Real marital promiscuity

First, I had advised my wife to try working with someone else a long time ago, but she always disagreed. Later, she agreed, but asked me to find someone for her, not someone she met online. This seemed almost impossible. Then, in the spring of 2000, an opportunity suddenly presented itself. A young migrant worker, a fellow villager, practically a relative, named Xiao C (we share the same surname), four years younger than my wife, came along. My father had received great kindness from his family when he was homeless, so I asked him to look after him. He had previously worked for a construction team in Beijing and had visited once, bringing me some local specialties from his hometown—though they were inexpensive, I still felt uneasy. Later, he came to my door, saying he had seen an advertisement in the newspaper for some kind of training program in Beijing, and he had enrolled in a course. However, the conditions in his makeshift shelter were too poor to guarantee he could learn radio repair and high school physics, which were already unfamiliar to him, as well as some electrical knowledge. He asked if he could come to my house for two days a week on his days off to study. Of course, I was happy to repay this debt of gratitude on behalf of the previous generation. I asked him if his construction site was far from here, and suggested he come to my place on Saturdays and Sundays to eat, stay, and study. He was delighted and insisted on paying for his meals. My wife agreed (she insisted we pay, otherwise he'd think we were rich; in reality, the few dollars he paid wouldn't even cover the cost of a single dish). I arranged for him to stay in a small room next to where my wife and I lived. That room used to be a small hallway, separated from the passageway by a wooden partition. Our room and his room had a window in the middle, with curtains on both sides. Because he loved learning and treated my wife with utmost respect. (My wife wore a uniform; she wasn't as pretty as described in the article, was she? She had a slightly high nose, a pointed face, and one eyelid was single, the other double, but her features were well-proportioned. Overall, she was very elegant and refined, and very fair-skinned—definitely a beauty in our hometown. She had a C-section, and her waistline had recently expanded, but it was still manageable at the time.) My wife often praised Xiao C for being sensible. At first, my wife had some prejudice and disdain for Xiao C. She thought he smelled bad, was dirty, and spoke loudly, etc. But Xiao C was actually a graduate of a regular high school, and he quickly corrected these minor flaws. Moreover, as soon as he arrived at our house, he went all out, even putting down his books when he was studying. He also admired me a lot; I'm somewhat well-known in our hometown. When he first came, he even called me "Uncle," which made my wife incredibly happy. Actually, I'm less handsome than him, so my wife naturally liked his attitude towards us. Seeing that he seemed honest and had genuinely complimented my wife's beauty, I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to experience this kind of excitement! How did I persuade him? Well, there's a story: My wife and I had previously agreed that we couldn't do that when he came back. Later, one time when he came back, I had sex with my wife in the middle of the night, deliberately making a lot of noise, so he must have woken up. A few days after he left, when I had sex with my wife again, I told her, "Xiao C must have heard everything, he was so excited. He masturbated, and I saw he washed his underwear." My wife was embarrassed and blamed me. Then I said, "He must be thinking about you while he's masturbating. Why don't you give it to him?" At first, my wife got angry, but I kept pleading. When I saw her hesitate and felt her underwear was wet, I knew she was tempted. A woman's hesitation is a sign of agreement; everyone should grasp this point if they like this kind of fun. Don't ask repeatedly, or you'll scare her away. Then we discussed how to proceed. During this discussion, we were both very excited and started doing it. Then came the flirtatious flirting. My wife is quite good at this, and I told her not to scare him. Then, on Saturday and Sunday, I made excuses to go out during the day, and my wife was with him the whole time. Later, I asked my wife about it, and she laughed and said, "He's very timid, and you've done him a favor, so I didn't flirt openly." The first day was simple: while washing her hair, she asked him to get a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and then helped her rub her hair. Later, my wife's hand touched his hand. He's a married man after all, and he knows some women's hints. The next morning, she asked him to come out and help her hang up the clothes. She didn't intend anything, but dramatically, the aluminum clothes rack suddenly broke off with the weight of the clothes and hit my wife squarely on the head. She cried out and squatted down. Little C quickly checked her injury, and my wife put her hand on his knee for a moment. Little C finally couldn't take it anymore and pressed his hand on my wife's hand for a few seconds before she pulled it away. The following week, we had very passionate sex; after all, this was my wife's first emotional affair. Then, at a family dinner to welcome Little C over, all three of us drank a little. At the agreed-upon 11 o'clock, Little C's lights were