【Passionate Undercurrents Series: Wife's Chaos】(24) Author: Yi Ming

Author: Yi Ming
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(24) When sisters

come to a crossroads in life where they can't stop, the best choice is to move forward quickly.

The crazy 24 hours, especially that thunderous afternoon, have finally passed
. In the blink of an eye, Xin Yan has been working in the purchasing department for more than half a month.

Although life has not undergone the huge changes I originally expected, some improvements are quite obvious. Xin Yan
occasionally brings home some supermarket and shopping mall shopping cards, and we can freely choose high-end
consumer goods that we rarely inquired about before. Her online shopping volume has also increased significantly compared to before. Every day when she goes home, there are always one or two
express delivery packages . The most amazing thing is that the money in her Alipay account seems to never run out, and she has never
discussed with me about transferring money into it again.

There is only one thing that surprised me quite a bit. She basically still maintains the same working hours as when she did her administrative work.
Occasionally but it is no later than nine o'clock. Once I couldn't help but ask her why she
doesn't have as many social engagements as Dawei and the others. She said she didn't like physically demanding social engagements, and she didn't want to spoil
the men's special pastimes. Then she added casually, "Unless I want her to go."

When I saw Meiying, she was standing between two shelves, seemingly selecting toiletries. I had just finished
delivering goods to this supermarket, holding the half-paid bill, worrying about how to explain myself when I looked up and saw
the woman I'd been thinking about these past few days. Meiying seemed to have a sixth sense, turning her head to look in my direction,
and immediately turned and walked quickly in the opposite direction. I followed for a few steps, then realized she was
avoiding me, and had no choice but to slow down.

Thinking about how she hadn't answered my calls or replied to my WeChat messages these past few days, the guilt I already felt towards her
surged up again. That day, I had actually cooperated with Boss Xiao and Xinyan in drugging and raping her, which must have left her with irreparable
trauma, not only physically, but more importantly, she must think I had offered her to Boss Xiao willingly.

Women are truly peculiar creatures. Even after several encounters, she still avoids
me. That day in the restroom, she didn't even try to hide from me when she urinated, letting me clean up the urine that splashed between her legs. But now she
pretends not to recognize me.

Meiying, who had just disappeared behind the shelves, suddenly reappeared. I was delighted, thinking she must have
changed her mind , and quickly walked over. Her face was slightly flushed, and she lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. I deliberately
stood very close to her, inhaling the scent emanating from her neck, letting my breath gently brush against her hair.
She suddenly raised her eyes, gesturing for me to look outside the shelves.

Xinyan and Dawei were standing in the aisle not far away. I remembered that this supermarket was very close to their workplaces;
Xinyan had mentioned before that she would shop there during her lunch break.

My wife, wearing sunglasses, was now looking down, not in the suit she had worn that morning, but
in the same stretchy, tight-fitting skirt that had caused Meiying trouble at the mall that day. The bright red fabric clung tightly to her
body , barely extending past the point where her breasts met. For some reason, even the stockings she'd worn that morning were gone. What made
me even more dizzy was the two hard nipples sticking out, clearly indicating she wasn't wearing a bra.

Dawei whispered a few words to Xinyan, the woman swaying her long, wavy hair with a slight nod.
As she stepped between the two rows of shelves, she carefully alternated her steps in her bright red high heels, as if afraid of a glimpse of her cleavage
.

Before Dawei could disappear behind the shelves, I tried to lift my leg, but my hand was pulled back from behind. I
simply grabbed Meiying's soft hand and pulled her along.

I peeked into the back of the shelves first, and my heart immediately pounded. Xinyan was bent over
, her back to me, searching for something on the bottom shelf, the hem of her red dress pulled up to its limit. There weren't many people in the supermarket at the time
. Besides Dawei, who was deliberately standing facing the other shelf, there was an
old man and a student who looked to be about ten years old. The old man, who happened to be standing behind Xinyan, had already been attracted and was secretly staring
at the end of two fair thighs at the bottom of the fabric. The student, who was originally standing on the other side of his wife, quickly noticed
the sight on the old man's side, so he casually moved behind the woman as well.

Dawei suddenly turned around, deliberately making a loud noise, and suddenly squeezed between the men and Xinyan.
The old man and the student were startled and quickly looked away, turning their faces to the side. Unexpectedly, Dawei
suddenly reached out and pulled up the skirt that had been pulled up to its limit.

I felt my vision go black for a moment, and then my eyes were brightened by that dazzling white flesh. Meiying
also peeked out at this time, watching the scene unfold beside me.

Xinyan seemed to be startled and was about to straighten up when Dawei reached out and pressed down on her waist. His wife had
no choice to remain bent over, and just as she frantically tried to pull down her skirt, Dawei silently stopped her with his hand. Once
he finished, Dawei immediately walked away from the men and Xinyan, casually strolling to Xinyan's other side.

Her two long, slender legs were pressed together, overlapping at the knees, like an inverted "Y".
Just as I had guessed, her plump buttocks weren't wearing underwear, so they were completely exposed to the air. Between
the bare , white buttocks was the woman's dark flesh, and the exposed parts were slowly sliding out. I never
imagined that in this position, my wife's private parts would be so exposed; there was really no need to deliberately stick them out like that.

Because of the distance, apart from vaguely seeing some words written on my wife's buttocks, it was actually difficult to see the details of
the fleshy parts clearly. I had to add familiar details myself to make the imagined scene more concrete.

Actually, this tender area had already been violated by Dawei, but that was in the video. Right before my
eyes , he was about to expose my wife's most private area to a stranger, and in a public place no less.

