【When the Silk Wife Under the Sycamore Tree No Longer Belongs Only to Me】(03) Author: ShareMyWife

Author: sharemywife
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Part 3:

Husband Helps Perverted Old Man Seduce His Beloved Wife

After that erotic betting party, my wife, Axin, still blushes when she thinks about it.
My father-in-law is a relatively wealthy man, and my wife's family has always had excellent economic and educational conditions since childhood. My wife
is also of mixed race and has had no shortage of suitors since junior high school. She had never experienced such a vulgar thing as being surrounded, teased, and
caressed . In someone else's house, in front of several grown men, she was stripped down to only a bra and underwear. After
this experience, my wife felt like she had entered a new world, which was fresh and exciting, but also a little scary.

Normally, after a gathering, Old Ding would rest for a few days or a week, and after finishing his official duties, he would ask my
wife to go out and have fun. But after that sex bet yesterday, Old Ding didn't rest for a single day. The next night, he called
my wife and asked if she was free, if she wanted to go out and have some fun, eat and drink, and spend
another night together. But my wife refused, and she refused quite firmly.

She hung up the phone, and I pulled her into my arms to lie down on the bed to rest. I asked her, "Honey, what's wrong
? You were always happy to go with Old Man Ding before, why don't you want to go this time? Are you tired of it?"

She twisted her body and replied affectionately, "Ugh, you guys were so mean last night,
they saw everything! I'm so embarrassed! I wish I could never see them again, it's so shameful
."

I secretly chuckled and comforted her, "You didn't see everything, you still had your bra and panties on."

"What's the difference? My panties are so small, and I... I was touched all over..." My wife's
voice trailed off at the end, and when she talked about being touched all over by those grown men, her shy expression was like
a newly blossoming flower bud, her delicate red face truly endearing.

"They even pulled down your bra and saw your nipples! I saw them!" I teased my wife on purpose.
She playfully punched my chest and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying! Anyway, I'm not going. I'm too embarrassed."

"Really not going?"

My wife nodded.

"Really, really not going?"

My wife nodded again.

"Really, really, really not going?"

"Really, honey, I'm really scared. Let alone playing with them again, just thinking about it makes my face burn
so badly, I can't even breathe."

"Okay then." A few minutes later, Old Ding sent me a text message asking if I wanted to go out for dinner.
I thought to myself, "Damn it, this guy is having trouble finding my wife, so he must have thought of me first again. He's probably
asking me for advice and to try and find out about my wife, Ah Xin." "Honey, Old Man Ding
called you but you wouldn't come out, so he asked me to go out for dinner instead. Do you want to go?"

My wife lay back on the big bed, lazily rolling around. "Whatever."

I felt my wife was being a little hypocritical, but I wasn't entirely sure, so I tentatively said, "Then I won't go.
I'll stay home with you tonight."

"You don't want to go?" she asked back.

"What's the point? It's just a meal, we're not starving."

"Ah... well... okay... but..." My wife hesitated, and I continued to probe her.

"I think Old Ding couldn't find you, so he asked me out to dinner. It's probably more than just a meal."

"Huh? What do you think he means?" My wife's voice rose noticeably. She'd
gotten really interested. I quickly teased her, "I think he's hit
a wants to find out something about you from me to see how to win you back."

My wife blushed and punched my chest. "Where's your conscience? How can you sell out your wife like that
?"

"Oh no, I didn't say anything. I just said that old man definitely wants to find out something from me." "

So what are you going to do?"

"I'm not going to listen to you. If you don't want to go, then I won't go either. How about I stay home with you?"

I hugged her tighter. She looked down at me for a while, pouted, and said, "Then…"

…“Then you should still go. After all, we’ve known him for several months and are practically friends.
It wouldn’t be good to refuse his invitation to dinner outright. Just go have a meal with him and see what he asks you.”

I chuckled inwardly, “Hehe, honey, you’re just a little embarrassed
. You really want to go, don’t you?”

My wife turned her head away from me, pouting coquettishly, “Mind your own business~ You annoying rascal~ Go if you want, don’t go if you don’t
.”

I got up and dressed, texting my husband to tell him not to let Ah Zhen and Ah Hui come along. This time,
I had something special to tell him.

My wife sat up in bed, straightened my collar, and shook out my pants. I seized the opportunity to tease her,
"What should I say when the old man asks me all sorts of questions about you?"

"What will he ask?"

"Like, like asking if my husband is handsome, or why I would go out and
party with other men at such slutty places if he's so handsome."

"Get lost! You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth..." My wife blushed, trying to laugh but holding it back. She
buttoned up the last button of my collar, gave me a gentle push, and said, "If the old man really
asks that, just tell him my husband is average-looking. I'm sick of his face. I'm going to
die of boredom looking at him! I need some fun!"

"So that's your reason for going out looking for excitement?!"

"Yes! You admit it?" "

I don't know if she meant it sincerely or was just teasing me. Although it sounded more like a deliberate provocation
, it still made me quite happy. I put on my shoes, turned back one last time before leaving, and whispered
in my wife's ear, 'Do you want the old man to see you?'

My wife looked at me suspiciously. 'What are you talking about?'

'Do you want to experience that fiery look in a man's eyes again?'

'You're so annoying, honey, what are you trying to say?'

I lowered my voice even further. 'How about I bring the old man home later?'"

"No! Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no!" my wife shouted, but this was expected.
I immediately added, "Of course we can't let him into the house. I'll just take him to our backyard and let him peek at you
a few times to satisfy his lust."

My wife bit her lip, her delicate eyebrows slightly upturned. "That's not satisfying your lust at all.
If he sees me, won't he be even more... even more... burning with desire..."

When my wife said the last four words, "burning with desire," her face couldn't help but show shame and embarrassment. She probably remembered
last night when she was only wearing her underwear and Old Man Ding and Ah Zhen and Ah Hui's underwear were bulging with erections. I was secretly
delighted. "Hehe, that's for sure. Don't you feel embarrassed? You don't even need to see him. Just let him peek at you and
stimulate him to see how he plans to pursue you next."

