It's green to the core.

One evening, someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, he was standing there again.

He shook my hand with similar passion, kissed my wife, and looked into Joeyce's eyes, asking, "How are you?"

"Fine, thank you," she replied, meeting his gaze.

This old man had once barged into our room, into our lives. He was too powerful and influential; we couldn't resist him, and we knew it all too well.

"So… your house is nice now! And a warm family, two children, a mother, a father. Very good, very good. How have you two been doing these past few years? Your relationship is doing well, isn't it?" "

We're fine," I said. He toured our house, and I followed behind him.

"Me too," Joeyce said. "I enjoy being a housewife, taking care of my husband and children. I have enough free time to study mathematics; I've published two papers, one of which has been cited by many."
He sat in the living room, and we talked with him for hours. He smiled as he looked at photos of our children and played with the child he had conceived through sperm donation. The scene felt odd. He didn't seem like an all-powerful tycoon, but rather an ordinary old man, a father who had never seen his own child.
As his child, Amy, drifted off to sleep in his arms, he got down to business.

"Rick, I know you've been working very hard, but the newspaper still lost three million last year."

We discussed the details for a while, but that wasn't the point.

"I can't bail you out anymore," he said. "I can't explain it to the board."

"So you're planning to shut us down?" I asked dejectedly. "But our sales are starting to pick up!"

"Well, I can give you another five years to get it back to profitability, if you can..."

"Can what?"

He looked at me sharply, then turned to Joeyce. "Amy's a good girl," he said. "I recently set up a scholarship for her. If she gets into a top ten university, her tuition won't be a problem." "

That's great!" I said.

“Another five years…” he continued, “Actually, it’s the same. I also want to have another child with Joeyce.”

I looked at my wife; she stared at me wide-eyed. I had seen that look before, the first time I accepted his proposal—a look that was meaningless yet meant everything.

“I’m going to another room to make a call. You two can discuss it,” he said, then picked Amy up from the sofa and took her to the small room next door.

“What do we do?” I asked Joeyce.

“Have another one,” she replied. “We’ve been thinking about having another one anyway, so why not?”
“But I want my child to be mine!”

“Of course it’s your child. Isn’t Amy your child? Don’t you love Amy the same way you love Sam?”

“Of course I do.”

“So what’s the problem? You’re not happy about me having sex with him, are you?”

“I’ve never felt comfortable with it.”

“Heh, well, you’d better get used to it.”

What else could we do? If I lost my job, we’d have to sell the house and move to another city. And almost everyone we knew worked at the newspaper; it wasn't just a job, it was our entire living environment.

We had to do it; it felt like a responsibility. All my wife had to do was let him ejaculate into her uterus a few more times, and then our lives would continue as usual.

He went back to the living room, and I told him our thoughts. "When is your next period?" he asked Joeyce.

"Probably within a week!" she replied.

He stood up, took Joeyce's hand, and then kissed her gracefully. "I'll keep track," he said.

Joeyce approached the older man, pressed herself against him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on Joeyce's firm buttocks. They kissed, their tongues mingling, their bodies rubbing tightly together, seemingly passionate.

Their actions were ancient and simple, a pure form of sex; they didn't want to live together, nor did they want to know each other better, they were simply making love to have a child. They craved intercourse; they seemed perfectly suited to father their offspring.

“Stay tonight!” Joeyce told him.

The older man hesitated. “I have to go back to the city; my plane is waiting.”

“Just let it wait,” she suggested.

In response, the older man picked Joeyce up and began kissing her again, more passionately and intensely.

He lifted Joeyce’s t-shirt and began kneading her breasts through her bra. “Your breasts are much bigger now?” he asked, looking at Joeyce’s breasts.

“Suck them,” Joeyce whispered, completely ignoring my presence.

The older man held Joeyce, his large hands caressing her buttocks, her legs spread and wrapped around his waist. When he began to lick Joeyce’s soft breasts, she arched back, looking very pleased.

He first sucked on one nipple, then began to play with the other, and she began to laugh, clamping herself tightly around him.

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs," Joe told him.

He put her down, and they went upstairs hand in hand. Joe suddenly stopped and looked back at me, who was standing in the living room, waiting for the feeling of my penis returning.

"Put Amy on the bed, then come join us," she said with a smile, as if it were perfectly normal.

When I went into the bedroom, my wife and her wealthy lover were already naked, their limbs intertwined on our bed, passionately kissing.