I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Xinyan had successfully turned the tables on the men who had violated her,
using the videos to blackmail them, and even managed to transfer to the purchasing department she had always dreamed of
. Why was she now being manipulated like this by Dawei? I suddenly remembered seeing Dawei fondling her buttocks in the surveillance footage, after she had
obtained enough video evidence to blackmail him. Although I had questioned my wife about it afterward, her answers were clearly
vague. What else was hidden behind this that I didn't know about? Did Dawei have some leverage
over , or was she doing this simply to maintain a good relationship with her boss?

In an instant, I remembered the night Xinyan was forced to rape. I was sitting in the bar downstairs from the hotel. Although I was filled with
doubts at the time, I still didn't rush in, which led to my wife being forced to
have sex . At this moment, I felt my calves starting to twitch again, as if urging me to take a few steps
forward and immediately disrupt this disgusting farce.

A soft hand suddenly patted my crotch, instantly revealing my already uncontrollable hardness.
I was surprised by Meiying's boldness. As that hand rubbed along the outline of my erection, I quickly turned my head
to . Fortunately, there weren't many people in the supermarket at this time. Apart from a few cashiers who had nothing to do and were lazily yawning,
the few indifferent customers I could see didn't notice what was happening here.

The scene of Dawei raping Xinyan in the video reappeared, especially
the close-up of that bulging male organ rapidly entering and exiting my wife's vagina. But that was just a video, while what was happening in front of me was something I had never seen with my own eyes
. Even through my pants, Meiying's practiced movements quickly made me even harder. I could only
swallow , letting the stimulation from in front of me soften my urge to rush forward.

The old man and the student turned their heads almost simultaneously, immediately startled by the scene before them, and even
exchanged a surprised glance. The old man was bolder; after a slight hesitation, he quietly walked forward. The student
followed , both staring at her bare buttocks, their expressions unusually excited. The backs of the two men blocked
most of my view. I adjusted my angle several times, but I still couldn't see the dark area shaped like
the Eiffel Tower . Not being able to freely explore those intimately familiar
crevices with strangers only fueled my imagination, making me feel inexplicably excited by shame.

I wondered if Xinyan was struggling with that uncomfortable position, as her legs
began to . Imagining her plump buttocks trembling slightly with each twist before the men's eyes filled the scene with even more
lewd thoughts. There must be embarrassing secretions on the drooping, wrinkled flesh.

Dawei was still standing not far away, his attention seemingly casually drawn to this scene. He feigned surprise
and walked over to the old man and the student, joining the group ogling the woman's naked buttocks. He pretended
to bend down and read the words written on his wife's buttocks, deliberately glancing at the old man and the student as he straightened up.

Suddenly, his wife reached behind her back, her fingers seemingly holding something. Dawei exaggeratedly paused for a moment, like a performer
, then reached out and took it.

A small, torn silver square package was quickly thrown on the ground.

My heart leaped into my throat, and I inwardly cried out, "Oh no!" But in my anxiety and shame
, I couldn't push Meiying away; she had already quickly unzipped my pants and completely pulled out my rock-hard
erection .

Holding me tightly in Meiying's hand, I couldn't move, but I still struggled to stop Dawei from raping
Xinyan in front of me.

Dawei turned around, quickly scanning his surroundings, then lowered his head and frantically fiddled with his hands in front of him before pressing
his body against mine. From my angle, I couldn't see his movements, but I knew what he was
doing . Meiying spread my penis open and slowly rubbed the most sensitive part of my skin with her palm.

Sigh, Dawei had already used it, so one more time, especially with a condom on, wouldn't matter.
I began to enjoy his wife's movements.

The man's hips moved up and down a few times, then stopped, adjusted his position, and then thrust forward. My wife
let out a soft moan, as if she had been electrocuted. Along with the old man and the student who had been holding their breath, we all
exhaled along with the woman's moan. Watching my wife bury her head in her hands, her exposed body beginning to tremble slowly, I also
enjoyed the continuous pleasure coming from Meiying's hands.

Dawei's hips mechanically repeated the back-and-forth swinging motion, the expensive fabric of his trousers jiggling, sometimes fast, sometimes
slow. Xinyan's upper body, wrapped in bright red fabric, was held almost horizontally by Dawei to accommodate
the angle of his penis entering and exiting her body. To balance the impact from behind, she grabbed the shelf with one hand and stretched out
her other hand for Dawei to grasp.

Seeing my wife being penetrated from behind by another man for the first time, and witnessing it with my own eyes, was definitely more exciting than watching it on a video,
and also more novel than when Dawei used the traditional position on her. Watching my wife in the doggy style,
being penetrated from behind, the strange stimulation from the front grew stronger and stronger, constantly reminding me that it was all
so real, and making me worry that I couldn't hold out against Dawei.

The old man and the student were initially a little apprehensive, constantly glancing around while admiring the human intercourse,
as if keeping watch for Dawei. Soon, the two began to touch each other. Although Dawei's body blocked my view,
it didn't stop me from fantasizing about what a man's hands could do with a woman's naked skin, offering no resistance.

As Meiying's hand quickened its manipulation of the most sensitive head of that thing, Dawei suddenly thrust forward
a few times. When he finally stopped, pressed against me, I was somewhat surprised. Judging from the video of Dawei raping
Xinyan, he probably wouldn't reach his limit so quickly; perhaps the stimulation in a public place was too intense
. As for me, with only hand stimulation, I was far from reaching my climax.

Just as I was regretting that Meiying's movements were gradually slowing down, Dawei released his wife and moved
aside. Instead of immediately straightening his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the student's arm, making an inviting gesture.
The student seemed unprepared and exaggeratedly shook off Dawei's hand.

