My wife is an AV actress 1-4

My Wife is an AV Actress
Published on 2014/06/05 in: Springtime Courtyard
(Part 1)
I've been sitting alone in the chairman's office for half an hour now.
My older brother, who didn't come home last night, is still nowhere to be seen. I sip the coffee my beautiful secretary brought me, idly admiring my brother's antique ornaments. Suddenly, a hearty laugh comes from outside the door. The voice precedes the person, and it's my older brother.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry. Half a year is too long. I completely forgot to pick him up from the airport." My brother pushes open the door.
"Brother." I go up and hug my brother. We haven't seen each other for half a year. Unsurprisingly,
my brother is covered in women's perfume, which is why he forgot to pick me up from the airport and didn't come home. But I'm used to it.
"Hahaha! How was it? Did you relax enough? Did you get to play with those golden cats?" My brother patted my shoulder hard.
Half a year ago, I took an extremely long vacation, citing excessive work pressure. Our company is basically a family business, and since my brother, who is in charge, strongly approved, other relatives couldn't object, so my leave was perfectly legitimate.
"Brother, I got married."
My brother had just pulled me to the seating area for his VIPs and asked me to sit down when he heard this, looking astonished: "What did you say?" "
I said I got married. I met a girl in France this time, and we got married in Rome two weeks ago."
My brother stared at me dumbfounded, just as his beautiful secretary, Xiaowen, entered with a cappuccino, his favorite drink. As soon as Xiaowen put down her cup and plate, her brother's right hand reached out and squeezed her round bottom. "Xiaowen, Guanjie said he got married. Your plan to woo the general manager is doomed!"
Xiaowen glared at her brother, her face flushed. Actually, everyone in the company had suspected that she and her brother had been having an affair, but they were usually very restrained in public. This sudden move surprised even me.
"The general manager got married? That means a lot of people in Taiwan will be crying tonight!" Xiaowen winked at me.
"Don't cry, don't cry, you still have me! Let me wipe Xiaowen's tears tonight!" As he spoke, her brother's hand reached for Xiaowen's pert bottom again. Xiaowen laughed and ran away, hiding by the door and saying, "Even if I wanted to please the chairman, I wouldn't dare to upset the madam!" Her brother glared at her, puffing out his beard and staring as she slipped out the door.
Her brother was actually unmarried, a standard billionaire bachelor. However, he had a girlfriend he'd been dating for ten years. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, his "official" girlfriend's position remained unshaken.
No matter how many socialites or movie stars she encountered, their time with her never exceeded a month, and they would immediately break off the relationship as soon as it was reported—a tactic that never failed. A big star in the film industry once tried to challenge the wife, relying on her high profile. She frequently appeared in the media to expose her relationship with the older brother and assert her dominance. The older brother not only immediately cut off all contact with her, but also indirectly caused the actress to be unable to work for two years.
The older brother's wife had no glamorous background or connections; she was just a simple woman who took on occasional interior design work. But once you met her, you would know that she was anything but simple, and you would understand why the older brother, even if he didn't marry her, couldn't bear to let her go.
"Come on, tell me what your wife is like," the older brother said, taking a sip of coffee.
*** *** *** ***
I met my wife while traveling.
Since entering the workforce, I've long wanted to avoid romantic entanglements. Even though my acquaintances were all socialites and beautiful women, each showering me with flirtatious glances and expressions of affection, I never attempted to enter into a romantic relationship. Romantic burdens were too troublesome. Moreover, after taking over the family business with my brother, the influence of political marriages became even more pronounced. Judging who was benefiting and who had ulterior motives was a trivial matter that left me utterly uninterested.
However, I'm not averse to women. During my eight years of single life, besides meeting with the "Tenth Princess," I was a regular at various hotels and nightclubs. My brother often joked that I was wasting my time on free personal toys at work instead of using them. But for me, the simplest way to satisfy sexual desire is through open communication. Unexpectedly, over time, I've also lost the ability to easily chat with women.
Aside from purely business dealings, my everyday social skills—flirting and chatting casually with strange women—have almost completely atrophied. So, on this trip, apart from a smooth conversation with my sister in England, I encountered obstacles everywhere. Forget about goldfish; I couldn't even strike up a conversation with a woman who speaks Chinese and has black hair like me, simply because I stutter whenever a woman tries to talk to me, let alone strike up a conversation.
Unexpectedly, I met her in France, experiencing the legendary love at first sight. Only then did I believe in love at first sight, and that it was an irresistible, overwhelming force.
She, like me, was a traveler, equally fond of comfort, avoiding the arduous journeys of backpackers, staying in upscale hotels, enjoying fine dining, and leisurely time.
I first met her in the hotel's lobby bar; despite the dim lighting, she was breathtakingly beautiful. I ordered her a drink, which she smiled at, raised her glass, and downed in one gulp.
Whether it was my greedy gaze that moved her, or the tip I slipped to the bartender that spoke well of me, she actually came towards me with the third drink I had given her. Guided by the magic of love at first sight, I not only didn't stutter, but even my usual confident and poised demeanor in business settings paled in comparison.
Even though she had a beautiful Asian face, she spoke to me in charmingly accented French, but that didn't faze me, a fluent speaker of six languages. She was ecstatic with my teasing, ordering drink after drink, while the bartender practically stood beside our table waiting for service.
We chatted endlessly, about everything under the sun, rarely touching on our social status. It wasn't a conversation for a one-night stand; rather, social status seemed utterly unimportant to us. Like longtime friends, our interests were so similar, even our favorite and least favorite celebrities were identical. That night,
I didn't go into her room. Instead, I helped her back to my own room, pretending not to see the meaningful look in her eyes. No rush. I want this woman for life; there's no need to rush it over tonight.
That night, all I knew about her background was that she was Japanese, a former actress, and now on a relaxing trip after leaving the stage. She didn't ask a single question about me. I had no doubt I'd test whether she was after my money or truly loved me, because either way, I was determined to have this woman.
