Borrowing a wife

The day after I was promoted to HR manager, I received a young woman seeking a job. From the moment we met, I had an extraordinary feeling about her. This wasn't just because of her outstanding appearance, but also because her demeanor and speech conveyed that she was a gentle, virtuous, and very clever person. Naturally, I hired her almost without hesitation. Coincidentally, the HR department needed a clerk, so I assigned her to the job without a second thought. After spending some time together, I got to know her better, and so I used my position to create opportunities for more one-on-one contact. She also seemed to like me, showing great care and consideration for her superior, which made me certain that she was the one I wanted to pursue. Less than six months later, we started dating, and another six months later, on a beautiful spring day, we finally became the envy of all our colleagues. I have an exceptionally high sex drive. I remember in our early days, we once had a record of seven sexual encounters in one night. Although she was also a woman with a strong sex drive, her understanding and considerate nature towards her husband meant she always responded to my endless advances, even going so far as to flatter and accommodate me, never making excuses even when she was unwell or too tired. During her period, she was very tender and affectionate, even giving me handjobs, providing me with maximum satisfaction and pleasure. Our married life was harmonious, and we had a lovely baby less than two years after our marriage. I heard from elders that normal sexual activity can resume after the baby is 100 days old. However, during our first time having sex after becoming parents, she seemed very reluctant. It was easy to sense that she was just going through the motions, leaving me feeling unprecedentedly bored. From then on, I no longer expected her to initiate intimacy, and when I showed strong desire, she was no longer responsive. She often subtly made excuses or used our daughter as a shield. Whenever my desire surged and I couldn't control myself, I had no choice but to force myself on her, regardless of her wishes, to relieve my unbearable thirst. Because it was a forced act, like rape, I once even chafed the skin around her vaginal opening during my frantic, forceful thrusting. Day after day, her frigidity worsened. Despite my best efforts to seduce her, I couldn't arouse her former desire, and even my pitiful pleas couldn't elicit her sympathy. To avoid stimulating my desire, she even changed her favorite sexy pajamas from those she wore before pregnancy to traditional pajamas, and always wrapped only half of the blanket around herself when she slept. Even when I coaxed and pleaded with her, and she reluctantly agreed to have sex, she stubbornly refused to take off her clothes. She would only pull down one leg of her underwear or pajamas, and I could only swallow my anger and tolerate her almost perverse behavior. Faced with this abnormal situation, I talked to her many times to understand the reasons behind her drastic change in attitude towards sex and to find a solution. However, all she could say was that she had an aversion, fear, and resistance to sex after giving birth, but she couldn't explain why. We saw a gynecologist, who then referred us to a psychologist. It was said that this might be a symptom of postpartum depression, or perhaps the hardships of ten months of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth had brought about a resistance and fear of sex. However, even after seeing the doctor, the problem remained unresolved. Fortunately, although he was cold and indifferent to me in bed, he was extremely caring and considerate towards me in our family life. His attitude towards me hadn't changed at all; in fact, he seemed even more attentive and loving than before, which greatly offset my dissatisfaction with him. He repeatedly apologized for not being able to enjoy sex as much as before, hoping I could understand and forgive him. She also knew that a person's sexual desire was difficult to suppress and had encouraged me to try seeking release outside the home. I wouldn't call myself a gentleman, but I've always avoided unwanted advances. Firstly, I have a kind of fastidiousness; I wouldn't even try those filthy places like public toilets, even if they paid me, let alone risk catching some disease – that's no joke. Secondly, getting caught would be a disgraceful and shameful affair. So I can only conclude that she was so generous in encouraging me because she knew my character well. Or perhaps it was out of deep guilt that she gave me the green light, to avoid damaging our marital relationship. My wife's name is Shufen, and her younger sister's name is Shuwen. Shuwen is a nurse at a hospital, less than two years younger than Shufen, but she married a year earlier than her sister. However, a little over a year into their marriage, her husband became addicted to drugs and gambling due to bad company, and refused to change despite all efforts to reform. So, she resolutely divorced him and has been living a single life ever since. A divorced young woman's life is often harder than that of a single woman. Sleeping alone, the long nights are filled with loneliness and unfulfilled physical needs, feelings only she can truly understand. She is constantly depressed. At work, she can forget everything, but every time she comes home from get off work, her gloom begins. In the six months since the divorce, she has considered finding another relationship, but the fear of past hurt makes her prefer to remain single for now. Although many people around her want to take advantage of her vulnerability, she finds it difficult to commit. My sister-in-law was incredibly beautiful, with skin as fair and delicate as her sister's, and a pair of captivating, bright eyes. Her figure was top-notch, and she possessed a natural air of elegance and gentleness, making her far more appealing to men than my wife. When I first met her after my wife and I were dating, I secretly blamed fate for not arranging for me to meet her first. Fortunately, it was just a fleeting thought; we've always treated each other like siblings, and I've never harbored any impure thoughts. She lived alone in the same residential complex as us, so we often visited each other, though after she became single, it was usually my sister who visited her. One evening after dinner, Shufen, having nothing to do, went to visit her. She had a key to her sister's house, so as she opened the door, she called out to her as she walked inside. However, when she reached her bedroom door, she was shocked to see her sister lying naked on the bed, frantically masturbating with a dildo. Seeing her sister's sudden appearance, she didn't feel too embarrassed. After a wry smile, she stopped what she was doing. Shufen, realizing she'd