I had actually guessed Dawei would do this, and I inwardly mocked his embarrassment at being rejected. I
couldn't help but snort, which made Meiying turn her head and glance at me. For a moment, I was also infected by the undisguised
disappointment .

Xinyan, still in the same position, tilted her head back and exhaled. Her body trembled slightly as she reached out and
offered something back. The old man, seeing this, immediately perked up, shoving aside Dawei and the student, and taking the item
from . Just as I realized what was happening, the second torn silver square package
fell to the ground.

My heart skipped a beat, and I cried out, "No!" How could I let such a lewd old man "do" to
my goddess-like wife? Yes, the extremely vulgar word "do" instantly popped into my mind.

Ignoring Meiying's shocked look down at my now even more swollen genitals, I raised my hand to push her away.
I rushed forward, only to have her grip on that thing so tightly it hurt. Meiying suddenly sped up, expertly
creating an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Meanwhile, the lewd-looking old man had already finished his work in front of him and expertly thrust
his buttocks forward.

Alas, it was too late! My heart pounded several times. Judging
from , my wife's entrance must be incredibly wet and slippery, otherwise, at least a few more seconds…

a few more seconds would allow me to react appropriately as a husband in this situation? Meiying's increasingly skillful caresses
made my thoughts chaotic. Or was it for the lightning-fast embarrassment, disgust, and shame that brought… oh… pleasure
… could I have a few more seconds?

When my wife's soft moans of being filled again reached me, the stimulation from before immediately made me unable to stop.
The old man's shorts were pulled down quite a bit, and watching the worn fabric sway calmly made me unable to resist
thinking about his aging male organ, hard or half-hard, rubbing against my wife's most tender vulva.
I mentally calculated that this old man was the tenth man besides me to have enjoyed my wife, and it happened in a public
place, which made me think of the dark metaphor of a "public toilet." Besides comforting myself that
one wouldn't matter, I could only think to myself that he wasn't much older than Mr. Xiao, and besides, he had used a condom.

After a while, the old man straightened up as if to catch his breath; after all, he was getting on in years and couldn't do this kind of strenuous work as well as
a young man . Suddenly, he was thrust into several times in succession, and if he hadn't reacted quickly enough to steady himself, he
would have been knocked off the woman's buttocks.

I never expected my wife to offer herself up so willingly; it seemed that her flesh walls were being rubbed so wonderfully that she
didn't even want to pause. I stole a glance at Meiying; a faint expression hung on her face,
as if mocking the current ugliness of my goddess. The
sequence

instantly thrown into chaos by Meiying's movements, recalled the words I'd vaguely seen written on my wife's
buttocks . I whispered to Meiying, "Let's go take a look..."

To avoid Meiying misunderstanding that I was going to ruin this lewd scene, I
was pulling me by the groin and making me follow her cautiously forward.

The experienced old man didn't care about the presence of others; he only glanced at me before continuing his
increasingly rapid thrusts. Unexpectedly, that thing was quite thick. Although it softened slightly at the base each time it was inserted into my wife's body,
it was already covered in obvious white fluid. The gurgling sounds, though not loud,
were quite jarring.

Dawei glanced at his wife's deliberately seductive rubbing in front of me, then turned and exchanged a feigned surprised look with the student who was
covering his mouth .

The words written on the white buttocks, rippling like water from the impact, were somewhat blurred, but it was still
clear that "Semen Toilet" was written on the left buttock and "Enjoy" on the right.

Meiying gestured with her free hand for the student to take off his pants, then made a few seductive
gestures in the air.

When the student, with his erect lower body, approached Meiying, he couldn't help but twist his flushed face and look
around.

Meiying held two things in her hands and stroked them in the same rhythm. The hair at the base of one was just beginning to grow
, slightly lighter in color and thinner than the other, but just as hard.

When the old man groaned, Meiying glanced at Dawei expressionlessly, then squatted down and took me into
her mouth . The warmth and moisture in her mouth instantly heightened my excitement, and
the student next to me, still being manipulated by her, began to swallow frequently.

Meiying spat me out, turned to suck the student, and then glanced at
Dawei, who feigned indifference but whose eyes were somewhat unfocused.

The old man finally pressed his body tightly against Xinyan's buttocks, the fabric of his shorts trembling violently, and I could
hear the groans of pleasure rippling from his throat.

The student, who had just been given a few deep throats by Meiying, suddenly tensed. Meiying quickly spat him out
; the mushroom head was swollen and shiny, the whole thing trembling incessantly, like a drunkard vomiting,
ready to vomit at any moment.

"Get out of the way," Meiying whispered to the old man's back. She released me, reaching out to pull him away
but failing. Ignoring my own throbbing erection, I rushed forward and
shoved the old man away from Xinyan's buttocks to make room. Meiying quickly pulled the student's genitals, which were slightly oozing clear fluid, closer
and swiftly guided them to the entrance of the vagina with her soft hands. The student's purplish-red head was already buried
in his wife's muddy flesh, and whether he was incapable or afraid, his body was frozen in place.

Meiying glanced up at me, gesturing for my help. Without thinking, I went up and grabbed the student's waist,
giving him a sharp push forward.

"Move back and forth, move," Meiying instructed the student urgently in a low voice. Seeing him stiffly pressed against Xinyan
's body, she turned to me, who was still holding onto him, and gestured for me to help him move back and forth.

I glanced at Dawei, who had inexplicably put on a strange smile, and then, standing behind the student, I held his
slender waist and mechanically began to push and pull back and forth.

Meiying smiled slightly with satisfaction, jumped to my side, bent down slightly, placed one hand on my waist, and used the other to
resume stroking my still erect penis.

