My mother-in-law who practices dancing

Since my mother passed away when I was in high school, I've lived at school alone. During holidays, I either work part-time or tutor. I don't know why, but whenever I return to the house where only my stepfather is left, I get headaches and feel unwell all over. For many years, I've basically never been home, but unexpectedly, I felt that long-lost feeling of home at my wife's parents' house.

My father-in-law is around fifty, and my mother-in-law is only in her early forties. My father-in-law is not only a university professor but also the youngest vice-principal among all the universities in the province, while my mother-in-law is a teacher at an art college and is very beautiful. The two have a very good relationship; even at their age, they still hold hands and chat and walk together every day. They are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

Especially my mother-in-law, who is over forty but looks like she's only thirty-one or thirty-two. Her features are exquisite, her skin is fair and smooth, and she's wearing a tight-fitting loungewear set. Her full breasts, pert buttocks, and long legs make her waist appear even more slender. Her jet-black hair is styled into a side ponytail with a hair clip, leaning casually over her shoulder. A few strands of hair are dyed red, adding to her mature charm. Standing next to Xiaoru, people who don't know them might mistake them for sisters.

Wow! Are all dancers this fit? I was getting a little tempted, so I quickly controlled my wandering thoughts.

"Xiao, how's business lately?"

my father-in-law asked.

"Not bad. I just won a government bid, so I'm busy again."

"It's good to be busy. This is the rising phase of your career, so keep it up,"

my father-in-law said with satisfaction.

"Busy, busy, busy! What are you busy with? Having a child is the real priority!"

my mother-in-law said, bringing out the dishes with dissatisfaction.

"Mom, Xiaoru is still young, we want to wait a little longer."

I glanced at my wife, who was helping in the kitchen.

"Wait for what? Xiao Xiao, you're not young anymore, and Xiaoru has always wanted to develop her dance career. I've tried to get her to stay at the school, but she won't. Sigh!"

My mother-in-law sighed. "Hurry up and have a child to tie her heart down. This child looks gentle and weak, but she's quite stubborn."

"Mom, it's not that bad. Xiaoru has wanted to develop her career these past two years, and I support her. She's still young."

I advised.

"Sigh, Xiaoru is too naive. This society is so complicated now, it's not suitable for her..."

"Mom, what bad things are you saying about me?"

Xiaoru came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.

"Hey, Xiao Xiao, you're too calm in the face of things, and Xiaoru is too naive, she can't tell good from bad. You two, I've been through this before. In short, you must protect your marriage... Sigh, I won't say anymore, it'll only annoy people. Let's eat!"

My mother-in-law shook her head as she went to the kitchen to get the food.

"Yes, I will."

I nodded vigorously, but the thought of my affair with my wife made me steal a guilty glance at Xiaoru.

"Xiao Xiao, how long has it been since you went back to your hometown?"

my father-in-law asked.

"A long time, I went back once for my wedding."

I thought for a moment.

"You should go back and visit, your stepfather is getting old..."

"Dad, please stop..."

I interrupted my father-in-law rudely. I don't know why, but just thinking about that withered old man made me feel uncomfortable, and my head started to ache.

"Honey, how can you talk to Dad like that?"

Xiaoru was a little angry, but seeing me frown, she quickly came over to massage my head. "Honey, what's wrong? Your head hurts again?"

"Child, what's wrong?"

My father-in-law stood up and asked me with concern. My mother-in-law also quickly put down her food and leaned over to ask me, "Xiao Xiao, are you alright? You old fool, don't talk nonsense if there's nothing wrong."

"I'm fine, it's an old problem."

I waved my hand dismissively, but my heart was warmed. This feeling of being cared for was really nice.
The food was all served, and everyone ate and chatted. This feeling of home was so good.

"Xiao Xiao, I heard your dad is getting promoted again."

My father-in-law asked me while eating.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Anyway, he'll go his way, and I'll go mine."
I buried my head in my food.

"Sigh, you child, you should go see him. After all, he's your biological father. He's so old, and he doesn't have a child of his own..."

"..."

I didn't say anything.

"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore, let's eat..."

My mother-in-law interrupted, "Hey, Xiaoru, did you get your hair done?"

"Yeah, Mom, how did it go..."

The mother and daughter started chatting enthusiastically about beauty, clothes, and gossip, while my father-in-law and I obediently shut up and started eating.

