Junior brother playing with his wife

That Mid-Autumn Festival, my junior colleague said he was coming to visit us.

He had just graduated and hadn't been working long, doing quite well at an engineering supervision company. The construction company seemed to have provided him with a car for work, which he drove around in.

This time, he was passing through our city during the holiday and invited us to join him on a road trip, which my wife and I warmly welcomed.

Naturally, I started fantasizing about what might happen between my colleague and my wife after he arrived. That night, I teased her, saying, "Your husband is coming in a few days, aren't you excited?" My wife responded enthusiastically, "I want my Song Jun husband to do me!" After we had a passionate encounter, I seriously told my wife about how my colleague had tried to seduce him. My wife blushed and said, "Oh my god, you're serious? It definitely won't work." Even so, I had been calling my junior colleague "husband" for almost half a year, and subconsciously, I might have accepted the special relationship between us. I could tell my wife was actually expecting something, but just too afraid to take the next step.

So I gently coaxed my wife, telling her she didn't need to seduce me directly, just dress up nicely and show off her charm. I wouldn't force anything to happen.

"I don't have any nice clothes or shoes, so come shopping with me!" My wife never dressed up normally, her clothes were basically the same as in school, completely unrelated to fashion. Now that she was going shopping to seduce her junior, I was naturally happy to go.

So the next day we went on a shopping spree, buying two sets of the short skirts, sheer black stockings, and stilettos that my wife used to always refuse to wear.

Back home, I had my wife wear the new short skirts and stilettos, stand in front of the bay window with her hands on the windowsill, and bend over. I thrust into her from behind, asking, "Who are you dressing so provocatively for?" My wife twisted her body seductively and said, "For Song Jun. Song Jun is my husband, so I'll do it for him..." Another exhilarating experience.

Afterwards, I started rehearsing the scene, thinking I needed to groom my wife a bit more. So I trimmed her nails and painted her toenails bright red, making her delicate white feet look even more stunning.

I had my wife get dressed, and she stood in front of me in high heels. Her curvaceous figure and slender legs made me feel a little inferior, and I couldn't help but squat down and kiss her legs and feet. My

wife was both ticklish and embarrassed by my kisses, giggling and saying, "Honey, what are you doing? It tickles." "I'm not your husband, your husband is Song Jun. You're too much, you'll definitely seduce him," I said breathlessly, looking up and noticing that my wife's dark pubic hair was a bit irritating.

I personally prefer a shaved pubic area, thinking that a woman's pubic area is more attractive when it's smooth and white. I had tried to persuade my wife to shave her pubic hair a few times before, but she said that the hair would grow back after a few days and would be uncomfortable, so she was reluctant to shave it.

At this moment, I stroked my wife's pubic hair and said, "Hurry up and shave it all off. Song Jun likes hairless women too." "How did you know?"

My wife rolled her eyes at me.

"We looked at and discussed it together in the lab,"

I said with a forced smile.

"So perverted..."

my wife teased, her face slightly red, probably thinking about how she had lost her cover and was completely exposed to Song Jun.

Seeing that my wife was also a little tempted, I pressed my advantage and dragged her to the bathroom to shave her pubic hair clean.

After that, I put my wife naked on the bed and applied body oil to her legs and body until she was dazzling under the light. Only then did I stop, satisfied.

"It's perfect. I don't believe Song Jun can resist." I nodded and said.

"You're really something. You always make excuses when I ask you to apply oil or trim my nails. Today, you're going to such lengths for someone else's wife..."

my wife teased me again.

"You're my face, so I need to show you my best side. Come on, look at yourself." I had my wife turn to the side so she could see her beautiful body in the mirror. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and proud. Her wide buttocks were raised high, highlighting her slender waist.

My wife put her hands on her waist and stroked them for a while. Then she rolled over and lay face down on the bed, looking at herself in the mirror. She slowly raised her buttocks, her eyes becoming a little hazy.

I touched my wife's raised buttocks and said with a smile, "Little slut, do you want Song Jun to fuck you?" "Yes, Song Jun, good husband, come and fuck me!"

My wife was aroused, and I didn't hesitate. I rolled over and thrust into my wife's already wet vagina from behind, thrusting hard.

My wife moaned and cried, "Song Jun, fuck me, fuck me..." In our excitement, we soon reached our climax together.

