Wife's stud

The next day, I woke up early, lying in bed unwilling to get up, yet unable to fall back asleep. The night before, my wife had heard me mention wanting to borrow sperm, and she was both ashamed and angry, questioning whether I was even a man. Was I still a man? The thought of someone else cultivating and planting my seed filled me with deep pain, but my plow wasn't strong enough, the seed wasn't good enough—what else could I do? Rather than openly admitting my infertility, I decided to borrow sperm; my wife could then truly give birth and become a real mother. After more than two hours of persuasion last night, my wife finally agreed to borrow sperm, but the look of surprise, hurt, shame, and disappointment in her eyes was deeply etched in my mind. Lying in bed, I began to ponder where to find this sperm. My wife needed a man she could accept, so what kind of man did she like? My wife liked tall, strong men. Every time Xiaoting saw a bodybuilding competition on TV, she would get incredibly excited. In the early days of our marriage, she would always point at the muscular men on TV and say, "Honey, you should work out more! Look how sexy they are!" "Honey, look, they're like giant bulls, so awesome!" At this point, I would half-jokingly ask her why she married me if she liked muscular men. She said her mother said the most important thing for a man was honesty, and she listened to her family. My wife likes strong men, so should I really find a strong man to impregnate her? The thought of a burly man riding on my wife's plump, white body, inserting his huge penis into her vagina… I don't know why, but I got an erection. Actually, everyone says I'm smart and handsome, but my biggest regret in life is that I'm not tall enough. I'm 169cm tall, which isn't short, but I'm pitifully thin. My shoulders are as broad as my wife's, and my ribs are visible when she takes off her shirt. My plump wife weighs 63kg, and so do I. People say women need men to press them down, the more firmly they press, the more comfortable they feel. I can't press my wife down; during sex, if she moves even slightly, I'm thrown off. My father and grandfather were both thin. A tall, strong man should be able to give my wife a healthy baby, and maybe even improve the Wang family's genes, since the baby will be surnamed Wang anyway. Should I really use a sperm donor? She actually agreed to use a sperm donor, that slut! I suddenly got angry, but then I felt a wave of helplessness: after all, it's my own fault for being impotent. She likes bulls, so I'll find her a bull! I jumped out of bed. After getting up, I did two things. First, I found a private investigator online. The second thing: I found a gym online and also looked up some information about fitness. I sent my wife out shopping; she hadn't slept well the night before and didn't say much to me. I didn't know if it was out of shame or anger at agreeing to the sperm donation. While my wife was out shopping, I called a private investigator to our house. They secretly installed high-definition cameras in the bedroom, living room, and bathroom, connected to my computer. These cameras were all high-definition 720p, but very small, easily hidden in the ceiling or under lamps. They were also quite expensive; the eight cameras cost me over 30,000 yuan. I wanted to record the sperm donation process, to protect myself and my wife… In the evening, my wife returned home. We were still silent. I went to the gym. It was a weightlifting gym; in other words, it was a rather basic gym with only strength training equipment. I chose it because I read online that bodybuilders usually go to gyms like this, while overweight or skinny office workers go to high-end gyms. Moreover, many people who come to this kind of gym don't have much money, and I need this sense of security: the father of my child is genetically unlikely to fight me for custody. A sign on the simple glass door reads "Men's Gym, Ladies Not Allowed," the gym's trademark. Pushing open the door, a wave of sweat hit me, along with the ear-splitting clang of barbells and dumbbells hitting the ground, and the shouts of men pushing their weights… I declined the enthusiastic owner's offer, saying I'd look around the equipment before deciding whether to buy a yearly membership. I walked around and noticed that the people in this gym were generally muscular and broad-shouldered. Because there was no air conditioning and it was the height of summer, unlike upscale gyms where everyone was dressed smartly, they were all shirtless, struggling with the weights, their muscles gleaming like lumps of stone, drenched in sweat. It was already closing time, and there were only a dozen or so people in the gym, but to me, they all looked to be doing well. Without realizing it, I found