Agreement to share a wife

Newlyweds, enjoying a wonderful honeymoon. But then came the appointed time. An unpleasant appointment, one that gave me a terrible headache. "Li Yi." "Li Yi!" "Li Yi!!" "Hmm?" I looked up at my wife, Ling, Chen Ling, sitting opposite me. "What are you thinking about? I've called you several times!" My wife pointed with her chopsticks to the pork rib soup in the deep white glaze on the table. "Drink some soup! I've told you so many times. Try my new seaweed and pork rib soup." Chen Ling and I were currently in a small southern town on the mainland. There weren't many people, and the greenery was abundant. Of course, I didn't think it was a good place for a honeymoon. Although the scenery was beautiful, there was a lack of attractions, making it rather monotonous for tourism. But this was where my wife wanted to be, so I had to obey her wishes. After all, having grown up in a big city, it was understandable that she wanted to try the slow pace of small-town life. We rented a small apartment. As the main force in the 21st century, our work is primarily online. She's an online writer, using her keyboard to depict fantastical love stories. I'm a software planning engineer, responsible for proposing optimization plans for the company's software based on user requirements—a very ordinary job. Right now, we're sitting around a small, cream-colored wooden round table in the apartment. She's at one end, I'm at the other. "Hmm, I was engrossed in thinking about the plan. Okay, let me try it." I picked up my bowl and scooped some soup and bones into the plate. Chen Ling is a seasoned cook; her "new learning" probably just involved changing the way the ingredients were combined. The rib soup was fragrant, the seasonings were just right, and the heat was perfectly controlled. "It tastes really good!" I didn't hold back my praise, giving her a thumbs up. Ling smiled. Her smile was beautiful. Some people's smiles are sunny, some are pleasing to the eye, and some make people feel comfortable. Ling's smile encompassed all of these, but it was more than that. I love her very much, and her smile is a big part of that. "Drink more if it's good, it's very nutritious!" Although the soup suited my taste, I wasn't in the mood to savor it at the moment. "Next month, I've made plans to get together with some friends, and I'll take you. Want to come?" I asked softly, "You don't have to!" I decided that if Ling didn't want to go, even if it meant breaking the promise and facing unbearable consequences, I would accept it. "Sure, since we made a promise, let's go. Breaking a promise isn't good!" She agreed, but my heart clenched. It's okay, it might not be us. I comforted myself. That night, I sat at my desk in the study, staring blankly at the empty computer screen. Back then, I was just a twelve-year-old child, like every other child, afraid of boredom and afraid of being isolated. Children back then always have wild fantasies and unrealistic expectations. Under the willow tree at the village entrance, a group of eleven or twelve-year-old boys gathered together. "What if we can't get wives in the future?" asked Zhang Fang, the "big brother" among us. He was very well-developed; although we were all the same age, he had already grown to 1.7 meters tall and was quite strong. In that village, there were no girls of our generation. The previous generation had all grown up to be big, chubby boys. All seven of us, including myself, were boys. At the village primary school, we were the only seven in our grade in one class, taught by the same teacher, an old man with round glasses. None of us could answer Zhang Fang's question; after all, we were too young to think about wives. "Some of us will eventually get one," one of the boys suggested. "Then let's think of an idea to make sure we all have wives in the future!" Zhang Fang said, stroking his chin. We all eagerly offered our ideas, but none of them were adopted by Zhang Fang. Zhang Fang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I have a plan! You all wait, meet here again tomorrow!" He then ran home without looking back. The next morning, Zhang Fang led us, who had gathered under the willow tree, to the school classroom. Because it was summer vacation, the school was deserted, so we climbed over the wall. Zhang Fang took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, shook it, and laid it flat on the desk. We curiously gathered around to look at it. It read: "Twelve years later, Zhang Fang, Fang Mao… and seven others will each bring their wives and gather together to choose the most beautiful one to be the 'public wife' of the remaining six. The 'public wife' means she will be the wife of six men and randomly bear a child for one of them, for a period of one year. Five of the women will each give the 'public wife's' husband 100,000 yuan, and the woman who impregnates the 'public wife' will give her husband 500,000 yuan. Anyone who breaks the agreement will have to pay 5 million yuan to the others." "There was a lot of blank space below this paragraph. Zhang Fang