The next day, I launched a relentless pursuit, starting with breakfast delivered to her room, followed by a Seine River cruise, flowers, and fine wine—a whole day filled with lavish gifts. But she wasn't overjoyed by these activities or even the diamond necklace I gave her; at least not outwardly. She simply chatted and laughed with me as she had the night before, making me feel like I was basking in a spring breeze. If this was just acting, a game of cat and mouse, then I'd gladly fall for it.
That night we didn't return to the hotel; in the luxury yacht I'd rented, there was only one suite.
"Today is the most perfect day of my life in the last twenty-eight years," I couldn't help but say, looking at her breathtakingly beautiful face.
She looked at me with deep affection, wrapped her arms around my neck, and smiled, "You really know how to charm a girl."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Heaven and earth bear witness, I swear..." Before I could finish speaking, she kissed me: "Just coax me, what's the big deal? Why swear?" She glared at me with a thousand charming glances.
I felt as if my soul had been captivated by her, and I hugged her tightly with a slightly frenzied intensity. "Be gentle," she whispered in my ear.
How could I possibly resist at that moment? I pulled her onto the bed, my hands roaming haphazardly over her body. She breathed softly, her small hands beginning to undo my belt. Hearing her seductive panting, I couldn't resist sealing her lips with mine, engaging in a real battle of wits with her tongue.
Although I'd been single for eight years, I was used to dealing with women in the pleasure quarters, and I wasn't some novice in bed. Unexpectedly, in the fierce exchange of words, I was completely outmatched, as if guided by her fragrant tongue, letting her tease my mouth, unable to stop.
While her tongue fueled my desire, my belt had long since been thrown off the bed, and my waistband was ripped open. Her delicate hands penetrated the enemy camp, beginning to play with my manhood. I let out a comfortable gasp; it felt so good. Her soft little hands seemed to possess a magical power, kneading me with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I felt like I was about to ejaculate as soon as I started masturbating—a feeling I'd never experienced before, not even when I first tasted the forbidden fruit.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her lips and instead attacked her snow-white neck, gently nibbling at her earlobe. I didn't want her to misunderstand and think I was just using her as a sexual object. Even though she couldn't possibly know I'd been dealing with prostitutes for the past eight years, the sublime love I unconsciously felt for her compelled me to separate her from those people. I wanted not only for myself to be satisfied, but also for the one I loved.
"Wow, so thick!" she whispered in my ear, this time in Japanese. This one sentence triggered a sudden surge of arousal, and my penis swelled even more.
"Amazing!" she exclaimed, staring at my now fully exposed member.
This was bad news; I hadn't even taken off a single piece of her beautiful clothing yet, and I already felt my ejaculation was about to be over. "Wait a minute." I couldn't help but stop her mischievous little hands, pulling her hand to my face. Gaining a little breathing space, she looked at me strangely.
I pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and casually unhooked her bra. As the straps slipped off her shoulders, she blushed for the first time. "Don't take off your bra!" she cried, crossing her arms, refusing to let it come off. A
mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I turned to her private area, scratching it with my finger. "So wet, Xiaozhi." She let out a soft moan, pulling her hands away from her bra, trying to stop my mischievous hands. The bra slipped down, revealing her large, round breasts, which I estimated to be at least a G.
I knew she had a full bust when she was wearing a form-fitting dress and spending the morning with me, but I didn't expect that it would still be the real deal after she took off her bra, not just a visual effect created by a bra. The only drawback was that, due to the unavoidable effect of gravity, her breasts didn't appear as perky as those of C-cup or D-cup girls, but this only showed that she was definitely not a beauty who had undergone cosmetic surgery, and that she already had very firm breasts.
I let out a heartfelt exclamation, looking at her slightly pink nipples, and couldn't help but ask, "What's Xiaozhi's bra size?"
"H...h...la! Oh, you're making me so itchy!"
While admiring her beautiful body, my hands weren't idle either; one hand grabbed her H-cup breasts, and the other was already exploring her wonderful wet cave. She gently grasped my hands as they penetrated her body, her neck tilting back unconsciously, revealing an expression of pleasure.
But what was surprising was the tightness my fingers felt. I had only inserted one finger, yet her vagina seemed to have a suction force, constantly squeezing and pressing against it. The high-class treatment she received from just that one finger made it easy to imagine the enthusiastic reception my penis would receive during intercourse.
I increased the speed of my thrusts, adding two more fingers to simulate the size of my penis; I didn't want my large member to hurt her. I'd seen prostitutes beg for mercy and even bleed beneath me before, but her vagina seemed to expand and contract freely, easily sucking in my fingers and then tightly enveloping them, warm and slippery, squeezing and pressing. This must be what a truly exceptional vagina looks like!
Without hesitation, I stripped her naked in one go, thrusting my penis into her narrow body. She let out a captivating moan, swaying with my movements.
The worst thing a woman can do is lie in bed like a dead fish; even experienced prostitutes are not immune to this. They think they're beautiful and have a great figure, lying in bed waiting for a man to poke them, symbolically wriggling a few times. Whenever I encounter such a woman, I immediately call it quits and never see her again. But this captivating beauty beneath me wasn't just symbolically trembling; she was swaying to the maximum extent in sync with my position, as if we were sexual partners who had been together hundreds of times.
Her movements, coordinated with my hip thrusts, maximized the depth of my penetration and minimized my physical exertion. With ease, I thrust deep into her with each stroke, feeling her amazing embrace and heat. My penis seemed to be drawn to her, pumping in and out on its own.
"Ah...ah...ah...it's been so long since I've felt this good..." she moaned ecstatically.
I obeyed her command and continued my relentless thrusting. After a while of frontal thrusting, I flipped her over, bracing myself on the bed with my hands, and entered her from behind in my favorite position.
"Ah...ah...so...so good..." she began to murmur in dreamy Japanese.
I held her waist and thrust back and forth. This position was not only my favorite, but also, through frequent practice, I knew it was the best way to penetrate a woman's deepest depths. With the ease and practice of the position, I finally regained some control. I felt the beauty beneath me becoming weak and limp, her hands supporting her on the bed gradually collapsing.