myself at the bench press rack. This morning, while searching online, I gained a new understanding of bodybuilding. I learned that the bench press is one of the three fundamental bodybuilding exercises, primarily targeting the pectoralis major and upper arm muscles. Like the deadlift and squat, it's one of the most effective exercises for increasing a man's strength. Just then, I noticed a few people gathered around the bench press rack. Curious, I went over to investigate. It turned out a broad-shouldered, burly man with a buzz cut was preparing for the bench press. I counted the weight plates on his barbell, but couldn't quite make out the weight. At that moment, another bald man placed his hands under the barbell; I knew he was spotting the man, probably his training partner. He shouted, "110 kilograms, lift!" The man on the bench let out a roar as he pushed the barbell up and down, repeating this six times. Each time he lifted it, he yelled. His body was covered in sweat, glistening under the lights. His upper body was a mass of bulging muscles, his skin slightly dark, and his pectoral muscles bulged high like Shandong steamed buns. At the highest point, his pectoral muscles created a deep groove in his chest, with bulging muscle fibers along the sides. Sweat streamed down his iron-like upper body… On his last lift, perhaps exhausted, he roared, “Fuck…you…mother…!” Watching this scene, I was stunned by this powerful and savage strength. I could hear several men counting down for him: 1…2…3… But I was thinking of my wife being ravaged by his sweaty arms. Shouldn't a beautiful woman like my wife be with a strong man? I stared at him, mesmerized, as he rose from the bench press. His chest muscles were even more muscular, thicker than my shoulders. His abs weren't particularly defined, but I could see six. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his waist. He was wearing red shorts, his thighs like iron pillars planted firmly on the ground, and his feet were at least size 45… He was a real bull, though I wondered if he was a stud… “Hey, man, what are you looking at?” he said, snapping me out of my daze. I looked at his face: thick eyebrows, large eyes, single eyelids, thick lips, a broad, straight nose—the angular face of a northern man. I worked in HR at my company and had read books on physiognomy; from this face, I could see a rugged, honest, yet lecherous personality… “You're really strong. How long have you been training?” "Haha, man, you're new here, right? This is our Brother Niu, he's been training for five years!" A tall guy next to him said, patting Niu's sweaty back. "He and Da Kui are the strongest in this area!" Five years? He looks young... "I started lifting weights to build muscle when I was a teenager, how about that?" As if sensing my doubt, Big Bull leaned closer, his dark face full of wildness and provocation. He looked me up and down and laughed: "Hey, you're like a little chick, hurry up and train. If a man isn't strong, how can he handle women!" With that, he raised his right arm, bent it, and the black hair under his armpit stood out like wild grass. His biceps bulged like iron balls, like high mountain ridges, glistening with sweat. At the same time, a stench of sweat hit me. Amidst the men's rough laughter, I felt ashamed. My thighs weren't even as thick as his arms, and I really couldn't handle my women. He did another bodybuilding move, his two engorged pectoral muscles gleaming a hard, dark red, like two solid suits of armor, his face filled with the pride unique to strong men. Seeing that I still didn't speak, he went back to the bench press rack to spot the bald guy. I sat in the gym, watching blankly as he and the bald guy finished their bench presses, drenched in sweat, and walked into the locker room, blankly wondering what to do next. I stood up and went into the locker room. There were no showers; the locker room was truly only for changing clothes. The stench of sweat was even stronger, or rather, a strong, pungent "sexual odor" from a robust man. I frowned at the doorway and heard laughter inside. "Hey, Kui, how was that little widow you were with the other night? Got her in bed yet?" "Damn, I brought her home. She was a bit awkward at first, but then I pulled her into my arms and let her squeeze my flesh. The little bitch went limp on the spot, what a slut." "Hehe, you let her touch your crotch, right? Lots of juice?" "Lots of juice, not tight." "You expect a slut who's already had kids to be tight? Besides, after you fucked her with your big donkey dick, even your wife wouldn't be tight." "Damn, bullshit! That slut last time, you fucked her for less than two months and she was as loose as a sack of flour. You even said you gushed for two hours and still came.""You're not a coward, yet