[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 40: Losing My Virginity to the Handsome Man

I vaguely remember Ning Hui mentioning that she had kept a diary since junior high school, a diary being a dialogue with one's own soul. I never imagined that today I would have such an intimate encounter with my wife's soul in this way.

I know this method is called—voyeurism.

I also know that just because it's my wife's diary doesn't mean it's right for me to peek.

This diary entry started after our marriage, but it wasn't strictly a daily entry; it was intermittent.

So, with a little unease and trepidation, and an irrepressible little excitement, I began my exploration of my wife's post-marital spiritual journey…

"On this day in [month and year], I finally put on my wedding dress. This is the moment every girl dreams of. I've imagined countless times what kind of husband God would give me. Is he handsome? Tall? Rich? Like Tony Leung?

Today the answer is finally out. He's not handsome enough, not tall enough, not rich enough, and doesn't resemble Tony Leung at all. He even has small eyes. But he's gentle, talented, generous, humorous, and a great cook. Hehehe, honey, aren't you too proud of me praising you like this? And for the first time, I think men with small eyes are so charming.

Honey, please, love me well for the rest of your life, because the moment I put on my wedding dress, I also decided to love you well for a lifetime. Let's set a time limit for our love, okay? Forever and ever!"

This opening diary entry almost brought tears to my eyes. My mind immediately conjured up all the beautiful and sweet moments of my courtship with my wife. Also, I have to praise Ning Hui's writing style; her sincere feelings flowed like a gentle stream from her pen.

"Our lovemaking in [month and year] was always so wonderful. My husband seems to understand women so well, he knows exactly how to make women feel good. Hmph, he must have had a lot of experience with other women before, but not now. Husband, you are my private property, I won't allow anyone else to share you. If you're ever seen getting involved with any other girl, hmph, I'll cut off your penis, hehe.

Meimei once told me that if a woman has the right man to guide and inspire her, her potential is limitless.

Husband, you are my Mr. Right. You not only taught me how to love you with my heart, but also how to love you with my body.

Today, my husband specially played an adult film during our lovemaking. I used to watch it with Meimei and her friends in our university dorm, but back then I was shy and nervous, so I didn't feel anything, and I even felt disgusted. Hehe, today is different, it's with my husband, so there's no shyness. He mischievously told me that the film was specially chosen, the kind where a lot of people are having fun together, one woman with many..." Wow, guys really do that during sex? Foreigners' penises are so thick and big, how can any woman handle that? Wow, foreigners are so open-minded, they live a completely different life. It's unimaginable for us Chinese.

My husband is so naughty, teasing me about wanting to be an AV actress while we're having sex. Humph, if I really did that with another man, I wonder how crazy you'd go! Men are all all talk and no action.

Don't worry, husband, I'm yours alone, forever and ever, my heart and my body.

Because I love you.

Hehe, but today, maybe it's because we were watching porn, but our sex life is especially exciting, I seem to be very wet. I know you have many tricks up your sleeve, this keeps our sex life fresh and passionate, that's good.

Hehehe, who the hell said porn is only for men? Look at my training, look at my wife's reaction, that Zeng Da Xia is really right, if a woman has the right man to develop and guide her, her potential is limitless.

I know this refers to sexual potential.

"That fat, big-eared bank manager Feng from [month and year] was absolutely disgusting! If General Manager Zheng asks me to do something like that again, I'll have to resign.

General Manager Zheng is very cunning, a stark contrast to the newly arrived General Manager Wang. I heard that General Manager Wang is a combat hero from the 1979 self-defense counterattack. When I was a kid, I watched 'Guerrilla on the Plain' and 'Reconnaissance Across the River,' and I especially admired those combat heroes. I wish I could hear General Manager Wang tell his combat stories sometime; it would definitely be more real and exciting than the movies.

General Manager Wang is witty, has a strong presence, and is very capable. In short, he's very manly. Not bad, not bad. With a leader like that, the company should have a bright future."

Haha, my wife can swear too. No wonder she fell for General Manager Wang so easily later on. Besides my good training, it turns out she had a hero-worship complex towards him.

"In [Month, Year], my husband said this wasn't just empty talk. Today, during sex, he actually asked me if I wanted to have sex with other men.

I thought my husband was full of wisdom, but I never expected him to have such crazy and irrational thoughts.

Isn't fidelity and loyalty what we've always been taught? Isn't that what love is all about? He even brought up some theory of probabilistic fidelity, saying that Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir loved each other their whole lives, but each had many other lovers, saying that as long as they gave each other the most love, that was enough. Haha, husband, that's foreigners, okay? We Chinese don't believe in that. He even said that as long as the heart is mutual, the body can take care of itself for pleasure.

Humph, husband, do you have some kind of ulterior motive? Are you using this as an excuse to go out and find other women? If so, I won't let you off the hook!"

Hahaha, I wonder how my wife would feel if she read these diary entries now. I'm so glad she recorded these intense internal struggles. If any sociologist wanted to do some research, this would be such a valuable document.

"Okay, honey, I'm starting to believe you. You've been buzzing around like a persistent mosquito, relentlessly trying to instill this idea in me, wanting me to experience other men. Haha, is the world crazy? What husband would send his wife to another man? But after hearing your reasoning, it seems to make sense. As time goes by, even the best couples inevitably experience physical fatigue. What will we do then?

You said you want me to be the happiest woman—no, the most sexually fulfilled woman. Is this really possible?

To be honest, although I haven't argued with you much on the surface, your ideas have had a huge impact on me. I feel shocked, confused, and upside down, but I can't resist your persistent persuasion..." Zhi told me it was immoral, but my body told me there was indeed a secret, indescribable pleasure. Several times lately, when you were making love to me, you made me think that it wasn't you, but another man. I tried to indulge myself; I really imagined it wasn't you on top of me, but Tony Leung, Brad Pitt…

Thinking of them during sex was so exciting. Why is it that when my body is filled with you, but my mind is filled with someone else, I experience this indescribable excitement and pleasure? Is this really what you call human nature?

Honey, you've turned me into a lustful woman; my mind is so confused.”

Sigh, I find my wife increasingly adorable. On the surface, Ning Hui is cheerful and carefree, but inside she's so incredibly perceptive.

"Today, [Month] [Year], I have a mountain of worries. Things aren't going well at work, and that little swallow is here to see my husband again

. I've seen her before; her name is Luo Xiaoyan. She's so beautiful, the most elegant girl I've ever met. It's a pity that if I hadn't been there first, my husband's talent paired with such a beauty would have been a perfect match. Sigh, since fate has made me this beauty, I'm sorry, little swallow, I won't allow you to bother my husband again. I know you're too beautiful, and I'm afraid my husband can't handle it, haha.

Hmph, Ning, listen up! You agreed to me finding other men, but I didn't agree to you finding other women. If you have any more dealings with this swallow, I'll never forgive you!"

Hehehe, alright, alright, everyone on Earth knows that in the Ning mansion, the wife is the boss, and I'm just a commoner.

"Husband, it's all because of your indulgence. I don't know if you'll be angry if you find out.

Lately, I keep thinking about someone. His voice, his smile, even his presence makes my heart pound like a deer.

That day when we made love, I lied to you. I didn't think about anyone else. Tyson, I was just teasing you. I was thinking about him!

This man is old enough to be my father. I don't know why he gives me such a special feeling. I feel like he's a majestic mountain in front of me—mysterious, towering, and wise. Haha, a man like a mountain, I think that's the best description of him.

I only found out a few days ago that he actually has a woman... " My son died when he was only three. He had the same name as me, Hui'er. So pitiful, it breaks my heart. I don't know what this foreshadows. If I could be his daughter, I would truly be willing to give him some comfort. And it would be nice to have another father like him.

I am a wife, a married woman, I have a husband who cherishes and loves me like a treasure, yet I still thought of other men. I feel ashamed and embarrassed.

It's all your fault, husband, you spoiled him! "

Hehehe, wife, that lie hit the nail on the head. Did you think I didn't know who you were thinking of? Who am I? I'm Ning the cook, Ning as in Ning Hui."

"Honey, in [Month, Year], I'm panicking.

Before, your encouragement wasn't directed at anyone specific. You enjoyed playing these role-playing games, always making me imagine other men during sex, and I happily cooperated. Seeing you so excited made me happy too, and my body felt released and pleasurable. But it was all just imagination.

Now, we're on the same page, and I'm facing a life challenge I never even imagined: infidelity.

Incredibly, this infidelity was encouraged and supported by you, my husband. You seem even more eager than I am.

I can't believe it's real; I've wondered countless times if I live on Mars.

That night, during sex, I finally called out his name—yes, it was Mr. Wang, that mountain-like man. The feeling

when I called his name was so strong and intense!

Honey, are you angry? Even just a little? Even a tiny bit of anger would make me feel better.

Look what you've turned me into!"

Damn it, I guarantee my wife's diary is the most exciting text I've ever read. The climax is about to arrive, and I can't wait to scroll down.

"In [Month, Year], Mr. Wang kissed me. On our first date.

I can't describe what that kiss was like, honey. It felt different from yours, yet just as intoxicating. His kiss was so domineering, yet so tender. I felt completely soft in his arms, like leaning against a mountain wall. I've always known I have a little woman inside me, and this feeling of that little woman leaning against a mountain wall, being cherished, is so wonderful.

Men are different; their scent and aroma are truly different.

Honey, I don't remember if I told you, but when he kissed me, I was so excited, I was all wet.

Hehe, honey, you thought we were going to a hotel today, but I was nervous and didn't go. I don't know if I can get over this hurdle in my heart.

But tomorrow… Mr. Wang asked me to go to the hot springs tomorrow. What will happen tomorrow?

I remember the night Ning Hui first dated Mr. Wang, wife, you actually told me you were wet, and you even told me you touched his penis!

In [Month, Year], honey, thank you!

You finally let me be his woman."

This man has endured so much hardship, and I'm so happy and overjoyed to see him regain his former glory.

He truly is a born lover. If women are wine, he's the best bartender; if women are pianos, he's the best pianist. He's like you, my husband, knowing how to treat women gently and how to make them happy. Perhaps only men with experience can reach this level. I admit, the feeling of making love with him is dazzlingly beautiful.

Forgive me, my husband, I know your initial intention was for me to experience more sex, but how can a woman be aroused, how can she find pleasure without any feelings in her heart?

I admit I admire him a little, I admit I have a hero complex towards him. When such a man I admire enters my body, the feeling of surrendering myself to him is indescribable.

Do you know, my husband, when he drips red wine onto my vulva and then buries his face beneath me, do you know the trembling pleasure I feel?

I admit I am happy. I ask myself this again and again, and I finally admit that I used a little bit of feeling for him.

I always thought that only such a combination of love and sex could create wonderful sex, husband, because I am a woman.

Husband, will you be angry? Does this count as emotional infidelity? I didn't tell you because I was afraid. Afraid that if I told you, you wouldn't want me anymore. But husband, I want to tell you, past, present, future, and forever, you are the one I love most!

The three rules you laid out before you left made my stomach hurt from laughing so much. Husband, you're so clever!

Thank you, husband, for making me a sexually happy woman. "

Wife, this counts as emotional infidelity, although it's only a little bit. But later I also learned a principle: forcing a woman to take off her pants and sleep with someone is called prostitution. Even though I feel a little sour, how can I resist your honest words? The person you love most is still your husband.

Darling, the person I love most, past, present, future, and forever, will always be you.

"Husband, I'm sorry!

Wake up, husband, if anything happens to you, I won't live anymore."

"It was my fault. I didn't know you liked my 'hairy hair' so much. I really didn't mean to not wear a condom, but you didn't even give me a chance to explain.

Okay, honey, I won't see Mr. Wang anymore. It was my fault. I know this is just a game. I'll play if you're happy, and I won't if you're not. I'll listen to you in everything, okay, honey!

But honey, please wake up soon, I'm almost crying!"

Hmm, the wife's apology was concise! Actually, Ning Hui knew everything. There are only beautiful women, not simple women.

"Today, [month and year], I went to see Mr. Wang.

Honey, I didn't tell you, I hope you're not angry with me. I just went to persuade him to have the surgery. I'm

so happy that Mr. Wang finally agreed to the surgery. Shrapnel has been in his head for almost thirty years, how much pain must he have endured?

Looking at Mr. Wang's appearance, I turned away and cried. My heart ached.

It's good that you agreed to the surgery. God will have mercy, your surgery will be successful, I will pray for you."

I saw Sister Tang today; she's such a kind woman. Being with you, I always felt guilty towards her.

So, let's say goodbye now. I will remember the good things you gave me.

Promise me you'll be well, okay?

This is my wife's heartfelt confession to another man. I don't know if it was a mistake to so enthusiastically encourage them to be together. Seeing this, on one hand, I'm gratified that my wife is such a loyal woman; on the other hand, I sigh deeply. Thankfully, it's all in the past.

Hehehe, my wife has a new boyfriend now. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she'll lose her virginity to him today.

This young man, she can't possibly treat him like a mountain of a man anymore.

Just treat him as a playmate in bed, honey, you know sex is the real deal.

"In [month and year], Zeng Meimei really went crazy, actually making me pretend to be her cousin's girlfriend and go back to his hometown with him. And my husband, what's with all this nagging? He's practically begging me to go too! I'm speechless at them, they can't believe they even think of such a ridiculous thing. My

husband actually said the main purpose of this trip is to lose his virginity. Sigh, how did I end up with such an incurable perverted husband? It's like he can't stand not letting other men sleep with his wife. Even if I want to find a new target, it won't be that quick. I need to develop a feeling first, this guy in the north is just a kid.

Sigh, my seriously cuckolded husband, I..." The more green hats I put on him, the happier he is. Okay, I'll put them on you, lots and lots of them! I'll see if you're thrilled or furious!

Anyway, he's so handsome in the North, hehe, don't be jealous of your wife running off with some pretty boy.

I know you, Ning the Househusband, the more your wife flirts with other men, the happier you are.

Humph, I'll make you excited and happy to your heart's content!

Perverted husband! Perverted husband!"

Hehehe, my wife is so cute. It seems like she's full of complaints, but I don't believe she's completely unmoved by such a handsome man.

It's human nature, after all.

I read my wife's diary in one go. It's practically a history of a respectable woman being led astray by her husband.

After reading it, I was filled with emotion, my heart pounding, and my love overflowing. I don't know if Ning Hui is lucky because she has Ning the Househusband, or if Ning the Househusband is lucky because he has Ning Hui.

Anyway, life goes on. The cuckolding spree at the Ning Mansion continues...

After finishing reading the diary, it was almost noon. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't taken care of today's important business, so I quickly sent Ning Hui a text message to ask about the situation.

A moment later, Ning Hui replied: "I went to the beach with Beifang today, and we're almost there."

"Heh, is the beach far? Are we going back tonight?"

What I cared about most was where my wife would stay that night.

This was crucial to whether the matter would be resolved.

"Yeah, it'll take two hours by car. I won't be going back tonight; I've already booked a room up north, a seaside villa for rent."

"A seaside villa? Wow, that's amazing! Now you and your boyfriend can finally have some romance!"

"Honey, do you really want me to be with him?"

"You know perfectly well! Look at you last night, ignoring the handsome guy right there and taking care of yourself. What was the point? Aren't you tired?" "

Okay, honey, I'll do as you say. Looks like I really can't avoid it. Up north insisted on coming in at 5 a.m. this morning."

"What did he do to you so early in the morning? Did you have sex?"

"Don't be so mean, honey! Hehe, at first I wouldn't open the door, but he said he really liked me, and I felt sorry for him, so I let him in. We didn't do anything, though; I just let him hold me for a while."

"Hehe, he just held me. This guy wouldn't be that indecent, would he?"

"You know perfectly well! Holding your beautiful wife, do you think he'd be well-behaved? He was kissing and touching her all the time."

"Hehe, where did he kiss you? Where did he touch you? Did your little sister get wet?"

"No! I couldn't get him to take my panties off, but he kissed them all over. I had to change my panties after talking to you on the phone last night, and then I changed my panties again."

"What happened?"

"Silly, they're wet again!"

"Hehe, you're so slutty, that's the kind of wife I like! He kisses you and you get wet, which means you're quite attracted to him. So what are you still worried about, wife?"

"Tch, why don't you try being hugged and kissed like that and see if your panties get wet? It's all your fault."

Wife, if your husband were kissed like that by a man, his panties wouldn't get wet down there, but his penis would be wet, he'd vomit.

Ning Hui and the others were on their way to the beach, so the text messages kept coming in. My wife's mood was different today than the past few days. The desire I'd built up before my trip, the game of cat and mouse with Zeng Shuai these past few days—the push and pull, the flirtation and ambiguity—was finally starting to ferment. It was clear she couldn't hold back anymore. I was 100% sure I'd get my hands on her today.

I still reminded her to keep in touch and update me on the latest situation.

After lunch, there was no news for a while, and I was just about to send a message to check on her.

"Honey,"

Ning Hui's text came first, "Want to see some pictures?"

"What pictures?"

"We went for a walk on the beach after lunch. The sea breeze was so nice, the scenery was beautiful, so we took a picture."

"Hey, what do you think? Do you think I, Chen Huansheng, have never seen the sea before? Send it over."

A moment later, Ning Hui's photo arrived on my phone. When I opened it, I almost fell off my chair with a jolt, and then my nose started bleeding profusely.

In the photo, against the backdrop of a beautiful beach where the sea and sky meet, Ning Hui and her boyfriend are passionately kissing!

Two seagulls are flying in the distance.

Oh my god, oh my god, this is the first time I've ever truly seen my wife being intimate with another man. I noticed my hand holding the phone was shaking uncontrollably.

Because it was a selfie taken with her phone, the distance was very close, and Ning Hui's phone has a high resolution, so the following details that made my blood boil were clearly visible: Bei Fang's height made my wife lean back like a little bird, her eyes closed in a very passionate and enjoyable way, her lips fully open and intertwined with Bei Fang's, you could even see her tongue sticking out, most of it inside Bei Fang's mouth…

My blood rushed to my head: “What’s going on, honey?”

“I was kissing Bei Fang on the beach just now, and he wanted to take a picture with his camera, but I didn’t let him, so I took one with my own camera instead, hehe, did you get a nosebleed, honey?”

“Yes, yes, it’s down there. Now I’ll have to change my panties!”

“Hehehe, he’s more handsome than you, isn’t he? You’re so excited to see your wife kissing a handsome guy, aren’t you? Did you see clearly? It was a French kiss!”

“Hehehe, you know perfectly well! How about another one when he’s fucking you tonight? I’m begging you!”

“You pervert!”

...