"Ah, ah... this, this... are you wearing... wearing a condom..." Xin Yan suddenly protested softly, but
her body didn't offer any obvious resistance.

Mei Ying instantly quickened her stroking of me, forcing me to also speed up my pushing and pulling of the student towards my wife
. When Mei Ying focused on stimulating my most sensitive head, I felt as if I were being electrocuted, and I intensified
my pushing and pulling of the student. Especially each time I pushed, I pressed him hard against me, enjoying
the increasingly pleasurable stimulation from my lower body, while shamelessly fantasizing that the student's thing was being pushed to
the deepest part of my wife's body.

Before long, the student's waist became increasingly stiff, and my lower body became increasingly numb, giving
me a strange illusion, as if I was directly thrusting into Xin Yan and had reached the edge of climax. So, as
Mei Ying prepared me to release with her swirling stroking, I used another young thing to speed up my thrusting. As my wife
began to thrust back forcefully, my emotions, pleasure, and shame were all mixed together, so I could only push harder until
the sounds of our slapping became increasingly unrestrained.

"Slut, I didn't expect you to be this slutty!" It was Meiying's voice, laced with disdain.

I didn't care whether she was mocking the shameless penis in my hand or that greedy, fat ass; accompanied by
my wife's dog-like moans, I continued to repeat the actions that brought her pleasure.

Suddenly, the student clung to the woman like a suction cup, moaning softly, and I couldn't pull him away.

Imagining that thing ejaculating deep into my wife's body, I no longer cared whether it was the student's or mine.
Just as I was about to release, I was suddenly gripped tightly by fingers, and pulled quickly towards Xinyan.

Meiying grabbed Xinyan's hair, forcing her to lift her face, and the bulging thing, still tightly gripped,
bounced a few times on her face, landing right near her drooling mouth.

Through her sunglasses, I couldn't see if Xinyan's eyes were open or closed. She moved her exquisitely delicate
jaw, brought the thing to her lips, and then suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. Meiying finally released her grip,
pulling Xinyan's hair and swinging it back and forth. I arched my back, thrusting in rhythm with her. The old man leaned
in to examine the rhythmic thrusting, while Dawei cleared his throat and coughed softly beside us.

After a few deep throats, knowing I was about to ejaculate, I quickly reached out to remove Xinyan's sunglasses,
only bump into Meiying's hand. Meiying and I instinctively grabbed one side of the sunglasses, watching Xinyan
struggle to shake her head in protest while I was inside her, deliberately and slowly removing the sunglasses that were meant to cover her.

How could it be Ruoxin?! Xinyan's twin sister?

The moment the sunglasses were removed, I was utterly shocked and could no longer resist
the tingling sensation , finally ejaculating.

Suddenly waking up, I felt the damp coolness on my underwear, and frantically turned my head to see the dark bedroom
and Xinyan lying soundly asleep beside me. Fantasizing about my goddess in my dreams,
and adding all sorts of unsavory details, makes me incredibly uneasy.

Is she still my goddess? The dream was absurd, and the video wasn't exactly eyewitness footage, but
I did witness Dawei groping Xinyan's buttocks on the way to the security room.

For a married man, nocturnal emission isn't normal, especially in such a short time
. The last time was the night before I accidentally raped Meiying in our wedding night, leading to Xinyan being gang-raped—that simple and brief
erotic dream . This dream is more complete and vivid.

My recently ignited sexual relationship with Xinyan cooled down after those frenzied 24 hours of repeated intercourse . For the past two weeks, she's been refusing my advances,
claiming she's unwell or too tired . Is this body already drifting away from me, and I can only enter her through someone else's body, like in my dreams ? Like Dawei, or Du Fei, or even Boss Xiao? What unsettled me even more was that Meiying never answered my calls or replied to my WeChat messages after that. I, who had just begun to enjoy the company of two women, suddenly found myself all alone. Remembering Ruoxin's unexpected appearance in my dream, especially the faint smile on her face when she took off her sunglasses, I glanced at my phone lying quietly on the bedside table. A few days ago, after restocking the supermarket, I found a shady spot in the square outside to sit and wait for the accountant to return from her lunch break to settle accounts. I lit a cigarette to pass the time and casually took out my phone, finding a friend request. Clicking on it, I saw a name called "Cao You," with a profile picture of two peaches side-by-side. Looking at the two ripe peaches still glistening with water droplets, I suddenly felt a chill. Could it be her? "Cao You" is the same as "Ruo," and the two peaches, almost identical in size and color, seemed to allude to twins, and a woman . I had just accepted the friend request when a WeChat message popped up. "Hello, is Nv Kai there?" I thought to myself, "It really is you, even splitting your sister's name, Yan, into Nv Kai. " "No, what's up? Are you looking for her?" " Of course, why would I need to go through you to find her? [Smirking]" "So you're looking for me, what's the matter?" "Can't I look for you if I don't have something to say? [Pouting]" "Oh, no, that's not it. So tell me what's up." "So what's up? [Playful]" "I just don't know." "Don't pretend nothing happened! [Angry ] " "Tell me what's wrong!" "Hey, if I don't come looking for you, you won't come looking for me?! [Snorting]" "It's not really appropriate for me to come looking for you." "What's not appropriate? You've already touched me. [Shy]" "I drank a little too much that day." " So you changed your mind?! [Crazy]" Looking at Ruoxin's expressions, I couldn't help but laugh. "What can I do if I don't back out?" "That depends on what you want [playful]." "Does it mean my wish will work?" "First, tell me if you miss me." "Yes, I do." "How much do you miss me?" "Really, really." "Seeing how sincere you are, I'll reward you." A picture popped up in the WeChat chat window. Clicking on it revealed a solo photo of Ruoxin at a local historical garden. Judging from the background, the photo was probably taken in spring. She was wearing a light camel cashmere short coat and tight jeans. On a clear, rainless day, she held a floral umbrella, her body slightly turned towards the camera. Her two straight legs were pressed tightly together, her calves separated at the knees, one toe playfully touching the ground. Combined with slightly S-shaped waist and hips, she exuded a charming and alluring aura. "You're so beautiful, when was this taken?" I sincerely exclaimed. "You have good taste! These photos were taken this spring. I've always wanted to ask you who you think is prettier, me or my sister. [Playful]" "We're both good-looking, it's hard to say." "Why is it hard to say? What do you think are our strengths and weaknesses in terms of looks and figure?" "In terms of looks, you're more lively and playful than your sister. Your features, especially your eyebrows and eyes, are more defined than hers." "Wow, you seem quite knowledgeable about this. You must have observed a lot. " "Isn't it obvious? Why do I need to observe?" "What's not obvious?" "What do you mean by 'not obvious'? You don't understand." "Idiot! Your figure? [Smirking]"

