Marrying a sister-in-law is like marrying a dog

Huang Xiaojun, 25 years old. Penniless and powerless, he hasn't been able to find suitable work since graduating from university. It's not that he lacks ability, but rather his physical disability.
At 25, he's only 146 cm tall and very thin. Fortunately, he doesn't have any other health problems, but his height makes him practically disabled.
Luckily, he has a cousin he's close to. His cousin is opening a small supermarket, the kind you see in the neighborhood. He conveniently got Huang Xiaojun, who couldn't find work, a job at his store.
His cousin, Wang De, is 46 years old and a high-ranking executive at a foreign company. He earns a high salary, but the workload is also heavy. He spends
little time at home, so his wife is a full-time housewife.
His wife, Zhang Ling, is a former colleague of his, 38 years old. Aside from a few fine lines around her eyes, with long, wavy hair and a height of 1.78 cm, she's a stunning beauty who loves wearing colorful stockings and high heels.
The cousin and his wife still don't have children, not because they don't want them, but because the cousin has a problem.
In his youth, Wang De was so focused on building a life for his wife that he didn't have children. Later, he rose to a high-ranking position in his company, but his health deteriorated. In recent years, he's even experienced erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation.
He was already rarely home, and his health further reduced the chances of having children. Forget children, his wife now has to secretly satisfy even her basic sexual needs through masturbation.
Huang Xiaojun had only been at his cousin's house a few days when his wife's grandfather passed away. Although Huang Xiaojun had never met his wife's grandfather and wasn't considered a relative, his cousin still took him to the funeral.
His wife was heartbroken, crying uncontrollably. Three days after the cremation and burial, his cousin asked Huang Xiaojun to help his wife sort through his grandfather's numerous belongings.
His cousin had urgent business at work and had to leave, but his wife wouldn't allow it, so he used Huang Xiaojun as a shield.
Wang De didn't know that this early departure meant his wife would no longer belong to him, and even... Huang Xiaojun, Zhang Ling, and two relatives were sorting through her belongings in four separate rooms. His cousin's grandfather was a collector, but by today's standards, a miser, stingy. He couldn't bear to throw anything away and wanted to keep everything.
While sorting through her belongings, Huang Xiaojun found a small but exquisitely crafted wooden box with a small lock.
Coming from a poor family, Huang Xiaojun felt there must be something valuable inside, like jewelry. Overcome by greed, he secretly stuffed it into his backpack.
With a heavy heart, he helped his cousin finish sorting through her belongings. Zhang Ling didn't want to be reminded of her and cause her further grief,
so she took a bus home that afternoon.
When Huang Xiaojun returned to his cousin's house, he found her still crying. He obediently made her a bowl of noodles and placed it before her, then went back to his room.
While his cousin was grieving, both Huang Xiaojun and his cousin remained silent. Huang Xiaojun also stayed home to take care of his cousin-in-law until she recovered from the grief of her grandfather's passing.
Finally, after she had recovered, Huang Xiaojun had time to find pliers and a hammer. While his cousin-in-law was out buying groceries, he picked open the small lock.
But to Huang Xiaojun's dismay, followed by an overwhelming sense of excitement and disbelief, was a yellowed book and two small black pills inside.
What was both exciting and unbelievable was that the book recorded an ancient, lewd hypnotic technique. Unlike the hypnotism described in modern novels, which uses special words, actions, or supernatural abilities to directly put someone to sleep and then allow for any desired actions,
this book described a different form of hypnosis. If hypnosis is a means of treating patients, then modern hypnosis only treats the symptoms, while this book addresses the root cause.
The two black pills were to be mixed with one's own blood and semen, soaked together, until the semen and blood were completely absorbed by the black pill. The pills are ground into powder and mixed into food, then ingested by the target. A strange incantation is chanted to induce drowsiness, followed by another incantation to induce a dream—a dream the caster can control at will. Through
prolonged and repeated control of the target's dreams, the target is gradually changed, subconsciously obeyed, and eventually hypnotized, becoming their sex slave.
The pills connect the target to the caster, subconsciously obeying the dream's arrangements, and instilling a special affection for the caster, a kind of contract, though it requires constant reinforcement.
This is the content of the book, a record of ancient lewd and evil techniques for manipulating others. No one knows who recorded it, when it was written, or why it ended up in his grandfather's hands. These questions remain unanswered.
Huang Xiaojun was very excited. He thought, if it were true, wouldn't he be able to make any woman his sex slave?
Huang Xiaojun kept scratching his head, knowing who he wanted to hypnotize—his cousin-in-law Zhang Ling, whom he had always been infatuated with.
However… his cousin was very good to him, and he couldn't bear to do it. This was also where the struggle lay.
"Wait, I'm just hypnotizing her to be my sex slave, not making her divorce my cousin. As long as we maintain appearances, isn't that enough?" Huang Xiaojun was driven by lust, and the more he struggled, the stronger his desire for his cousin's wife became.
Huang Xiaojun finally made up his mind, and the darker side still prevailed. So he decided to take action that night.
Semen was easy to obtain. He closed his eyes, gripped his large penis tightly with his right hand, and fantasized about his cousin's wife, Zhang Ling, wearing a purple low-cut halter-neck mini dress, light purple sheer stockings, and white pointed high heels, posing seductively towards him.
Zhang Ling was holding her own vulva with one hand, deliberately making the vaginal fluid stretch out long, licking her lips and smiling seductively at Huang Xiaojun.
"Ah...oh oh...hiss...cousin...hiss...oh...so good...hiss...oh..." Huang Xiaojun fantasized about Zhang Ling squatting in front of him, legs spread apart, arms wrapped around his legs, her long hair flowing as she swayed her head back and forth, her tongue rolling around his large penis, sucking and swallowing it back and forth.
The faster Zhang Ling sucked, the faster Huang Xiaojun's right hand moved. A dozen minutes later, the toilet paper, soaked with semen, resembled Zhang Ling's mouth holding it, satisfying Huang
Xiaojun's first desire. The second was his own blood; Huang Xiaojun was afraid of pain. But thinking of his cousin-in-law Zhang Ling's body, he steeled himself and pricked his finger with a needle.
While Huang Xiaojun was bleeding, his older cousin Wang De and his cousin-in-law Zhang Ling were making love.
Wang De was sweating profusely, and Zhang Ling was also drenched in sweat. But Wang De's eyes were full of helplessness and embarrassment. Although Zhang Ling had a smile on her face, everyone could see it was forced.
"Honey, next time should be better," Zhang Ling said helplessly to the man on top of her.
They had tried many Chinese and Western medicines, but none had worked. And so, they tried again tonight. The foreplay was thorough, and he finally got an erection, but he quickly lost his erection. Zhang Ling's desire, which had been aroused to a fever pitch, vanished just as quickly.
"Sigh, go take a shower first. I'll have a smoke," Kai said dejectedly.
Zhang Ling was also disappointed to see Wang De's appearance. The man who used to leave her breathless was no longer as vigorous as before.
Tap water gushed from the showerhead, soaking Zhang Ling's entire body. The shower gel quickly turned into abundant bubbles under her slender fingers.
Her hands rubbed her fair neck, then moved to her breasts. The lingering desire made her full, large breasts very sensitive. Her fingers rubbed her nipples, the sensitive stimulation sending excitement through her entire body. Her fingers instinctively reached for her already cleanly shaved vulva, the plump and tender vulva.
Zhang Ling slowly inserted her fingers into her vagina, her long legs sometimes parting, sometimes closing. The forceful thrusting slowly brought Zhang Ling to the floor, making her thrust even harder. Unable
to control herself, Zhang Ling didn't notice that outside the slightly ajar bathroom door, Wang De was staring intently at her. Filled
with a complex mix of feelings—feeling inferiority, excitement, and disappointment—Wang De secretly watched for a while before turning away. He puffed on his cigarette, but the copious amounts of nicotine did nothing to alleviate Kai Ge's anxieties.
