[The Story of Training My Wife in Mainland China] (Part 26) Author: Toshiba

Author: toshiba
Word Count: 5953

Character Introduction (All names are pseudonyms; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental):

Brother Cheng (Zhenyu): toshiba himself
Sister Jiang (Rouxuan): My wife, also the female protagonist of "The Story of Training My Wife in Mainland China"
Xiao Xing (Mengfan): Met Brother Cheng/Sister Jiang in Fenghuang Ancient Town
Xiao Ma (Yingxin): Xiao Xing's college roommate; added to this story.

(Twenty-six) My Wife Can't Be That Lustful

(Chapter Five) A Wife Who Loves to Suck Penis

The train's
announcement Looking out the window, the scenery changed from unfamiliar to familiar.

This business trip went smoothly, and all the problems were resolved in five days. My wife also
obediently helped Mengfan clean and tidy up every day. Thanks to the convenience of instant messaging, I was able
to chat with my wife and learn about her activities every day via WeChat.

I was happily walking
towards . I was in a great mood, which I guess is typical of engineers—a common
reaction after solving a difficult problem. My pace quickened as the distance to the studio shortened, and I practically leaped up the
steps in front of the building. Mengfan was sitting at the table, looking at the French windows with a strange expression, but I
couldn't turn the doorknob. Strange, why was he locking the door in broad daylight? Even stranger, he was naked from the waist down trying to open
the door .

Mengfan stammered out a greeting and quickly retreated to the table; otherwise,
a "bird-walking man" would appear in the neighborhood, and the art studio's business would be ruined. But the most amazing thing was that
my wife was squatting under the table, topless! I immediately realized what was going on and couldn't help but
burst out laughing. It turned out my wife was hiding under the table giving him oral sex and breast sex!

At this moment, Mengfan seemed very embarrassed because he was completely naked. I subconsciously
glanced at his lower body and noticed that his penis was limp, long and thin like a pencil.

"Honey, come over here too. To comfort you after your business trip, let me give you a blowjob
!" My wife unzipped my pants and brought her cherry-like mouth to my
penis, using her wet tongue to lick it carefully, slowly from tip to tip, licking the urethra and
coronal sulcus , and swallowing the clear fluid seeping from the tip of the glans.

Looking closer, I saw that my wife's other hand was also stroking Mengfan's penis, which
was beginning to harden under her stimulation. Seeing this, I deliberately thrust my penis deep into her throat,
my swollen penis moving in and out of her mouth repeatedly. With my penis in her mouth, she made
soft moans, like a radio with poor reception, the signal coming in intermittently. That's precisely why
I found it incredibly enjoyable and exciting, allowing me to fully savor her service.

Next, Mengfan moved my wife's head over, wanting her to give him oral sex as well. She immediately took his entire
penis into her mouth and slowly licked it, moving her tongue up and down along the swollen glans, sometimes sucking up his foreskin
to take it into her mouth, and occasionally gently biting his glans, while also using her other nimble hands
to caress my penis repeatedly.

"Exciting!" I felt a surge of excitement. This was a scene that only happened in porn, watching my
wife hold a penis in each hand, letting her experience the sensation of penises of different thicknesses and sizes simultaneously. I thought she
would deeply appreciate the difference between the two penises and the sensation of them being inside her. And so, Mengfan and I
were served by my wife with the utmost professionalism for a while, both our penises swelling to their maximum size, vying for attention.

"Honey, be a good girl and take your pants off. I'm going to teach you a lesson, you little slut!" I
said trying to pinch her panties with my big toe... but instead, I bumped into a thick cotton pad. It turned out
my wife was on her period. No wonder they weren't in the room having sex; they were just playing with Mengfan's penis
to let him release his pent-up frustration.

But I didn't care. I maliciously forced my wife to take off her panties, then
stuck three large sheets of clear duct tape over her smooth, hairless vulva (the result of using a home laser hair removal machine), sealing her entire
secret place just in case. I learned this trick from a Japanese adult film. Then I dragged her back to
Mengfan's room, made her lie face down on the bed with her knees bent and her buttocks raised high. If the front didn't work, I could try the back!