off. Seeing that my wife wasn't completely sober, I smiled at her. She was a little reckless, so in the dark, she took off all her underwear, put on her pajamas, and we kissed passionately for a while before I took her there. After knocking and entering, Xiao C turned on the light. He wasn't asleep yet, so we didn't bother explaining our intentions (it's hard to explain these things clearly). We just went with the prepared excuse. My wife went straight to the other end of his bed and sat down. I stood and told her that he wouldn't need to pay for meals anymore, that it was his sister-in-law's decision, and then I left, leaving the rest to my wife. She didn't seem to open up immediately; she just smiled at him, then blushed and didn't say anything (her face was still red when I entered). He was lying on the bed, realizing something was wrong, and he was sweating. He didn't even seem to say thank you, leaving my wife at a loss. After a few minutes, I heard no movement from inside the room, so I mustered my courage and went in, saying to him in my hometown dialect: "Brother, aren't you going to thank your sister-in-law? She likes you a lot. If you like her, sleep with her." My wife then stood up, smiling at him, and said: "Do you think I'm not good-looking?" He shook his head hurriedly, still not understanding. Then my wife said to him, "If you like me, I'll sleep with you." Then she took off her pajamas, lifted his sheets, and squeezed onto his bed. I said, "Brother, your sister-in-law likes you quite a bit." Then my wife pulled his hand to her breast. I prefer touching a woman's nipples, but my wife prefers me grabbing her breasts in a big handful. My wife then pressed her lower body against him and buried her head in his chest. I watched with my own eyes, and I remember it very clearly. My wife then wrapped one of her thighs around Xiao C's legs. Xiao C was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything to me, and then blankly rolled onto my wife, touching her vigorously, including her genitals. Xiao C had sexual experience very early (he got married around twenty, I think). I asked if I should leave. My wife groaned and said, "You should leave." Then she let Xiao C kiss her; Xiao C was the second man she had ever kissed. After I left, I was filled with mixed emotions. The door was ajar, and all I could hear from inside was the creaking of the bed; nothing else. Even more unexpectedly, less than five minutes later, my wife rushed out in a panic. I followed her into the bathroom and immediately noticed a sticky substance hanging from her plump legs. My wife blushed and laughed, saying, "He ejaculated inside me before I could even put a condom on him. He was probably too nervous." Then I said, "It might be better if I went in." I never imagined that watching pornography could actually be endured and enjoyed. My wife casually said, "If you can really handle it, then go in." The second time, I went in with my wife. She asked him at the door if he was tired and still able to do it. He nodded quickly, and then my wife suddenly ran into his arms, not making him put on a condom again. I even watched as he penetrated her. The first thing I noticed was that his glans was indeed quite large. I suspected that my own small glans might be related to my phimosis. When I inserted it, because it was already lubricated by his semen, it went in very smoothly, and I even heard a gurgling sound, probably because the air inside was being expelled. My wife let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and didn't say anything, but her face was contorted with excitement. When I inserted it all the way in, my wife gasped, and her mouth twisted. Then I told him to lift my wife's legs, bend them, and press them down during thrusting; that would make it easier. My wife is a bit tall (1.67 meters), quite voluptuous, and has long legs, but his single bed is against the wall. Experienced friends know that in the woman-on-bottom position, if you're penetrating, the woman's legs have to be spread quite wide, which makes the space a bit cramped. We changed positions halfway through. Little C sat, and my wife sat on his lap, facing me. While we were doing it, Little C reached down and touched my wife's breasts. My desire surged. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples between two fingers. My wife looked down for a moment, moaning softly. Then I took her hands, but didn't touch her. Because Little C had kissed her passionately earlier, there were saliva stains everywhere on my wife's chest, nipples, calves, abdomen, and face. My wife had tried to kiss me, but I felt awkward remembering her kiss with Little C. Later, she became more accepting, but usually it was only with him and my wife...He kissed his mother-in-law for five or six minutes before kissing his wife. They did it for about forty minutes (actually, people's sense of time is worst at this time; when I got back, I checked the time and it was probably a little faster, maybe even longer). When he ejaculated again, his wife was already pressed against the headboard, with no chance to back away. She was also holding on tightly, incredibly excited, more excited than ever with me. But unlike the erotic novels I write, there was almost no meaningful moaning. Later, when they did it again, I was mostly in the inner room, at most hearing things like "fuck me to death" or "fuck me to death." After he finished, he put his wife down. His wife, so engrossed in the act, was