter also really liked it.
I don't know whose phone it was, but my three-year-old daughter was nodding seriously into the phone
, saying "Mmm, mmm," before hanging up and running to the kitchen doorway. "Mommy, Mommy, Shin-chan asked me to come to his
house to play! Lots of kids came over!" "Sweetie, dinner's ready," my wife said softly . "
Can you go after you eat?" "He asked me to come to his house, and I said yes!" my daughter said in her sweet, childish voice. Shin-chan was
the little boy next door, a year older than my daughter, and they were very close.
"Okay, okay, you can go," my wife said, unable to bear seeing her daughter's serious expression.
"Remember to be polite when you go." "Okay, thank you, Mommy, goodbye, Daddy!" my daughter
rattled off like a machine gun, and then I heard the door slam shut. I
shook my head helplessly. With
our daughter not home, my wife naturally lost interest in cooking elaborate meals and soon emerged from the kitchen
.
"Dinner's ready, sir. Stop looking at those girls, aren't you upset seeing them but not being able to eat them?" she
said, walking over to me. Seeing me still browsing the webpage, she gave me a flirtatious glare.
"How could I be upset? I have such a beauty at home, nothing compares to those online. If I'm feeling restless, I'll take it out on you.
" I pulled her into my arms, making her sit on my lap. Her warm, fleshy buttocks pressed against my legs, causing my
already erect penis to rise even higher. "Come on, girl, give me a kiss," I teased, pinching her chin
.
Surprisingly, she leaned down and kissed me on the lips before turning her head away.
"Let me see what kind of beautiful women you're looking at all day, that you're so obsessed with them." She curiously picked up the mouse
, which made me a little embarrassed. After all, I registered on this website mainly to peek at other people's wives; I
really didn't have any other intentions. It's just that the screen full of "dating" and "swapping" really made me wonder how to explain it.
"You're such a pervert," my wife said, her face flushed, but her hands didn't stop; she continued clicking the mouse and scrolling through the webpage. "These
people who reply are even more perverted."She pointed to the webpage where someone had replied to the original poster: "Devil: It's
a waste for me to ejaculate in front of the computer screen. Let me poke into your pussy, okay?" I chuckled, unsure
how to answer.
"How do you usually reply to posts like this?" she asked.
"Of course not. I don't usually reply. Most posts don't even meet my standards." I put my arm around her, watching her sit
on my lap browsing ***** websites. Looking at the screen full of vulgar language in the replies, I suddenly felt a strange...
A strange impulse struck me, and my hand, which had been caressing her waist, slipped through her clothes and rested directly on her high, firm breasts.
My wife's breasts were at least a D cup, so her bra was never padded, making them feel incredibly
real and comfortable to the touch.
"Well, there are some that catch your eye, huh?" My wife clicked on another post.
"There are some really high-quality ones." I started discussing it with her seriously, "Their figures aren't as
hot as yours, but they pose so well, so sexy and alluring." As I spoke, I pulled my hand out of her shirt,
took the mouse, and clicked on a few posts in my bookmarks—a few of my favorite posts.
I could tell my wife was also somewhat surprised by the quality of these posts. They weren't just pure displays of sex appeal;
the clothing and poses were revealing without being vulgar, alluring without being obscene, more like sexy art photos, quite aesthetically pleasing.
"They're not that great," she said, clearly not entirely honest.
"She's nowhere near as good as you, but her husband's technique is better than mine." I slipped my hand inside her clothes again,
naturally touching her breasts, which felt heavy in my hand.
"Indeed, your technique is terrible." My wife agreed with this.
Seeing her still staring at the screen, intently reading other people's replies, I suddenly blurted
out, "Why don't you show off your pretty pictures too? Outshine them and make those perverts drool." "
I'm not that perverted," my wife rolled her eyes at me. "Do you enjoy watching a bunch of perverts swear at your wife's photos
? Just thinking about them masturbating in front of them makes me sick." "I'm just jealous looking at other wives' pictures
. Look at this set of photos, her butt is pretty, but the hip line is too short, lacking your plumpness, and she has a butt but
no breasts. And look at this one, her breasts are big, but they've all sagged. A V-shaped breast is never as good as a double-looped breast,
far worse than yours." "What kind of twisted logic is that?" My wife shyly slapped me, pressing down on my
hand that was groping her chest. "Don't move." "I'm just stating the facts." I ignored her, and my fingers, even more aggressively
, squeezed into her bra, grasping her large, heavy breasts in my hands, my fingertips pinching her
nipples.