Mengfan kindly handed me a tube of KY balm to support me. Next, I
applied enough lubricant around her anus and to my fingers. Then, I slowly inserted my index finger into her anus, carefully
circling to widen the entrance. While making circular motions, I felt the contraction of the sphincter muscles. Then
, I inserted my middle finger, and soon even my ring finger went in smoothly.

I've previously reported to everyone that my wife's anus is exceptionally well-suited for anal sex.
She doesn't object to anal sex; she honestly told me that the sensory impact of anal sex is far less than intercourse
, but she wants to please me, and this "scratching" feeling often
amplifies her sexual desire when I switch to vaginal sex after anal sex. Anal sex combined with clitoral stimulation can also
bring her to orgasm. In short, there are many methods; it just depends on whether you're willing to let your partner fully enjoy the pleasures of
sex .

Returning to the topic of caressing my wife's anus, I noticed that her anus and sphincter muscles were very "soft."
Do you understand what I mean? When I pulled my finger out, her entire anus opened up.
Then, I suddenly asked Mengfan, "You deflowered Sister Xuan's back door so quickly?"

"No way!" My wife shyly replied for the "petrified" Mengfan, "It's...it's because
you taught Mengfan how to play with my asshole when we were in Phoenix, and you still dare to say that!"

While pretending to be angry and spanking my wife's snow-white buttocks, I threw out a second question to Mengfan: "How many times did you do it
in total ?"

"Four...five...um, six times!"

"That's like doing it every day? You didn't even let Sister Xuan rest."

Mengfan said, his face flushed, that he hadn't thought of that. I was secretly smiling with delight. My brain was already
filled with lust, and once the blood flowed from the head to the tip, I didn't believe you would think of that.

And so, in one afternoon, Mengfan and I fucked my wife's anus four times. My wife lay weakly
on the bed, protesting softly, "What if my sphincter muscles get loosened?" Mengfan comforted her with kind words
while tearing off the transparent tape stuck to her genitals. Before I could even stop him, a large amount of
vaginal fluid flowed out of my wife's vagina, soaking the entire bed sheet.

(Chapter Six) Attack on Titan

"Brother Cheng, I've found the candidates for the tutoring class."

Great! To be honest, this progress is slower than I expected, but I'm too embarrassed to push Mengfan too hard.
His personality is a bit slow and hesitant; if I push him too hard, he'll lose his composure. But I could tell from his expression
that still had something to say, so I quickly followed his train of thought and asked about the candidates, allowing Mengfan
to give a calm and steady answer.

This was basically a partner he met while working part-time on campus during his university years. He studied science
and applied science, and after graduation, he went into e-commerce, while also handling and analyzing big data. Later, he
changed careers again, working in event planning and tutoring elementary school math students on the side—a mediocre job, neither starving nor
saving much money. When Mengfan extended an invitation, he immediately agreed to join Mengfan's plan without hesitation.

"It's just... um..." It seemed there was something stuck in his throat that he couldn't say. Mengfan finally managed
to blurt out , "He's not tall."

I said to him with a slightly displeased tone, "Speak plainly."

"He's just short!"

'Please, there are 1.3 billion people in China, there are plenty of all kinds of people, so what if he's short?'
I cursed Mengfan a hundred times in my mind. But I still maintained a friendly demeanor and said to him, "Then let's not delay,
have him come over right away, let's have a meal and chat, and let Brother Cheng weigh him while we're at it."

Three days later, his classmate came straight from his hometown to Mengfan's place and checked in. I only went over after work to meet him and we
went to the restaurant for dinner together. The neighborhood was bustling with activity after work, it seemed this business had a solid
profit margin. "Look!" I looked out the window and saw Mengfan
meeting .

Mengfan explained the fees and class times to the neighborhood ladies in great detail before they
left with satisfactory answers. But neighbors, don't forget to bring the "kids" home too!
We haven't officially opened yet! Just as I was about to call out to him, Mengfan said to me, "Brother Cheng, let me
introduce you, this is Ma Yingxin, the one I told you about, my college classmate."