"Haha, alright, go ahead. I'll get ready at home."

There's hope! I put on my shoes and drove out.

Old Ding and I arranged to meet at a Little Sheep hotpot restaurant in the city center. After eating hotpot for so long, I had a
feeling he had a lot to ask me.

When we arrived, Ah Zhen and Ah Hui weren't there, only Old Ding was sitting alone by the window,
drinking a cold drink. He warmly invited me to sit down.

"Oh, Uncle Ding, what's up? Why are you only inviting me out for dinner today?" I
said making a show of it.

"Oh, don't mention it. I originally wanted to invite you and Ah Xin together, but Ah Xin kept
making excuses and wouldn't come. Since I was free anyway, I just asked you to come out for a meal."

"Oh, I see. What did Ah Xin say?" I honestly didn't know those details.

Old Ding scrolled through his phone, a lewd smile creeping across his aging face. He replied, "
Yesterday we all ate a whole pot of tofu from Xin, didn't we? I think Xin, that woman, is quite wild at heart
. Don't let her blushing, coquettish appearance fool you; you can tell from her expression and the way she talks that she really
enjoyed it . I was thinking of striking while the iron was hot, before her enthusiasm waned, and doing another round.
But she refused to come out, saying she was too busy today, had to take care of the kids. I think those are just excuses."

"Oh? So what do you think she's actually thinking?"

Old Ding stroked his chin, took a sip of his cold drink, and thought for a moment before saying to me, "I think Xin,
that woman, is quite wild at heart, but also seems quite shy. Maybe she's just a little... not quite used to it...
maybe that's it, that's my opinion."

I then asked him, "So what's your plan for the next step?"

"I'm not quite sure, though. I think Ah Xin has some ideas, but she's not the
outgoing type. She's rather reserved, so it might take time. I really can't say for sure,
so I wanted to ask you for advice."

I was sweating bullets. This old man, a seasoned veteran of the brothel and a company boss, was incredibly perceptive
, especially when it came to women. "You really can't rush Ah Xin. She's always had a
very comfortable life. Besides her husband and Ah Bing, she's never let any other man touch her, not even someone like me... someone I've known
for so long. If she doesn't accept you, you can only follow her around. Don't even think
about having any improper thoughts. Yesterday, she let me look and touch her all over the place, which was already quite an achievement! So you're right, she
definitely needs time to adjust."

I wasn't just trying to fool Old Man Ding; it was the truth. Old Man Ding nodded and ordered
me a cold drink before starting the hot pot.

He asked me, "What does Ah Xin's family do? She has this air of a rich young lady. Judging from her white,
delicate and the nail polish she's wearing, you can tell she's not someone who does much work."

"Ah Xin's father is also in business, for many years, probably on par with you. They're very
well-off."

"And her husband?"

"Her husband...her husband is currently a manager at Ah Xin's father's company." I thought for
a moment and decided to tell the truth. Lying too much would be hard to cover up, and right now I just wanted to conceal my own identity
.

"Oh...I see. So, isn't Ah Xin's husband somewhat like an adopted son-in-law?"

The word "adopted son-in-law" sounded jarring to me, but I had to admit it was somewhat true.
Reluctantly I nodded.

"Then I'm really puzzled. You're such a young man, you have everything you could want, you're good-looking, and you have your own
career, so why didn't Xin fall for you and instead chose her husband who married into her family? I remember you said you met
her in junior high school, right? How come you're someone else's woman after all these years?"

I chuckled inwardly, but still put on a helpless expression. "So what if we met in junior high school? Her
husband has known her since they were 7 or 8 years old. Who am I to you?"

Old Man Ding looked astonished, then pondered for a while. "Oh, I see! There's a chance!" "

What chance?" I asked back.

"See, now it's easy to explain why Ah Xin is such a repressed flirt. Let me tell you,
if a woman isn't interested in you, she won't even say a word to you, and she might even block you. But
if a woman likes you but often rejects you, yet she doesn't block you and often chats and hangs out with you
, it means she does want to, but for some reason, she feels it's not the right time to take
that step. Do you understand what I mean? That's what repressed flirting is!"

"So... what does this have to do with her husband?"

"Are you stupid? If you stare at the same thing for ten years or so, don't you get tired of it? Don't you want something
new and exciting?"

Old Ding's words were a revelation. Damn it, I really don't know if he was talking about my wife Ah Xin or
me, or both.

"Now that you mention it, Ah Xin and her husband have known each other for almost 17 years. No wonder she's so
happy to run off and have fun behind her husband's back. Her husband probably doesn't know that Ah Xin has been going out so often lately, right?"

I shook my head and then nodded. "He knows, but he doesn't know exactly what she's doing or what she's doing.
And Ah Xin always comes home early, so her husband seems quite at ease."

"Oh, I see. Ah Xin lets you visit her house so often, so you two
must have a pretty good relationship. I think she has some feelings for you, right?"

I chuckled inwardly, trying not to let my smile betray me, and shook my head. "I don't know either. A woman's mind is like
the starry sky —you can see it, but you can't understand it."

"Let me teach you," I said. "You and Ah Xin's husband must be quite familiar, otherwise you wouldn't be able to
visit so easily."

I thought for a moment, considering how to convince Old Man Ding. "Yes, Ah Xin's husband and I are classmates
, and we've known each other for quite a while. We're like buddies."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, young man, to help this old man find out more about Ah Xin, whether
her husband is home or not, so we can make our move, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll do my best to help you whenever I can. But,
if you really manage to win over Ah Xin, don't forget my favor!"

Old Ding laughed heartily, drawing glances from half the people in the hot pot restaurant. He
lowered his voice awkwardly, "Don't worry, as long as we work together to get Ah Xin, I'll get a bite of meat and you'll get a sip of soup
, haha. But this time, I have a long-term plan for Ah Xin."

My interest was quickly piqued, and I asked, "Oh? What kind of plan do you have?"

"Well... tsk, it's hard to say yet. Ah Xin is very different from other women. I have a
goal , but I'm still far from it. I won't make any grand pronouncements."