A sudden wave of tenderness washed over me, and I wondered where she was trying to lead me.

"I'm inexperienced, so it's hard to compare."

"Still pretending to be inexperienced? Haven't you already touched them all?"

"Oh, can you tell by touch?"

"After all that beating around the bush, you just

want to see, don't you?" I choked, quickly exhaling a puff of smoke, thinking I wondered who was the one subtly trying to get someone to see.

"No, not at all. It wouldn't be good if your sister found out."

"Fine, stop pretending. If you want to see, then see. [Insidious]"

As if it had been prepared all along, a photo popped up immediately after the text. I zoomed in and saw
a woman's front-facing selfie from shoulder to knee, wearing only underwear. I chuckled inwardly; Ruoxin wasn't as daring as I'd imagined,
not even daring to show her face. I downloaded the original image, zoomed in on the screen with my finger, and admired the girl's
fair, firm skin, just like her sister's, her flat stomach, her cute little waist, and her vibrant hips.
I had imagined her figure under her clothes before, and it really was similar to the photos.

"Hmm, nice figure."

"Really? How does it compare to my sister?"

"More energetic than your sister."

"That sounds like a lie! [Crazy]"

"What's wrong? Why would I lie to you?"

"Did you really see it clearly? The phone is blocking a lot of it."

When a woman says that, a man would probably overthink it.

Because it was a photo taken with a phone in front of a mirror, Ruoxin's breasts were mostly hidden, so I
could only . At the round mound of flesh squeezed by her thighs,
the original fabric of her white panties had been replaced with mesh lace. There were no shadows of hair under the sheer lace, and
some were faintly visible. This girl is different from her sister; she has a habit of shaving her body hair.

Thinking back to that day in the dance hall, my hand was led by her to pick at that muddy area, and my fingertips could still vaguely feel the touch of brushing against
the hair . But thinking about it more carefully, it doesn't seem so clear anymore.

I don't know about other men, but at this moment, I just wanted to see her two wrinkled, curled, parched lips, probably
still damp and sticky, speckled with unpleasant white spots. Thinking about it, that absurd shape is utterly
devoid of beauty, even surpassing most forms of ugliness in nature, yet it kept throbbing with my desire to watch.
Would the genitals of twin sisters look alike?

"I'd like to see more clearly, but are you really that generous?"

Thinking about the thin veil separating me and this sister-in-law, which had almost been broken that day, I boldly began to tease
her.

"So, how generous do you want me to be?"

"Uh, is it up to me?"

"Of course it's up to you. I almost gave it to you last time."

"Okay, let me see your piss."

"Oh my, I didn't expect you to be so shameless! Why are you asking for this right away!"

"Didn't you say it was up to me?"

"But you can't just do that right away, it'll embarrass me."

"Or maybe I'll just go with you."

This sister-in-law is much more cunning than her twin sister; it seems I have to play hard to get with her.

"You're a man, why should you go with me?"

"Well, what can I do? You're a woman, I have to give in to you.

" "Really? You said it."

"I'm a man, and I keep my word."

I casually sent this WeChat message, but my heart was a little pounding.

"Then let me see how you can be a man."

"I'm a man, isn't that obvious?"

I didn't know if she meant what I thought, and my heart was pounding.

"I just want to see!"

"See what?"

Before sending that, I typed "You've seen me before," but immediately felt I was being pretentious, afraid of
dampening her enthusiasm. So I deleted it and changed it to "What's so interesting about that?" But that felt too
blatant, giving her a chance to act serious. In the end, I only typed those two words that made my teeth itch, to see what she'd
say.

"You want to prove you're a man, huh?"

My earlier deletion had unintentionally given her the impression that I was hesitant, and sure enough, she pressed on immediately, and that sentence popped up in
the chat box .

"How does a man prove it?" "

It's something unique to men, you're a man, don't you understand?"

Although it was exactly as I expected, my heart still skipped a beat. This string of words didn't even use punctuation.
I could almost see her on the other side of the chat window, her face flushed, typing anxiously while
a mischievous smile …

“I don’t understand,”

I deliberately delayed sending those two words that made her even more furious, my heart
pounding wildly.

“You made me say your dick, your penis, your cock, are you satisfied now?”

This text, omitting punctuation, immediately popped out, ending with an
exclamation mark . Seeing that I had successfully cornered her, achieving my intended effect,
she had also seen through my intentions, and I felt my breathing become erratic.

“What’s so interesting about that thing?”

As I typed this, my crotch was already hard, so my hand trembled, and I had to correct
my typos several times.