you criticize me?" "She's already had a child, how could it be tight?" "Fuck you, you big bull, what were you saying about her cunt when you had your eye on her?" "Get lost, tomorrow you're training your legs, don't be so cocky tonight, save some of your balls! Otherwise you won't have any power." "Get the fuck out of here, you big ball!" Suddenly, the bald guy burst out like a wall, a lewd grin on his face. He paused for a moment when he saw me, then walked away as if nothing had happened. I went into the locker room, and he was the only one there, the one called "Big Bull." He was taking off his red shorts, his skin slightly dark, a strip of black hair on his belly standing on end by his muscular abs. The moment he pulled off his shorts, I knew that my wife and I were about to have our fates changed by this man. What a cock that was! The glans was bulging, the large glans gleaming with a dark reddish-black light, thick, long, and black all over. How to describe it? Like a corn cob painted black, only with an exceptionally large head, it exuded a masculine, healthy, and powerful aura, a force ready to sow seeds. I stared intently at his massive penis between his thick, black-haired legs, at the egg-sized glans and the testicles resembling a large duck egg. I had never felt so inferior in my life. Even when flaccid, it was over 15 centimeters long; my penis, even when erect, was far less. When flaccid, it was as thick as an egg; when erect, mine was barely thicker than my index finger. "Hey, man! What are you looking at? What's so special about a penis? Haven't you grown one yet?" Once again, he jolted me from my daze. I knew now was the time. For the happiness of my wife and me, I had to be courageous. "It's grown, but not this big." "Damn," he chuckled憨厚ly, then proudly wiggled his large penis, "My dick is really big, famous back home. People call me 'Bull Dick,' they say a big dick brings good fortune, haha." I felt a mix of emotions. Yes, good fortune awaited him; I was about to invite him to fuck my beautiful wife. "You're really well-trained. How old are you?" "25," he replied, pulling on a pair of shorts. I shifted my gaze from his crotch, sizing up this towering man—clean-cut buzz cut, at least 180 centimeters tall—he certainly met the criteria. "Are you married?" "Hehe, my eldest son is already 5 years old." I was immediately shocked! "Eldest son? How many children do you have?" "Three, all sons." "My goodness, how old were you when you got married?" "I was 19 when I started living with my wife. I'm from the Yimeng Mountains, where people get married early, so I'm considered late." His answer was honest, but I saw the simplicity of a farmer in his eyes, as well as the cunning of a farmer. "Can you have so many children where you live?" "Hehe, many children, many blessings, right? As long as you pay, you can have children and get them registered. I started doing farm work after graduating from junior high school, and later I went out to work, starting as a laborer. Now I'm a small business owner, so this amount of money is nothing." "Then how come all three of your children are boys?" Seeing that I was interested, he became quite forthright, wearing only shorts and a tank top, and sat down to chat with me: "I don't know either. I can only spend two months a year with my wife. Every year during the Spring Festival, I go back home, hehe..." He glanced at me, and seeing that I was older than him, he called me "Big Brother." As he talked more, he became more rude. "Brother, you're a man too, you know. I only see my wife once a year, hehe... We have a big heated kang bed at home, it's so warm, I always let my wife go around naked." "Every year when I leave, my wife cries, but it's really because she can't bear to part with my dick..." He looked proud, "The following year when I come home for the Spring Festival, there's always another son. The one I conceived last year, my wife has already given birth, hehe, it's only been okay since she got an IUD." "Aren't you afraid your wife will cheat on you?" "I know you city people like to think that way, but all three of my sons are mine, their birthdays are all ten months after the Spring Festival. After I became a boss, my mother insisted that I do that... you city people... paternity test. I thought about how hard my wife has suffered, I didn't want to do it, but my mother forced me, and the results showed they were all my children..." "Your wife is so good to you, and you're still having affairs?" He was startled, looked up, and immediately smiled sheepishly. "Hehe, brother, you heard everything just now? You know, being out here alone... look at my physique, I can't hold back. That bald guy, Kui Zi, is just like me, we both like to build big muscles, we both like women, and we're both foremen, that's why we're brothers who'd risk our lives for each other. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked him to spot me for a 100+ kg bench press, that could kill someone." "Besides, I only date young widows and such, clean ones, I do some heavy work for them to supplement my income, not just working during the day." I looked at his face, honest, rugged, savage, and lecherous, all clearly written on it. He was completely different from us, but he could make my wife give birth to a strong child, possibly even a son. "Da Niu, I think we get along quite well." "Haha, brother, I could tell at a glance you were a cultured man, I was surprised you could chat with a rough guy like me!" Of course, I started by praising his penis, what man wouldn't be pleased? "Da Niu, what's your full name?" "Wang Da Niu! Hehe, we country folk have rustic names, but people say they have a certain manly quality." Fate? He's also surnamed Wang! "Big Brother, I need your help! I need some strength." "Haha, Big Brother, we don't have much money, but we've got plenty of strength, just say the word!" "Don't agree too quickly, it'll be a lot of hard work." "Hehe, Big Brother, I may not have much else, but I'm incredibly strong. I'm happy to have a cultured friend like you," he said, patting his chest, which was as thick as a city wall. "I can handle any kind of work." "I need to borrow your sperm." A silence fell over the locker room… "Big Brother, are you kidding? Did I hear that right?" "Big Brother, my name is Wang Cheng, and your sister-in-law's name is Chen Yuting. We both have master's degrees. I don't have enough sperm, and we want a child, so we need to borrow your sperm." "Then why me? Big Brother, we just met!" "I can't afford to embarrass myself by asking someone I know. My wife likes tall men, and I want a strong child, so it's you." "But…" Before he could speak, I pulled a photo of my wife from my pocket and handed it to him. It was a candid shot of my wife, in which she was unusually wearing a low-cut top, smiling gently, her 33D breasts white and tender. As soon as Da Niu took the photo, his bull-like eyes were glued to my wife's breasts; I could practically drool at the sight. That morning, while searching online, I learned that men who like to train for strength and muscle gain experience that this kind of exercise stimulates muscle growth and also stimulates testosterone synthesis. These men, unless they use steroids, are generally very lecherous. Steroids can shrink the genitals, and this big bull clearly wasn't one of them… Da Niu stared intently at my wife's photo, and I saw his large Adam's apple gulp down, and the bulge in his shorts visibly swelled. I even saw—I don't know if it was my imagination or just my imagination—the two egg-sized protrusions, and his testicles twitched twice. I knew he was aroused. "B-Brother, your wife is so beautiful, she looks like a scholar. Do you think she'd agree to a roughneck like me going to her?" Damn, this lecherous bull is smitten! "Brother Bull, don't worry, your wife will definitely agree. We've already agreed." "Hehe," he chuckled, looking at his wife's photo again, habitually rubbing his large, hill-like chest with his big hand. His buzz cut drooped, then lifted again… I noticed his fondness for a simple, honest "hehe" laugh. His voice was deep and powerful, as solid as his physique, and when he chuckled, it carried a rugged and raw masculinity. "When?" This kid was actually blushing! "Today, right now, tonight!" "I only have a vest and shorts, how am I supposed to see your wife?" "It's okay!" "I...I still don't know..." Footsteps sounded outside the locker room. I knew time was running out. Seeing him still hesitating, I leaned close to his ear and said, "Da Niu, it's not safe for you to play around with women outside. You need to wear a condom." Damn, do you even have condoms that big? "Your wife wants you to...""You don't need to wear a condom, you can fuck her however you want!" I changed "fuck" to "fucking," when in Rome, do as the Romans do. "I'll wait for you outside, follow me, it'll be there in 15 minutes." If a man tells you his wife is yours to fuck, would you refuse? After saying that, I didn't even look at Da Niu, and turned to leave. When I got outside the gym, I took out my phone and dialed my wife's number, telling her I was bringing a man home, a strong, married man with three sons. My wife wasn't angry, aggrieved, or shy, she was just silent for a while, then said, "Dinner's ready." She hung up. I waited outside the gym for 10 minutes, and Wang Da Niu came out. This guy was really only wearing shorts and a tank top. Because he hadn't showered, the sweat hadn't dried yet, and the muscles on his arms were bulging and hard, like steel under the sweat. Seeing him come out, I