Dog affinity

1.

Ever since I first met that woman, I've been calling her "little wench" in my mind. She wasn't tall, but she walked with her chest out and head held high. She had shoulder-length golden curly hair, small but bright eyes, thin lips, and a slightly upturned chin, making her look quite pretty. What attracted me most was her buttocks; they looked so large against her slender waist and legs, swaying as she walked, and even from the front, her hips were very wide. Oh, and her breasts were also large; judging by their slight trembling, they were definitely real, not implants.

We met because of two dogs, almost half a year ago.

Initially, my wife got a dog from somewhere, a purebred Pomeranian, very obedient and beautiful, and everyone in the family loved it. My wife is a homebody; besides going to work, she doesn't want to go out once she gets home, so the responsibility of walking the dog fell to me. Every morning, my wife and daughter sleep in, while I get up promptly at five. After dinner, my wife stays home to help the kids with their homework, while I take the dog out. The dog is very attached to its owner; it doesn't need a leash and follows me everywhere. After a while, it gets used to it and can't stay away from me

. It was a cool spring morning. My usually obedient dog suddenly became agitated, refusing to turn around no matter how much I called, and just kept running forward. When I caught up, I realized there was a Pomeranian that looked exactly like it, clearly a female, and my dog was licking its rear end intently. The dog's owner, the woman I call "little lady," was standing nearby, dressed in a well-fitting denim outfit, clean and quiet, trying to shoo my dog away.

"Come here, let me hug you," I called as I walked over.

As soon as I got close, the dog was very obedient, running over and leaping into my arms.

The young woman exclaimed in admiration, "Wow! How did you train it?" That was the first thing she said to me. So I started to talk at length about how I trained my dog. The young woman listened attentively, saying she would try my method in the future, but ultimately she couldn't train it. We were both dog walkers, and our dogs were the same breed, so we inevitably hit it off and started talking more.

"My dog is called Jiaojiao, what's yours?" the young woman asked.

"My dog's name is very special." I felt a sense of pride when I mentioned my dog's name, and I would launch into a long explanation, "First, it's very simple; second, there are absolutely no duplicate names; third, no matter who hears me call my dog's name, they will immediately remember it and never forget it for the rest of their lives." "Shh!" the young woman said incredulously, "If it meets all three points, it's not simple. Tell me what its name is, and let's see if I can forget it?" "Doug!" I said, enunciating each word clearly. (Here I need to explain that I don't speak English, so I can't type the English word for "dog," and I can only use the Chinese phonetic equivalent.) The young woman hesitated for a moment, then silently uttered "Doug," and burst into laughter, saying, "Doug, hahaha...isn't that just a dog? Hahaha...it's so simple, hahaha...no one else has the same name, hahaha...it's impossible not to remember, hahaha...who named him?" "Me!" I said.

"Hahaha..." The young woman laughed heartily, "That's so funny. 'Doug,' isn't that just a dog? Hahaha...you're obviously a humorous person. Hahaha..." My humor impressed the young woman, and from then on, every time we met, she would call out from afar,

"Doug!" as a greeting, and then we would stand there and chat for a few minutes, gradually becoming familiar with each other. Even during the day, when we weren't walking the dog, we would still greet each other when we met.

Summer arrived in the blink of an eye, and when we met while walking the dog in the evening, we would naturally chat for a few minutes.

"Do you walk your dog?" the young woman asked, trying to make conversation.

"What can I do? I have to tutor my child and cook," I said.

"Does your wife like dogs?" she asked.

"Yes, she brought the dog home. But she never walks it, so I'm the only one doing the hard work," I said.

"That's great! You can walk the dog for your wife." The young woman sighed, "My husband hates dogs. He won't even feed it, let alone walk it for me. Sigh!" I never imagined our fates would be so strikingly similar; we were both dog walkers, getting up early and working late. I thought to myself: How can her husband feel at ease letting such a pretty young woman out alone? If it were me, I'd rather she stayed home to avoid causing trouble outside. I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. How wonderful it would be if I could sleep with this young woman! After having this thought, I wanted to see her every day. If I didn't see her for a day, it felt like I had lost something.

That evening, we met again. As usual, we stood there chatting, while the dog chased and played. However, Jiao Jiao was in heat, something none of us noticed because it was our first time owning a dog. Normally, when Doug saw Jiao Jiao, he would try to mount her, but Jiao Jiao wouldn't let him and would bite him. Eventually, Doug got scared and stopped trying. But now it was different. When Jiao Jiao saw Doug, she immediately stuck her butt out and tilted her tail to one side, waiting for him to mount her. Doug smelled it too, first licking her buttocks, then climbing on top. The result was predictable: his large, red penis was inside her. Then he arched his back, his front paws tightly gripping her waist, his buttocks moving vigorously.

By the time the young woman realized what was happening, it was too late; Doug was already on top of Jiao Jiao, motionless. The young woman screamed, her face turning as red as a peach blossom, and tried to separate the dog. But she didn't expect that after mating, the two genitals were tightly connected. Even after getting off, their buttocks were like glue, impossible to separate. The young woman reached out to hug Jiao Jiao, but Jiao Jiao, perhaps in pain, yelped and turned to bite, startling the woman who quickly let go.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot! Separate them!" the woman pleaded.

"We can't separate them now. Pulling them apart forcefully will hurt Jiao Jiao," I said deliberately, hoping to calm her down.

"Then what do we do? Just leave them like this?" the woman asked, getting a little angry.

"They'll separate in a bit," I replied, knowing the ropes.

By this time, more and more onlookers had gathered, offering various opinions, especially from the men, whose bluntness made the woman blush and lash out at me. Then a dog owner arrived, saying that both were purebred Pomeranians and their puppies would fetch a good price—at least a year's worth of dog food.

Hearing this, the woman stopped her tantrum and watched as the two dogs separated. She then picked up Jiao Jiao, her face full of resentment, and tried to kick Doug, but he dodged. The dog owner next to her said that if you mate your dog at the dog market, it would cost over a thousand.

"What? His dog mates with mine, and I have to pay?" The young woman seemed genuinely unaware of the unwritten rules of the dog-owning business, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"What's the big deal?" the dog owner said. "Do you know how much a puppy can sell for?" "His dog is comfortable, and I haven't even asked him for money yet," the young woman retorted, still angry.

"Do you think this is human? Men work themselves to the bone, and then they have to pay you women!" The dog owner's words drew laughter from the surrounding crowd.

The young woman's face flushed red to her neck, and she didn't know what to say. At this moment, the onlookers started chattering, mostly about matters between men and women, leaving the young woman flustered and angry. She yelled at me, "This isn't over!" With that, she picked up Jiaojiao and left. Behind her, the men continued to say, "What do you mean 'not over'? You're going to accuse the dog of rape?" Some even said, "She's really taking advantage and acting innocent, what kind of woman is she!" I kicked Doug and urged everyone, "Stop talking." Seeing the young woman's anger, my heart softened. I wanted to apologize in person, but I hadn't seen her for several days and couldn't stop worrying. A week later, I finally saw the young woman in the neighborhood. She was no longer angry, but greeted me with a smile, saying apologetically that she didn't know anything about dogs and had to ask someone knowledgeable. She added that she would give me the money after the dog had puppies and sold them. I said it wasn't necessary, as long as my little sister wasn't angry. She laughed, a bright and cheerful laugh, praising me as a reasonable person and thanking me for speaking up for her that day. Just like that, our misunderstanding was resolved.