I pressed against her beautiful back, biting her earlobe, and continued my frenzied thrusting: "Is it good?" She didn't answer, but turned her head and passionately returned my kiss. By this time, she was too weak to support herself on the bed anymore, lying completely prone, only her upturned buttocks still raised to receive my thrusts.
After another five minutes of thrusting, I reached out and grasped her enormous breasts, which I couldn't quite hold, and with a spasm from her, I ejaculated.
I held her, collapsing onto the large bed, but didn't withdraw my penis. She nestled in my arms, seemingly still savoring the afterglow of our lovemaking, breathing softly without speaking.
"Xiao Zi, you're truly perfect," I said sincerely.
She rolled over, her face flushed, and looked at me. "You are! I've never met such a gentle man."
My penis withdrew from her body, and semen flowed out of her vagina in large quantities, indicating that I had ejaculated quite a lot. Looking at the gushing semen, she said shyly, "It's so hot down there."
I couldn't help but tease her, "Which part do you mean?" She glared at me reproachfully, then lowered herself down and took my newly climax into her mouth.
This wasn't the first time I'd received an oral cleaning service, but even my relatively insensitive mouth couldn't withstand the power of her nimble tongue. How could my sensitive, impulsive little one resist?
It seemed her intention was just an oral cleaning, so she only licked the semen around my penis clean before looking up at me and saying, "Right here!" But seeing the white liquid remaining at the corner of her mouth, coupled with the stimulation from her little mouth, my little one had already turned back into a big one, ready to go.
Seeing my embarrassed expression, she realized I was hard again. She didn't seem to mind at all, smiled, and pressed herself against me, whispering in my ear, "It's my turn to make you feel good!" Before I could even savor the rich, elastic feel of her large breasts pressed against my chest, her small hands were already servicing my penis.
Her hands must have some magical power, perhaps related to her flawless skin; the touch of her delicate fingers was no less than that of her top-tier vagina, but the flexibility and versatility of a tenth-generation girl far surpassed the mere tightness of a vaginal wall. I felt her hands gently grasping, thrusting, stroking, rubbing… the endless techniques were something even I, with my considerable experience with tenth-generation girls, couldn't match.
While rubbing my penis, her nimble tongue began to lick my entire body, now teasing my nipples. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my muscles trembling.
"Not enough yet!" she whispered in my ear, releasing my nipples. Just as I was about to protest her letting go of my hands and stopping her service, her lovely little mouth filled the spot on my penis.
"Ah..." This time I couldn't bear it any longer and cried out. This wonderful feeling even surpassed the sensation of being inside her vagina just now. I felt her mouth mimicking the walls of her vagina, squeezing my penis tightly, while her playful and nimble tongue circled and slid over my glans.
Looking down at her as she diligently swallowed and sipped my penis, it was a truly magnificent visual feast, and my penis appeared especially large against the backdrop of her small mouth.
Suddenly, she increased the speed of her swallowing, and with each swallow, my glans reached all the way to her throat. Under this dual impact of sight and touch, I ejaculated on the tenth thrust. Although I tried to pull my penis out by supporting her head before ejaculating, she hugged me back, letting me ejaculate entirely into her mouth.
After a moment of exhaustion, she endured my ejaculation for about four or five seconds before slowly spitting out my penis and spitting the semen onto her hand.
She playfully kissed my penis and asked cheerfully, "Was it good?"
"Nothing could be better," I sighed, shaking my head, and hugged her tightly.
That night, we were inseparable, making love twice more in the bathroom and once more on the deck after dismissing the servants, until dawn before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. I never imagined I could ejaculate so many times in one night, and I was still amazed when I woke up at noon.
As I opened my eyes, looking for her who wasn't beside me, she pushed open the cabin door and entered. She was biting into a slice of toast, holding a plate full of sandwiches and two cups of coffee, wearing only my shirt and underwear. Seeing her outfit almost sparked another fight, but thankfully I resisted the urge as she laughed and hugged me while feeding me breakfast.
"Sleepyhead, at least finish your breakfast first!" she said, gently kissing my nose.
I silently berated myself for my foolishness while reminding myself not to harm my health. I'm not the kind of guy who can't live without women every night; such an overexertion would have unimaginable consequences. Strangely, despite it being the most outrageous night in my sexual history, I woke up feeling refreshed and without any back pain.
We spent another three days together in Paris, but it wasn't as passionate as that night; at most, it was just tender lovemaking before falling asleep. Most of the time was spent chatting, about scenery, interesting stories, and travel experiences. Three days later, her visa expired, and she ran out of money. She had originally planned to end her trip that day, but she reluctantly said goodbye. I didn't say much, just gently hugged her and whispered sweet nothings, because I had made arrangements three days earlier.
Just as she was packing her luggage to head to the airport, the extended visa I had arranged and the first-class ticket to Rome, along with a bouquet of flowers, were placed at her door.
I sat in the hotel lobby with my simple luggage, watching her walk towards me with tears in her eyes. "Shall we get married in Rome?" I whispered in her ear as she threw herself into my arms.
*** *** *** ***
"That's it? You two just got married like that?" My brother stared at me, his eyes wide.
"Of course not. She actually rejected me at first. She only said that she loved me very much and wanted to be with me, but she was only 25 and hadn't thought about marriage yet."
"I mean, you just decided to marry her like that? Just because she's good in bed?" My brother looked at me incredulously.
"We only spent that one day in bed, okay?" I said irritably. "Brother, you don't understand. She has a kind of magic for me. I feel happy just talking to her."
"Okay, maybe I don't understand." My brother patted my shoulder. "Since that's the case, it seems you've really found true love. So when are you going to have a wedding?"
"Sister-in-law is also your true love, it's just that you won't admit it. I'm more honest." I said dismissively.
"Talking about me?" Speak of the devil. At that moment, my sister-in-law pushed open the door and entered, carrying a stack of official documents.
My sister-in-law's beautiful and refined face immediately brightened the large space. Her slender waist was also adorned with a pair of undisguised, ample breasts, which bounced with her open collar.