This feeling of home is so good! On the way home, I took Xiaoru's hand and suddenly said to her, "Wife, thank you!"

"Hmm..."

My wife looked at me with her bright eyes, puzzled, "Husband?"

I hugged my wife and smelled the fragrance of her hair. Wife, thank you. I hope we can always be this happy! Who can understand how important home is to an orphan? At this moment, the thought of having sex with my wife disappeared from my mind, and my heart was filled with a feeling of fulfillment and warmth.
On Monday, Xiaoru told me that she would be very busy for the next week and would be coming home very late.

"Wife, what are you two busy with this time?"

I asked Xiaoru curiously.

"Oh dear, it's all because our principal said there's a talent show on August 20th, and I've been busy with that these past few days!"

"Oh, I was wondering why you've been so busy these past few days. It's only a week away! Honey, what's your act?"
I asked.

"Me? Hehe, I won't tell you!"

Xiaoru said coquettishly, glancing at me with her beautiful eyes.

Oh? She won't tell me? I looked at my wife, so innocent and adorable like a little girl, and smiled helplessly.
"Honey, starting tonight, I need to practice my act separately. Will you come pick me up?"
My wife sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly.

"Sure, of course I'll pick you up. My sweet wife, you must wait for your husband to pick you up!"

I said softly, holding my wife's soft, fragrant body affectionately.

Around 8 PM, I finished my workout at the gym and called Xiaoru, but no one answered. It seemed my wife was still practicing.

My wife seems to have put in a lot of effort; she won't even let me use those vibrating eggs or anal plugs on her

anymore. Hmph, wait until she's done with this, then I'll get my hands on her! Oh well, I have nothing to do at home anyway, might as well go to my wife's school and watch them rehearse their dance. Anyway, I have to pick her up later. Driving to the school, sure enough, several classrooms were brightly lit. I searched each classroom, but... no, still no. Oh, luckily I ran into someone I know.

"Teacher Xiaoyun, have you seen Xiaoru?"

I asked Xiaoru's class leader.

"Oh, Xiaoru, she's in the ballet studio at the very back."

Xiaoyun smiled mysteriously when she saw me. "Don't be jealous!"

Jealous my foot! I glanced at Xiaoyun a few times. She was a pretty and beautiful woman, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a full bust, a slender waist, and a full bottom, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Xiaoyun took good care of Xiaoru, and we often ate and sang together, so we were quite familiar. So I pretended to pounce on her: "Let me take advantage of you first!"

"Ah!"

Xiaoyun was startled and quickly dodged. Seeing that it was a fake move, she said coquettishly, "Oh, you're so mean, you little devil!"

Her coquettish tone and shy expression made my heart itch. This woman was quite the vixen.

Seeing the other teachers looking at me with surprise, I quickly slipped away.

Arriving at the last ballet studio, I noticed it was quite large. A row of large windows lined the hallway, but they were all frosted glass, obscuring the view inside. However, the classroom door had two long panes of glass, allowing a glimpse inside.

I walked over and peered inside, a wry smile creeping onto my face. No wonder Xiaoru hadn't told me, and Xiaoyun had told me not to be jealous—it turned out a handsome man was teaching his wife ballet.

A man about my height, around 1.8 meters, rather handsome and fair-skinned, was there, one hand on Xiaoru's waist, instructing her on the movements. I'd never heard of a male dance teacher at their school.
I glanced around the classroom; it seemed to be just the two of them, so I didn't go in, just stood outside watching them dance.

To be fair, my wife's ballet movements weren't exactly standard, after all, she wasn't a professional ballet dancer. However, her graceful figure, beautiful long black hair that reached past her shoulders, and the beautiful curves drawn by her high-raised legs successfully compensated for her lack of basic skills. Her dance was so beautiful and moving.

"The working leg can be bent or straightened, and after rotating, return to the starting position... Start with a bent knee, stand on your toes on your supporting leg, and lift the other leg with a bent knee."

The male teacher guided my wife's movements while supporting her. "Open your arms to maintain your balance...
Focus your eyes on a certain point, rotate your body and legs together... Be fast, find that point before your body completes the first rotation, and hold onto it..."

Xiaoru started repeating the previous movements. I was too lazy to watch anymore and was looking around when suddenly my wife screamed from inside the room. I quickly looked and saw that she was crouching down, her hands covering her chest, and her upper garment had fallen down to her waist.