I don't know how I got through the night, I can't remember how many times I looked at that photo. I don't know how much passion was boiling inside me.

Finally, night fell.

I started texting Ning Hui, teasing her intermittently. I guessed that while the handsome guy next to me relied on touch, I had already drowned my wife in a sea of desire with words, like that boundless ocean.

Suddenly, my wife called, her voice a little low: "Honey,"

"What's wrong, where are you, honey?"

"I'm in the bathroom right now, just finished showering. He's outside."

"Hehe, honey, you were completely naked?"

"Yeah, wrapped in a towel."

"Haha, why don't you take a bath together with your boyfriend?"

"Get lost, he's not qualified. Honey, he's right outside, what should I do?"

"Go out, let him untie your towel, and then..."

Just then, Ning Hui's phone rang with a knock on the door, and then she heard Ning Hui shout to the outside, "Don't come in, I'm on the phone with my husband."

"Honey, I told him not to come in, he knocked on the door a few times while I was showering, trying to come in."

"Hehe, why would I knock? I'd just barge in!"

"You think everyone's like you. It seems I have no choice but to give in, honey."

"That's exactly what I was thinking, you want it too, don't you?"

"To be honest?"

"Of course."

"Yes, I really want it. I really do."

"If you want it, go ahead, your happiness is my happiness!"

"Then I,"

the person on the other end hesitated for a moment, "I... I'm going out, honey, kiss me."

"Kiss kiss!"

I gave the phone two big kisses.

“Say you love my husband.”

“I love you, darling.”

“Okay, I love you too, husband. I’m going out now.”

“Wait!”

“What is it, husband?”

“Don’t hang up. Just go out like this, put the phone on the bedside table, and then, when you moan in bed, be louder, okay?”

“Huh? Husband, you…”

“Absolutely! Please, wife!”

There was another pause on the other end of the line. “Okay, umm, you’re such a pervert, husband.”

“Is the battery enough?”

“I just charged it last night, it should be fine.”

…

With a soft click, I knew that Ning Hui had placed the phone on something.

A moment later, I heard rustling sounds. I held my breath, trying to pinpoint the source of each sound.

The sounds of fabric rubbing together, skin slapping against lips, and then Ning Hui began to moan softly…

“Sister Ning, you’re so beautiful!”

“Mmm…”

“Your tongue smells so good, your saliva is so sweet, I can’t get enough of it.”

“Mmm…”

“Sister Ning, I…I want, I want to kiss your lower part.”

“Mmm…okay, here you go…”

“Oh, mmm…”

“Is it comfortable, Sister Ning…your lower part is so beautiful, just as beautiful as your upper part.”

“Mmm…you’re licking…it feels so good…”

“Ah, Sister Ning, you’re so beautiful, I like you so much, let’s go abroad together?”

“Mmm…beauty can’t stop your mouth…don’t think like that, I…have a husband…mmm…” “Your English is so good, it’s a pity you don’t go abroad.”

“Mmm, if you keep talking about this…then you…don’t lick…mmm.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t say it.”

“Sister Ning, Sister Ning, can you suck mine, I can’t take it. It’s so hard I can’t stand it.”

“No…”

“Please.”

“No…”

“Sister Ning, I love you, I love you! You’re so wet down there…”

“Mmm…mmm…I’ve always been wet, do you like it?”

“I like it. I love you, Sister Ning! If you don’t suck me, I’ll put it in.”

“Ahhh…you dare!”

“Ahhh…”

“So comfortable, Sister Ning, your…pussy is so slippery, so wet.”

“Mmm, who told you to…put it in? Oh…let’s start again…put on…put on a condom…”

“Okay, right away!”

“Slap slap slap slap…”

That was clearly the sound of a penis hitting a vagina.

“Ahhh…”

Ning Hui’s voice grew louder and louder!

“I love you, Sister Ning! I love you, I love you” “Are you…using your penis to…or your mouth…ahhhhh” “Is it comfortable, Sister Ning?”

“Comfortable…comfortable, harder…faster faster!”

“I want to fuck you, Sister Ning, from behind.”

“Mmm, turn me over. Ahhhh…”

“Slap slap slap slap!”

Another series of flesh-on-flesh sounds like a machine gun!

Damn, take it easy, kid! "You're only allowed to have sex with my wife. If you ruin her, I'll fight you to the death!

" "Ahhh...so good...ahhhhhh."

Ning Hui's cries echoed throughout the room. I don't know if she was deliberately making them so loud, but they almost shattered my eardrums.

"Slap slap slap slap!"

The sound never stopped. She's still young!

"Ahhhhhh..."

My wife's mixed cries rose wave after wave in response.

"Ah...faster...faster...I'm coming!"

"Ahhh, Sister Ning, I love you, I love you!"

"Ahhhhhh...I'm coming, coming—"

I knew that was Ning Hui's signature cry of approaching climax! Accompanied by this half-minute-long "coming"—the duration of that "coming" should be the same as the duration of my wife's climax—I also came! I fiercely kneaded my pounding, iron-like penis, ejaculating all my semen into my panties...

finally, my mission was accomplished.

The next day, my wife and her boyfriend went back to the city for a short layover before flying back directly.

They arrived home in the evening, and Zeng Meimei picked them up from the airport. As

soon as Ning Hui walked in, I hugged her tightly, then looked at her intently, unable to say a word.

"Why are you looking at me like that, honey? Is your wife missing a part or something?"

"Hehe, no, but maybe something's a little extra in your pussy," I said with a mischievous grin.

"You're naughty,"

Ning Hui punched me lightly, "Honey, I'm going to take a shower first."

"Okay."

I gave Ning Hui a deep, passionate kiss and then let go.

After showering, Ning Hui called out to me from the bathroom a moment later, "Honey, look at all those dirty clothes you left behind. Wait for me, I'll shower with you."

"Hahaha,"

I rushed to the bathroom, "I'll shower, I'll shower, honey, you must be tired from getting off the plane."

I entered the bathroom and saw Ning Hui holding the underwear I had changed out of the night before, staring at me blankly.

Chapter 41: From Ning the Cook to Ning the Adulterer

Generally speaking, when your wife finds your underwear stained with semen, a bloody incident triggered by that underwear is practically inevitable. The next scene usually goes like this: she'll ask which woman you slept with.

But Ning Hui's eyes were filled with heartache and affection, exactly the same as the first thing I saw when I woke up after my injury.

The instant our eyes met, we both understood where the semen stains on the underwear came from—it was from Ning Hui masturbating.

I quickly reached out to take the underwear.

Ning Hui didn't give it to me, but slowly placed it in the laundry tub. Looking at me, her eyes were soft and gentle, her voice slightly choked with emotion: "Honey, is this what you left over from last night?"

"Hehe,"

I laughed awkwardly, "Last night, I couldn't stand your moans of climax, so...hehe, you know."

Ning Hui sighed softly, bit her lip, and then leaned closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder, her arms around my waist. The sweet fragrance of Ning Hui after her bath instantly filled my nose. "Honey, this isn't the first time, is it?"

"Hehehe,"

I didn't know how to answer except for a silly laugh.

Suddenly I felt a sticky liquid on my shoulder, then heard Ning Hui sobbing. "Hey, honey, why are you crying?"

"Honey, I'm sorry!"

Ning Hui looked up at me with teary eyes. "Honey, was I too selfish?"

"What are you talking about? I told you... I like this kind of thing."

I started to stammer. "I'm really happy, darling, because... because I heard your happiness."

"No, no, no, honey, things shouldn't be like this."

Ning Hui suddenly turned her head and looked around as if searching for something. "I'm sorry, honey, things shouldn't be like this. I can't do this, I can't be so selfish. Honey, I want you to be happy too!"

"What's wrong, honey? I'm happy. What are you looking for?"

"Where's your phone, honey? Where's your phone, honey?"

Ning Hui's tone became urgent, then she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Ning Hui looked a little neurotic as she fumbled around, finally finding my phone next to the computer, then picked it up and started randomly pressing buttons.

"Honey, honey, where's your Yanzi? Haven't you seen her in ages? I know you like her, don't you? I know you like her, honey!"

Ning Hui's hand trembled slightly as she held the phone.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Why did she suddenly bring up Xiao Yanzi again? I was a little nervous and confused.

"I'll text her for you, honey. I'm sorry, honey, I want you to be happy too!"

Ning Hui's voice and hand started trembling as well: "I'll text her, I need to text her!"

What's going on? My wife, who used to get so worked up whenever Xiao Yanzi was mentioned, is now arranging a date with her for me? My head buzzed...

This is too dark humor! Honey, don't be so provocative.

I instinctively tried to stop Ning Hui, muttering, "Are you being silly, wife? There's really nothing between us!"

"I know there's nothing between you and her, husband,"

Ning Hui said, pressing a few keys on my phone before handing me the result of her earlier efforts. "Alright, now you and your Yanzi can have whatever you want!"

The phone displayed the text message that had just been sent: "Xiao Yan, where are you? I want to see you! I miss you!"

"Hahaha,"

Ning Hui suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, a few drops still glistening on her face. "Husband, I'm sorry for making you suffer so much. I don't want my husband to suffer!"

"Wife, are you kidding me?"

Seeing the message actually sent, I felt like I was in a dream, still unable to believe it was real. All I could remember was that I was the one who sent Ning Hui's first ambiguous text message to President Wang.

Damn it, if this is what karma means, I'd rather it be even worse!

"I'm not joking."

Ning Hui's smile faded, but her eyes remained gentle, though now tinged with panic and guilt. "I really wasn't joking, husband. How could I joke about something like this? I know I'm being selfish."

"No, no, I won't go."

Unable to discern his wife's true intentions, he shook his head frantically.

"You must, you have to go, husband."

Ning Hui's tears flowed again like a broken string. "Otherwise, I... I won't be at peace. I won't be with anyone else. I can't be such a selfish woman! I don't want to be such a selfish official! No, no!"

Ning Hui was agitated, but she seemed serious. I never imagined that my unintentional laziness would turn this fervent, cuckolded husband into a cuckolded husband!

I couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of life and the twists of fate.

I tenderly embraced Ning Hui again. Her hair cascaded down, a waterfall covering her shoulders and mine.

Ning Hui pressed herself tightly against me in response, and I could feel her body still sobbing.

Just then, my phone rang; it was a text message.

Ning Hui and I both jolted simultaneously, as if switched on by the same circuit, then stared at each other. For a long time, neither of us spoke or touched our phones.

Ning Hui's eyes were tense, and her body trembled slightly.

I wanted to soothe her tension with a tighter hug, so I tried to pull my wife away from the phone beside us.

“No, honey,”

Ning Hui suddenly smiled through her tears, “Look at the text message, she replied to you.”

Seeing that I didn’t move, Ning Hui reached for her phone, opened it, looked at it for a while, and then held it in front of me: “I thought I was dreaming, Nan-ge, that I could still hope for a thought from you. I have a performance now, it’ll be over soon.”

Perhaps Ning Hui was afraid that her obvious anxiety would affect me, which made her smile even brighter, her charming crescent moon still glistening with tears, and her obvious guilt towards her husband: “Look, she’s been waiting for you to say that for a long time, honey.”

“No…no!”

I stammered, I was truly incoherent, and for the first time I realized how clumsy my tongue was.

"Hehehe, what no no no."

Ning Hui took a step back and looked me over carefully. "Hmm, honey, go change your clothes. I want my husband to look handsome when he meets your Little Swallow!"

With that, Ning Hui went to the wardrobe and rummaged through it, eventually pulling out several pieces of clothing. "Come here, honey, what are you standing there for? Try this on, I think you look so handsome in it!"

Seeing that I still didn't move, Ning Hui grabbed the clothes and rushed towards me, trying to take off my clothes without a word.

"Wife, wife."

I was just dumbfounded as Ning Hui manipulated me, my tongue still clumsy, and my mind still blank.

"Hehehe,"

After Ning Hui finished fussing over me, she giggled like a little bird. "I told you you looked handsome in this outfit, honey! Okay, go on, honey!"

"I..."

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"

Ning Hui pushed me, all the way to the living room door.

"Wife, this isn't right, don't misunderstand, I'm... I'm not..."

I stammered. What I really wanted to say was that I wanted my wife to be with other men, not that I wanted to be with other women.

"I know what you're trying to say, honey. You always say you're willing to be just an ordinary person, but I also want my husband to be the happiest man in the world."

Ning Hui blinked, then said with a very serious expression, "I have such a selfless husband, you can't have such a selfish wife."

These philosophical and tongue-twisting words left me stunned. I squatted down, completely unconsciously drawn to change my shoes.

It took me many times longer than usual to get my feet ready. Just as I was about to stand up, I suddenly noticed that Ning Hui's gaze was a little strange.

"What's wrong, honey?"

My heart tightened, and I looked bewildered.

Ning Hui's face suddenly turned terribly dark. I saw two large tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, swirling around, before rolling down her cheeks. She looked at me innocently, "Honey, are you really going?"

"What's wrong, honey?"

I was completely confused. "Didn't you tell me to go?"

"You'll go just because I told you to?"

Ning Hui raised her small fist as if to hit me, but it looked quite forceful, yet it landed weakly on my skin. Then, sobbing, she rushed over and hugged me tightly.

Sigh, maybe this is another test for me. My heart can't take this kind of stimulation, honey. Does it mean I have to nod or shake my head?

Damn it, I'm not afraid of anything, except a woman crawling around like that.

"Oh, oh, don't cry, don't cry, honey won't go, honey won't go."

I quickly comforted my crawling wife.

"Waaah..."

Ning Hui leaned against me and sobbed for a while. It seemed she had finally cried enough before lifting her head. Today, her tear ducts were like a crescent moon bursting its banks, her swollen, puffy eyes making my heart ache. Seeing Ning Hui bite her lip, she said, "No, husband goes. I want my husband to go!"

"Hey, wife, does it count as a nod or a shake of the head?"

"Giggle,"

Ning Hui laughed at my question, quickly nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice, "Nods count, nods count."

After arguing with my wife at the door for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, I finally confirmed that this bizarre and dreamlike rendezvous with Little Swallow, triggered by her semen-stained underwear, was feasible and safe. Just as I was about to step out the door, I heard Ning Hui call out crisply again, "Husband!"

My heart skipped a beat, almost leaping out of my chest. I saw Ning Hui pouting. Oh my god, "What's wrong now, wife?"

"Hmph, you just went like that? Listen, three rules!"

This time, Ning Hui's expression was somewhat amused, she wanted to laugh herself, but she was very serious and had to hold it in: "First, from now on, you have to report to your wife before you go on any dates with Xiao Yanzi; second, you're not allowed to call her 'wife,' and she's not allowed to call you 'husband'! Third, third... hmph, use condoms. Fourth, fourth... I haven't thought of any yet, I'll tell you when I do!"

"Hahaha,"

these three rules were originally Ning Hui's rules for his wife to follow when she cheated on him, and now they've all been applied to him. How can you not pity and love my wife? She's not only understanding and gentle, but also has a great sense of comedy and humor. This truly delighted Ning Hui, his heart surging with a mix of emotions: gratitude, joy, and the inexplicable excitement of seeing Xiao Yanzi.

Without a word, I pulled Ning Hui into a passionate kiss, gasping for breath as I murmured, "Wife, wife, you're so adorable! I'll be back soon, and when I get back, I want to hear your detailed report on how you made love with that handsome guy last night. The recording isn't enough!"

"Hehehe, go and do your best! There's more to come!"

"What? More to come? You two did it again last night?"

"What do you think? He's so young, and has the body of an athlete. I couldn't resist him, so we did it once after hanging up the phone, and then again this morning."

Ning Hui made a teasing face.

What's going on? Does this mean that after I make love with Xiao Yanzi, we, this adulterous couple, have to report back to each other?

Damn it, this is too much!

Luo Xiaoyan told me there was a performance tonight at a grand government-sponsored founding ceremony, and it would be over soon.

So I drove to the vicinity of the performance venue to wait for her to finish.

Today, I drove like a dream, because everything felt so real, like a dream.

I originally thought that guiding a girl like Ning Hui—highly intelligent, highly educated, resourceful, and genuinely pure—to the point of cheating on me and having sex with men other than my husband would already be a mission impossible. But my wife has gone even further, making the Ning Mansion a place where both husband and wife are now involved in adultery.

Zeng Daxia was right; with that pout of my wife's lips, who knows what jaw-dropping things she might do.

About half an hour later, Luo Xiaoyan called and asked me to drive over and pick her up.

When I saw Luo Xiaoyan waiting for me by the roadside in the distance, carrying a large backpack full of her performance gear, I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. In the vast sea of people, Luo Xiaoyan's figure stood out against the endless glitz and bustle of the street, appearing so beautiful and graceful, yet so lonely and forlorn.

Luo Xiaoyan got into the car, gave me a polite smile, and then turned to look out the window. It was as if I, inside the car, had nothing to do with her, and the night outside had nothing to do with her either.

When I returned Luo Xiaoyan's smile, I tried to be natural, but I found my smile wasn't quite genuine.

I knew the hurt that my previous escape had caused a girl, and now it stood between us like an invisible wall.

I had to do something.

I kept one hand on the steering wheel and reached for Luo Xiaoyan's hand, which hung naturally at her side.

Luo Xiaoyan didn't notice the movement of my hand, which had been given a special mission. I knew I had to make a decisive move—I didn't want that perfectly knuckled hand to even instinctively flinch away. That hand was so alluring, especially the long, captivatingly sensual fingers that circled the stem of the wine glass when she held it, just like the two prominent buds on Luo Xiaoyan's chest that always stood out against her clothes.

Luo Xiaoyan's other hand was resting on the car door, supporting her head, and she looked somewhat tired.

When could there be a better time to pass on warmth through my hand? If I didn't reach out now, I'd really be letting down that pair of panties from last night. Just then,

the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned red. Luckily, it was a stroke of luck. In a split second, I quickly reached out and grabbed Luo Xiaoyan's hand tightly, so tightly that I forgot I was grabbing a woman's delicate, smooth hand.

I don't know if I used too much force, but Luo Xiaoyan cried out, immediately snapping out of her reverie and turning to look at me.

I smiled, "Did I hurt you?"

Luo Xiaoyan didn't answer, looking at me for a long time. I could feel her hand in my grasp hesitating, as if she wanted to pull away but then gave in.

Thank goodness, in the end, her hand stayed in mine. Then I heard Luo Xiaoyan's first words of the night: "The light's green..."

Haha, I was overjoyed. I thought I had gotten my license to be a pervert tonight, but actually, Luo Xiaoyan meant the light was green, reminding me to start my "drive."