As my sister-in-law entered and exited the chairman's office, Xiaowen naturally didn't need to, and dared not, announce it beforehand. Caught off guard, my brother hurriedly stood up with me to greet this perfect woman. But my sister-in-law didn't even glance at him, placing the documents on the table herself. She smiled at me first: "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?" I nodded, and she smiled and said, "Just got back from abroad, don't work too hard, you need to adjust to the time difference!" As she spoke, she walked towards the door.
"You didn't come home last night, and I thought you'd need these documents today, so I brought them for you on my way." Her tone turned cold, and she turned to push open the door without looking back.
"Hey, hey... Xiaowei, Guanjie said he got married, did you know?"
My sister-in-law turned around and glared at him. "When I went to pick him up at the airport yesterday, Guanjie had already told everyone. I even saw the lovely Xiaozhi. Who else would be so engrossed in playing that they forgot to go home?" After saying that, my sister-in-law pushed open the door and left.
I looked at my brother with a questioning gaze. "Your sister-in-law had a great time chatting with us yesterday!"
My brother's face turned pale. "It's all because of that Chen Zhiyi."
(To be continued) (II) Xiaoyi
I had heard of Chen Zhiyi before my long holiday. I remembered that she was a staff member in the foreign exchange department of a bank. Although our company is a multinational corporation, the bank we originally cooperated with was not that company. So how we got in touch is another complicated and bizarre story.
I've never directly verified this with my brother. After all, I've always been indifferent to his romantic escapades, and I trust him to never prioritize company interests over his romantic escapades; otherwise, the board wouldn't be so supportive.
So, I heard this whole rumor from Xiaowen. When it comes to company matters, those in administration know best how to read the game, but they can always embellish it.
Apparently, the other company's sales team came to our company to boost their sales. Initially, it seemed to be a man and a woman who were reluctantly received by our CEO, who then politely declined—which is perfectly reasonable. There's no reason for a company to suddenly turn against you when things are going well. Integrity has always been a core value that our company has valued most since our fathers' generation.
But here's the twist and turn: Xiaowen spoke with great seriousness about the CEO's absurd and bizarre behavior. Why was the CEO himself, in a position of power, negotiating with a junior salesperson when the business should not have been rejected by the CEO in the first place? It turned out that the reason lay with the female salesperson among the man and woman.
Xiaowen deliberately lowered her voice as she said this, and it was because of her strange demeanor that I remembered this gossip that I didn't care about at all. The CEO actually... demanded that the female salesperson perform oral sex on him in the meeting room in exchange for the contract. I've disliked this CEO since the first day he joined the company; he has the face of a treacherous, opportunistic, and sycophantic minister. So even though I knew that Xiaowen and the others liked to exaggerate when they gossiped, and that the CEO would never make such an absurd request in broad daylight in the office, I still believed him without hesitation, secretly cursing him for making an impossible promise to deceive people.
The female salesperson was naturally furious and turned to leave. The male salesperson didn't dare utter a sound and followed suit with his tail between his legs. Little did he know that the story would take a turn with this male salesperson.
More than a month later, the male salesperson shamelessly came to visit again. The CEO initially refused him outright, but somehow after making him sit there for over an hour, he finally let him into the CEO's office. How did he get into the office? The messenger, unable to resist Xiaowen's combined persuasion, secretly revealed the inside story. It turned out it was related to a USB. After he delivered it to the CEO's office, the CEO immediately invited him in.
And how did this involve Chen Zhiyi? Of course, it was related to the content of the USB! Some say it was a candid shot up her skirt, others say it was a self-introduction (which really made me laugh out loud), but in any case, the protagonist of the USB was Chen Zhiyi. As soon as the male salesperson left the office, the CEO came to my brother with the USB to present it to him.
"Hmph, not surprising at all." I remember that was my reaction when I first heard that.
The two of them had a secret meeting in the chairman's office for a while, and the male salesperson received a loan agreement for our company's latest construction project, while the company's foreign exchange contacts began to reach out to the bank.
At this point in the story, I went abroad to relax.
"Chen Zhiyi? That foreign exchange specialist? What happened to her?" It's been half a year now; given my brother's usual efficiency, he should have already finished with her and was looking for his next target.
"Your brother went to dinner with her yesterday!" My brother slumped back in his sofa chair, unconsciously spinning his chairman's chair. He only did that when he was thinking, and a romantic affair was making him think? This really surprised me.
"Just dinner?" Of course, I didn't believe it.
"And a hot spring too!" My brother stopped spinning his chair, raised his hand and said, "But that's really it, and she even wore a swimsuit to the hot spring. Can you believe it?" My brother
never lies to me; he won't say things he doesn't want to say, but what he tells me is never false. I sat down opposite him: "Why did this take so long?"
"Sigh, it's complicated! Anyway, yesterday was their first date." My brother waved his hand impatiently. This is the situation he didn't want to talk about, but luckily I didn't care too much.
"It was only the first date, and your sister-in-law is already like this?" I can't say for sure, but my sister-in-law's demeanor is something I've never seen before, not even my mother, who has been voted a model wife in the business world for dozens of years. Last time, my brother hooked up with a Korean star, a half-Japanese, half-Korean, half-German, who was so hot and sexy that it was astonishing. Major magazines all named her the most beautiful woman in Asia, and even Next Magazine used a huge page to attack my sister-in-law, saying that she had met her "greatest rival in life."
But my sister-in-law didn't utter a sound, and continued to happily do her interior design. Of course, the paparazzi from Next Magazine didn't have the guts to come to her house to take pictures, and only dared to take pictures from a distance in public places, and didn't even bother with interviews. Every day, I'd take pictures of her shopping, visiting book clubs, libraries, social welfare centers, and animal shelters. Every photo featured her signature cheerful smile; I couldn't even get a picture of her picking her nose. Of course, the editor-in-chief gave me a severe dressing-down, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Sure enough, a month later, the actress and the older brother broke up immediately, and she flew to Hollywood to film a movie, carrying her high profile from their outings together. Even during their passionate romance, the older brother went to work as usual, occasionally coming home for dinner. My sister-in-law never gave him a hard time, never asked him a question, and her cooking remained as delicious as ever. A month before and a month after, it was as if nothing had happened to our family.