"Please tell me, I really want to know what you're thinking so I can help."

Old Ding pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "It's really hard to say. I don't like to make big promises. I'll talk about
it after I've done it, then there won't be any problem. When I feel it's ready, I'll definitely tell you."

But how could I, as the husband, not want to find out the truth from a lecherous old man who was pursuing my wife with a plan, a scheme, and a goal?
"Uncle Ding, that's a bit unfair of you. I've gone to
such lengths and taken so much risk to help you, at least let me have some preparation."

Old Ding said lewdly, "Do you know the attic on the second floor of my house? You can see it from the outside, right?"

"Yes, but you can't see inside."

"Yes, that's right. You definitely can't see inside. My attic has a secret. When the time is right, I
'll take you in to see it. Of all the women I've successfully taken in, not one has ever
come out as an ordinary woman."

My heart skipped a beat. Curiosity killed the cat, and right now I was more than just curious. I thought about how
Old Man Ding was vividly boasting about his awesomeness, but as he spoke, I started to wonder if my wife would also come out as an ordinary woman if she were taken in. What kind of woman
would she become after that?
"Where are they..."

I didn't press further, so I changed the subject, asking, "So, Uncle Ding, you've had
women other than your wife before?"

Old Ding chuckled lewdly as he ate his hotpot. "Hehe, my wife and son died young.
After my wife died, I couldn't say I could never touch another woman, right? But even in
death, I had to maintain my wife's status and identity, so I didn't remarry. But since then, I've had many women."

I nodded, my face full of anticipation, waiting for Old Ding to continue. "Over ten years, I've had about...
six women, six women. Three of them were successful, haha." "

Successful? What successful? Successfully brought into the attic you mentioned?"

"Yes!" "

And then?"

"Later, because of their respective family reasons, they all moved away. One of them still lives relatively close, but
she has children, a job, and elderly parents, so she's quite busy and can't come over as often as before."

"They were all girls in their early twenties, right?" I asked deliberately.

"Of course! It's not like I'm looking for a wife, so of course I'll only play around with young and beautiful women!" Old Ding
answered me matter-of-factly. "Now that I'm getting older, meeting Ah Xin this time is like a fairy descending from heaven. She's such a good
catch, I think it's fate, so I have some plans."

"What plans, sir?"

"So, the most basic thing is, I want Ah Xin to be my... hehe... it's hard to say right now, but I
hope our relationship can last.
When I get older, I hope Ah Xin can be my last woman, so that she can come and keep me company often after I retire. Of course, when I'm fucking her cunt from behind, you'll
definitely be fucking her tender mouth from the front, right?"

As I thought about the threesome scene Old Ding described, hmm! Having a threesome with an old man over my most beloved and
cherished wife, that's fucking exciting! My dick immediately started getting aroused!

I nodded and applauded repeatedly. The lecherous old man got a little excited when he talked about this, and added, "When I first saw Xin at
Bing 's company, even fully clothed, I thought she was absolutely stunning
. Last night, a few of us stripped her down to just a bra and panties. Her white flesh jiggled, and
the touch was like touching tofu—so delicate and smooth. It was so captivating. I'm getting more and more
jealous of her husband."

I swallowed hard, my throat burning. Listening to an old man describe the feel and
love was driving me crazy. "You're right. Yesterday, when I touched my... when I touched Xin's breasts,
it felt like touching a water bag. I really wanted to suck on them."

"Yeah, yeah, and her ass, so white and tender, so round and smooth. Let's just say
this . I'm asking you, when we were having fun yesterday, Ah Zhen, Ah Hui, and I both
pulled down her panties and saw her labia and cunt. You didn't miss it when you were buried between her legs, did you?
Tell me, have you ever seen a prettier cunt?"

"...No,...really no. Her labia majora were so thick and fleshy, with a few sparse pubic hairs scattered on
them . Last night, my dick was so hard I almost wanted to rape her."

"Haha, right? I clearly saw her labia majora dripping with vaginal fluid last night.
She was fucking horny. But let me tell you, don't be impulsive. We have to arouse
her , make her feel like we're good at having fun, but we won't force her anything. Make her feel like it's fun and she feels safe.
I'm telling you, do as I say, and one day you'll taste even greater sweetness."

"Of course! Please just tell me what you need!"

"Okay, from now on, please keep an eye on Ah Xin's husband for me. See which days he goes to work and which days he
doesn't, and what time he gets off work. If he's not home one day, report to me."

I nodded repeatedly, "Of course, no problem!"

"Also, pay close attention to Ah Xin's emotions. For example, what she's been doing lately, whether she's been
exercising , what she likes to cook at home, and how her relationship with her husband is. Do they
do anything together? Keep an eye on everything and report to me from time to time. If anything unusual happens,
let me know immediately, understand?"

"I'll remember your instructions!"

"Good." Old Ding patted my shoulder. I was so excited my voice trembled slightly. After thinking for a moment, I asked
, "Uncle Ding, do you still have the flesh-colored pantyhose you got from Ah Xin last night?"

"Of course I'll keep it! Damn, it's not only covered in Ah Xin's stench, but it also has some of
her pee on it. It's so thick it's unbearable, of course I'll keep it. What, you want it?"

I nodded vigorously, but Old Man Ding looked hesitant, which I knew perfectly well. "Uncle Ding, of course I'll
pay you . Ah Xin sometimes asks me to tidy up their yard, so I have a key to their backyard.
How about we make a deal? You give me the flesh-colored pantyhose you got from Ah Xin yesterday, and I'll take you to
Ah Xin's backyard. Maybe we'll see something, right?"

Old Man Ding thought about it carefully and it seemed to make sense. He gave me a wink, and after leaving the hot pot restaurant, he went to his car and got
me the flesh-colored pantyhose my wife had worn yesterday. I cursed inwardly
. Damn, he even brought my wife's stinky socks with him when he drove. Was he going to smell the stench of the pantyhose while driving?

