Jinling the Adulterous Wife 17 (Complete)

Preface:
I believe every normal man feels jealous when his woman is cheating on him! But I also
believe every man fantasizes about sleeping with another man's wife; this fantasy is, in fact,
a reflection of his own wife being slept with by someone else. Everyone has selfish desires, and the idea of a wife being slept with by another man, based on basic logic, leads to the following conclusions:
one, this man is sexually impotent; two, this man is impotent; three, he is extremely impotent! Therefore, every man doesn't want
his wife to cheat, but every man hopes that another man's wife will cheat!
When I was writing this, I didn't even know how to begin, but I knew one
thing —I am a man! If in real life, my wife was like a public bus
, available to anyone who wanted to get on, for a very low fee, what would that be like?
Actually, I know my own thoughts, and I believe most men think the same way—hoping
their women will be more wanton and sexy in bed. Humans have always used their social nature to suppress their animalistic instincts;
many people engage in wife-swapping to enhance sexual stimulation, and many fantasize to amplify sexual stimulation—all manifestations of sexual repression.
Why is it always one's own wife that's the object of affection? In moral concepts, a wife is one's most private possession,
especially one's sexual organs. Revealing what is inherently most private and intimate is a challenge to oneself and to morality. Humans
survive through constant challenges—this is also a source of stimulation. Many people cannot truly challenge
society , morality, or themselves, so they indulge in fantasy. This is true of martial arts novels, science fiction,
and even pornography.
I know I can't challenge these things, so I fantasize! If I had another choice, what would I choose:
marrying a prostitute or marrying a prostitute as my wife? I always ask myself this. If the female protagonist in a pornographic film were my wife,
how would Excited? Angry? Painful? I can't say right now, but the intense cuckoldry fantasy is
overwhelming. I like cuckoldry! I like others cuckolding my wife!
This article is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Rewriting is prohibited!
Chapter One: Cold War, Marital Conflict
Zhou Song idly typed on his keyboard, the pressure of unemployment weighing heavily on him. He kept trying
to find a job online, but his browsing always led him to pornographic websites. He couldn't resist
reading erotic articles on these sites. He particularly enjoyed stories about wife-swapping, or rather, cuckolding
. He had tried to persuade his wife to read one
erotic before bed, believing it was essential for maintaining their sexual arousal.
Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling, was also unemployed. A thirty-year-old woman, she had been a beauty before marriage, but after marriage,
things had changed—that was Zhou Song's opinion. At least sexually, she had lost her appeal.
Before marriage, she had been quite cooperative, but after marriage, Zhou Song sensed that his wife seemed to be experiencing sexual frigidity.
"Sex Tiger Forum" became Zhou Song's destination. He opened the erotic literature section, hoping to find more
exciting cuckolding stories. He enjoyed fantasizing, imagining his wife as the heroine in the pornographic articles he read
. Perhaps due to sexual repression, he even planned to make his wife a prostitute,
satisfying his cuckoldry desires and his physical needs.
Zhou Song flipped through the pages repeatedly, but he had read almost all the pornographic literature; there were no new
articles . So, among those he had read hundreds of times, he reopened "My Wife's Mid-Autumn Festival Rape Diary" and
typed in the comment section:
"I also enjoy watching my wife being fucked by others, especially by a group of migrant workers. I particularly hope my
wife is popular with men. Perhaps in reality, she's not open-minded, so I've been trying to make her more promiscuous,
but with little success.
My wife is thirty years old, 163 cm tall, weighs 48 kg, and her measurements are unknown. She
doesn't have large breasts but a large butt, the kind that can bear children.
It feels much more exciting to have my wife being fucked by others than to fuck her myself. I even hope my wife becomes
a prostitute, even for free, as long as men fill her vagina with semen in front of me; that
would be immense happiness for me." To this end, I tried every method to brainwash and train my wife, including
pornographic videos and novels themed around group sex, hybrid sex, or swapping, but with little success.
My wife would willingly suck my penis, but refused to swallow my semen; her pubic hair was inverted trapezoidal, long and
black, her labia were grayish-black, and turned outwards when aroused, producing a lot of vaginal lubrication when stimulated properly.