"Xiaowei was also present when I first met Xiaoyi. It was at a banquet—organized by that bank, of course. Our company's business was practically tied to our original partner bank long ago. Even if I wanted to sacrifice the company's interests, I couldn't just switch. So Wenjun came up with another way to cooperate with them."
Wenjun is our CEO. He was personally hired by my brother during the company's restructuring in his third year as chairman, specifically to plan the company's strategic goals. Although I dislike his cunning appearance, I have to admit that he does have a knack for foresight. In recent years, the company's business has flourished. Besides my brother's exquisite management skills and bold approach to personnel management, Wenjun's contributions to planning and strategizing are undeniable.
"The whole plan has been going on for half a year, and it's finally come to this. Xiaowei actually said that very night after meeting Xiaoyi, she didn't want me to have anything to do with Xiaoyi," my brother said with a bitter face.
"Why? Does she have a husband?" My brother never minded fantasizing about married women; the only difference was whether he was discreet or overt. Playing with married women was actually safer than with single women. As long as he managed the surrounding loopholes, married women's emotional entanglements or demands for money were easier to handle than single women who fantasized about marrying into wealth. Most of the time, it was just a simple physical exploration. And my brother usually didn't just maintain such simple physical relationships for a month. For example, I know that Mary, the wife of the vice president of the business department, would occasionally go on "rural inspections" with my brother. Perhaps this is the reason why the sister-in-law rejects Xiaoyi?
"It's true that she's married, but this isn't the first time I've slept with a married woman!" the older brother said, spreading his hands. "Married women offer more variety and are easier to deal with. What's wrong with that?"
Sure enough. The reason why the sister-in-law rejects Xiaoyi's long-term contact with the older brother must be related to her own "character". "So what does Xiaoyi look like?"
"I forgot you've never seen her. I didn't bring the video with me, so I can't show you now. Anyway..." The older brother made a "tsk tsk" sound, seemingly still wanting more, and continued, "In all of Taiwan, only Xiaowei can probably rival her! Both are top-tier beauties, with slender limbs, yet both have prominent breasts and full hips. If I had to compare, Xiaoyi would probably be a cup size bigger." As he spoke, the older brother held up his hand to show his breasts.
Seeing his lustful expression, I was genuinely startled. No wonder my sister-in-law is so cautious and fearful. My brother, who has plenty of experience in the world of prostitution
, is acting like this. It seems that Xiao Yi is indeed extraordinary. "But Xiao Wei's advantage lies in her elegant temperament. If her breasts were bigger, it wouldn't have the same effect. On the other hand, Xiao Yi has an innocent baby face, coupled with her shockingly large breasts. She looks exactly like a child-faced, big-breasted, slutty girl straight out of an AV. The two are quite different." My brother said in a matter-of-fact tone.
I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. So, my brother still can't let go of my sister-in-law's stunning beauty. He's just lusting after Xiao Yi's youthful body. Although I'm related to my brother by blood, we've known each other for ten years, lived under the same roof, and I've had a relationship with my sister-in-law for a long time. No matter what, I've truly come to consider her my sister-in-law. If my brother suddenly falls for someone else, I
might be even more heartbroken than she is. My brother seemed a little displeased with my listless attitude, and said unhappily, "I thought you'd changed your gender after getting married and would be more interested in women. Aren't you curious about what's in that USB?"
"What is it?" I had no choice but to go along with his tone.
"Last night, we had dinner at a French restaurant, and then I drove her to Beitou." I knew my brother would be annoyed by my indifferent attitude, and he'd deliberately keep quiet about what he wanted to say. But when this guy really wants to tell you something, you can't stop him. I'm used to it, so I won't call him out.
"Really? She just agreed to go to the hot springs like that? Doesn't she have a husband?" I'm definitely more interested in the hot spring trip now. What could a USB drive possibly have? At most, upskirt shots, or maybe nude photos. Could it really be some kind of "Come fuck me and introduce yourself" video?
"Of course I mentioned it when I invited her. For her company's case, I specifically asked her to be the contact person, and I praised her as the most promising specialist, saying only she could handle this case well for the company. Billions!"
"Billions for a free hot spring trip, that's more expensive than Scully Joe Hansen!" I stuck out my tongue.
My brother picked up the official documents my sister-in-law brought and tapped me on the head: "Stop talking nonsense. Do you think I'm that ungrateful? Of course, this billion is still beneficial to us. Otherwise, why would we have to plan for half a year?"
Of course, I completely trust my brother. Besides, if my brother had messed things up, those weird uncles and aunts on the board would have been after him for the past six months.
"Anyway, when we got to the hot spring resort, this little girl actually got shy. I soaked in the huge hot spring all by myself for a full half hour, my skin was almost raw, and she finally came out wrapped in a towel." The older brother said indignantly, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his tone, as if he were back at the scene.
"I was so annoyed, my penis was practically cooked, but then she wrapped herself in a towel and tried to cover herself up, and all my anger vanished, replaced by lust. Haha! Haha!" My brother couldn't help but laugh smugly. "Because I had already instructed that the large towels could only be kept in the men's changing room, and only the small towels were allowed in the women's changing room. It seems she hid in the changing room for half an hour, just to find something to cover herself up, and maybe she even pressed the service bell. But of course, she couldn't call for help! Who would dare to bother me?"
Even I laughed when I heard this; my brother always got so animated when talking about playing with women.
"That bath towel, actually, was two... This girl is quite the genius; she actually spent half an hour in the changing room doing handicrafts, twisting the two bath towels together to make one big bath towel." The older brother gestured with his hand: "But it only just covers her little honey pot, the upper half of her southern hemisphere, and a section of her navel is still sticking out. Tell me, how can I still be angry?"
Indeed, this scene, both funny and erotic, what man could possibly be angry after seeing it?
"Her skin was so white and radiant, it seemed to shimmer even wrapped in a large white bath towel, rivaling Xiaowei's naturally fair complexion. But the way her breasts bounced was something Xiaowei couldn't match; even though she was just walking step by step, her breasts looked like they were about to fall out. My god, it made me incredibly hard." "
And you still say you only soaked in the hot spring?" I glared at him, annoyed.