too tired to move, just lying lazily on the bed, letting her fluids run down her thighs and onto the bed, without washing herself. So, in my writing, I'm being truthful; it's true that infidelity can bring women great pleasure, 100% surpassing the pleasure with their husbands, of course, provided everyone is roughly equal in skill. I saw that my wife got along well with him, and although it was different from our original agreement, I still told her to sleep with him that night. Little C must have been holding back for a long time, because he recovered in less than ten minutes. I had already gone back to the room and couldn't wait to masturbate, but I could hear my wife's screams inside, and the sounds of lovemaking starting again immediately. The sounds of his and his wife's revelry inside also gave me a pleasure that I could never experience in masturbation for the first time. The first night really brought great satisfaction to both my wife and me. Around six in the morning, my wife pushed open the door with a smile, her face not looking too good, but with a very happy and shy look. She didn't seem to have any inhibitions, mainly because she already knew that I especially liked this kind of stimulation. I wrote my first wife-swapping comedy (my first unfinished eunuch novel), which was written the year we got married, and she even commented on it after reading it. I asked my wife to get on the bed, and she laughed and said, "I haven't showered yet, I'm so dirty, don't you mind?" I immediately pushed her down and started having sex with her. Let me tell you, if a woman doesn't shower the next day after sex, the smell is very pungent (both pungent and a little smelly). Normally, I would definitely make her shower. But that time, the thought of another man's semen mixed with her vaginal fluid made the smell even stronger. I do have a foreskin, and his glans is very large. I asked my wife what it felt like to have her large glans inserted, and she said it went in quite deep and felt very comfortable inside. I asked her how it was when he ejaculated, and she said: "I almost went crazy at the time. The initial feeling was very intense, like a very warm current rushing into her, and her brain short-circuited. The next time it was in spurts, and the last time it felt like it flowed in." Last night, he ejaculated four times in total! She even secretly showed me the stains on the sheets later. Two, three people living in one house for a period of time, my wife would usually come back after finishing. Gradually, she started sleeping with him all night, but she definitely didn't stay in his room from dusk till nightfall, and he came back very late. My wife stayed with me the whole time, and when it was time to sleep, after using the toilet, she wouldn't come back to my place. During those four months, he slept with my wife much more often than I did! At least five times. Because I basically had sex with her once a week, but he had sex with her at least twice a week, and he could ejaculate two or three times almost every night! Especially in the beginning, sometimes I would accompany her to the toilet, watching her wash her butt and brush her teeth. After she finished brushing her teeth, she would ask Xiao C to brush and wash. Xiao C wasn't used to maintaining such personal hygiene at first. Initially, my wife changed her pajamas here, but later she put some underwear in the dresser in the small room, and sometimes she would change directly at his place. I was really excited when she changed here. The description of picking out underwear for my wife in some of my articles came from this. Sometimes I would hug my wife and kiss her for a while. In the beginning, because I was particularly excited, I didn't let my wife wear underwear and bras several times, saying that even if she wore them, someone would strip her naked anyway, so it was better not to wear them. My wife was also very excited, and she really went into his room without wearing anything underneath. But later she wore more, probably because she had this habit. I, on the other hand, would masturbate wildly at the sound of movement. There's another thing about clothes, which I've put in the section on fun. My wife doesn't really want me to masturbate too often. My health isn't very good; I used to dislike exercise. Sometimes when they're intimate, my wife is very careful not to make any noise. During the day, Xiao C's status in my house hasn't changed at all; he's even more respectful to me. I have a good personality and have always been friendly to Xiao C, so he's never felt particularly uneasy around me. In the beginning, I almost never talked to him about my wife. I was still quite reserved and couldn't really open up. One evening, my wife hadn't come back from her mother's house yet. I was watching TV and, finding it boring, went into his room to see what he was studying. I sat on his bed and, after mustering up my courage, finally asked, "I think your sister-in-law is pretty good, isn't she?" He didn't understand what I meant, blushed adorably, and nodded hurriedly. Seeing him blush made me blush too, and then he just lowered his head to read. I was incredibly embarrassed and cursed myself for being an idiot as I left. He did talk to me about it once, saying that his sister-in-law was really good to him. Actually, I really wanted to talk to him about this topic, but my answer wasn't very appropriate, and he got scared and didn't dare bring it up again. It wasn't