"I told you not to move around," my wife scoffed.
"What I mean by moving around is not moving around," I chuckled, playing a piano-like motion on her nipples with my fingertips. "This is what you call
moving around." "Ah," my wife let out a soft groan, both from my mischievous fingers and from the fact that she had inadvertently clicked
on a post titled "Weekend Wife-Loving Activities: A Record," which contained over a dozen
photos of two men and a woman having sex. Although the vital parts were blurred or covered with limbs, it was still clear
what they were doing.
"Wow, this is like a Japanese adult film!" I exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Don't turn it off! Don't turn it off!" Seeing my wife about to close
the window, I quickly stopped her. "It's a real-life Japanese adult film! How rare! This woman looks like she's really enjoying it.
" I admired it as I watched, feeling a sharp pain in my lower back.
"It seems like there are more than three people in this." I suddenly realized.
"What do you mean more than three people?" My wife still didn't understand.
"Look, there are three people in every photo, but the angles and positions are different. It's not a fixed camera position,
which means there's a fourth person taking the photos. Wow, this is serious!" "You..." My wife was a little amused and exasperated.
"What are you so excited about?" "I'm just curious." I chuckled. This stuff looked exciting,
but I still couldn't quite accept it in real life. Naturally, I closed it after watching and continued browsing other posts.
My wife watched for a while longer, then lost interest: "They're all pretty much the same
. It's a wonder you're watching with such interest." "Of course," I replied, "we have a master in our family, so watching these small fry isn't really
interesting. I'm used to fancy meals, so I just enjoy the simpler stuff." "You can look, but if you actually try to eat it,"
my wife threatened, "watch out, I'll be wielding my scissors." She made a scissor gesture with her fingers.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested. I haven't even finished cultivating our own land; I don't have the energy to dig up other people's fields." "
Hmph!" My wife clearly didn't take my words seriously.
"Honey, let's post a set too, let's set off a big bomb and blow this website up." "Dream on! No
way!" My wife immediately refused. "If people find out, how can anyone live?" "Who would post photos showing their face
? Are you stupid?" I said. "Look at all these posts, who has ever posted a photo showing their face? Not even a side profile."
I don't know what got into me, but after proposing this idea, I couldn't resist wanting to make it happen.
"No." My wife still shook her head.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't post those explicit photos. I'll definitely choose them carefully. Just think of it as your own
artistic photos displayed in a shop window. It's such a waste to hide your amazing figure. Just like when you were in school,
you always covered yourself up so much. If it weren't for my discerning eye, you, this beauty, would have gotten away."
"Hmm—no." I usually know that when my wife starts to whine, she's actually starting to waver
.
"From a young age, teachers taught us that good things should be shared. Such an enviable, devilish figure like Big S's should
be a visual treat for everyone. As the saying goes: 'Have your own beauty, let others be jealous.'" "
Vulgar," the wife muttered, but chuckled, her eyes sparkling with desire
."We don't actually need to put in those semi-nude or erotic photos. Just
put in some of your everyday, slightly sexy photos, and that should be enough to seduce a lot of people." "No." She said sweetly.
"Just try it, just for fun. If things don't go well, stop immediately." "No." "Yes." "No." "
Yes!" "No—ah…" In this back-and-forth of "yes" and "no," I had already
lifted my wife's top. Today she was wearing a front-fastening bra, so I could easily unfasten it.
Then I took her firm, erect nipple into my mouth, and my wife let out a soft, seductive moan.