"What happened?"

I asked in surprise and quickly went into the room.

"Honey, what brings you here?"

my wife asked in surprise.

"I came to pick you up. What's wrong? Are you alright?"

I crouched down and asked with concern.

The male teacher standing beside me looked completely bewildered.

Oh, so when my wife reached the highest point of her jump, her arms would spread out like swan wings, and her chest would thrust forward. At that very moment, the straps of her tank top almost simultaneously snapped, and my wife's beautiful breasts suddenly popped out, completely exposed to the male dance partner's gaze. Her

ample breasts, freed from their restraints, bounced wildly in the air. She didn't realize something was wrong until she landed, and hurriedly half-crouched down to cover her two tender mounds, but how could she completely cover them? A large expanse of dazzling white flesh was still visible.

I quickly took off my shirt and draped it over Xiaoru. Damn, you've hit the jackpot! I glanced at the male teacher, and I didn't expect that my first thought would be this. I chuckled to myself. It seems that cuckolding has truly become my instinct.
"Alright, that's enough for tonight. The clothes are all ruined anyway."

My wife, after adjusting herself for a moment, slowly stood up, but her voice still betrayed a hint of panic and embarrassment; her face was flushed.

Xiaoru and her dance partner went into the changing room. I looked around the room, and a large bouquet of vibrant red roses in the corner caught my eye. I walked over, picked up the small card in the center of the flowers, and read: "To my dearest darling: You are my angel, you taught me to fly, to fly over the impermanence of the world, and only then did I understand that love is the true treasure. "

Hmm? A sense of foreboding washed over me, but then I laughed; wasn't I overreacting?

Soon, Xiaoru and her dance partner came out, and we introduced ourselves as we walked out.
"Xiaoru, this is...?"

the man asked.

"This is my husband, Xiao Mingcheng,"

Xiaoru introduced. "This is Teacher Yang from the city dance troupe."

"Oh, hello!"

The male dance partner extended his hand to me. This man had a refined and cultured appearance, but I felt that his face was pale and his eyes were white, giving the impression of excessive indulgence.

"Hello."

For some reason, I didn't like this man at first glance, and I shook his hand perfunctorily.

"Xiaoru is very talented and dances very well."

The male dance partner praised Xiaoru, "Even if you came to our dance troupe, you would rank among the top."

"Not at all, Teacher, you flatter me."

Xiaoru said shyly and happily.

"Oh, we'll be going now."

For some reason, I didn't like this man. I always felt that there was a hint of cunning under his seemingly honest face.

"Oh, by the way, is there still a bouquet of roses over there...?"

I casually pointed to the corner of the wall.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Yang, the roses you bought for your wife..."

Xiaoru said to her male dance partner, then turned to me and explained, "Today is Mr. Yang and his wife's wedding anniversary."

"Oh, congratulations!"

I said to him insincerely.

"Thank you, let me see you out first, I'll come back and get them later."

The male dance partner said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Watching Xiaoru get into my Mercedes, the male dance partner waved to us. In the rearview mirror, I saw a hint of jealousy in his eyes, and I don't know if it was just my imagination.

In the following days, without realizing it, my ears were filled with stories about this male dance partner.
"Honey, do you know, Teacher Yang is in their dance troupe..."

"Honey, Teacher Yang said I danced very well today, and already..."

"Honey, I heard from Teacher Yang that he..."

I gradually learned about Teacher Yang from Xiaoru. He's twenty-eight years old, born in the countryside, came to the provincial capital alone, joined the city dance troupe after graduating from school, and worked hard all by himself. Now he's highly regarded, and he got married last year; his wife is from the dance troupe.

For some reason, I secretly inquired about him with a friend who was close to the city dance troupe. What Xiaoru said was a bit different. What "highly regarded"? He's just a second or third-tier dancer in the troupe, always running around doing gigs and soliciting business. His wife is having an affair with a leader in the troupe, and they're currently getting a divorce.
A divorce? Then what about that bouquet of red roses on their wedding anniversary? I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It seems I've become a little lax in nurturing our relationship. Is someone planning to take advantage of this? We've been married for over a year; how long has it been since I sent Xiaoru flowers? I reflected on this silently.

When I saw Xiaoru talking about Teacher Yang with such a beaming smile, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. I said sarcastically, "Yeah, he's really talented, so much so that his wife is running off with someone else!"