Jiaojiao was very lucky; she had four puppies, all female, and the young woman earned over seven thousand yuan. After asking the price at the dog market, she insisted on giving me fifteen hundred yuan, which I naturally refused. She said I had to take it whether I wanted it or not, that she now understood the rules of the dog trade, and then smiled apologetically. I still didn't take her money; I believed that only if she owed me would I have the upper hand later.

"Little sister, forget it. If we're talking about it, I'm Jiaojiao's father-in-law, so you're my in-law. Do you think I'd take money from my in-law?" I joked.

Sure enough, the young woman laughed so hard she bent over, saying, "If that's the case, then I'm Doug's mother-in-law! Hahaha..." "That's right, mother-in-law!" I laughed too.

"Huh?" The young woman paused for a moment, "Okay, from now on I'll call you in-law." She then giggled.

From then on, as if by agreement, we met every day under the big poplar tree in the neighborhood, never missing a meeting, and then went to the park together. We called each other "mother-in-law" and "father-in-law," and I called Jiaojiao "daughter-in-law," while the young woman called Doug "son-in-law." The two dogs, as if understanding their relationship, got along even better. When they encountered other dogs, they would always attack together, each one fiercer than the other, often making us laugh out loud.

II.

Winters in Northeast China are very cold, and the days are short. It's still dark at five in the morning and six in the evening. The young woman is afraid of the cold, so she goes out to walk the dogs at seven in the morning, which means we can't meet then. She only comes out normally at night, and that's when we can meet.

The young woman's clothes change; she wears a bright red coat that covers her knees, the waist is tight, but you can still see her large hips, and you can imagine her round buttocks swaying inside the coat.

Wearing a snow-white hat, her yellow curly hair cascaded out from under the hat and onto her collar, making her little face look quite charming. Jiaojiao was also dressed in colorful clothes, only her head and tail showing, and she wore little shoes, looking rather comical.

"Father-in-law, this is what I bought for my son-in-law, put it on," the young woman said, handing me the dog clothes. "You, as a father, don't you care about your son? It's so cold, you don't even dress him properly. It's the mother-in-law who cares about her son-in-law." She squatted down as she spoke.

"Doug, quickly thank your mother-in-law," I said.

Doug had been trained by me; whenever he heard the word "thank you," he would stand up and wag his front paws up and down.

But being a dog, he only knew that doing this meant food, not direction. But today, Doug's direction was perfect, pointing directly at the young woman. The young woman was instantly amused, bending over with laughter, and then picked up Doug and dressed him. Doug had never worn clothes before and felt very uncomfortable, swaying from side to side, trying to bite but unable to, his movements extremely comical and cute, making the young woman laugh out loud again.

"Look at my son-in-law, how handsome he is in clothes, he's practically a heartthrob!" the young woman exclaimed.

"On behalf of Doug, thank you, mother-in-law!" I joked. As

soon as Doug heard "thank you," he immediately raised his front paws and started waving them again. This amused the young woman again, saying, "Not at all, this is my son-in-law. If the father-in-law doesn't care, the mother-in-law does." She added that she hadn't even taken the money from selling the puppies, so buying clothes for her son-in-law was nothing. Then she picked up Doug and gave him a cheek kiss, asking if he liked wearing them.

Just then, we suddenly heard Jiao Jiao's pitiful wail. The young woman and I looked in the direction of the sound, which came from a dark corner where there were no streetlights and we couldn't see anything. So, I took out my phone, found a flashlight, and shone it over. I saw a well; the cover was missing, and it was wide open, a dark, gaping hole. Jiao Jiao's voice was coming from there. I went over to investigate and found it was a heating well. There was no water inside, only two thick pipes and a valve. I don't know how Jiao Jiao fell in, but she was stuck in the gap between the two pipes, and she didn't seem injured.

The distance from the well opening to the pipes was only one meter. I handed my phone to the young woman so she could light it, then I jumped in, bent down, lifted Jiao Jiao to her feet, and brought her out of the well. The young woman held Jiao Jiao tightly in her arms, one hand holding mine symbolically. I said no need, and with a push, I jumped out by pressing my hands against the sides of the well opening.

The young woman put Jiao Jiao on the ground and said, "Aren't you going to thank your father-in-law for saving your life!" Unfortunately, Jiao Jiao didn't know how to say thank you; she had been frightened and was hiding at the young woman's feet, making a sound like a cat.

Upon hearing "thank you," Doug immediately raised its front paw and wagged it, making the young woman laugh. She said it was the husband thanking on behalf of his wife, and then laughed again.

"I say, father-in-law, my little Jiaojiao doesn't know how to say thank you, so I'll thank you on its behalf," the young woman said.

"How will you thank me?" I said with a mischievous smile.

"How do you want me to thank you?" the young woman asked.

"Give me a kiss!" I turned my face away.

"Get lost, you're so frivolous," the young woman spat, picked up Jiaojiao, and walked out of the darkness to a place where the streetlights were bright.

For several nights in a row, Doug wore a blue dog outfit, and Jiaojiao wore a floral outfit, walking with me and the young woman. For various reasons, we were now chatting very casually. She knew about my family, and I knew about hers. It turned out that she and her husband both worked at a bank, lived in the highest building in the neighborhood, and had a four-year-old son who lived with his grandparents and didn't need to go to kindergarten with them. Her husband was a junior manager at the bank, managing corporate loans and such. He was usually very busy and liked to drink. When I heard that her husband was busy with work and liked to drink, a glimmer of hope rose in my heart. I knew that people who are busy with work and like to drink are generally not very sexually active, so I often teased her with playful banter.

That evening, the moon was large, and since it had snowed, it wasn't too dark. We decided to walk the dogs in the park, which wasn't far from our neighborhood—just across the street from the gate. The young woman wanted to use the main gate because it had streetlights and was brighter. But things didn't go as planned; the dogs didn't want to go there and insisted on running towards the lake, where there were no streetlights. A free-roaming dog can be incredibly docile, no doubt, so we had no choice but to follow behind, calling out to them as we went.

Then, Doug and Jiao Jiao disappeared, so the young woman and I stood there calling out. Doug heard us and ran back, but Jiao Jiao didn't return, and the young woman started to worry. I told her it was okay, and to look in the direction Doug had come from. Sure enough, we found Jiao Jiao in a small pavilion, playing happily.

"I've found you a daughter, shouldn't you thank me?" I joked.

"Don't be so frivolous. You want me to kiss you? Dream on," the young woman laughed.

"Then I'll kiss you," I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"How can you be like this?" the young woman said, getting a little angry, her face contorted with irritation.

Seeing that the young woman was truly angry, I became frightened and quickly apologized. Since we'd already kissed, I figured I might as well pour out all my longing. So I told her I loved her very much, that I felt restless every day without seeing her, which led me to do something foolish, and asked for her forgiveness. I said a lot, and she didn't leave; she just stood there listening. Finally, I said I was wrong and hoped she would forgive me, and that I could come out to walk the dog as usual tomorrow, because I felt restless every day without seeing her, but I would never do anything excessive again.