We've been married for several years, and our child is three years old, but her nipples are still as pink and delicate as a young girl's. With my mouth…
The opening and closing of her nipples danced joyfully on my tongue, transforming from soft to firm. Whenever my tongue brushed against her
areola and circled her nipple, her upper body would involuntarily tremble and recoil slightly. Those
small nipples, originally mostly sunken into her breasts, swelled up like large dates from the stimulation, standing erect with excitement.
I held them in my mouth, teasing them up and down with my tongue, even gently biting them with my teeth. My wife gently held
my head, her eyes half-closed, occasionally emitting soft moans, like a gentle murmur, or perhaps a
spring symphony being played.
My mouth lingered between her breasts; whenever I suckled one nipple, my hand would
tease the other, or pinch the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently kneading it.
My remaining hand reached between her legs, fumbling to unzip her jeans. As I made
a motion to pull down her pants, my wife slightly stood up, gently closing her legs to make it easier for me to pull down
her jeans.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of impatience; I no longer thought of taking off her pants one by one. Excitedly, I stood up and pulled
down her underwear and outer pants together. With a push, my wife was now lying naked on the computer desk.
Frankly, my wife wasn't the kind of stunning beauty, but she gave off a natural, quiet, and virtuous
feeling, intellectual and gentle. In fact, this kind of woman often attracts men's predatory gaze, which often made me
feel uneasy and jealous. Besides her气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), heaven had bestowed upon her another gift: a naturally stunning
, devilish figure. My wife's D-cup breasts were no longer visible due to her prostrate position. Her black knitted top
was mostly intact from behind, except that her smooth, white buttocks spread out exaggeratedly to the sides, so
the hem of the top barely covered her slender waist. Her dark blue jeans, covering her underwear,
hung on her knees, making her bare, rounded buttocks appear even more dazzlingly white, so smooth it seemed tempting
to devour them.
It's said that due to racial differences, most Chinese women have relatively flat buttocks with shorter hip lines, but my wife
's were different, possessing some Western female characteristics: full breasts, a slender waist, and full hips. Perhaps because her breasts
and hips were larger than most women's, the proportions of her body appeared somewhat exaggerated. Below her slender waist
, her buttocks were round, firm, and long, with a shapely curve—by today's online standards, this was definitely
a typical example of a woman with large breasts and a large bottom.
At this moment, her round, smooth buttocks were displayed before my eyes,
swaying slightly with a hint of impatience, seemingly because of my pause. Her legs, crossed and lightly pressed together, made her buttocks appear even more prominent, and between her deep buttocks, a dark
red cleft was faintly visible, occasionally glistening with a moist sheen as her hips swayed. My wife's head was slightly
turned to the side, her long, black hair cascading down her cheeks. She seemed a little puzzled as to why I
was so slow to begin.
I took a deep breath, reached out, and grasped her buttocks with both hands.
To my touch, they were warm and smooth. My thumbs were positioned perfectly on the inside of her buttocks, and with a gentle push, I spread her plump
buttocks apart.
"Ah—!" she gasped softly, her buttocks twitching shyly as she tried to pull away. We've been married for several years,
but she still isn't used to me looking at her genitals so closely. This time, however, I gripped her buttocks tightly,
my fingers pushing firmly to both sides.
"Husband, no…" she said shyly, turning her head back.
"Let me see," I insisted. Then, perhaps because she was already aroused, she gave in, her body
relaxing slightly from its stiffness.
I leaned closer triumphantly, thinking that this was truly the first time I'd observed her most mysterious and beautiful place so closely and calmly
. Even though I'm not well-educated, a phrase came to mind: "The grass is lush and green."
My wife's most alluring and tender part was already somewhat moist, like it was coated with a layer of transparent egg
white. When I touched it with my finger, it was slippery. But perhaps she wasn't excited enough yet, because her delicate slit wasn't fully open,
only slightly ajar. Even though I've been using it for several years, it still had a faint pinkish hue.
At a glance, my wife's pubic hair wasn't very thick, only a few strands were distributed lightly at the front, making it appear somewhat sparse.
This meant that her most private part wasn't hidden away, but rather was fully exposed, proudly and openly displayed.