After we finished eating and drinking, I stuffed the stockings into my pocket and, somewhat awkwardly, secretly sent my wife a text message:
"Honey, we're back! Are you ready?" I deliberately used "we" instead of "I."
My wife didn't reply, only sending a shy emoji.

To be honest, I felt really uneasy and uneasy. On one hand, it felt a bit dangerous; there's a phrase that perfectly describes
my current situation: letting a wolf into the house, right? But on the other hand, it was also really exciting, because bringing the old man to my
house to spy on my beloved wife—even I didn't know what would happen next.

After getting out of the car, we opened the back gate of my backyard and naturally tiptoed, trying not to make too much
noise .

The backyard of the detached house is U-shaped. From the living room to the bedroom to the kitchen, except for the second small living room and the side bedroom,
everything faces the backyard. But I didn't dare take the old man too far into the middle; I only dared to walk on
the outer edge of the yard. A large area in the middle could be seen from the living room. If we bumped into my wife inside, it
would be a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead. So I took Old Ding with me, and the two of us, big men,
crouched awkwardly under the window, pressed against the wall. I pointed to the window, "This is...this is their bedroom."

Old Ding craned his neck and peered through the window, then whispered to me, "The window is closed, and the curtains are all
drawn ."

"Can't you see anything?"

Old Ding glanced again, shook his head, "I can't see anything."

"Wait here for a bit." I was still worried, so I pressed myself against the wall to the edge of the living room,
thinking I wouldn't be afraid of being seen. But all the floor-to-ceiling curtains in our living room were drawn, except
for a tiny gap at the edge. I saw my beloved wife, A Xin, leisurely lying on the sofa playing on her phone.
I was standing outside the window, and my wife quickly noticed me, rolled her eyes at me, and crossed her legs.

I turned around and called Old Ding over. The two of us, one on each side, pressed against the wall and peered through the gap in the curtains
.

My wife was still lying on the sofa playing with her phone. A casual glance in our direction made
Old Man shudder and shrink back. But she quickly composed herself,
and the old man thought it was just a coincidence. When he peeked back in, she had already stood up, stretched, yawned, and taken a few steps to the left and
right but didn't leave the living room. I knew she was doing it on purpose!

My wife had indeed dressed up, wearing a light white pleated sundress. Her long hair was casually
hanging down over her shoulders, and she wore white stockings. The white stockings blended seamlessly
with the light white dress, complementing her fair and smooth skin, perfectly embodying the meaning of purity and beauty. Her light
makeup and shiny lipstick showed that she had prepared in advance, and quite meticulously at that.

Old Ding stared, a lewd grin spreading across his face. It was honestly a little disgusting, but undeniably exciting.
If his previous interactions with my wife might have had an element of pretense, now, his
spying on her revealed her most authentic and fundamental side.

Of course, he didn't know that his wife already knew we were outside the door.

For the first six or seven minutes, my wife did nothing, glancing at her phone and rolling around on the sofa,
seemingly unsure what to do. I thought this was a sign of nervousness; she wouldn't normally
wander around like that even when bored. After about ten minutes, she finally couldn't take it anymore, threw down her phone, lay down on the sofa, and did
something that shocked, made me sweat, and excited all at the same time!

My wife's face was flushed with an undisguised blush and a smile. She slowly turned to lie on her side on the sofa,
her S-shaped figure already arousing Old Man Ding, who was peeping outside the window. Then, I saw her delicate hand
slowly touch her breast, her five slender fingers grasping
it and gently kneading it back and forth. Her tense yet lustful eyes inadvertently swept over us, then quickly looked away, then
inadvertently swept over again, then looked away again.

Old Man Ding swallowed hard, his nose almost touching the window. I quickly signaled him to be careful and not
give anything away .

My wife's breathing gradually became heavier. She clearly pondered for a moment, and finally reached out and pulled down her camisole
. Her upper body was quickly exposed to the air, her full, high breasts
covered by a pink bra, her delicate, smooth skin and chest fully revealed.

The slip dress slipped down to her waist and continued to fall. My wife swung her legs, clad in white pantyhose,
back and , slowly kicking the slip dress off her body. At that moment, I was surprised to discover that my wife was wearing white pantyhose...
She wasn't wearing underwear on her lower body. A small tuft of dark pubic hair was faintly visible beneath the white pantyhose, forming a somewhat messy inverted triangle between her
tightly closed legs, subtly revealing her pubic area.

Even I felt my mouth go dry at that moment. I suddenly glanced down and saw that, damn it, that old man Ding
was hard, and he even couldn't help but touch his crotch a few times through his pants.

If I was somewhat prepared for this situation, what my wife did next
completely caught me off guard. My wife, half-naked and
wearing , lay elegantly on the sofa like a noble concubine. She licked her slender fingers,
then playfully touched her breasts. Gradually, she relaxed, her blush deepening,
and a pinkish hue appeared on her fair skin.

She stood up, somewhat nervous but trying to control herself, and went to the table to peel fruit. With a piece of
fruit , she pretended to pick up her phone to text a friend, then wandered around,
watering the potted plants. As she moved about, she wore a pink bra and white
pantyhose , occasionally facing Old Man Ding, who was peeping at her. Her thick, dark pubic hair was hidden
beneath the stockings, and her rather plump labia rubbed together with her movements. Those moments instantly
ignited a fire within me, let alone Old Man Ding, who was infatuated with my beloved wife!

My wife's breathing became increasingly rapid. Knowing there were two men spying on us,
she deliberately displayed her delicate body. The pleasure of being watched gradually built up, and she became distracted while eating
fruit and playing on her phone. Gritting her teeth, she pursed her lips and boldly squeezed her breast with one hand.
She seemed to feel that wearing only her bra wasn't enough, but she was also wary of Old Ding spying nearby. She stood up,
turned around , and faced away from us.

My wife's smooth back, from her shoulders to her shapely, fleshy buttocks, was completely exposed. Only her two pink
buttocks were encased in white pantyhose. She reached behind her back and slowly unhooked her bra.
The pink bra fell to the ground with a thud. At this moment, my beloved wife's entire white, tender body was truly
displayed before us. However, she deliberately turned her back to us and intentionally or unintentionally twisted her body a few times from side to side,
her large, full breasts faintly appearing in our view from behind.