“I thought you were a man who kept his word!”

Sure enough, this little girl was starting to use reverse psychology. I never thought I would take these kinds of photos. Was I really going to
expose myself in broad daylight just to win a smile from a beautiful woman?

"Wow, you're kidding, right? I'm outside!"

My heart was pounding. I turned to look at the passersby, the bus stop in front of me, and
a few young women playing with their children not far away.

"You're still reluctant to show me? Who would want to see your lousy thing? Is it too small for me to see?"

"Didn't you touch it the other day? Don't you know if it's big enough?"

"Never mind! I didn't expect you to be like this. I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm going to get my beauty sleep." "

Then let me see your pussy later."

"Hmm."

I don't know if this girl's casual "hmm" counts. The only way out is her
curiosity about what her wife's twin sister's private parts look like.

Because I was sitting on the stone edge of the flower bed, and my crotch was already bulging high, pulling down my zipper wasn't easy.
Holding my phone in one hand, I barely managed to cover my crotch, while the other hand fumbled anxiously and clumsily. When that burning
thing was finally released, it even bounced slightly, and the cool breeze brushing against my most sensitive skin made my
heart pound.

Whenever a passerby glanced at me unintentionally, my vision blurred, and I quickly covered
my . Once I felt safe, I propped the ledger up to cover it, but because my hands were shaking so badly
and the subject was so close, focusing was quite difficult. Suddenly, I noticed clear liquid overflowing from my eye, and I hurriedly
wiped it away with my finger. I took several pictures, choosing one that was relatively clear. Whether it was shame,
excitement, hesitation, or panic, my trembling fingertips hovered over the send button several times.

Finally, as I pressed the send button, watching the image transfer percentage climb to 100%, I felt
a tightness in my throat and a pounding heart, thinking my privacy was like spilled water. But I didn't receive a reply from Ruoxin.

"How is it? Satisfied?"

I repeatedly zoomed in and out of the image to make sure the bulging organ photo had been sent, and finally asked
.

"It's blurry, who knows if it's you? There are tons of these kinds of pictures online,"

Ruoxin replied after a while. I had initially thought the woman was busy using the photo for illicit purposes, but this felt like
a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head.

"Then how do you prove it?"

As I typed this, besides disappointment, I felt a bit angry. I thought to myself, a slut like her, her
thing must be even darker and more tanned than her sister's; it's not like I absolutely need to see it.

"Don't you smoke?"

"Yeah."

"Take a picture of the cigarette pack next to you."

"Why?"

"Because I know what brand you smoke."

Admiring this slut's cleverness, I pulled the cigarette pack from my pocket. I held up the ledger and placed the pack
next to my still-exposed penis, noticing that perhaps because of my earlier disappointment and anger, my previously erect organ
had softened. Suddenly, I realized another meaning behind this little slut's words: the cigarette pack could be used as a reference point for length.
Her husband, Du Fei, also smoked, so the size of the cigarette pack should be very familiar to her.

My male competitive spirit surged, and I slipped one hand under the ledger, secretly rubbing and
masturbating. Because I hadn't had sex for a while, the first few strokes were much more sensitive than before.
But in public places, there were always people walking around, making it hard to concentrate, and I felt I wasn't quite at
my best.

"What are you waiting for?"

My free hand was pressed against the constantly heaving ledger when a WeChat message from her suddenly appeared on my phone screen,
followed by a picture message. I frantically swiped and tapped across the screen, and the picture quickly
filled the entire view.

Luckily, there was a shady tree overhead, blocking the bright sunlight, allowing the picture of a woman's body to immediately come into view.
This time, Ruoxin had taken the picture in front of a full-length mirror. Although she deliberately held the phone up to hide her face, her
completely naked body was on full display. Her lustrous breasts were just like Xinyan's, teardrop-shaped breasts that stretched out to
the sides . On the enlarged areolas, the perky nipples were slightly parted at the tips, and their color was
a light brown, untouched by breastfeeding. Her waist and hips were perfectly symmetrical with her sister's; they truly were twins.
Her lower abdomen, which had just been barely covered by a cloth, was now exposed without any restraint.

The shaved mound of flesh, deliberately plump and bulging between her thick thighs,
revealed just the right amount of feminine detail, like a soybean nestled between her thighs—more thrilling than having everything else tucked
behind at once. This photo was a godsend.

"This should be enough, you can continue."

A text message flashed at the top of the photo. Realizing that this slut had
seen right through my thoughts, my hand, which had been rubbing itself together, immediately hardened.

I didn't know how good her Du Fei's thing was, and I felt like I'd be outdone. But the thought that
Ruoxin's dick had already fucked my cunt made my hardness wane.

"One more,"

I said, picking up my phone and speaking, my voice a little hoarse. Even if I couldn't fuck this slut's cunt, I wanted to see it
clearly and masturbate properly.

"Didn't I show you everything?"

"Not enough!"

I could only yell fiercely at this unpredictable slut.

"So what do you want to see?"

"I want to see your crotch."

"What crotch?"

"Don't, don't pretend..."

"Who knows what you're saying? It's all so unclear."

"Okay, stop messing around..."

"Who's messing around? I'm ignoring you."

Just as I was about to regret provoking this slut, my phone screen notified me of a picture notification. I zoomed
in and saw that it was unmistakably her crotch. The photo was taken from behind, right between the slut's legs. The black
thong made her plump buttocks look even whiter and more delicate. The thin strap was embedded in her buttocks, nestled
between two symmetrical, dark, semi-circular sections. The width of the black elastic band was just enough to cover the clitoris, and the fine lines radiating from the center were perfectly
illuminated by the light. After completely crossing a short middle section, the thin strap became a triangular
elastic fabric, just enough to reveal the skin where it began to dip and form a light shadow, and then it covered her completely.
The elasticity and reflectivity of the fabric subtly outlined some details below.