It wasn't very fertile there; several distinct folds formed a long and mysterious canyon. The folds
were slender and not long, sandwiching the canyon entrance in the middle. Now, aroused, it resembled a small mouth, slightly opening and
closing, making one want to explore the valley. In the middle of the valley entrance, a drop of nectar was
slowly peeking out, looking left and right. I touched it with my finger, as if finding a path to flow out, and it flowed, rushing all the way to
the bottom of the valley, hanging there crystal clear—my wife was clearly getting impatient.
How could I control myself in this situation? I eagerly pulled out my thing, too lazy to even remove
the condom, grasped my penis, and rubbed the glans against the nectar clearly hanging at the bottom of her valley. I felt the glans instantly become slippery,
then rubbed it against her vulva, and with a gentle thrust of my hips, it went all the way in. We both let out
a muffled groan of restrained pleasure.
Perhaps because of the website we'd browsed earlier, we were particularly wild that afternoon. My wife lay
on the computer desk, moaning and yielding, thrusting back with all her might to meet my frenzied, unrestrained thrusting from behind. Our bodies
made "slap slap" sounds as we collided. Soon, her snow-white buttocks were flushed red. Later,
due to excitement, her neck and back turned pink. Because she was supporting herself so tightly on the computer desk,
I pushed it forward a distance, as if it would fall apart with my thrusts.
When I finally pushed my penis as far into my wife's vagina as possible and ejaculated powerfully,
I almost felt like I was about to lose my balance. My wife was completely limp on the computer desk, her legs spread wide
. Below her smooth, flushed buttocks, the thick, white fluid that gushed out as my penis withdrew flowed down, most of it landing
on the floor, with some hanging between her legs, forming long, trailing strands of vaginal fluid.
When my daughter came home before dinner, she exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, you look so beautiful today!" She was still a little lazy.
Sitting on the sofa, lounging like Ge You, I said with a touch of smugness, "That's right, today the heavens sent down sweet rain, nourishing the earth."
This earned me a playful, charming eye roll from my wife.
That night, after our daughter fell asleep, we lay in bed as usual, each browsing the internet. Taking advantage of our sweet intimacy
, I inexplicably brought up the idea of posting the photos online. This time, my wife's refusal wasn't
as firm; she responded with a noncommittal attitude. Finally, unable to resist my persistent pleading, she said somewhat helplessly,
"You're a really strange man. Who would think of posting their wife's sexy photos online for others to see? You
can post them, but you can't show her face! And, you can't post photos that aren't pretty!" "Yes, ma'am!" This answer gave
me a thrilling little thrill. I immediately tossed my phone aside, got out of bed, and grabbed my laptop
, which happened to contain our family's photo folder.
Seeing my excitement and eagerness, my wife, somewhat amused and exasperated, ignored me and put on her headphones to
watch the currently popular drama, *The Legend of Mi Yue*.
I quickly logged onto the website from my laptop and started searching for my wife's photos, excited that this was the first
time I'd released any content, and I was determined to make it a hit. However, in recent years, there weren't many sexy photos of my wife, and
most of the sexy ones already showed her face, including the ones from our last trip to the park. Although they were stimulating,
they were taken on a whim and lacked professionalism and aesthetic appeal, which gave me a headache for a while. Finally, after much deliberation
, I chose a set of photos from different periods after our marriage, and I even had a title in mind: "From Innocent Girl
to Alluring Mature Mom: A Stunning Transformation."There were five photos in total, mostly casual snapshots, nothing too revealing, but
they all shared one thing in common: she was wearing tight-fitting clothes, or at least a tight-fitting undershirt peeking out from under her jacket. In almost every photo,
her breasts were immediately noticeable: full and firm. For the first time, I realized that I hadn't paid much attention to them before, but
today, with these photos all together, my wife's near-perfect breasts seemed even more alluring, inexplicably igniting a lust within me. I imagined
either roughly tearing those tight clothes apart or pushing my wife onto the bed and brutally
ravaging her. I suppressed my rekindled desire, focusing instead on
the reactions on the website.