But once we started talking, it was time for Ning's silver tongue to shine. In no time, I had coaxed Luo Xiaoyan into going out for a late-night snack

. We hadn't even had time to eat yet; we had originally planned to eat out with Ning Hui.

Luo Xiaoyan said she wanted something light.

Watching Luo Xiaoyan's perfect hand carefully feed herself spoonfuls of preserved egg porridge was a true pleasure. Her eating posture was graceful and ladylike, occasionally puckering her lips to test the temperature of the porridge, her tongue subtly tracing and teasing it.

For a pretentious guy like Ning, who liked to embellish his image, there were two things about a woman that could instantly captivate him: one was her lips when she ate—in Ning's opinion, the most sensual moment for a woman; the other, as everyone knows, was her pubic hair—which, in Ning's pubic hair fetish, conveyed a woman's wantonness.

Just as Ning was intently watching Luo Xiaoyan's lips and tongue intimately interact with the porridge, his phone buzzed with a text message.

He opened it to find his wife: "Honey, where are you now?"

This felt like a lifetime ago; last night he was the client, now he was the service provider, and his wife was the client.

"Yeah, having a late-night snack with her, just some congee. I haven't eaten since we left. I was supposed to eat with you tonight."

"Hehe, isn't it better with her around? Have fun, honey."

The piping hot congee hadn't even warmed my stomach yet, but my wife's text message really warmed my heart.

After reading the message, I looked up and met Luo Xiaoyan's gaze. She quickly turned her head away; I could tell she guessed the message was from Ning Hui because I read helplessness in her eyes.

If we weren't at a street food stall, I would have really wanted to pull Luo Xiaoyan into my arms at that moment.

The congee tasted so good, it made me very hungry, and I ate two big bowls, while Luo Xiaoyan's small bowl still had a little bit left.

"You only ate that much?"

I tried to smile with every word I spoke, looking at Luo Xiaoyan's sad expression. I knew that there was still a knot in Luo Xiaoyan's heart that hadn't been untied; the green light to her heart hadn't actually been lit for me tonight.

Let alone the green light to her vagina.

"I'm full. Thank you."

Luo Xiaoyan spoke sparingly.

On the way back to Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, I kept reaching out to hold her hand while driving. Luo Xiaoyan didn't refuse, but she wasn't enthusiastic either, placing her hand in mine like an object.

But the delicate texture of her skin, unique to women, filled me with a sweet warmth.

Still speaking very little, Luo Xiaoyan looked out the car window, as if I in the car and she were still irrelevant, as were the night scenes outside.

Finally, we arrived. Luo Xiaoyan turned around and gave me a very indifferent smile, picked up her backpack from the back seat, and said something that sent a chill down my spine: "Thank you for driving me, and for the preserved egg congee tonight, goodnight...bye."

After saying that, she turned and opened the car door to leave.

What's going on? Is this the end of the day? How am I supposed to explain this to my wife when I get home? How am I supposed to face my little panties?

I was so anxious I frantically grabbed Luo Xiaoyan's arm. "Xiaoyan, hehe, I... I'll help you carry your bag upstairs, okay? It looks heavy."

Luo Xiaoyan neither agreed nor disagreed, just smiled helplessly and walked towards the apartment door, as if to say, "Whatever, do what I want."

I quickly parked my bike on the side of the road and followed, snatching the backpack from Luo Xiaoyan's shoulder. Luo Xiaoyan couldn't resist, and in the end, the backpack was slung over my shoulder.

Luckily, it was just the two of us in the elevator. I reached out to grab Luo Xiaoyan's hand, and she smiled helplessly again, giving me her hand.

I thought the light was finally green.

But it wasn't green at all.

We arrived at the room, but Luo Xiaoyan opened the door, then turned around and blocked my way, looking down at me. She reached for my bag, saying, "Thank you."

I handed her the bag. Seeing that Luo Xiaoyan was practically blocking the doorway, I grinned and said, "We're at the door now, won't you even let me in for a drink of water?"

"Yeah, it's too late,"

Luo Xiaoyan said, a slight smile playing on her lips. Then she looked at me, her eyes radiating a beautiful yet cold sorrow.

Now I truly felt the situation was serious. I paused, bravely meeting Luo Xiaoyan's gaze. "I know you're angry."

This time, I saw Luo Xiaoyan's chest heave slightly as she took a deep breath. "Don't worry, I'm really not angry. I have no right to be angry with you. If anyone's angry, it's me."

"I just want to say I'm sorry, really."

I suddenly felt a sense of despair.

“Well then,”

Luo Xiaoyan extended her hand, as if to say goodbye, “Goodnight.”

I reached out my hand, and then I noticed that our hands were trembling violently as we clasped together. I didn’t know if it was me or Luo Xiaoyan who was shaking.

I closed my eyes and sighed softly, “Goodnight.”

Then I turned and walked towards the elevator.

Sigh, sorry, little nymph, after all that commotion, I still ended up going home feeling utterly dejected. I never thought that even getting a license from my wife to have sex with other women—such an impossible mission—would be possible, but the green light with Luo Xiaoyan remained closed.

Ning, you deserve it!

It seems being a lecher isn’t an easy job; it’s not just physically demanding, it’s also technically challenging. After

a long while, the elevator finally arrived. As the doors slowly opened, I lifted my foot, feeling utterly defeated, to step inside…

“Brother Nan—”

Luo Xiaoyan’s almost crying voice came from behind me.

My body froze, and my head instinctively turned: there was no obstruction of sight between Luo Xiaoyan's room and the elevator. Luo Xiaoyan hadn't closed the door and gone inside; instead, she had been watching me until the elevator doors opened.

I saw Luo Xiaoyan standing at the door, somewhat lost and dejected, with that same heartbreakingly sorrowful look in her eyes, her backpack already on the floor. I froze for a moment until the elevator doors slammed shut, trapping my foot. Only then did I snap out of it, and in a flash, I rushed towards Luo Xiaoyan…

Then, I unleashed an amazing burst of physical strength. Without a word, I scooped up Luo Xiaoyan, who was a head taller than me, and carried her backpack along with me into the room.

As I tumbled onto the bed in Luo Xiaoyan's boudoir with my arms around her, our next move was to find each other's mouths, and then our lips passionately intertwined.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd kissed Luo Xiaoyan, this time was different. I no longer had the restraint and inhibitions of the previous two times; all I felt was the passion surging within me like a wild horse.

I tried to probe Luo Xiaoyan's mouth as deeply as possible, like a leech weaving back and forth inside her mouth. This time, when Luo Xiaoyan sucked on my tongue, she seemed more skilled and forceful than before, as if afraid it would slip out of her mouth.

I felt like my tongue was about to be bitten off; the energy this woman unleashed was truly frightening.

Slowly, Luo Xiaoyan began to understand how to intertwine her tongue with mine, how to swallow my saliva, and how to spit out more saliva onto the tip of my tongue so I could roll it back into my mouth.

"Mmm, Brother Nan, Brother Nan..."

The sounds of our sucking lips and Luo Xiaoyan's soft moans mingled together, rising and falling.

We kissed, our souls intertwined, until the world seemed to blur. I pressed Luo Xiaoyan tightly beneath me, my entire weight resting on her body. I greedily savored the firm yet soft mounds of her breasts against mine, the sensations sending shivers down my spine.

My penis hardened uncontrollably—this time, I felt no shame for my utterly lewd reaction.

To kiss a girl I admired so sweetly, especially one so tenderly and affectionately, and to kiss my penis until it was erect—how reasonable and beautiful that was!

I could no longer control myself, my hands reaching directly into Luo Xiaoyan's undershirt. There, once again, nothing was left untouched. My hands covered her pert, delicate breasts, their pearly nipples already erect. The porcelain-like touch filled my hands, and in that instant, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Then I felt dizzy all over, and I felt two kinds of liquid gushing out of my nose and below.

Luckily, they didn't actually come out. Otherwise, it would have been a huge embarrassment.

As I pinched the nipples on her breasts, Luo Xiaoyan's body tensed, her Adam's apple bobbed, and a soft sigh escaped from there, a delicate, lingering sound.

What I needed to do next was to remove our clothes as quickly as possible. I'm not a uniform fetishist; I like the feeling of a man and woman being completely naked, with every inch of skin exposed. A woman's nakedness usually excites me more and makes me more unable to control myself.

When I pulled off the last piece of fabric on Luo Xiaoyan's body, her black lace panties, an unbelievably perfect naked body was presented before my eyes. Luo Xiaoyan had long, slender legs, round breasts, and wheat-colored skin that radiated a golden glow.

Luo Xiaoyan closed her eyes, a blush gradually rising to her face. Her hands shyly covered her legs, but through her fingers, one could see the lush pubic hair spreading from her lower abdomen, its color lighter and less dense than Ning Hui's, forming a beautiful inverted triangle.

Luo Xiaoyan's hands covered her lower body, but she no longer had hands to cover her upper body, her alluring breasts completely exposed to me.

I licked and kissed down Luo Xiaoyan's long neck, my tongue lingering briefly on her nipples before gently sucking them.

"Mmm, Brother Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan's nipples seemed stimulated by the pleasure brought by my warm tongue; her upper body arched, and she murmured softly.

Finally, for the first time since marrying Ning Hui, I had suckled another woman's nipple.

I trembled with excitement. I admitted this was sexual bliss; wielding the sword of my wife's permission, I could openly and shamelessly be so promiscuous with another woman. What more could I ask for in life?

Wife, I love you, Luo Xiaoyan, I love you, women, I love you all!

I endlessly caressed these two flower buds, which I had searched countless times in my dreams for the golden-inlaid jade desert. In my mouth, they were like delicate, dewy cherries, so tender and perfect that I was afraid of damaging them. My lips lingered, reluctant to leave, savoring the heavenly sensation of such deliciousness on my tongue.

Luo Xiaoyan's hands were now completely out of control, guarding the secret gate between her legs. My hands met hers there. As someone who is obsessed with pubic hair, I couldn't resist the beautiful, alluring sight of Luo Xiaoyan's triangle so close to me.

My fingers began to entwine her pubic hair, fluttering like butterflies in the grass.

"Mmm... Brother Nan, Brother Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan's moans became more rapid.

What was inside that beautiful grass? My fingers continued to explore deeper, bypassing Luo Xiaoyan's protective grip. The further I went, the cooler the air seemed to grow, yet that coolness only fueled a burning excitement throughout my body. Finally, my hand touched a wet patch, starting as a fine, delicate drop, then a gushing spring. What

Luo Xiaoyan had been so desperately trying to hide was the already glistening petals beneath her pubic hair.

"Oh—"

I let out a long, wolfish sigh, quickly parting Luo Xiaoyan's legs and burying my face in her mouth, ready to savor the even more exquisite taste there.

Luo Xiaoyan, who had kept her eyes closed, suddenly realized I was about to lick her genitals. She quickly sat up, cupping my face in her hands, her expression panicked. "No, Brother Nan, no…"

"What's wrong?"

"It's dirty,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured.

I thought it was just the naivety of a young girl, that she didn't understand that there were no taboos about sex between two people, that she didn't know the exquisite sensation of her tongue dancing over the most intimate parts of a woman's body.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I'll make you happy. That's actually the cleanest place a woman can be."

I tried to persuade Luo Xiaoyan.

"No, no, Brother Nan."

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head, then looked at me with pleading eyes.

I felt a pang of pity; perhaps the young girl really wasn't used to this method yet. I thought for a moment and didn't insist, but simply took Luo Xiaoyan's hand and guided it to my lower body.

Luo Xiaoyan didn't refuse; her fingers obediently followed my guidance, circling around my rock-hard penis. I closed my eyes, and the image that appeared in my mind was Luo Xiaoyan's slender fingers circling the stem of a wine glass. It turned out that I found that image so sexy because subconsciously, I had always regarded that wine glass as my penis.

"Ugh—"

Luo Xiaoyan let out a long sigh as soon as her fingers touched my rock-hard erection. In the sigh, I felt a pulling force in her hand holding my penis.

"Xiaoyan, it, it's become disobedient because you're too beautiful. Look, it's so hard."

A shy blush spread across Luo Xiaoyan's face. Then she slowly lay down, her hand never letting go of my burning hot penis.

"Brother Nan, Brother Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan softly called out to me... Her lower abdomen tightened, her legs seemed to open slightly, the fine pubic hair like blooming moss.

I gazed at the vulva that was faintly visible between Luo Xiaoyan's legs. People say that a woman's labia are as beautiful as her lips, and this was perfectly proven in Luo Xiaoyan.

The two petals were symmetrical and even, the clitoris like a red bean coated with sugar, its color a deep crimson, the lines of the labia full yet delicate, the alluring glow emanating from the moist, fragrant bodily fluids.

I really wanted to lower my face and drink deeply of the delicate, moist, and alluring scent of Luo Xiaoyan's crotch, still brimming with the girlish charm of a young girl. But I was afraid that Luo Xiaoyan's earlier refusal would lead to other unexpected complications, and tonight would truly be a disaster.

Since my tongue couldn't savor the deliciousness of Luo Xiaoyan's crotch for the time being, I'd switch to my impatient, hungry husband, Xiao Ning. My little brother had been really pent up for a while with me. Luo Xiaoyan's slender fingers couldn't fully grasp it; the thick head of my penis stood erect and hard between her fingers!

I let my hand hold Luo Xiaoyan's vulva, letting her fingers feel my erection more, and slowly guiding it to the deepest, most beautiful crevice between Luo Xiaoyan's legs.

The moment my hard penis touched the edge of Luo Xiaoyan's lower lips, "Ah—"

Luo Xiaoyan couldn't help but part her fragrant lips slightly, letting out a sigh as beautiful as heaven.

That sigh encouraged me to continue. I used the rounded head of my penis to rub back and forth along Luo Xiaoyan's smooth lips for a while, then slid upwards until it stopped at that luscious red bud, and then gently rubbed against it, beginning a pleasurable grinding motion.

Just like the deep, soul-stirring kiss I had just shared with Luo Xiaoyan, the exchange of lips and saliva, now the source of pleasure in my body and Luo Xiaoyan's body were intertwined with each other, exchanging bodily fluids, whispering secrets to each other in a way that was mutually pleasurable, tenderly relying on one another.

Luo Xiaoyan's body had begun to radiate heat from the inside out, and beads of sweat dripped from her alabaster skin.

"Brother Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan had been suppressing her cries all night, using only sighs and empty words like "Brother Nan." Finally, I heard a deeply affectionate call, "Give it to me, take me. Brother Nan, I love you, I love you!"

I could no longer resist pacing my penis around the entrance. I accurately found the hidden entrance and slowly rubbed my penis against the opening. I knew how important gentleness was to the vagina of a woman about to have her first penetration. This would be an entrance to her heart.

After I thought Luo Xiaoyan had adapted to my weight and height, I closed my eyes, thrust my hips forward, and entered almost without resistance.

Let me tell you a secret: Luo Xiaoyan's vaginal walls tightly enveloped my penis, even tighter than Ning Hui's, especially after her vagina had experienced Mr. Wang's large and powerful member.

I could almost hear the "whoosh" sound as it went in, and Luo Xiaoyan's brows furrowed, her lips bitten, her body reacting strongly.

"What? Does it hurt?"

I asked carefully, stopping my thrusting.

"No...it doesn't hurt."

Luo Xiaoyan finally opened her eyes and looked at me. Even with my penis filling her lower body, her eyes still held a sorrowful look, accompanied by heartbreaking murmurs: "Thank you, Brother Nan, for finally...finally getting you. I love you!"

Then I saw two clear tears slide down Luo Xiaoyan's cheeks... Chapter 42: My Wife's Jealousy
I wasn't sure if Luo Xiaoyan's tears were from the pain of losing her virginity. If they were—this thought immediately terrified my usually rock-hard husband, Ning, almost causing him to collapse into the gentle embrace of Luo Xiaoyan. Milan. Kundera said there is an unbearable lightness of being, but Ning felt that if the goal was to pick up girls but ended up with a virgin, that would be the unbearable weight of being. Thankfully, Luo Xiaoyan's lower body was moist. When I tried to fully engage my penis, bearing my entire weight, and thrust into Luo Xiaoyan's tender flesh, Luo Xiaoyan's body gripped me tightly. A clear, euphoric moan escaped her throat, becoming a series of melodious, drawn-out sound waves in the air. While I wouldn't claim to have been with countless women, my existing experience with women in bed told me this wasn't the reaction a virgin should have. And what kind of man had ever conquered and cultivated such a beautiful body? To put it another way, besides Ning Zhufu, what other man would be worthy of such a proud woman like Luo Xiaoyan opening her legs for him? Could this beautiful body also ignite such pleasurable passion under other men? This thought sent a shiver down my spine, and Ning Zhufu, who had almost gone limp just moments before, suddenly stood erect again inside Luo Xiaoyan's vagina, like he'd been injected with adrenaline. Just then, a salty tear slipped from my mouth as I greedily kissed and sucked on Luo Xiaoyan's fragrant lips. It was, of course, Luo Xiaoyan's tear, a tear brimming with a girl's clear, deep affection, as profound as the sea. This tear made me suddenly feel ashamed of my earlier thoughts. You cuckolded Ning, if you're going to be cuckolded, be cuckolded to your own wife! Why are you cuckolding a young girl? Guiltyly, I lovingly moved my lips to Luo Xiaoyan's eyes and face, wanting to suck all those affectionate tears into my own mouth, to let them dissolve within me, to let that deep affection fill my heart through each drop of fragrant tears. Then a comical situation arose: when I kissed Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, my penis would slip out, unable to maintain a normal insertion and withdrawal position. When I tried to put it back into Luo Xiaoyan's vagina, my mouth couldn't reach her eyes and face, and even if Luo Xiaoyan didn't slightly lean forward to meet my touch, I couldn't kiss her lips at all. A simple physical principle was at work: because I'm not as tall as Luo Xiaoyan? — Tonight, I've truly lost my virginity, making love for the first time in history with a woman taller than me! Luo Xiaoyan and I were naked, I lay on top of her beautiful, long, and shapely body, our genitals intertwined like a grasshopper on a vine. Making love with a woman you can only look up to, both physically and psychologically, is incredibly stimulating, especially when I draped Luo Xiaoyan's long, beautiful legs, which made up more than half her height, over my shoulders. Those legs wrapped around my neck like eight claws, with half of her calves swaying in the air with the rhythm of our thrusts—this position made Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful mons pubis stand out before my eyes, and with each thrust, I could see the base of my penis entering and exiting Luo Xiaoyan's wet vagina. The soft, downy hair between Luo Xiaoyan's legs presented a pleasing inverted triangle shape, and each touch of my pubic hair brought a thrilling sensation. I loved the texture of the intertwined hair. For Ning Zhufu, a pubic hair enthusiast who would rather die than be without pubic hair, this intimate contact between the most private parts of a man and woman, coupled with the feeling of being tightly enveloped by her warm, moist vaginal muscles, instantly transported me to paradise. Luo Xiaoyan's legs were draped over my shoulders, her mons pubis wide open. This exceptionally fiery and sexy move made Luo Xiaoyan blush and feel a little shy. In her slight panic, she still had to endure Ning Zhufu's uncontrollable thrusts. When sex brings a woman both shyness and pleasure, it is usually at this moment that a woman is most beautiful. Just like Luo Xiaoyan at this moment, she was the most beautiful Luo Xiaoyan. Ning Zhufu's experience with Ning Hui, his practice of having sex with his wife, made him realize that no psychological stimulation could compare to having his wife with another man. Now, his pleasure with Luo Xiaoyan made him realize that there was another kind of stimulation that could rival it: inserting his penis into a woman he considered beautiful and noble, a woman he could only look up to, and making her desire rise and experience waves of pleasure. "Brother Nan, I love you! Ah...ah...Nan...Nan..." Luo Xiaoyan's moans gradually grew stronger, and she began to omit the word "Brother" after "Brother Nan," a signal that Luo Xiaoyan was expressing more intimacy. Before, apart from Ning Hui, no other woman had ever called him that. This made Ning Zhufu feel extremely satisfied, instantly filled with a false sense of pride, yet also with an indescribable heaviness, the source of which he didn't know.