"All done. Now all that's left is to get Sister-in-law to take this pill," A Jun said, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes fixed on the pill that had absorbed the semen and blood.
That night, Wang De, Zhang Ling, and A Jun all suffered from insomnia for a long time.
Wang De and Zhang Ling were both restless and unable to sleep. Wang De's restlessness stemmed from anger and helplessness. Zhang Ling, on the other hand, was consumed by unbearable thirst and burning desire.
Huang Xiaojun, however, was the opposite; he was excited, unable to sleep because of the thought of trying this method the next day.
"Good morning, sister-in-law." After getting up, Zhang Ling quickly washed up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, only to find that her husband's cousin had already prepared it and brought it to the dining room.
"Xiao Jun, thank you for your hard work. I slept in late last night and got up late today," Zhang Ling explained somewhat apologetically.
"It's okay. Isn't my brother up yet? Let's wake him up for breakfast; it won't taste good if it gets cold." "Oh, I'm up. I won't eat; something came up at the company, so I'm going to the office now. Don't bother making lunch for me; I think I'll be back in the evening," her cousin Wang De explained as soon as he came out and heard his cousin's words.
Then he hurriedly left.
"Working overtime again..." Zhang Ling muttered softly.
"Sister-in-law, let's eat then," Huang Xiaojun pushed Zhang Ling's breakfast in front of her and quickly took his cousin's breakfast back to the kitchen.
Zhang Ling didn't feel like eating much and ate slowly. Huang Xiaojun also didn't feel like eating much, occasionally stealing glances at Zhang Ling.
Huang Xiaojun was nervous, watching Zhang Ling eat the breakfast he had specially prepared for his cousin-in-law, taking small bites, as if she might stop eating at any moment. He wondered if the medication would be effective enough without it.
Zhang Ling, meanwhile, was lost in her own thoughts. This was the prime of her life, a time of intense sexual desire. But her husband was always so busy, and things weren't going well. This made her feel distressed and frustrated. She thought back to the past, when they didn't have much money, but they were very content, especially in their sex life. So many different things, so much passion.
Lost in these thoughts, Zhang Ling slowly, slowly finished her breakfast.
Huang Xiaojun was secretly pleased, but outwardly showed no sign of it. He cleared away Zhang Ling's dishes and went straight to the kitchen.
Zhang Ling then snapped out of her reverie, feeling a little embarrassed. However, she ultimately didn't say anything.
"Xiaojun, I'm not feeling well. I'm going back to my room to rest. Thank you for helping me clean up." Zhang Ling sat for a while, then, feeling bored, decided to go back to her room to read a book.
"Oh, okay, sister-in-law, go and rest. I'll take care of the housework." Huang Xiaojun's words made his cousin-in-law Zhang Ling feel quite comfortable. No woman likes doing housework.
After finishing cleaning the kitchen, Huang Xiaojun hurried back to his room. Then he picked up the book, sat cross-legged, and began chanting a spell.
The object of the spell was currently reading the book out of boredom.
But Zhang Ling hadn't been reading for long before she started yawning. She felt extremely sleepy.
"What's wrong? I'm so sleepy today..." Zhang Ling slowly drifted off to sleep in confusion. "
Sigh..." Zhang Ling was dreaming, in which she was disappointed in Wang De once again. Wang De, ashamed, made an excuse to go out and drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Zhang Ling was wearing a white elastic bodysuit, the cut-out crotch and purple high heels couldn't help stimulate Wang De's erection. This time it was even worse than premature ejaculation, at least he could still penetrate a few times.
Zhang Ling, with precum dripping from her vagina, took out a vibrator, preparing to go to the bathroom to relieve herself. The vibrator was something his cousin-in-law had bought out of desperation, just to deal with this kind of situation.
But when she pushed open the bathroom door, what greeted her eyes was her husband's cousin, Huang Xiaojun. Huang Xiaojun was standing in front of the toilet, his pants pulled down to his thighs, an unusually large penis urinating straight out. It was very disproportionate to his short and thin figure.
Zhang Ling didn't move her gaze for a long time. She just stared blankly at Huang Xiaojun's big penis. Huang Xiaojun didn't move either. He was urinating, but he turned his head and stared intently at the vibrator in Zhang Ling's hand.
"Cough...cough cough...sister-in-law...sister-in-law..." Huang Xiaojun finally reminded Zhang Ling.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Ling snapped out of her daze, quickly apologized, and closed the bathroom door.
Her flushed face and racing heart showed that Zhang Ling was restless. She was uneasy when she returned to her room.
She felt embarrassed, ashamed, and even more uncomfortable.
It was bad enough to have bumped into her husband's cousin in the bathroom, but to have him stare at her like that was inappropriate. But the image of that big penis kept flashing through her mind.
The sight of that unusually thick penis sent a jolt of electricity through Zhang Ling, her vagina feeling intensely stimulated, and her juices flowed uncontrollably.
The more Zhang Ling thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, the more her body burned with desire. Lying on the bed, her hands unconsciously began to rub her breasts haphazardly, her legs clamped tightly together, twisting and turning in a daze.
The more Zhang Ling touched herself, the more she thought of Huang Xiaojun's large penis. In her twisting motion, she accidentally knocked over the vibrator, and only then did Zhang Ling remember she had one.
She eagerly picked it up, ready to insert it into her vagina. But the touch was icy cold.
It lacked the warmth of a large penis, making Zhang Ling reluctant to put it in front of her.
Her lust burned even brighter, and as Zhang Ling looked at the vibrator, her mind was filled with Huang Xiaojun's erect penis.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt as if the vibrator in her hand had gained warmth, and the feel was no longer plastic. It seemed to have come alive, becoming flesh and blood.
Zhang Ling couldn't resist putting it in her mouth and sucking on it, finding the texture was exactly like a large penis.
This excited her, and she quickly inserted it into her wet vagina, effortlessly penetrating to the very end, driving her to ecstasy. She
slowly thrust in and out with her breathing. The rhythm gradually quickened, and her breathing accelerated. Zhang Ling began to hallucinate that she wasn't using a vibrator to masturbate, but that Huang Xiaojun was actually fucking her.
One hand moved rapidly in and out between her legs, while the other hand sucked on her mouth.
The image of Huang Xiaojun became clearer in her mind, pressing down on her, thrusting in and out. His hot, large penis pounded against her deepest point, the thick shaft rubbing against her vaginal walls, churning her fluids, making a squelching sound.
Zhang Ling was completely immersed in this fantasy pleasure. Imagining the vibrator as Huang Xiaojun's large penis made her extremely excited.
His fingers, gripping the vibrator, turned white from the force of the thrusting, and the rapid pace of the pumping made Zhang Ling's face grow increasingly flushed.
Her moans and groans turned into rapid, labored breathing as she reached her climax. A gush of vaginal fluid washed over the vibrator.
Zhang Ling collapsed onto the bed, eyes closed, panting. She parted her legs, pulled out the vibrator, and the copious amount of fluid it had released flowed down her thighs, soaking the sheets.
Exhausted yet satisfied, Zhang Ling drifted off to sleep.
Ah Jun was using the spell for the first time; he wasn't sure if it would work. According to the book, the scene from tonight needed to be reenacted to truly resonate with Zhang Ling's heart.
After stopping the spell, Zhang Ling slowly woke up. Suddenly, she felt a chill and quickly got up to check her genitals.
Her full vulva and thighs were still covered in a lot of precum, glistening under the light.