stumbled upon her sister's secret, felt incredibly awkward and immediately retreated to the living room to watch TV. She only came out to invite her sister for tea after she'd showered. "I'm so embarrassed, so ashamed! How mortifying!" she said, her face already flushed. "Sister, you're a woman too. It's perfectly normal. I understand," her sister quickly comforted her. "It's easier to bear when I don't think about it. The hardest part is those few days in the middle of my menstrual cycle! I have no choice but to buy this to solve the problem." Her eyes were already brimming with tears. She then poured out her heart to her sister about the loneliness and emotional and physical pain she had experienced since becoming a widow. Shufen also openly told her about the psychological and physical changes she had experienced after giving birth, and expressed deep remorse, saying she didn't know how to face her husband and worried that one day their relationship would not be able to continue. As she spoke, tears streaming down her face, she noticed her younger sister was also sobbing uncontrollably. It seems every family has its own troubles! After calming down a bit, Shufen suddenly realized that the two families' troubles stemmed from two conflicting aspects—why not…? But what she was thinking of was a scandalous and incestuous affair; how could she bring herself to say it! However, she quickly reconsidered, thinking, "What era are we living in? Does society still tolerate such outdated ideas hindering people's pursuit of life?" So, with a sudden surge of courage, she said to her sister, quite embarrassed, "You and Zhigang are also struggling with a lack of romance with your partners. If we could resolve this conflict, wouldn't both families' problems be solved?" "Don't joke like that," Shuwen said, blushing. "I'm not joking, I'm serious. Don't you think it's a win-win solution? Although it is a solution, I don't believe you'd be willing to give up your husband to me!" My husband is still mine, it's not like I'm asking you to marry him. A little casual pleasure for a while is my brother-in-law helping you, and you're helping my husband and me in return. Although from an old-fashioned perspective this could be considered incest, you and he aren't related by blood, so it can't really be called incest. Anyway, besides the three of us, who would know? Seeing that my sister didn't seem to object and even seemed to be beaming with joy, I repeatedly said, "You and my brother-in-law have always gotten along very well, I believe you'll both find immense happiness. I'm not afraid you'll develop a strange relationship. Will he abandon me? Will you steal my husband?" After a serious discussion, we all figured out how to get my consent. Because they knew my character, they worried that I wouldn't easily accept such improper things. The next day was Saturday. After dinner, Shuwen suddenly called, saying she didn't know how to play DVDs on the computer and needed my help immediately. I called my wife...She greeted me and went out. I took out my key and opened the door to Shuwen's house. There she was, fresh from her bath, wearing an exceptionally sexy half-length halter-neck nightgown. Not only was her fully exposed fair skin incredibly alluring, but her high, firm breasts, partially exposed, further captivated my greedy gaze. A delicate rose-scented perfume wafted over, making me feel as if I had stumbled into a fairyland! Faced with this breathtaking unexpected scene, I felt a little uneasy. After a few seconds of awkwardness, I regained my composure at her warm greeting. After I had a couple of sips of tea, she said a colleague had recommended a DVD to her. She had given her VCD player to a friend for repair, and the colleague said it could be played on the computer, but she had never tried it and didn't know how to operate it, so she had to call a technician. Without a word, I went straight to her bedroom. After turning on the computer, she had already moved a chair and sat down next to me. Since it was like a neighbor visiting, I was only wearing a sports vest and casual shorts. As I guided her step by step, she moved closer and closer, inevitably resulting in skin-to-skin contact, which gave me an electric shock-like feeling. The DVD was a pirated copy without a cover or title. As soon as the plot unfolded, I sensitively realized it was pornography. Sure enough, a series of explicit sex scenes appeared, instantly making me burning with desire. At this point, I felt her almost pressing her entire body against mine, and I could clearly feel my bare arm nestled between her breasts. This visual and sensory stimulation intensified my physical reaction; not only did my crotch bulge, but I also felt my whole body burning. The plot continued to develop; the male and female protagonists on screen had already experienced several orgasms after changing positions several times, and their breathtaking moans further aroused the viewer's nerves! Lost in the moment, everyone was completely oblivious to the scene before them. Almost simultaneously, they embraced tightly, and at her initiative, they kissed passionately. My throbbing member was already pressing against her buttocks, and my right hand was already inside her braless breasts. What thrilled me even more was that my bare thighs were already wet with her love juices. Seeing that we could no longer restrain ourselves, I swiftly picked her up and we fell onto the bed behind her. When I quickly removed her nightgown, I discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she eagerly removed all her clothes for me. Then, without hesitation, I pressed my entire body against hers and kissed her passionately once more. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, broke free from me, picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed a number, said "on hold" a moment later, and put down the phone to resume our intimacy. It was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, or a withered tree meeting spring. After suffering from sexual hunger, everyone was like parched land receiving sweet rain. How could they possibly be slow and methodical, following the rules step by step! I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, thrust my body forward, and effortlessly, like an experienced horse, shoved my entire length into her paradise. With another powerful thrust, she cried out in pleasure! Just as I was about to bring her to orgasm using my well-honed skills, my wife suddenly appeared in the doorway like a whirlwind, shouting, "What have you done!" This was a huge shock. Being caught in bed with her husband was unacceptable! But unexpectedly, my wife immediately calmed down and said, "I was just joking! Look at how flustered you are. This was my arrangement. You two continue. I'm going to watch TV outside." With that, she closed the door and turned to leave. After