My mind was a jumbled mess. The physical experience with Luo Xiaoyan was new; the intensity and pleasure of the physical and mental impact even rivaled that of my time with Ning Hui. The difference was that when Ning Hui told me she loved me and was prepared to marry me, the same words from Luo Xiaoyan felt like an unbearable gift. I felt only guilt and panic.

Luo Xiaoyan murmured beneath me, and I could only respond with even more urgent thrusts.

I couldn't possibly have sex with a beautiful woman while contemplating life; my heart had never been strong enough for that.

Since taking my wife's surname and marrying Ning Hui, I hadn't slept with any other woman. Now, suddenly, the woman beneath me had switched roles, and this disorienting, dreamlike feeling was hard to shake off. I was clearly penetrating Luo Xiaoyan, yet at one moment I felt like I was penetrating Ning Hui. Then Luo Xiaoyan's distinct physical characteristics, her breath, the feel of her skin, and the different ways her vagina gripped my penis brought me back to a reality I couldn't believe was real.

There's a widely circulated, absurd, and crude saying that all women are the same with the lights off. But the beauty of sex with different women lies in that harmony within diversity. The vagina, with its identical physiological structure, takes on different souls and emotions depending on the woman. The essence of sexual beauty lies in the different sensations experienced, the very source of men's enduring attraction to women throughout history, their willingness to die for them.

Conversely, for women, experiencing different penises, different entry methods, different angles and hardness of penetration, varying pace and intensity, gentleness and fierceness, reaching climax under different penises—isn't this a deeply hidden desire within a woman's heart?

I was captivated by the dreamlike sensation of being with Ning Hui one moment and Luo Xiaoyan the next. The different experiences Luo Xiaoyan gave me, from the mind to the body, left me mesmerized.

I admit I am merely a man with a lustful nature; I am not a god.

All of this seemed so wonderful, gradually bringing me to the brink of climax. Several times, if I hadn't desperately tried to control myself, I, the "Little Ning," would have already surrendered in Luo Xiaoyan's dreamlike, gentle embrace.

This back-and-forth struggle at the point of ejaculation stemmed from two things: firstly, my greed for Luo Xiaoyan's exquisite body; I wanted to linger on her for just a little longer, a second longer, hoping her climax would come with me. I loved that feeling of a woman reaching the peak with me. Secondly, I had an unspeakable dilemma—where should I ejaculate? Ning Hui's three rules from our agreement were still ringing in my ears, the third being: use a condom!

Right now, I was operating without a condom in Xiaoyan's honeypot.

No, I misspoke.

What to do? I don't contemplate life while making love, but now I was caught in a situation where I was making love while simultaneously contemplating where to ejaculate. I couldn't very well pull out my penis in the heat of the moment and ask the girl, "Baby, where should I cum?"

I never expected this lovemaking to start so complicated and fraught with difficulty.

Luo Xiaoyan's closed eyes were now open, looking at me, her cheeks flushed, her legs wrapped around me noticeably tighter. Judging from Luo Xiaoyan's physical reactions and the strength of her moans earlier, if I added a little more force at the climax, Luo Xiaoyan would reach orgasm. My back-and-forth made Luo Xiaoyan's body even more anxious and eager.

It also made her sense my hesitation, because her gaze was now clear and transparent, as if she could see through my inner thoughts, unlike Ning Hui, whose eyes became more hazy the more she enjoyed sex.

"Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, "If... I don't want it inside..."

She didn't finish the sentence, but I understood what she meant. This touched me deeply; what an understanding girl.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, I felt my energy replenished. Xiao Ning, the cook, thrust forward with renewed vigor, enveloped in her warm, slippery embrace, launching another all-out assault.

"Slap, slap, slap

," the rapid sounds of flesh colliding echoed between my body and Luo Xiaoyan's. The lubrication beneath her was such that each thrust reached the very tip of her vagina. Each deep thrust brought not only spasms to Luo Xiaoyan's body, but also revealed every subtle reaction of her body to me. Especially her firm breasts, which swayed beautifully in the air with each thrust.

My thrusts gradually increased in speed, filled with a tender reverence, for I had always imagined myself thrusting into a goddess. But Luo Xiaoyan's body reacted more intensely, writhing beneath me even more violently.

Luo Xiaoyan seemed unfamiliar with this bodily reaction, perhaps not expecting her body to produce such intense sensations. Her moans became erratic, her expression shy yet strained, as if unable to handle the sudden surge of pleasure.

"Mmm...mmm...oh..."

Luo Xiaoyan's moans were as elegant as her usual posture, each word crisp and connected, the tone changing with the rhythm of my thrusts.

At this moment, I felt that Xiao Ning, the cook, was already brimming with semen. I had to make such a choice, a choice between emotion and reason, under such a special situation. I couldn't bear to pull out at this moment; the impact on pleasure was secondary. I didn't know how much pulling out would cause Luo Xiaoyan the same kind of harm that led her to flee as before.

"Mmmmmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan suddenly frowned, her breath held, her lips slightly parted, her lower body pressing tightly against me, "Old..."

Luo Xiaoyan's climax suddenly arrived at this moment, the "old" lingering in the air, but the second word never followed.

I knew that these two words together meant husband!

I knew I could no longer escape. I knew that if I pulled my penis out now, I wouldn't be Luo Xiaoyan's husband anymore, and I wouldn't be a male prostitute either.

"Whoosh!" I thrust my hips against Luo Xiaoyan's clinging mons pubis, and my semen finally sprayed out like a shower of flowers into the most secret part of Luo Xiaoyan's body.

"I love you! At this moment, I'm so happy!"

Luo Xiaoyan whispered in my ear amidst the ultimate pleasure...

But I dared not respond with the same words. On one hand, I felt that love was a word that needed to be expressed, and I seemed unable to face Luo Xiaoyan in this way. On the other hand, I firmly believed that my love still belonged entirely to Ning Hui.

Even though I admit, I really, really love this beautiful swallow beneath me, who is now completely and wholeheartedly enjoying herself. This swallow magically combines purity, elegance, and aloofness. Now, because of some inexplicable blessing and sheer luck, I am experiencing this swallow's captivating and tender charm in bed.

As the pleasure from our previous climax gradually subsided due to physiological rhythms, I continued to caress and kiss Luo Xiaoyan with a necessary gentleness. At this moment, Luo Xiaoyan's response suddenly became indifferent. Her hands tightly gripped the sheets, covering her chest. When I leaned down to lick her bare breasts again, Luo Xiaoyan shook her head with a faint smile.

I noticed the tear tracks on her eyes were still wet.

"Sister-in-law... are you still home?"

Luo Xiaoyan reached out and gently, lovingly, stroked my cheek. "It's getting late, shall we go home?"

I didn't know how to answer for a moment; a thousand thoughts swirled into a speechless silence. I could only take Luo Xiaoyan's fingers that were cupping my cheek and put them in my mouth, letting out a muffled "Mmm. "

I immediately understood that Luo Xiaoyan's sudden indifferent response was a way of telling me to leave. This girl was young, but she seemed to possess an astonishing understanding and maturity; she knew I was a man who had to go home that night.

This was the gentlest dismissal I had ever received in my life, leaving me with a sense of pity and gratitude.

When I left Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, my body felt light, but my thoughts were heavy.

Luo Xiaoyan's scent lingered in my senses from that unforgettable intimacy, sweet yet melancholic.

But at the same time, another person was on my mind—most men think of other women while having sex with their wives, but Ning Zhufu wasn't an ordinary man. When he was in bed with another woman, his mind kept thinking about his wife.

Ning Hui hadn't contacted me since that text message I received while Luo Xiaoyan and I were having supper. My heart pounded. I was no longer a pure man. My penis was carrying another woman's fluids when I came home. Would Ning Hui turn me away, or kick me off the bed?

I gently turned the key and opened the door. The scene before me startled me: Ning Hui's upper body was slumped on the living room sofa, her hair disheveled, clearly from a shower and hadn't combed. Her pajamas were rumpled, her eyes were glazed, and the room was dark and gloomy. Sunflower seed shells were scattered all over the coffee table in front of her. Ning Hui held the TV remote blankly in her hand. A ghost movie, the kind perfect for a midnight showing, was playing

on the screen—I couldn't even remember the title. Goodness, it's almost one o'clock! My wife's appearance and posture made me wonder if the movie had somehow spilled off the TV screen.

I was terrified and quickly pulled Ning Hui up from the sofa, holding her in my arms. "What's wrong, honey?"

Ning Hui's expression and body were stiff. She squirmed in my arms for a moment, then looked at me with a strange, knowing gaze. "Really with her?"

I smiled awkwardly and nodded half-heartedly.

But Ning Hui immediately turned her head to the side, biting her lip.

I thought, "Oh no." Ning Hui biting her lip was either a sign of being coquettish or a serious expression of anger—this was clearly the latter.

I quickly leaned in to kiss her cheek to comfort her.

But instead of kissing her cheek, I kissed the remote. Ning Hui picked up the remote and placed it between my lips and her face.

Then, with a "snap," she turned off the TV, not even glancing at me, and walked barefoot towards the bedroom. Before I could react, I heard another "snap."

This time it was the sound of the door closing; Ning Hui went into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. I rushed over and found the bedroom door locked from the inside.

"Knock, knock, knock,"

I gently knocked on the door, "Wife, open the door!"

Despite my thousand calls, there was no answer from inside. I picked up the phone and dialed Ning Hui's cell phone, but it was slammed down again.

I quickly sent a text message, saying, "Wife, where am I supposed to sleep tonight?

" This time, Ning Hui replied, and it made my stomach hurt. I didn't know if it hurt from anger or laughter: "Hmph, go sleep with your Little Swallow!"

Sigh, so my wife was jealous.

I like sour food; I can eat dumplings with pure vinegar like a northerner. Now I realize that no amount of vinegar can compare to a woman's jealousy. You can break any vinegar jar, but never break a woman's.

Out of options, after struggling for a while, I had no choice but to make do on the sofa.

I'll deal with it tomorrow when I'm calmer. It seems that for women, a shake of the head doesn't count, and you shouldn't believe that a nod counts either. I finally drifted off to sleep, and after what

seemed like an eternity, I suddenly heard a soft, whimpering sound beside me. I recognized that sound instantly; Ning Hui had quietly slipped out of the bedroom and was now sobbing beside me, her eyes dark-rimmed, her hair still disheveled, a cascade of long hair falling across my chest.

A classic ghost look, except this ghost was incredibly beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous, comparable to the legendary Xiaoqian played by Xianxian.

A wave of tenderness washed over me, and I pulled Ning Hui into a tight embrace. "Wife..."

Ning Hui, seeing me awake, snuggled into my arms, sobbing even harder. "Husband...husband really did have sex with another woman..."

Seeing this, I immediately used all my skills to comfort Ning Hui. "Yes, yes, I was wrong. I wasn't strong enough to resist the temptation of women. I was wrong, I apologize, wife!"

"Hmph, you men are all lustful..."

"But wife, you've always been the leader at Ning Mansion, and I have to obey your orders unconditionally. Didn't you tell me to go?"

I grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hmph, you go just because I tell you to?"

Ning Hui looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears, her arched eyebrows revealing a hint of arrogance.

Here we go again. I've seen women throw tantrums before, but never one this fierce: "Alright, alright, silly wife, how could your husband not want you? Your husband wants you not only in this life, but also in the next life, and the life after that."

"Waaah... You swear!"

"I swear!"

I raised my hand in a swearing gesture.

"Kiss me,"

Ning Hui's sobs finally began to subside, gradually fading away. She pouted, her lips still glistening with tears, wanting me to express my resolve.

I leaned over, but Ning Hui turned her head away: "Hmph, go take a shower! I don't want to smell her scent on you."

Sigh, I've truly experienced this woman's jealousy tonight. I thought getting my wife's permission to have sex with other women would be the end of it, but judging by her current antics, it seems like a long and arduous road ahead.

I quickly went to the bathroom and showered as fast as I could. When I came out, I saw Ning Hui already fast asleep on the sofa, soft snoring, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes.

I gazed at Ning Hui's beautiful sleeping face, a surge of love welling up inside me. I understood that tonight, Ning Hui had shown me a woman's boundless love in a particularly adorable, feminine way.

I leaned down and gave her the kiss I'd given her earlier in a declaration of love: "I swear, I will love you forever, my wife!"

The next few days, Ning Hui was incredibly busy with work due to her leave, coming home very late each day. I asked Zeng Shuai if he'd made plans with her these past few days, and Ning Hui said he'd made plans every day but she was too busy to go.

I also kept in touch with Luo Xiaoyan, exchanging greetings from time to time. Although our intimacy had deepened, and she sometimes addressed me as "Nan" in her texts, and sometimes as "Brother Nan," I sensed she was suppressing something. Before I

knew it, it was the weekend again.

I was waiting for Ning Hui to come home. We had planned to go out for dinner and then see a movie to relax.

Just before I was about to leave work, Ning Hui texted me: "Honey, he asked me out again. He's even come to the company to wait for me now. It's so annoying, what should I do?"

"Hehehe, go ahead, darling. It's been several days already. Who told you to let him have his way with you? This guy must be going crazy, missing you terribly."

"But we agreed to watch a movie tonight!"

"We're an old married couple, why can't we watch a movie together?"

"Okay, I'm going then. Sorry, honey, how about you ask your little swallow to come with you to the movie?"

My wife is a jealous woman, but she's so understanding in crucial moments.

"Hmph, I don't dare. I'm afraid I won't be able to get into the bedroom when I get back."

I teased my wife on purpose.

"Hehehe, I won't go, honey. I promise, you'll always be my husband."

The text message warmed my heart. The scene before me seemed strange; this couple was simultaneously flaunting their affection and arranging dates for each other's lovers.

Unfortunately, Ning Hui really did go on a date with her boyfriend, while I couldn't reach my Xiao Yanzi anywhere. She didn't reply to my texts, and my calls kept saying she was out of service.

Oh well, I'll just masturbate myself. I actually quite enjoy imagining my wife masturbating under another man.

Just after dusk, before nightfall, Ning Hui texted again: "Honey, he asked if I could stay with him tonight."

"What do you mean? You mean you won't be home tonight?"

"That's it. His company is sending him abroad for further training next week, maybe for a month or two. He said he wants me to be with him tonight."

"Hehehe, you've spent the night with him before, don't you want to go?"

"I'll listen to you, honey. If you tell me to go, I'll go."

"Hehehe, you've been so busy these past few days, we haven't had a proper lovemaking session yet. Let him treat you tonight."

"You naughty husband, I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"He's too amazing, he said..."

"Said what?"

"He said he wants me all night."

"Hahahaha, with his young body, I believe he can do it. Are you excited when he said that?"

"A little, honey."

"Then go! What are you waiting for!"

"Thank you, honey. Kisses and love you!"

...

I knew Zeng Shuai had rented a room by himself. Right now, I really wanted to be a ceiling above that bedroom so I could see for myself how this guy slept

with my wife all night. Then I entered that familiar, exhilarating yet bittersweet mode of my wife being on a date while I was alone in the house. I had no choice but to turn on my computer and log onto QQ to kill some time.

Haha, I didn't expect Zeng Meimei to be online.

Just as I was about to greet her, her message came through first: "I had dinner with Ning Hui tonight."

"Huh? Didn't she go on a date with her boyfriend tonight?"

"Oh, I was there when they ate. The three of us ate together, and then they went back to their place up north."

"Oh."

"Hehehe, what's it like to be alone in the house while your wife is on a date? Excited yet bittersweet, isn't it?"

Zeng Meimei's words had a teasing tone.

"Hehehe, how do you know so much?"

"I understand you cuckolds better than Ning Hui. Hey, want to hear something hot? About your wife just now!"

"What? I want to hear it!"

"Get some tissues ready to wipe your nosebleed!"

"Hurry up! Tell me about Master Zeng."

"What's in it for me if I tell you?"

Anything is fine, I'd even offer myself—that's what I was thinking, but I didn't dare say it out loud.

"Anything's fine with me! I'll treat you to dinner at Tian Tian Seafood City!"

"Haha, okay. Just now, while we were eating, your wife and Beifang were sitting across from me, acting like a lovey-dovey couple."

"Oh, how were they being affectionate?"

"They acted like I wasn't there. Beifang was feeding your wife with his mouth."

"How did they do that? There were a lot of people around when we were eating?"

"We were in a booth, the lighting was dim, so it wasn't very noticeable from the outside. I just came back from the restroom and heard your wife say she was thirsty. Guess what? Beifang put a mouthful of orange juice in his mouth and pressed it against Ning Hui's lips. I was standing there watching them, and wow, they were so sickeningly sweet."

"When they were feeding each other, their lips touched?"

"Of course, how else would they feed each other? I even saw Ning Hui stick her tongue out of Beifang's mouth!"

"Huh?"

"Some orange juice dripped from Ning Hui's mouth, and then they started French kissing."

"Ahhh, I can't take it. "

"I knew you couldn't take it, that's why I told you to get some tissues."

"I really can't take it, I want to see it with my own eyes!"

"Hehehe, there's something even more outrageous."

"Ahhh, tell me!"