didn't greet him, but walked straight home. In the shadow of the setting sun, I saw a much burly figure following silently behind me. "Wife, I've brought the big bull back for you!" Pushing open the door, I saw a table laden with a sumptuous meal. My wife is a great cook, especially meat dishes—what northerners call "big dishes" or "hard dishes"—but I don't like meat. My wife always says men need meat to have energy… Watching the big bull wolfing down his food across the table, I was lost in thought. This guy had only eaten a bowl of rice, but he'd practically devoured all the meat on the table: two large chicken legs, a plate of shrimp, and a plate of beef that was disappearing. "Eat slowly!" my wife said gently. From the moment we entered, my wife had remained calm when she saw the big bull behind me, but the big bull, seeing my wife, was practically drooling. This honest man only managed to call out "Sister-in-law!" before staring intently at her. I don't know what my wife was thinking, but she was wearing her usual home clothes—knowing I was bringing someone home—a short off-the-shoulder dress, revealing the base of her large, white breasts, a deep cleavage extending beneath the skirt. I'd seen all of that in photos, but Da Niu was staring intently at my wife's buttocks. Oh, I forgot to mention, my wife has a buttocks that any man would adore, white as a jade plate, round as a full moon, plump and perky, looking like a big peach from behind. My wife seemed to enjoy Da Niu's beastly gaze, deliberately carrying dishes from the kitchen to the dining room several times, like a model on a runway. Finally, what interrupted Da Niu's dazed stare was my wife's shout, "Dinner's ready!" So now, I'm sitting at the table, Da Niu opposite me, my wife beside me. Da Niu is chewing voraciously, saying, "Delicious, delicious! Sister-in-law's cooking is so good!" While he's devouring his food, I pull my wife into the kitchen. "Do you think he's good enough?" My wife remained expressionless. "I think he's fine, he's great!" My heart was filled with mixed emotions. "He's good enough? Look at the way he eats!" My wife glanced at me. "You've changed your mind? It's not too late!" My anger deflated instantly. We'd taken all the prescribed medications and had all the necessary injections, but we still didn't have a child. Did we really have to adopt one and let the whole company know that I, Wang Cheng, was "impotent"? Seeing my silence, my wife also fell silent... A long time passed, seemingly a year, but probably only a minute, before my wife suddenly broke the awkward silence: "I think he's great, a man who can eat well is a man who can do good work!" She walked out of the kitchen! My heart ached. I knew I had missed the last chance to end this absurd farce. I found a bottle of Wuliangye liquor that someone had given me in the kitchen, grabbed three glasses, walked to the dining table, and loudly proclaimed, "Come on, I met a good brother named Da Niu today, I'll have a few drinks with him!" Da Niu had just finished his dinner; that guy, he ate so much in just 10 minutes, impressive! His eyes lit up when he saw the Wuliangye, and he exclaimed, "Brother! This liquor is good!" I knew northern men loved to drink, so today I'd drink my fill with him. Looking at his tall, strong frame, I knew I couldn't outdrink him, but I kept finding excuses to drink with him. I drank about half a bottle, while Da Niu generously downed most of it. Finally, I lost consciousness. In the instant I passed out drunk, my thought was that I was finally free, but deep down, there seemed to be a lingering regret… Early the next morning, I was awakened by a severe headache. I woke up on the sofa in the living room, rushed to the bathroom, vomited thoroughly, and, holding a glass of cold water, glanced at the clock in the living room—it was 5:30. In a daze, I suddenly remembered, "Wife!" I rushed into our bedroom, and what I saw there is something I'll never forget. Wang Daniu, this burly Shandong man, was lying naked on my bed, spread-eagled, his strong arms encircling my beautiful, equally naked wife! My wife had her head on Daniu's shoulder, her slender white arms embracing his muscular body, sleeping peacefully and contentedly. Daniu, on the other hand, was snoring loudly, sleeping like a log. I remembered my wife once saying that it was lucky I didn't snore, otherwise how could she sleep... She was sleeping perfectly well now! I felt like I was going to faint: my wife had really been violated by this brute! I stared at them for a long time like a block of wood. One was masculine, the other feminine; one rugged, the other delicate; one dark-skinned, the other fair-skinned. I had a strange feeling that they were the real couple, and I... I was just an insignificant little man. Just