Just as I was feeling both terrified and excited by my wife's boldness, Old Man Ding touched his erect penis through
his pants and began masturbating as if no one else was around. My wife, burning with desire,
glanced back at us and quickly fled from the main living room to the smaller living room, further away from us.
The gap was already small, and we could only barely see my wife's figure at a glance. But her features were still
clear . She lay panting on the sofa in the small living room, her legs, clad in white pantyhose
, raised high and spread wide. She tilted her head back and reached one hand between her legs. Although we couldn't see clearly, her
loud moan almost made Old Man Ding shout out, "Oh!! Ah Xin is masturbating! Look, Ah Xin is
masturbating!"

"Shh! Shh! Keep your voice down!"

I don't know if my wife heard me, but she turned to the side, facing us, Old Man Ding, from
a . Her burning eyes were fixed on
the slit we were peeping through. She didn't care that her two full, white breasts were hanging on her chest with gravity. Her spread
legs were like the character "匚", and through the thin white pantyhose, she
boldly exposed her female genitalia, covered with thick, dark pubic hair and plump labia, to us.

She stroked and rubbed her labia through her pantyhose, but soon she was no longer satisfied. With a "rip,"
she tore a small opening in the crotch of her pantyhose, and her slender finger couldn't help but rub her labia several times.
Finally, slowly, her finger slipped between her labia, and then slowly the whole finger was inserted into her
vagina . Her wife's mouth was in an "O" shape, and she was breathing heavily. Her little toes, encased in white stockings, were jumping up and down,
tightly curled up and clenched into a ball, as if they were going to tear the toes of the white stockings.

Old Ding watched intently, and even I couldn't resist the temptation and started masturbating. My wife, with
her legs masturbated in front of us for about seven or eight minutes, muttering incoherent moans.
But as her excitement grew, she suddenly cried out, "Aww!! Husband!!... Hmm... Come
back, husband! I miss you! Oh!~ Hmm... So good... So comfortable! Oh... Husband!..."

My wife cried out, and as soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly stood up, her large
, soft , and ran quickly into the bedroom, her legs rubbing her labia.

Seeing this, Old Ding ran along the wall to the bottom of our bedroom window, but the window and curtains were tightly closed,
and apart from the occasional moan from my wife, he couldn't see anything.

Old Ding was also burning with desire, and unfortunately, he saw my wife's clothes drying in the backyard: coats,
skirts, hot pants, bras, thongs, and of course, several pairs of clean stockings—long ones,
lace and pantyhose. I followed Old Ding's gaze and whispered to him, "Uncle Ding,
you can't take the bras and clothes, they'll find out. You can take a pair of stockings, though. It's windy here; stockings
are so light, it wouldn't be surprising if a few were blown away and found on the street. Do you want one?..."

"Really?" Old Ding asked again to confirm, seemingly having the desire but not the courage.

I nodded firmly.

"So, you're just stealing Ah Xin's stockings every day?"

I thought to myself, "Pshaw, why would I need to steal my wife's stockings?" "Well, not every day, but
once in a while is enough. I can sneak a sniff, and when Ah Xin is taking a nap, I can secretly masturbate on her
bra and ejaculate on it..."

Looking back now, I admire myself for coming up with such a perverted idea, but at the time, I
really managed to sway Old Man Ding a little. My wife was masturbating in the room, and we two grown
men were burning with lust. After I said that, Old Man Ding gave me a wink, and I knew he definitely wouldn't be
the first to go for it. I carefully took off my wife's bra, went to the corner, and unzipped my pants.
Seeing this, Old Man Ding quickly took off my wife's bra and pantyhose that were hanging outside, and rushed to the corner.
I loosened my belt.

Inside the room, my beloved wife, aroused by our voyeuristic gaze, moaned incessantly. Not far away,
Old Ding and I were masturbating, using my wife's bra to hold our penises and stroking them.
Old Ding was even using my wife's bra to cover his beaded penis, his excited and erect penis trembling
. While masturbating with my wife's bra, he also wrapped his testicles in my wife's stockings and
stroked them .

Five minutes, ten minutes... Old Ding was almost at his limit. The extreme stimulation brought me close
to orgasm as well. My scrotum swelled and bulged, and thick semen poured out like a faucet turned on, flooding
my wife's bra cups. Seeing that I had ejaculated into the cups, Old Ding didn't think much and
couldn't hold back any longer. His two testicles, covered in goosebumps, contracted violently, and he took a deep
breath and began to ejaculate wildly into my wife's bra. The thickness and quantity of the semen
were astonishing.

"What...what should we do? Will Ah Xin find out?"

I smiled. Of course she'd be found out, but luckily I had a flash of inspiration. I said,
"Don't worry, I usually use my fingers to spread the semen evenly on my bra. It'll be invisible when the sun dries, but
it will harden a little after it dries. But at least Ah Xin won't suspect that."

Old Man Ding was also thinking he had no other choice. Men are just prone to sexual arousal, and he
trusted me a lot. So he used his fingers to spread the thick, yellowish-white semen he had just ejaculated on my wife's bra evenly
, covering the entire bra cup inside and out with semen. It really did look almost invisible
, and some of it was even absorbed.

After I calmed down after ejaculating, Old Ding wandered around a couple more times. I said, "Let's come back another day.
I'm afraid something will happen if I stay too long."

Old Ding nodded. "Hey, Guang, do you want me to get a copy of that key you have?" I said

, "Huh?"

Then I realized that I've always been stingy, but I'm not stingy. It's just that I
would never feel comfortable giving the key to my backyard to a stranger. But Old Ding teased me a bit more. I didn't want
to give myself away also wanted to do Old Ding a favor. Most importantly, he's rich. He's
much richer than me. I don't have to worry about thieves with strangers, but he doesn't. Of course, I have other worries too.