"Later, during dinner, I saw Beifang's hand under the table the whole time. A little while later, Ning Hui's face turned red and white. At first, she reached under the table as if trying to push Beifang's hand away, but then I only saw her body swaying slightly."

"You mean?"

"Yes, Beifang's hand was touching your wife's private parts."

"Wow, while eating... for a long time?"

"It was basically like that throughout the meal. Ning Hui didn't dare say much; when she did, I noticed her breathing was unsteady. Hehehe, your wife knows how to enjoy herself."

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Later, Ning Hui went to the restroom, probably to tidy herself up. I followed her and asked her what she was doing. Ning Hui replied, 'You even saw a dead person?' I said, 'Of course!' I asked her if she had an orgasm. Guess what your wife said?" "

What did she say?"

"She said yes!"

Oh—I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh. I couldn't believe Zeng Meimei's account was true. What a hot and erotic scene it was! Ning Hui, my dear and lovely wife, actually enjoyed an orgasm in public under another man's fingertips.

"I really can't take it!"

"How can you not take it?"

"I..."

"Hehehe, they've been back in the northern room for a long time now. Maybe your wife is really enjoying another orgasm under him! My brother's body is amazing!"

"Master Zeng, I... I really can't take it!"

"Hehe, I know you can't take it. What do you want to do most right now?"

"I want to be the ceiling of the northern room's bedroom. I... I want to watch them do it!"

"Hehehe, just like my husband. He always says he wants to see me have sex with other men!"

"Your husband?"

"Yes, my fiancé and I have already registered our marriage."

"Oh."

"Tell me, is there something else you want to do right now?"

"What?"

"Your dick is hard, and you really want to cum

, right?" "Okay, you win. Yes! Yes, I'm fucking hard, and I really want to cum!"

"Turn on the video!"

"What?"

"Turn on the video! Let me see!"

"See what?"

"See how hard your dick is!"

Ah! Damn, this Master Zeng is too hot. Before I could even catch my breath or think about what was happening, her video request came through.

I was momentarily at a loss, hesitated slightly, then, drawn by a mysterious force, I pressed the receive signal, adjusted the camera to point directly at my crotch, and then pulled out my already erect penis and pointed it at the camera.

"Mmm, your cock is so hard and beautiful. Ning Hui is so lucky to enjoy it! No wonder she loves you so much!"

"Oh!"

"Do you really want to cum?"

"Yes!"

I grabbed my own cock and started stroking it.

After a while, Zeng Meimei sent me a message with bright red lips, "Cum, cum in this mouth!"

Chapter 43: Zeng Meimei's Wedding

The reason for my first time masturbating is really embarrassing. I can't remember which grade of junior high school it was. That summer, the sun was particularly hot, and my delicate glans was also affected, developing some prickly heat-like things, commonly known as skin allergies, which were incredibly itchy and uncomfortable. Driven by the instinct to relieve the itch, I couldn't help but reach out and scratch. Unexpectedly, instead of stopping the prickly heat, I scratched out another strange kind of itch. My young mind and body couldn't withstand such an unprecedented, thunderous shock. My first erection and ejaculation were thus surrendered to my own fingers amidst the prickly heat on my glans.

Alas, my masturbation youth.

Alas, the unforgettable prickly heat itch on my glans, you are the sacrificial offering of my youth that marked the beginning of my masturbation career.

I can't remember how many times I've masturbated in my life, but masturbating in front of a camera, under the gaze of a woman exuding lust on the other side of the screen, is a first.

I don't know why Zeng Meimei is tempting me, and I don't care if this is another test. Anyway, I've already gotten a license from my wife to be a pervert with women, and now I've encountered such a slutty female pervert. I not only want to masturbate, but I also want to use my penis to penetrate this Zeng female pervert's cunt!

Who told that little scoundrel surnamed Zeng to be using a pipe to penetrate my wife's vagina right now?

My hand was stroking faster and faster, and the head of my penis started to froth, making a squelching sound. Looking at those scarlet lips on the screen, I immediately pictured Zeng Meimei's lips as she ate a hairy crab, imagining them moving closer to my penis and then opening...

Suddenly, a scarlet mouth really did open on the computer screen—and then a lively and nimble tongue emerged from the mouth, curling around the edges, making a sucking and wrapping motion.

Damn it, this time it wasn't an animation, it was real!

It turned out that Zeng Meimei had opened her mouth and put it close to her webcam; from her angle, it was as if she had opened her lips and placed them directly on my throbbing, erect penis.

My computer screen was immediately filled with Zeng Meimei's spittle-covered lips. Those lips were thick, round, and full, half-open, a gesture of wanting to lick and suck, exuding a bewitching allure. That allure seemed to possess a black hole-like power, as if it wanted to suck my penis and my entire body into it.

Then a line of text appeared: "Come on, come and shoot into my mouth. Do you like this mouth? Try shooting inside it and see how comfortable it is!"

At that moment, my hand was busy masturbating, so I couldn't type. I just held the head of my penis and nodded towards the camera—since it was all a nod anyway, I might as well nod my little head—to show how much I liked that mouth! Actually, I didn't dare say that the first time I saw Zeng Meimei nibbling on the lips of a hairy crab, I already imagined that crab as my penis.

The shrewd Zeng Meimei understood what I meant by nodding with my penis: "Hehehe, if you like it, come on, I'll give you the gentlest caress with my mouth. Just shoot all your semen into my mouth, I'll lick it all clean and swallow it! Come on! Come on!"

Zeng Meimei's fragrant tongue began to dance and twitch in front of the camera, simulating sucking and swallowing...

Damn it, what am I waiting for when I encounter such a lewd female hooligan? Okay, I'll give in to you today, and let you taste what it's like to lick my cock. So I suddenly sped up the pace, shoved my penis into Zeng Meimei's mouth in front of the camera and started stroking wildly, starting a countdown in my mind, predicting that the rocket would launch in a minute.

Unexpectedly, less than half a minute later, Zeng Meimei typed another line of text: "Think about it, maybe right now my brother is bringing Ning Hui to orgasm, letting her enjoy the feeling of being in ecstasy, and then he pulls his penis out of your wife's vagina and puts it in her mouth, and then shoots all of it inside... So, you should also shoot hard in my mouth, my brother is fucking your wife, so you should shoot hard in his sister!"

Oh my god!

"Oh...wife...wife...is being fucked, sucking a man's ejaculating cock..."

My mind was a blur, filled with the image of Ning Hui's mouth filled with a huge cock, the cock thrusting and thrashing violently inside her, and then I saw a thick, milky-white stream of semen flowing from the corner of her mouth...

I never imagined Zeng Meimei knew so much about the timing of ejaculation when a cuckold masturbates—the words Zeng Meimei typed on QQ were truly hitting and teasing the heart and nerves of the cuckold. What could be more stimulating for a hardcore cuckold like Ning Hui?

I could no longer hold back my climax. My cock hardened, and with a forceful thrust, semen gushed out, two drops flying far and landing right in Zeng Meimei's open mouth on the computer screen.

The next day, Ning Hui returned home close to noon. I busied myself at home for a while, preparing two of Ning Hui's favorite dishes to reward my wife for her "hard work" under her boyfriend all night.

Ning Hui looked a bit tired and didn't have much of an appetite, which excited every cell in my body. Could it be that she really had been "taken care of" by that guy all night?

Ning Hui was eating slowly and carefully when she suddenly reached for the cup next to her to drink some water. In a flash, I reached out and grabbed the cup before Ning Hui could, taking a sip myself. Without swallowing, I held the water in my mouth and, with lightning speed, pressed it against Ning Hui's lips.

"Mmm... what... what are you doing, husband?"

Ning Hui uttered incoherently as her mouth was suddenly covered.

"Cough cough..."

Ning Hui choked on the water, and as she spoke, the water kept dribbling out of her mouth.

"Familiar with this feeling, right?"

I said, still covering Ning Hui's mouth as I fed her the rest of the water.

"Familiar with what?"

Ning Hui finally understood what I was going to do, and gulped down the rest of the water from my mouth. "Familiar with what, honey?"

"Hahaha,"

I chuckled mischievously, quickly leaning close to Ning Hui. Before she could react, my hand was already reaching down to her lower body.

It was almost early summer, and the weather had been warm these past few days. Yesterday, Ning Hui was wearing a midi skirt that barely reached her knees—no wonder that guy got away with it so easily—she hadn't changed out of her skirt when she got home, which provided me with a perfect opportunity to recreate the scene of my wife being publicly fingered and brought to orgasm by her boyfriend yesterday.

My hand smoothly slipped under her skirt, stroking her smooth thighs to the juncture of her legs. My fingers, through her panties, felt Ning Hui's full and soft labia.

"Wh...what are you doing, honey?"

Ning Hui cried out in surprise at my sudden attack.

"Isn't this exciting?" I used a little force to rub back and forth in the crease between her labia.

"Did he do this to you at the restaurant yesterday? Like just now, feeding you water with his mouth, right?"

"Honey, how...how did you know?"

Ning Hui trembled, flustered.

"Hehehe, I'm 006, 007's brother. What wouldn't I know? Hmph, and he even made you orgasm, huh? You're so horny, honey."

"Ugh! It's that damn Mei Mei again..."

Ning Hui clamped my hand between her legs, her breathing becoming uneven.

I couldn't help but increase the pressure of my rubbing on the labia of Ning Hui's mons pubis. "Ah—"

Ning Hui suddenly frowned, letting out a muffled groan, then bit her lip, her expression showing pain. Her mons pubis, which I was pinching, instinctively recoiled.

"What's wrong, wife?"

I immediately stopped.

"Mmm…it hurts…"

Ning Hui whispered, the "it hurts" barely audible.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt, wife?"

My heart jumped into my throat with anxiety.

"No...nothing."

Ning Hui's face suddenly turned red, and she stammered, "Maybe..."

Looking at Ning Hui's flushed face, her shy and hesitant expression, I suddenly understood something: "Was it...did you really do it all night? Did your pussy hurt from being fucked by him?"

Ning Hui shook her head and snuggled into my arms, "I don't know...husband...anyway, we did it...for a long time! He...he's so amazing. He kept asking for more." Damn

, what kind of stunner did she meet? Her pussy hurt from being fucked by him—I felt a surge of blood rushing to my head, and without thinking, I leaned down towards Ning Hui's body, and before she could react, I pulled off her skirt and panties in one go—sure enough!

Ning Hui's mons pubis looked much redder than usual, and slightly swollen—I stared blankly, and suddenly felt a pang of heartache, thinking, how much intense impact must my wife's delicate pussy have to endure to be fucked like this?

The thought of my pussy being fucked so hard it hurts was incredibly obscene. It made me hot all over, my cock hard, and it seemed I wouldn't go soft without some way to cool down.

I gently touched the swollen area: "Does it hurt here?"

"Yes...husband."

Ning Hui blushed, instinctively closing her legs towards me. "Don't look, husband, I'm so embarrassed."

"Hehehe, looks like things got intense, wife!"

I quickly got up and pulled Ning Hui into my arms: "Quickly give me a detailed report, baby! How did he make your pussy so swollen?"

"Waaah..."

Ning Hui seemed to struggle in my arms, whimpering, "Husband, I'm still eating." We

couldn't eat in peace. Ning Hui and I quickly ate a few bites, and since it was lunchtime and we needed a nap, I happily pulled Ning Hui into my arms and rolled onto the bed.

My movements as I rolled Ning Hui onto the bed were rough in form but gentle in content. I especially avoided touching her genitals; her swollen vulva, ravaged by someone else's penis, looked incredibly lewd, making my own penis hard and engorged, but also causing me a pang of heartache.

"Honey, are you angry?"

Ning Hui spoke first.

"Angry about what?"

"My genitals, he's made them all swollen."

"Hahaha, I'm not angry. I feel sorry for her, but I also think it's fucking exciting. You're getting more and more lewd, wife."

"Mmm, it's all thanks to you, you taught me."

Ning Hui's seductive charm returned, her voice becoming sweet and cloying—she knew what her husband liked.

"Tell me, wife, were you doing it all night?"

I began my "interrogation" of Ning Hui after every encounter with another man, my lips pressed against hers.

"Mmm... well... I didn't sleep much,"

Ning Hui said, sticking her tongue into my mouth.

"How many times did it?"

"I can't remember, honey."

"How many times did you come?"

"I...I can't remember either, honey. Sometimes it's one very obvious and intense orgasm, sometimes it's one small orgasm after another, honey, I really can't count."

"So you mean he fucked you to countless orgasms!"

"Mmm...yes, honey. He really fucked me to multiple orgasms. You like me being fucked to multiple orgasms, don't you, honey?"

"Oh—"

My wife's provocative and lewd answer made my erect penis twitch.

Ning Hui had become increasingly adept at this question-and-answer session with me after each date with other men. Ning Hui knew exactly how to tickle her cuckolded husband's itch and make him happy.

Ning Hui completely understood that, according to her husband, the more lewd she acted, the happier he would be—isn't it a wife's responsibility to make the person she loves happy?

It seems that after being tempered by Mr. Wang's passion and desire, and after the warm-up trip to the North with Zeng Shuai, Ning Hui's charming and alluring style, combined with her pure and elegant demeanor, is now exuding an increasingly strong, captivating, and seductive beauty.

This is a woman I will forever be driven mad by!

"Yes, husband likes it! Likes you telling me that men make your cunt come to multiple orgasms."

Suddenly I paused, then remembered something, "Wife?"

"Hmm?"

"Last time when you went back to his hometown with him, you didn't do oral sex, what about last night?"

"Hmm, last night we used our mouths."

Wow, that bastard Zeng Meimei was right. Maybe when I was masturbating and ejaculating into Zeng Meimei's mouth on camera last night, her brother was doing the same thing to my wife, except he actually ejaculated into my wife's mouth!

"Does he lick your pussy or do you suck his cock?"

"Both, honey."

"Huh? Did he make you orgasm?"

"Yes, honey. He once licked for a full half hour without letting go, and I came so many times."

"Oh, did he make you orgasm with his mouth, darling?"

"So...so good."

Ning Hui's body shuddered as she answered, seemingly still savoring the feeling.

"When you climax, do you clamp your legs tightly around his face? Every time I lick you until you climax, your legs clamp so tightly I can't breathe, and you leak so much vaginal fluid."

"Yeah, I also hold his hair tightly. He told me..."

"Told you what?"

"Told me he likes to eat my vaginal fluid..."

"Oh—"

I groaned, deliberately asking, "What fluid?"

"Vaginal...vaginal fluid. He said he ate it all."

"Oh oh—"

My groans rose higher and higher. "So how did you suck his dick?"

"Well, promise my husband you won't be angry."

"What happened?"

"He..."

"What happened to him?"

"I let him...I let him ejaculate in my mouth."

Ah—I let out a long howl. Damn Zeng Meimei, are you some kind of fairy? How could you guess that!

"What? Shoot it in your...mouth? What...what's going on?"

I stammered, my voice trembling.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Zeng Meimei is getting married soon. She gave me the wedding invitation last night, in two weeks. Unfortunately, Beifang is abroad and can't attend his sister's wedding, so he said he didn't want to go this time. But this opportunity for him to study abroad is too important; it's related to his future career at the company. I said no, and he kept pestering me, saying I had to promise him one thing before he'd go."

"Promise to...go...blow in your mouth?"

I stammered.

"Does 'blow in' mean shooting in your mouth?"

Ning Hui asked innocently.

I chuckled, "Yeah!"

"Hehe, who invented that phrase? It's so vivid! Yes, honey, I agreed to let him... give me a blowjob."

Ning Hui used the word "blowjob" clearly to flatter me, then glanced at me, asking somewhat timidly, "Honey, will you be angry?"

"Hehehe,"

I chuckled, a mix of excitement and bitterness in my voice. This Zeng guy's status has risen too quickly! He's just a boyfriend, after all. I never enjoyed this kind of treatment when I was Ning Hui's boyfriend; I only got this kind of treatment after becoming her husband! "Your pussy's all swollen from his fucking, do you think your husband would care if he cums in your mouth?"

"You're so annoying! But don't worry, honey, I always use condoms down there. I won't let him cum inside, hehe. Honey, I'll be

a good boy, okay?" These words touched me deeply, but also sent a chill down my spine—that night with Luo Xiaoyan, I hadn't just ejaculated inside her without a condom. I was terrified that Ning Hui would veer off on a tangent like, "Hmph, tell me honestly, what happened with your Xiaoyan that night?"

Luckily, she didn't. But I felt a strong sense of guilt, remembering the robbery that happened because of the condom issue. I suddenly felt that Ning Hui's reaction back then might have been a bit excessive—I didn't dare imagine how Ning Hui would react if she knew I'd broken the three rules on my very first date.

Putting myself in her shoes, being a cuckolded husband isn't easy, but is being a cuckolded wife easy for her?

"Mmm, you'll always be my good wife."

Ning Hui was clearly exhausted, but she still tried her best to comply, stimulating my cuckolded nerves in ways I preferred.

I didn't want to continue "torturing" my wife like this, but I couldn't resist the intense hardness of my penis, so I took Ning Hui's hand and stroked it.

"Wow, so hard, husband."

Ning Hui smiled sweetly through her sleepy eyes. "I'm sorry, husband, I left you alone again last night. Did you do it alone again?"

"Mmm..."

I mumbled, this time a cold sweat really broke out on my back—what to do?

Damn it, this is hard to define. Does masturbating in front of a woman's open mouth in front of a camera count as doing it alone?

I thought intensely for a moment, then decided to be an honest lecher.

"Wife, I..."

I felt like my tongue was the heaviest part of my body right now. "Swear to Chairman Mao that you won't be angry if I tell you!"

"What's wrong, honey?"

I closed my eyes, damn it, I'm going all in. At worst, I'll stop being a lecherous man: "Wife, I don't know if I count as a person!"

"Huh?"

Ning Hui looked surprised.

Then I recounted my experience of masturbating and ejaculating in front of the camera last night, and then looked at Ning Hui with a timid and bewildered expression, muttering, "Wife, I was wrong."

"Wrong about what?"

"I shouldn't have... but this Zeng hero is too..."

I thought I was going to get another big outburst of jealousy from my wife, but Ning Hui looked at me carefully, blinked, and then bent down and opened her mouth to take my erect penis in.

Then, while gently and evenly sucking on my glans and shaft with her tongue, she murmured, "Poor husband, I'm sorry I made you do it yourself again. Were you thinking of saying that Zeng Daxia was too seductive, husband?"

At that moment, my penis and my whole body melted into Ning Hui's tongue as she licked my shaft.

It seems that my wife's gentleness has no limits. Just as I was preparing to fully enjoy the gentle caresses of Ning Hui's fragrant lips and soft tongue—the feeling of my penis being touched by a woman's small mouth was truly heaven and earth compared to masturbating—

I didn't expect Ning Hui to say something to my ear: "Husband, do you really want to be with her?"