Startled, Zhang Ling rushed out of the bedroom and onto the bathroom door, finding it open and empty.
She breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.
"It was just a dream…strange…" Zhang Ling thought as she changed the sheets, recalling the strange, embarrassing yet exciting dream.
She couldn't understand why she would dream of Huang Xiaojun. Even if she had a wet dream, it shouldn't be about him.
He was so short and thin. How could he have such a big… Zhang Ling shook her head, finding it ridiculous.
However, after this seemingly normal wet dream, her sleep that night was unexpectedly sweet and dreamless.
The restful sleep left Zhang Ling refreshed and in a good mood the next day. She got up early to prepare a hearty breakfast.
But when Wang De sat wearily at the dining table, Zhang Ling's good mood turned sour again.
"Honey, take a day off from work, let's go on a trip for a few days and relax." Zhang Ling thought for a moment, feeling that things couldn't always be like this, and a change was needed.
"Go on a trip? But...maybe not. The company's been really busy lately." Wang De said with some difficulty.
Zhang Ling actually knew that with her husband Wang De's workaholic personality, it was practically impossible for him to take time off. Although she had guessed the answer, hearing it from Wang De himself still made her feel frustrated and disappointed.
"Wife, I'm done eating, I'm going to work." Wang De knew what Zhang Ling was thinking. But he really didn't have the confidence, and also, the company was really busy lately.
After Wang De left for work, Zhang Ling could only do housework. The opening of the supermarket already took time, and her grandfather's passing had made it even more time-consuming.
With nothing to do, Zhang Ling leaned back on the sofa and suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom. So without thinking, Zhang Ling walked to the bathroom door, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.
Suddenly, a familiar scene flashed through Zhang Ling's mind.
She pushed open the door and saw her husband's cousin, Huang Xiaojun, standing in front of the toilet, his pants pulled down to his thighs, revealing a thick, long penis urinating into the toilet.
Zhang Ling froze at the sight of that penis. His height, barely 1.5 meters, and his thin frame seemed disproportionate to the enormous penis that Zhang Ling was staring at, yet it was undeniably striking.
"Cousin... Cousin-in-law..." Huang Xiaojun stammered, feigning surprise.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Startled by Huang Xiaojun's words, Zhang Ling quickly closed the door, her face flushed, and ran back to her room.
"How is this related to yesterday's dream..." Zhang Ling felt panicked, embarrassed, and confused.
"Could last night's dream be a warning of the embarrassment I'd face today? Sigh, I really should have taken it seriously." Zhang Ling regretted not believing the dream; if she had, today's embarrassment could have been avoided.
"But...that one...it really is exactly the same size as the one in my dream...Ugh, ptooey...What am I thinking?" Zhang Ling nestled in bed, her thoughts drifting back to the enormous penis that was just as big as in her dream. This made her feel both embarrassed and secretly excited.
"Hehe, she's hooked, it really works!" Huang Xiaojun came out of the bathroom, stood at his cousin's bedroom door, lewdly grinned, and then went back to his own room.
"Starting the second hypnosis..." Huang Xiaojun's lust grew stronger.
Zhang Ling lay in bed, drifting off to sleep again, and soon her eyelids were too heavy to keep open.
"Ah...oh...ah...um...ah...um..." The hypnotic dream resumed, and Zhang Ling dreamt that she was masturbating with her fingers, her middle finger constantly digging into her vagina, and vaginal fluid kept flowing out.
After more than ten minutes, Zhang Ling still couldn't reach orgasm through finger masturbation, but she was exhausted. Frustrated, she cried out, "Ouch—!" Just then, Huang Xiaojun's very loud scream rang out from outside the door.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, Xiaojun?" Zhang Ling rushed out of the bedroom, following the sound to the laundry room. She saw Huang Xiaojun sitting on the floor and quickly helped him up, asking with concern.
"It's nothing. I was just about to put the clothes in the washing machine. I wasn't paying attention and slipped," Huang Xiaojun said, rubbing his bottom, sounding aggrieved. Zhang Ling
chuckled, then immediately said apologetically, "Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital for a checkup?" "Oh, no need, I'm not hurt. I rubbed it, it just hurts a bit, no need to go to the hospital," Huang Xiaojun quickly replied.
"Then, let me help you back to your room to rest. I'll take care of the rest," Zhang Ling said, glancing at the clothes scattered on the floor.
Huang Xiaojun didn't refuse, letting Zhang Ling help him back to his room. Zhang Ling then went back to the laundry room, picked up a bamboo basket, and gathered the clothes belonging to all three of them from the floor.
Finally, she found a pair of underwear. "Ugh, really. No sense of personal hygiene at all. How can you wash underwear with other clothes?" Zhang Ling felt a little embarrassed as she reached for Huang Xiaojun's underwear. Just as she was about to put it in the sink, she noticed it felt damp and faintly smelled a familiar scent.
"It looks like semen...is it Xiaojun's semen?" Zhang Ling's slender fingers, holding Huang Xiaojun's underwear, hesitated, stopping just before she could put it in the sink. An ambiguous thought involuntarily popped into her mind.
Looking at the underwear, Zhang Ling suddenly wanted to bring it to her nose and smell it. But she felt it was too lewd, too shameful, especially since it was her husband's cousin.
Zhang Ling struggled with her thoughts, but after a short while, she withdrew her hesitant hand, picked up the underwear, and placed it in front of her. She brought it close to her nose and gently sniffed.
The pungent, lewd, and highly seductive scent rushed into her brain, instantly igniting a fire of desire within her.
Zhang Ling's face flushed, and her breathing became rapid. The smell of semen was like an irresistible temptation for a drug addict.
Zhang Ling sniffed again, this time taking a deep breath. Her long exhales were slow and reluctant, as if she were deeply attached to the smell of semen.
Unable to extricate herself, Zhang Ling frantically pressed Huang Xiaojun's underwear tightly against her face, breathing rapidly.
She greedily enjoyed the smell of the young man's semen.
With her last shred of reason, Zhang Ling closed the laundry room door. Then she slumped to the floor, holding the underwear to her face, inhaling the smell of semen. Her other hand reached for her vagina, which was beginning to secrete fluid.
"Oh...uh...mm...mm...uh..." Low moans rose and fell intermittently, Zhang Ling's legs clamping her masturbating hand tightly.
Her fingers kept stimulating her vagina, the fluid increasing, and the moans becoming more and more rapid. But this was not enough for Zhang Ling to reach orgasm.
Unsatisfied, Zhang Ling turned Huang Xiaojun's underwear inside out. A pool of white liquid lay on the protruding part.
Zhang Ling looked at the semen and couldn't help but swallow. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly lowered her head. Her tongue slowly extended, reaching for the pool of semen.
A woman of this age was still feeling uneasy; it wasn't like she hadn't had a big penis before, or had semen shot into her mouth.
But that was in the past, that was her husband's semen. Now, in her lustful state, she wanted to lick another man's semen, her husband's cousin's semen.
The moment Zhang Ling's tongue touched Huang Xiaojun's semen, she recoiled as if electrocuted.
A small amount of semen remained on her tongue as she returned it to her mouth. The semen instantly released a flavor that excited and captivated Zhang Ling.
The taste was both strange and familiar, irresistibly alluring. It made Zhang Ling disregard morality, ethics, love, and marriage. She simply stuck out her tongue again to lick the semen off her underwear.
She licked the semen vigorously, again and again, savoring it. Soon, she had licked almost all the semen off.
The rest was fused with her underwear and couldn't be licked out.