"Honey, what are you saying?"

Xiaoru said unhappily.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Honey, you don't actually like him, do you?"

I'd been holding it in for days, and it was getting uncomfortable, so I suddenly asked my wife.

"Honey...you...what are you saying?"

Xiaoru looked at me, a hint of barely concealed panic on her face. "How could that be..."

This silly girl, she can't hide anything on her face. My heart sank. Had something really happened between them? Seeing my gloomy expression, Xiaoru said coquettishly, "Honey, what are you thinking? It's just a temporary dance partnership. We won't see each other again after the dance."

Was that really true? I had my doubts.

"Honey, the official performance is tomorrow! This afternoon, we're having our final rehearsal. Why don't you come?"

Xiaoru, seeing my bad mood, shook my arm and pleaded.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, alright?"

I couldn't stand it; she's such a grown woman, yet she still acts like a little girl.
That afternoon, I drove my wife to the school. Their rehearsal was in the school's small auditorium. Watching the busy crowd, I felt completely out of place standing there.

After standing for a while and watching two performances, I got bored. I decided to go backstage to see Xiaoru.

The auditorium's backstage area was quite large, with a long corridor at the back, lined with dressing rooms and other facilities for the performers. Looking at the people coming and going, I saw mostly students; not a single teacher I recognized. Where was my wife? I was at a loss.

Just then, a man appeared in the corridor. Wait, wasn't that Teacher Yang, Xiaoru's dance partner? For some reason, I didn't want him to see me, so I slipped aside.

He walked to the door of a dressing room, knocked, and the door opened. He said a few words inside, and a woman came out. Ah? Isn't that my wife, Xiaoru? The two stood in the doorway and whispered something. I was about to go upstairs when I saw them turn and walk towards the end of the corridor, disappearing from sight.

Hmm? I immediately followed. Reaching the end, I saw a downward staircase leading to the basement. My mind was filled with doubt. The show was about to start; what were my wife and him doing down there? I went down the stairs and saw that the layout was the same as the upper floor: a corridor with small rooms on both sides. Each room had a long, narrow window in the upper part, above the outside ground level, letting in soft light. Unlike the corridor above, the basement corridor was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items.
Hmm? Where did they go? The doors to the basement rooms weren't locked, and they were filled with props, costumes, sets, and so on. I checked each room one by one.

Just then, I heard a man and a woman talking from one of the rooms ahead. I tiptoed over and followed the sound. It was coming from the room on the left, behind a pile of costumes. I quietly went behind the clothes rack and peeked inside.

Through the dim light streaming in through the small window, I saw my wife standing there, looking beautiful in a white halter-neck ballet dress. The bodice was very tight, revealing most of her two fair breasts, pressed together to form a deep cleavage. Beneath the puffy skirt were her long, slender legs in white pantyhose. Her face was lightly made up, her eyebrows delicately arched, her face as beautiful as a flower—she was stunningly beautiful.

Damn it, that male teacher was holding Xiaoru's hand and saying something to her.

"Xiaoru, please, the show is about to start..."

Knowing the show was about to begin, why did he drag my wife here? "No...no..."
Xiaoru pouted, her face flushed.

Huh, why is my wife's face so red? "Please, please, Xiaoru, my darling, my little sister..."
"..."

Xiaoru blushed and remained silent.

Damn it, so shameless, even calling him "darling" and "little sister"! I became increasingly curious about what he wanted.

"Look, it's so big, how will it go on stage?"

He said, pulling Xiaoru's hand to his crotch.

"Ah..."

Xiaoru cried out in surprise, pulling her hand back. His crotch was already bulging.
"Help me get it out, okay?"

he pleaded. "Male ballet dancers have to get it out before going on stage, otherwise it's embarrassing to have an erection while dancing."

"Well... no..."

Xiaoru hesitated.

"Besides, in our troupe, the female dancers help the male dancers get it out before going on stage, it's normal, nothing to worry about."

Seeing Xiaoru's hesitation, he pulled down his pants, revealing his penis: "Look, it's so big!"

Ah! No wonder he said he couldn't go on stage until he finished; his penis was long and thick, easily twenty centimeters long, with a dark purple glans the size of a duck egg.

"Ah!..."

Xiaoru turned her face away shyly: "What are you doing? Put it on quickly..."