I am willing to make friends with all cuckold enthusiasts, and I also welcome lecherous men to have online sex with my wife.
1. If you can transform my wife into a cuckold, enabling her to unleash her sexual potential and enjoy the pleasure,
my wife will provide you with sexual services for one month;
2. If you can transform my wife into a prostitute and make her mentally dependent on sexual intercourse, you can control her to have sex with anyone or engage in prostitution for
one year , and all proceeds will belong to the developer.
He left his contact email address.
This was the first time he had boldly spoken out his fantasies, and the first time he had posted such
information as selling his wife. He was already aroused by his own words as he typed, his lower body rapidly swelling. He was
impulsive , with an urge to lick a woman's genitals.
Time passed quickly. There was a noise outside the door. Zhou Song quickly logged off the internet and turned
on the computer. Then, Jin Ling came in.
"Didn't you go out?" Jin Ling asked him.
Zhou Song turned around. His wife was already beside him. He reached out and rubbed Jin Ling's crotch, leering
, "Where could I have gone?"
"What are you thinking about all day long!" Jin Ling laughed and scolded.
"What's so dirty about it? Would you enjoy it if it weren't dirty?" Zhou Song leered as he pulled Jin Ling close. "I
just read some porn, and now I'm really hard, incredibly excited. Take off your pants, I want to eat your cunt
!"
"You're such a pervert! It's broad daylight, and you're already thinking about this," Jin Ling reached out and touched Zhou Song's
crotch . "It's so hard! But I have to make dinner, don't even think about it!"
"We'll make it later, I want to eat your juices right now. It's been a long time since we've done it," Zhou Song
said reaching to take off her pants.
Jin Ling pulled her hand away and walked straight to the kitchen.
Zhou Song watched Jin Ling's plump buttocks sway as she walked out, his mind filled with the image of his wife's dark gray
vulva, glistening with lustful fluids...
Night fell.
Jin Ling leaned against the bed, flipping through the erotic novel "Nana the Adulterer" that Zhou Song had prepared for her. It was a
novel about orgy, and the protagonist, Nana, was a seemingly innocent adulterer. Her husband, like Zhou Song,
enjoyed his wife being gang-raped, but unlike Zhou Song, Jin Ling was conservative, while Nana
would .
The television was showing Zhou Song's treasured VCD, depicting an Asian woman being gang-raped by five Black men. This
woman's genitals were similar to Zhou Song's wife Jin Ling's, with thick pubic hair and a dark gray mons pubis.
A huge black penis was inserted into the woman's vagina, and it was clear she was enjoying immense
pleasure. She also had a similarly huge black penis in her mouth, and with each powerful
thrust , she emitted muffled moans, which aroused Jin Ling.
"Don't you think the bigger the penis, the more comfortable it is?" Zhou Song asked.
"Mmm," Jin Ling replied vaguely.
"If you were this person on TV, wouldn't it be amazing?" Zhou Song leaned against his wife, reaching out to touch Jin Ling's
leg .
"I don't know."
"It must be amazing, you're so wet!" Zhou Song indeed felt her wet vulva, then
waved his wet hand in front of his wife's eyes: "Look, what's this?"
"Whatever you say!" Jin Ling also reached into her husband's pajama bottoms and grasped his erect penis,
gently stroking it.
Zhou Song again slipped his hand inside Jin Ling's nightgown, rubbing her vulva, "Is it itchy? Do you want to be fucked?"
Zhou Song asked.
"Mmm!" Jin Ling closed her eyes, enjoying Zhou Song's flirting.
"When can you be like the heroine in the movie?" Zhou Song's hand was still
inside Jin Ling's nightgown, his eyes fixed on the screen, sighing with envy.
Hearing this, Jin Ling opened her eyes and stared at Zhou Song.
Zhou Song couldn't take this constant attention anymore: "I mean, with her passion,
don't you think our life has become increasingly boring these past few years of marriage?"
Jin Ling's expression softened slightly: "You're a pervert!"
"I haven't even told you to become a prostitute!" Zhou Song said boldly.
Jin Ling didn't speak; she turned to watch porn. There was no plot, just endless piston-like movements or
constant changes of partners, and she couldn't find it interesting.