until a near threesome that we relaxed a bit, but we only talked about it in front of my wife during sex. Around the third month, our relationship gradually became more intimate, and Xiao C became more active. Some of our chats became quite ambiguous, but not much. Below is a recording of a steamy conversation, which you'll see in a bit. Most of the time the three of us spent together was watching TV on the sofa. At the time, our sofa was set up a bit crookedly facing the TV, and my wife liked to lean against the innermost side so her head didn't have to be tilted too much. After she started seeing Xiao C, I often sat on the innermost side, and my wife leaned against my lap. Sometimes she would put her long legs on Xiao C's lap, and sometimes she would squint and have Xiao C massage her feet. Sometimes Xiao C would touch and kiss her at the same time. The boldest time was when he reached under my wife's skirt and touched her inner thigh. That was the most outrageous thing. My wife just looked up at me and giggled, without any other reaction. After my wife had an affair with Xiao C, her attitude towards me became exceptionally gentle, loving, and submissive, and our relationship became incredibly intimate. We argued much less, and even when we did, she always gave in to me. I loved her very much at the time. However, what bothered me was that my wife later denied it. I asked her why she had always been so accommodating, and she said she just listened to whoever was right. Whenever we were intimate, since Xiao C wasn't home, some of our conversations became quite interesting. Some of the dialogues I've mentioned in this post are based on real events, though they weren't as refined or numerous. A typical example is when I asked her who did it better, and she replied that it was definitely Xiao C. For those with cuckolding tendencies, this is true, because women experience stronger vaginal sensations and contractions during infidelity, almost certainly providing more stimulation to the other man's penis! Another typical example is when we discussed whose penis was longer or bigger. Occasionally, the topic of having children came up. We didn't have kids then, but my wife was still nervous, although the possibility of it happening was definitely real. If you want excitement, there's always a price to pay. Then I had him check his blood type, and it turned out to be the same as mine. So I told my wife to try to avoid that kind of thing. If she did get pregnant, we wouldn't test the DNA; I'd just pretend the child was mine. Later, one night my wife was in her fertile window and we had sex. He took off the condom, and my wife pretended not to know, probably because she was less worried. Because he only came home on Saturdays and Sundays, the three of us were usually at home. He also had to study. Occasionally they would get up very late; once they slept until 11:30. I'd already bought groceries and come back, a little angry, and banged on their door. My wife was almost always the first to come out, completely contrary to the fabricated "help." If she saw I was already busy, she'd feel apologetic. For a while, he found a fellow villager to watch the construction site for him, and he sneaked back even more often. Once, a wall in their construction site warehouse collapsed, and they had to move everything to a shared warehouse outside. For seven days straight, my wife slept with him for six of those days! I'm not exaggerating at all. I noticed her vagina seemed a bit darker, and I'd been masturbating for two days! I still maintain the habit of masturbation. And hearing my wife's moans with another man is more arousing than doing it myself! At first, this feeling was extremely strong, but later it became indifferent. However, thinking about it now, it feels very exciting. Of course, this might just be the feeling of someone who's been cuckolded. The idea of helping my wife cheat was based on this. My wife thought it was unrealistic after reading it. Mainly, she felt it was too hurtful to the husband in the story, and there had never been a situation where "Little C" and I were fighting over my wife. In fact, they both give in to me more. They've been intimate and had sex during the day. Once in the living room...He was touching her there, and I caught him red-handed. He had already pulled his wife's top up over her head, unhooked her bra, and pulled her trousers down to her buttocks. Little C had one hand on his wife's breast and the other inside her trousers. Once, it happened in the small room, back when my wife had just started doing it for him. When I came home in the afternoon, I found the door closed. It took a while (over an hour) for my wife to come out, blushing. She was so cute, her hair was messy, and she was holding a large wad of toilet paper, which she quickly threw away. She looked at me with a strangely bright look in her eyes! I asked her if she enjoyed it. She pushed me away. This was the only time they did it during the day, which I'll discuss in more detail in the "funny" section. In the last month, they changed his job, making him transport sand and grind something, which was very strenuous. Plus, he had a fever once, and he couldn't handle it anymore. He coughed a lot. But he could still manage about twice a week. Maybe he felt his body was failing him. Anyway, back then, whenever he came home, my wife would try her best to cook him something good every day. I suspect my wife might have helped him financially. But