"Good sister, just a couple of times, it'll be quick, it'll be fine once it's done."

He pleaded pitifully with his wife while grabbing her small hand and placing it on his penis.

"Then...then..."

Xiaoru refused shyly, but the man's hands gripped his penis tightly. Her face showed an undisguised expression of surprise. Ah! So thick, so big...

The man pleaded: "Good baby, please, just once, okay!"

Fuck you, bringing my wife here and making her give you a handjob? My wife definitely wouldn't want that. Seeing this, I angrily wanted to go out and pull them apart, but what happened in front of me was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

Xiaoru lowered her head shyly, finally agreeing, "Just, just this once..."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

The man's face showed a smug expression.

Xiaoru actually squatted down, tightly grasping the man's penis with her small hands, looking closely at his large cock, and couldn't help but exclaim, "So big, um, so hot..."

As she spoke, her soft hands began to gently stroke his penis back and forth, occasionally pinching his glans lightly with her nails.

"Ah... ah... so good..."

the man groaned softly.

After stroking for a few minutes, the man still showed no signs of ejaculating. "Ouch... my hands are getting sore..." Xiaoru pouted her little nose and shook her wrist.

"Help me... suck... baby, help me suck it."

The man said, taking advantage of the situation, "It's almost time to go on stage..."

No, wife, I can't listen to him! I cried out in my heart, but my body was paralyzed as if by poison.

The wife stared at the dark bluish-black penis in front of her for a while, then sighed hesitantly, "Sigh...you're lucky..."

Xiaoru stuck out her tongue and began licking the man's purplish-black glans like she was licking an ice cream cone, her tongue circling around it.

"So good...don't just lick...suck the whole glans into your mouth..."

the man said, gently stroking his wife's cheek.

Hearing this, Xiaoru obediently sucked the man's glans into her mouth, swallowed and released a couple of times, let out a deep breath, and then surprisingly lowered her head and took the man
's entire penis into her mouth, looking up at the man with resentful eyes. Unbelievable, my wife was actually giving him a deep throat. I was completely stunned. I saw the 20-centimeter-long penis completely submerged in my wife's small mouth, making her cheeks bulge high.

My wife was actually so obedient to him. It seems their relationship... My heart turned as cold as ice, a feeling of sadness lingering in my heart.

"Ugh...you slut...you took the whole thing in before I even called you...I really want to show you...your husband how slutty you are..."

The man was aroused by Xiaoru's actions and gaze, moaning with pleasure.

"What are you saying...you're so annoying..."

Xiaoru spat out his penis, glancing at the man with infinite shyness, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips and glans.

"Faster...faster...keep going...ah...ah..."

As he spoke, the man lifted his wife's head with one hand, and with the other hand, he grasped his penis and shoved it into his wife's slightly parted red lips. Then, he grabbed his wife's head with both hands and quickly shook his hips, causing his thick, purplish-black penis to thrust in and out of his wife's mouth.

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

His wife made "mmm" sounds as the man's purplish-black penis went in and out,

indicating that each thrust went deep into her throat.

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

At this moment, his wife increased the speed of her swallowing and made seductive sounds.

Suddenly, the man

cried out "Oh!" and his whole body trembled. His wife also made "Mmm... Oh... Glug..."
sounds, as if he had ejaculated into her mouth.

The man slowly pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth, but he hadn't finished ejaculating.

Several spurts of semen sprayed onto his wife's forehead and face, and a little semen splashed onto her hair.

His wife slumped onto the prop box next to her, her red lips parted as she gasped for breath. A large amount of thick, milky-white semen kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, and her pretty, made-up face was covered in white semen.

"Come on, lick it clean for me."

At this moment, the man handed his semi-erect penis to his wife. Panting, his wife looked at the man with her beautiful eyes full of resentment. She hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and licked the semen off his glans.
"Oh dear, you've got it all over my face. I'm about to go on stage."

Xiaoru complained to the man, while looking for something to wipe the semen off her face.

"Baby, don't move, let me take a good look at you."

The man said as he reached out to hug my wife.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

my wife said coquettishly, swatting away his hand that was reaching for her lower body. "Don't move, how can I go on stage if you get wet?"

"Hey, baby, you need to shave your pubic hair. Why haven't you shaved it yet? We're going to perform tomorrow."
"Do I have to shave it?"