Zhou Song thought Jin Ling had relaxed, so he used all his skills to stimulate her desire, and it seemed to have some effect.
Jin Ling closed her eyes again and began to moan.
To achieve a better effect, Zhou Song didn't mount her; instead, he lifted Jin Ling's nightgown, spread her
legs, and put his head between her legs. Jin Ling's reaction became stronger and stronger, her moans louder and louder,
and more vaginal fluid flowed from her vulva.
Zhou Song continuously stimulated her clitoris with his tongue while rubbing her breasts. Jin Ling glanced up at
the head buried between her legs, savoring the waves of pleasure from the warm, wet tongue on her vulva, as if it were melting her
…
She felt as if a thousand insects were biting her inside her vagina, the tingling sensation making her feel empty and almost
faint . She desperately wanted to shove that head between her legs into her vagina, and she was trying to
press Zhou Song's head towards her vulva; however, she knew that his head couldn't fit into her narrow vagina
. She knew what she needed, so she pulled hard on Zhou Song's ears, trying to pull him away.
The moans grew deeper… Zhou Song felt that it was almost time. He looked up at his wife and said,
"Do you want to be fucked?"
"Yes!" Jin Ling didn't mince words this time.
Zhou Song straightened up, but before he could get into position, Jin Ling's hand was already there, grabbing Zhou Song
's penis and trying to push it into her vagina, but there was still some distance between them.
Zhou Song's emotions were thus brought to their peak. Still wanting to tease his wife, he held his penis and
began rubbing it against Jin Ling's vulva. Jin Ling was still enduring, but her vulva kept opening and closing, which gave Zhou Song a great sense
of accomplishment ; the constant lifting of her buttocks and the way she kept pressing Zhou Song's buttocks down gave Zhou Song
a different kind of pleasure.
"You want to be fucked, don't you?" Zhou Song took the opportunity to whisper in Jin Ling's ear.
"Yes, I want to be fucked by you, do you want to be fucked?" Jin Ling asked back.
"Yes, if you are more wanton and slutty, I will want it even more." Zhou Song gently rubbed Jin Ling's breasts
while slowly thrusting his penis into her "center." "Ah...ah..." Jin Ling let out a
comfortable .
"Your cunt feels so good to fuck, warm and so wet. I wonder what
it's ."
"Whatever you say, it's all the same!" Jinling lifted her buttocks again, trying to push the already deep
penis even deeper, and let out a long "Oh...".
"Is it good?"
"Mmm, very good." "
Do you want to feel this good every day?" Zhou Song whispered in her ear.
"Yes." Jinling answered shyly, while lifting her buttocks hard again. Zhou Song felt his
penis had penetrated deep into Jinling's G-spot.
Zhou Song began to move, with wave after wave of thrusts, accompanied by the gurgling sound of her juices flowing. Zhou Song
knew that Jinling had lost herself, so...
"Tell me, you want to be a prostitute."
"I want to be a prostitute!" Jinling said subconsciously as she moved with Zhou Song.
"Is your cunt a prostitute's cunt?"
"Yes, my cunt is a prostitute's cunt, anyone can fuck it!"
"How many men do you want to be fucked by a day?"
Jin Ling didn't answer immediately, but instead gripped Zhou Song's buttocks tightly, pressing down hard while simultaneously
thrusting her own buttocks upwards, before weakly replying, "Six."
Zhou Song was also unusually excited. He knew Jin Ling's answer was "calculated," not just something she
said to agree with him—two in the morning, two at noon, and two in the evening. He also knew Jin Ling was both easily satisfied and difficult
to satisfy. To bring her to her first orgasm, all he needed to do was use his mouth, but so far, in nine years, he had only given
Jin Ling a second orgasm once, let alone a third.
Zhou Song hoped this would be the second time, so he thrust vigorously, repeatedly saying,
"Say you're a slut, a prostitute, you like being fucked..."
"I am a slut, a prostitute, I like being fucked, my cunt was born to be fucked by men, ah..."
"Ah..." Jin Ling straightened her upper body, her head thrusting back forcefully. She reached her climax, gripping Zhou Song's
buttocks tightly, as if trying to connect him to her forever.
