[Sending My Wife Off to Her Wedding - Awkward and Hesitant Expression] (The End) Author: Shell-Picking Fisherman

Author: Picking Shells and Fishing Old Man
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Sending My Wife Off to Marry - A Shy

Pornographic Novel, all based on good intentions, yet like a rusty and mottled bomber. No matter which era it hovers over,
there are always people waiting, waiting for it to project a bright rainbow.

Ladies and gentlemen! This is the captain's announcement: We are departing from Dubai and are scheduled to arrive at
Addis Ababa .

My wife is going to marry far away in Africa, and I am the best man in her dowry.

Why are you sending your wife off to marry?

It's complicated, just like my current feelings. No one asks, and I won't say:
How I hugged and kissed my wife before leaving for the plane this morning!

The reason I'm sending my beloved wife off to marry is because I bought a bunch of yellow lilies, which somehow managed to make my wife's
dowry bigger, causing her native lilies to bear two long, cylindrical capsules.

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Chapter One: Romantic Encounters

The day of the incident was during the rainy season, a relentless downpour!

Too lazy to bring an umbrella, I ran and jumped, searching for the next rooftop; hoping for a sudden spark of inspiration, a writer's dream, often appearing unexpectedly on
rainy days .

The big langgou next door was again, its tongue lolling out towards my door. Its crimson penis
was almost touching the ground, still dripping water. What I found most unbearable was that its saliva always dripped onto my wife's
pure white lilies.

Seeing me rush back in such a hurry, it twitched its ears, withdrew its penis, and retreated to the side.

What are you looking at? I'm newly married and happy; you bachelor, don't try to covet my wife. I turned on the tap, washing
the saliva off the blooming lilies, and also rinsing away that lecherous langgou.

"I'm home!" Entering, I didn't see Tang Ni; her voice came from the kitchen.

"Welcome home! Honey, I'm going to take a shower, dinner's ready!" My wife greeted me, pulling off her apron as she walked
. Her eyes lit up; she was cooking, wearing only a bra and panties.

I froze, but she flew over. "Wow! Yellow lilies, are they for me?" She took
the lilies from my hand, smelled them, and twirled around, saying,

"Look, you picked these, yellow. They look bright on me. Do they fit?" She chattered away, making me blush.
I said, "I thought I'd wear yellow while cooking because I like yellow, so you'd have a better appetite, right?"

I pulled at her bra; yellow lace really suited her soft breasts. A few ripples were alluring. I couldn't resist
taking a deep breath. My wife giggled playfully and asked, "Didn't you eat lunch?"

"I'm hungry!" I pounced like a hungry tiger.

"Ah! The meat's on the table, not here!" Fresh meat is delicious, so I grabbed her snowy breasts and started to devour them.

"I've been feeding you this for a year, aren't you tired of it?" She clearly put a lot of effort into it, laying out a table full of delicious food, but what I
was really interested was the lingerie.

"Oh my! You're not even eating, how are you sucking my mushrooms!" I spread her legs; they were indeed very pink and tender. Is there
anyone happier than me? Definitely not.

"Your breasts have gotten bigger lately, you've gained weight?" "No, I measured yesterday, I've grown a little taller to 176 cm, but
my weight is still 55 kg. It's all because of this guy, touching and sucking me every night, promoting development... Honey, next time you
should buy a D cup!"

The lovingly prepared dinner got cold. Appetizers, main courses, playful banter, all wet and sticky, the meal didn't end until after 8 pm, finally
reaching its full potential .

"Yu-long! My trumpet lily, what color will the next generation be after breeding the yellow lilies you bought?"

The potted trumpet lily by the door, a native Taiwanese species, was the only dowry she brought with her. I thought it was shabby,
but she treasured it.

White lilies represent sweetness and purity; yellow lilies represent hypocrisy. That's right! I only
give gifts when I'm horny, and I even choose yellow lingerie.

After our sex was over, she wouldn't let me get up, instead fetching a hot towel to clean up the mess. Watching her tender and
careful movements, I felt so happy!

Once clean, she got up, put on her robe, picked up the bouquet of yellow lilies I'd given her, vase and all, and flew away!

I watched her squat under the entryway light, innocently arranging the yellow and white flowers together like a little girl. Curious! Cut
and placed in a vase, can they even help with breeding?

I shook my head! That langgou was still outside the railing, stretching out its penis, also shaking its head, drooling
.

Her phone rang, "Ring! Ring… Tang Ni, answer the phone quickly…" It was her art classmate. He was filling in for her
, playing the lead role in a movie, and was calling to invite her to the premiere.

My wife was replaced in a role last year.

Tang Ni was discovered by a talent scout at seventeen and debuted with a pure and innocent image. She finally signed a lead role, and her future
looked bright , but then Gou Zai photographed us having sex in a car on the riverbank. The innocent girl was labeled a slut, and at only twenty-one
, she retired from the entertainment industry with a loser. I, on the other hand, had a whirlwind marriage.

After Tang Ni finished her phone call, she stood in front of the French windows, gazing thoughtfully at the two kinds of lilies outside.

I, too, kept watching. Tang Ni was like her destined flower, pure white and elegant,
blooming . Luckily, I was ruthless and accurate, picking her at the right time to be her first man. Thinking about that car sex incident, I couldn't help but get hard again
, damn it!

The night Gou Zai followed us, it was drizzling, the kind that wouldn't get us wet. The raindrops turned into pearls on her velvet clothes
. I reached out to brush them away, but they got wet again in a moment. I simply stripped off her clothes; her body wasn't wet, but her chaste
spirit was.

I was like an eagle spreading its wings, stealing her pure spirit in the rainy night. The feeling was like watching
a movie ; she was beautiful, graceful and charming; I thrust in and out forcefully, her lily petals gently curling, and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

Tonight was the same; the rain wasn't heavy, but she was still wet.

City life, not financially secure, what was missing?

Rain. The streetlights shone dimly, like a full moon. The sheer fabric against the light, her young body, so beautiful! Youthful
vitality, abundant! Sex. It didn't cost money, and there was plenty of romance, like the French windows in front of me; if you know how to use them, they're everywhere.

I pounced on her, pressing her against the French windows before her, before she could react. My erect penis, young and never
lacking, pressed against her through her lace yellow panties, I could feel her tenderness, that light spring rain, making Tang
Ni wet.

She seemed lost in thought, but still obediently stuck out her beautiful buttocks. I went in a little roughly!

She made an "oh" sound, turned around, and stared at me with incredulous eyes. Our eyes met, and then she smiled sweetly.

Their lips met, chasing and intertwining.

He asked her, "Little pervert, why are you so wet?" She blushed instantly, like a cherry tomato, replying, "I... I'm not!" Her

shy expression was incredibly cute.

"Wife, you know exactly what I'm going to do next?" No wonder she studied visual communication. This poor
couple, thankfully, had this kind of sensual life; every day was like a movie.

"I'm your wife, and besides, your desires are all written in novels." My name is Wu Yulong, a literature
major, not quite a writer, just a writer in the erotic fiction world.

I was twenty-three when I married Tang Ni. My family said: I'm like a child, no stable job, not good enough for a movie star,
divorce is inevitable.

I'm short, like a little pervert; she's a head taller than me. I have to stand on tiptoe, pushing...pushing...pushing.

Tang Ni initially cooperated completely, like in a movie, letting her long hair half-cover her shoulders, looking out the window at the rain.

Was he unhappy with his own shortness and annoyed by her height? I patted her butt, and my wife obediently squatted down, sticking out her pink buttocks to accommodate my
shortness, letting me thrust... thrust...

thrust for a while before she came to her senses and let go: "Oh... comfortable, you really know how to create fun!" She was overjoyed
! Holding onto the window frame, she arched her snow-white buttocks to meet my thrusts.

"Ah... husband, aren't you afraid of being seen?" You. Your whole body was aroused. Me. Why would I be afraid?

Today's novel described this scene, the heroine facing the French windows, so sexy! The man in the building across the street, like
a scoundrel, was watching this lewd performance.

Look. Long hair swayed like waves, beautiful breasts heaved up and down.

"Wife! It's my first time playing like this, I'm very excited, how about you?" She didn't speak, but answered with her voice, "
Mmm ... shh, don't talk!"

Good heavens! I should have guessed it, the actress, influenced by my novel, seems to like playing this kind of sexy woman.

When a pure and innocent girl meets a lecherous guy, she loses all rational thought. I pushed her up to the waist and out the window.
Not being a star means you're not afraid of guys; financial hardship is like a deserted street; my wife's expression is blissful,
I'm rich!

Look, the raindrops on her hair shimmer under the streetlights, the scene is so beautiful. I should really set up a camera and take
a selfie.

She couldn't resist the heat and turned her face towards me for a passionate French kiss!