Damn, his classmate is really not tall! He might even be shorter than my wife (I guessed right),
he's practically a little boy... I really doubt if he's fully developed yet!

Then I blurted out to Yingxin, "You're short. I know it's hurtful to say this, but I'll
be direct, it's a fact and that won't change. I don't want this 'unspeakable fact' to weigh on
my mind affect our future interactions. I also hope you'll be direct,
just like how Mengfan and I are." (This was a subtle dig at Mengfan, since he phrased it so... euphemistically.)

Yingxin's reaction surprised me. Probably no one had ever been so direct as
to tell their first reaction and feeling upon seeing him, which meant I wouldn't look at him differently or
doubt his abilities (I was right about that again). He gratefully told me that this was the first time in his life someone had been so direct
about his height (and all those people were gossiping and mocking him behind his back), and promised to
treat me like an older brother, just like Mengfan, speaking my mind without reservation.

The following process was exactly as I had planned: eating and drinking, then taking him to a hotel for karaoke,
followed by a massage. Drinking and karaoke were to understand his true nature; alcohol and sex can instantly regress a person to
primitive form, making it a good test to see if he'd exaggerate. The massage was to
observe his superior-subordinate communication style with people he had no vested interest in.

While changing clothes in the dressing room, I discovered something terrifying: his penis was very thick,
even . I guessed that when engorged, its thickness and length might be
the size of a Taiwanese asparagus juice can or a Chinese coconut milk can—perhaps slightly shorter, but definitely very thick!

And so, Yingxin made his grand entrance as a magnificent Armstrong jet cannon!

(Chapter Seven) The Classroom Crisis

: Just as planned, after-school tutoring business boomed after the start of the semester. To ensure the quality and reputation of the activity
space , considerable sacrifices had to be made in student selection and number control. Most importantly,
the terrifying monster parents and little princesses/princes had to be eliminated. With the right direction, execution went
smoothly, quickly creating a differentiated and high-end image among numerous competitors in the community.

Surprisingly, Yingxin's short stature and baby face were very popular among mothers and grandmothers.
When mingling with students, it was difficult to guess his age without close inspection. Mature mothers treated him like a child, and grandmothers treated
him like a grandson—a unique heartthrob for middle-aged women. Who says you have to be tall, rich, and handsome to be popular? "Cute boys" are popular too
!

As the days passed, Yingxin quickly integrated into our group. His personality was really
great—straightforward and honest—and he was also an excellent cook, making dishes that were
both hygiene habits and work methods were also organized. No wonder he studied mathematics and physics; he and Mengfan, who studied art, were truly
unconventional.

From my perspective, Mengfan's personality was like a cat's; he was my wife's young lover, and to some extent, I also considered
him a rival, with a subtle relationship between us. Yingxin is like a dog, lively and enthusiastic, always following me around
. Our personalities are quite similar; we can talk about anything, so I know a lot about his past
and upbringing (I'll elaborate on that in a later post). My wife also likes Yingxin very much, like
any other mother-in-law or mother-in-law—a smart, lively, well-behaved "cute boy" everyone loves.

The only inconvenience is the need to keep our private lives separate. Before,
after it was either just Mengfan, my wife, and me, or just Mengfan and my wife; but
since Yingxin came, these things have become very inconvenient. For me, it doesn't make a difference, since my wife sleeps with me every day anyway,
but for Mengfan, it means finding spare moments and making the most of his time.

Unfortunately, due to his work schedule, Yingxin is home all day, even when he goes shopping or runs errands...
Their affair always took place during the day. Because of his work at the kindergarten, Mengfan often got home before
his wife, who was helping out, arrived. My wife and Yingxin spent more time together than Mengfan! It felt good to see Mengfan and my wife so
secretive and restricted. Hehehe!

After all, secrets can't stay hidden forever. Yingxin is a good person, but that doesn't mean he's not smart. On the contrary, he's very good at reading
people and paying attention to his surroundings. He noticed that Rouxuan would sometimes disappear for a while, leaving the front of the house and going to the back
studio and kitchen. At first, he thought she was just going to the bathroom or resting, but a couple of times
when he went to the kitchen for a drink, he found Rouxuan wasn't there; only light peeked out from under Mengfan's door, and he could hear faint whispers.