I said to him, "Uncle Ding, I can give this to you, but you must promise me
that you'll let me check things out first, see if Ah Xin's husband and she are home,
when they'll be back, what they're doing, and only after I'm sure they're safe and sound, okay?"

Old Ding nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, of course. This time, I really owe
you a favor. If you ever need any help in the future, or if you just tell me your request, I'll definitely help you!"

"No problem! Remember, it's mainly about Ah Xin's share... I have to..."

"Hahaha, I know, I know."

Having finally seen Old Man Ding off, words like "perverted," "pornographic," "exposure," "cuckolding," "selling one's wife," and "green hat" instantly
flooded my mind. I rushed home, quickly stripped off my clothes, and saw my beloved wife
naked, her two large, plump, white breasts exposed. Her breasts covered her smooth chest,
trembling rhythmically with her breath. She lay on the bed with her legs in an M-shape, her labia opening and
closing with her breath, exuding a thick, clear, lustful aura.

Without a word, I lifted my wife's legs, placing her long, beautiful legs, encased in white pantyhose,
on my shoulders. My now-erect and hard penis thrust forcefully and quickly into my wife
's vagina.

"Oh!!...Husband...Husband...I...Oh~..."

I thrust in and out forcefully and quickly, releasing all the pent-up desire from my earlier masturbation into my wife's tender
vagina, slamming her plump buttocks again and again, my testicles slapping against her
anus out continuously.

"Little slut! Oh! Is it good?! Is it good, slut!" "

Oh! Husband...be gentle...it feels good...so good..."

"Is it better to be fucked by me or to be watched by Old Man Ding?!"

"Both...both...husband! Waaah...waaah...waaah..." That day, my wife really cried out loud
, and I slowed down my thrusting when I heard her cry, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?"

"Husband... just now I... sob..."

"We all saw it, Old Man Ding saw it too."

My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her long, curved eyelashes covering her pupils, her delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed
together , her appearance both pitiful and full of adorable tenderness. "Hmm... husband... I'm sorry... I
was so rude... sob... sob..."

I gently stroked my wife's face, giving her comforting
caresses teasing and stirring inside my wife's vagina, constantly searching for and stimulating the most sensitive parts of her vagina.
My wife's crying quickly stopped, replaced by soft, weak moaning sounds.

"Wife, you looked so beautiful just now."

"Husband..."

"I love you like this. So aloof outside, but at home, no, with my permission, so wanton."

"I'm not wanton..." "

You're lying."

"No..."

"If you're not wanton, why were you masturbating in front of us just now?"

"Ugh... I'm being stared at by you all... and you're staring... and I just... husband... I'm sorry,
I was so indecent... sob."

"It's okay, I love you like this. How about I bring Old Man Ding home again next time?
Next time, don't go to the small living room, let him see more clearly."

"Oh!~... husband... you... um~... pervert..."

"Is it good to be spied on?"

"..."

"Answer me."

"No..."

"Answer me, I want to hear!" Saying that, I thrust in and out forcefully several times, causing my wife to scream twice.

"Sob... but..."

"Tell me! Was it fun to be watched?!"

"Ugh...no..."

"Wasn't it because you were masturbating in front of us just now?"

"Because...because..."

"Because it was fun to be watched by a man, right?"

"No..."

"Say yes!"

"Ugh...yes..."

"We were masturbating in the backyard with your bra and stockings that you left hanging outside."

"Huh?" My wife looked shocked. I chuckled, thinking, "Unexpected, huh? Me too."

"Old Ding ejaculated all his semen on your bra, a huge blob, white and yellowish."

"How disgusting!"

"He was afraid you'd find out, so I told him to use his fingers to smooth out all the semen on your bra
so you wouldn't notice."

"Oh! Husband... um... I'm going to... I'm going to come! Um~ Throw it away, I don't want it anymore! Um~"

"No! I want you to wear a bra covered in Old Ding's semen to work tomorrow!"

"Oh husband! I can't take it anymore! Don't say it again!!~ Um!..." Just then, my wife reached
another climax. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting, her cervix like a
black hole sucking my kidneys until they were soft. I immediately stopped thrusting, and only after my wife's climax subsided did I
resume thrusting slowly and gently, like a massage.

"Um~... Husband..."

"Was it good?"

This time, my wife blushed and nodded.

"Listen to me, let's have some fun together, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Tomorrow at work, wear this bra that's covered in that old lecher's semen."

"Hmm... whatever you say, honey."

I smiled slightly and pulled a wad of stockings from my pocket. "Look what this is."

"The pantyhose I wore yesterday!"

"Hehe, that's right."

"You really got them back from him!"

"Of course! I only thought of giving him a chance to peek at my
beautiful wife just to get these stockings back... But... I think I won both ways, hahaha."

"Ugh... honey... you're such a pervert."

"Look at your stockings, they were on your legs yesterday, clean and neat, you even used them to blindfold yourself.
But look at them , what are these patches on them?" "You

're so annoying..."

"Tell me, tell me quickly."

"Ugh... Old Ding's... semen..." My wife blushed.

"Wear this stocking to work tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay... whatever you say, honey."

"Hehe, next time I bring Old Man Ding to our house, you're not allowed to go into the small living room. You have to stay in the big living room
so Old Man Ding can get a good look at you masturbating up close!"

"Ugh... honey! You'll be disgusted with me then!"

"What's wrong with taking a look! I want you to fuck Old Man Ding! Ouch!!" As soon as I said that, my wife bit my shoulder
hard . I stopped and rubbed my shoulder.

She squinted her almond-shaped eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and breathed hot air onto my face, carrying a
sweet fragrance and my wife's scent. "Honey, are you serious?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Want to try other men's dicks?"

To my surprise, my wife pouted. "It's not like I haven't tried them before." As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to slap
herself "Honey, I..."

I naturally couldn't care less. Instead, I encouraged her. "What's the comparison between that idiot Abing and Old Man Ding? Want to try
the dick of an old and strong man like Old Man Ding?"

"Ugh... I thought you were just joking with me... just saying it to liven things up..."