However, burning with lust, Zhang Ling frantically rubbed the underwear against her face, trying to smear the remaining semen on her skin. Even
after smearing it on her face, Zhang Ling still felt unsatisfied, even stuffing the protruding part of the underwear into her mouth and sucking hard.
Her hands were now free, so she used one to thrust into her vagina and the other to rub her clitoris.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." With her mouth stuffed with underwear, Zhang Ling masturbated incessantly, quickly reaching orgasm.
After a tingling, trembling sensation, a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from Zhang Ling's vagina.
Zhang Ling slumped against the washing machine, removing the underwear from her mouth. Saliva had already soaked the underwear, which was already wet with semen. The saliva mixed with semen smelled fragrant and alluring to the lewd Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling breathed heavily, looking at Huang Xiaojun's underwear. After her orgasm, Zhang Ling calmed down, but feelings of embarrassment, shame, and immorality returned.
However, she still washed Huang Xiaojun's underwear by hand, just like a wife willingly washing her husband's underwear.
Just as Zhang Ling finished washing Huang Xiaojun's underwear, she heard a "Ouch..." Zhang Ling woke up with a start, not having time to think about the erotic dream she had just had, but instinctively following the sound to see what had happened.
When she got to the laundry room and saw Huang Xiaojun slip and fall on the floor, she realized it started the same way as her erotic dream.
This was the second time! Zhang Ling suddenly found it unbelievable. However, she felt it was a reminder not to make the same mistake again.
Knowing Huang Xiaojun hadn't broken any bones, she decided to just help him back to his room to rest. She wouldn't pick up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them in the washing machine.
After helping Huang Xiaojun back to his room, Zhang Ling didn't go to the laundry room but went back to her own room.
Lying in bed, Zhang Ling wanted to sleep to escape the erotic scenes in her dream. But she couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.
She had been so sleepy before, so why did one dream make her lose her sleepiness?
The more she couldn't sleep, the more her mind
wandered. Zhang Ling forced herself to think about other things, but the more she thought, the more agitated she became, and the more agitated
she became, the less she could sleep. Frustrated, Zhang Ling decided to drink some water to calm herself down.
Perhaps because she was too hasty, she choked on the water. As a result, she spilled water on her camisole nightgown, wetting the front of her chest.
Zhang Ling felt very annoyed; even drinking water had resulted in this mess. Without thinking, she changed into a new nightgown, then naturally took the wet one to the laundry room.
"Hmm? Why am I here again?" Zhang Ling stood at the laundry room door, holding the nightgown, looking at the clothes still scattered on the floor, and muttered to herself in frustration. Zhang
Ling wanted to turn around and leave, but then she thought, "I'll just put all the clothes in the washing machine. What does it look like with them lying on the floor like this?"
So Zhang Ling hastily and quickly gathered the clothes together, preparing to put them in the washing machine.
But whether it was intentional or not, her eyes couldn't avoid the underwear. The smell of semen from the underwear entered Zhang Ling's nose as expected. It
smelled exactly like the one in her dream, and Zhang Ling's desire was reignited.
One hand reached for the underwear uncontrollably, then grabbed it and placed it in front of her.
Two conflicting voices arose in Zhang Ling's mind. One told her to obey her body's instincts, and the other said she couldn't do this; how could she do this to her husband?
Despite her inner conflict, her head slowly moved closer to her underwear, involuntarily inhaling the scent of semen.
"Sigh...it's all my fault, I still didn't dodge. God clearly told me in my dream that there was danger, but I..." Zhang Ling sighed inwardly. She knew that she couldn't change the future for the time being, and could only act on instinct, on everything in her dream.
Zhang Ling was deceiving herself. She felt that if she had a dream like this again, she could definitely change it. This was also her excuse for temporarily succumbing.
Huang Xiaojun secretly stood outside the washing machine door, secretly listening to the faint moans coming from inside, chuckling lewdly without saying a word.
"Wife, I'm home. Wife? Why are you still sleeping, you little sleepyhead, get up." At noon, her cousin Wang De came home early. Because he felt he had rejected his wife's suggestion today, he felt he needed to make up for it, so he took half a day off.
Wang De took the day off and went to a jewelry store to buy a string of the latest pearl necklace to give to Zhang Ling. When he got home, he found his wife Zhang Ling lying in bed sleeping.
"Honey, why are you back?" Zhang Ling woke up with a start, surprised. She instinctively touched her face, worried that her face wasn't clean enough and that her husband might find any residual semen.
"I took half a day off to come back and be with you. Look, isn't it pretty? I carefully picked this out for you, do you like it?" Wang De showed Zhang Ling the pearl necklace.
However, Wang De didn't see the happy smile he expected on Zhang Ling's face. Instead, there was only a forced smile and a perfunctory expression of liking.
"Don't you like it?" Wang De asked, somewhat disappointed.
"No, I really like it. I'm just feeling a little unwell, I don't have much energy, and I want to sleep." Zhang Ling knew that her expression wasn't what a woman should have when she saw jewelry. So she made up an excuse.
"Oh? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Come on, get up, I'll take you to the hospital." Wang De said with concern.
"No need, I probably didn't sleep well last night. I just don't want to move. Um, I told Xiaojun to cook for himself. Tell him to make you some too." Zhang Ling was still touched by Wang De's concern, even though his penis wasn't working properly.
"Okay, sure. You should rest well. I'll go buy some pork rib soup for you, I'll be right back." Wang De said considerately.
Zhang Ling watched Wang De's departing figure, feeling very uneasy. Thinking about what she had done, although it wasn't true betrayal, Zhang Ling still felt very sorry for Wang De.
But... a woman of this age really can't live without a man's care, but unfortunately... sigh... "Xiaojun, I'm going out to buy some pork rib soup. You don't need to cook anymore, I'll buy some other groceries. Your sister-in-law isn't feeling well, let her sleep for a while. Can you look after her for me?" Wang De went to the kitchen, said a few simple words, and then left.
"Hehe, buy soup? Your sister-in-law doesn't want soup, cousin!" Huang Xiaojun's face was somewhat dark and sinister at this moment, looking wicked. But he himself didn't realize what was wrong.
Huang Xiaojun returned to his room and began chanting the incantation softly once more.
Zhang Ling fell into a deep sleep again, beginning another erotic dream.
Zhang Ling drank water again, but this time she wet her crotch. Zhang Ling had no choice but to change her pajamas and underwear.
As Zhang Ling took her change of pajamas and underwear to the laundry room, Huang Xiaojun had just come out of the kitchen, and they happened to meet.
"Sister-in-law, you have more clothes to wash? Here, let me take them to wash for you. My cousin said you weren't feeling well and asked me to take care of you." Huang Xiaojun was very helpful. "
Ah, no need. I can do it myself, it's fine." Seeing Huang Xiaojun, Zhang Ling couldn't help but recall the way she had masturbated with his underwear stained with semen, and her face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
"Sister-in-law, your face... is so red, do you have a fever? Come on, go and rest. I'll help you." Huang Xiaojun took the pajamas and underwear from Zhang Ling's hands without further ado.
Looking at the underwear in Huang Xiaojun's hands, still warm and smelling of her, Zhang Ling felt a strange feeling, and her face turned even redder.
Embarrassed, Zhang Ling didn't dare to look at Huang Xiaojun and quickly told him to go back to her room to rest.
Back in her room, Zhang Ling was restless and suddenly felt that this was not right. So she went back to find Huang Xiaojun.
But as soon as she reached the closed door of the laundry room, she faintly heard a man's rapid breathing.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Ling suddenly remembered the large penis she had seen in the bathroom that day.
Zhang Ling was momentarily dazed, and without knowing what she was thinking, she secretly peeked through the slightly ajar door.
What she saw made her unable to look away. Huang Xiaojun's enormous penis was once again in her sight, leaving Zhang Ling speechless with shock.