Tang Ni, more resigned than me, married a penniless man, acting out a lewd act, maintaining her figure and enjoying herself without spending a penny.

I rubbed her tenderness, so comfortable! Rubbing her breasts against the window…so lewd!

I still couldn't resist and said,

"Let's go out to the balcony, we're suffocating!" She protested, so I pushed open the French windows myself.

I forcefully pushed her out, in the drizzling rain, unexpectedly, my wife seemed to accept this somewhat rough action.

She wore a slightly lewd expression and cursed at me:

"Ah... you stinky father-in-law... you're such a pervert." I have to admit, to train such a naive young girl like this,
I had to write so many novels for her to achieve this performance.

"How can I not get hard after marrying a wife like this!" Wu Yulong, you absolutely must hold onto her for life, don't let her
be kidnapped. Unable to control myself, I grabbed her long hair. She tilted her head back, squatted slightly, and stuck her butt out,
welcoming the short man's slow in-and-out movements.

I was already experienced and skilled; the short man had high aspirations, making good use of every sensitive spot on her body. The sweetness of newlywed life, the intertwining and undulating
of young limbs, the mingling of rain and bodily fluids, the rapid breathing mixed with moans, the overlapping figures
unfolding under the streetlights.

The movements were too rough; her yellow bra slipped down. For a moment, honestly... I really hoped there were passersby; I wanted to share
this sexy scene. Crazy...

"Ah... give me back my clothes, you pervert, you enjoy this too?" What? What? …Aren't you the one enjoying it?

You slut, you're clearly being lewd yourself, yet you ask me if I'm enjoying it? I'm absolutely ecstatic!

You pervert, the volcano is about to erupt!

Tang Ni actually said, "Not yet! No! I'm not good enough… The male protagonists in your novels are all amazing
!"

Huh! What? What? Is she too slow to get aroused, and she complains that I'm not good enough, that I always fail her tests?

Tang Ni isn't just my wife, she's also the female protagonist in my novels, does she not get satisfied, and also yearn for…
What ? What? Oh my god?

My dick is rock hard! My perverted emotions are also reaching their limit!

In the novel's chapters, at this moment, there will definitely be outsiders spying through the French windows, and I'll ask: Do you want to come in
and fuck her?

As an erotic literature writer, I Google myself, I'm actually quite famous, I never thought that
my best actress would be my own wife.

To satisfy my readers, my thinking needs to keep up with the times. Morality can't hold married women back; they too pursue sexual
autonomy.

And my wife, Tang Ni? Judging from all the signs, she is too.

It took a lot of effort to get Tang Ni to the top. She was too young when she debuted and didn't know how to use her body to gain fame, while
I was just a loser who only knew how to create fun.

Ugh! People give diamond rings, but I, being short, can only give lilies.

"I love you! Husband, I have no regrets, I really love you, I've always loved you." I love this kind of scene!

I love it so much!

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Life after marriage is surreal. As a married B-list actress, I'm getting fewer and fewer gigs. I became a property insurance broker
and wrote novels on the side, but I didn't earn much. My wife had to rely on her looks and English skills to get a job as
a translator . The two of us aren't rich, but we can manage.

We lack everything—car, house, son—but we have plenty of sexual happiness.

One day, Tang Ni messaged me on LINE: "My wife and husband have a secret. A male colleague at my company sent me your
novel, 'Shui Han Yan.' I was secretly reading it, and it felt so intimate, I got wet! I quickly exited, too scared to read anymore
… I want more tonight…"

I smiled smugly and asked her what she liked about the scene—a group of people having fun after drinking while camping in the wild. I felt the same way about
that scene too. I replied, "Honey, your husband has wanted to do that for a long time."

Tang Ni messaged me again: "Pervert! You're willing to share your wife with others?" Actually, it was just for the sake of the
novel . I loved teasing her, using it to find inspiration for my writing. I teased her again: "So… do you want it too?"

She actually replied, "Then, then… can you arrange it for me?"

So, novels and real life intertwined, and we were making movies every day. If the plot required a sex scene, I'd let Tang Ni
choose an adult film, and I'd do the same to Tang Ni as the actors did to the actresses, changing positions as the actors changed.

Tang Ni, a graduate of an arts school majoring in Visual Transmission, will graduate this year. Her every gesture
and murmur not only captivates the sensibilities of erotica but has also helped me cultivate many female fans.

Once, I was writing a scene where a married couple invites a single man home for sex. She went to choose a 3P film,
and to fit the plot, I had to buy a silicone dildo to act as a stuntman.

She played with the dildo, a mischievous grin on her face, and said, "A silicone dildo can't convey the emotions of a 3P." I joked with her,
but she replied, completely absorbed in the role, "I agree to do it for real too."

Tang Ni said she wanted to have a Black man as the single man. She felt that Black men have large penises, and if she treated him like an animal, women wouldn't feel
guilty. Moreover, the semen he ejaculates looks distinctly black and white, seemingly thick and plentiful, creating
vivid imagery for the novel.

Tang Ni's words stirred my emotions, so we got into character. I played the white guy watching the fake penis on the black guy,
taking turns fucking her until she was completely overwhelmed. Afterwards, Tang Ni actually said, "

Knowing you, you should have enjoyed seeing me with a black guy." Why the jealous look? Let me guess!

Just now, while the black guy was fucking her, I got too into character and called out to my colleague. You're jealous, right?

I looked at her incredulously. Yes! I can't accept my innocent wife being
fucked by a lewd colleague.

Seeing through my thoughts, she giggled triumphantly and said, "Husband, you're so perverted! You can't have a colleague,
but you actually agreed to a black guy fucking your wife..."

She's right, black guys are unlikely to appear in a poor family like mine. Women don't feel guilty about those who aren't of our kind.

Fortunately, she doesn't know any black people in her social circle!

But Tang Ni's acceptance of black guys seems unbelievable; she seems very serious. Does she really want a black guy?

If you can get it, you can pursue it. Unfulfilled desires are often sought through novels for fulfillment.

In reality, the hope that "someone else's wife can cheat on me" gives me an easy opportunity to have sex—that's called pursuing.

But "making my own wife cheat on me with a Black man" is impossible, and unlikely to happen; it's merely a fantasy
. Transformed into words, it becomes erotic literature. Changing the role-playing of these fantasies is the essence of life's pleasures.

I posted my wife's fantasies online, and my fanbase went wild!

Male fans wanted to introduce me to Black men; female fans echoed this, hoping I would create a work
like satisfying their desire to cheat but being too afraid to try.

I asked Tang Ni, and she said she supported it! Supported it? I pinched her nipple and scolded, "Why don't I just marry you off to Africa?"
Fine ! The innocent lily giggled, and I, the yellow-haired one, also chuckled hypocritically.

Unexpectedly, she was even more enthusiastic and already had a concrete plan, saying, "For your masterpiece, it seems...
we need to find a Black couple."

Yellow represents hypocrisy. I, all lust and no guts, treated "sending my wife off to her wedding" as a kind of fun, only wanting to see
my wife—coy and effeminate—I really didn't think too much about it!

A fan following the story, upon hearing that I couldn't find a Black couple, replied: "Buy two plane tickets to Africa, as
black as you want, so black that if you don't turn on the lights at night, you definitely won't be able to find anyone."

I really longed for that; Tang Ni yearned for that vastness; I simply wanted to complete a long novel,
so we started saving money.

I'm a loser living in a novel, always a bit clueless in reality; while Tang Ni's thinking is always
a little absurd.

The bouquet of yellow lilies from half a month ago, exchanged for a passionate night, has long since withered and been thrown away.

But that night truly was a very absurd beginning!

I don't know why, but the yellow lilies blooming in the vase, placed next to the trumpet lilies, seem to ride over even without legs?

And they even pollinate successfully.

Now, that Langgou still often stands outside the fence, drooling. But that trumpet lily,
its head bowed low! It's carrying two long, cylindrical capsules on its back.

My wife pampers it every day, ignoring my urge to get pregnant with my seed and give me a baby.

The capsules grow bigger every day, and I really don't believe that seeds can produce flower seedlings. What about the color? Maybe it's
hybridized itself?

I don't care about the flowers. For the novel, I had my wife play the female lead; life's pleasures are full of fantasy.

We don't have any Black friends around, so we found a couple from our fan group, the woman named Qinliang, the man named
Yefei. Online, they share their fun, and Tang Ni is quite the actress, sending sexy photos online to
flirt with Yefei, making his girlfriend Qinliang jealous. Later, Ye Fei discovered Tang Ni was very beautiful and couldn't resist the temptation, so he took the initiative to invite
her to a blind date.