(III)

In the blink of an eye, it was the day before the holiday. We hadn't finished work yet, but my junior colleague had already finished work early and was heading from City C, where he worked, to City B, where we lived. To make my wife look her best today, I had her go

home early to touch up her makeup and change into the short skirt and high heels I'd bought her the other day—outfits she was still too embarrassed to wear to work. By the time she was ready, I was home too, and seeing that it was almost time, I took her to the restaurant we'd arranged to meet. Soon after, my junior colleague arrived. He was clearly surprised to see my wife looking so mature, but quickly masked his surprise. I was secretly pleased, thinking that I'd only ever seen her looking like a student before; my personal image-building efforts these past few days had really worked!

After a few pleasantries, we started eating, and everyone quickly returned to the familiar atmosphere of our school days, chatting and laughing about our current situations, having a great time. My junior colleague was quite well-behaved during the meal, except for a moment when he stared at my wife's long legs, swaying back as she got up

to pay the bill. After dinner, we took my junior colleague to the hotel owned by my company and booked a double room—we got an insider discount. We continued chatting in the room, then played some cards; the atmosphere was very relaxed.

Seeing that it was past 7:30, I decided to put my plan into action. It was simple: I'd make an excuse to leave and leave my wife there. I'd discussed this plan with her beforehand, intending to create an opportunity for them to be alone, but she hesitated because we couldn't let my junior colleague know I was deliberately putting them together. Therefore, my departure couldn't be too obvious.

Now that it was almost time, I excused myself to the restroom, rang my phone, and pretended to answer: "Mr. Yu, hello… Ah? A report? Due tomorrow? Still a little short…" I made up a bunch of things, then told my junior colleague and wife, "What bad luck! The boss said a report is due early, tomorrow morning. I have to go work overtime now; it'll probably take three or four hours to finish." "Huh?" My wife clearly didn't understand. She stood up to leave with me.

"I'm going to the company; it's right next door. Wait for me here. I'll try to be quick, about three hours. I'll call you when it's almost done." I winked at my wife, letting her understand my meaning. Seeing my wife's tense and exasperated expression, I turned to my junior colleague and said, "Ugh, you guys chat for a bit, I'll come pick up Xiaoye when I'm done." Then I hurriedly left.

Reaching the corner of the corridor, I calmed myself down a little, feeling uneasy about how things would develop. Thinking that wandering around the corridor would only attract attention, I decided to go to the company.

The office was empty except for me. I turned on my computer and watched a video of a traditional Chinese courtyard house, constantly thinking about their progress, and time seemed to drag on. I kept checking the webpage and getting up to walk around, and after about half an hour, I couldn't help but call my wife. I heard her slightly nervous voice and the sound of the television on the other end. I asked impatiently, "How's it going? Any action?" "No," my wife said irritably, "We can't play cards without you here." It seemed this hour had been wasted.

"What are you playing? Quickly think of a way to seduce him!" I said anxiously. "Just put your chest and legs in front of him more often, trust your charm."

My wife gave a soft "Mmm" and said, "Then hurry up and finish. I'll hang up now." Then I heard her say to my junior colleague on the phone, "He said it'll take a long time, it's so slow." Then came the busy signal.

Would my wife succeed in seducing me? I got up and paced back and forth, restless. After about an hour, I couldn't resist calling again. My wife's voice sounded a little languid on the phone: "Hello, are you done yet?"

"How is it? Did you finish?" I asked anxiously.

"You still need two more hours? Okay, then call me when you're done." My wife didn't answer my question, she was quite serious about it. Since my wife was willing to wait an hour on the phone, there must be a chance. Thinking of this, I couldn't sit still anymore, so I rushed to the hotel. When I got to the room door, I pressed my head against the door and listened, but I could only hear a faint sound of the TV, nothing else. I tried listening for a while, but still couldn't hear anything. I felt that staying there wasn't a solution, so I went back to the office.

After working in the office for almost two more hours, I called my wife again. Her voice sounded a little weak. "Are you alright? Come over then." I rushed to the hotel. My wife opened the door. She was wearing hotel slippers, and her clothes were a little wrinkled, but it was impossible to tell if she had been doing anything strenuous. There were no signs of any activity in the room either. My

junior colleague was wearing a t-shirt, and there were no signs of anything either, but he seemed a little embarrassed. I greeted my junior colleague and told him that it was getting late, and that we would all go for a walk around the city tomorrow morning and then drive to nearby W city in the afternoon.

After explaining everything, my wife and I got up and went home.

(IV)

As soon as we left the hotel, I hurriedly asked my wife if anything had happened in the room during those three hours. My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, feigning anger, "Ah." I quickly tried to appease her: "Honey, tell me, what did you do in the room? Did you do anything?"

My wife nodded shyly and said, "At first, I just let him give me some, and then we did it." "Tell me quickly, how did you do it?" I was so excited that I got completely hard, and I asked her anxiously while driving.