"I'll come out tomorrow morning, will you?" she suddenly said.

This surprised me greatly, and I quickly said, "Yes, yes, I'll definitely come." "Okay, let's go home," she said, but didn't move.

We gazed at each other for a long time in the moonlight and the light of the snow, neither of us speaking. The two dogs chased each other playfully nearby, and time seemed to stand still.

"Little sister, you're so beautiful," I finally broke the awkward silence.

"..." She didn't speak, still looking at me.

"Can I kiss you?" I looked at her tenderly, almost pleading.

"Just one kiss, no more," she said softly, her fear evident in the moonlight.

As if on command, I held her tightly and pressed my lips to hers. At first, she held her arms straight down, her jaw clenched, motionless. Then, she slowly parted her lips, letting my tongue slip inside, her arms encircling my waist, and her tongue followed. I grew bolder, my hands, through my coat, tightly embracing the large, round buttocks I had longed for day and night. I figured it was just one kiss, no time limit, so I'd let it last a little longer, savoring those sweet little lips.

I don't know how much time passed before her phone rang. We finally separated, but remained tightly embracing.

She took out her phone, said it was her boyfriend, and gestured for me to remain silent, then held the phone to my ear.

I also put my ear close so I could hear her voice.

"Fuck your mother, where have you been walking the dog? What time is it? Aren't you home yet?" Such rude cursing!

"I'm with Jiaojiao by the roadside." She covered my mouth with one hand to prevent me from making a sound.

"Fuck your mother, it's 7:30! Aren't you home yet? Out there causing trouble?" The cursing continued.

"Okay, I'll be home right away." She seemed very afraid of him.

On the way back, the young woman briefly told me that her husband must have drunk too much again, because he curses when he's drunk. I was secretly pleased, because only when her family was in disharmony could I have my chance.

"Let's not do that again. If my husband finds out, you won't get away with it," she said as we parted.

But I chuckled inwardly; I'd made a good haul today. Sooner or later, this young woman would be in my bed.

III.

Spring, in other people's eyes, is always beautiful—the weather is warm, the grass is green, and the flowers are blooming. But in my and my friend's eyes, it wasn't a pleasant sight, because the days were getting longer, and places that were once dark could now be seen from afar. Spring did bring some benefits, though; my friend was wearing less clothing, and I could feel the flesh on her buttocks, confirming the reality of her breasts, and experiencing the smoothness of her delicate skin.

That evening, we were walking the dog in the park as usual. To our dismay, Jiao Jiao was in heat again, constantly sticking her butt out at Doug. My friend said she wouldn't let her mate anymore, that taking care of the puppies was too much trouble, and she picked Jiao Jiao up. Doug, on the ground, watched Jiao Jiao, hoping his mother-in-law would put her down, making soft "hmm" sounds. Jiao Jiao, looking at Doug, also wanted to get down, making "hmm" sounds as well, but the heartless mother-in-law separated the young couple.

"Shall we go back?" My friend seemed preoccupied, having remained silent the whole way, finally uttering a single sentence—"Let's go back."

"The dog hasn't even pooped yet." I tried to spend as much time with her as possible.

"No, go back!" She was giving an order.

We walked into the gate of the residential area.

"Come sit at my place for a while." The young woman had been hesitating on the way back, as if she was making a decision, and finally said this here.

I was startled and asked, "Isn't your husband home?"

"Yes! He really wants to see his father-in-law." At this moment, the young woman was uncharacteristically relaxed, smiling at me.

"Your husband is home, how can I go?" I still said timidly.

"If you don't go, you won't have the chance!" She still had a mischievous smile on her face.

I was certain that her husband was not home, otherwise she would never dare to let me go to her house! But then I thought, what if her husband was home? Maybe she just wanted to see Doug, who made money for her family. Whether he was home or not, I had to go with her, otherwise she would look down on me. Thinking of this, I firmly said, "Yes, of course I'll go!" When we got to the top floor, the young woman reassured me. She told me that most of the people living in this building were bank employees, so everyone knew each other. She asked me to stand outside for ten minutes until she went upstairs, and then told me the elevator was on the left side of the door, going to the twenty-third floor. Then she carried Jiaojiao inside. I thought, if her husband were home, she wouldn't have given me these instructions.

I followed her instructions and entered the building ten minutes later, taking the elevator to the twenty-third floor. In the elevator, I met several people, but they were all strangers. I didn't speak to them, but they all seemed to know each other well, greeting each other. It seemed the young woman was right; this building really was a bank building. When we reached the twenty-third floor, I was alone. Stepping out of the elevator, there were four doors, one of which was ajar. A familiar and beautiful face was looking out. Seeing me get off the elevator, the door opened abruptly, and the young woman stepped aside. Doug, with his sharp eyes, spotted Jiao Jiao immediately and ran inside. I followed, and the young woman closed the door.

By then, she had already changed into her pajamas—a clean white nightgown with blue flowers, perfectly fitting her and showing off the contours of her large, round buttocks. I couldn't resist hugging her, my hands slipping directly into my pants, the first time I'd ever felt that beautiful bottom against my skin.

"Husband, your father-in-law is here!" she cried, pushing me away.

I was quite surprised and quickly let go. My face must have looked terrible then, maybe even ashen.

"Hahaha…" she laughed, bending over, "Look at the guts you have." I knew I'd been tricked, so I pounced on her and hugged her again, pinching her buttocks with both hands, saying, "You dared to lie to me, see how I get my revenge!" "Ouch, you're pinching my buttocks too hard," she cried in a coquettish voice.

My hand slipped inside her clothes again, inside her bra, and I said, "You have to touch this slowly." I never expected her breasts and buttocks to be so much better than I'd imagined.

"Let me tell you," the young woman kissed me, "when you come to my house, all you can do is kiss and touch, nothing else." "You wish!" I said, picking her up and placing her on the sofa bed in the living room. Her sofa was large, with a bed next to it.

"No, no..." the young woman cried out, but her body cooperated as I undressed her, soon revealing her fair, jade-like body.

"Why are you looking at the puppy?" the young woman said.

At this moment, Jiao Jiao was sticking her butt out, and Doug was licking her from behind. I simply buried my head down and took her vagina into my mouth, pushing my tongue inside. At first, she raised her legs to resist, but under my gentle licking, she calmed down, pressing my head tightly with both hands, pulling at her hair, and moaning "oh oh" incessantly, her buttocks moving in sync with my tongue. She was so wet, it got all over my mouth, even on my nose and chin, but I couldn't care less. This was the first time in six months that I had touched her flesh and seen her smooth body.

"No, no, no..." she said, pulling me as I took off my clothes, but it also seemed like she was helping me. Just as I was completely naked, she said again, "We agreed that just touching was enough, why are you getting serious?" But her hand was already gripping my penis, as if pushing it out, or perhaps stroking it, but stroking a large area.

"Look what the puppy is doing," she said again.

Doug was already on Jiao Jiao's back, bending over and making love vigorously, while Jiao Jiao stood there, her small eyes half-closed. I said I wanted to be like a dog too, so I knelt between her legs, removed her hands, and held my penis, aiming right at her vaginal opening. I could hear a "squelch" as my penis slid in smoothly. The little vixen only let out an "oh," and her arms wrapped around my back like two snakes. On the floor, the two dogs made "clunking" sounds; on the sofa bed, the two of us made "plop" sounds.