Everything was actually arranged, but Tang Ni backed down! It turned out that all of this was just role-playing
, far from the real thing. It

was I who couldn't control myself first; Ye Fei used his girlfriend as bait, actively sending Qin Liang and me to bed. I cheated on Tang Ni without her knowledge , so how could my wife know, even though I was being very secretive? At first, I suspected that Ye Fei felt cheated and, out of jealousy, complained to my wife. "Okay, honey, stop acting! I'm fine. What's done is done, arguing won't help, but now you have to agree to give me 'infidelity immunity.' " "Maybe? I'll think it over that day and join you guys!" Hearing her say that made me feel so relieved . But when I learned that Ye Fei and Tang Ni had become friends on LINE in private, and that he was deleting their interactions every day to keep it from me, my face burned with shame. I realized with a start that this wasn't just Ye Fei being jealous; he had orchestrated this whole thing to mess with my wife. I asked her if she harbored any vengeful intentions and had taken a liking to a hypocritical guy . She assured me that she didn't at the moment. She might never use this "immunity," but if she did , I'd have to put up with it. My counter-offensive plan was to create a fake online friend, allowing my wife to act without restraint and portray the inner world of the female lead. Firstly, to investigate whether Tang Ni had any ulterior motives and to prevent her from being tricked by Ye Fei. Secondly, it was for the novel's "marriage plan." I wanted to use Tang Ni to enrich the work, to depict the female fans' inner desire for infidelity, their yearning for the world yet their fear of trying. I first created an account, then stole her phone, and from her long-uncontacted friends list, I spotted someone named "Liu Xia. " I blocked her, then deleted her. Next, I changed my nickname to "Liu Xia" and added to her friends list. Tang Ni didn't notice anything amiss, only asking Liu Xia why they'd suddenly become so friendly! After chatting with her for half a month, covering everything, I finally had Liu Xia instill in her the modern young person's concept of separating sex and love. She added that sex was no longer something to be done in a dark room; sex was...

A good meal is something you can share with friends.

Of course, first, let her see other people's erotic world, show her netizens flirting and posing, but
she insecure, feeling that as a washed-up B-list actress, no guy would idolize her.

Tang Ni was curious and turned to ask me, "Honey! Some people say that women making sex films and becoming actresses doesn't count as breaking
marriage, what do you think?"

I didn't answer, I was racking my brains for the plot of my novel.

Tang Ni was trimming her nails with nail clippers. She had loved being pretty since she was a child, but she didn't know how to apply nail polish.

I turned to look at her pure and innocent face, her hands white and smooth, with fine pores, thick skin on the back of her hands, and long, pointed fingers like bamboo shoots.
This kind of woman should come from a wealthy family, or at least have a wealthy destiny.

She had none of that, marrying a loser who only wrote novels and sold insurance.

Since ancient times, the beauty of lilies has often been the subject of poems and songs. I can't describe Tang Ni, I only feel
that she is forever an innocent and romantic girl, like a youth forever living in a dream.

When I took her out, she stood out from the crowd, exuding a pure and elegant charm. Not only did I like her, but even passersby enjoyed looking at
her. She shouldn't let marriage diminish her image.

I told her, "You're married now, no longer the innocent girl image, but you can take a sexy route and return to the entertainment industry. Trust my
photography skills; with your fame and figure, many men must be fantasizing about you." But she didn't believe me.

So, with her consent, I helped her set up a fan club. At first, I helped her post some
revealing and sexy photos, and she replied to fan comments herself. Over time, under the influence of sweet talk and suggestive remarks,
she began to yearn for erotic films. So, with my help, she started posting photos with blurred nipples.

One time, while I was away teaching, she posted several selfies to the fan club in the early morning, lying in bed
wearing sexy lingerie. She also said:

"Feeling hot, my basal body temperature is high, looks like I ovulated today! No wonder I've
been feeling ."

My body's reactions are usually quite punctual; I'm very sensitive around ovulation and before and after my period. I'm so angry!

I knew it was my ovulation period these past two days, but yesterday I didn't have time to breastfeed… and then she went out.

Before dawn, without enough sleep, I was woken up by overwhelming desire. I wanted to sleep, but my mind just wouldn't.

Friends, I'm so upset!

As soon as this post was published,

a bunch of fans flocked online to keep her company. Then came the lewd comments, responding with vulgar language: "Tell your husband, there are tons of guys on the forum waiting in line to fuck you!"

"You're top-notch, I can give you multiple orgasms."

"Your husband is really undesirable, tsk tsk tsk! Don't worry, there are plenty of guys lining up to take your place."

"If you want! I'll fuck you in front of your man

... "

Perhaps the enthusiastic responses restored her confidence; or perhaps she was teased and started getting excited.

In just over ten minutes, she posted another picture of wet underwear. She didn't blur her face, and the texture of her
inner , the wetness, made her lips completely visible, leaving a lot to the imagination.

What caught my attention the most was that a netizen named Paul replied in English, "I
'm ovulating !

Perfect timing, I'll use my long, black penis to make Tang Ni give birth to a black baby!"

Tang Ni actually replied: "I saw your private message... (that black), it's really special, want it? I've opened my tender one
, waiting for you, come~ wet... so empty~ Don't laugh at me for being lewd, it's a real need, I also want to have a
baby .

…My husband isn't around, so I can only ah~ ah... ah... ah... ah!"

Tang Ni must be interacting genuinely with netizens.

A little while later, there was another even wetter photo, even her tender hands were wet, with the caption
"Unfortunately... this is right after touching, my clitoris is still red and swollen..."

Some netizens questioned, saying that the wetness was done by a man, faked, to boost views.

I'm her husband, I recognize that wetness is real. Her unborn vagina is very tight, and only when it's this wet
can I penetrate all the way in. Those yellow transparent panties were a gift from me, clearly wet and glistening. They'd be even
redder . It's all real; only I know how beautiful she is.

These selfies easily spark the imagination; I can almost smell it!

I plagiarized her dialogue and added it to my novel. My wife makes me incredibly hard. While looking at her erotic
photos, I masturbate. My online friend and I follow her instructions, smearing her juices on our hands and then sliding our penises along them.

Right now, she's the heroine in my novel. Seeing her being teased like this by my boyfriend, I really want her
to act out my story. I really need to find a black man to fuck her.

I've become her fan. I'm impulsive, and I know I'm not very sexually capable; even at home, I'm just a failing
loser!

Female fans want her to return to the entertainment industry, and male fans are urging her to make erotic films.

And what about the novel? I've decided to marry her off—to a black man in Africa!

Today, she was soaking wet, from slightly damp to wetting the sheets. Every wet picture was uncensored, very real, her skin was beautiful.
I joined a group of perverts, and soon, we all ejaculated…

Perhaps she was asleep, and the fan club quieted down…

Chapter Two: Computer Stolen

. After this incident, a film distributor actually left a message wanting to talk to Tang Ni about making Category III films.

In Tang Ni's mind, erotic films were not the same as making Category III films; clearly, the wrong terminology was being used, and it would really misrepresent the situation.

Tang Ni ignored the distributor's explanation and spent all her time busy with her lilies. A month
had passed !

The two capsules were already mature, and today the ridges split open automatically, revealing thin,
flat . Tang Ni planted some, and most of the seeds were carefully frozen and preserved, saying that the
purest Tang Ni had been successfully bred for the first time, which was of great significance!

She named the new breed "Tang Ni," and she was very curious about what color her offspring would be.

I, however, was concerned about whether she would go into adult films.

A good figure is crucial for livestream celebrities, so she started going to the gym. After getting her nails painted, her long, pointed fingers
shone even brighter, making Tang Ni look even more radiant!

I bought equipment and turned our home into a photography studio. My photography skills, combined with her acting skills, led to her current
immense popularity.

I watched all her interactions with fans; our sex life was a livestream. Her conversations with netizens
became the dialogue in novels.

Speaking of Ye Fei, this young man offered his female companion to me, but couldn't hook Tang Ni. Feeling cheated, he...
Chui sent Tang Ni explicit sex photos, threatening to publicly release them online if she didn't meet him.

"Tang Ni! Tell me, how did that kid hack into your computer and get our sex videos?"

"Who knows? Young people have better technical skills!" For our fan club, we
have cameras in the living room and bedroom. Every sex scene is recorded in its entirety, but the images uploaded to the fan club are only
the highlights, and even those are blurred out.

Tang Ni wanted to meet him and retrieve the videos, but I stopped her, scolding her: "What you got in return with your body is just
a backup. Do you think this thief would be stupid enough not to back it up?"

Ye Fei, that kid, has good taste; he stole my personal collection that I don't usually share. It's all Tang Ni's most lewd and beautiful
moments; her moans are enough to make my heart leap out of my chest. If I were acting in a Category III film, I'd have to go into
the industry anyway. Leaked photos of her face aren't a big deal, but this kind of intimidation is despicable.