a period of utter panic, hearing my wife's words and seeing Shuwen's nonchalant laughter, I realized what had happened. It was obvious the call was a signal to his sister. After this sudden shock, my erection was completely useless; I was powerless to continue. Seeing this, Shuwen immediately embraced me tightly, showering me with passionate kisses before skillfully stroking me. Now relaxed, I was able to quickly regain my erection, launching a more aggressive attack to create maximum pleasure. As Shuwen climaxed repeatedly, I felt myself losing control. But unexpectedly, just as she sensed I was about to withdraw, she tightly wrapped her legs around my waist, saying, "Don't worry! It's a completely safe period, give it all to me!" His words only fueled my inexplicable excitement, and with incredibly intense and rapid thrusting, I poured a torrent of hot, thick semen into her womb, making her so excited she almost wanted to flatten me! Thinking of my wife still sitting coldly in the living room, I lost all interest in any more tender afterplay. I gestured towards the outside, then we busied ourselves getting dressed and quickly left the living room. "You're done playing so quickly!" Seeing our embarrassed expressions, she was the first to speak, easing the awkward atmosphere. "Thank you, wife!" I said, stepping forward to sit beside her, warmly embracing her and giving her a passionate kiss. "It's rare to have such an understanding wife, isn't it? Now I should make it clear to you that my abnormal postpartum behavior caused you a lot of distress, and I feel very sorry. At the same time, you should also know Shuwen's current lonely situation. For a woman at this age, living alone is very difficult. I reluctantly brought you two together; it's a win-win situation, each of you needs something, helping each other." She paused, then continued, "I already told Shuwen beforehand that this is just a temporary measure. The day my mind and body return to normal, or the day Shuwen gets a boyfriend, that's when you two will end this relationship. I believe you're both rational people." Shuwen quickly interjected, "I won't steal your husband; we're just temporary sexual partners." Turning to me, she said, "Just treat me like a temporary wife, and I'll treat you like a temporary husband, okay?" The wife chimed in, "I trust both of you completely; I have no worries. If I didn't have confidence in myself, I wouldn't have indulged you. During this time, you can be together whenever you're interested; you don't need to hide it from me. Right now, I'm completely indifferent to sex; I have neither the desire nor the ability, so don't worry about my loneliness. Your happiness is my happiness!" She then stood up and said to me, "Don't go home tonight; spend time with my sister. I should go back too. I've arranged with Aunt Mei upstairs to watch the child for an hour." After we put Shufen in the elevator, we went back inside and before we could even close the door, Shuwen suddenly hugged me and said, "You understood what I said, sister! You're my temporary husband now!" We then sat down on the sofa, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings, completely lost in the moment. Because of our hasty ending, we were both still quite dirty and needed to wash. So I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. "You go first," I said, turning to leave, when she suddenly grabbed me from behind around the waist. "Don't go! Let's wash together; it'll save time!" she said, and started undressing me completely. I took the opportunity to remove everything from her clothes as well. We were both naked, and an irresistible urge arose within me. My whole body felt burning hot, and my manhood was already erect! Seeing this, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "You're so naughty!" She then reached out and flicked my glans hard with her finger, quickly turning on the cold water and spraying the showerhead onto my genitals, laughing and saying she was going to cool me down. After all that, my penis was no match for her; it immediately went down, and I obediently picked up the shower gel and started lathering her up and down. As my soap-covered hands roamed over her high, firm breasts, they lingered greedily, repeatedly kneading them, and intentionally touching her alluring nipples. It was clear that this intense stimulation was driving her to the brink of losing control; her moans were gradually rising in intensity. Later, my hands became even more restless, using the soapy lubrication to slide down her genitals, finding her sensitive clitoris, and pressing and rubbing it with my index finger. This brought her to the peak of excitement, and her shrill moans were like the wailing of a demon! When it was her turn to dry me off, she spent most of the time with her hands on my genitals, using the soap as lubrication to tease my penis as if in revenge. When I was so excited I could barely control myself, I said, "If you keep going like this, I'm going to climax! You're wasting my precious thing. Don't blame me later if I can't deliver!" This trick worked! She not only stopped immediately but also quickly grabbed the showerhead to cool me down again. After we both rinsed off, we frolicked in the bathtub, teasing each other. When she straddled my lap, facing me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out and tried to insert my penis into her vagina, but she immediately stopped me, saying, "It's not hygienic. Let's go back to bed." So I stood up, and without even drying myself, I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom back to the room. We cuddled together and fell onto the bed. With my wife's words of encouragement, I completely relaxed and unleashed all my skills, changing positions in various ways, making Shuwen ecstatic. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, this time, including foreplay and afterplay, it took over an hour to finish. We both fell asleep naked, embracing each other. Perhaps because we had both found the greatest emotional comfort, or perhaps because...Exhausted from playing so wildly, I slept soundly until dawn. In my hazy, half-awake state, I felt a numbness in both my thighs, probably because one of her legs hadn't moved from my lower body all night. When I pushed her leg away, she woke up, but instead of leaving me, she rolled over and pressed her entire body against mine, showering me with a passionate morning kiss. My penis, which usually automatically performs a flag-raising ceremony upon waking, was stimulated by this and thrust even more vigorously into her vagina. She sat up, guided my penis to her vulva, and pressed down, allowing it to fully penetrate with a piercing scream. As she skillfully moved up and down, I thrust upwards in sync, and with her increasingly frenzied moans, I gradually reached orgasm. When she came down from her peak, I saw