I didn't ask; it wouldn't be good to ask. My wife still has a high sex drive, maybe that's when she really got aroused. I can only try my best to satisfy her and reduce the frequency of masturbation. Thirdly, we haven't had many unprotected sex encounters. The first night was an accident, but we've had it more than ten times since. The unprotected encounters were all during her safe period (there were two times outside of her safe period that I ejaculated inside, which I mentioned earlier, I'll mention again later). I participated most of the time, but not in a threesome. He would ejaculate first, and then I would penetrate him in another spot. Don't ask me why; I just find it more exciting. When we use condoms, I basically don't participate because we usually do it the day before he comes, and it's too tiring. She even draws the long curtains on the window so I can't see. After closing the door, she'll check if it's locked. But I can hear everything very clearly, including the sounds of penetration (the sound of water)! Occasionally, it's particularly loud! Sometimes he penetrates directly, and my wife helps him put on a condom when he's almost at his climax. We even use the same American condoms my wife bought when we got married. When he ejaculated directly inside, everyone was very happy. This included scenes I've described in some of my writings, like him standing, holding my wife, and me pushing her forward. One time, my personal experience was particularly intense: he kissed my wife's wet vagina (my wife usually doesn't like me kissing her there, saying she's afraid I'll find it dirty, but she agreed to let him—can you guess what my wife's mindset was?). I held my wife's hands down, preventing her from moving, and then he even sucked on it (I don't know how he knew that). Later, when he penetrated her, my wife orgasmed in less than three minutes. Then, when he ejaculated inside again, my wife orgasmed again with her buttocks thrusting. I only ejaculated that one time in front of Xiao C, but still through my underwear. This shouldn't be considered a threesome because I wasn't involved. I didn't want to, and my wife didn't agree. I never took my clothes off completely; I just watched while wearing my underwear. There were also some more erotic scenes; sometimes my wife would bathe with him, washing and touching each other in the bathroom. My wife said she'd never done it directly in the toilet. But if it wasn't penetration, it was done with her hands. Because she started moaning afterwards. Also, several times I went to the toilet and bumped into my wife washing herself, and I hugged her, touched her, and penetrated her (twice I deliberately bumped into her). My wife had sex with him more than ten times during her safe period. After he ejaculated into her vagina, I would accompany her to the toilet, and while she wasn't washing, I would put her on the washing machine and have sex with her. A few times, she and I went to the master bedroom in the inner room to have sex, which was more enjoyable. It was really slippery and hot inside. Some of his semen leaked out when I first penetrated her, but actually, under the light, it wasn't very stimulating; the description in the text was exaggerated. Having sex in the inner room with the lights off allowed for a huge amount of imagination. At that time, I had already read one of Ma Wang's works, which mentioned a wife who let her husband penetrate her after another man ejaculated, saying that she wanted her husband's penis to squeeze the other man's semen all the way inside. I mentioned this to my wife at that time, borrowing that wife's words, saying to my wife, "Let me squeeze some of Xiao C's semen into you again." My wife became very excited, murmuring sweet nothings, and we both felt a strange stimulation. This process is usually very intense, and ejaculation is quick. Only once did it exceed half an hour. My wife also quite likes this feeling, finding the sensation of two men's semen inside her vagina very erotic. However, we've never had sex together. She probably feels nervous when two men are doing it. Another very interesting incident happened once. I went to Zhongguancun and bought two pornographic films, both Japanese, one of which was fake. The real one was watched by the three of us. The most erotic part was when my wife sat on his lap after watching the first chapter. This was one of the few times they openly engaged in intimate contact in front of me (without having sex). While watching, my wife asked Xiao C to kiss her lips. Xiao C didn't kiss her; he asked me to. But his hand went inside my wife's shirt. My wife wasn't wearing a bra, just a shirt, and through the fabric, I could clearly see that her nipples were hardened by his touch. I also became aroused and reached into my wife's skirt and pants to touch her. My wife watched TV while we touched her, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy, and she made sighing sounds. After watching one episode, she went back to her room with Xiao C. After Xiao C finished, my wife went back to my room (it was pre-arranged), and then I had sex with her again. I ejaculated without a condom, and then she went back to Xiao C's room to sleep. When Xiao C continued having sex with her, I was already asleep from exhaustion. Below is a steamy conversation between the three of us (this was the first explicit steamy conversation, and I remember it quite clearly; there are actually some more interesting ones. Let's