"General Manager, calm down, calm down." My brother teased me, "She really just soaked in the hot spring. You know your brother never uses force, let alone dirty tricks. Who knew she'd play hard to get for so long, touching and rubbing against me, and I finally managed to coax her off her towel, only to find she was wearing a bikini underneath! Who wears a bikini to a hot spring these days? How am I supposed to enjoy myself like that? She was clearly not cooperating!"
"At least she wasn't wearing a one-piece swimsuit, that's giving you face." I chuckled.
"Get out of here!" My brother pretended to be angry, picking up a document as if to hit me.
"Haha, Chairman, please continue with your work." I said, standing up.
My older brother also got up and put his arm around my shoulder to see me off: "You can handle the wedding arrangements yourself, whether you want it to be big or low-key. I'll support you. Just let me know when you get home. Tell Xiaowei I'll be home for dinner tonight. I have to take Wenjun to a meeting later, so I can't keep you company. Go to the company and familiarize yourself with the work!" As if remembering something, he added, "Oh, and remember to say a good word for me to Xiaowei! Xiaoyi and I are fine, don't worry!" My older brother patted my shoulder and let me leave the office alone.
(To be continued) (III)
Xiaowen wasn't at her seat; perhaps she had gone somewhere to deliver some documents.
I strolled around, greeting my long-unseen colleagues along the way, and returned to my office on the 11th floor.
The office was already filled with flowers and gifts to welcome everyone back to work. I casually opened a light purple envelope in the flower basket on my desk. It was from Lisa, the sales manager. Besides the welcoming greetings, the card also included the line, "This time you can't escape!" and a bunch of lipstick marks, which made me both laugh and cry.
I wonder how fast and far the news of my marriage can spread? With Xiaowen's connections, it's probably spread throughout the entire head office by now!
Lost in thought, my screen flickered. It was an email from my brother, the subject line of which was: "This is Xiaoyi," with a photo and an MP4 file attached. I clicked on the photo; it looked like Xiaoyi's ID photo from work. She was indeed a very cute girl, with a delicate face and a slightly childish look. She didn't look like a working woman at all; she looked more like a high school girl trying on her mother's clothes. The half-body photo didn't show her figure. Besides looking like a teenager, I couldn't see anything special about her.
After scrutinizing her for a while, I could barely make out that she was indeed very fair-skinned, without a single blemish on her face. But it's all just a lie; something that can be easily fixed with Photoshop doesn't mean anything. I casually deleted the photo and opened the MP4 file.
Suddenly, a series of lewd sounds startled me, and I quickly turned the speaker volume down. All I could hear was a melodious female voice moaning ecstatically, "Ah! Ah! Ah... Brother... You... Ahhhhhh..." The scene appeared to be a small bathroom, where a muscular man was pinning a girl against the wall, her left leg held in his hand as he vigorously thrust into her.
I don't usually watch porn, but this sudden erotic spectacle left me stunned. The image quality was so clear; the man was muscular, and the woman had an impressive bust. Could this be an adult film that Taiwan planned to release in Japan? But upon closer inspection, the woman pinned against the wall was none other than Xiao Yi.
With each thrust of his penis, her high, firm breasts swayed and bounced. She was truly a stunning beauty, radiating dynamism. Even in the dim light, her skin appeared snow-white against the man's strong, dark complexion, arousing an urge to grasp her ample breasts. I couldn't help but compare her to Xiao Zi in my mind.
*** *** *** ***
After relentlessly pursuing her, exhausting all my strength, almost threatening suicide to prove I couldn't live without her, Xiao Zi finally accepted my proposal. During
this time, besides pleading and begging her to spend her life with me, I also took her sightseeing throughout beautiful Rome. Rome is truly a city brimming with artistic atmosphere. Except for showing a contradictory expression of confusion and joy when I pursued her, Xiao Zi remained a perfect companion. We marveled at these centuries-old crystallizations of human culture and, unsurprisingly, reached a consensus that we had fallen in love with a small chapel designed by Michelangelo.
So when she accepted my proposal, I practically knelt before the priest, begging him to let me put the wedding ring I'd bought in France on Xiaozhi's finger in the church. Because this church had played a significant role in a bestselling novel a few years prior, it was packed with tourists, making it impossible to move. The chapel, overwhelmed by the crowds, simply closed to visitors during services, allowing them only to take photos at the entrance.
Perhaps moved by my persistent pleas over several days, the priest finally granted my request. I was able to put the wedding ring on Xiaozhi's finger in the chapel, and the priest even officiated our marriage! The tourists blocked outside the church by the barricades didn't protest at all; instead, they offered their blessings, cheering and wishing us a lifetime of happiness.
I'll never forget the smile Xiaozhi showed at that moment.
After the proposal, it was as if some kind of seal had been broken between us. Although I still loved and respected her immensely, we no longer adhered to any gentlemanly conduct or slept in separate rooms. We began our nightly lovemaking. Rome, which we had already explored to the fullest, no longer held any novelty, but our exploration of each other's bodies felt like a new discovery every day.
For example, I discovered a small, star-shaped mole on the inside of Xiaozhi's left breast, usually sandwiched between her large breasts. If it weren't for my sudden urge that day to experience what it felt like to be suffocated by an H-cup, I really wouldn't have noticed it. And her most sensitive spot wasn't her vagina or her pink nipples, but the back of her snow-white neck. A mere breath from me could make her go limp, and a kiss or lick there would send shivers down her spine. Seeing her gently furrow her brow, enjoying my caresses of her neck, always made my blood boil. I never tired of that expression, whether it was during orgasm or the first time I penetrated her that night; her expression always captivated me.
Perhaps it was related to her theatrical training? These past few days, we've gradually talked more about our families. Before we got married, she already knew about my family background, and I also learned that she was the eldest daughter in her family, with two younger brothers. Her family wasn't particularly wealthy, as her father was a drunkard who spent his days drinking and doing nothing. The family's income depended entirely on her meager earnings from the theater and her mother's odd jobs. It
wasn't until two years ago, when she escaped the constraints of that family, that she gradually began to accumulate savings, but those days of hedonism had already drained her dry. So, once she had enough savings, she quit her theater job and went abroad to relax and recharge. This
relentlessly indulgent lifestyle became a habit; even last night, before disembarking from the plane, the flight attendant had to force a smile and politely ask her to leave the restroom. Luckily, we were first-class passengers, and we occupied the restroom for over an hour before being dragged out—it's funny to think about.