"Of course, otherwise it will show and look bad."

He said, pointing to my wife's genitals. "Don't believe me? Take a look."

Xiaoru looked down and saw that because of her ballet dancing, she was wearing a flesh-colored thong. Sure enough, her pubic hair was already peeking out through her white pantyhose.

"Ah!"

Xiaoru exclaimed and punched the man. "You're so mean, you bad guy. You saw it and didn't say so. Now I'm in trouble..."

The man said lecherously, "Do you want me to shave it for you?"

"Get lost..."

My wife lowered her head, a little embarrassed.

The man lowered his head and whispered a few words in Xiaoru's ear. Xiaoru's face

flushed red, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

I only heard the words "tomorrow," "still," and "here,"

but I'm sure I understood the gist of it—this adulterous couple! Damn it, I even sarcastically told Xiaoru that other people's wives were about to run off with someone else; it seems my wife is the one about to run off with someone else! I'm the biggest idiot in the world! "Let's go, it's about to start, I still need to touch up my makeup,"

Xiaoru urged.

Urged on by his wife, the two of them hurriedly tidied up and left the basement.

Unconsciously, I found that my stiff body had regained its mobility. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, I quickly came out from backstage, waiting for the show to begin, my heart filled with trepidation.

To the deep, melodious strains of the cello, Xiaoru's performance began. Her graceful figure moved with perfect balance, showcasing the slender and beautiful curves of her body to the music. The audience was captivated, immersed in the beautiful colors and moved by the artistic atmosphere of the dance.

When her graceful dance ended, her bowing and backbend brought us back to reality. The teachers and students in the audience applauded enthusiastically, and her face radiated satisfaction and enjoyment.
"Xiaoru, that was amazing!"

"Sister Ru, you danced so well..."

As my wife emerged from backstage after changing, everyone who greeted her along the way showered her with praise, her face beaming with joy.

"Wife, you danced so beautifully!"

I went to greet her.

"Honey, thank you..."

Xiaoru said happily, "It's all thanks to Teacher Yang's excellent teaching."

Seeing my suddenly somber expression, Xiaoru realized she might have said something wrong.

Once in the car, we both fell silent.

My heart sank. My wife's behavior had deviated from my expectations, and I didn't want anything to get out of control, much less harm to her. After all, I loved her deeply.
"Honey, I went backstage to look for you, but I couldn't find you."

I still held onto a sliver of hope that she would tell me everything that had happened.

Xiaoru's pretty face flushed slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Maybe I went to the restroom."
"Honey, are you hiding something from me?"

I asked, forcing a smile and speaking in a lighthearted tone.

"No, no,"

my wife forced a smile and said, "Honey, why would I hide anything from you?"

"That's good."

I sighed, my heart growing heavier. I couldn't force her to ask; that would only push her further away.

"..."

Xiaoru remained silent.

I felt as if an invisible barrier had quietly formed between us.

That night, Xiaoru climbed into bed: "Honey, feel it, I shaved it all clean."
It turned out she had secretly shaved her pubic hair in the bathroom.

"Wife, why did you suddenly decide to shave?"

I touched her soft labia.

"It's just... I wanted you to see..."

my wife said shyly, looking at me expectantly.

"Is it because you need to shave for ballet?"

I probably still hoped my wife would tell me the truth, but my mind kept replaying the scene in the basement that afternoon, and I unconsciously uttered those words.

"Oh... no... no, it's just... I wanted my husband to see... how beautiful I am,"

Xiaoru said, a little flustered.

"Oh..."

I replied indifferently, a little disappointed, my burgeoning desire gradually subsiding.

"Honey, why is it soft..."

Xiaoru asked me, holding my penis in confusion.

"Oh, honey, I'm a little tired,"

I hugged Xiaoru. "Go to sleep early. The performance is tomorrow, and you have to get up early!"

"We... haven't done it for a week..."

My wife's face showed a hint of resentment.

"I've been too busy these past two days. How about you wait until you're less busy? Goodnight, honey."

"Oh, goodnight, honey."

Xiaoru's tone was tinged with disappointment.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I started to worry about what would happen if I lost Xiaoru. I loved her so much. Cuckolding was just a hobby; it didn't mean I had to give my beloved wife away. It seemed they hadn't gone all the way yet. How could I win her back? My head was spinning, and I finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

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