as I turned to leave, as if God were punishing me for some wrongdoing in my past life, Da Niu's body changed. His limp, black penis slowly rose, and in those few dozen seconds, I witnessed the entire process of this man sleeping next to my wife's large penis going from soft to hard. It was the first time I had ever seen this penis in its "battle" state. I think it was at least 23 centimeters long, incredibly thick, with the fleshy ridges on the glans gleaming with a reddish-black light—truly a penis brimming with reproductive power. The two large testicles below seemed unchanged from yesterday, swollen and full. I even optimistically imagined that perhaps he hadn't ejaculated last night, that perhaps nothing had happened between them… At this moment, Da Niu suddenly stopped snoring and unconsciously stroked his penis with his large hand. Perhaps it was too hard to bear, because he pressed it down, and the penis, like a steel bar, snapped back onto his belly, returning to its acute angle with his lower abdomen. I couldn't stand it anymore. I really wanted to wake them up, tell Da Niu to get out, and call my wife a whore! But what right did I have? Da Niu could crush me with one hand, and he only needed my wife to have his seed because I was impotent… I was in agony, but then I realized my penis was hard. I sadly realized that seeing a man stronger than me sleeping next to my wife aroused me—how perverted was that… Then it dawned on me: I had installed cameras in the house! The living room video was playing on the monitor in front of me. The high-definition camera was excellent; the ceiling camera, when zoomed in, showed a single hair on the dining table. I saw Wang Da Niu reach out and push me after I collapsed on the table. "Brother, brother? Wake up!" Seeing I wasn't awake, he scratched his head and asked, "Sister-in-law, brother… what do we do?" "Just put him on the sofa." Da Niu easily picked me up. This guy's bench press is at least 110 kilograms, while I only weigh 60-something kilograms; it was too easy for him. When I saw Da Niu hugging me, my wife was staring intently at his back. Da Niu's back was broad and thick, with strong latissimus dorsi muscles and broad shoulders, making his thick waist appear as a distinct inverted triangle. "Da Niu, your name is Wang Da Niu, right?" "Yes, sister-in-law, just call me Da Niu!" Whether it was because of the alcohol or because Da Niu was thinking about his "physical work" tonight, his face was flushed. "Where are you from?" "My family is from the Yimeng Mountains." "What do you do at home?" "Hehe, what else can we do? Farm." "Then how did you end up in Jinan?" "Hey, I came to the city to work when I was 20." "How come you're so strong!" Upon hearing this, Da Niu immediately swung his two arms, which were like large wooden rafters, in a bodybuilding pose, his bulging biceps rising like mountains. "Sister-in-law, do you want to touch it? It can even jump!" I saw my wife's slender white hand slowly touch Da Niu's arm. Da Niu proudly flexed and extended his arm slightly, and his biceps, like iron lumps, twitched, making my wife laugh. "Hehe, just like a living person. How did you get so strong?" "I've been building muscle with my dad since I was little." "Oh? You guys have bodybuilding where you're from?" "What bodybuilding!" Da Niu chuckled, "The men in my area all like to lift stone weights and practice wrestling and stuff. They're basically doing the work of repairing the earth. Without strong arms, no woman would like you!" "Then wouldn't someone like you be the most popular girl in the village?" "Hehe, sister-in-law, you know what? My wife is really the prettiest girl in the village. That's how it is where I'm from. The strongest young man is the most popular. In our family..."The men here are all tall and strong, like 'big beasts' in our local dialect, so women especially like them…” I saw that Da Niu seemed to be getting drunk; his face was getting redder and redder, and he was sweating profusely, like he was coated in oil under the light. His loose vest was already soaked through. I also noticed that his wife's hand was on Da Niu's arm, seemingly stroking his strong arm. “Take off your vest.” I saw Da Niu suddenly grin foolishly, a fleeting smile with a hint of cunning, a kind of farmer's cunning, a rough cunning, or perhaps the cunning of a male animal trying to win reproductive power. This guy was slightly drunk, but he wasn't stupid; he couldn't wait to show off his muscular physique to the beautiful woman. “Hehe, then I'll go shirtless, sister-in-law, don't mind.” “It's okay, do whatever makes you comfortable.” Da Niu ripped off his vest with a quick swipe of his large hand. My wife looked at Da Niu, who was shirtless, and her mouth opened slightly. I admit that Da Niu's body was full