Seeing her rubbing her fingers with her head down, he was angry and jealous, and scolded, "Are you stupid enough to agree to him taking whatever he wants?" Knowing that
his wife and Tang Fei had been exchanging favors, he was even angrier, unable to see who was the thief and who was the robber.

"Okay! Honey, stop arguing, I'll handle this myself."

After this incident, to cool things down, prevent things from getting out of hand, and protect the family, Tang Ni temporarily closed her fan
page and went to work full-time as an office lady.

Her role-playing activities were limited to interactions with . Also, she was diligently saving money because their desire
to go to Africa was still burning!

One day, asked her, "As an office lady who has retired from the entertainment industry and is also a popular live-streaming star,
do you ever encounter perverts at work?"

She replied: "Yes!" Lately, I've been absent-minded at work + (smirk emoji).

When I pressed her for details, she mumbled, "As the female lead, I have to obey my husband's demands.
I can't wear underwear under my uniform skirt. Even though I know my colleagues aren't men, I feel like I'm radiating sex pheromones. I can't cross
my legs, I can't bend over, I can't think about anything lewd, otherwise I'll really overdo it. Sometimes
I

even have vulgar thoughts, my mind is full of my boyfriend's teasing!" Looking at the chat window, my mind was filled with Tang Ni. Her appearance overlapped with the rambling scene, it
had become a lewd tale!

It felt like she'd opened up, continuing to ramble on about her inner world: "

Lately, my husband's storyline has been revolving around 'sending his wife to marry in Africa.' Africa, you can imagine rough
black people, and long black dicks…

haha! In my fantasy, I hid in the bathroom, and… I climaxed.

" She was at work, thinking about how she hadn't worn underwear today, and I got an erection!

I never expected Tang Ni to have such thoughts. In my mind, a rough black man was lodged on Tang Ni's fair body, she
looked like a frightened little rabbit, and the long black penis...

The stark contrast was like smearing filth on my wife's tender pink cheeks.

Tang Ni stopped talking, and I thought she was shy and had run away? She was good at this trick.

I smiled knowingly and shook my head slightly.

After a while, she sent another : "By the way, the picture I promised to share with you, this is
a fresh shot I took yesterday!"

She sent back a "?" emoji. I waited curiously for her to send the file.

When I opened it, it was a close-up photo of long, slender legs, sandwiching a patch of soft pubic hair. The
focus was on a pool of thick semen on the pubic hair. It was taken with a professional SLR camera, not a selfie, but it didn't look like
I took it either.

I was sure the pubic hair was my wife's, golden yellow, fine and straight, but the pool of
semen on the hairy pubic hair wasn't mine. The reason I'm so sure is that I can't ejaculate that much.

Role-playing, like repeated exposure, superimposes reality and desire into a surreal photograph. It also made me realize
the difference between the novel and the real world.

In reality, I don't want my wife to succumb to the novel's influence; I can't bear to see her being roughly fucked.

In the novel's setting, my heroine is a woman who would cheat on her husband. She wears a short skirt and high heels to accentuate her
long legs, likes black stockings, and has a vulgar, glamorous feel. In the workers' eyes, she's incredibly slutty, her legs prettier than her face; her
round buttocks look like they need to be fucked; no, it's her legs that need to be fucked! She's not exclusive to her husband; she's already slept with other men
.

And Tang Ni? After all, she was a movie star; her figure and temperament are definitely top-notch. As for cheating,
probably not? But how do you explain that puddle of semen on her pubic hair!

asked, but she didn't say, so in my novel, is the cheated man excited
or conflicted? It's always been an empty question.

Even how his wife dealt with Ye Fei's sexual harassment was left blank.

●

Regarding that pool of semen, I quietly investigated, not that I didn't pursue it. I even plagiarized that pool of semen into my novel
as plot twist, it seems the female protagonist in the novel is starting to have her own thoughts. Even I don't know
what twists and turns the plot will take next.

One day!

My colleague Liao Jun came to stay at my place for two days because his rented apartment needed renovations. Liao Jun is very handsome, good at
selling insurance, single, and a member of a fan club. He often visits my house, his intentions are obvious.

Tang Ni, I don't know if we're too familiar or what, after showering, wearing only a light yellow lace
nightgown, said, "I'll make you two coffee."

When she brought the coffee, her snow-white breasts were visible through the seam of her nightgown. When did my conservative wife become so open-minded that
she doesn't even wear underwear? Her two cherries were completely exposed in front of my colleague. I saw Liao Jun secretly pleased, but pretending
his eyes didn't know where to look.

This scene was exactly what was set up in the novel, instantly making my penis hard. It seems the female lead is really proactive,
starting to push the plot in a turn.

Whose semen is that puddle on her pubic hair? It's still not clear.

Is my wife seducing Liao Jun dressed like this? There's definitely going to be some exciting developments these next two nights. I'm really looking forward to it.
What will happen in the long night?

After dinner, Liao Jun said he was going out to see a friend and would buy some wine to drink later. I wanted to take a bath, but Tang Ni
said, "Then I'll go to the room to put on a face mask first." We were both busy with our own things, nothing special.

Perhaps I was too tired, because I fell asleep in the bathtub while brainstorming for the novel!

When I woke up and walked out of the bathroom, there was wine and food on the table. Where was Liao Jun? I went to the bedroom and Tang Ni was still wearing a face mask and
that lace nightgown, lying on the bed. She seemed to be asleep too.

Liao Jun was standing next to her, staring at her bare thighs.

This scene was like a treasure to me; as lust surged within me, Liao Jun crept forward, and...
The protagonist's robe was pulled up slightly.

Shock! She wasn't wearing underwear after all. My penis instantly sprang to life; Liao Jun must be too?

Lust surged from my penis; the desire to see the female protagonist being violated instantly overwhelmed me.

Liao Jun initially just stared at Tang Ni's pubic hair, but finding it unsatisfying, he reached out as if to brush it aside, then hesitated, bringing
his face closer to smell and examine it.

My Tang Ni's lily-like vulva, her mound like a fleshy steamed bun, possesses an organic, mellow fragrance, like
a hallucinogenic drug , capable of bewitching the mind. That's what I yearn for every day; I'm so proud, I've long wanted to show it off. In my mind, I asked:

How about it? My wife. So alluring, so smooth, right!

Liao Jun, unable to resist the temptation, turned back to peek, didn't see me, went back to bed, and began to caress her
legs and breasts.

Hey! Be careful, be gentle…be soft…don't let the female protagonist find out!

Liao Jun's caresses deepened, but Tang Ni still didn't feel anything; she was clearly fast asleep?

Liao Jun, even bolder, spread her legs apart—yes, spread them apart, and her soft legs immediately closed
again. He spread them even wider.

I hid behind the door, and from the angle I was looking, I could see her vulva between her fair thighs, exposed right in
front of Liao Jun. Those pubic hairs and labia…it must be a truly lewd sight!

As her husband, I should have intervened.

But instead, I became her fan, completely captivated. I reached down and touched my crotch—why was I so
hard? Great writer, right now someone else is pervertedly violating your wife? I'm

one step away from the bottom line of wife-cuckolding—this feeling is two-way! I'm facing a choice, yet incredibly excited!

I grabbed my DSLR camera, zoomed in, and took a picture of Tang Ni on the bed. Wasn't she still fast asleep? How come
her vulva was so wet from being touched? So wet that when Liao Jun pressed his finger, the vaginal fluid instantly overflowed, covering her
entire vulva.

Click!

Rather than saying Tang Ni didn't know, it's more accurate to say she might have woken up long ago! Perhaps this was tacit consent, or was she contributing to
the plot of my novel?

Because whenever she was enjoying being fucked, I would always tell her some perverted fantasies she had never done before,
and often , she would respond by playing along, using moans and more physical movements to elicit an even more frenzied response!

One side of Tang Ni's robe was pulled open, and Liao Jun's hand gently touched her breasts. Seeing that her nipples were hard
, he simply twisted them with his fingers.

I didn't believe she was still asleep, so I used a long shot to look at her expression. Tang Ni's cheeks were tense, but
her body trembled slightly when her nipples were twisted.

Finally, Liao Jun couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly straightened up, pulled down his pants, grabbed his hard, thick penis, and slowly
moved forward, the glans slowly extending towards my "paradise."

This was the last line of his wife's infidelity, and as her husband, I definitely had to step in and stop him.

First shot, shutter click!

At this crucial moment, just making a sound can protect my wife's chastity. That's enough for today's performance.

Second shot, shutter click!

Should I cough? Or call for help? Just as I was about to speak… Tang Ni spoke first!

She didn't wake up, but let out a lewd moan, then rolled over, clamping her legs together. She cried out:
"Husband !" and reached out to grab me.