"Oh—ah—ah—oh oh—hiss—oh—hiss—" Huang Xiaojun was rapidly stroking his penis in the laundry room, using Zhang Ling's underwear as a cover. The massive glans, like the head of an angry beast, roared out of the underwear.
Zhang Ling's reason told her to leave immediately, to turn and leave. But her body wouldn't obey; her legs wouldn't move, and her eyes were fixed on that large penis. Her mouth was wide open as if she wanted to take that penis that was driving her wild with desire into her mouth.
Zhang Ling's infatuated gaze blinded her to her own underwear. Huang Xiaojun's large penis rubbed against it, making her feel as if it were rubbing inside her vagina, causing her to uncontrollably secrete vaginal fluid.
Even the instant Huang Xiaojun ejaculated into her underwear, Zhang Ling's body trembled, as if the semen had entered her vagina.
"Hoo—hoo—so good—ah—hoo—" Huang Xiaojun's voice jolted Zhang Ling out of her daze.
"Xiaojun, are you in there?" Zhang Ling saw Huang Xiaojun throw her underwear, still containing semen, into the washing machine and press the start button; the tap water gushed out. Zhang Ling herself didn't know why she had called out so urgently. "Ah? Oh, I'm in
there." Huang Xiaojun heard Zhang Ling's voice and hurriedly opened the door.
"Sister-in-law, why did you come out? If you're not feeling well, you should rest. I was afraid the washing machine noise would disturb you, so I closed the door." Huang Xiaojun explained before Zhang Ling could even ask. There was a sense of unease, like someone trying to hide something obvious, which made Zhang Ling find Huang Xiaojun's clumsiness endearing.
"Oh, it's nothing. I...cough cough...I have a bit of a cough. You...cough cough, could you go to the pharmacy and buy me some cough medicine?" The lie slipped out of Zhang Ling's mouth. "
Oh, okay. Sister-in-law, you should go back and lie down. I'll go buy it right now." Upon hearing this, Huang Xiaojun hurriedly ran out to buy the medicine. Zhang Ling was touched by Huang Xiaojun's obedience.
However, that feeling quickly turned into burning desire. As soon as Huang Xiaojun left, Zhang Ling rushed into the laundry room and turned off the washing machine. Then, she hurriedly pulled out the underwear.
"Hiss..." Although the underwear was still a little wet, it didn't stop Zhang Ling from sucking on it intensely.
After sucking for a while, Zhang Ling spread out the underwear and then cupped it in her hands, rubbing it against her face.
This time it was her own underwear, but Zhang Ling was still captivated, involuntarily pressing it tightly against her face. Covered
in semen, Zhang Ling's lust was burning unbearably. She licked the semen around her mouth with her tongue, spread her legs wide, pressed her upper body against the washing machine, and inserted one hand into her vagina, stirring.
Just as Zhang Ling was intently masturbating, the dream gradually faded and disappeared.
Awakening, Zhang Ling felt a pang of loss. She had the urge to immediately act out the dream's events, even adding elements to bring her pleasure.
However, she restrained herself. Reason told her that if she did, a happy and fulfilling marriage would be gone. But did she truly feel happy?
"Oh no, my husband's back." Just as she was struggling to make a decision, Zhang Ling heard the sound of a lock being opened. She guessed it was her husband, who had been gone for a long time, returning.
"Honey...wait, are you home?" Wang De entered the bedroom and found Zhang Ling wasn't there.
"At home, honey, why are you so late? I have a cough, so I asked Xiaojun to buy me some medicine." Zhang Ling hurriedly cleaned the semen off her face in the laundry room, then took a deep breath and said to Wang De. She
deliberately lied about being sick to divert attention; she had something to hide and felt guilty.
"Oh? Then I'll take you to the hospital later. Come on, eat something first, you must be starving. Come on, I went to a place that's a bit far, but their food is good." Wang De quickly placed the food on the table and carefully helped Zhang Ling sit down.
Huang Xiaojun returned home after Zhang Ling and Wang De had eaten for a while. "Sister-in-law, I bought the medicine. I didn't know which one was good, so I bought several kinds. Take a look." "Xiaojun, put the medicine down first. Come on, eat first. After we eat, I'll take your sister-in-law to the hospital.
She shouldn't take medicine indiscriminately." Wang De chimed in.
"Oh, okay." Huang Xiaojun knew, of course, that Zhang Ling was lying. However, this gave him a new idea.
After finishing her meal, Zhang Ling lay down and immediately felt sleepy. This inexplicable drowsiness made her both anxious and excited.
She knew a wet dream was coming, but Wang De was home. Would she talk in her sleep? Would she be discovered? Despite her worries, Zhang Ling couldn't resist and drifted off to sleep.
"Honey... I don't feel well, let's go to the hospital. I feel so awful," Zhang Ling suddenly called out to Wang De in the middle of the night.
"Huh? What's wrong, wife?" Wang De asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"I... I don't feel well, let's go... let's go to the hospital," Zhang Ling repeated, deliberately sounding weak.
"Okay, okay, I'll carry you downstairs," Wang De said, not noticing that Zhang Ling had been saying she felt unwell, but aside from coughing, she hadn't specified where it hurt, and besides, she hadn't been coughing much anymore.
"No...no need. You...you wake Xiaojun up and we'll go together." "Xiaojun? Why do you need him?" "I want him to sit in the back with me so he can put a big cushion against my side. I want to lean back comfortably. Also, when we get to the hospital, you'll have to go to the emergency room, get medicine, and run around. I need someone to take care of me." Zhang Ling felt guilty saying this, so she tried to cover it up with a serious tone.
"Oh, right, right. You're right, honey. I'll go wake him up now." Wang De didn't think much of it and agreed. He also noticed Zhang Ling's tone was off, so he quickly stated her request.
The three of them sat in the car. Wang De drove, while Zhang Ling and Huang Xiaojun sat in the back.
Zhang Ling sat behind Wang De, and Huang Xiaojun put a half-person-high cushion against Zhang Ling's right side, allowing her to lean back comfortably.
"To XX Hospital," Zhang Ling suddenly remembered something and quickly said to Wang De.
"Huh? XX Hospital? That's too far. Even if there's no one around at this hour, it'll still take an hour to drive there," Wang De said in surprise.
"That hospital is good." Zhang Ling's simple and direct reason left Wang De speechless for a while.
"Then you should sleep for a while, I'll drive carefully." Wang De finally thought about it; although the hospital was far, it was indeed better.
But before Zhang Ling could fall asleep, Huang Xiaojun next to her started snoring softly. However, in the small car, everyone could still hear it.
"This kid, is he that sleepy?" Wang De shook his head helplessly.
But Zhang Ling didn't feel helpless; instead, she suddenly remembered the thick, large penis she had seen in her dream and in reality for the first time.
Zhang Ling secretly glanced at Wang De in the rearview mirror and saw that his gaze was fixed outside, which made her feel a mix of tension and excitement.
Zhang Ling moved her body slightly and secretly nudged Huang Xiaojun. Finding no reaction,
Zhang Ling, blinded by lust, couldn't help but secretly slip her right hand through the headrest and gently touch Huang Xiaojun's crotch, then pulled back as if she had been electrocuted.
Luckily, the cushion provided some cover; otherwise, such a large movement would definitely have attracted Wang De's attention.
However, that touch still excited Zhang Ling considerably. It was really big, and still limp.
She squinted and quietly observed for a moment, then, when things calmed down, she touched his large penis again through the cushion.
This time, Zhang Ling's slender hands caressed Huang Xiaojun's penis back and forth, the more she caressed it, the more excited and aroused she became. She even boldly grabbed his penis through his pants.