of masculine beauty, as solid as a city wall. His muscles were like hard bricks, especially his broad, fan-shaped shoulders. His pectoral muscles looked like two large iron pots placed on a chopping board, dark red and black. The nipples along the lower edge of his pectoral muscles were as small as 50-cent coins, but the color of dark chocolate. I saw my wife shift her buttocks slightly on the screen. "Go on," Wang Daniu continued, still dazed. "I remember once when I was in the second year of junior high, I came home early from school and saw my dad pinning my aunt down on the kang (a heated brick bed). They were both naked. I went closer and saw that my dad was having sex with my aunt, his buttocks throbbing. At first, my aunt didn't make a sound, but then she couldn't hold back anymore and started screaming. Her big dick and all that stuff came out, and she kept scratching my dad's back. My dad ignored her, cursing and continuing to fuck her. I watched from the doorway for as long as they did it. After at least half an hour, my dad suddenly yelled and lay still on top of my aunt. My aunt held my dad tightly." "After a while, my dad finally got off my aunt. He saw me standing dumbfounded at the door, and I saw his penis too. It was huge, like a washing mallet, covered in white discharge. The lumps of flesh on my dad's body reminded me of the big bulls in the village. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my aunt's shouting must have been because of my dad's penis and his lumps of flesh. I don't even know how long I stood there like a log. My dad caught his breath, glanced at me, and slowly got up from the bed. My aunt was still recovering, her eyes were lifeless, and I saw that her bottom was soaked. My dad walked up to me, looked at my crotch which resembled a small hill, and said, 'The kid's all grown up!'" "My dad put on his shorts, took me to the yard, and said I was a grown man now, so he told me everything. He said my aunt's husband, a college graduate who was also a village official, wasn't doing well on the kang (heated brick bed) and couldn't have children, so he offered to help them. My dad has always been my hero. One year, during the off-season, the men in the village had a strength contest, and my dad could lift the huge millstone on the threshing floor and circle it once. He was the strongest man in the village, and I can still remember the expressions on the faces of the women in the village when they looked at him. Suddenly, I understood, and I told my dad, 'I don't want to be like my uncle, I want to be like you!'" "From the next day on, I started playing with stone weights and lifting stone poles with my dad. Later, my aunt gave birth to a big, healthy boy, and my uncle even came to thank my dad. The two of them drank until late at night, and my dad, right next to my uncle, fucked my aunt until she cried and screamed. Later, I caught my dad several times taking advantage of my mother's absence, pinning down widows and other women in the village and having sex with them on the kang (heated brick bed). I'd heard the old women in the village call my dad a big slut since I was little, and that's when I understood why. I've never told my mother about my dad, but she definitely knows he's a slut." Hearing Da Niu's vulgar account, his wife blushed and gasped for breath. She hadn't expected Da Niu, slightly drunk, to recount such a blatant experience. Looking at the screen, I saw my wife's buttocks shifting constantly in the chair. "Your dad really corrupted you," my wife said, trying to hide her blush and embarrassment. "Where we've always had this saying, 'A brother-in-law has half a sister-in-law's butt,' and any capable man's dick can't stay idle. But before I got married, my dad never let me touch a woman. He said the wedding night is precious, so it's best to hold back before that!" "That's quite true." I sensed my wife was a little excited, a little embarrassed, and a little shy. "What's true? Well, when I got married at 19, I held my wife and fucked her to my heart's content on our wedding night. I didn't rest all night, fucking her eight times. For the next few days, my mother had to help her get out of bed." ...My wife's face turned even redder, and she didn't know how to respond. She could only get up and pour a glass of cold water for Da Niu, saying, "Look how hot you are, have some water." Da Niu reached out to take it, and the moment his hand touched his wife's, he seemed to suddenly remember that he hadn't done his "heavy work" for the night yet! He looked at his wife, whose face was flushed and her pink face was smiling gently after being teased by his erotic stories. He was immediately aroused and reached out to pull his wife into his arms!

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