be a little more open; in a two-husband-one-wife relationship, many ordinary conversations can easily become steamy): We were watching TV, and somehow, Xiao C said, "The relationship between men and women is interesting to think about, but actually it's not that bad." Then I blurted out, "Not that bad? You did it so many times last night..." Xiao C didn't dare to speak, just smiled foolishly. My wife then pounced on me as if to hit me, but I grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "I'm just being considerate." My wife replied that it wasn't necessary, that I was fine, so I said, "Xiao C, how about a few more times tonight?" "Little C smiled bitterly, 'This is killing me!' I said, 'Why shoot so much? Learn to control yourself, hold back your ejaculation, keep her on tenterhooks.' My wife then pressed down on me and pinched me, then buried her head in my chest, not saying a word. Then I said to Little C (mainly me!), 'My wife agreed, don't rush to penetrate her tonight, let her be unable to bear it, she'll actively seek out your penis.' Little C also swallowed and said, 'What, bro, aren't you making me torture your wife?' I said, 'She loves it when you torture her.' Little C said, 'Bro, don't be soft-hearted, I'm going to fuck her from behind today...' That's roughly it, I don't remember the rest very clearly. My wife breathed heavily and whispered to me, 'Are you trying to kill me!' Her body was trembling. Later I said, 'Let's try from behind now.'" My wife's body was already limp. Little C, from behind, held her waist, pulled down her casual pants and shorts, and reached his hand inside her white buttocks, touching her until she was very wet. My wife just cried out and moaned… I said some things to provoke her, but I don't remember what I said. My wife just nodded, completely wanton! She couldn't say anything, just searching for my mouth, wanting to kiss me. Then suddenly, my wife arched her back a few times, and Little C asked me, "Is it okay here?" My wife had already bent over. I nodded and told her, "Little C is going to fuck you." My wife said in a tearful voice, "Let him fuck me…" Little C pulled out his penis and thrust it straight into my wife. This was our first erotic conversation, and I still occasionally reminisce about it with my wife. Two years later, my wife told me that the psychological stimulation she felt at that time was incredibly intense, just like the first time I saw her being penetrated by someone else—unforgettable. Women's sexual psychology is indeed different from men's! Fourthly, something particularly funny happened. He wanted to call my wife by her name in Mandarin, but unfortunately, he did it right when he was almost at climax. Because of his strange accent, he made my wife laugh hysterically. I pushed open the door to check (my wife wouldn't let me in, I used my key), and they were starting again, the scene quite erotic. The most interesting thing is that Xiao C and I share the same last name. She used to always call me Xiao C. In bed, besides calling me "husband," she would sometimes call me Xiao C something, very naturally. She didn't need to change it before or after. The main reason I'm still interested in these cuckoldry articles is something no one would guess: when my wife calls me Xiao C, I immediately remember her calling that migrant worker brother that. A particularly funny time was when I suddenly wanted a threesome, but my wife absolutely refused. I talked to the migrant worker, and he agreed, but my wife still disagreed. Finally, I said, "Then you sleep with me." My wife blinked and said, "Flip a coin," and I won. The next day, I lost again, and my wife agreed to let him finish.After washing, I went back to the inner room and continued with her. This is something I also mentioned in the article about helping (changed to a card-playing scene). An interesting and erotic incident: My wife usually doesn't like to do it during the day; she doesn't like it in bright light. However, after having sex with Xiao C (our first time on Saturday night, and then again the following Saturday during the day), she was indeed easily aroused. I wasn't home in the afternoon; it seems someone from the company contacted me? I forgot what I was doing. She told me all this later. She found some books for Xiao C and brought them to his room. Xiao C wasn't good at high school physics, and there were some things he didn't understand. My wife studied science in high school (S University Affiliated High School), so Xiao C asked her for help. She tried desperately to recall, but couldn't figure it out immediately. She started flipping through the books, and eventually understood, then explained it to him. Xiao C was completely convinced, and my wife was very proud. Xiao C then said, "I have to thank you properly tonight," and then he touched her. His wife let him touch her thigh and hold her hand. She must have felt something, her face flushed and her heart pounded (I guess). She even teased him, saying, "You should study hard now. Don't think too much. I have to sleep with your brother tonight." Little C couldn't resist any longer and pulled her to the bed. His wife kept threatening him that she would be unhappy when she came back, but he didn't care. Actually, his wife really wanted him to have sex with her, so she half-heartedly went along with it. When I came back, they had only been doing it for less than ten minutes when Little C was terrified. He immediately went limp and