Holding his penis, Zhang Ling felt an urge to masturbate it. However, she didn't dare.
Gently holding it in her hand, she could feel the warmth emanating from his penis even through his loose sweatpants.
If she weren't afraid that holding it for too long would wake Huang Xiaojun, Zhang Ling really wouldn't have dared to.
But after doing this several times, Zhang Ling's boldness and desire grew stronger.
While passing a 24-hour convenience store, she even used the excuse of being thirsty to get rid of Wang De.
Zhang Ling dismissed Wang De and, taking advantage of the brief moment, quietly pulled down his pants with one hand and slipped the other inside.
Gently, tremblingly, she stroked and grasped his hot, large penis.
"So big, so thick, so hot. If it were erect, it would feel so good," Zhang Ling thought
, her face flushed. Only when Wang De returned with water did Zhang Ling reluctantly withdraw her hand. Then, as Wang De continued driving, Zhang Ling could only secretly feel Huang Xiaojun's magnificent penis through his pants.
The entire journey was filled with tension, excitement, worry, and anticipation. With mixed feelings, she arrived at XX Hospital.
Hospitals are all the same, no matter the hospital. After various tests, even if she wasn't sick, she was prescribed some medication. The difference was that Zhang Ling secretly used the excuse of chronic insomnia to get some sleeping pills from the doctor.
When Zhang Ling woke up, it was already 2 a.m.
When she woke up, she hesitated again…
her fingers were pale from clenching her fists so tightly. She glanced back at her husband, Wang De, and saw he was fast asleep, so she didn't have the heart to disturb him.
She felt thirsty, so she went to the kitchen to get some water. Before she even reached the kitchen, she noticed the laundry room door was closed, but not completely shut,
and the light was on. Zhang Ling was startled. Had a thief broken in? But then she thought, no, that's the laundry room, what could they be stealing from? And why would they have the light on? There were only three people in the house, so it could only be… Zhang Ling thought of someone, and her heart began to pound.
Zhang Ling tiptoed to the door and, through the crack, saw Huang Xiaojun masturbating inside.
His large, red, blood-filled penis was roaring vigorously in Huang Xiaojun's hand.
Zhang Ling stared, her breath quickening. She longed to hold that large penis in her own hand.
Zhang Ling crouched outside the door, peeking, until Huang Xiaojun used his underwear to catch the thick, sticky semen.
Seeing that Huang Xiaojun had finished ejaculating, Zhang Ling quickly and stealthily returned to her room. Huang Xiaojun then opened the laundry room door and lewdly walked towards his room. As he passed Zhang Ling's bedroom, he deliberately made his footsteps heavy.
Those heavy footsteps seemed to pound on Zhang Ling's heart, making her heart beat even faster. Zhang Ling felt like a thief, except that she wasn't stealing money, but Huang Xiaojun's semen.
After the footsteps disappeared, Zhang Ling secretly opened the door a crack and waited a while, making sure Huang Xiaojun had gone back to his room to sleep, before daring to sneak back into the laundry room and take the underwear out of the washing machine.
"Hiss... Ah..." Zhang Ling held the underwear to her face and inhaled deeply. The lewd scent filled her mind.
"I can't take it anymore, I want to eat it all." Zhang Ling looked at the semen; it hadn't been there long and was still warm. She slowly licked it with her tongue, feeling her body burning with heat.
Zhang Ling's reason couldn't control her hungry heart and lustful body. After licking the semen off her underwear, Zhang Ling was still unsatisfied. Her restless heart compelled her to wake the sleeping Wang De, to follow the script of her dream.
Huang Xiaojun had taken a great risk by adding the uncontrollable character of Wang De to the dream.
If Wang De's words and actions didn't conform to Huang Xiaojun's dream, the entire dream plan would fail.
However, Huang Xiaojun was quite confident in his understanding of his cousin Wang De. Although there were some subtle differences, the overall direction was correct. Zhang Ling successfully obtained the sleeping pills.
The next day at noon, Zhang Ling slowly woke up. The previous night's ordeal had left her exhausted.
"Sister-in-law, are you awake?" A knock sounded on the bedroom door, followed by Huang Xiaojun's voice.
"Ah, I just woke up. What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Zhang Ling was reluctant to get up.
"Oh, it's nothing. I made some lunch and wanted to ask if you wanted some." "Oh, no need. I'm not hungry. You eat, I want to lie down for a while." "Oh, okay. I'll save some for you, I'll heat it up if you want." "Okay!" Actually, Zhang Ling wasn't hungry, but the real reason she didn't want to eat was because she didn't want to eat with Huang Xiaojun. She felt guilty. Last night's passion made her feel awkward. Even though she thought Huang Xiaojun was asleep and didn't know, she
still felt awkward.
Zhang Ling was unaware of the changes in her heart and her dependence on sex. Huang Xiaojun was also unaware of the changes in his heart.
He didn't notice the changes in himself, becoming darker and more psychologically twisted. Especially with each incantation, this change intensified.
Zhang Ling lay in bed, without any weariness. Her eyes were empty and blank, her mind thinking about recent events. Perhaps she was too idle. She should open a small supermarket as soon as possible, which would not only lighten her husband's financial burden but also prevent her from overthinking.
If the supermarket does well, perhaps it can even help her husband, whose financial burden has been eased, regain his virility.
Zhang Ling thought about the bright future, and as she thought, her eyes began to droop, and then she fell asleep without realizing it.
"Xiao Jun, I'll cook tonight. Go buy some groceries for me." In her dream, Zhang Ling looked at the sleeping pills in her hand, thought for a while, and then gripped the pills tightly. Then she left the bedroom and knocked on Huang Xiaojun's door.
"Oh, okay. But is your wife feeling better?" Huang Xiaojun asked with concern.
"She's fine, and thank you so much for accompanying me so late... accompanying me and your brother to the hospital." Zhang Ling had only said "accompanying her" casually, but suddenly felt that it sounded a bit ambiguous, so she quickly changed her words and added "husband Wang De."
"Sister-in-law, don't be so polite. We're family!" Huang Xiaojun scratched his head, saying embarrassedly.
The dream shifted, and the scene changed to Huang Xiaojun drinking a small bowl of soup. Zhang Ling sat beside him, secretly watching him with expectant eyes.
"Xiaojun, soup before meals is good for the stomach, drink more." Zhang Ling was very nervous. Before Wang De returned, she had already served Huang Xiaojun a bowl of soup and added double the dose of sleeping pills to it.
The doctor said not to take too many, at most two pills at a time, guaranteed to keep him asleep until thunder roared.
After drinking the soup with the sleeping pills, he felt sleepy within minutes.
"Xiaojun, you must be tired. Why don't you take a nap first, and I'll call you out for dinner when your brother comes back." Seeing Huang Xiaojun getting increasingly sleepy, Zhang Ling quickly helped him to his room while persuading him.
Huang Xiaojun, powerless against Zhang Ling's half-helping, half-pulling, returned to his bed.
The thin, short Huang Xiaojun now appeared tall and imposing in Zhang Ling's eyes, who was breathing rapidly and looking tense, especially his disproportionately large penis.
Zhang Ling's hands trembled as she pulled down Huang Xiaojun's pants. The large penis, which she had seen several times before, was finally right in front of her without any obstruction.
Her vagina was secreting fluids, and her heart was pounding. With seductive eyes and a shy expression, Zhang Ling felt happiness was within reach, so close it felt unreal, a kind of illusory beauty.
Ignoring that feeling, Zhang Ling swept her long hair to one side and then lifted the penis, which was thicker than most men's even before it was stimulated.