she was exhausted, but I was not only still unsatisfied, but also in a state of extreme excitement. So I had her lie face down, her buttocks raised, to prepare for the second wave. In the intense thrusting from behind, I once again poured all my energy into her body! Afterwards, in the tender caresses, she told me that her favorite position was rear-entry, because the natural direction of the thrusts, the perfect amount of force, and the slapping sound of her buttocks hitting each other gave her an incredibly stimulating experience with almost every stroke! It was getting late, so after getting up, we quickly showered and went to the street to buy a hearty breakfast before heading straight home. As soon as I entered, I saw my wife already sitting on the sofa playing with our daughter. Seeing us return, she chuckled and teased, "You didn't sleep much, did you? You're up so early! Looks like you didn't get much sleep last night either." Seeing our awkward smiles, she added, "You two are like 'rain after a long drought'!" It seems a night of passion is more enjoyable than a wedding night! "Tell me the truth, how many times did it last night?" Hearing this interrogation, our faces flushed red. Then, seeing Shuwen hold up three fingers, we all burst into laughter. That evening after dinner, my wife urged me again: "You must still be wanting more, why don't you go and spend another night with him? We agreed, we won't go anywhere tonight, I'll stay with you!" "Don't worry about me! Your happiness is my happiness, and with the children around, I won't be lonely." Honestly, how could I not want to go? But even though my wife was generous, I should consider her feelings. Even though we were no longer compatible in bed, finding other ways to comfort her was a way of repaying her kindness. From then on, although my wife often wanted to give me time off, I still maintained a proper balance, accommodating both sides appropriately. Since having me as her satisfactory sexual partner, Shuwen's mental state was completely different; her life was relaxed, carefree, and fulfilling. Another Saturday, I went to visit her. The joy and warmth were indescribable. However, the next day, as I was leaving for home, she asked me to promise to come back and stay with her another night. I advised her to consider her sister's feelings and didn't agree. But that night, around midnight, just as we were about to go to sleep, she suddenly arrived (she also had a key to our house). When she came in, she looked quite unwell, saying she had been lying in bed for an hour without being able to sleep, so she came over. Seeing this, my wife made a suggestion: "Since you're here, why don't you just stay the night? I'll sleep in the guest room, and you can have my spot!" "How can that be? I'll sleep in the guest room myself. It's not entirely because of that, I'm just feeling lonely at home alone," my sister hurriedly said. "Then you sisters can share a bed and chat all night. I'll sleep in the guest room," I also tried to politely decline. In the end, my wife made the final decision. She said, "No one should give in. Let the three of us sleep together. That way, we can chat together, and no one will be lonely." And so, the three of us crammed onto the bed like canned fish, with Shuwen on the inside and my wife on the edge. Before falling asleep, we just chatted idly, none of us daring to have any improper thoughts, so nothing happened. Soon, both women were fast asleep, which was tough on me, sandwiched in the middle. I could only sleep on my back, and even when I was tired, I dared not turn to either side, because I knew that leaning towards either side would be bad. Who knew that trying to please everyone would be such a difficult task! The next day, we went to work. When I got home from work, Shuwen called, saying she had bought three famous roasted pigeons and was coming over for dinner. At dinner, we enjoyed the delicious roasted pigeons together, and even had some red wine when we were in high spirits. After dinner, Shuwen said she was too lazy to go home. My wife, upon hearing this, quickly said, "If you like it lively, go ahead, but you have to listen to my arrangements." Sleeping in one bed with the three of us last night was so tiring; I almost fell off the bed when I turned over! "Alright then," he said, "I'll get up several times a night to take care of our daughter in the baby's room anyway, so I'll sleep in the guest room." He paused, then smiled and added, "I'm giving you two an opportunity! You can do whatever you want, just pretend I'm invisible." Perhaps my sister's moans could awaken my numb senses! With my wife's indulgence, we truly indulged in sensual pleasure that night, oblivious to everyone else. However, thinking of my sister's feelings, Shuwen tried her best to suppress her usual wild moans. This life of enjoying two wives continued for almost a year. Since my wife borrowed a substitute, my emotional life became even more colorful, and my relationship with my wife became more harmonious. Our marital bond not only didn't weaken, but we trusted and loved each other even more. As the saying goes, good times don't last. Just before the Spring Festival, Shuwen met Li Weiqiang, a section chief at the tax bureau, at a colleague's wedding. This seemingly refined white-collar worker in his thirties had lost his beloved wife in a car accident and had been single for over a year. He and Shuwen felt an instant connection, as if they were long-lost friends, and soon began dating frequently, feeling restless if they didn't see each other for a day. Not long after I sensed Shuwen's enthusiasm for me waning, my wife secretly told me that my sister had started a new relationship, and we should keep our promise and stop bothering her. Although I felt a sense of loss, I couldn't let my own selfishness jeopardize her future, so I had no choice but to return to a normal brother-in-law and sister-in-law relationship. Although the matter was resolved rationally, whenever I saw my sister-in-law, I felt a longing, like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror—unattainable. In the quiet of the night, I would often toss and turn, recalling the sweet memories of the past year. What's worse, both psychologically and physiologically, I've reverted to the predicament I had years ago. My wife is a shrewd woman; how could she not understand my predicament? To alleviate my unbearable desire, she has repeatedly tried to rekindle our intimacy, but she can never arouse her own desire. Our perfunctory, task-like encounters often end abruptly, leaving me feeling utterly unsatisfied. Although she tirelessly blames herself and expresses deep remorse, empty promises are no substitute for gratification. This period of family life has been an eternity of utter frustration and helplessness. One day, Aunt Mei, who lives in the apartment above us, came