didn't dare to move. His wife knew there was nothing wrong and told him with a smile, "If your brother is unhappy, just say that your sister-in-law forced him." Little C was dumbfounded and asked how to describe it in detail. His wife made up a story: "You said that as soon as I went in, I took off all my clothes and started to undress you. You didn't comply, so I forcibly took your penis and shoved it inside you. You still weren't hard, so I molested you until you were hard. You had no choice but to let me pin you down and have sex with you." Little C took it seriously and said, "It's too long. You tell me, I'll get down now, you get on top, what if he comes in right away?" After getting into position, his wife was overjoyed. Little C then realized it was a joke and happily started having sex with his wife in that position. As mentioned above, his wife usually went to sleep with him in her pajamas. One time, she didn't change out of her uniform (she always changes out of her work clothes as soon as she gets home). I was wondering why, but she just smiled and didn't explain. Later, she suppressed a laugh and went into his room wearing her uniform. It turns out that migrant workers also like to subdue uniformed women! There's another funny thing, but please don't laugh at it. Maybe people are born unequal, but in any case, we in China shouldn't go any further in that direction. His wife has never said sweet words to Little C. In her mind, Little C is inferior to us (China has 100 million migrant workers, such a huge and vulnerable group, they are the ones supporting the various needs of the huge urban population). Little C once asked his wife to go out to the movies. My wife asked if it was okay, and I said yes. When we got home, she was very unhappy. I asked what was wrong, and after a while, she sighed and said, "Little C invited several people to the movies (a huge expense for him). I didn't know when I went in, but during the movie, I noticed him exchanging smug glances with some migrant workers sitting next to him." I guessed Little C wanted to satisfy his vanity. I hadn't really thought much of him, so I let him be. When we left, I even tried to put my arm around Little C, but he kept his distance. For him, such a small thing was enough; he was probably insecure. I lowered my head and remained silent. Fifth, Jealousy: Sharing My Wife with Other Men. In the four months I've been with my wife, I've been quite jealous. Well, not really jealous, but more like it's very exciting. I think those who have experienced this might understand. I'm particularly bothered by my wife kissing him. Every time I see them kissing, I feel both excited and uncomfortable. My wife, seeing that I'm not comfortable with it, doesn't kiss him much in front of me. However, when they were making love in the cabin, I would hear my wife's moans abruptly stop, which I could guess was mostly from a passionate kiss with him. The thought of my wife's tight connection with him, and the seamless union of his large glans with her clitoris, made the stimulation particularly intense. When he ejaculated directly into my wife during her safe period, her ecstatic expression and continuous moans would also arouse my intense jealousy, but this was one of my wife's greatest pleasures, and I should be happy for her happiness. VI. The Ending Regarding the matter of kicking him out, it's actually not really a story, but you can interpret it as you see fit. Seeing that my wife was somewhat doting on him, he borrowed five thousand yuan from us, saying he wanted to go home and start a business, renting a shop to open a small radio repair shop. I knew he wasn't a smart man and would definitely lose money in the future, so I disagreed. My wife then accused me of being stingy and jealous. When I heard her say that, I really became jealous. Moreover, when he came back, he was somewhat disrespectful to me. I didn't let my wife sleep with him, but to my dismay, she still went to sleep with him on Sunday. I was really anxious then, but I restrained myself and decided to let him go. That day was quite noisy; my wife was almost knocked unconscious by him. He was partly retaliating against me, so I immediately made him leave. I gave him two thousand yuan when he left, telling him not to talk nonsense. More than half a year later, my wife told me that it was during that time that he took off the condom halfway through. My wife said she didn't feel it at first, but I didn't quite believe it, thinking she should have felt it, since he ejaculated inside her. In the middle of the night, he pressed down on my wife again, and for some reason, my wife actually agreed to let him ejaculate inside her again. I'm not putting this in the erotic part because I felt my wife's actions were somewhat inappropriate, so I won't mention it further. Afterwards, she was very scared because that time was during her fertile period, and he ejaculated inside her twice. I also want to remind everyone that women sometimes completely lose their rationality when they are having an affair. Later, when this matter was brought up again, my wife also felt that she was the one who was wrong at the time. I know my wife still misses that guy, C. She hasn't been with anyone else besides him. After giving birth, her body changed, and with the scar on her stomach, it's even more difficult to talk about. But reminiscing about those days is still quite interesting.

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