Last night, in the empty house, we played a rather daring game.
"Honey... let's go back to the room!" Xiao Zi pleaded in a low voice.
"I can't wait any longer!" I said, pushing her hands away and unbuttoning her shirt. Honestly, why wear something with buttons undone?
"My sister-in-law is in the study!" Xiao Zi's legs intertwined with mine, trying to break free with the slightest movement, but this not only couldn't stop me, the touch of her legs only fueled my desire.
"She's far away, she can't hear us!" I had already unbuttoned the last button, and her shirt suddenly opened. "Wow! Xiaozhi, you're not wearing a bra, and you said you didn't want one." My big mouth was already biting her nipple, sucking and licking.
"Ah...ah...I didn't say I didn't want one, I just wanted to go back to my room!" Xiaozhi decided to give up struggling, hugging my big head tightly with both hands, enjoying the pleasure from her nipples.
"Xiaozhi, keep squeezing me, it feels so good!" I said indistinctly while sucking on her bouncy and soft breasts.
"Pervert." Xiaozhi slapped my shoulder, cursing, but her jade legs obediently continued to rub against mine. It was a hot day, and although the air conditioning was on 24 hours a day, we were still wearing shorts and short sleeves at home, so the exposed skin gave us the greatest stimulation.
Xiao Zi hummed softly—she knew I loved hearing her gentle, seductive moans—as she reached out and pulled out my penis, stroking it. This was the biggest difference between Xiao Zi and many women; she seemed born to please men, not just because of her figure, but because she knew how to give men maximum satisfaction.
From our very first encounter, she easily controlled my senses, and after becoming familiar with each other's bodies, she was even more adept and skilled. Her stroking was neither too fast nor too slow, maintaining a sufficient level of stimulation without overstimulating me. Because she knew I didn't like ejaculating in her hand, I always wanted us to reach orgasm together, and she considerately fulfilled my wish.
"Oh, so good, Xiaozhi! What kind of Xiaozhi meal is it today?" I had already started biting her neck, my hands constantly kneading and squeezing her large breasts, the sensation was absolutely perfect.
"Today Xiaozhi is on top, Master can just enjoy it." Xiaozhi replied breathlessly, her vagina was so wet that even my pants were soaked.
Xiaozhi struggled to break free from my clutches and pressed me down onto the sofa. The sofa chair in our living room was designed by my sister-in-law, combining beauty and comfort, but its irregular shape prevented me from lying flat, so I could only lean back slightly, watching Xiaozhi pull her knee-length shorts and underwear down to her feet, but not completely off her left leg, hanging there swaying precariously.
I began to understand Xiaozhi's scheme, but I didn't rush to expose her. I let her wear a coquettish expression, pull down my pants, and start enjoying my ministrations with her mouth.
I couldn't help but whistle, a sound loud enough to echo throughout the entire 80-square-meter house. Xiaozhi glared at me and slapped my stomach hard. Although I have quite a bit of flesh here, it still hurt quite a bit. Before I could even feel the pain, my entire body was overwhelmed by another sensation.
"So refreshing!" Xiaozhi had somehow already taken my empty drink; the glass was completely empty, and needless to say, the remaining ice cubes were already in her mouth.
The warm, enveloping sensation of her small mouth, combined with the sudden, intense stimulation of the ice cube—this rudimentary technique of experiencing five extremes of ice and fire—when paired with Xiao Zi's skillful and adept mouth, transformed into an astonishingly powerful martial art! I let out a low growl of pleasure, though I wasn't even sure if I truly wanted my sister-in-law to hear. But I was certain I couldn't forget the time years ago when my older brother deliberately let me hear her moaning so wildly, a sound completely at odds with her noble and reserved exterior.
Xiao Zi spat the ice cube back into the cup and began a completely different licking. First, she licked away every last drop of water from my penis, then, while rubbing my testicles, she licked her way up to the coronal sulcus in front of the glans, making a defiant circle before finally taking my glans into her mouth. All these actions were accompanied by her lewd expression, her captivating gaze, and my unwavering stare.
If I were back to the first day we met, I would have already erupted. But after these past few weeks of "special training," I've gradually become able to resist Xiao Zi's witch-like ability to drain my energy; and as I said, Xiao Zi understands my feelings perfectly, her teasing still skirts the edge of my tolerance. Just the right amount, allowing me to hold back until I reach my climax.
Xiao Zi, annoyed by my low growl that seemed to be deliberately trying to get my attention, straddled my body. This was our first time riding together. When Xiaozhi straddled me, the pressure from her enormous breasts was incredibly intense. Even though her shirt was only unbuttoned and flapping open and closed, it couldn't contain her two huge breasts that seemed about to burst out of her clothes.
I couldn't help but pull open her clothes and rub her breasts with both hands. Xiaozhi laughed and slapped my hand away, then pulled her clothes back up: "We agreed that today is Xiaozhi's initiative, so Master has to be good and I promise it will be comfortable!" As she spoke, she began to sway her slender waist back and forth.
She didn't actually insert my penis into her vagina; the saliva from licking earlier, combined with the lustful fluids flowing from her now aroused vagina, was enough to lubricate the friction between her labia and my penis. She kept rubbing my entire penis against her labia, even gently holding my testicles in her hands, causing my penis to swell to its maximum. As soon as Xiaozhi sensed this, she lowered her body, pressing her large breasts against my chest without reservation, and slid back, finally inserting my penis into her vagina.
"Ah… Master, it's so thick, Xiaozhi feels so good…" Ever since we got off the yacht that day, she'd wanted me to teach her Chinese. Her language talent was unbelievable; she didn't have the awkwardness of Japanese people speaking Chinese who couldn't pronounce the consonants, and she even learned a few phrases of Taiwanese from me. If it weren't for her limited vocabulary, you might mistake her for a returned Chinese ABC (American-born Chinese).