to visit. She's a post office clerk, originally a country girl. Back home, when she was in high school, she was considered the most beautiful woman in all eighteen villages, with countless suitors. However, after years of living in the county town's schools, her thinking had become very modern, and she yearned only for city life. After graduation, she visited her uncle in the city and met a bus driver from next door. They fell in love and married the following year. For the first two years of their marriage, their relationship was wonderful, and they lived happily. However, soon her husband, seeking higher pay, switched jobs to a private transportation company. As a truck driver who travels all over the country, his social circle was quite complex. He soon developed a gambling addiction and then a life of womanizing, completely changing their family life. When he wasn't on duty, he would spend his days and nights playing mahjong, sometimes not even coming home after work. Even when he did return late at night, he would collapse into bed and fall into a deep sleep, often going months without any intimacy. Mrs. Mei, at the tender age of twenty-five, was strikingly beautiful with a fair complexion, fashionable clothes, and refined manners; she didn't look like someone from the countryside who had moved to the city. The pain a young woman feels facing a husband who is increasingly depraved and unable to control himself is unimaginable. Especially at the prime of her life, she often has to spend her days alone, the loneliness unbearable. Such days are incredibly difficult for a young woman. Tonight, she came to visit, and naturally, my wife and I talked about our troubles. She and my wife have always been very close, practically inseparable. Sometimes when my wife is too busy, she asks her to pick up our daughter from daycare and take her home temporarily. Sometimes when my wife needs to go out, she leaves the child with her. When the two women are together, they seem to have nothing to talk about but daily necessities, children, and husbands. So, when Sister Mei recounts her pain of being neglected by her husband and living a lonely life, my wife, while shedding tears of sympathy, also saddened by her own frigidity and the difficulty of facing her husband. One evening, when her wife came to pick up the children, Aunt Mei was engrossed in reading a magazine while her child slept. The article she was reading was titled "Analyzing Women's One-Night Stands and Multiple-Night Stands." Once the conversation started, Aunt Mei began to speak eloquently, seemingly insightful, explaining the essence of the article. She said that women who commit adultery generally fall into a few categories, one being naturally promiscuous...There are five reasons for infidelity: first, marital setbacks; second, disharmony in marital life; third, revenge against a cheating husband; and fifth, being neglected by the husband. Regardless of whether his wife listened or not, he continued with deep feeling: "The first type is unsurprising, and the latter types are understandable too. If they were well-fed and clothed at home, why would they stray? If I were to have an affair one day, I'd probably fall into the third, fourth, and fifth categories! You don't seem like someone with fickle hearts, do you?" Shufen seemed drawn to his topic. "It's hard to say. Who would easily take that step? You know, a woman's desire is even more intense than a man's!" After taking a deep breath, she continued, "But people from the countryside are inherently simple and honest. I'm not a casual person. I'd rather die than sleep with any random man outside!" "I really don't know how those women who have affairs meet men who reciprocate their feelings. It's hard to say, it's all about fate!" As Shufen spoke, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She gritted her teeth, her face flushed, and said, "If you're interested, if you need this, I'll act as a go-between for you, okay? You're doing this for my own good; you've always been someone I trust. Tell me your good idea quickly. There's a decent man downstairs who's just as eager as you! You told me about your family situation a long time ago, but don't joke with me. I don't believe you're so open-minded as to push your husband into someone else's arms! You know I'm a very rational person. I often feel guilty for letting my husband down, although he understands my predicament. But I worry that this will eventually affect our relationship. What woman isn't selfish? But my leniency can also be seen as for my own sake." Seeing that Sister Mei was still silent, she continued, "The psychological hurdle is very difficult to overcome, but as long as you don't see it as a bad thing, you'll feel at peace. Actually, don't see it as revenge against your husband, or as something shameful; it's about mutual needs and helping each other." Hearing this, Sister Mei's mind started racing, so she frankly said, "I understand, but it's too embarrassing! Besides, if a fourth person finds out, it'll all be over! If you're interested, we can discuss it further." The two then began a heated discussion, and Shufen added, "But I'm still a little worried about whether this will go smoothly according to our plan. You know, my husband has always been an exceptionally upright man, but under my indulgence and encouragement, he can't be serious when faced with delicious food!" A few days later, Sister Mei excitedly told Shufen that the opportunity had arrived; her husband was going on a long trip to another province in a few days and wouldn't be back for at least ten days. So they agreed to begin their plan. One evening, during a casual chat, Shufen said to me with a heavy heart, "Ever since I broke up with my sister-in-law, seeing you so listless makes me very sad! Life goes on, it's not like you want it this way, what's the use of being sad? Don't you want to find another sister-in-law? Don't joke around, do you have another sister?!" Yes, there are others in similar situations to my sister! Yu Shufen explained Mei's predicament in detail, saying that she understood our struggles and that we were in the same boat. However, her situation was different from my sister's; she was a married woman, and if her secret were exposed, she would be ruined! Didn't you know her husband was frequently away on business trips and often didn't come home at night? He was always careful, so no one else would know. So you were willing to give your husband away to someone else? He's still mine. I'm not asking you to do anything bad; I'm asking you to do something good, to help each other. You're doing something that's good for both families! The day after her husband left on his business trip, Mei came straight to my house after work, carrying a lot of meat and vegetables she'd bought at the market. She excitedly said she'd just bought a free-range chicken, and