"Oh dear, what did I call you here for? Your Doug is doing bad things, and you're doing bad things too. Oh...oh...oh..." she said.

I held her large buttocks with one hand and grasped one of her breasts with the other, my mouth tightly covering hers, my penis thrusting hard in her vagina. This was the position I had often fantasized about for the past six months, and today I finally got my wish.

I thrust hard, once, twice, three times… I wanted to shove my testicles into that wet, slippery vagina, I wanted to meld that beautiful body into mine, I wanted to stick my tongue down my throat… Soon, she climaxed, her whole body convulsing, moaning like a song, her buttocks bouncing up and down, her hands digging and grabbing at my back. At that moment, I thrust even harder, ejaculating all my semen into the long-awaited vagina. It was over

, only a few minutes, the vagina I'd longed for for half a year, was over so quickly. My penis was still hard inside her. The little dog over there had also finished, butt to butt, unable to pull out. My penis could be pulled out, but I didn't want to; I wanted to linger a little longer. So, the little dog on the ground was inside, and my penis was inside, we just stayed like that, neither wanting to separate.

"Your husband won't be back, will he?" Only after we were done did I remember to ask that question.

"I don't know." She looked at me with a mischievous grin, and seeing me about to get up, she hugged me again, saying, "Look how scared you are, he's not coming home tonight." I was fooled by her again, so I started to rub and pinch her buttocks and breasts. At this moment, my penis started to soften and slowly slid out of her vagina. At the same time, the dog's penis also came out.

"Look at you, just like Doug," the girl said.

"You're just like Jiaojiao," I said with a smile.

"You're not allowed to say that about me," the girl pouted.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it about you." I hugged her smooth body tightly, one hand around her neck and the other touching her buttocks, coaxing her.

"Hmph, you're always bullying me! Your Doug bullied my Jiaojiao!" The young woman punched me with her small fists. "I'll sue you and Doug in court!" I hugged her and laughed. She punched me even harder, pouting and shouting, "You're so bad, you're so bad..."

IV.

On the way home, I couldn't help but laugh. I never expected this young woman to have such a unique charm. Her skin, her eyes, her breasts, her buttocks, her pubic hair, her vagina... they were all top-notch. As I laughed, I suddenly slapped myself. Damn it, we'd already been intimate, and I hadn't even asked her name or age? Worse still, I hadn't even asked for her phone number. How could I contact her if she didn't come out to walk the dog every day? I

'd been feeling guilty, afraid her husband would suddenly come home, and I was in a rush to leave after we made love. And coincidentally, my wife called, asking why I'd taken so long to walk the dog. The young woman urged me to hurry up, saying her husband was coming home soon too. As we parted, the young woman saw me off naked at the door. Feeling it wasn't enough, I kissed and touched her buttocks, even thinking of asking for her phone number. However, Doug and Jiao Jiao, seeing us so intimate, thought we were fighting and started barking, so I forgot. Looking at Doug beside me, I said, "You're both the one who makes things happen and the one who ruins them!" The next morning, I took Doug out. Dogs are dogs; their eyesight is better than people's. While I was still searching for the young woman, Doug ran to the big poplar tree, looking up and barking. Just then, the young woman came out from behind, carrying Jiao Jiao.

"That beast, it can find a cat even behind a tree." It turned out the young woman was playing hide-and-seek with me.

"When did your husband come home?" I asked.

"Just now." The young woman had a mischievous grin on her face; I could tell she was joking and lying.

"He didn't come home all night, did he?" I was already certain.

"How did you know?" the young woman asked, putting Jiao Jiao down.

"If he goes home, you won't dare take me to your house," I said.

"Yeah. He went to a meeting in Shenyang with his boss yesterday," the young woman said.

"Is he coming back tonight?" I asked.

"If he's not coming back, I won't let you go either," the young woman said.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"You and your Doug are both bullies." The young woman finished speaking, her lips pressed tightly together, and she looked up at me mischievously, looking quite adorable.

Through further investigation, I learned that her husband was a sycophant. When the boss was around, he was like a dog, but towards his subordinates, he was like some kind of lord. This was something the young woman hated. Also, her husband liked to drink, especially when drinking with his boss. He was always drunk, and when he came home, he would act crazy, either cursing or beating the dog. So the young woman had lost faith in him. When I heard this, I was overjoyed, because wasn't this exactly why women cheat? I was so lucky to have met such a woman, such a gem.

For the next few days, we didn't have a chance to make love. I had originally planned to take the young woman to the woods, kiss her, and rub her buttocks—that would ease my anxiety. But she flatly refused, not even allowing us to walk together. She told me that for the past six months, we'd been walking together every day, making people suspicious. One of her friends asked her if she was having an affair with the man walking the dog. Now the neighbors were all gossiping. Luckily, her husband wasn't a good person and hadn't made any friends or colleagues, so no one had told him. If her husband had heard, he would definitely be suspicious.

I thought the young woman had a point, so this spring, we walked the dog separately. When we met, we only exchanged a few hurried words of longing before parting ways. I felt terrible, my eyes lingering on her plump buttocks, wishing I could do it with her again, but the opportunity was gone.

"I really want to kiss you," I always liked to say when we met.

"Pah! You're just trying to take advantage of me, dream on," the young woman said nonchalantly, looking around.

"I rented a place, want to go check it out sometime?" I said softly.

"Where is it?" the young woman asked, then changed her mind, "I'm not going, I won't do anything to betray my husband." But I could see the anticipation in her eyes.

I smiled and said, "I'll take you there after I've tidied up the place." "Oh, I'll help you clean it," the young woman said.

Actually, I've been keeping an eye on rental properties these past few days, because a rental is the only place we can truly call home. That day, I found one; the owner had bought a new house and wanted to rent out their old one, so I went there. It was an old building, a single room, about 30 square meters, for 400 yuan a month. Most importantly, the location was great—south of the park, which we passed every day when walking the dog. So, I readily agreed to the terms and rented it for a year.

On the day we viewed the apartment, my wife and I took the day off to go with the landlord. I introduced my wife to the landlord, explaining that we had been forcibly evicted and now had to rent. We went inside; there was no living room, not even a dining room. The kitchen was right by the entrance, the toilet was in a corner, and then came the bedroom.

The room had a double bed and a wardrobe, both very old. But my wife immediately liked it, saying,

"We'll have to make do here."

When the landlord mentioned the rent, she casually took out 4,800 yuan from her pocket and gave it to him. I felt so embarrassed; how could I let her take the money? But I couldn't argue with the landlord, so I just smiled.

The landlord took the money and joked, "It's obvious your wife is in charge here." Then, she told us that we would pay for the electricity, water, gas, and rent. The young woman said, "Okay!" "How could I let you take the money?" After the landlord left, I hugged her tightly and said,

"This is my granddaughter's money." She said playfully, and seeing that I didn't understand, "Are you silly? This is the puppy's money." I suddenly realized, and hugged her to make love.