Her soft, powerful tongue slowly extended, gradually wrapping around the penis, slowly swallowing it with her mouth.
But just as she took the penis into her mouth, the dream ended… Upon waking and reflecting, Zhang Ling felt a sense of madness. This burning desire, this feeling of being unable to have it
, was maddening. This time, Zhang Ling's rationality was completely useless. It couldn't stop her from knocking on Huang Xiaojun's door.
"Xiaojun, I'll cook tonight. Thank you for accompanying me to the hospital last night. Could you go buy some groceries for me? I'll make you my specialty pork rib soup." Zhang Ling said to Huang Xiaojun with a blushing face. When she mentioned accompanying him, there was no embarrassment or hesitation, and she didn't bring up Wang De.
"Oh, will my cousin be home on time today?" Huang Xiaojun asked the question he wanted to know.
"I called him. He said he's fine today and will be home on time. Hurry up and buy the groceries for me, so your brother doesn't come back before the food is ready." Zhang Ling lied. She had indeed called Wang De, but Wang De really couldn't be home on time today. He had important guests to accompany and would be home very late. This result made Zhang Ling's heart flutter even more, and her feelings for him were irresistible.
Until they drank the soup, most of the events unfolded according to the dream. Only before drinking the soup did Huang Xiaojun pretend to accidentally drop the spoon and break it. Then, while Zhang Ling went into the kitchen to get a spoon, he put the pork rib soup he had bought outside into a sealed plastic bag, and then poured the soup from the bowl into another sealed bag filled with a sponge.
The sponge absorbed the soup, and the bag could be hidden inside his clothes. Then he poured the pork rib soup he bought outside into the bowl.
It sounds like it takes a lot of time, but it was actually very quick to do.
When Zhang Ling brought over the washed spoon, Huang Xiaojun was eating pork ribs with his hands.
"Xiaojun, how old are you? You're still eating like a child with your hands?" Zhang Ling said with a smile.
"Hehe, the pork rib soup made by my sister-in-law is so delicious. I can't resist." Huang Xiaojun lied.
"Come on, drink the soup, all the nutrition is in the soup." Zhang Ling nervously urged Huang Xiaojun to drink the soup.
"Mmm. Sister-in-law, when will my cousin's little supermarket be set up? I don't want to eat and drink for free every day." Huang Xiaojun deliberately changed the subject, refusing to drink the soup and only eating the pork ribs.
"Little supermarket, I've been urging your brother too, but as you've seen, he's so busy every day. Hey, don't get any ideas about getting something for nothing; this is your home. Don't think too much, drink the soup, drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." Zhang Ling patiently dealt with him, urging Huang Xiaojun to drink the soup. But rather than being patient, it was more like she was suppressing her desire.
"Oh, okay. I understand." Huang Xiaojun was thinking about having another battlefield in the future.
Zhang Ling watched Huang Xiaojun slowly finish the soup, feeling incredibly anxious. But Huang Xiaojun didn't say he was sleepy, so she couldn't just push him into the room to sleep right away.
A full ten minutes passed before Huang Xiaojun said he wanted to sleep. Hearing this, Zhang Ling was incredibly excited and quickly helped Huang Xiaojun back to his room.
Huang Xiaojun sneered inwardly, "You bitch, you're thinking about someone else's big cock behind your husband's back, and you're in such a hurry." "Lie down and rest for a bit. I'll wake you up for dinner when your brother gets back," Zhang Ling said impatiently, urging Huang Xiaojun to lie down and covering him with a light blanket.
Huang Xiaojun pretended the sleeping pills were working, sleeping soundly and even snoring softly.
Zhang Ling waited patiently for a while before gently nudging the sleeping Huang Xiaojun and calling out loudly a few times. Seeing that Huang Xiaojun showed no signs of waking up, she relaxed.
Zhang Ling sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Huang Xiaojun's face. It was unremarkable until her gaze moved to his crotch, where her eyes blazed with desire.
She gently pulled Huang Xiaojun's pants down to his knees and sniffed the underwear covering his large penis. The distinctive masculine scent fueled Zhang Ling's lust even more.
Tensely and excitedly, she pulled down his underwear, revealing his thick, fleshy penis naked before her.
Zhang Ling swallowed excitedly, her eyes glued to the large penis. Then, her hands trembled as she reached out to touch it—hot, hard, strong, just like the feeling of secretly caressing it in the car last night, even better.
Zhang Ling could no longer suppress her desire. She extended her tongue and quickly wrapped it around the penis, her mouth following suit, taking it into her mouth. She began a gentle, tender oral sex.
Huang Xiaojun's penis grew thicker under Zhang Ling's soft, powerful tongue and her moist, smooth mouth.
Zhang Ling could feel it gradually swelling inside her mouth.
Zhang Ling sucked on the unprecedentedly thick penis with great joy, her blood boiling, full of vitality, the penis as hard as a rock. Zhang
Ling's eyes grew increasingly intoxicated, increasingly obsessed. Her body slowly changed from lying on her side to kneeling and straddling Huang Xiaojun's legs.
Zhang Ling's vaginal fluids soaked through her panties. When she realized it and looked down, she saw her pants were completely wet.
Zhang Ling gave a seductive smile and pulled her panties down to her knees. The fluids, unhindered by her panties, flowed straight towards the large penis. Zhang Ling held the penis upwards with both hands and eagerly groped for her vulva before sitting down.
"Ah...oh—hiss—hiss—ah—" For Zhang Ling's age to be able to swallow such a large penis filled her with immense excitement. The unprecedented pleasure made her temporarily forget everything.
She slowly sat up and moved in and out. Each thrust made Zhang Ling's body tremble. Huang Xiaojun, on the other hand, felt not only excitement and stimulation, but also pain. The pain stemmed from not being able to fully immerse himself in this incestuous affair. He had to constantly suppress his excitement, preventing himself from crying out in pleasure.
Huang Xiaojun hadn't expected Zhang Ling to be so uninhibited this time, not only sucking for so long but also so actively riding on top of him for intercourse.
Besides this, which was unexpected by Huang Xiaojun, another thing that surprised both of them was that their cousin Wang De had returned home early, even earlier than the normal time to leave work.
"Wife, I'm home." Zhang Ling was immersed in bliss when she was startled by the owner of this voice, and her face instantly turned pale.
After a flurry of activity, Zhang Ling, catching her breath, walked out of Huang Xiaojun's room.
"Honey, why are you home early today? Didn't you say you were with an important client?" Zhang Ling forced herself to calm down, using the question to divert attention.
"Oh, the client had something come up and left, and since there wasn't anything else, I left early." Wang De fell for it.
"Xiaojun seems to be sick, he's dizzy, so I gave him some soup and put him to bed. Are you hungry? I'll get you some soup." Zhang Ling knew Wang De wouldn't be able to ask why she came out of Xiaojun's room, so she used this as a pretext to explain.
Sure enough, Wang De's curious expression disappeared, replaced by concern.
Huang Xiaojun overheard his cousin and his wife's conversation and chuckled inwardly.
Wang De sat at the dining table, drinking the soup Zhang Ling had served, listening to her words, "Honey, when will the mini-supermarket open? I'm so bored at home." Zhang Ling didn't know why she asked this, but she felt that ever since Huang Xiaojun had asked that question, it had been on her mind. Upon seeing Wang De, she couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm, I'll do it as soon as possible. With Xiao Jun helping you, I feel more at ease," Wang De replied after thinking for a moment.
It seemed that once this topic was over, the two had nothing more to say. It wasn't until Wang De finished eating that Zhang Ling spoke, "Honey, honey, go take a shower. Wash up." Zhang Ling usually wouldn't urge Wang De to shower because he was very clean. Besides, he didn't have the habit of showering right after eating.