After calming down for a moment, Zhou Song withdrew his still-erect penis and buried his head back into Jin Ling's
crotch, which was slick with vaginal fluid. He hoped to give her another orgasm.
Zhou Song carefully examined Jin Ling's genitals. Thick pubic hair was stuck to her mons pubis with vaginal fluid, her grayish-
black labia were turned outwards, and her bright red vagina was still open, but vaginal fluid could still be seen
flowing out of her opening. The pungent, fishy smell of vaginal fluid filled the air.
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked on her vulva, as if kissing, inserting his tongue into her vagina and
sucking continuously…
The afterglow of her orgasm had just subsided, and Jinling, panting, looked at Zhou Song's head, a surge of passion rising within her—that
hole had just been penetrated by him, yet it was still so carefully "cared for." She couldn't help but recall their conversation,
which had been so stimulating yet unbelievable to her.
The television program continued, five black men still using their enormous penises (almost as thick as
the yellow woman's forearm and two-thirds the length of her forearm) to take turns fucking the Asian woman, but her vaginal fluids weren't
as abundant as Jinling's.
Watching the video, Jinling felt a tingling sensation rise within her again, which once more reminded her of the conversation: "I
'm a slut, a whore, I like being fucked…"
Jinling thought, if she were that woman in the video… This thought made her
groan , her hands involuntarily pressing down on Zhou Song's head…
The second wave of activity unfolded amidst discussions about Jinling's flesh.
"How much do you think your cunt is worth?" Zhou Song whispered in Jin Ling's ear.
"I don't know." Jin Ling looked at the TV screen, thinking that the penis inside her vagina belonged
to a stranger... a client... maybe one of those black men on TV.
"How much would it cost to fuck you once?" Zhou Song asked, his breathing heavy.
"I don't know."
"You're a rotten cunt. Others would ask for a hundred yuan, but you'd only cost fifty!"
"Fifty it is, give me the money!" Jin Ling laughed, thrusting her buttocks upwards.
"Actually, I really want to see how lewd you are. A cunt like yours is perfect for being a prostitute,
so wide and loose, you could be fucked by a dozen men a day without a problem."
"Nonsense!"
"I read it in a book, but the thought of you being fucked by others gets me incredibly excited!"
Zhou Song said sincerely.
"You're a pervert..." Jin Ling laughed and patted Zhou Song's buttocks.
"How about I find someone to fuck you?"
"Sure!"
"How about the construction workers at the site next door? They're all strong, and their dicks are definitely
bigger than mine. You'll be fucked until you're ecstatic."
"No way! Who wants to be fucked by those dirty and ugly people?"
"I like it when they fuck you. That way, I won't be afraid you'll run off with them." With that, Zhou Song began to thrust
deeply.
"Hoo... Oh oh oh..."
As the activity was about to end, the couple abandoned all moral principles. The husband talked about finding
men to fuck his wife, and the wife talked about having men come to patronize her. Everything quieted down after the climax.
Zhou Song got out of bed, turned off the DVD, and lay down. Jin Ling picked up two handkerchiefs, one covering her lower body,
and the other cleaning Zhou Song's penis. The whole room was filled with a lewd smell.
Zhou Song spoke first: "Was it good today?"
"Mmm."
Jin Ling's shy appearance made Zhou Song's penis tremble, but Zhou Song was already exhausted. "Do you think
it's more exciting to have sex quietly, or like we did just now?" Zhou Song wanted to probe.
"I didn't find it exciting at all!" Morality returned to its place, and reserve prevailed again.
"Don't say it wasn't, you were so wet, and you still wanted to..." Zhou Song stopped in time, but it was too late.
Jin Ling couldn't hold back anymore and said angrily, "Don't talk to me about this nonsense again. I think you've been corrupted by
those pornographic novels."
"It's not like I'm really asking you to become a prostitute. I just want to improve the quality of our sex life. What's
wrong ?" Zhou Song also got angry. They were an old married couple. What's
wrong with talking about these things during sex to stimulate each other's emotions? At least it can stimulate your own emotions!
"Anyway, you can think about it if you want, but don't mention it to me!" Jin Ling said resentfully, then turned her head and went
to sleep.

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