"Damn it, I'm serious. I hate Abing so much, but I still put up with letting him sleep with you once.
What's Old Man Ding? Besides, I think Old Man Ding is much more interesting than that idiot Abing."

"Really?... " My wife looked at me suspiciously.

"Hmm, are you tempted?"

My wife tilted her head, not answering. I thought to myself, she's all talk and no action, but her body is quite honest. I felt
that a direct approach was a bad strategy; gentleness was the best way to conquer a woman. So I changed the subject, "Honey,
tell me the truth. If you really don't want to, of course I won't force you."

"Hmm..."

"Want to try the taste of a wild man?"

"Yes...yes, a little...just a tiny bit."

"Hehe, yes, yes, that's it. Abing likes you so much, but he's being dominated by that old man Ding like a fool. If
Abing knew that old man Ding slept with you, he'd be so angry he'd vomit blood...oh, just thinking about it makes me feel so good
."

My wife playfully punched my back, pouting, "Why do you hate him so much?"

"Do you still like him?"

"No, I've seen through him..."

"Hehe," I laughed out loud again when I heard my wife's evaluation of Ah Bing. I quickly ran to the
yard retrieved the bra that Old Man Ding had just ejaculated on and was still drying outside. I gently covered my wife
's high breasts with it. "Come on, try it out and see what it feels like to have a bra covered in Old Man Ding's semen covering your breasts."

My wife's breathing immediately became rapid. "Eek! ~ How disgusting, take it away~" Although my wife
said this, she still let me play with her breasts and didn't resist at all.

"Does it feel like your breasts are covered in semen? What does it feel like?"

"Oh!...Oh...Honey...It's sticky, it feels so disgusting...Wet and hot...
Oh...Oh my god..."

"He just ejaculated, it's not dry yet. Look, if I lift it up a little, it's sticky, the semen is still
sticking your breasts to your bra." I said as I did it, and my wife couldn't help but
look down. Immediately, her lower abdomen arched, she took a deep breath, and hugged my neck, "
Honey ! I'm feeling it again! Oh..."

"Say 'Honey, fuck me!'"

"Honey, fuck me..."

"Or let Old Man Ding fuck you!"

"Mmm...Anything is fine."

"Really?!"

"Really, honey!"

"Wife, I love you! I love your sexy side!"

"Darling, I love you too... Oh!~"

It turns out, controlling oneself is very difficult, especially when faced with desire. Since that day,
the problem wasn't whether I tattled on things to Old Man Ding, but that Old Man Ding's mother would come every day asking,
"Hey, Guang, is Xin's husband home today?" I suddenly felt it was incredibly troublesome,
like I'd gotten myself into a huge burden, having to deal with Old Man Ding every day.

But more importantly, my wife is gradually opening up.
The , there were still some feelings between them, especially since first love is such a special
thing. It's easy for a sentimental and emotional woman to recall many special feelings. However

, for a woman to accept a man she's never met, has never had any contact with, and even initially disliked

, it's almost impossible without something pushing things along.

That's from my wife's perspective. As for me, it's a complicated matter. I really hate
Abing . He stole my wife's first love, her first kiss, and it tormented me for years
. Thankfully, she still has her virginity, otherwise I'd want to chop him up. I'm not so angry about him sleeping with my wife anymore, since my
schemes defeated him. However, now, thinking back on how Abing slept with my wife, I have absolutely no
interest it. All I feel is hatred and disgust. Instead, imagining how Old Man Ding might sleep
with my beloved wife in the future excites me immensely.

The next day at work, my wife wasn't very cooperative. After I reminded her, she blushed but didn't
refuse , putting on the bra and stockings that Old Man Ding had ejaculated on the day before. She acted strangely at the company,
but I found her expression quite enjoyable. In the company, I'm the manager and she's my assistant. We're a husband-and-wife high-level management team. I
found an opportunity to call her into my office and teased her provocatively, "How does it feel? Working in a bra covered in other people's
semen ."

My wife punched me hard, and just as she was about to ignore me and walk out of the office, she turned back and gave me a flirtatious smile.
"It's disgusting, but it's kind of comfortable...hehe."

I patted my wife's butt, which was wearing a bodycon dress. "Did
you ?"

My wife pinched my cheek, and we teased each other. "Pervert~" "Honey, what you said last
night , was it really true?"

Seeing my wife bring it up, I felt the time was ripe. "Of course! Don't think I don't know.
You rarely wear white stockings, but yesterday, you wore them because you heard Old Man Ding was coming.
Tell me, did you ask Ah Zhen, Ah Hui, or Old Man Ding himself? That lecherous old man loves white stockings the most
."

My wife felt a sense of shame, as if her little secret had been exposed. She couldn't help but show it on her face, trying to
hide it with an innocent smile, but it was full of flaws. "Oh...tsk...oh, you're so annoying..."

"So what happened? Old Man Ding asked you out again?"

My wife nodded, waving her phone.

"I'm going. Is something on your mind?"

"Don't tease me."

"How about I talk to him? Should I get him to be more proactive? You were so reluctant
and hesitant , he was really flustered."

"Really?"

"Really! When he was eating with me, he was completely at a loss, constantly asking me, 'Oh, what should I
do?' I've known you, Ah Xin, for so many years, I know you very well. You should give him some advice. He
's so infatuated with you, he can't help himself."

My wife looked doubtful, but still seemed a little happy. I continued, "Isn't it great to be pursued by
a man ?" Damn, vain woman, of course I didn't say it out loud. "I'll go and make him more proactive,
see what other tricks he has up his sleeve. Maybe if he makes you happy, you can reward him with your body? Huh? Right
?"

My wife chuckled softly, "Hehe, we'll see how he behaves."

I unusually took the initiative to invite Old Man Ding out. My main purpose wasn't to convey the news that my wife was
overjoyed , but rather, through this message, I wanted to get something out of Old Man Ding. I said to him
, "Uncle Ding, guess what happened after we left yesterday?"