"Get off me!" she struggled, pointing to the bare bed, "It's not like you're underneath me, you can't reach me, can you?" Then, we hurriedly took a taxi to a store, quickly bought some bedding and some kitchen utensils, and returned to the rented room with bags and packages. After all that fuss, it was almost 4 PM. There wasn't even time to make the bed; I just threw it on and rushed back to work in a taxi. Forget about making love—there wasn't a single moment. In our parting, we hugged tightly for less than half a minute, only saying,

"See you tonight," before we parted.

After dinner, I eagerly led Doug to the rented room. There, the young woman was already there. She seemed even more anxious than I was. The mattress was already laid out, the blankets neatly folded, and she was carrying a box of kitchen utensils to the stove. As soon as Doug entered, he saw Jiao Jiao and ran over excitedly. The young woman wiped her sweat and said, "You men, all you know is how to enjoy what's readily available. Why didn't you come and help earlier?" She sounded just like the housewife.

Since we had a rented room and the young woman was there, I didn't need to rush and helped her unpack. There wasn't much stuff, and the young woman had already been tidying up for a while; it only took half an hour to finish. So I said, "I missed you so much," and carried the girl to the bed, kissing and touching her buttocks, and started to take off her clothes.

"I don't want to!" she yelled, "You're bullying me again." She pretended to struggle, but still cooperated in taking off her clothes.

After she was naked, another problem arose. The bed was bare, without a mattress, and even with a quilt, it was very hard, making the girl uncomfortable. So I folded the blanket into a double layer and laid it out, then put the girl on top.

The girl lay on top and said, "This time it's okay, more comfortable." Only then did I begin the foreplay of intercourse, nothing more than kissing and caressing, and using my middle finger to stimulate her vulva. Soon, the girl's eyes were hazy, and she was making beautiful moans.

This was our second time making love, and I had been looking forward to it for a long time. The girl seemed even more eager, pressing her smooth body tightly against me, her small hands vigorously stroking my penis. This time, I didn't kiss her vagina; it was already overflowing with fluid. I directly inserted my penis. Unlike the first time, we were both very relaxed. I thrust hard, and she barked loudly. The dogs didn't mate; they played on the kitchen and bedroom floors.

Since it was dog walking time, we couldn't linger, so we finished quickly and got dressed. Then, we used the remaining few minutes to kiss and pet each other before parting. To avoid suspicion, the woman asked me to take Doug out first; she wanted to sit in the room for a while because the dogs always came directly and pooped in the room, so she would clean it up.

"Buy a mattress and send it over every day," she instructed before leaving, "and buy some toilet paper; we're out of wiping."

With

the rented room, we had a place to stay, and we felt more at ease.

To be honest, it's embarrassing and will make people laugh, but we didn't ask each other's names until our second day in the rented room. In other words, even though we had mated for six months, we didn't know each other's names.

Her name was Chao Xiaoying, a very beautiful name.

The young woman playfully punched me, whining, "You're such a bad man! You don't even know my name, and you do such a despicable thing!" I laughed and hugged her, saying, "Aren't you the same?" "Don't say that about me! I'm not like you at all! I'm a good person, you're a bad guy. You say you're a bad guy, and I'm a good guy!" she cried out playfully. "

Okay, okay, I'm a bad guy, the biggest bad guy in the world; Xiaoying is a good person, the best good person in the world," I coaxed her, patting her bottom.

"That's more like it," the young woman said happily.

Even though I knew her name was Chao Xiaoying, I still habitually called her "little woman" in my heart; I felt it was more affectionate that way. Her playful, whining appearance was very cute; I liked women like that the most. My wife is just a plain-looking woman. All she does is cook, clean the house, and wash my clothes, and she thinks she's superior, always acting domineering and cold. She's nothing like this gentle young woman. Besides, since having the baby, my wife has become frigid. She thinks three times a month is too much. During sex, she's like a dead woman, completely motionless. I feel like I'm fucking a Barbie doll. She's nothing like this young woman. In short, I've really fallen for Chao Xiaoying, this young woman.

This young woman is really romantic. She carefully planned when buying bedding. She likes green; the blankets, mattress, and even the sheets are grass green. Then she bought green curtains. If you suddenly walk into the room, it's like entering a vibrant meadow, especially with the colorful flowers on the curtains and blankets—it's like spring all year round. In such an environment, holding a beautiful woman in my arms, how could I not be captivated? Even making love was exciting.

Not only that, the young woman frequently added new things to the rented apartment, such as a computer and a TV. Even though we didn't eat here, we bought a dining table for the kitchen. Our "home" truly felt like that of a married couple. In particular, the young woman and I even took a day off to have our wedding photos taken at a photo studio. We enlarged our favorite ones and hung them in the room. In the photos, I was dressed in a suit and tie, while she wore a wedding dress, both smiling sweetly. Anyway, all this money came from selling the puppies that Doug and Jiao Jiao had, and she said the dogs were the biggest contributors.

"We're married!" the young woman said happily, looking at the photos.

"We're married, so what are we going to do?" I asked, putting both hands in my pants and rubbing her big buttocks.

"I'll do whatever you say today," the young woman said with a smile.

"I want to use your mouth," I said, giving her a kiss.

Normally, this young woman loves it when I lick her mouth, but she's never given me a blowjob. She says it's dirty, even though her husband has asked her to do it many times, she always refuses. I've asked her to give me a blowjob many times, but she's never done it. Perhaps she's too happy for me today; although she's not entirely willing, she nodded and said,

"Okay. Just this once, no more."

So, we started playing 69, her on top, me on the bottom. I used both hands to spread her plump anus open and licked her vagina vigorously. She lay on top of me, her breasts flattened, her mouth holding my penis, one hand gripping it tightly, the other playing with my testicles. It seemed she really had never done oral sex before, constantly gagging, her teeth rubbing against my penis, causing a slight pain. Anyway, having such a beautiful woman giving me oral sex with such a pretty little mouth was a blessing, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

"I can't take it anymore, give it to me!" she said, getting off me and falling backward.

Every time I licked her, the little vixen would be the first to give in, begging me to quickly insert my penis into her vagina. But today was different, I wanted to ejaculate into her mouth, something I had been hoping for for over a year. So, I still put my penis to her mouth.

"Oh, give it to me... after we're done, I'll give you a blowjob..." she said impatiently, pulling me towards her.

"You'll keep your word, won't you?" I said.

"I promise... Oh... Please... Give it to me quickly..." She was shaking her head, looking very pained.

I stepped back, kneeling between her white legs, and thrust in with one stroke. I heard a cry of "Oh my god!" and she climaxed, moaning, "Oh... Faster... Ah... Faster..." I thrust hard, watching her beautiful, contorted face, feeling a sense of accomplishment. After her climax, I didn't ejaculate, but continued to thrust slowly. I told her I would give her a second climax, and she nodded gratefully.

So, I waited for her second climax before pulling my penis out.

The girl knew what I meant and quickly got up. Seeing my penis covered in fluid, she grinned and took out some toilet paper to carefully wipe it. The toilet paper was too thin, and some small pieces stuck to my penis, so she tore them off little by little. When she thought it was clean, she opened her mouth and put it back in.

The girl really didn't know how to give oral sex; her teeth were rubbing against my penis, causing a bit of pain. So I stood up, told her not to move, and put her two little hands on my buttocks. Then I grabbed her head and, with a forceful thrust, shoved my entire penis inside her.