clapped his hands and said, 'To give each of us the chance to have a child with a pretty girl, I came up with this method. What do you think?' Fang Mao was the first to clap: 'Brother Fang is really great, he came up with such a good idea.' Two others also clapped. I didn't clap, nor did two of my friends. Zhang Fang continued, 'Anyone who disagrees will no longer play with us.' This time, no one objected. Isolation was the most effective weapon against us back then. Zhang Fang brought a small sewing needle and said, 'Let's sign our names and put our fingerprints on this. I'll go first!' After saying that, he pricked his left thumb, waited for the blood to flow out, pressed a bloody fingerprint on the paper, and wrote 'Zhang Fang' below the fingerprint. The rest of them followed suit, signing their names and putting their fingerprints on the paper. Then Zhang Fang carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket. A ringtone pulled me back to reality; an icon was flashing at the bottom of the computer desktop. It turned out to be an email. I clicked the icon with the mouse." It was an email from Zhang Fang: "The time is set, the 8th of next month, location xxxxxx." Actually, when I was thirteen, my family moved away from that small village to a strange city, and lost contact with them. I even forgot about that promise. But last month, I don't know how Zhang Fang found my contact information, and he asked me to meet him, and even mentioned that promise at the end of the meeting. "That promise is being kept as agreed," he said. This is why I'm so troubled! I shut down my computer, quietly walked to the bedroom door, and slowly opened it. I didn't expect Ling to be awake, but lying on her side playing on her phone. "Are you done working?" Ling tossed her phone aside and asked. "Yeah," I replied, and turned on the light. "Playing on your phone with the light off is bad for your eyes." "I was just listening to music. Come on, give me a kiss." Ling opened her arms, waiting for my hug. I walked to her side, embraced her, and pressed my lips to hers. The taste of Ling's lips and teeth was intoxicating. I gently traced her teeth with my tongue, our tongues intertwining and sucking. My right hand slipped from under her silken nightgown and climbed to her breasts, gently kneading her exquisite, shapely breasts, perfectly sized for my hand to fully cover. My left hand encircled her slender waist, exploring downwards from behind. Then it touched her buttocks, which I loved most; not large, but particularly firm and elastic. I slowly, yet firmly, squeezed her buttocks, my fingertips gradually moving down the cleft, gently inserting into her anus. Ling let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. Below, my left fingertips moved in and out of Ling's anus; above, my mouth sealed hers. She uttered words, low and unclear: "No!"... "Dirty"... After a long while, our lips parted, a thin, shiny silver thread running through them. Ling's eyes were hazy and unfocused, her mouth slightly open: "Husband, I want..." My heart burned even hotter, my brain could no longer think rationally, and my lower body was throbbing violently. I impatiently stripped off my clothes and threw them on the floor, then used my hands to peel away her clothes from the middle of her robe. Just as I was about to enter her, Ling took a condom from the bedside table and tore it open with her mouth. "Husband, put this on." My wife didn't want to start having a child at this time, so we always used protection. I was both amused and exasperated, and could only put on this destructive thing. Then, amidst Ling's low moans, I entered her body.The Simmons bed with its mahogany base began to creak and groan, mingling with my wife's moans. The tightness in my lower body made me lose control of my voice, a soft groan escaping my throat. The sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed in the empty bedroom, filled with the warmth of spring. In my eyes, she was petite, delicate, someone I cherished, someone worthy of my tenderness during sex. We didn't use many positions; the most common was the normal face-to-face missionary position. From my perspective, in this position, I could observe Ling's expression during sex, the one that drove me wild: her slightly parted mouth, the tiny trembling of her nostrils, her dark eyes, glistening with moisture, already glazed over, her brow furrowing slightly with each thrust, and an involuntary, kitten-like whimper escaping her throat. Of course, I also loved it when she lay flat on the bed, and I penetrated her firm, round buttocks, her soft, white flesh slapping against my hips, giving me immense satisfaction. Twenty minutes later, I ejaculated inside Ling. This was the result of my best efforts to control myself; I wanted her to experience the greatest possible pleasure. However, my semen was blocked by a membrane, unable to reach its longed-for craving, and could only float in a small, inorganic bag before being thrown into the trash can next to the bed.

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