since she couldn't eat it all by herself, she wanted us to skip dinner and come to her house to eat. We understood her sudden invitation perfectly, so as soon as she turned to leave, we exchanged knowing smiles. We had taken a shower early and brought our daughter to her house to see if there was anything we could help with. The two women quickly prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Sister Mei had even bought a bottle of red wine. Sister Mei, who doesn't drink at all, blushed after less than half a glass, making her look even more beautiful and charming. As soon as we finished eating, Shufen said she had to leave to breastfeed the baby, adding that she felt bad about leaving so quickly and asked me to stay a little longer with Sister Mei. Although she spoke politely, everyone understood her meaning! After Sister Mei quickly tidied up the kitchen, she brought a cup of coffee to the coffee table to hand it to me, but she tripped and spilled the coffee all over herself. She then hurriedly ran into the room to wash and change her clothes. When she came out with the coffee again, I was immediately struck by her beauty. She had changed out of her proper loungewear into a sexy nightgown, revealing half of her breasts, her two firm breasts almost bursting out. Her long, white legs, visible beneath the shorts, were incredibly alluring. As she approached, a jasmine fragrance wafted towards me, almost making me dizzy. I thought to myself, although she was a year older than my sister-in-law and grew up in the countryside, she was in no way inferior in terms of charm! Her husband really didn't know how lucky he was. We sat side by side on the sofa, unable to find a topic to talk about, so I casually said, "Your husband is away on a business trip, you must be bored at home alone." "I'm used to it! Even if he's not away on business, how much time does he spend at home normally?" Before I could finish speaking, I choked up, and tears welled up in my eyes. I realized I'd misspoke and shouldn't have touched a nerve, so I took two tissues from under the coffee table and handed them to her. But she didn't seem to notice, and didn't take them for a long time. So I carefully wiped away her tears with the tissues, but the sight only made her more upset, and she began to sob softly, leaning closer to me and burying her face in my shoulder. I was momentarily at a loss, but after a moment's hesitation, I boldly reached out and pulled her into my arms. She didn't seem to mind; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with tearful, affectionate eyes. Already moved, I seized the opportunity and kissed her eyes, licking away her tears with my tongue. This touched her deeply, and she returned my kiss with her own. At this point, we were both even more excited, our tongues intertwining, and soon she let out a soft, captivating moan. The kiss lasted for several minutes before finally ending. We were both completely unable to control ourselves. At my prompting, he sat on my lap, and we embraced tightly, kissing passionately. Having been sexually inactive for a long time, I was burning with desire at the sight of her alluring beauty. Forgetting all decorum, I reached out and unbuttoned her nightgown, easily stripping her naked. Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing anything underneath! Her skin was snow-white and delicate, like that of a young woman just reaching maturity. Her two firm breasts, with their still-pink nipples, were incredibly tempting. I knew it was because she hadn't given birth yet that she maintained such perfect beauty. I eagerly moved my mouth to one of her nipples, teasing it with my tongue and then gently sucking on it, while my other hand kneaded her other breast. Instantly, her nipple hardened, and her moans grew louder and louder. My desire continued to swell, and in the blink of an eye, my hand had wandered to her lower body. First, I teased her thighs, then parted her labia and rubbed her clitoris with my index finger. She screamed with excitement, and copious amounts of love juice flowed out. "Please, don't torture me anymore, I can't take it!"... She had lost all restraint and was begging me. She really couldn't hold back any longer, so I picked her up and carried her straight to the bedroom. After laying her down on the bed, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and pounced on her like a hungry wolf... Every time we changed positions, she would have an orgasm. Her passionate moans pushed my desire to its peak time and time again. When I could no longer hold back and was about to pull away, she said, "Don't go! Shoot inside, give it all to me!" With her indulgence, I recklessly ejaculated deep inside her paradise, making her feel like she was dying of excitement. During our lovemaking, I sensed a unique, indescribable charm about her. Her allure surpassed even Shuwen's, likely due to her robust physique, a result of being raised in the countryside. However, she seemed passive and unfamiliar with many common positions. Later, she told me she had initially assumed city people would be romantic, only to discover after marriage that her husband was a crude and ungentle man. Even at the beginning of their marriage, he showed no consideration for her feelings, focusing solely on his own gratification. He didn't know any techniques, charging in like a wolf, making sex with her feel like fast food, and she didn't even know when she had an orgasm. When we were cleaning up afterward, I noticed some semen was still leaking out. I panicked a little and said, "You wanted me to ejaculate inside you? Weren't you afraid of getting pregnant? I'm not stupid. I wasn't just looking for momentary pleasure. To be honest, I've been married for over two years and haven't conceived. After repeated doctor's examinations, I've been diagnosed with infertility. This is probably one of the reasons my husband is so disheartened. So, feel free to pour all your semen into me from now on!" Hearing this, I didn't know whether to pity him or...Joy is what matters. She also told me: Ever since discovering her husband's infidelity before the New Year, she was afraid he might transmit some disease to her, so she hadn't let him touch her easily, and they hadn't had sex for a full six months… Just then, the phone rang. It was her wife. She calmly said on the phone: "Shouldn't you thank me? I'm going to bed now. You just keep her company. Remember, be careful of being seen when you go out tomorrow!" I didn't know how to answer, but I felt a warm glow inside. We hugged and poured out our hearts to each other. Because of the communication, our emotions became more relaxed, and with each other's teasing, we naturally had even more fun. From then on, I felt like I had rediscovered my youth, and my relationship with my wife improved even more. Despite my wife's indulgence and Sister Mei's