She felt a wave of nausea, but she endured it, holding her head up as I thrust in and out. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, as if to say, "Are you comfortable?" Looking at that beautiful face, my penis thrusting in and out of her pretty little mouth, how could I not feel incredibly aroused? In an instant, my semen gushed out like a fountain, shooting into her mouth.

She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit again, so she quickly grabbed some toilet paper, spat the semen onto it, and then hit me, saying,

"Some of it went into my stomach! You're so naughty!"

I laughed and hugged her, saying, "That's what a real couple does." Hearing my words, she obediently leaned into my arms and said, "Okay, you can do whatever you want from now on, anyway, I'm your woman now." After that oral sex, the girl seemed like a different person, becoming much more wanton in the rented room. She and I watched downloaded pornographic videos on the computer and then did the same things as the characters. As a result, the rented room was often filled with laughter and debauchery. We weren't satisfied with just doing it in bed, so we went to the kitchen, the bathroom, and sometimes even on the floor... When she saw breast sex, she was curious and wanted to do it too. Her breasts were big, so breast sex was perfect for her, and she watched as I ejaculated onto her neck. She was also interested in anal sex when she saw it, but we rarely did it because her anus was small, and it was difficult and painful for her to insert it. Sometimes, when I'm having fun, I even do an external ejaculation.

"You big bad guy, why don't you ejaculate inside me, but instead shoot on me?" she often yells. "Tell me, we've been together for over a year, what place haven't you played with? And you even ejaculated on me, and the worst part is you even shot it on my face!" Although she's complaining, she always smiles and doesn't seem angry at all.

Whether she's angry or not, I have to coax her, telling her that this is what makes me feel satisfied, this is what makes me feel excited.

"Satisfied my foot! Excited my foot!" she pouts. "I want satisfaction too, I want excitement too!" After saying that, she'll smear her vagina with her hand, then smear the fluid that comes out onto my face and body, and then ask, "Are you satisfied? Are you excited?" I'll laugh and say, "As long as you're satisfied, I'm happy!" Jiaojiao is in heat again, her butt is still sticking up, and her tail is still tilted. We sat on the bed, naked, embracing each other, watching Doug finish having sex. Then we rolled around together, mimicking the dog's mating positions. She imitated Jiao Jiao's voice, and I imitated Doug's. The two puppies stared at us, just as we had looked at them.

"After Jiao Jiao has her puppies, we'll buy some more things for this house," the young woman said softly.

"Yes, the dogs are our greatest heroes," I said affectionately. "They were our matchmakers, and they support this family, don't you think?" "Absolutely! They even told their families about us when they got home, how wonderful!" the young woman said.

"So, we must cherish animals," I said.

"You're absolutely right," the young woman said, hugging me tightly.

VI.

Some friends might wonder, with you and the young woman so happy in the rented room, didn't anything go wrong? Let me tell you, it did happen. Let me tell you slowly, don't rush me.

That day, as usual, my girlfriend and I walked the dog first, watched it poop, and then went to our rented room.

Once inside, there was nothing else to do but hug, kiss, and caress. Then we got into bed, took off our clothes, and began foreplay with mutual caresses – something we were already very familiar with. Soon, we were both aroused, spread our legs, and I thrust my penis in. But before we'd even had a few thrusts, my girlfriend's phone rang.

"Which bastard is calling at this hour, ruining our good time?" she cursed, gesturing for me to hand her the phone.

Her phone was in her pocket, and her clothes were on the bedside table; she was pinned down and couldn't get up, so I had to do it for her. With my penis still inside her, I reached for the clothes and placed them beside me. My girlfriend took out her phone, her eyes widening. "It's my husband's cuckold," she said. Six months ago, I corrected her, insisting she change "my husband" to "my cuckold."

"You never call me normally, what's wrong today?" the young woman muttered, gesturing for me to get down. Seeing that I refused, she gave up. "Don't make a sound, please." Only then did she turn on her phone and put it to her ear.

I lay on top of her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other holding her buttocks, slowly thrusting in and out, pressing my ear against hers, hearing everything clearly.

"Hey, you fucking home right now," her husband said.

"What time is it?" the young woman said.

"What time is it and you're already home? I have an emergency!" her husband said.

"Jiaojiao hasn't pooped yet!" the young woman said.

"Don't let her poop, come back right now, let her poop inside," her husband said.

"If Jiaojiao poops inside, you'll hit her again," the young woman said.

"This time I promise I won't hit her, I'll even clean it up for you," her husband's voice softened, almost pleading.

"What is it? Tell me now," the young woman said.

"Just come back when I tell you to! Why all the nonsense? If this could be discussed over the phone, why the hell would I have asked you to come back?!" Her husband started cursing again.

"Okay, I'll be right back," the woman said.

"Hurry up, the sooner the better," her husband said as his last words.

The young woman hung up the phone, kissed me, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't satisfy you today. It seems the cuckold must have had something urgent, otherwise he wouldn't have acted like this." "No, I don't want to finish before I go down," I said while thrusting hard.

"No, you've been going on for too long. If I go home late, the cuckold will beat me," the young woman pleaded.

"I'll definitely finish quickly this time," I said.

"But you always take half an hour," the young woman said.

"This time, just one minute, okay?" I said.

"Okay, I'll wait one minute," the young woman flattened her body.

I explained while thrusting, usually I had to wait until she orgasmed, otherwise I would have ejaculated long ago. Then I made her be more lewd so that I could ejaculate quickly. In order to save time, the young woman was indeed lewd and said things she wouldn't normally say, such as: "Fuck my cunt, my cunt feels so good," etc. As expected, I lived up to her expectations, ejaculating my semen into her vagina every minute. Then I apologized, saying I hadn't made her comfortable.

At this point, the young woman wouldn't listen to anything. She got up without even wiping herself, hurriedly putting on her underwear. Just then, her phone rang again. Her bra wasn't fastened properly, and she gestured for me to help her. Then I heard her say, "I'm in the park, walking home... okay... I'm running..." She hung up the phone, cursing, "Come back here!" and hurriedly put on her clothes again. After getting dressed, I picked her up and walked to the door, turning back to say, "You owe me something, okay?" before wiggling her hips and running out.

I watched her wiggling her hips and hurrying away from the window, feeling a great sense of accomplishment, because my semen was flowing inside her, and it would still be flowing when she met her husband later—what an exciting scene that would be!

The next day, we met again at the rented apartment. I asked her what urgent matter her husband had yesterday. The young woman had already laughed so hard she was bent over. She was a cheerful person, laughing with every word she spoke, so her story was fragmented. After I understood the whole story, I couldn't stop laughing.

Apparently, yesterday, her husband was unusually free at home. After dinner, his wife went out to walk the dog, and he, having nothing to do, turned on the computer and played games for a while, but found it boring. So, he went to a pornographic website. He didn't like reading novels, and looking at pictures wasn't enough, so he started watching obscene videos. This was when he realized he hadn't had sex for the past two weeks, only drinking, and his penis was rock hard. He knew his wife wouldn't be home until 7:30, but it was only a little past 6:10. How could he wait more than an hour? So, he called.