Liao Jun quickly rushed out the door, while I retreated to the bathroom. When I came back out, the two of us brushed past each other in the living room. He saw
me with the camera and nodded and smiled knowingly. I went back into the room and took a few close-up shots of Tang Ni.

The two men laid out the food and drinks, about to drink, when Tang Ni came out of the bedroom. She loudly said, "You
're really a pervert." Liao Jun was startled, as was I. I asked: "What happened?" She replied: "We have guests at home, and you took advantage of
me while I was asleep to touch me."

Me? Who was she talking to?

The three of us drank three rounds together. Whether intentionally or not, she let her robe tie loosen, and I could see a dark patch on the center of her
thigh —damn, hairy! Hairy! Hairy! It kept appearing and disappearing. Damn—Liao Jun must
have seen it too?

Cheers…cheers! I really hope Liao Jun collapses soon; I'm going to take this woman right here and now tonight.

I'm drunk! In the end, I was the first to get drunk.

The next morning, I woke up in bed!

My hand touched the bed and felt something wet. I looked down and smelled it—it was semen!

My thoughts were a bit muddled, and I felt an urge to urinate. I went to the toilet to relieve myself and then glanced at the trash can—there were condoms. I shook
my head, stunned, unable to remember. Last night I was clearly drunk to the point of passing out, and Liao Jun seemed to have helped me back to the room. I didn't have
sex with Tang Ni, did I? How come there are condoms here, and two of them at that?

After hesitating for a moment, I reached for the two condoms. One was filled with semen,
while the other, clearly used, was empty. I thought of the semen stains on the bed.

And then there was the picture Tang Ni sent to Liu Xia—a puddle of semen on her pubic hair!

My mind suddenly became incredibly clear. This evidence was enough to prove that Liao Jun had taken advantage of my drunkenness last night
to have sex with Tang Ni. It wasn't rape; it was consensual, and he might have even ejaculated inside her?

The pure white lily was no longer pure. Had my wife cheated on me last night?

These unsolved mysteries—were they connected?

A lewd image immediately flashed through my mind, and my penis became fully erect—
a morning erection, incredibly hard. I touched it, smelled it, and was certain I hadn't had sex last night.

To solve this mystery, I had to rely on Liu Xia again, asking her, "Have you ever cheated on your husband since you got married
?"

She neither admitted nor denied it.

She sent a selfie of herself taken the night Liao Jun stayed at her place, showing her being driven mad by a man. Zooming in, it was clear there was semen
on the bed —a clump of semen, and it was freshly taken.

She admitted that to play the lead role well, she was pretending to be asleep while wearing a face mask, acting out the heroine her husband had written about.

asked her, "Your husband is so stupid that he'd get drunk even with a 'lady' at home. Doesn't that just condone your
loss of virginity? "

Tang Ni replied, "

I don't understand my own thoughts either. Don't ask me if I've cheated.

I still love my husband, that's true. But the sticky, sticky fluids made me aroused, that's also true.

Novels, fans… corrupted my chastity, and I wanted to cheat, that's also true.

As for giving him oral sex, that's the same thing as having intercourse.

" then asked her if this would ruin her marriage.

Tang Ni said, "

I'm worried too. When a woman's reason is controlled by lust, she goes crazy! Me too. But after the passion,
I think love will be elevated." This is where women tend to be more composed.

I just hope my husband won't... won't be so naughty anymore! I feel he needs to learn a new lifestyle, he needs to
take control of the rules, otherwise I'll be under a lot of pressure.

Sigh! Things have come to this, and Tang Ni is still explaining so much? I think she's deceiving herself.

Yes, oral sex and intercourse, with or without a condom? It's all the same thing.

That pool of semen, no, it's two pools of semen, leaking it out means cheating.

●

The fan page is temporarily closed, no live streams.

But once people come into contact with apps and these live streaming communication software, they can no longer be celibate.

Tang Ni changed so quickly, I have to learn to adapt to her, perhaps it's due to the foreign business environment, or something even more shocking.

Tang Ni said: A boss I'd never met before appeared at the company, and turned out to be from Africa, calling him Paul a black man.

Shocked!

My romantic life is being pushed forward by her; my novel can only catch up.

And has blossomed!

It really was successfully pollinated by the bunch of yellow lilies I bought, amazing! That works too.

The *Tetraena* flower is larger than the *Lilium argenteum*, its main color remaining white, but the pistils and stamens are dyed golden yellow,
and the stamens a vibrant red. Purple spots are sprinkled on the petals, edged with crimson—it's gorgeous!

The purple spots on the pure white petals remind me of a deceitful eagle that, after stealing Tang Ni's pure
heart , I also saw the bloodstains of a young girl on her white lace panties.

Smelling the *Tetraena*, it exudes an organic, mellow fragrance.

Tang Ni's vagina has this intoxicating scent, like fine wine, like a hallucinogenic drug, capable of bewitching the mind. I say it's
a lustful fragrance that makes men aroused and driven mad.

After that, every time I came home, the vase I bought no longer contained pure white *Lilium argenteum*.
Instead, it held *Lilium argenteum* and *Tetraena* alternately, or two stalks placed together on the bedside table. Over time, I realized it was a sexual
innuendo.

Seeing "Homura Lily," Tang Ni must be a gentle and graceful lover. Making love with her is like bathing in
a spring , watching her sway for me, her charming posture and pink petals like a fairy dancing gracefully, noble
and elegant, beautiful and charming.

"Sandy Lily," on the other hand, is the arousing Tang Ni. She pouts and murmurs, like a trumpet playing
passionate music, making one's blood boil. That intoxicating fragrance, like a hallucinogenic drug, will drive a man mad.

As for having two kinds of flowers in a vase at the same time, I would be so excited I wouldn't be able to get out of bed the next day.

One day, I woke up around noon and saw her unpacking a package. I immediately asked, "Did you send this gift?"

I was about to say no

when she picked it up with a broad smile. It was several pieces of printed underwear, the pattern resembling denim shorts, some blue
and some white, but actually low-waisted sheer women's underwear.

I honestly had no idea such underwear existed. Even if I saw someone wearing it on the street, I'd probably just think it was a well-fitting pair of
regular hot pants.

Who would send my wife sexy underwear?

My wife immediately tried it on. Seeing her naked from the waist down, wearing only a small tank top revealing her midriff, and then
a white pair of underwear with a denim hot pants print—black fuzz through the thin fabric—it was absolutely outrageous!

"Honey! You're pushing your luck! How can you wear this to work?" Me? I was stunned again.

Enduring my throbbing erection, I managed to get the truth out of her. I learned that Tang Ni had received several such revealing garments.

She mistakenly thought it was me, and for the sake of her novel, she always wore them to work as requested on the notes.

This must be some kind of exposure training scenario arranged by a colleague?

Who it is doesn't matter. I decided to try it out first—what would it look like wearing printed underwear as outerwear?

"Let's go! Let's go to the alley entrance for beef noodles." Going downstairs, I greeted the neighbors without being noticed, but walking down
the street, the young people's lustful hearts were immediately apparent, leaving them speechless.

A gust of wind blew by, and my wife's curves, backlit, were incredibly alluring; she smiled confidently. If this were at
the company , my colleagues would definitely go crazy, but I only wanted to turn this scene into a novel to share with readers, with no intention
of investigating who the mastermind was.

Back home, we made love passionately. Tang Ni, in my arms, shyly asked, "Do you remember I had an 'immunity'
?"

"Huh...what, you want to use it?" Tang Ni nodded. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't, so I could only leisurely ask,
who is the male protagonist?

Is it Ye Fei? Liao Jun? Who is the owner of that pool of semen? Or, the mastermind behind the exposed clothes?

White lilies represent sweetness and purity, and their beauty attracts bees and butterflies, which is normal. Tang
Ni wanted to exempt the man, and I really wanted to renege, but how could I?

"Oh dear! Honey, don't guess anymore. It wasn't Ye Fei, nor Liao Jun, but a college student named Lin Mingjun,
the owner of that pool of semen."

Huh? I was stunned. Tang Ni showed me a photo; the boy was fair-skinned and clean-cut.

Lin Mingjun was also a fan, and after learning that his wife's computer had been hacked, he shut down his fan page. In a fit of anger,
he resorted to violence, hacking into Ye Fei's computer, deleting all our sex photos and videos, and stealing his privacy, forcing Ye Fei to stop
harassing Tang Ni.

But my wife swore to me that she and Lin Mingjun had no sexual relationship. She let him ejaculate on her pubic hair
partly to repay him for saving her private files from a crisis, and partly to help her husband's novel with a plot twist.

Suddenly, her eyes reddened: "You only care about your novel. Even the most chaste girl can't resist temptation."

My wife felt that this college student was very upright, and she couldn't resist his repeated invitations, so she agreed to sleep with him once.