insatiable needs, our interactions were always very rational and followed a pattern: I would only visit her house when her husband was away on business. Otherwise, she would only come to my house if I was certain her husband wouldn't be home late at night. At that time, my wife would find an excuse to take our daughter out for a night out, and they wouldn't return for an hour or two. Three months later, after a whole week without finding a suitable opportunity, we were both feeling incredibly restless. Just then, her husband told her as he was leaving after dinner that his mahjong friends had arranged to play all night and wouldn't be home. So Sister Mei quickly showered and came over. However, because it was raining incessantly, my wife couldn't go out anymore. Just as I was feeling very sorry for her, my wife said with unusual tenderness, "The child is sleepy, and I want to go to bed early too. Why don't you keep Sister Mei company while we watch TV and chat?" Then she made a face and continued, with a knowing look, "I'll close the bedroom door so they won't make any noise inside." Of course, I understood immediately, and thought with boundless gratitude, "What a wonderful wife!" My wife and I were in no mood for television, so after a short while, we found an excuse to lure her into the guest room. Just as we were stripping off our clothes and joyfully flirting with each other, we suddenly heard the doorbell ringing incessantly, and we could vaguely hear my wife's husband shouting outside, "Aunt Li! Is Mei at your house?" My wife was immediately terrified; her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably. I quickly helped her put her clothes on. At that moment, my quick-witted wife had already come out with the child to block our way, scolding the child for getting in her way while deliberately calling out loudly, "She's here! She's trying on the new clothes I bought her in her room." I understood immediately and hurriedly grabbed a set of clothes from the closet and shoved them into my wife's hands. When Sister Mei came out of the guest room, my wife had just opened the gate. There stood her husband, soaking wet in his raincoat… Later, we learned that he had just realized he'd forgotten his wallet before going into the card game, so he rushed home to get it. Coincidentally, his keys were also in his wallet. After knocking for a while and finding his wife not home, he figured she'd only been visiting us, so he came looking for her. Although my quick-witted wife had averted a disaster, the scare was considerable. We only truly realized the gravity of the situation afterward. Like a hunting dog finally catching its prey on the mountain, if we were ever caught, Sister Mei and I would be utterly disgraced and ashamed. My affair, with my wife's indulgence and cover-up, would become a huge joke! So, stopping before things got out was the best course of action. Sister Mei, after this ordeal, was also very easily frightened. After talking to her, we all agreed to leave it at that. After that, our two families resumed normal relations as if nothing had happened. From then on, I returned to my dejected and depressed life! After three increasingly difficult months, one day we had just gotten home from get off work when my sister-in-law arrived with red and swollen eyes. Before she even sat down, she burst into tears! My wife rushed over to comfort her, anxiously asking, "Tell me what happened! What happened?" After sobbing for a while, Shuwen said in a trembling voice, "He tricked me!" She took a breath, calmed herself slightly, and continued, "Awei has been detained on suspicion of a huge bribery case, and I was also asked to go in for questioning and assist in the investigation. Although I knew nothing about it, I was terrified! They had been dating for almost half a year. Awei was a refined and dashing, charming, and handsome man, very warm-hearted, and very considerate to Shuwen. Now that he's in trouble, it's naturally a huge blow to Shuwen." I comforted her, saying, "Haven't you heard the saying 'A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise'? If he really broke the law, he would have been caught sooner or later. The fact that it's been exposed before you're married is probably a good thing for you. If you had married, the damage would have been even greater." After breaking up with her boyfriend, Shuwen returned to her lonely single life. After two failed relationships, she was disheartened and, having been bitten once, was now overly cautious, vowing never to create trouble for herself again and resolving to live a solitary life. However, a vow made in anger is unreliable. Is a lonely life easy for a young woman in her prime? Her psychological and physical needs constantly troubled her, especially during the long nights when she couldn't sleep, often reminiscing and shedding tears. One day, she called and asked me to come to her house after work. Since both my wife and I had keys to her house, when I opened the door, I found my wife already there. Shuwen was wearing an apron, busy cooking dinner in the kitchen, and was overjoyed to see me arrive as promised. He prepared a few of his signature dishes to treat us, saying he was bored at home alone, so he came up with this way to keep things lively. It sounded quite pitiful! After enjoying the delicious meal, my wife used her old trick again, saying our daughter needed to take a bath and go to bed, and she had to go home first, asking me to stay a little longer and keep her younger sister company. I naturally understood, secretly grateful to my wife for creating this opportunity for us. Shuwen, in a good mood, had drunk a bit more red wine, and her emotions were unusually high. After tidying up the kitchen, she hurried off to take a bath. I was alone in the living room, pulling out one of my favorite CDs and playing it. Just as I was engrossed in listening, I suddenly heard my sister-in-law calling my name. I quickly went to the inner room, where she peeked out from under the bathroom door. "Excuse me," she said, "I'm usually alone at home, and I'm used to getting dressed in my bedroom after showering. I'll have to ask you to help me get my clothes from my room." "You didn't leave it out there, how am I supposed to know what clothes you need! Are you that stupid?! Just rummage through the closet yourself, and bring me whatever you like me to wear!" I thought to myself, "You little devil, are you deliberately messing with me?" So I opened the closet, rummaged through it haphazardly, and then, on a whim, deliberately didn't give her any underwear or anything, just grabbed a bathrobe. I ran to the bathroom door to hand it to her, but she said, "The door isn't closed properly, can you bring it in? My hands are covered in soap suds." I knew what she meant! Wasn't she clearly trying to seduce me? But I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, aren't