His wife came in breathlessly, and was stunned to see her husband sitting naked on the sofa, rubbing his penis, while they were having sex on the computer. The young woman knew what was about to happen. She knew I'd just ejaculated inside her and would definitely notice, so she said, "I'm going to wash up." But her husband, already impatient, said, "Why wash up? Come here right now!" He pulled her over and hurriedly started undressing her.

The young woman could only endure it as her husband took off her clothes piece by piece. Suddenly, an idea struck her. Her eyes were glued to the computer screen as she exclaimed, "My God, this is so exciting!" Her husband said, "Great, as long as it's exciting, that's all that matters." He noticed a damp patch on her underwear and asked, startled, "Why is it damp?" The young woman had anticipated this question and said, "Of course! You haven't done this in so long. Seeing something like this, even a god couldn't resist." Her husband laughed heartily, actually believing her.

Coincidentally, the video was showing a man licking a woman's vagina. Her husband said, "I want to do that too." He pushed the woman to the ground and said, "There's so much fluid here, it looks like semen.

Have you been...?" Before he could finish, the woman said, "Don't you know? That's vaginal discharge. You haven't done it for so many days, and I'm seeing this stuff, it's no wonder there's so much fluid." Seeing her husband still hesitant, she added, "Are you going to do it or not? If not, then forget it." By this time, her husband couldn't hold back any longer and said,

"Yes, yes, why wouldn't I?" Seeing her husband's suspicion, the woman really got angry and started to get mischievous, saying,

"If you're going to do it, do it like that, lick it clean." Her husband kept shouting, "I'll lick it, I'll lick it," and lifted the woman's legs up, carefully licking them. The woman pressed his head down with both hands, looking at him with a wicked smile, feeling so relieved!

"Tell me, when he was with you, did you orgasm?" I asked with a smile.

The woman immediately blushed and lowered her head without saying a word. After a long pause, she finally raised her head and timidly asked, "Are you angry?" "I'm not angry, just tell the truth," I said with a smile.

"Actually... when I saw that the cuckold's mouth was full of your semen, I felt very excited, so... but please let me explain, okay? I was thinking about you the whole time, that's why I had an orgasm." The young woman was almost crying as she spoke.

"Hehe..." I smiled, taking off her clothes as I said, "Don't rush, baby. If you saw him eating all my semen, it would be strange if you didn't have an orgasm." "Ha! You're so naughty, I thought you were angry." The young woman laughed through her tears.

"How could I be angry? He's your own husband, and I'm just your father-in-law." I had already taken off her bra.

"You're my own husband." The young woman hugged me tightly, "You're my understanding husband." "You'd better be nicer to your cuckold in the future," I said.

"Why should I?" she asked.

"Because your cuckold doesn't mind your infidelity, and she even licks up the semen her lover ejaculated inside her, and eats it all. You can't find a cuckold like that anywhere in the world!" I said with a laugh.

"Okay, I'll listen to you and treat my cuckold better. But you have to promise me one thing," the girl said.

"What?" I asked.

"Today you ejaculate in my mouth, and then when I go home and kiss him, I'll spit some of your semen into his mouth so he can enjoy it," the girl said with a laugh.

"Okay, I'm all for it." I spread the girl's legs and inserted my penis back into that comfortable love nest.

VII.

Although we had a rented apartment and the girl and I saw each other almost every day, and made love almost every day, we always had one regret: every time we met and made love, it was always very rushed, and we didn't have much time for tenderness. The young woman always complained, "Why doesn't your old hag go anywhere? It would be so much better if she went out for a day! It's so hateful that cuckold of mine, he doesn't even go to meetings with his boss anymore. I'd rather he got hit by a car and die, so we can have room for each other." Perhaps it was divine intervention, or perhaps it was the young woman's sincerity, but fate truly arranged an opportunity for us.

It was a Friday when the young woman called me, her voice filled with such enthusiasm:

"My cuckolded grandfather died. He's the eldest grandson, and I'm going to the funeral today." "What are you so happy about?" "Are you silly? Cuckolded grandfather is in Heilongjiang; he won't be home for the next few days." "Ah!" I exclaimed, overjoyed. "Aren't you going?" "He wanted me to come with him, but I told him Jiaojiao has no one to look after her. Humph, I'm not going to see a dead man. It's much better to stay home with you. Are you coming?" "Such a good opportunity! It would be a waste if I didn't go. I'll definitely go." "Okay, I'll wait for you at home after get off work. Remember, once you come to my house, you're not leaving. It's not just for one night, but for three days. Tomorrow is Saturday, two days off. Think it over; don't even think about going home to see your wife. Are you sure you can handle that?" "Of course I can! I'll just tell my wife I'm going out for a training course." "Good, you're such a good husband. Also, make sure you come upstairs after seven o'clock. Nobody on our floor goes out after seven, so they don't see you." "Good wife, I'll listen to you."

Immediately, I started taking care of my evening tasks. First, I called my wife, telling her I had to go out for training and wouldn't be back until Monday. I reminded her to walk the dog morning and evening, and to keep an eye on the children's homework, etc. Our workplace often has closed-off training sessions, so not being home is common, and my wife believed me without question. All that was left was to wait—wait until I got off work to go to my girlfriend's place. For some reason, time seemed to be playing tricks on me,

dragging on endlessly. Finally, I got off work, and it started to drizzle. I had hoped my girlfriend would come out for a dog walk and I could see her, but unfortunately, she wouldn't come out in this rain. I had no choice but to take shelter in a building entrance, but I often saw acquaintances there, and I was afraid they would see me and tell my wife, which would be giving away my secret. It seemed I couldn't stay in the building entrance, but where else could I go? I decided to go back to my rented apartment; it was safe there, and I could avoid the rain, plus it was still early.

As the time ticked by, the rain outside intensified, becoming a downpour.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a raincoat or even an umbrella in the rented room. I couldn't let this rain delay me; even if it was pouring, I had to see the girl before 7:10 and show her how sincere I was. With that thought, I left the rented room and ran into the pouring rain. Before I

even crossed the street, I was already soaked to the bone. But I persisted, running into the residential complex and to the top floor. The rain didn't lessen because of my sincerity; on the contrary, a gust of wind blew, chilling me to the bone. Fortunately, because of the heavy rain, there were no pedestrians on the streets of the complex, and the elderly people who liked to chat downstairs had all gone home. No one saw me along the way. I ran into the building and took the elevator. I was the only one in the elevator, which went straight to the twenty-third floor.

The girl's door was tightly closed; she probably didn't know I had come in the rain, otherwise she would have opened the door and waited for me like last time. But I couldn't just wait; I needed to. I saw her doorbell and wanted to ring it, but I was afraid it would be someone with a green hat (a derogatory term for a cuckolded man) who answered. I thought I'd call her cell phone, but when I looked at it, I realized it had gotten wet and was now unusable. It seemed I had no choice but to ring the doorbell; after all, the cuckolded man didn't recognize me, and if he came out, I'd just say I had the wrong house.

"Who is it?" Just as the doorbell rang, I heard a sweet, familiar voice from inside.

"It's me," I said , trying to keep my voice down.

First, I saw a light and a shadow moving in the peephole, then the peephole was blocked by the person looking outside. I heard a scream: "Oh my god!" The door opened, and the young woman pushed it open, saying, "Come in quickly." After I entered, she quickly closed the door. Jiaojiao already recognized me, wagging her tail as she came over, looking around—she was looking for Doug.