As she spoke, she bit her lip, head bowed, face flushed with embarrassment. Afraid of upsetting me, she occasionally glanced at
me sideways.

"The lily represents dignity, burdened with the destiny of chastity. No matter how beautiful I am, I belong exclusively to you! Even if I want to be
naughty, I need my husband's permission." Seeing her nestled between my legs, pecking at my erection, made my
penis rock hard.

"Honey, it's so big today! I want to take a picture." I asked her why. "To prove I'm taken,
not an unsatisfied woman!" She laughed, taking out her phone, pressing her face completely against my hard penis, tilting the phone to
the side , and pressing the shutter.

Even with everything so important, she was still so indifferent?

No matter what kind of woman she played, deep down, she always had the innocent and romantic heart of a young girl; no matter her
age, she always lived in a dreamlike youth.

She was still playful, yet serious, asking me, "If you don't agree, I won't go see him."

I definitely wouldn't agree! But I couldn't say it.

Because she had the right to exercise her immunity from infidelity. The novel can't be turned around like this, so I have no choice but to suppress my frustration.
Disappointed, I feigned a smile and agreed, perhaps just acting.

Seeing my smile, Tang Ni breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Then, seemingly distressed, she pleaded, "Honey, please come in?"

Love has to be done, I nodded. She jumped for joy, a childlike laugh, and rolled over to straddle me,
swaying .

She had a series of unexpected moves, and she was very skilled at them; I wondered where she learned them. But I always felt she was acting, not
my Tang Ni.

On the day of the appointment, judging from my wife's resolute expression, she must have thought it over carefully before making this decision. I hesitated
, wanting to back out. She said, "No, honey, you promised her."

So I helped her choose an outfit: a white off-the-shoulder striped knit top, with an invisible bra underneath, cleverly revealing
her collarbone. She paired it with black shiny leather pants.

I helped her bathe, hoping she would change her mind. She didn't; she just joked around with me normally. While helping her get dressed,
I noticed her vulva was wet. I really wanted to have sex with her first, but I felt it would be ungentlemanly. I tried to lick her, but she
gently pushed me away.

"Not now! I'll make it up to you when I get back." Tang Ni looked at me tenderly and said, "Oh! You're
upset, jealous, right?"

I smiled bitterly and replied, "Of course. It's because I love you that I'm jealous! Please, don't go!" As I spoke,
I reached out and unzipped her leather pants. She didn't stop me, just said calmly, "No! I promised."

But she whispered in my ear, "Honey, then... I'll give you a blowjob to cool you down!"

It was my turn to refuse. I was hard, but I didn't want it; I was really upset. She was a head taller than me, and I felt
so small.

I've already asked her twice, and she still won't give me face? I continued to put my hand inside her leather pants, first touching her pubic area. To
keep our date, she had even shaved her pubic hair. Touching her vulva again, it was already wet and slippery.

At this point, I understood!

"So you want revenge on me. Fine! When you come back, I'll definitely make you pay." My wife, afraid I'd get angry,
abandoned her naivety and said in a trembling voice, "Just let me go for now. I'll cooperate however you want tonight!"

After seeing Tang Ni off in her finest attire to her appointment, my heart was filled with excitement and endless bitterness, these
two emotions tangled within me.

Time passed second by second…

If she was just following the plot of a novel, taking revenge on me, then she didn't truly want to cheat. I felt a little relieved. It's
just her body acting, like filming a pornographic movie; her heart definitely hasn't strayed. Maybe she'll put on the brakes.

Even though she'd been gone for a long time, I kept checking the time. Meeting up. Undressing. Showering—she'd be shy. She'd ask
me to wash properly. If it were me, I would have already…

Only an hour has passed? This kind of torment of waiting could really give you cancer.

I sent her a LINE message, but she didn't even look at it. "Young man, can you really last that long? Wouldn't that break you?"

After two agonizing hours, she finally returned under the moonlight!

She gently opened the door, still shy and delicate, like a blooming lily. She said, "I bought you a dress,
and your favorite roast duck."

Every minute of her time at the appointment was unbearable! Seeing her home, I felt relieved, but then I started to feel irritated. Seeing her
carrying half a dozen beers in her other hand made me even angrier. What's wrong with her? Is she trying to comfort my wounded heart?

"Did you two do it?" I asked, knowing the answer already. She didn't answer, but smiled ambiguously, holding up the dress to show me
the size.

"How did it feel?" She glared at me, threw the dress on the ground, and used her free hand to pound my heart,
yelling, "What kind of mentality do you have, husband? Do you think I'm such a cheap woman?"

She cried, saying, "Seeing your eyes begging me not to go on the date, I was so touched." I had already decided to use a scalper; I didn't want
Lin Mingjun take advantage of me. "

But I'm still angry. What kind of husband touches his wife when she's all wet? 'Don't you even want to drag me back
to bed ?'"

"Huh! Me?" She was fierce, standing a head taller than me. I, a loser, stood there dumbfounded, head down, like
a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

She continued, "The thought that you actually saw your wife off made me even angrier! I wasn't in the mood for the date, so I just
went shopping."

Tang Ni lowered her head more and more as she spoke, "I regretted it and wanted to go back, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I came back. I'm going
to take a shower!"

After Tang Ni finished showering, she was obviously not so angry anymore!

She picked up her clothes, took a DVD out of her bag, threw herself into my arms, hugged my neck tightly, and said
shyly , "Honey! Come on~ drink with me, watch porn, your wife wants to be fucked, she's about to catch fire..."

She was playing me! I knew she was acting. If I were a little angry, I would definitely take this opportunity to reclaim my immunity.

The lilies weren't dyed yellow. Tang Ni, wearing the yellow undergarment I gave her, carrying a roast duck, came out of the kitchen,
still swaying gracefully like a newlywed.

"Cheers! Your immunity has expired!" She downed her drink in one gulp, glaring back at me: You wish!
The expiration date is menopause, probably another twenty years, maybe longer.

"However, your leading lady will probably lose her virginity soon." I was convinced she was being mischievous again.

"That's right! I want to fuck you right now..."

●

Years later, looking back, I was completely wrong! How could I not have noticed the hidden meaning in her words?

A writer's digression is equivalent to a plot spiraling out of control, and I'm drifting further and further away from my happy home.

Chapter Three: Immunity for Infidelity

Days passed by, summer days, the scorching sun baking everything on earth. Even sitting under the shady sidewalk trees,
drinking iced drip coffee, I was still drenched in sweat.

I trusted lilies too much, forgetting that bees and butterflies would come to covet them every day; a single bee could ruin the pure
lily .

I was the same, armed with a DSLR camera, eyeing other people's wives on the street. The zoom lens waited, anticipating
the beautiful creature, her thin shirt damp with sweat.

Here she comes! In the distance, a woman with a shapely figure, wearing a white lace dress, her skin snow-white and translucent,
paired with black stockings, radiant and sexy, attracting the attention of passersby.

Zooming in, click! Just in time to capture her tossing her long hair, turning back with a smile, another click! I froze,
I'd captured my wife.

Strange, Tang Ni should wear her company uniform to work, why is she wearing this outfit I've never seen before? It must be another staged performance by a shadow
dancer , a revealing act?

Following her, we arrived at a rental apartment building. A rental apartment? Yes, I was thinking of renting out married women too.

Feeling anxious and curious, I watched her ascend the suspended circular staircase to the second floor from afar. I thought that her skirt was short enough that if I followed her closely,
I would definitely be able to see her underwear. Afraid of being discovered, I could only follow her to the second floor from a distance. I saw only a long corridor, and Tang Ni was nowhere to be seen.

Every household had placed their shoes at their doorsteps. I searched the long corridor, but I couldn't find her pair of
leather-buckled, openwork loafers.

The sun shone brightly on the corridor, so bright it reflected light. My wife was clearly not as innocent as I thought; I felt dizzy.

I decided to search house by house. I secretly peeked through the windows of four houses, but she wasn't there. I started to worry that she might be in
danger. I panicked. Where was she?

I continued searching, until I reached the last house, the eleventh. There was a pair of men's shoes at the door, unusually large. I thought the man must be
very tall.

I peered through the crack in the window, wondering where Tang Ni was. Music was playing in the living room, but there was an unimaginably
lewd scene.

This family was clearly in a hurry; the woman's black stockings and bra, and the man's trousers, shirt,
and underwear were scattered all over the floor.

I leaned against the window and looked inside. The bedroom door was half-open; I could only see a crack. I zoomed in with my camera and saw
the woman's dangling breasts, swaying back and forth with her body. Judging from the photo of her kneeling on the bed, I pressed the shutter and zoomed in.
The shape of her breasts looked a lot like Tang Ni? No way! My wife has immunity; why hide? If I'm going to play the role of a housewife for hire , I'll go
to a luxury hotel.