Old Ding made a few random guesses and then told me to just tell him. I said, "After we left yesterday,
the beautiful Ah Xin actually took the initiative to ask me out for a chat and invited me to dinner, which is quite unusual for her."

Old Ding nodded, not saying anything to signal me to continue. I said, "Ah Xin told me
a lot yesterday. She actually cares about you a lot because Ah Bing hurt her a lot. Her husband is just an
ordinary person, and although I'm her good friend, we're not in that kind of romantic relationship. So she feels
that you, Uncle Ding, are pursuing her like that, and she's actually very happy inside."

Bullshit! My wife is happy, that's true, but it's just a woman's vanity of being pursued by a man. My
wife 's husband is anything but ordinary, otherwise, how could he have you, Old Ding, and Ah Bing so easily
? Of course, I still had to be careful with my words. I continued, "She told me that she's feeling quite lost right now.
Actually, she likes you a lot, but she feels you're too old and you two might not be a good match. So when you
asked her out the other day, she turned you down. So you know what I mean? She actually likes you, but she feels you're
too much older than her. But without you, she feels her life is too boring. The
time we spend together has made her very happy; she's already tasted the sweetness of it all. Now she definitely doesn't want to go back to
her monotonous old days, but... well, she also has some reservations." "Obstacles, so..."

Old Ding scoffed, "Tch, how can a young man in his early twenties compare to me? Even
someone as outstanding as you, Ah Guang, couldn't win over that aloof beauty, could you? Don't mind me saying this, it's just the truth.
So , Ah Guang, what do you think is the best thing to do now?"

Pshaw! I don't believe you, Old Ding, could really win over such a difficult
woman without me, but I still spoke sweetly, nodding repeatedly in agreement, and then suggested, "I
think she's currently struggling with whether or not to accept your offer. You should take it a step further, make her..."
Go all out and do your best to coax my old man... Ah Xin... make her feel that she can't let you go. Don't be sad because of
one rejection. Strike while the iron is hot, otherwise she will really forget about you when the days pass. "

Old Ding shook his head. "Your analysis is good, but I have a better plan. If A-Xin
really thinks that way, our most important thing is to make her feel that having me around
makes her happier than her ordinary life, without affecting her other normal life. I have two plans. If A-Xin
talks to you again or asks you anything, please put in a good word for me. If it works, I'll give you a
big reward !"

I nodded and bowed, "Thank you, Uncle Ding!"

Sure enough, just one day later, my wife was on her phone early in the morning, excitedly playing
something. Seeing that I was awake, she lay down beside me. I sleepily said, "What are you doing,
playing on your phone so early in the morning?"

"What did you talk about with Old Ding yesterday?"

"Me? What happened? What happened with Old Ding? Why is it that lately every topic revolves around Old Ding
?"

"You're still talking! Answer me first!"

"I didn't say anything to him. I was just joking with him about my wife—no, Ah Xin actually
likes . She rejected you the day before yesterday because she really had something to do. Don't be discouraged, keep trying! That's all."

Of course, I wouldn't go into the details, just let my wife know the gist. My wife didn't believe me and kept asking, "That's it, nothing
else?"

"No, that's all. What did Old Man Ding say to you?" I sat up, wanting to look at my phone
screen, but my wife giggled and shrank back, rolling off the bed to prevent me from seeing! She quickly replied to a few messages on her phone and then
turned it off . To this day, I still don't know
exactly what Old Man Ding said to my wife on that day!

"What did he say? Why can't I see it?"

My wife shook her head with a grin. "Haha... I can't see it, but Old Man Ding said he's planning to take
me to Los Angeles next week, to Universal Studios, Disneyland, Hollywood... even though we've been there before...
haha."

"But what? Let me see, let me see what Old Man Ding said to you."

My wife still shook her head with a grin. "Hehe, no way, it's like this. Do you think I should go?"

I thought to myself that Old Man Ding was just trying to create an opportunity for my wife to be alone with him. "Am
I included?"

"No~ No Ah Zhen, no Ah Hui, and no you, my husband. Old Man Ding said it's just him and me."

"So you want to go?"

My wife grinned, then shook her head and said, "Hmm... no, it's not good for a girl like me to travel with an old
man ."

Damn it, she's still pretending with me. Of course, I didn't curse her out loud. "Go, go, go! Of course you should go! It's a rare opportunity to
travel . Don't worry about me taking time off work."

"Honey! It's just me and Old Man Ding. I'm going on a long trip alone with an old man. Are
n't you afraid your fragile little wife... will be violated? What will we do then?"

"That old man wouldn't dare rape you!"

"Who knows?"

"What if he really tries to rape you on the road?"

"Then I'll just have to call the police."

"What if he tries something gentle? You can just throw yourself into his arms, okay?"

"You want to?"

"Of course I do!"

"But I'm scared. Being alone with him so far away, I'm afraid he might do
something ... inappropriate..."

I thought to myself, "Isn't that exactly what I wanted?" I hugged my wife from behind. Actually, I think that right now,
just thinking about being alone with an old man, it's no wonder something might happen. Just thinking about
it makes her excited. "Go ahead. My phone's on 24/7. If he makes you unhappy, one phone call
and I'll buy a plane ticket to pick you up."

"Then... I really agree to him?"

"Mmm!" I whispered in my wife's ear, breathing warm air onto her sensitive earlobe and ear canal, causing her to
tremble and lie limply in my arms. "Tell me your thoughts when you get back."

"What if I'm not feeling well? That guy looks pretty scary."

"What if he's like he claims, having met so many women he says he's had a great time?"

"Well...we'll see..."

See you later? Heh heh, get lost! Don't even think about it. You'd be more worried about you going out with him alone than I am
!

"Honey, stop teasing me! I told you I'm worried, I don't want to agree to his proposal..."

I thought for a moment. Leaving my wife alone with the old man, without any protection or control, was definitely not an option.
I remembered Old Man Ding's second suggestion, so I said to my wife, "Just find an excuse to refuse him. I
don't think he'll give up easily. Let's see what he does next."

My wife nodded, her face full of anticipation. "Okay..."

(To be continued)

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