Time and two pregnancies had left their mark on Joe; she was now 29, more alluring, with large breasts and enticing nipples. Her hair was still the same shiny blonde; her skin was still smooth and fair, and her belly was perfectly flat, with only a few wrinkles indicating her two pregnancies.

Her lover, on the other hand, looked worse; his age was clearly showing. He was balding, his belly looked large, and he now had prominent bags under his eyes.

I stood in the bedroom doorway watching them for a while. I could understand why she wanted this old man to fill her with his semen. He was a billionaire, he had come from a poor background, and he was still healthy at sixty-eight. What man could look better than him? But I didn't understand why she enjoyed having sex with him so much; his appearance was completely unattractive.

He pushed Joeyce down on the bed and spread her legs into an M shape, Joeyce's flower wide open, ready to be penetrated.

"Look at your wife, Rick, long blonde hair, smooth skin, full breasts, she's a perfect mother, not only lovely but also fertile. Math is a piece of cake for her, and she's willing to stay home and be a good wife and mother." His large hands roamed over Joeyce's body. "Just now, she told me that she had never been with any other man before she met you, except for me, of course. Can you give her enough love, Rick?"

Joeyce moaned softly under the man's caresses, eager to make love to him, struggling to get his thick, dark penis into her vagina. She gripped his penis, wanting to pull him in with both longing and tenderness.
"Okay!" I replied.

"Hehe, does watching us make love hurt you?"

"Of course!"

He chuckled. "But you've been fucking her for years, I think you wouldn't mind letting your benefactor enjoy her for a while, would you?"

He lay on top of Joeyce, kissing her, his knees pressing against her mons pubis, then he turned and spread Joeyce's legs. "When you make love, do you give her oral sex?"

"Yes!" I said.

"Let me see. Come on, tease your wife, you've used her whole body, haven't you? Now put your head between her legs!"

Joeyce looked at me expectantly; she looked very slender and very alluring.

He was right. Although I'm now the newspaper manager and editor-in-chief, and highly respected in our small town, it's all a lie. My position depends entirely on Joeyce and this old man. My real profession is being a cuckold! Being a ready-made father, this is all I deserve.

I climbed into bed and did as he said. While I was licking Joeyce, they were kissing. After a while, they switched positions, Joeyce started giving him a blowjob, and I was licking her clitoris.
"Move aside, Rick," he finally said, "I'm going to fuck your wife now, stand back and watch. Watch closely, see how much she likes me fucking her."

As he spoke, he took my place between Joeyce's legs, holding his thick, dark old penis, slowly squeezing the head into Joeyce's already soaking wet vagina.

Joeyce arched her back first, then pressed her vagina forcefully against him. When his penis was fully inside her young body, she groaned with satisfaction. All I could do was back away and watch this painful, humiliating scene.

The past five years had been happy; our family was harmonious, and we treated each other with respect. Our sex life was also enjoyable, but beneath this glamorous exterior, this scene haunted me.

Joeyce was willing to be fucked by this old man whenever he wanted; she was willing to be filled with his semen and carry his child. Not only because it would bring us a good life, but also because she wanted to get pregnant! Because she needed him—his time, his appreciation, his attention, and his semen. She wanted his kisses, his penis, and the pain and humiliation I suffered; my humiliation was part of their pleasure, which made them happy to continue fucking me like this.

He spread Joeyce's legs as wide as possible so I could clearly see his penis tightly wrapped around Joeyce's vagina. He began thrusting into her vagina, his body rising and falling on Joeyce, his powerful penis completely controlling her.

"Joyce has something special about her, the way she looks at me isn't like she looks at other fat old men, but like she looks at a powerful and charming person. Am I right, Joeyce?" "
Yes! Powerful and sexy."

"Do you still want me to get you pregnant?"

"Yes!"

"Ha, this feels so good, it's so good!"

With each word he spoke, he thrust hard into Joeyce's vagina.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked her, "Are you ready for me to cum inside you?"
"Yes, you just... just... ah... ah... cum inside me..."

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Joeyce reach orgasm in his arms, her juices splashing everywhere as she was fucked beneath his wealthy belly. He pulled his penis out and brought it to her mouth. Joeyce opened her mouth and took it in, sucking on it happily. His old penis was hard, throbbing in her mouth, still feeling the afterglow of ejaculation.
"Ah, so good!" he said.

[The End]

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