Naturally, for "convenience," she'd learned every single Chinese word she could use in bed. She didn't actually have many words, but hearing her cute accent and speaking the familiar language always heightened the arousal.
"Ah... Master, are you satisfied with Xiaozhi's service? Xiaozhi feels so good!" Xiaozhi murmured lasciviously, swaying her slender waist. But she clearly maintained her composure, remembering to keep her voice down.
These past few weeks together hadn't just meant she'd gathered information on me; how could I be completely unaware of her schemes? I chuckled inwardly, supporting her waist as I thrust my penis back and forth against her alluring vulva. "Xiao Zi's service is amazing, I'm having such a great time, I've decided to reward her."
"What? No, Xiao Zi, no need." Xiao Zi exclaimed, already flipped over and pinned to the sofa, I began thrusting into her honey pot from behind. Xiao Zi tried hard to suppress her cries, her voice low and protesting, "Husband's cheating, you're not being gentle with Xiao Zi."
"Husband loves Xiao Zi the most, that's why I'm rewarding her to fly to heaven!" I pressed against her beautiful back from behind, reaching out to grasp her two breasts flattened on the sofa, then sucking hard on her sensitive nape. Xiao Zi felt like she'd been electrocuted, finally letting out a loud, lewd moan.
"Ah...ah...I hate it, husband, you're bullying me, Xiaozhi is about to climax...ah...ah...fuck me harder."
I pinned her hands behind her back, pulled her body up, and let her huge breasts sway back and forth in mid-air with my thrusts. Naturally, I turned her towards the study.
Her shirt and huge breasts swayed with my thrusts, and the intense impact of her full buttocks against my lower abdomen produced a lewd yet beautiful "slap slap" sound. Coupled with her unrestrained moans, it all intertwined into a symphony of spring.
"Ah... Sister-in-law, if you hear this, how will Xiaozhi face anyone tomorrow... Ah... Ah... Ah... Xiaozhi is going to climax, going to climax, husband, hurry up and give it to me..."
Of course, I could feel the trembling she made before her climax, especially the natural contraction of her vagina before the climax. There was no need to deliberately climax at the same time; the super strong suction of this instantaneous compression was enough to make me ejaculate naturally, without any need to suppress it.
I shot all my thick semen into her warm vagina in one breath and lay on her back. As usual, I ejaculated for three or four seconds before pulling my penis out of her vagina, pulling out a long strip of white liquid. Xiaozhi quickly reached out and caught it, "It's not good to get this pretty sofa dirty." Xiaozhi said cutely.
As she got up to get some toilet paper, she noticed a clump of semen still dripping from my penis. Holding the semen-soaked tissue in one hand and pressing her other hand against her vagina, she naturally bent down and took my slowly shrunken penis into her mouth.
I didn't really like her doing this, because it reminded me of the prostitutes I'd been with for the past eight years. It was a seemingly loving gesture, but when prostitutes did this, it was usually just to squeeze more money out of me; after all, oral sex wasn't part of the contract.
Eight years of preconceived notions made it hard for me to accept that my precious wife could be like a prostitute. Despite my thoughts, Xiaozi obediently continued to wipe me with only toilet paper. But at this moment, it was something I had no choice but to do, and the only word to describe it was "pleasure."
I comfortably closed my eyes, letting her carefully lick my penis clean from top to bottom. At this moment, her mouth was full of semen mixed with her own vaginal fluid, and she tilted her head back and swallowed it all.
I stared at her in disbelief, never expecting that my wife would not only clean my mouth but also swallow my semen. I instinctively hugged her tighter, and I heard her whisper in my ear, "Hehe, even my semen tastes so good, honey. Hurry up, let's go rinse it off, or my sister-in-law will come!"
*** *** *** ***
A knock on the door startled me from my reverie. The person had already pushed the door open and came to my desk.
The only people who would dare to be so disrespectful to me and barge into my office like this are my older brother and Xiaowen. Sure enough, it was Xiaowen standing in front of my desk, holding a large stack of documents. It seemed to be the six-month progress report for the company's projects that my brother had given me.
"General Manager..." Xiaowen had just opened her mouth when her gaze was already drawn to my screen. I was momentarily distracted and completely forgot the video was still playing. I frantically tried to close it, but my hand slipped and I accidentally switched to full screen.
"Ah...ah...brother, you're going to kill me! Faster, harder, harder..." At that moment, Xiao Yi was flipped over and pressed against the bathroom wall, her large breasts pressed against the wall, creating a plump mound. The man continued to thrust powerfully, each stroke making a loud "slap slap" sound. Xiao Yi looked like she was about to faint from the intense pleasure, her hands weakly supporting herself on the wall, the shower water still cascading down on them.
I acted decisively, pressing Alt+F4 to end this inescapable predicament.
"The general manager has really changed a lot. He actually watches porn during work hours," Xiaowen murmured, her face flushed. "I should have taken leave and insisted on going with him. I wonder if he would have married me then?" Xiaowen said softly, her voice full of affection.
"It's not what you think," I said, waving my hands erratically, but I didn't believe it myself.
"He was just joking! I know the general manager wouldn't even look at me!" Xiaowen stuck out her tongue. "The chairman went to a meeting and asked me to tell you to go home early after you've finished reading the documents. You don't need to stay at the company. He'll go straight home after the meeting, which should end around 5 PM."
"Okay, I got it." Watching Xiaowen turn to leave, I called out to her, "Hey... Xiaowen. Anyway, it's really not what you think. Don't go around spreading rumors." "
Of course, the general manager's secret is my secret." Xiaowen gave me a knowing look and said, "But watching videos is so boring. I'd be happy to serve the general manager!" Xiaowen chuckled, but her expression didn't seem like she was joking.
Xiaowen was indeed a beauty, and such a beauty displaying such a seductive, alluring demeanor was truly captivating. But how could I abandon my wife, whom I revere like a goddess?
Seeing my stunned expression, Xiaowen smiled, leaving me alone at my desk.
(To be continued)
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