The distance was a bit far, so I couldn't see the whole picture. I felt she was moaning, but the sound was drowned out by the music, so I was certain she
wasn't my wife. The thrill of spying was quite exciting. I kept pressing the shutter…

occasionally capturing long hair flying, occasionally her reaching down to touch her crotch, convinced my wife didn't need to sneak around. But
then I looked down, and I was certain it was Tang Ni, because I noticed Tang Ni's lace loafers, deliberately taken inside and neatly arranged
by the door.

I was stunned! Both heartbroken and surprised. Heartbroken that my wife would hide it from me? Surprised that this must
be another plot device she was setting up for my novel, because I hadn't seen whether a man was actually fucking her from behind.

But I was certain the novel needed this plot device. Novels are vehicles for thought, a reflection of my own desires
. The female protagonist in the room instantly made my penis hard.

Unable to resist my own impulses, I borrowed a bamboo pole from the doorway, hooked the key from the table, and went inside. Stepping over
the man's clothes, I helped her pick up her garments.

Then, tiptoeing quietly to the bedroom door, I heard everything clearly and completely.

"So eager, all sweaty, aren't you afraid your pussy smells weird before you just went in?" Then the man spoke in English, saying
he loved the fox's scent. That's right! My wife exudes a rich, organic fragrance. Damn… so tasteless. That scent that
makes men aroused and driven mad is described as a slutty fox scent by this random man.

"Never done it before. It's too big! Be gentle… it hurts…" I couldn't see her face, but that coquettish voice was unmistakable—it was
Tang Ni.

It was obvious; all the doubts I'd had these past few days had become reality. In that instant, I didn't know what was wrong with our marriage
, and I didn't know what to do. Should I rush in and catch them cheating? This is my happiness! If I go in now,
my family, my happiness, will all be ruined.

What good would it do if I went in? Beat them up? Whether it was fear of loss or a strange kind of calm,
I actually thought this might just be a role-playing exercise, like the previous times.

My wife's voice came from inside again: "Hehe! Hehe!...Oh...the boss says that? I'm only like this because I'm comfortable
...hehe." Her voice was sweet and her breathing rapid.

Tang Ni called him "boss"? What kind of boss? Was she being kept by a rich man?

I gently pushed open the door, and in that instant, my world collapsed!

This wasn't a role-playing exercise. My wife, completely naked, was lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide, and
a man...no, a huge penis, was in my exclusive spot, vigorously cultivating,
no, vigorously fucking my territory.

He was a tall black man. That's right! This is her boss—Paul, I heard he's from Ethiopia
.

"Boss, you can't do this to me, it'll break..." Tang Ni gripped the pillow tightly, her expression showing a mixture of
endurance and a feeling of being pushed to the very bottom. From my angle, it was perfect, so I quickly pressed the shutter; the black rod
was still halfway out of her tender vagina.

Seeing that scene, my whole body trembled violently. It was the first time in my life I'd seen my wife being fucked. But I couldn't tell.
Was this a long-standing affair? Or just a one-time role-playing?

Deep down, I hoped she would marry a black man, but now that it was actually happening, I hoped Tang
Ni was only sacrificing her body for my novel.

Deep down, I certainly didn't want my wife to succumb to temptation for the sake of the novel. Since granting her immunity from infidelity,
I'd repeatedly told myself not to care, but clearly, I wasn't ready yet. At least give me some mental
preparation!

Before I could sort out my thoughts, the black man kept letting out wild, snarling roars, not allowing me
to think any further.

"She...is...about to climax...almost...about to cum..." I was about to step forward to stop her, but then I remembered her
immunity from infidelity, and I had no right to stop her. I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I closed my eyes and remained silent, burying myself in
the novel, becoming a mere bystander.

Tang Ni was like the heroine, moaning and groaning between the black man's legs .

Until she suddenly cried out "Ah!" I opened my eyes and saw that Tang Ni's legs had been lifted up by the black man, who then slammed down with his
full weight.

My mind went blank. His strong, dark, charcoal-black body was pressing down on my fair-skinned wife, his black hands
kneading her snow-white breasts, his hairy buttocks thrusting forward forcefully. I felt my wife's vagina had never been penetrated
so deeply before. I watched silently through the camera lens as the black man explored the depths I couldn't reach.

At this moment, Paul was wild, seemingly reaching the peak of wanting to ejaculate; while my beloved wife had climaxed
hysterically .

The bed shook as if it were about to collapse. She had never endured anything like this before, because I wasn't strong enough. My wife
was tormented by that black penis, her fingers, like jade shoots, with long nails, dug deeply into the dark flesh of her back
.

With each thrust of Paul's hips, Tang Ni made indistinct sounds. Every few deep thrusts of the black penis, she
would convulse and tremble, her expression one of pure ecstasy.

I heard her moan, "Ugh... um... um~ ah... ah!" and watched her being violated by the black man, his dark penis constantly entering and exiting her
pink vagina. I remembered what Tang Ni had told Liu Xia—that this was what she wanted.

Since it wasn't violation, but her choice, I had no right to be angry.

She was moaning, "Um! Um! Oh... I'm coming~ So good... You're so good." She's the boss and she
's good , while I'm a loser.

The camera focused on her swollen, red vulva, covered in moisture. The sheets were soaked. Had she just had an orgasm?

I didn't take a single picture. I didn't want to believe it was real.

But the moans grew louder and faster. Of course, this wasn't because Tang Ni was inherently promiscuous, but because the black man
was pressing his advantage. He was so skilled at sex; it seemed every thrust hit her sensitive spot.

Her long legs were spread wide, like wings unfurling from her fair body, just like her
unfaithful heart, already taking flight.

I saw a strange, inexplicable beauty in that pose! Her wanton and exaggerated appearance made it impossible to believe
she was my elegant wife.

I just felt that this face was incredibly alluring to men.

I finally started snapping photos, recording my wife's flight, recording the black-and-white incest, capturing her bright red vulva,
capturing her overflowing with semen from being fucked.

"You're ovulating today, right? I'll make you a mother." It turns out the boss was a fan of his subordinate and
knew her menstrual cycle perfectly.

"Boss, you can't ejaculate inside me, it'll result in a black baby, no way!" Hearing a
black man remember my wife's ovulation period better than I did, I was momentarily unconscious.

By the time I came out of the novel, they were already finished.

Paul held my wife in his arms, calling her "baby!" constantly praising her sexiness and how great he was, saying how
good it felt to fuck her…

and my wife, like a kitten, curled up in the black man's arms, breathing softly, reaching out to touch her vulva,
then licking her fingers. She replied,

"I feel great doing it with the boss!" She touched her lower abdomen again, cooing, "Boss!

You're hurting my little darling!" A close-up shot showed the redness and swelling, still dripping with semen. It looked more than just painful; I feared
there might be a tear.

Paul said, "Come on! Lie down, my saliva is like ice cream, it'll help reduce inflammation and fever." Tang
Ni actually believed this nonsense?

The black man greedily sucked on his wife's vagina, saying, "It's really red and swollen, but I'll put an ice pack on it right away!"

"Boss! No, don't lick, I can't take it anymore." Her mouth refused, but her actions clearly wanted
another round, because her body involuntarily writhed with the black man's movements.

Was this black man really better than me? Or was she just being coy? Was this real, or acting?

Time flowed by, and so did the semen.

Novels can be deleted and rewritten, but semen won't flow back, it's irreversible, even though I already regretted it.

Before this, I had assumed this sex scene would only happen in a novel. And it would be the final climax, something
I'd been building up, laying the groundwork for countless emotions and yearnings.

Now I regret it! But it's irreversible; it's actually happened.

Now, my wife's body is filled with black semen. Just thinking about the smell makes me nauseous.

Time never stops. The semen seeped in little by little. Ten minutes later, it must have taken over
her uterus right?

The deed is done… We're still embracing, my wife enjoying the unprecedented afterglow,
or perhaps anticipating another climax?

I'm torn between love and hate; my heart is suffocating!

I'm excited to see my wife find pleasure in this, to the point of being unable to extricate herself. I'm

angry that I've ruined my wife's life, and now I'm worried she might become addicted? Trapped in a vortex of lust, she's forgotten to
come home.

I retreated outside. The sunlight in the hallway was even more dazzling. I couldn't bear to look at it; the sunlight stung my body, and I almost
fainted .

I believed the novel was still unfolding, and I couldn't bear to leave.

Tang Ni got up, clutching her private parts, and rushed out of the room into the bathroom. I took my high-powered camera and peeked into the bathroom through the small window.
She started showering, applying water and soap to her private parts, occasionally splashing her face—was she trying to calm down?

Occasionally, she splashed her mouth—was her breath still carrying the taste of the boss?