I didn't wait online; I only briefly browsed a few more photos, finding her figure far
inferior to my wife's, and lost interest. I exited the website and started watching a movie.
My wife gave me a surprised look: "Oh, you've put away your lustful thoughts, huh?" I smiled slyly: "I'll
see how others drool over them later." She looked at me blankly, too lazy to pay attention, and turned back to watch her
TV series.
The movie was an old one, "101st Proposal" starring Huang Bo and Lin Chi-ling. Huang Bo's acting was good, but
Lin Chi-ling's affected manner just looked awkward. Actually, I'd seen this movie before, and watching it again was just to kill time,
after all, I needed to give the website's users some time. As soon as the movie ended, I opened the website again, refreshed it, and
wow, in just an hour and a half, it had not only been featured by the administrator, but also had over 3,000 views
and four pages of replies. I casually glanced at some of them: —Wow, all I see on the screen are breasts.
—Natural organic milk, naturally delicious, you deserve it.
—Is this natural? Wow, so big, and so round and firm! I'm so jealous of you, OP! Do you need to
touch your breasts every night to fall asleep?
-- Disgusting to the person upstairs, no ambition. You probably need a pacifier to fall asleep every night.
-- Deeply provoking us single dogs. OP, can I borrow your breasts for a squeeze... a suck... a use?
-- Dream on! Squeeze? They're so big, can you even hold them?
I didn't expect some of you guys to have such a talent for comedy; I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" my wife asked curiously.
"They replied with your beautiful pictures," I said, chuckling. "Everyone's a comedian." "You
posted my photos online?" my wife asked, startled and somewhat annoyed. "What kind of husband are you? You're a real pervert
!" "No, look for yourself, they're all casual photos, my face's been edited out, but their replies are hilarious.
" My wife, intrigued by my words, leaned over to look with me.
—Looking at it, D is a conservative estimate. There's a saying, "Devil Big S," could it be referring to this wealthy lady?
—What Devil Big S? She's Devil Big S-Plus, okay?
—Wrong! Super Big S!
—If you showed her cleavage, my dick would be completely submerged in it, unfathomably deep.
—Pah! You want to be submerged? You'd probably be done for after just a couple of squeezes.
—That's not necessarily true. It's too big; if they're squeezed together, the cleavage might be too tight, leaving little space.
—I agree with the comment above. Unfathomably deep breasts are usually V-shaped, hollow in the middle. Top-quality breasts are round; when squeezed
together, there's a gap, but not very deep. I guess the poster's wife falls into that category.
—The comment above is correct.
—Too conservative, not satisfying. I want to see her breasts exposed.
—Same here.
—Not breasts exposed, but cleavage is fine too.
—Same here.
My
wife and I huddled together, looking at the replies. Sometimes she couldn't help but giggle,
and other times her face flushed red from the blatant teasing, muttering "a bunch of hooligans" under her breath, yet she couldn't resist continuing to read.
One comment in particular piqued my curiosity: "Madam, with those big breasts, it must be a little difficult to wear
shoes, haha.
" "Can't you see your feet?" I asked, somewhat curious.
"I have to bend over a bit, and even then I can only see your toes. If I just look down, I can't see anything," my wife
replied shyly.
"Wow, this guy's a pro." I chuckled, then clicked on the post and replied
: "Pro's right, I just asked my wife, and it's true, even when you bend over, you can only see your toes; if you don't bend over and just look down,
you can't see anything." "Are you kidding me?" My wife blushed and pinched my waist hard. "Why did you post my
words? People will think I..." "Think what?" I winked playfully, "Think..."
"You're promiscuous? Did you think you were a slut?" "That's awful." My wife turned away, ignoring me.
My reply sparked another frenzy on the website.
—"My wife answers personally, 666!"—"Strongly demanding my wife personally share her experience! Supporters, please upvote!"
—"No pictures, no proof; be careful with bad reviews, dear!"
—"I really want to experience that feeling of standing at the peak."
—"The most beautiful scenery is at the summit.
"… (To be continued)

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