After this happened several times, he became suspicious. Yingxin later told me that he had wanted to tell me
about it for a long time, but it was
too risky to tell me, based solely on "guess," that my wife and his classmate had an inappropriate relationship. He was satisfied with his current life and how he got along with everyone, but he couldn't tell
me something without evidence. Therefore, he was caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward.

Late Friday night, he heard a noise at the back door. At first, he thought it was a burglar, so he quietly slipped off
the bed and
carefully . Rouxuan simply walked into Mengfan's room and didn't leave until dawn. That night,
Yingxin lay in bed, unable to sleep.

The next day, he waited until Rouxuan left before knocking on Mengfan's door. Mengfan opened the door wearily. Yingxin
could clearly smell Rouxuan's fragrance and the scent of male semen in the room, but an inexplicable
feeling overwhelmed him, instantly extinguishing his hard-won courage. He could only weakly ask Mengfan, "Do you
want some KFC breakfast?"

All day, Yingxin had been thinking about how to subtly hint to his classmate, or directly tell him
not to do anything to betray Brother Cheng. He kept thinking until nightfall, and then he remembered Rouxuan entering
Mengfan's room again. But this time, Rouxuan and Mengfan didn't stay in the room for long. They quickly left
and went into the bathroom.

Yingxin vowed to catch them red-handed this time. He quickly left his room, went around to
the tutoring room at the front of the building, grabbed the doorknob with one hand, and opened the door leading from the tutoring room to the garage with the other.
After , he didn't turn on the garage light. Instead, relying on the dim light from the bathroom exhaust fan, he
leaned the ladder against the wall, placing it directly under the fan, and tiptoed up the stairs. The view through the gaps in the unmoving fan blades
almost made him fall down the stairs again.

He saw Rouxuan kneeling on the floor, gently performing oral sex on Mengfan. Rouxuan's legs were spread wide in an M-shape, clad
in flesh-colored stockings, and on her feet were a pair of black high heels with side straps and decorative rhinestones, the heels
about 5 or 6 centimeters high. The sight of the virtuous and dignified Jiang Jie now dressed so sexily performing oral sex on Mengfan left
his mind blank. He could only silently watch the live show unfolding in the bathroom.

He saw Jiang Jie step onto the toilet seat, then use two fingers to hold Mengfan's glans and rub it against her
vulva , moving it up and down, left and right. Then, Mengfan's waist slowly
pressed against Rouxuan's body. The two embraced for a moment, then their burning tongues intertwined
in a passionate kiss, Mengfan's penis enjoying the rich sensation within Jiang Jie's vagina. Jiang Jie's
mouth was now fully engaged with Mengfan's, their bodies intertwined.

Mengfan's hands gently kneaded each of Jiang Jie's buttocks, which in turn rose and
fell in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis. Perhaps because they were in the bathroom, or perhaps out of fear of being discovered
, their intercourse didn't last long. Soon, Mengfan, naked
and

with a limp penis, emerged from the bathroom. Upon seeing Mengfan, Yingxin scurried back to his room; the thought of accidentally bumping into him
would be incredibly awkward! The last image from his voyeurism still lingered in Yingxin's mind: Jiang Jie's
fair and delicate legs, her small, pink vagina slightly parted, a stream of white semen slowly
trickling down her thighs.

Just as Yingxin tossed the wad of toilet paper, filled with semen, into the trash can, Jiang Jie's sweet, delicate
voice came with a knock on the door: "Xiaoxin, Brother Cheng just called and told us to wait for him at the high-speed rail station. It's
the weekend, we should all go out for a late-night snack and enjoy a little weekend leisure."

As soon as I exited the high-speed rail station, I saw the trio of a mature woman, an artist, and a young boy. My wife happily waved to me from outside
the gate , welcoming my return. Mengfan, as always, wore a faint smile,
looking at me with a cat-like expression. Strangely, the dog seemed wronged, with a bellyful of things to say.

(End of Chapter Seven, to be continued)

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