"When you first left, he was perfectly normal, just watching TV and chatting. I got a little nervous because of you, and I couldn't even speak properly. Then you called to urge me, so I did what you said. I took off my shoes, lay on the bed, and said my legs were sore from wearing high heels. I wiggled my legs in front of him, and then said my back was sore, so I bounced my upper body up and down in front of him to show him my low-cut top."

"What was his reaction?" I asked excitedly, and my wife recounted the scene to me.

My junior colleague had been staring at my wife's legs for a while, then seemed to realize he'd been a bit inappropriate and asked her,

"Why are you wearing such high heels? I've never seen you wear them at school." "It wasn't good for students to wear such high heels. Do I look good in them?" "You look good," my junior colleague exclaimed sincerely. "You do look good, but my legs are sore," my wife sighed. "Then let your senior colleague massage them for you," she said.

"He's not here right now, how can he massage them? Why don't you massage them for me?" my wife said jokingly. "Sure," my junior colleague immediately chimed in. "Where should I massage first?"

The wife said she was worried about the smell if she massaged her feet, and that massaging her thighs would be too much, so she decided to start with her calves. The junior colleague was probably nervous too, but since his wife had spoken, he tentatively placed his hands on her calves and began to massage them. His wife directed him to massage upwards to below her knees, then downwards to her ankles. After a while, feeling uncomfortable sitting on the bed, she lay down, and the junior colleague sat beside her legs and continued massaging. After massaging both calves for a while, the junior colleague asked his wife, "Do you want me to massage your feet?" "Don't you think they smell?" his wife asked playfully.

"Do they smell?" The junior colleague pretended to smell his wife's feet, then grinned and said, "No, they smell good, they even smell nice. Let me massage them." He then began to massage his wife's feet. His wife felt really comfortable after a while and couldn't help but stretch her feet into his lap, which he readily accepted, massaging her feet and stroking her legs.

To be honest, the junior apprentice wasn't exactly a flirting expert. He just kneaded her feet for a while without making any further moves, but by then, his wife was already aroused. After all, she'd been calling his name for almost half a year, and as he massaged her feet, she felt wet down there.

Just then, my phone rang again. His wife gritted her teeth and decided to seduce him one last time. So, during the short call, she was quite happy, wanting to prolong this sensual moment. After hanging up, she said to him, "Give me a massage on my thighs too, they're sore." At this point, even a fool would know she was trying to seduce him, right? A woman pursuing a man is easy, and even though she was his senior's wife, the junior apprentice couldn't resist. He immediately reached up and caressed his wife's thighs, from above the knees all the way to the hem of her short skirt. Seeing that she didn't react, he simply reached up inside the skirt, touching her thigh to the groin. The wife finally came out comfortably, murmuring, "Jun, that felt so good, right there, mmm..." The junior apprentice was probably struggling with his thoughts. After all, they were acquaintances; how could he face his senior if he cheated on him?

But with such beauty before him, he couldn't resist. So, while touching his wife's thigh, he tentatively asked, "Will A-Ming be back?"

"No, he said he'd be gone for two hours. Just keep massaging me," the wife said, turning over and lying face down on the bed. "Give me a massage on my upper body too. Oh, help me take off my clothes first, or they'll all be wrinkled." She got up, letting the junior apprentice dress her. The junior apprentice took off his wife's top, now fully understanding her meaning. He stopped pretending, undressed her, laid her flat on the bed, and took off her skirt.

"Xiao Ye, you have a great figure," the junior apprentice said, touching his wife's bare back, stroking from her shoulders down.

My wife was naked in front of my junior colleague, her face flushed with embarrassment, unable to look at him. She could only echo his words, but couldn't hide the fact that she was already wet. My junior colleague's hand touched my wife's wetness. He couldn't help but bring his face close to hers to smell it, then licked it a few times. After just a few moments, my wife couldn't take it anymore, whimpering, "Come on, come on." My junior colleague couldn't

resist the stimulation either, hurriedly pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis, ready to penetrate her.

"Condom," my wife said softly, gesturing towards her bag on the bedside table.

"You even brought a condom?" My junior colleague couldn't believe it. "The one you and your senior colleague use? Or did you come here specifically to seduce me?" "Ugh

, I came here to seduce you, how about it?"

My junior colleague quickly took out a condom from his bag, put it on, knelt behind my wife, lifted her vagina up, and thrust in.

"How is it? Is it good? Is it big?" I felt so excited listening to my wife's description that I asked breathlessly.

"I'll tell you when we get home, drive carefully now!" his wife said with a smile.

[The End]

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