"With whom?"

I instinctively asked back.

"Zeng Meimei."

Hearing this name come out of Ning Hui's mouth, the urethral opening of my penis loosened, and I felt a surge of intense pleasure inside. I was about to pull my penis out when I saw Ning Hui firmly grasp my penis with both hands, her lips tightening, and her fingers rapidly stroking my penis.

I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, and a gush of semen shot into Ning Hui's mouth.

Ning Hui continued to suck and tease me, letting my penis swirl wildly in her mouth with the semen, strands of thick semen constantly dribbling from the corners of her lips—my mind went blank for a moment, a fleeting illusion flashed through my mind—I felt like time had returned to last night, and my wife was happily licking a penis in the same way, only this penis wasn't mine.

This illusion kept my already ejaculated penis stimulating, causing waves of pleasure, and it remained hard for a long time.

A few days later, Zeng Shuai went abroad. My continued contact with Luo Xiaoyan finally got a reply; she texted to say that she was performing out of town again and wouldn't be back for a while, saying she missed me.

And Zeng Meimei's wedding took place as scheduled two weeks later.

I couldn't quite pinpoint the Zeng family's background. I'd heard that Zeng Meimei's maternal grandfather, the grandfather of my wife's boyfriend, was a major general in the Kuomintang. He followed Chiang Kai-shek to Taiwan in 1949 and was separated from the Zeng family for many years… Anyway, the Zeng family was considered a prominent family in this city. Her father was the head of a relevant municipal bureau. The wedding was held at the Xidi Hotel, and many prominent figures from both the political and business circles attended. The scale of the event made me feel ashamed when I thought about my own relatively decent wedding with Ning Hui.

Sigh, comparisons are odious.

Zeng Meimei thoughtfully arranged for me to sit at the head table, saying I was also a prominent figure in the local media, a self-proclaimed famous writer, but I firmly refused. I felt genuinely uncomfortable sitting with those bureaucrats and wealthy gentlemen.

Ning Hui and I found a quiet, secluded spot, hoping for some peace and quiet. However, as soon as we sat down, a middle-aged couple with northern accents warmly greeted Ning Hui.

"Ah, it's Uncle and Auntie?"

Ning Hui responded with the same enthusiasm, but her expression was quite surprised.

"Yes, alas, it's a pity that Beifang couldn't attend his sister's wedding because he was abroad. Otherwise, it would be so wonderful to meet you all here today. Thank you so much for last time. Beifang

's grandma talks about you every day now." The auntie that Ning Hui called "Auntie"—damn, isn't that Beifang's mother?—quickly came over and took Ning Hui's hand, looking like she really liked my wife.

When Ning Hui first greeted them, out of basic politeness, I stood up to greet them as they were elders—damn it, how was I supposed to know they were my wife's boyfriend's parents?

This situation presented Ning Hui with a comically awkward dilemma—how should she introduce her husband?

Ning Hui hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as if making a huge decision, before glancing at me as a gesture: "Oh, Uncle and Aunt, this... is my husband."

Immediately, their eyes changed; they looked at me warily, as if I had stolen something from them.

Damn it, don't they know this thing was originally mine?

Then I saw the disdain in their eyes, and I understood—it was contempt for a man who had been cuckolded—even if they knew Ning Hui had pretended to be Northern's girlfriend, Ning Hui had spent two nights out with Northern. You know what that means? These two experienced people certainly understood.

It also included the sense of superiority that came from my son sleeping with your wife.

Damn, this is too darkly humorous. I maintained a polite smile, but Ning Hui was clearly embarrassed; I saw her ears turn red.

"Hmm, it seems your future in-laws quite like you,"

I whispered in Ning Hui's ear after they left.

Ning Hui punched me: "Get lost! I'm so embarrassed, you're so annoying!"

No matter how glamorous the wedding is, the fixed procedures are still the same few. With the wedding emcee's extremely emotional rhetoric, the few procedures on stage were almost over.

When I entered, Zeng Meimei and her husband, the "sea turtle" I had met once, and the "green turtle" who supposedly shared my interests, were greeting guests outside. According to custom, the bride was supposed to light my cigarette, and at that moment, I muttered to Zeng Meimei, "Ha, you've finally met your match. You can't escape your striptease today."

"Hehehe,"

Zeng Meimei didn't say anything, just gave me a very seductive smile.

Next came the bride and groom's toasting ceremony at each table. After this long but necessary part, I was almost full and feeling a little tired when Zeng Meimei's text message arrived: "Didn't you want to see my performance? Second floor, private room, restroom. Remember to bring props."

"What props?"

"Bananas. Have you forgotten how your wife performed a striptease at her wedding?"

Huh? What's going on?

My blood boiled instantly. What was Zeng Meimei up to? Ning Hui wasn't around; she was being chattered away by one of Zeng Meimei's mutual classmates. After

a moment of struggle between going and not going, I finally grabbed a banana from the table and headed upstairs.

Guided by the waiter, I found the place. It was the restroom inside the private room, and thankfully, no one was around.

Just as I was cautiously looking around, before I could even see who it was, someone suddenly shoved me into the restroom from behind, and the door slammed shut!

Then a pungent fragrance and Zeng Meimei's familiar, sweet voice came from behind me: "Hehe, you've got guts. I thought you wouldn't dare come."

"What...why wouldn't I dare come?"

I barely dared to breathe.

I turned around and finally got a good look at today's bride, Zeng Meimei. Her snow-white wedding dress accentuated her equally snow-white D-cup breasts. This bridal makeup, which should have given a sense of purity, was worn by Zeng Meimei with an irresistible allure, a seductive charm that emanated from her very bones. Now, alone with such a dazzling bride in a cramped place called the restroom—how many ambiguous stories have taken place in restrooms, you know—while the grand wedding was still going on outside, I felt a sudden lack of oxygen to my brain, and my whole body almost trembled.

"Hehe, you actually brought bananas?"

"Didn't you say you wanted...props?" The spineless Ning, the cook, began to tremble.

"Idiot, I want the real prop!"

Zeng Meimei said, disregarding the possibility of soiling her snow-white wedding dress. Facing me, she half-squatted down, her face directly opposite my crotch.

Then, skillfully, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. Before I could react, already stunned, she opened her scarlet lips and took it into her mouth.

As Zeng Meimei took my penis into her mouth, I saw the diamond wedding ring on her finger, its carat weight unknown, shimmering. ( Chapter 44,

December 4th : A Different Kind of Threesome) It's said that dumplings are all about the filling and the thin skin; the object Zeng Meimei was using to hold my penis was a perfect example of East-West fusion. Her mouth was large and her lips thin, yet still full and fleshy. Westerners value size, and by size standards, Zeng Meimei's mouth perfectly matched their aesthetic tastes. But compared to those Western women, Zeng Meimei's lips were more delicate and rounded, possessing a unique charm characteristic of Eastern women. This really appeals to me. As for women, I know that Ning, besides being a pubic hair enthusiast, is also a Chinese woman enthusiast—on many occasions, he has openly declared that he only likes Chinese women. Of course, Ning's taste isn't entirely about showing off. Besides patriotism, I think another important reason is what people usually call sour grapes. This guy actually has no chance of getting his hands on those tall, muscular foreign women. Besides, you might think you're a masculine figure, but to them you're just a toothpick. You'd be too ashamed to even consider yourself worthy of their attention. But the characteristic of "large" was fully reflected in Zeng Meimei's body structure. Especially when I looked down at Zeng Meimei kneeling in front of me, enjoying the sensation of her giving me oral sex, and saw her two half-exposed D-cup breasts, my vision was immediately filled by their firm, rounded shape, as if about to burst through the thin, egg-like wedding dress. Coupled with my penis being enveloped in the bride's sweet, sticky mouth, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body, making my heart and knees tremble. I always knew that my endowment wasn't particularly large, but when I encountered such a large mouth, which was rare among Chinese women, the direct effect was that Zeng Meimei easily performed various deep throat movements on my penis, swallowing at various depths, and skillfully using the functions of her tongue to the fullest extent, licking, scraping, sucking, sipping, pinching, sweeping, and picking, giving every part of my penis a seamless and powerful coverage. Zeng Meimei's face, rounder than a pear and more delicate than an apple, was adorned with a pair of bright, large, fox-like eyes. The corners of her eyes would slant upwards when she opened them, creating a fox-like allure that would be irresistible. At this moment, Zeng Meimei had my penis in her mouth, glistening with her saliva, while her eyes, sparkling with an electric, seductive light, stared intently upwards at me. Only then did I understand that a truly great oral sex experience should be like this: besides a large, sexy mouth like Zeng Meimei's, there should also be a pair of fox-like eyes like hers, constantly engaging in a spiritual exchange with the recipient, offering a kind of erotic care. At first, I was a little embarrassed and avoided the topic, but later I boldly and openly exchanged glances with Zeng Meimei's foxy gaze. Thus, every subtle reaction on my face, or my entire body, was under Zeng Meimei's microscopic scrutiny. For example, whenever I felt a pleasurable jolt or let out an uncontrollable sigh, Zeng Meimei would respond with even gentler lips on my penis—a deep, ecstatic swallow, or a flurry of tongue movements as nimble as a snake's tongue—I admit this was, technically speaking, the most ecstatic oral sex I had ever experienced. At the same time, this must be the most thrilling thing I've ever experienced in my life. Damn it, I'm currently having my cock inside someone's bride's mouth, while a hundred feet away, guests are bustling about, and their wedding is still in full swing.

Gradually, I became unable to resist Zeng Meimei's seductive oral skills and her unwavering gaze. That fiery look made me realize for the first time that you could devour someone without a mouth, just with your eyes.

"Huff, huff," I breathed heavily, afraid to make a sound, lest the bathroom door be suddenly flung open… I desperately wanted to end this dangerous yet incredibly exciting game, yet I also craved the satisfaction of having my penis in the beautiful bride's mouth.

Actually, the most pleasurable moment for a man isn't when he ejaculates, but in that moment of near-ejaculation.

Zeng Meimei seemed to understand my thoughts, quickly sucking and licking my penis until it was on the verge of ejaculation, then slowly slowing down, gently soothing it to calm down, before unleashing another wave of even more intense oral assault.

I could almost hear my heart pounding. One moment I was looking at Zeng Meimei's passionate eyes, the next at the bathroom door. That agonizing tug-of-war made me feel suffocated—and this suffocation, physiologically speaking, became a multiplier of my penis's pleasure. That feeling of both fear and excitement, that pleasure before my penis burst in the woman's mouth, made me instantly forget time and space, forget the wedding outside…

Finally, like an infinitely inflated balloon suddenly bursting, my penis gushed into the bride's mouth.

The instant I ejaculated, a rough groan escaped my throat. As I uncontrollably thrust my penis deep into Zeng Meimei's mouth, I felt that she didn't flinch at all, but instead pressed her lips tightly against mine, letting my penis fill and ravage her mouth. Then I heard gurgling swallowing sounds…

This oral sex, performed under the guise of a wedding dance, is something I will never forget.

Finally, Zeng Meimei casually grabbed some tissues from the bathroom to wipe her mouth, then smiled sweetly at me. I noticed a few traces of semen still lingering on her lips. She softly said, "I'll go out first, you can come out later."

Then she adjusted her wedding dress, dusted it off, and stepped out the door, still swaying with each step, her buttocks trembling.

I waited in the bathroom for a moment, straightening my clothes in front of the mirror, paying special attention to my crotch to make sure there were no suspicious marks before leaving.

Unexpectedly, I stumbled as soon as I stepped out—damn, my dick had been rubbed, and my legs went weak.

"Hey, young man, be careful!"

A middle-aged woman, the kind of woman from the neighborhood, walked towards me. Seeing me almost fall, she kindly said this, then nodded and walked towards the bathroom behind me.

Watching her enter the bathroom, a cold sweat immediately broke out on my back.

To calm my nerves, I solemnly whistled as I returned to the wedding hall. The tune I whistled was "I Am a Little Bird." As soon as I entered the hall, I saw the groom a few meters ahead, arms outstretched, welcoming Zeng Meimei as she walked towards him.

Zeng Meimei's face still wore a bright, radiant smile.

"Darling, where have you been? Lots of guests are waiting to see our beautiful bride,"

I heard the groom say.

"Hehe,"

Zeng Meimei leaned closer to her groom, pressing her face against his. Since the groom had his back to me, I could see Zeng Meimei's face clearly, and then I saw her mouth the words "restroom" in a whisper.

After Zeng Meimei finished speaking, she glanced at me and stared intently at me. Then, she deliberately pouted and kissed the groom's lips...

It was a mouth that had just given oral sex to her best friend's husband, a mouth that had just been filled with and swallowed another man's semen. Now, this mouth was kissing her husband at her wedding with utmost tenderness...

The scene before me sent a shiver down my spine.

My cheeks burned as I met Zeng Meimei's gaze. Just as I was at a loss for what to do, a hand suddenly grabbed my arm, followed by Ning Hui's soft voice: "Honey, I've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?"

My wife's voice was as sweet and affectionate as ever, but it almost made my heart leap out of my chest. I turned my head and saw Ning Hui's face, which seemed to be hiding a mysterious smile. I quickly stammered, "The...the bathroom."

At this moment, Zeng Meimei's gaze shifted slightly away from me and turned to my side. If she had looked directly at me, we would have been staring back at Ning Hui...

After the wedding, Zeng Meimei and her new husband went to the Maldives for their honeymoon. My wife's boyfriend was still abroad.

As for Luo Xiaoyan, the Xiaoyan I had been missing, she was still performing out of town and hadn't returned—this puzzled me. Luo Xiaoyan had never been away from home for so long. During this time, she never answered my calls directly, only replying to my text messages sporadically. Moreover, the text messages were very short, with almost every message ending with just two words: "I miss you."

During this time, Ninghui and I enjoyed a rare period of quiet time together. I felt almost back to the early days of our courtship and marriage. Every day before Ninghui got off work, I would prepare dinner and wait for her return. Before, there would always be a sudden phone call from my wife telling me she had a date with another man that evening. Now, there were no such "surprises," and this feeling was strange, familiar yet unfamiliar. It was as if it was abnormal for my wife to come home every day, and that it would be normal for her to go on dates with other men every few days.

This peaceful and warm feeling, though lacking excitement, gave me a sense of tranquility. I felt that the most pleasant time of the day was after dinner, when Ninghui and I would take our usual walk arm in arm, sometimes in the sunset, sometimes in the light rain. City parks, woodlands, wetlands, and ordinary alleyways all bore the marks of our warm footsteps. Occasionally, when we happen to see a movie we both like, we'll go see it late at night, then buy a bag of sunflower seeds. Ning Hui will always peel the seeds while watching and feed them to me one by one… These moments always fill me with immense happiness, and I feel that my love for Ning Hui grows stronger with each passing day.

I know that this love in my heart has no limit.

The only thing that makes me feel a little guilty is that I haven't found the opportunity, or the courage, to tell Ning Hui about what happened between Zeng Meimei and the bride in the bathroom during Zeng Meimei's wedding. Several times, the words were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back. Even though I'm no longer a resident of the Ning Mansion and have received my wife's "rogue license," Zeng Meimei is still my wife's best friend, and I'm really unsure if this special relationship will make Ning Hui angry.

Our sex life is still as good as ever. Ning Hui seems to be having some trouble at work lately, but I always use the gentlest and most tender ways in bed to dispel her frustration. My wife's body is now very sensitive to sex. Our familiarity with each other's bodies made it easy for us to get into the mood.

Of course, passion was indispensable, and the presence of a third party often made sex, especially between husband and wife, incredibly exciting. I would often bring up my wife's past with her boyfriend, or occasionally mention her lovemaking with Mr. Wang to stimulate her. This was a great aphrodisiac for Ning Hui; every time I did this, Ning Hui's orgasms were intense, and she would experience immense satisfaction.

"Her boyfriend isn't here these days,"

I teased, as my penis was thrusting in and out of Ning Hui's wet vagina, trying to see if my wife still had a greater appetite for men. "Honey can't satisfy you alone, can't you? How about we find another man to come along?"

"Mmm-hmm,"

Ning Hui's answer, stimulated by physical pleasure, almost made me ejaculate, but then she whimpered, "If I find another one... then... then there won't be any left for you..."

These days were pleasant and comfortable. Ning Hui remained gentle and quiet outside the bed, but became increasingly lustful in bed. I was secretly delighted, feeling that the cuckoldry project at Ning Mansion had reached the stage of bearing fruit. My wife was growing into a mature and charming young woman, or was on her way to becoming that goal.

One evening, Ning Hui got off work late. After dinner, we didn't go out for a walk. Ning Hui washed up and took a shower before going into the bedroom. I was outside washing dishes, doing laundry, and doing other chores. I almost never let Ning Hui do any housework; I couldn't bear to see the marks of a housewife's years etched on my wife's delicate hands.

"Honey,"

Ning Hui suddenly called out to me from the bedroom. "Come and see."

"What is it?"

I went into the bedroom and saw Ning Hui online.

“He…”

Ning Hui blushed slightly, pointing to the computer screen and saying to me, “See for yourself.”

I saw on the screen that it was Ning Hui’s QQ chat history with Bei Fang: “Sister Ning Hui, I missed you so much! I was abroad and I could only fall asleep thinking about you every day. I’m off today, and I’m alone in my dorm. Sister Hui, can I see you?”

“My husband is outside.”

“Ah? No, I want to see you! I can’t take it anymore. Just one glance, okay?”

“No!”

“Please, just one glance at your nipples, one glance at your pussy, just one glance, please, Sister Ning Hui!”

“No! My husband is outside. How can you be so insensible?”

…

“Hahaha,”

I grinned, “This kid seems to be really pent up.”

“Honey,”

Ning Hui suddenly looked at me with her crescent-shaped eyes, her gaze gentle and tender, “Honey, he said he masturbates every day. Won’t that damage his health?”

See? I knew my wife was incredibly kind, compassionate, and adorably adorable. I chimed in, “Sigh, when he was his age, he masturbated twice a day. This age is when a man’s hormones are at their peak, it’s fine.”

“Oh,”

Ning Hui responded, seemingly understanding.

"Is that right?"

I suddenly pretended to be very serious. "Feeling sorry for your little boyfriend?"

"Go away,"

Ning Hui gave me a light punch. "No way!"

"Hehehe,"

I pulled Ning Hui into my arms, lifting her pajamas with one hand and touching her smooth thighs. "Wow, you're not even wearing underwear! He's still a child, are you trying to scare him?"