I've never really looked closely at Xinyan's back door, so I can't compare the two sisters. My impression is that it
's relatively clean, without hemorrhoids or anything like that; in that respect, the two sisters are quite similar.

"You didn't want her lower body, is this okay?"

Ruoxin urged again. Although I have to admit that the way a woman's body is presented through sexy lingerie
is more exciting than directly looking at that organ, my mind was always focused on its appearance, since I hadn't
seen it with my own eyes yet.

"Clit...I want to see your cunt, your cunt flesh..."

Saying these dirty words to my sister-in-law gave me an inexplicable pleasure.

"You pervert!"

Seeing Ruoxin's reply, I immediately felt immense regret. Those two words, uttered instinctively by a woman,
could have .

Unexpectedly, a picture popped up immediately. Enlarged, it revealed a close-up of female genitalia that filled
the screen. Sure enough, its wrinkles and shriveled appearance were exactly like Xin Yan's. I never imagined twin sisters' genitals
could look more alike than the real thing.

Hmph, this is the cunt of the man who slept with my wife's wife, and also the cunt of my wife's twin sister.
I shook my head, trying to clear this jumbled mess of relationships, and struggled to imagine
how those two fleshy mounds, so similar to Xin Yan's, would be stretched and taut by me, being thrust into and tossed about. For some reason, the image of Du Fei popped into my mind
, making it impossible to tell whether I was fucking his wife or Du Fei was fucking his
sister-in-law .

"That's about enough, stop dawdling, hurry up,"

Ruo Xin said casually, as if ordering a male dog wagging its tail,
instantly making me hard to the limit. I secretly glanced down at the ledger and saw that the thing had become
muscular and erect , the skin at the tip stretched and shiny again. I didn't even bother to wipe away the tiny drop of dew clinging to my eye,
and quickly snapped several photos of the cigarette pack buried in the pubic hair.

Choosing my favorite, I pressed send, feeling a mix of fear and excitement.

"Didn't you say you were out?"

"Yeah."

Not receiving any approval from the woman, I could only casually agree, inwardly cursing this slut for her nonsensical chatter.

"Then take a picture of the surrounding scenery."

Seeing Ruoxin's WeChat message, my heart leaped into my throat again. I looked up and saw
a bus stop not far away, a young woman wearing a tank top and trendy shorts, her long, shapely legs dazzlingly white in the sunlight
.

I had never realized that such a dark place truly existed within me. I casually placed the ledger on the stone edge of the flower bed
beside me , and with one hand, I pretended to casually cover my exposed genitals with my crotch
. I could feel it throbbing hard in my palm.

I picked up my phone to test the angle and found that I had to lean back almost lying on the grass in the flower bed
to capture both the woman and my genitals in the frame. In that case, I had to leave
my erection exposed . Although the midday sun kept passersby focused on their walks and rarely looked around, who could
guarantee that no one would notice this unusual sight?

What was worse, I was wearing off-white pants today, which made the dark reddish-brown thing with its dark
hair even more conspicuous. Especially since I was lying on the grass in a unique way, how could I not attract attention?
The more I thought about it, the more uncontrollable the urge became, and my palm was covered with
the liquid that kept oozing from the tip of my penis.

Just then, a woman and a little girl walked past me. Thinking I'd wait until they were completely gone
before making my move, I realized the little girl kept staring at my strange posture of covering my crotch. Just as
the mother and daughter passed me, without even checking if anyone was watching, I suddenly lay
down and snapped several photos with the woman and girl in the background. At the very moment I became erect, the little
girl turned around and saw me. She quickly shook the woman's arm with her hand, calling
out "Mom," and then mumbled something indistinctly. By the time her mother looked at me, following her daughter's pointing finger, I
had already turned my lower body to the other side, facing them. The mother, probably
impatient , mumbled criticisms about sleeping outdoors as she continued walking without looking back.

I sat up, using my ledger to cover my crotch, and looked through the photos. In
the background was not only the little girl with her mouth slightly agape in surprise, but also her mother's profile, and even
the woman in tank tops and shorts at the bus stop was included. I hadn't expected the timing to be so perfect, but because the scenery was a bit cluttered,
the camera couldn't focus quickly enough, resulting in a slightly blurry image.

I figured she already had a clear picture of my genitals, so I sent her one with a relatively clear background.

"Okay, cum now."

She didn't even offer a satisfied reply, continuing to boss me around. I never imagined I'd be
ordered , especially since her husband had just slept with my wife.
As my previously taut genitals were rubbed again, every nerve beneath that bare skin became even more sensitive.

Surprisingly, another photo popped up on the screen, and when I zoomed in, it was another one of my lower body. Even more surprisingly,
there was another hand in the picture, a man's hand. This time, the thong was white, and
there . The man's hand was kneading two glistening, wrinkled pieces of flesh, arranging the dark genitals as they
dangled neatly between the two snow-white straps that were tied around my genitals. And just as they passed my genitals, the thong
transformed into a denser fabric. So what appeared to be a conservative, ordinary pair of briefs from the front actually
revealed the exposed flesh of a woman's private parts, creating an unexpectedly absurd effect.