Suddenly, I felt more semen flowing from her vagina. She washed again, over and over, as if no amount of washing could
clean her.

Looking at the flowing water, I felt it was mixed with her tears, but I wasn't sure.

What I was certain of was her full, firm breasts, her slender, fat-free abdomen, her sparse pubic hair, her pert, snowy
buttocks , and her long, wet hair hanging down her chest, obscuring her rosy cheeks. The moisture gave her a
hazy beauty, making it impossible for me to see into her heart.

I forgot how I got downstairs.

Passing by my usual food stall, the proprietress asked me what was wrong. Usually, I was afraid of spending money, only eating a bowl of minced pork and rice
with fish skin soup. Me. I cooked a grouper today and drank a whole bottle of beer.

Slightly tipsy, I staggered home, but my wife wasn't back yet.

When she came in, I went up to her, pinned her against the threshold, and ripped off her clothes. She pinched me and
scolded , "Hey! You big pervert!" Still acting? She didn't seem to notice
the pain and inner turmoil I felt after finding out about her affair.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen by others? You're such a pervert!" Tang Ni laughed and punched me again.

"You cheated on me, aren't you afraid of hurting my heart? I'm afraid of my wife being seen." At this question, my wife
blushed and was speechless. Then she pursed her lips, her eyes red-rimmed, and couldn't lift her head.

She probably knew my deep resentment, and from then on, she remained silent, even indulging my roughness. I thrust in
without mercy . From the feedback of my glans, I knew the narrow opening had loosened.

"Husband!...Don't be angry! Spare...me..." she said, each word forced.

"My wife's been fucked so badly, and you expect me not to be angry?" I was incredibly conflicted. The less she defended herself,
the more fucked her. Tang Ni, you have immunity for cheating, can't you come up with a reason?

"...Ugh...I'm sorry, I have no reason...uh...ah..." As I roughly scolded her, Tang Ni went from
begging for mercy to moaning, and these moans seemed rhythmic, as if they were responding to my scolding.

"You slut, you have immunity, so you don't have to inform your husband?" Why did I say that? Was I
getting the upper hand from ?

At this moment, my wife's phone rang. She didn't dare to answer it; it kept ringing, then dropped and rang again. I told her to bring the phone
over. I looked, and it was Paul. I put the phone next to her face and yelled, "Answer it!" while I continued to
whip her with my penis.

She hesitated, but still leaned against the door to answer the phone, just trying her best not to let her boss hear
the conversation . "Hey! It's nothing. Me? I'm fine... um..." This made me even angrier, and I thrust even more violently, so violently that even
the door started to shake.

"It's nothing...yes, he found out, no, he's very rational...mmm...uhh..." She hung up the phone,
tears streaming down her face, her sobbing making me both angry and heartbroken.

"Regret it? Tell me." I grabbed her hair and whispered in her ear, "You could have just told me,
why did you have to get yourself into this state? Huh..."

"Waaah...Honey...I was wrong...don't be angry...I'll do whatever you say." Seeing my wife admit her mistake like this,
I couldn't continue.

"Hmph...was it good?" I gripped my wife's buttocks, thrusting faster and deeper, feeling the heat gush out from my glans with
tremendous force. In that moment of release, all my pride was almost completely submerged in the semen.

After ejaculating, I pulled out, feeling dizzy. My wife turned around and supported me, saying, "Yulong, sit down, I'll
lick your dick clean. Don't be angry anymore, you can do whatever you want from now on, okay?" I wasn't angry, I was sad!

That night, I held my wife in my arms, afraid to close my eyes, lest I wake up and lose her.

Tang Ni whispered in my ear, "I love you! Husband, I really love you, I've always loved you."

Did she sound like she was talking in her sleep? I rolled over and blew on her private parts, my lips getting closer and closer, my tongue finally touching hers. She shyly pushed my head
away saying, "No, it's dirty there!"

I ignored her, pressing my entire mouth against hers, as if sucking something in. She trembled uncontrollably, her whole body
seemingly weak, and said in a seductive voice, "Yulong, please put it in again, okay? I want it."

After Pandora's box was opened, we didn't argue.

But she uprooted the pot of trumpet lilies, sealing the bulbs in the refrigerator.

I was puzzled, unable to understand her meaning, so I had ask her, "You've been acting strange lately, what happened
?" She replied:

"The lilies are no longer pure, I did something that men would hate—cheating."

That's right! You read that right, it was cheating. I'm just an actress; what I care about most is proving that I
'm still attractive. I must have hurt my husband's feelings. I don't want to make excuses; cheating is wrong, I
know that myself, so please don't scold me.

Since it's come to this, didn't scold her; and I didn't blame her anymore!

Tang Ni lost her innocent, pure-hearted acting opportunities after marrying me, and now she's willing to switch to erotic roles, so I
can't bear to scold her.

During a walk, we had a heart-to-heart talk by the river. I asked her how this could have happened.

She then told me about her time as a translator at a foreign company and some trivial matters with that black man.

My face turned pale and then red. She was like a cicada, her words constantly buzzing in my ears, while passersby
mistook us for whispering sweet nothings.

"Honey, you love it when I don't wear underwear, right?" I nodded.

She continued: "

When I don't wear underwear, the pheromones from my vagina are very strong." Black men are naturally sensitive to smell; the boss was the first
to notice , initially just smiling knowingly. Later, unable to resist the temptation, he often came over wanting to sniff around.

And I thought I was still popular, still acting in a novel. Others send revealing clothes, and you actually allow me to show mine;

I want to cheat, and you even give me immunity, aren't you angry?

"Huh! Just because I'm not angry, you use that as an excuse to cheat?"

She lowered her head and slowly replied:

"Yes! Slowly, my steadfast morality, like ice, slowly melted away by the fire of desire!"

Husband! I'm not slutty, I'm just honest, frank with my body. I want different kinds of orgasms,
I like to be squeezed and twisted, I like my body to be controlled, I want to be picked up and fucked hard… and so much more.

Your indulgence made me believe you would agree. And so it happened, I let the boss into my
body .

Listening to my wife's detailed account, I was drenched in sweat. The sweltering heat was intense, the sun piercing through the leaves, casting
dark , swaying and wavering. Happiness, like ice cubes, fell to the ground, melting and shrinking until it became
a puddle, then disappeared.

I kept skipping stones into the river; my wife, leaning on the railing, didn't even look at me, saying she understood:

"Skipping stones, once gone, never to return. If you blame me, I'm willing to divorce you!"

Divorce—what a terrifying word! I don't want it!

Infidelity is just an illusion; once it happens, it happens. Any affair, infidelity, or being fucked is just
a form of sex, like ice cubes, it will disappear.

But sex is a blood-pumping drug, a poison that can lead to ruin, yet it's also like fine wine,
impossible to resist. My innocent wife has accepted it; that's the fact. I have to adapt. I feel
some regret, but I won't blame her!

"No, darling, it's not your fault. We kept our feelings hidden too long!" I said regretfully.
"It's not like this is the first time for you, and we've always been very happy, haven't we?"

"No, this is my first time."

Her hand reached towards my neck, her eyes blinking, guiding me inside. The pink shell closed tightly again, and I was trapped
within , never losing myself. Let the waters of desire draw me into the deeper, deeper sea.

A jolt, the water began to swirl, the mermaid trailing her long tail, making me churn endlessly.

I felt a breeze, the shadows of my heart swaying, my figure swaying in the river, and from the response, I
felt touching more of her.

After leaving the maze, she asked shyly, "Can this pink shell still be used?" I nodded.

"Then... from now on, husband will only have ."

We stopped pursuing the matter.

Novels need someone to hate, someone to fall, someone to regret, for someone to like them.

But hiding inside the pink shell, my dignity won't be hurt, I don't even have to face the problems.

Donnie is like the ocean, while other people's semen is like ice, long since melted and disappeared.

After Iron Cannon Lily was sealed away, Donnie became very obedient and dutiful, and even quit her job translating for Paul. She was unemployed
at home, while I was overwhelmed with her!

We indulged in lust every day, making love every day, each trying to make up for the other's shortcomings.

Donnie became less reserved about sex, more proactive, and more varied.

1. 2. 3. 4. …10 days! In just ten days, I was exhausted.

I asked her, "Wife, why are you so provocative every day?"

I'm not provocative. I'm just greedy.

"Tell me, what does it feel like when the boss fucks you?"

The feeling of being with my husband and the boss is different.

My husband is small and soft, and you pamper me so much, even if I don't easily orgasm, I feel secure and at peace. You asked me why
I want to have sex every day? After sex, the guild will keep caressing me and coaxing me to sleep.

Black men are sex machines, so captivating. Giving your body to them is like having a gourmet meal, a true pleasure. But
you can only indulge in it occasionally, otherwise you can't handle it.

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