"What are you saying, honey?"

Ning Hui protested, her face turning even redder to her neck. "I just finished showering and was getting ready for bed. You know I always sleep naked, so... so I wasn't wearing underwear. I didn't know he wanted to video chat when I was online."

Seeing Ning Hui's angry expression, I quickly coaxed her. "Okay, okay, how about this..."

I then moved Ning Hui's hand off the keyboard and quickly typed a line on Zeng Beifang's QQ: "Oh, my husband's friend just called and asked him to go out for tea..."

Before Ning Hui could react, I slammed down the send button on the keyboard...

"Huh?"

Ning Hui turned around and looked at me, her face pale. "What are you doing, honey?"

A moment later, a video call request came in from Northern QQ.

I quickly leaned close to Ning Hui's ear and whispered, "Honey, is it okay to video call him? Honey will watch from the side."

Ning Hui's ears burned, and she let out a soft sigh, whimpering, "No..."

"Please, wife,"

I then guided Ning Hui's hand to the mouse and clicked the button to accept the video call request. "Later, act a little lewd, wife."

"No, no..."

Ning Hui was still twisting and struggling, and whether it was my force or Ning Hui herself who pressed the button, the mouse clicked and the video call request was sent to the other party.

I quickly dodged to the side, finding an angle where I could see the other party's video but the other party couldn't see me, and "go away."

Ning Hui subconsciously turned her head, her face showing a mixture of panic and excitement.

I gave an OK sign and muttered, "Come on, baby!"

I saw a message pop up on Beifang's QQ, but I couldn't read it. Ning Hui put on her headset a moment later.

It turned out Beifang wanted to hear my wife's voice. This guy knows how to enjoy himself; this meal is destined to be a feast for both the eyes

and the ears. I couldn't hear Beifang's voice in the headset, but from Ning Hui's reaction, I could tell he'd been chattering away. Ning Hui's hands started to falter, but slowly began to move around on her body, her body language clearly telling me what she wanted to do, yet she hesitated.

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui began to moan softly. Seeing her bite her lip, after a moment of intense internal struggle, I finally heard her utter a few words, "Mmm, I miss you too."

Logically, it must have been Beifang constantly whispering "I miss you" and other mushy phrases to my wife in the headset, and Ning Hui finally couldn't resist responding.

When I saw Ning Hui say "I miss you too," she glanced at me with a look that seemed full of apology. I immediately responded with a firm smile to show my support.

Perhaps my smile catalyzed what happened next. I saw Ning Hui hesitate for a moment with one hand on her chest, then pull down one shoulder strap of her slip dress, and then tug the dress down further, revealing a firm breast that bounced out like a bouncy white balloon. At that moment

, Bei Fang's face appeared on the computer video, his mouth agape for a long time.

"Okay...okay,"

Ning Hui murmured, then pulled open the other side of her dress, cupped her two firm breasts in her hands, and brought them towards the camera, one hand starting to rub her nipple. Bei Fang stuck out

his tongue on the camera...

"So...comfortable,"

Ning Hui seemed to be murmuring to herself, but actually she was responding to her boyfriend on the video through her earpiece. He must have been asking if it felt good for his wife to lick her breasts.

"Okay, I want it, show it to me... show it!"

Ning Hui's voice grew increasingly seductive.

What did she want to see? My mind went blank. Logically speaking, this was going to be interesting.

Sure enough, on the other end of the video, a fully erect penis filled the entire frame.

I had to admit, it was a very beautiful penis. Its erect state had a graceful curve, and the glans was large. Even to a man like me who had no homosexual desires, it was somewhat alluring. I wondered how much of a power this penis would have on a woman, combined with that handsome face.

Then, a pair of hands began to slowly stroke it.

This penis had already been used to fuck my wife's cunt until it was swollen, and it had already given her oral sex. This thought made my body tremble involuntarily. I suddenly felt my penis, which had been restless, harden to its peak.

"Mmm, so big... mmm, I like it..."

Ning Hui's moans became more unrestrained. I believed it was the stimulation from this penis, which was younger, more beautiful, and thicker than mine.

Right now, I'm hearing my wife say that she likes other men's penises.

This suddenly gave me an indescribable pleasure, a mix of surging adrenaline and humiliation. I couldn't help but pull down my pants, pull out my penis, and start masturbating.

At that moment, within Ning Hui's line of sight, she could see two penises being masturbated simultaneously—one her husband's, and the other her young boyfriend's. I wondered if she wanted both penises inside her at the same time.

A threesome? This lewd thought, enough to haunt any cuckold's fantasies, flashed through my mind.

I was excited by this lewd thought, but actually, Ning Hui was completely attracted to her young boyfriend's penis. After all, his penis was younger and bigger than mine, and I had just begged her to act as lewdly as possible.

Now, my wife was adopting a "I'm going to be this slutty grandma" attitude, moaning, "Mmm, here, here, here, let me have it..."

Ning Hui's moans were now at full volume. She quickly pulled off the nightgown still hanging on her lower body, threw it aside, spread her legs, and brought her naked lower body towards the erect penis on the camera...

Then, one hand reached down to her lower body and began to rub it slowly and quickly.

"Mmm... Ahh... Harder... Give it to me... Take me..."

Ning Hui's cries grew more and more frantic.

The penis in the video was being rapidly stroked. It was clear that Ning Hui's dazed eyes never left it.

My wife and her boyfriend were having a passionate, high-energy masturbation session, while I, the stay-at-home husband, was stuck doing it alone. What was striking was the synchronized rhythm of all three of them – I bet everyone's image in their minds was identical – Ning Hui was fantasizing about a handsome guy's penis inside her, the handsome guy was fantasizing about his penis inside my wife, and I, this hardcore cuckold, was thinking about my wife's cunt being penetrated by her boyfriend's penis until she reached orgasm, even if it were the end of the world or tomorrow.

"Ahhh..."

Ning Hui screamed almost uncontrollably. Based on my years of experience, I knew my wife was about to climax. I couldn't help but increase the pace of my masturbation.

"Ahhh, I'm coming, coming!"

With extreme contortions and spasms, Ning Hui announced her climax in a trembling voice.

Then, in the video, beside Ning Hui, two streams of hot fluid shot out from two penises that had reached their peak...

After this unusual video threesome, my lust to see my wife being fucked by another man became increasingly unbearable. I suggested to Ning Hui several times that we wait for her boyfriend to come back and find an opportunity for them to do it while I spied on them. I even said that Ning Hui should invite him over for a date, and I could hide in the closet. Ning Hui just laughed and said, "How could you even think of that?" Then her reply made my head ache: "They do it all night long, how can I hold back?"

Time flew by, and in a couple of days, Zeng Shuai would be returning to China. Zeng Meimei had already returned from her honeymoon. One day, when Ning Hui wasn't home, I met Zeng Meimei on QQ and casually mentioned the video threesome, saying how much I wanted to witness Ning Hui and her boyfriend having sex.

I never expected that the problem that had been troubling me for so long would be solved so easily by this shrewd Zeng Meimei.

After listening to me, she pondered for a moment and then said to me on QQ, "How about this, darling?"

A woman is different after you've been intimate with her, and Zeng Meimei's "darling" made me feel incredibly warm. "I have an idea that can make your wish come true. When Beifang comes back, the four of us can go on a trip, a road trip to a remote place. You, me, Beifang, and Ning Hui. Beifang and Ning Hui, of course, are lovers. We'll pretend to be lovers in front of Beifang. After being away for so many days, are you afraid you won't see them being affectionate?"

Damn, what kind of imagination is this? I suddenly felt incredibly impressed with Zeng Meimei. But then she added, instantly making my blood boil, almost getting an erection, "And think about it, Beifang won't know you're Ning Hui's husband. You'll only be able to watch them longingly, hahaha, just imagine how exciting that is, darling."

"Hehe,"

I admit I was genuinely stunned by this plan, but it was undeniably a brilliant and exciting one. "Will Ning Hui agree? How... how are we supposed to pretend to be lovers in front of her?"

"Hehehe, don't worry, she'll definitely agree. Leave it to me."

Damn it, this time it's not that damn Zeng Meimei anymore, this time it's the mighty Zeng Meimei.

Chapter 45: Four People Traveling 1

To be honest, this ingenious travel plan completely changed my opinion of Zeng Meimei. I was so amazed that I wanted to sing her "Conquer" and "Subvert"! Zeng Meimei's recent amazing feats have truly and thoroughly overturned my previous view of her. In my mind before, Zeng Meimei was just a typical big-breasted, brainless slut.

Now, her breasts are still the same breasts, and she's still the same girl, but to say she's brainless is a lie. She's not only intelligent, but also incredibly clever. Her endless stream of ingenious ideas shines with intelligence, especially her profound understanding of cuckoldry—a depth far beyond her years—which is truly astonishing and has fueled my burning curiosity to uncover the reasons behind it.

These past two days have been filled with the excitement of this plan. My only worry is Ning Hui's attitude. I'm unsure if she'll agree. After all, Zeng Meimei and I are going to be lovers on the trip. During the day it's fine, but at night we'll be alone together in a room…

I'm starting to regret not telling my wife about what happened at the wedding. Otherwise, I wouldn't be worried about whether Ning Hui will agree to this trip.

I hate myself. If this grand plan falls apart because of this, the magnificent and ecstatic oral sex my bride gave me in the bathroom to the wedding march will be utterly worthless.

I had to find a chance to confess as soon as possible; I made up my mind. I'd take a gamble. I already had my wife's "rogue license" anyway. As long as the license wasn't revoked and the trip went smoothly, I was willing to kneel on a washboard all night.

That day, Ning Hui went to work, supposedly running errands all day, leaving her laptop at home.

Perfect timing! It had been a while since I'd snooped on my wife's diary. As soon as Ning Hui left, I eagerly turned on the computer and went straight to Ning Hui's diary document.

Thankfully, there was an update.

"On [date], this absurd trip of playing someone else's girlfriend finally ended according to the script my husband and that damned Mei Mei had hoped for. What makes me both laugh and cry is that his wife cheated on him again, yet my husband was so happy. And I lost my virginity again… 'Lost my virginity,' ha, that word came out of my mouth so easily. I don't even recognize myself anymore. How did I become this kind of woman? Have I really become so easy to sleep with? Or is Beifang really that outstanding? Beifang, sigh, a handsome little brat, not bad, really quite handsome. At first, it was awkward with him, but after getting used to it, being with him is quite comfortable. He's very charming and loves to make me happy, which is like you, my husband, just too clingy. But I'm really worried he'll fall for it. For us, I know this is just a game, but for him…?"

"I'm so angry! I had another fight with Mr. Zheng. He

's made a mess of things at the company. Now, colleagues don't even dare to speak the truth to each other. How can we do any good work like this? What future does the company have?

Are you okay? The company really can't function without you. I really want you to come back to the company soon, but I'm also afraid to see you... I really don't know what I'll be like when I see you again, or if I'll even dare to see you?"

"Are you alright?" This is a classic phrase between ex-lovers, and I knew, of course, that "you" referred to Mr. Wang. Between the lines, it was clear my wife still harbored some feelings for her Mr. Wang. A faint, bitter smile crept across my face. Ah, women, a little sentimentality is always endearing. Although not much time had passed, the memory of my wife, at my urging, finally falling into Mr. Wang's arms and sleeping with him was still vivid in my mind. The thrill of my wife's flirtatious advances and the opium-like, sensual pleasures she enjoyed with another man remained, but the sour taste in my heart had turned into a jar of aged pickled vegetables.

"On [date], after returning from a date with someone from the North, I suddenly saw the map drawn on my husband's underwear, and I cried. How could I be such a selfish woman?

I know my husband really likes that little swallow, a good girl, hahaha, and later I finally gave my husband to her. Husband, are you happy? Such a beautiful top model, how much would she charge if she tried to seduce you? You didn't spend a penny, and you even got a 'license to be a pervert' issued by your wife, aren't you thrilled, husband?

Hmph, you're not allowed to run away with her. Actually, I'm not worried about my husband, but you must be careful not to hurt that young girl.

I love you, husband. As long as you're happy, I'm willing to do anything. You don't know, that night you went on a date with the little swallow, even though I pushed you to go, afterwards she shed a whole basin of tears, her heart was breaking."

I love you too, wife. Seeing this, my heart warmed, and my eyes welled up with tears…

“Work was still going badly on [date], so annoying. Mr. Zheng is always deliberately making things difficult. I know he's up to no good, but I won't let him succeed.

Okay, worries are external, happiness is what matters. I feel like I'm becoming more and more indulgent. The other day I even let Beifang into a restaurant, I was so embarrassed… Maybe it's because I've been too irritable and stressed lately.

My husband often says a woman's sexual potential is limitless. If this continues, where will I go, a slut or a whore? Haha, actually, indulging occasionally, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, the pleasure and excitement are clean and pure.

Okay, husband, you win. I'll indulge in being a slut for you, hee hee.”

“I won't let him succeed.”

What’s going on? My heart tightened. I have to be wary of this Mr. Zheng. He bullied my wife, I’ll sever his tendons. I’ll find a chance to ask my wife what happened.

"On [date], I never expected Zeng Meimei to get involved. Even more unexpectedly, while it usually ends in tragedy when a husband gets involved with his best friend, thanks to Meimei's meddling, it's become a comedy.

When Meimei told me she was determined to drag my husband down with her and offer herself to him, I couldn't believe my ears. She even called it compensation for me being his girlfriend in the North.

Sigh, I just can't do anything with her. Honey, you're so happy, aren't you? Another beautiful woman is being offered to you. Well, we're even now, hehe. Don't say I'm the magistrate and you're the commoner anymore.

That damn Meimei told me about a travel plan today." "I knew what they were up to the moment I heard them. Is this guy ever going to stop? He even came up with this idea! With this shrewd guy involved, it'll be a real headache later.

Mei Mei even said she'd already told her husband about this plan, wanting me to be someone else's girlfriend right under his nose—how perverted! I can imagine how excited my husband is to hear about this plan. I know what he's thinking; he's obsessed with seeing me make love with another man. Humph, he'll be drooling over it.

But honey, you didn't follow the three rules, so you'd better deal with it yourself. If you don't come and honestly explain what you did in the bathroom at the wedding, don't expect me to come." "

Okay, okay, I'll confess now, I'll confess now. This diary entry was worth reading today; its intelligence value is no less than the enemy city defense map we obtained before our general offensive.

My little boyfriend's flight information home was eagerly relayed to Zeng Mei Mei and Ning Hui the day before." The flight arrives tonight. This afternoon, Ning Hui forwarded me a message from her boyfriend saying he wanted to see his beloved Ning Hui as soon as he got off the plane.

I knew my wife was actually asking me if she could be with her boyfriend tonight. I was about to approve when Zeng Meimei called.

"My brother's coming back tonight, you know?"

"Ha, Ning Hui just texted me about it, waiting for my approval for her date with her boyfriend tonight."

"Don't let Ning Hui go."

"Why?"

"Keep that kid waiting. We're going on a trip in a few days. Keep him waiting while we have him, so when he sees your wife on the trip, he'll be like a wolf, his eyes green with lust, wanting to devour her. That way you'll get a good show."

Zeng Meimei giggled on the other end of the phone.

Holy crap, what a trick! This Zeng Meimei is no ordinary woman, she's a real shrew.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant,"

I exclaimed sincerely over the phone. "I'll immediately issue a written order to my wife for tonight's ban."

After finishing the call with Zeng Daxia, I immediately texted Ning Hui back: "Honey, I have something to do tonight, can you not go?"

"What's wrong? What is it, honey?"

"You'll find out when you get home."

Ning Hui rushed home as soon as she got off work, and asked suspiciously as she entered the door, "Honey, what's wrong?"

I didn't answer, but quickly took my wife's bag, handed her shoes, served her tea and water, then gave her a gentle hug, and helped her sit down before hesitantly standing aside, taking a piece of paper from my pocket, holding it with both hands, and nodding to Ning Hui: "Please take a look, my dear wife."

Ning Hui took the paper with a look of "What's your husband up to now?" and then gently read it: "Letter of Apology: I hereby offer my deepest apologies to my wife for the following incident. On the day of my wife's friend's wedding, I, a foolish man, went to the restroom without informing her. Suddenly, outside the restroom door, I was abducted by a female warrior. This woman, dressed in a thin wedding gown, was incredibly agile and attacked me from behind, causing me to briefly lose consciousness. When I awoke a moment later, I found myself inside the restroom, where the female warrior's mouth was wide open, sucking on my penis. I was instantly filled with shame and indignation, and tried to struggle, but my vital points were immobilized, rendering me unable to move. I could only watch helplessly as the female warrior's tongue ravaged my groin, unable to stop her. Later, due to a loss of willpower, I lost consciousness. Gradually losing control, the woman stole countless amounts of the man's semen and left with a chilling air. This was a heinous robbery and rape. Although the perpetrator was a woman, she was meticulous and skillful, causing the victim to lose his senses before resorting to sexual violence. The victim, though a man, was honest and simple-minded. Having suffered this ordeal, he was physically and mentally devastated, and further violated the three rules of the Ning Mansion by failing to report the incident to the authorities in time. As a result, this foolish man was unable to defend himself, and his injustice was as heavy as snow in June, impossible to clear even if he jumped into the Milky Way. He now personally writes this petition for review, hoping that the officials will consider his first offense and the mental trauma he has already suffered. "I will be eternally grateful for a lenient sentence. Furthermore, I will deeply reflect on my actions and punish myself by kneeling on the washboard in the living room until dawn. I earnestly hope my wife will make a wise judgment."

Ning Hui finished reading in one breath, then burst out laughing, spitting out the sip of water she hadn't yet swallowed. She then looked at me, immediately trying her best to maintain a composed expression: "Still feeling ashamed and indignant, huh? I think you're just having a good time. What kind of self-criticism is this? It looks more like a plea for justice!"

One, two, three… I silently counted in my mind, trying to figure out how long my wife's face could hold up before she laughed again. Before I even reached five, I heard another "pfft! "

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly stepped forward and hugged my wife, sealing her laughing mouth with my own. Then my tongue slipped inside.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui tried to say something, letting out a few soft moans before biting and sucking on my tongue.

Okay, pass! Now nothing can stop this great trip!

The trip was scheduled for the weekend a week from now. Zeng Meimei and I had already planned the route; the entire road trip would take about a week. Because of the long trip, everyone had taken their annual leave.

In the days leading up to the trip, even though that guy kept texting and calling me, I stubbornly refused to let Ning Hui see him, leaving him quite frustrated. At the same time, I used the same tactic I used before our last trip to my hometown in the north with Ning Hui: every night in bed, I would tease her relentlessly, but ultimately, I wouldn't give in. The desired effect was for my wife to go to see her boyfriend with a burning desire.