I suddenly realized that, judging from the angle, the previous photo was also taken by someone else. Who? Was it Du Fei? Was Du Fei also involved in my game with Ruoxin? Then, did Du Fei see
the photo of the male genitalia I just sent ? Just as these chaotic fantasies occupied my mind, I suddenly felt myself on the verge of climax for the first time. Ruoxin's face, so identical to her sister's, inexplicably aroused many resentments within me, making me uncontrollably imagine Du Fei tidying up Ruoxin's wrinkled flesh. The most sensitive nerves beneath my bare skin began to throb in my palms. Another photo rushed in. I quickly zoomed in, and it was still the same crotch, still the same white thong with two thin straps. Had I sent the same photo twice? No, the hand had changed; it was another hand, this one . The experienced hand had just smoothed out the two wrinkled flesh pieces between his fingertips, and a transparent, sticky string was even pulled out by . I had actually thought I would be the first man besides her husband to almost sleep with her. The nerves beneath my naked skin instantly went from singing to moaning. I suddenly realized that this photo was a screenshot, and there were two words at the top of the frame—"Female Opening." Female Opening? Yan? Xin Yan! The wrinkled flesh that Ruoxin and Xin Yan had were exactly the same? Xin Yan's genitals? Xin Yan's vagina! An old man? Boss Xiao? Boss Xiao's dirty hands! That young man must be Dawei, or Du Fei, or one of the other six men who had slept with her, who might have all taken turns tidying up her wrinkled flesh!

The image of Xin Yan's genitals being played with, and Xiao Zong's hand playing with her genitals, became increasingly clear with each viewing.
I quickly grabbed my trembling glans, but it was too late; hot semen
gushed out from between my fingers more violently than ever before.

"You've come, take a picture and send it to me, I'll turn it around for you."

"Cao You" seemed to know me inside and out, sending the text message before I could even catch my breath.

"I came all over your hand."

Although I had already ejaculated, I was still immersed in the indescribable lust
generated .

" "It's okay, just take a picture of your hand, they're waiting over there."

"She" was like comforting a boy who had done something wrong.

I sent the photo of my fingers with white semen hanging between them, which reminded me of when I was pranked during my wedding night, and Dawei
mocked me for the clear liquid between my fingers not being stringy.

"Alright, you've been acting all daring for a while now, so be careful. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Although still half-dazed, I immediately understood the implication in "her" words. I glanced around
and saw several uniformed men approaching me. Afraid I'd notice, they quickly lowered their
walkie-talkies or hid them behind their backs when I looked up.

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality, quickly stuffing my still-erect penis back into my pants and leaping up to
run in the direction they hadn't circled.

Luckily, I knew the area well, especially the back alleys and side streets, and I easily shook off the
community security officers. Unfortunately, in my panic, I left the ledger at the scene; I wondered if there would be any repercussions.

After recalling all this, I tiptoed out of bed and picked up my phone from the bedside table.

In the quiet living room, I gently sat down on the sofa, pondering who this "Grass Right" really was.
If it really is Ruoxin, why would these twin sisters use anonymous WeChat names to contact each other?
What that led Ruoxin to send photos of her genitals to her twin sister? But if it wasn't Ruoxin,
how would "she" know what happened between us that night in the hotel dance hall?

Recalling that day, I remember being first instigated by "Caoyou" to take selfies of my genitals, then being manipulated by "her" to
masturbate and ejaculate, all in public places I never even imagined. The whole process was a mix of
temptations, insights, and hints, both positive and negative. "She" understood all my curiosity, recklessness, shame, and astonishment, and
used these emotions to perfectly tease my desires until she brought me to that uncontrollable
release point—everything was under "her" control. What still lingers in my memory is that I actually fell for "her" trick,
taking photos with a bus stop background, thus revealing my location and being reported by "her" for indecent behavior in
public .

It's obvious that "Grass Right" has been forwarding photos of "Female Kai" and me to the other person, gradually
arousing their lust. Could Xin Yan be as foolish as I was,
failing to recognize her spouse's naked body and genitals at first? Does she remember the brand of cigarettes I smoke? What brand does Du Fei smoke?
Is that young hand Du Fei's or Da Wei's? Was the sheen on her wrinkled flesh from seeing me being forced to masturbate?
What will her reaction be when she sees the photo of my hand covered in semen? Will she be pushed down
and raped by the owners of those two hands, one old and one young? Does she even need to be pushed down now?

For some reason, I'm reluctant to deny that the wrinkled flesh belongs to Xin Yan; after all, I
have years of observation and memory of her organs. If I hadn't been so blinded by the resemblance to twins,
I should have recognized it as Xin Yan's genitals from the beginning. But if that were the case,
would I have been able to reach such a powerful orgasm at the end?

I have to say, "Cao You" is incredibly clever. Her cleverness also lies in how she knew
to mislead me first by showing me her shaved genitals, because she knew I thought Xin Yan had pubic hair. And even now, I still
don't know Xin Yan has pubic hair, since I haven't touched my wife since those crazy 24 hours.
Thinking about this, I could only shake my head with a self-deprecating laugh. If "she" is Ruoxin, she's incredibly skilled, even
knowing everything about her sister and brother-in-law's sex life. Doesn't that make things even more complicated?

But if this "Cao You" isn't Ruoxin, then who is it? The first person I think of is
Du Fei , because the earliest photo of him is of his wife Ruoxin, but how could he know about my sex
life with Xin Yan? Doesn't Xin Yan have some photos of her sister? And she knows best about her sex life with me.
Given Dawei can take liberties with Xin Yan,
it's not impossible that he could get Ruoxin's photos, and it's quite normal that he found out about my and my wife's sex life from Xin Yan. The thought of that
picture exchange with "Cao You" that day—if the other person had been Du Fei, Xin Yan, or Da Wei—the tangled web of relationships and
complex lust instantly hardened me again.

On the screen, shrouded in darkness, I quickly typed a line in my chat with Cao You:

"Who exactly are you?"

[To be continued]

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