"Shower now? Let's wait a bit, let's watch TV together. It's been so long since we sat down to watch TV together." A look of reminiscence appeared on Wang De's face.
"Watch TV...you...you should shower first." Although Zhang Ling's voice was still gentle, anyone could hear the urging and harshness in her tone.
"What's wrong? Why do you have to shower now?" Wang De found it strange.
"We haven't done 'that' together in a while..." Zhang Ling was taken aback by Wang De's question, but quickly came up with a clever reason.
"Huh? So early? Forget it, I got off work early today, but I'm still very tired. I wanted to watch TV with you for a while and then
go to sleep, to get some rest, because I have to entertain clients tomorrow." Wang De actually really wanted to, but the thought of all his previous failures made him uncertain and afraid. "Then forget it, I'm going to sleep." Zhang Ling said coldly and turned to leave.
"Wife... oh... wife, I'll go take a shower." Wang De reluctantly agreed.
Seeing Wang De shake his head and walk towards the bathroom, a hint of reluctance and guilt flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. But it was quickly burned away by her lust.
The two went in opposite directions, one to the bathroom, and the other to Huang Xiaojun's room.
When Wang De turned on the shower, Zhang Ling also started sucking Huang Xiaojun's big cock again.
The limp cock became hard again. Zhang Ling eagerly straddled Huang Xiaojun's abdomen again, inserting her big cock into her already thirsty cunt.
"Mmm...mmm...uh...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Zhang Ling braced herself against Huang Xiaojun's chest with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
Her fair thighs were tightly pressed against Huang Xiaojun's thighs, the lace hem of her camisole barely covering her bent knees.
It could only cover their intertwined genitals, but it couldn't stop the lustful fluids flowing from Zhang Ling's thighs, wetting the sheets.
Zhang Ling had no time to care about these details; Wang De, who was taking a shower, might call her at any moment, and her thirst would be interrupted at any time.
So she had to seize the moment.
"Mmm...uh...mmm...uh...mmm..." Rapid up-and-down movements were very tiring. But panting, Zhang Ling still tightly covered her mouth, not letting the moans she had suppressed to the lowest level reach Wang De's ears.
But before Zhang Ling reached her climax, Wang De's voice reached her ears first.
"Honey, I'm done showering. Where is he?" Zhang Ling was startled awake from her reverie by Wang De's voice. She quickly straightened her clothes and hair, then opened the door and replied, "Couldn't you be a little quieter? Xiao Jun is still sleeping. I checked his forehead; he doesn't have a fever. You go into the bedroom first; I'll take a shower and then come in." "Oh, is Xiao Jun alright? Should we take him to the hospital? I'll go check on him." Wang De's words startled Zhang Ling.
"Hey, don't go. He's asleep. Don't wake him. If you do, what will we do... what will we do? You go to the bedroom first and warm up properly. Warming up is very important. Hurry up." Wang De looked at Zhang Ling's changed demeanor and was puzzled. However, he did as Zhang Ling said.
Zhang Ling watched Wang De enter the bedroom, but she was still worried. She hurriedly went into the bathroom, quickly washed her vagina, and rushed back to the bedroom.
"So fast?" Wang De asked in surprise. Normally, Zhang Ling would take at least half an hour to shower.
This was only a few minutes.
"What's wrong? I missed you, is that a problem?" Zhang Ling said coquettishly to Wang De as she changed into a spaghetti-strap nightgown.
"We're an old married couple, why are you saying such mushy things..." Wang De was surprised by Zhang Ling's change, but still very happy.
"Hmph, do you mean I'm old?" Zhang Ling glared at him.
"No...no...no. I mean I'm old, and you're still young and energetic." Wang De realized he'd said the wrong thing.
"Nonsense, I'm not old..." Zhang Ling pounced on Wang De, and before she could finish speaking, she kissed him on the lips.
Perhaps this time he was lucky, or perhaps he was truly relaxed. Wang De got an erection this time. And the penetration lasted a little longer than before. This excited him, and he was very happy, although he still ejaculated quickly.
But the joy on his face revealed his true feelings. However, Zhang Ling didn't smile at all. Although she comforted him verbally, Wang De, caught up in his happiness, didn't notice the fleeting disappointment and longing in Zhang Ling's eyes.
Both of them washed up. Zhang Ling lay helplessly on the bed, closing her eyes to rest, but her mind was on the person in the other room.
Wang De, on the other hand, started reading a book…
Zhang Ling waited for almost four hours, both eager and helpless, until Wang De finally fell asleep, while Huang Xiaojun, bored, had fallen asleep as well.
“Oh no, I forgot to ask the doctor how long the effects of this sleeping pill will last.” Standing at the door of Huang Xiaojun’s room, Zhang Ling suddenly remembered this question just as she was about to push the door open.
“What if he wakes up? My vaginal fluid is still on the bed, will he be discovered? Never mind, even if the effects wear off, he should be asleep.” Zhang Ling gritted her teeth and boldly pushed the door open.
“Phew… thank goodness, he’s not awake.” After entering, Zhang Ling found that Huang Xiaojun was not awake, but she didn’t know if he was asleep or if the effects of the drug were still working.
“Xiaojun, Xiaojun, wake up, Xiaojun, wake up!” Zhang Ling called in Xiaojun’s ear a few times and then stepped back a few times, but there was still no movement. This made Zhang Ling happy.
Just as she was about to continue their unfinished incestuous act, Huang Xiaojun suddenly rolled over and mumbled, "Who is it? We can talk tomorrow, I'm so sleepy." This startled Zhang Ling, who froze for a moment.
Zhang Ling waited a while longer, and seeing no sign of Huang Xiaojun waking up, she finally felt relieved.
"Looks like the drug's effects are wearing off. What should I do…?" Zhang Ling knew that once the drug wore off, continuing their activities would definitely wake Huang Xiaojun. But if she didn't, she was unbearably itchy.
"Sigh, really… sigh…" Zhang Ling stroked Huang Xiaojun's bulging crotch, thinking for a long time, but couldn't come up with a single solution.
"I definitely can't keep giving her sleeping pills; too many could be fatal. If we continue, the chances of waking her up are high, and that would…" Zhang Ling sighed helplessly, a feeling of resentment rising within her for the first time—resentment towards her husband, Wang De.
This resentment hadn't surfaced after so many failed sexual encounters. But this time, it stemmed from not being able to commit incest with her husband's cousin. Zhang Ling's mind was hypnotized.
Ultimately, Zhang Ling could only go back to sleep. Tossing and turning, Zhang Ling began having another erotic dream.
In the dream, Zhang Ling was wearing dark brown open-crotch pantyhose, black high heels, and a purple camisole nightgown. She told Huang Xiaojun that she couldn't sleep all night, had insomnia, and needed to see a doctor for strong sleeping pills. She said that even an earthquake wouldn't wake her after taking them. The effects would last for several hours, and she asked Huang Xiaojun to take care of her.
The erotic dream ended there. Zhang Ling felt bewildered; the dream was inexplicable and strange.
"Why did I tell Huang Xiaojun I needed sleeping pills? And I don't have any dark brown open-crotch pantyhose... Am I supposed to go to a couples' store to buy some?" Zhang Ling pondered silently.
"Could it be..." Zhang Ling suddenly remembered Huang Xiaojun masturbating with her underwear. Perhaps God was telling her that if she did this, Huang Xiaojun would take advantage of her.
But wasn't this exactly what Zhang Ling was hoping for?
Zhang Ling really couldn't sleep that night. The thought of what was about to happen filled her with tension, excitement, and anticipation.
Meanwhile, Huang Xiaojun happily went to sleep after casting his spell.
[The End]

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