I? You can just wash your hands." "Don't play innocent with me, haven't you seen my body before!" Before I could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened, and she unexpectedly reached out and pulled me inside. Facing her naked body, I was genuinely at a loss. I only heard her say, "You haven't showered yet, let me shower you!" Before I could react, she skillfully stripped me naked in one swift motion! Like a mother bathing her child, she carefully lathered me with shower gel from head to toe. By then, my physical reaction was incredibly strong; my penis was already rock hard and throbbing. She couldn't resist any longer and immediately grabbed it tightly, using the foam as lubrication to rapidly stroke it. I couldn't bear the intense stimulation, so I broke free and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. After we rinsed off, we frolicked together in the bathtub. Unexpectedly, the intimate moments that had been interrupted for over half a year were back before my eyes. A mature couple, long sexually frustrated, carefree in front of their naked partners, how could they not indulge in unrestrained revelry! In the midst of our pleasure and mutual teasing, when passion could no longer be contained, I wanted to make love to her in the water, but she struggled free, saying: "No, it's unhygienic, I'll get an infection!" Although we were in the throes of passion, I had to respect her feelings, so I jumped out of the bathtub first, then helped her up. Before she was even dry, I carried her, still dripping wet, straight to the bedroom, and we rolled onto the bed… During those thirty-odd minutes of passionate lovemaking, she probably had three or four orgasms. As we were caressing each other, waiting for the afterglow to fade, my phone rang. Needless to say, it was my wife calling. I hurriedly got up and answered, only to hear her teasingly saying, “You’ve come back to life! You wouldn’t happen to interrupt your good time like this, would you? You two continue, I’ve already locked the front door!” I simply replied, “Good wife!” and she hung up. A warm feeling welled up inside me. I have an extremely strong sex drive, which I haven’t felt diminishing with age since adulthood, and Shuwen is also a woman with an extremely strong sex drive. Being with her is like having inexhaustible energy, like a parched land receiving rain! You can imagine how I spent that night. From then on, my life changed again. No longer did I have to live in fear and anxiety like when I was having an affair with Sister Mei; there was no mental distress or pressure, so life became exceptionally carefree. Sometimes my wife would urge me to go and keep her company, and sometimes she would come over herself.She stayed with me. Whenever she made a reservation for dinner, my wife would promptly prepare the guest room. Five months later, one day, my wife came home from get off work with a grave expression and told me: "My sister called and said that a pregnancy test confirmed she's six weeks pregnant!" I felt like a thunderbolt had struck me! I couldn't quite make out what she was saying next, as if she was blaming me for being careless. My wife and I rushed to Shuwen's house without even cooking dinner, partly to comfort her and partly to discuss a solution. But when we entered, she showed no signs of worry; instead, she was chatting and laughing as if nothing was wrong. I thought to myself, "Is this little devil playing a trick on me?" But this fleeting hope was quickly dashed when I caught sight of the pregnancy test report on the coffee table. I quickly grabbed it and glanced at it—the positive result was glaringly obvious! My wife took it, her face darkening, and said: "You're both experienced women; how could you be so careless!" Aside from the confirmed safe period, we've always used condoms. I only remember one time when we suddenly realized we were out of condoms… Shuwen casually explained. "It's all my fault. I only thought about pleasure without considering the consequences," I said responsibly. "There's no use blaming anyone now. Getting an abortion sooner won't hurt your body too much," my wife said. "What's wrong with you? Why do you want me to have an abortion? Can't single people have children?" Shuwen quickly replied, then continued, "I've thought about it for a while. I've already decided not to remarry. My life is pretty carefree now. Besides, you only have one daughter anyway. Don't you want a son? Maybe I'll give you a boy, making a perfect family!" "Don't be silly. After the child is born, you'll have to explain to everyone around you who the father is," my wife said. I've thought about this too. My sister and I share the surname Li, my brother-in-law's surname is Li, and coincidentally, my ex-boyfriend's surname is also Li. So, we can let the child take the surname Li. Who cares whether the child takes the father's or mother's surname, or who was involved in the birth? It'll all be kept secret, right? After much consideration, we decided to respect Shuwen's wishes. How could we force her to have an abortion? Besides, the child in her womb is my flesh and blood! And so, the decision was made. From then on, we took extra care of Shuwen, and she prepared herself mentally for the endless gossip, focusing on becoming a mother. After more than three months of this period of quiet reflection, I knew the fetus was stable, and we dared to resume our intimacy, though not as wildly as before—just enough to satisfy our desires. After ten months of pregnancy, the delivery was incredibly fortunate; heaven blessed us with a boy, and the three of us were overjoyed! I hired a postpartum nanny to take care of her and her baby. After her confinement period, my wife suggested to her sister that they move in with us so they could have someone to look after them. Shuwen readily agreed. From then on, our family of five lived happily together. There's a saying that a younger sister-in-law is like half a wife, a joke meant to take advantage, but it's certainly true in my life! People also say that having multiple wives isn't easy, referring to the inevitable jealousy and rivalry among women, making it difficult for men to please everyone. But that's not the case in my family. They each have their own room, so we don't have to worry about odd or even days. I can spend the night with whomever I want, because the sisters have no reservations about each other, are always considerate, and always think of others. As for our relationship, to outsiders it's an open and perfectly legitimate one, but at home, it's a close and intimate marital relationship! The sisters don't see each other as wives or concubines; they're both my beloved wives. This secret is known only to heaven, earth, and ourselves! Of course, now that it's written down, everyone knows about it.

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