Everything was progressing as expected.

Finally, the departure day arrived. At the crack of dawn, Zeng Meimei called to say the car was already waiting downstairs. This time, we were driving Zeng Meimei's husband's SUV. According to the plan, she would pick us up first and then go pick up Zeng Beifang.

Ning Hui and I had already packed our things the night before. We usually travel together with matching bags, but this time I specially bought a new one to show that we were now two families. Ning Hui had way more stuff than me—clothes, cosmetics, shoes for all sorts of occasions, it was like a housewarming party for her to go out.

Downstairs, we saw Zeng Meimei wearing ridiculously large sunglasses that covered half her face, already waiting for us in the trunk.

"Look, two tents, a full set of top-of-the-line hiking gear,"

Zeng Meimei said proudly, pointing to the already packed trunk. Two tents? That immediately piqued my interest. I glanced at the folded tents; if we actually needed them… in such a small space, one would undoubtedly belong to Zeng Meimei and me, and the other, well, to my wife and her boyfriend. Just thinking about it made me excited.

"Haha, Zeng Meimei is so thoughtful

," I quickly flattered her. Now I had to treat this goddess well; the success or failure of this trip depended on her.

I packed Ning Hui and my luggage, then got into the driver's seat to start driving.

Just then, Ning Hui walked towards the passenger seat. As soon as she opened the door, Zeng Meimei patted her on the back: "Hey, honey, your seat is in the back. From now on, your husband belongs to me, okay?"

Ning Hui was startled, stunned for a moment before turning around and walking to the back. As she turned, she glared at both Zeng Meimei and me, clearly annoyed.

Zeng Meimei didn't care about anything else, got into the car, giggling carefree, and even leaned in to take my arm, calling me "darling" sweetly before letting me start the car. Damn it

, Zeng Meimei, don't be so aggressive! I thought to myself, "What a pain."

Sure enough, I heard Ning Hui mutter, "Hmph, that damn Meimei!" Then

she turned and looked out the window, clearly ignoring the two of them.

Now I was going to pick up my wife's boyfriend. My heart was pounding the whole way. What kind of attitude would this pent-up wolf have when he saw my wife?

The guy was already waiting by the roadside. Then the car stopped, he arranged the luggage, got in—all in lightning speed, like a layup.

The car door slammed shut, and four men and women, whose relationships had been completely reversed, were now on the same boat. In this increasingly cramped space, my wife had become someone else's girlfriend. No matter how much she enjoyed herself with other men, I could only watch helplessly. That feeling of being so close yet so far made my heart burn with rage, my adrenaline surge.

I took a good look at this legendary pretty boy in the rearview mirror. He was handsome, even a bit like Fei Xiang (a famous Chinese comedian). Crucially, his athletic background meant he had almost no boyish charm, but still retained a youthful innocence. To put it bluntly, he was a standard, sunny, handsome young man. To be fair, in terms of looks, he was a much better match for my beautiful wife than for me.

After getting on the bus, this guy ignored the two adults sitting in the front row and went straight to my wife, trying to take Ning Hui's hand. I noticed that Ning Hui kept her head looking out the window and didn't glance at this guy once. When he reached for her hand, she just shook it off slightly.

Zeng Beifang was a little embarrassed, but then he suddenly remembered that there was such a thing as politeness in the world. He quickly nodded to the front row and called out, "Sister."

Then he turned to me and asked, "This is..."

Zeng Meimei's mouth was already forming the shape of "Ning," and she was about to utter the three words "Ning the Cook"—the moment those three words were uttered, the whole plan was ruined as soon as they stepped out the door—luckily, the hero suddenly realized what was happening and quickly stuck out his tongue, saying to me in a deliberately coquettish voice, "Hehehe, darling, please state your name." Damn it

, was she testing me? Luckily, I reacted quickly and a name slipped out of my mouth: "Lu Gong. Lu is the Lu of the army, and Gong is the Gong of respect." As

soon as I finished speaking, half a second later, I saw Zeng Meimei pursing her lips and secretly laughing. Then Ning Hui twisted her body and also chuckled softly.

Only Zeng Beifang was completely confused and even called out to me, "Hello, Brother Lu."

These two clever women figured it out. Apparently, in our dialect, "green" is pronounced like "land." You just need to rearrange the two characters and read it again.

Oh my god, Green Master! —This is Ning Zhufu's brilliant self-deprecating humor.

Zeng Beifang, being from the north, wasn't familiar with our dialect and naturally didn't understand the nuances.

It amused the two women. Seeing Ning Hui laugh, Zeng Beifang heard her sister's encouragement from the front: "Hey, hey, we know you two haven't seen each other in a long time, we won't see any of your affectionate gestures."

Then I saw Zeng Meimei deliberately glance at me, her eyes full of smugness.

Zeng Daxia, don't you know I'm making a suggestive joke?!

Zeng Beifang, clearly encouraged by her sister, leaned towards Ning Hui again, reaching out to take her hand. This time, Ning Hui didn't refuse, but didn't let Zeng Beifang get too close, only allowing his lips to lightly touch her cheek.

Whoosh! That was the sound of my blood surging. This was the first time I'd ever witnessed my wife being intimate with another man, even if it was just a light kiss on the cheek. But it happened right before my eyes, and it was enough to send my blood boiling.

My eyes, which had been constantly scanning the rearview mirror, finally met Ning Hui's gaze. I saw her cheeks flush red from where Zeng Beifang had kissed her.

Ning Hui quickly turned her head away, her eyes filled with shyness and panic.

Soon, the car was on the highway, speeding towards the suburbs.

Inside the car, everyone chatted casually, mainly about Beifang's experiences abroad.

Zeng Beifang continued to make affectionate gestures towards my wife, touching Ning Hui's face here, ruffling her hair there, holding her hand tightly with one hand, and reaching behind her to wrap his arm around her waist with the other. Ning Hui was only managing to stay slightly leaning forward to avoid completely falling into Zeng Beifang's arms. Zeng Beifang kept trying to kiss my wife on the lips, but Ning Hui intentionally or unintentionally refused or avoided it. I noticed Ning Hui's gaze kept drifting into the rearview mirror, her face still visibly flushed.

My interpretation was that my wife was still in the adjustment phase and couldn't fully open up yet. Perhaps she felt like all of this was in an unreal dream.

So I gave her a firm look, and as I did, I wore a smile of relief that I thought only my wife could understand.

Zeng Meimei turned on the car CD player, played a soothing disc perfect for flirting, and then told Ning Hui how much her brother missed her while he was abroad, and then told her brother how much his sister Ning missed him back home. She

seemed determined to make sure they weren't being affectionate enough, acting as if she wanted them to immediately take off their clothes and have sex.

Gradually, perhaps unable to resist Zeng Beifang's strength, Ning Hui began to lean towards him... until finally nestled in his arms like a kitten.

This change in distance finally allowed Zeng Beifang's attempt to kiss my wife's lips to succeed within minutes of Ning Hui leaning against him. Seeing an opening he had somehow found, he suddenly moved his hand from Ning Hui's to her neck, turning her head to face him, and then his large mouth pressed against her lips without warning.

I think I heard Ning Hui moan softly; the rearview mirror reflected four intertwined lips.

At first, Ning Hui's mouth remained closed, refusing to open it despite Zeng Beifang's tongue tracing patterns on her lips. But Zeng Beifang persisted, relentlessly licking and probing her lips with his tongue, trying to pry them open. After about half a minute of this, the guy emerged victorious once again.

Seeing Ning Hui let out a soft sigh and finally open her mouth, Zeng Beifang, already a hungry wolf, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. His tongue immediately darted into Ning Hui's mouth.

"Mmm," Ning Hui let out a muffled gasp, and then I saw Ning Hui's lips begin to suck on the unrestrained tongue that had entered her mouth. Her throat began to gurgle, she must have been swallowing the saliva that the boy's tongue was stirring in her mouth.

Hurrah, this was a signal that my wife was aroused and was actively responding.

Now, my wife and her boyfriend were passionately kissing, and I could only watch helplessly, and damn it, I had to be their chauffeur.

At this moment, my whole body was stiff, my heart was in my throat, and suddenly I realized that through my clothes—because it was early summer, everyone was dressed in shorts—my crotch was actually twitching slightly.

None of this escaped Zeng Meimei's keen eyes. She quickly said, "Slow down, slow down, calm down, calm down." Damn

it, how could I calm down? As a cuckold, how could I withstand this stimulation? I even floored the accelerator; nothing else could express my wildly excited heart…

Luckily, there was a highway service station nearby. I quickly pulled over and stopped the car, finally separating Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang's lips and bodies from each other.

Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang went to the restroom one after the other. Seeing them walk away, Zeng Meimei reached out and stroked my chest, saying, "Your little heart can't take it, can it?"

"Damn, I really can't take it!"

Then Zeng Meimei reached down to my crotch and teased, "Just now, when you saw your wife kissing him behind you, didn't you get hard?"

"You know that too?"

I said, panting heavily.

"Haha, I could tell even through your pants! This is just the beginning. Have you got your nitroglycerin ready? I'll drive later."

Zeng Meimei said to me, then gave me a flirtatious smile and got out of the car to get some fresh air.

A little while later, Zeng Beifang came back first and started whispering with Zeng Meimei in the back of the car. They were speaking in hushed tones, but I still caught the gist of it.

"Sis, I thought you were with your brother-in-law. Why are you with him?"

"What about him?"

"You two are lovers, right? And you and your brother-in-law…"

"Yeah, we're lovers. I'm doing fine with your brother-in-law too. Why can't your sister have a lover just because I'm doing fine with him?"

"Sis, isn't that a bit much?"

"What do you know, kid? Your sister Ning has a husband, and she's doing just fine. You still slept with him, didn't you?"

"This…"

Zeng Beifang clearly felt he was at a loss for words and couldn't respond for a moment.

Ning Hui returned shortly after, and after a brief rest, Zeng Meimei took over driving to continue the journey…

The first day's itinerary proceeded as planned, arriving at the designated accommodation in the evening—a picturesque small town. After driving around the town for a while, we finally found what was supposedly the most luxurious hotel in town for a meal.

After parking and checking in, Zeng Meimei deliberately had Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang watch the luggage while she pulled me to the front desk to register. It turned out she wanted the staff to find two adjacent rooms.

The staff searched for a while, and thankfully, there were only two adjacent rooms left.

So far, the trip seemed perfect.

When Zeng Meimei and I entered the room, while Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang went in together, I noticed Ning Hui walked very slowly, looking preoccupied. I saw her hesitate at the door for a moment before Beifang pushed her inside with an arm around her waist.

After settling in a bit, we went out to find something to eat for dinner.

The four of us strolled leisurely down the street, looking for local delicacies and soaking in the local atmosphere. This was a small town nestled beside a large river, peaceful and serene. The air, carried by the river breeze, was crisp and clean, making an evening walk in such an environment incredibly pleasant. I felt the fatigue of my day's journey completely dissipate with the river breeze.

Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang walked ahead, Zeng Beifang holding Ning Hui's hand, but Ning Hui's fingers lightly brushed against Zeng Beifang's. Ning Hui's gaze would occasionally drift back.

This quintessential handsome couple attracted frequent glances from passersby.

Zeng Meimei and I followed behind, appearing less affectionate. Although we walked side-by-side, there was a personal distance between us, and my expression was somewhat blank.

Zeng Meimei wasn't having it. She pouted and said to me in a coquettish tone, "Hey, look how affectionate they are, holding hands! That's what a couple should do! You have such a beautiful woman next to you, and you treat her like this?"

"Oh, oh,"

I mumbled, quickly reaching out to take Zeng Meimei's hand. This was the hand of a powerful figure; I couldn't afford to offend her.

Just then, Ning Hui turned around and caught a glimpse of me holding Zeng Meimei's hand. I saw her body tremble slightly, then she bit her lip and turned away. A moment later, Ning Hui, who had just been lightly touching Zeng Beifang's fingers, saw herself take the initiative to wrap her arms around Zeng Beifang's waist and hug him tightly!

This subtle change, of course, was noticed by someone as astute as Zeng Meimei. She gave me a fawning smile, then linked her arms with mine, resting her head on my shoulder, muttering, "Haha, that's more like it."

We finally found a small, clean-looking restaurant. After we sat down, Zeng Beifang politely asked Zeng Meimei and me what we wanted to eat, holding the menu. After receiving our casual replies, he quickly handed the menu to Ning Hui, carefully asking her if she wanted any of the dishes. His attentiveness was truly remarkable.

Throughout the meal, Zeng Beifang's hand was almost always on Ning Hui's shoulder. He completely ignored me and his sister, constantly serving Ning Hui food and pouring her tea and water. Even when I was dating Ning Hui, we weren't this clingy. No wonder Ning Hui wrote in her diary that this guy knew how to charm her.

After finishing the meal, the kid was quite sensible and quickly went to pay the bill. Ning Hui went to the restroom, and I had already noticed that the restroom was around a corner and couldn't be seen from the dining area, so I pretended to be calm and followed her there as well.

As soon as we turned the corner, seeing no one around, I grabbed Ning Hui, who was walking ahead, and whispered, "Wife, just now... just now..."

"Just now what?"

Ning Hui turned around, looking at me with a strange smile.

"Just now in the car, I saw you kissing... kissing him."

"Hehehe, what's wrong, can't your heart take it?"

Ning Hui's smile turned smug this time. Then she used her hand to remove my hand from her arm, saying, "Please show some respect, my boyfriend is outside, Comrade Lu Gong."

I admit, that "Comrade Lu Gong" really shocked me. Before I could even recover, Ning Hui, who was about to go into the bathroom, turned back, made a face at me, and said, "Hmph, I'll make you drool!"

Since we had a long journey ahead of us, we quickly returned to the inn to rest after dinner. This time, I saw Ning Hui enter their room without any hesitation, very naturally. It seemed that Zeng Beifang had said something joking to him, and she playfully punched him on the shoulder, saying in a cute and endearing way, "You're so annoying!"

This time, I stared blankly as Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang's door slammed shut, then Zeng Meimei shoved me into the room. "Why are you staring into other people's rooms? Your room has this door, darling."

It was supposed to be the best hotel in town, but the rooms were a bit old, and worse, the soundproofing was terrible. I could hear Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang talking next door, though I couldn't make out what they were saying, I could hear their laughter and playful banter.

Poor soundproofing, damn it!

Zeng Meimei went to take a shower alone, and soon came out naked, wrapped in a bathrobe. The towel must have been brought from home; it covered her body, revealing half of her breasts and highlighting her rounded buttocks, making her bouncy curves as she walked. I then noticed that Zeng Meimei's skin was dazzlingly white, honestly, even whiter than Ning Hui's!

Zeng Meimei styled her hair for a while, applied some stuff I didn't recognize to her face and certain parts of her body, and then got into bed. "Honey, go take a shower, what are you standing there for?"

I quickly took a shower, and when I came out, I didn't come out in my pajamas like Zeng Meimei did; instead, I was fully dressed.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed, at least two people's width away from Zeng Meimei. I subconsciously listened to the sounds from next door, but it seemed to have quieted down.

What were they doing? Were they naked now, already leaning against each other, or even more...? I couldn't shake these haunting thoughts.

Zeng Meimei was half-lying on the bed, the towel mostly off her body, her breasts more exposed than before, her large, reddish-black nipples barely visible. Seeing my state, Zeng Meimei quickly patted the sheet next to her: "Come here, why are you sitting so far away? Am I a tigress going to eat you? Hurry up and take off your clothes and lie down!"

I obeyed like a wooden doll and took off my clothes.

“You’ve even taken off your underwear,”

Zeng Meimei laughed. “Still shy? It’s not like we haven’t seen this before.”

In a daze, I took off my underwear, still listening to the sounds from next door. Then I crawled to Zeng Meimei’s side, my penis dangling like a sausage, neither hard nor soft.

Zeng Meimei then lifted the bath towel and leaned towards me. My eyes were instantly filled with a naked, snow-white expanse. A soft, delicate, and flawless body was wrapped around me, and Zeng Meimei’s signature sweet voice rang in my ears: “Mmm, it’s only comfortable to lie naked in a man’s arms like this.”

“Oh, oh,”

I mumbled. Seeing my somewhat flustered look, Zeng Meimei took my hand and placed it on her full, snow-white breasts. Then she reached down and grasped my penis, saying, “I served it well last time, so it should serve me well today.”

“Absolutely.”

I finally smiled gently at the woman in front of me. My penis felt the delicate, velvety touch of the woman's fingers encircling it. Zeng Meimei completely understood my thoughts. Seeing her climb over and press herself against me, she reached up and played with my chin, asking, "Guess what your wife and brother are doing right now?"

"Oh—"

This question sent shivers down my spine, a roar of pleasure filling me!

Before I could answer, a continuous sound came from next door. It started out muffled but gradually became clearer, clear enough that it was undoubtedly the soft moans a woman could only make in a special state. I knew that sound all too well; it was like heavenly music to me.

It was Ning Hui's moans, my wife's moans beneath a man!

The moans rose and fell, accompanied by a soft, thumping sound...

undoubtedly the sound of flesh colliding. This sound,

too, was like heavenly music at that moment. My half-erect penis finally shot into the sky. I knew then that my wife was now writhing and pleasuring herself beneath her long-awaited boyfriend!

Although I had heard my wife's moans during sex with him in real time, that was from thousands of miles away. Now, they were naked and intertwined, indulging in sensual pleasure, just meters away from me.

I had always wondered about the limits of stimulation a cuckold could experience—I thought there were, but now I admit I was wrong.

My body trembled like a leaf. Fine! Fine! Since your brother is having sex with my wife, then I'll give your sister a good fucking too!

I rolled over and pinned Zeng Meimei's pale, naked body beneath me, raising my iron-hard penis and thrusting it into her vagina. That vulva was truly a masterpiece, exceptionally plump and beautiful.

With my penetration, Zeng Meimei moaned without restraint.

Suddenly, Zeng Meimei's phone rang; it was her husband calling.

"Mmm, honey, we've settled in... Mmm, do you want to know what we're doing right now? Mmm, ah, his cock... is fucking your wife's cunt!"

"Fuck me, my darling, fuck me!"

Zeng Meimei's lower body twisted and turned, her cunt tightly gripping my penis as she cried out to me. Then she said into the phone, "Did you hear that, honey? Honey, he's so amazing, he's fucking your wife's cunt, ah... so good, he's fucking your wife's cunt so... so good..."

As soon as Zeng Meimei's moans subsided, Ning Hui's soft moans gradually grew louder.

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