Agreement to share a wife

Life is like a movie of mixed joy and sorrow. After the surprises, troubles and disappointments often follow.

Newlyweds, enjoying a wonderful honeymoon.

But then comes the arrival of a promised date. An unpleasant
date .

"Li Yi."

"Li Yi!"

"Li Yi!!"

"Hmm?" I looked up at my wife, Ling, Chen Ling, sitting opposite me.

"What are you thinking about? I've called you several times!" My wife pointed with her chopsticks to the pork rib soup in the deep white glazed plate on the table
. "Drink some soup, I've told you so many times. Try my new seaweed and pork rib soup

, see how it is." Chen Ling and I were in a small southern town. There weren't many people here, and the
greenery abundant. Of course, I didn't think this was a good place for a honeymoon. Although the scenery was beautiful, there
was a lack of places to play, making it too monotonous for a trip. But this was where my wife wanted to be, so
I had to obey her wishes. Well, having grown up in a big city, it was understandable that she wanted to try the slow pace of small-town
life .

We rented a small apartment. As the main force in the 21st century, our work is primarily online.
She's an online writer, using her keyboard to depict fantastical love stories. I'm a software planning engineer,
responsible for proposing optimization plans for the company's software based on user requirements—a very ordinary job.

Right now, we're sitting around a small, cream-colored wooden round table in the apartment. She's at one end, I'm at the other.

"Hmm, I was engrossed in thinking about the plan. Okay, let me try it." I picked up my bowl and scooped
some soup and bones into the plate.

Chen Ling is a seasoned cook; her "new learning" probably just involved changing the way the ingredients were combined.

The rib soup was fragrant, the seasonings were just right, and the heat was perfectly controlled.

"It tastes really good!" I didn't hold back my praise, giving her a thumbs up.

Ling smiled. Her smile was beautiful. Some people's smiles are sunny, some are pleasing to the eye, and some
make people feel comfortable. Ling's smile encompassed all of these, but it was more than that. I love her very much, and her smile is
a big part of that.

"Drink more if it's good, it's very nutritious!"

Although the soup suited my taste, I wasn't in the mood to savor it at the moment.

"Next month, I've made plans to get together with some friends, and I'll take you. Want to come?" I asked softly.
"You don't have to go!"

I decided that if Ling didn't want to go, even if it meant breaking the promise and facing unbearable consequences, I
would accept it.

"Sure, since we made a promise, let's go. Breaking a promise isn't good!"

She agreed, but my heart clenched.

It's okay, it might not be us. I comforted myself.

That night, I sat at my desk in the study, staring blankly at the empty computer screen.

Back then, I was just a twelve-year-old child, like every other child, afraid of boredom and afraid of being isolated.
Children back then always have wild fantasies and unrealistic expectations.

Under the willow tree at the village entrance, a group of eleven- or twelve-year-old boys gathered together.

"What if we can't get wives in the future?" asked
Zhang Fang, the "big brother" among us. He was very well-developed; although we were all the same age, he had already grown to 1.7 meters tall and was quite strong.

In that village, there were no girls among our generation. The previous generation had all grown up to be big,
chubby boys. All seven of us, including myself, were boys. At the village primary school, we were the only seven in our grade in one class,
taught by a single teacher, an old man with round glasses.

None of us could answer Zhang Fang's question; after all, we were too young to think about
wives.

"Some of us will eventually get one," one of the boys suggested.

"Then let's think of an idea to make sure we all have wives in the future!" Zhang Fang said, stroking his chin
. We all eagerly offered our ideas, but none of them were adopted by Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I have a plan! You all wait, meet here again tomorrow!"

He then ran home without looking back.

The next morning, Zhang Fang led us, who had gathered under the willow tree, to the school classroom.

Because it was summer vacation, the school was deserted, so we climbed over the wall.

Zhang Fang took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, shook it, and laid it flat on the desk.

We curiously gathered around to look at it. It read: "Twelve years later, Zhang Fang, Fang Mao… and seven others will each
bring their wives and gather together to choose the most beautiful one to be the 'public wife' of the remaining six.

The 'public wife' means she will be the wife of six men and randomly bear a child for one of them, for a period of one year.

Five of the women will each give the 'public wife's' husband 100,000 yuan, while the woman who impregnates the 'public wife'
will give her husband 500,000 yuan.

Anyone who breaks the agreement will have to pay 5 million yuan to the others." "

There was still a lot of blank space below this paragraph.

Zhang Fang clapped his hands and said, 'To give each of us
the chance , I came up with this method. What do you think?'

Fang Mao was the first to clap: 'Brother Fang is really amazing, he came up with such a great idea.'

Two others also clapped. I didn't clap, nor did two of my friends.

Zhang Fang continued, 'Anyone who disagrees will no longer play with us.'

This time, no one objected. Isolation was the most effective weapon against us back then.

Zhang Fang brought a small sewing needle and said, 'Let's sign our names and put our fingerprints on this. I'll go first!'
After saying that, he pricked his left thumb, waited for the blood to flow out, pressed a bloody fingerprint on the paper, and wrote 'Zhang Fang'
below .

The rest of them followed suit, signing their names and putting their fingerprints on the paper.

Then Zhang Fang carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

A ringtone pulled me back to reality; an icon was flashing at the bottom of the computer desktop.

It turned out to be an email.

I clicked the icon with the mouse." It was an email from Zhang Fang: "The time is set, the 8th of next month, location
xxxxxx." Actually, when I was thirteen, my family moved away from that small village to a strange
city, and we lost contact with them. I had even forgotten about that promise.

But last month, I don't know how Zhang Fang found my contact information and asked me to meet him.
I casually mentioned the agreement at the end of our meeting.

"That agreement was fulfilled as scheduled," he said.

That's what's bothering me!

I shut down my computer, quietly walked to the bedroom door, and slowly opened it. Unexpectedly, Ling wasn't
asleep ; she was lying on her side playing on her phone.

"Finished working?" Ling tossed her phone aside and asked.

"Yeah," I replied, turning on the light. "Playing on your phone with the light off isn't good for your eyes."

"I was just listening to music. Come on, give me a kiss." Ling opened her arms, waiting for my embrace.

I walked to her side, hugged her, and pressed my lips to hers.

Ling's lips and teeth exuded a captivating flavor. I gently traced her teeth with my tongue, our
tongues intertwining, sucking.

My right hand slipped from under her silky nightgown and climbed onto her breasts, gently kneading her exquisitely
shaped breasts, the perfect size for my hand to completely cover them.

My left hand encircled her slender waist, exploring downwards from behind. Then I touched her
buttocks, which I loved most. Although they weren't very big, they were particularly perky and elastic. I slowly and firmly pinched her buttocks,
my fingertips gradually moving down from the cleft of her buttocks, and gently inserting them into her anus.

Ling let out a low moan, and her body trembled.

Below, my left fingertip was at the entrance of Ling's anus; above, my mouth was covering her mouth. She
uttered some words, with a low moan, not very clear: "No!"... "Dirty"...

After a long while, our mouths parted, a thin, shiny silver thread stretched between them.

Ling's eyes were hazy and dreamy, her mouth slightly open: "Husband, I want..."

My heart burned even hotter, my brain could no longer think rationally, and my lower body was swollen terribly.

I impatiently took off my clothes and threw them on the ground, then used both hands
to peel off .

Just as I braced myself to enter, Ling took one from the bedside table and tore it open with her mouth.

"Husband, put this on." My wife didn't want to start giving birth at this time, so we always used
protection.

I was both amused and exasperated, and could only put on this destructive device.

Then, to Ling's soft

moans, I entered her body. The mahogany-bottomed Simmons bed began to creak, mingling with my wife's moans.

Her tightness made me lose control of my voice, a soft groan escaping my throat.

The sounds of flesh slapping echoed in the empty bedroom, full of spring's warmth.

In my eyes, she was petite, delicate, someone I could cherish, someone I should always treat with
tenderness.

We didn't use many positions; the most common was the normal face-to-face missionary position.

From my perspective, in this position, I could observe the expression on Ling's face, the one I couldn't resist: her slightly parted
mouth, the tiny trembling of her nostrils, her dark eyes, glistening with moisture, already glazed over, her brows
furrowing gently with each thrust, and an involuntary, kitten-like meow escaping her throat.

Of course, I also loved it when she lay flat on the bed, penetrating downwards from her firm, pert breasts, her soft
, white buttocks slapping against my hips, giving me immense satisfaction.

Twenty minutes later, I ejaculated inside Ling, a result of my best efforts to control myself; I wanted her to
experience maximum pleasure.

But mine was blocked by a membrane, unable to reach the warm bed they so desperately craved, only able to float in the
inorganic bag

before being tossed into the trash can beside the bed.

[The End]

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