"I thought you couldn't come in this heavy rain," the young woman said.

"A man should be honest; even if it's raining knives, I'll still be there on time," I said.

"Are you stupid? Couldn't you have waited until the rain stopped before coming?" the young woman complained.

"No way, I'm punctual," I said.

"Stop joking around, go take a hot bath to warm up." The young woman said, then went into the bathroom. I heard the sound of boiling water, then she poked her head out and said, "Come in quickly." I took off my shoes and walked into the bathroom barefoot. There was a small bathtub inside, so big that you had to curl up your legs to get in. The faucet was steaming and running hot water.

"Take off your clothes, I'll wash you," the young woman said, helping me take off my clothes. Seeing that I was naked, the young woman said again, "Hurry up and get in. Look at your thing, it's all frozen stiff, I don't know if it'll even work tonight." She then put my clothes into the washing machine one by one.

I jumped into the bathtub and felt a warm current flow through my whole body. It felt so good!

"This is mine, you can use it as you like," the young woman said, pointing to the bathing utensils tucked away in the wall. "That's Green Hat's. If you think it's dirty, don't use it. I'll go cook for you." "Why shouldn't I use Green Hat's?" I said. "He's the husband in this house, and now I've taken his place, so I have to use his." "Whatever," the young woman said and left.

I slowly warmed up and looked at Green Hat's bathing utensils, secretly admiring them. No wonder it's a bank; their stuff is so expensive. That bath towel looks so soft. Never mind, let's enjoy Green Hat's stuff first. I first used Green Hat's shampoo to wash my hair, then Green Hat's soap to rub my body, and then Green Hat's bath towel to dry myself. While drying myself, I made sure to clean my penis, testicles, and anus thoroughly.

Just then, the young woman came in with pajamas and said, "These are Green Hat's pajamas. You'll have to make do with them. Mine are too small for you." "Hmm! Great, they fit perfectly!" I said with a smile. "I should be wearing his. I was using his things earlier." The young woman laughed and said, "Whatever you want!"

I picked up Green Hat's toothbrush and said, "I want to brush my teeth, but I don't want to use his anymore." "That's true. Throw his away, and I'll get you a new one." After saying that, the young woman threw the toothbrush into the trash can and took out a new one. "You can use this for the next few days. Don't waste it. He can use it again when he gets home." After saying that, she went out and said from outside, "Hurry up and brush your teeth. Come and eat. I have to treat you properly." I agreed and started brushing my teeth. Then I picked up Green Hat's razor, cleaned my face, and then came out wearing Green Hat's slippers. Last time I was too guilty to look around properly, so I didn't pay attention to the layout of the house. This time I'll take a closer look. It turns out to be a house of over 100 square meters, luxuriously decorated, with two bright bedrooms. I noticed the wedding photo on the wall, and it was the first time I'd seen the cuckold's face. He had a square face and looked quite fierce. I remembered, the cuckold always drove an Audi; he was a very arrogant guy. I never imagined that in the past year or so, I'd been sleeping with his wife.

"Stop looking around, you'll see tomorrow. Come and eat," the young woman urged.

I went into the dining room. A table was placed against the wall with four dishes on it. It seemed the young woman was quite a good cook; the aroma was enticing.

"Want some wine? Is it his wine?" the young woman asked.

"Of course I'll drink his wine, and I'll use his cup and his utensils," I said.

"Okay, okay," the young woman brought out his cup and utensils, looking at the chopsticks and saying, "Throw these away too, you can use new ones. He can use them again when he comes back." "I'll do as you say," I said, and sat down in the seat the cuckold used to eat at home.

"I don't drink, but I have to have a little with you today," the young woman said, pouring me a full glass of wine and a little for herself.

This was our first meal together since we met, and it was at her house, with everything I was wearing and using belongings from her family—I felt incredibly pleased with myself. During the meal, I was either feeding her or she was feeding me, like a sweet married couple. I would occasionally reach out and touch her unbraced breasts, feeling a surge of pleasure. After dinner

, the young woman was clearing the dishes, and I went into the living room alone. I sat on the sofa where we had made love last time, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV. The drama "Bright Sword" was playing. I comfortably leaned back and watched.

Suddenly, I noticed a pack of soft-pack Zhonghua cigarettes on the coffee table. Needless to say, they were definitely from her family. I took one out, put it in my mouth, lit it with a windproof lighter from the coffee table, and leisurely began to smoke.

By this time, the young woman had finished washing my clothes and brought them to the living room to dry. Seeing me so relaxed, she asked, "You seem to be in a good mood." I smiled and said, "How could I not? I wear his clothes and shoes, use his things to bathe, drink his wine, smoke his cigarettes, and even eat from his bowl. How could I not be in a good mood?" After hanging up the clothes, the young woman came over, sat directly on my lap, and hugged my neck, saying, "Okay, now let's go to bed. You'll be using his pillow and his blanket." I picked her up, kissed her, and said, "Yes, I also want to use his wife and fuck his wife." "You rascal, what are you saying? Even if that's true, don't put it so harshly!" The young woman punched my shoulder and yelled.

VIII.

In the spacious bedroom, just like the style of a rented room, the main color was green, even the chandelier emitted a soft green light.

On the bed, we were covered with a green hat blanket and used a green hat pillow, embracing tightly. I would knead her enormous breasts, pinch her plump buttocks, and then tease her gushing vagina, enjoying myself immensely.

Then, I knelt down and began kissing her from her hair down her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and small mouth, before sliding to her beautiful ears, whispering, "Chao Xiaoying, darling, I love you." The little wench's hand never left my penis, stroking it as she softly said, "I love you too." My mouth slid down to her chin, then to her neck, and sucked on her breasts for a while before continuing down, kissing her belly and even licking her navel a few times. The young woman lay back, enjoying herself, her body bouncing up and down with each kiss, groaning, "Oh, darling, take it slow, don't rush, there's plenty of time. Oh...oh...it feels so good..." My mouth lingered on her dark, glistening pubic hair for a long time before I began to lick her vagina carefully—her clitoris, her labia, her vaginal opening...oh, it felt like rain after a long drought. But I didn't stop there, continuing downwards, kissing her two fair, jade-like legs, all the way to her beautiful feet, licking even the spaces between her toes.

"Lie down," I commanded, while simultaneously moving her body.

The young woman let out an "oh," first releasing my penis, then turning over, before quickly grasping it again and rhythmically stroking it.

I played with her large buttocks for a while, then bent down, kissing her heels, slowly moving upwards—her ankles, calves, the back of her thighs, and finally her plump buttocks. I lingered on her buttocks for a long time, stroking them with my hands, kissing and licking them with my mouth, even licking her anus a few times. The young woman moaned with emotion,

"You're really my dear husband." I didn't answer, and continued to move upwards, kissing her small waist, her delicate back, and her armpits and hands, before finally kissing the back of her neck and her hair. This was the first time in my life I had ever been kissed all over like this, and I was incredibly excited.

I pried her hands apart, spread her legs with my legs, and knelt between them, cupping her buttocks with my hands, gesturing for her to bend over a little. The young woman obediently raised her plump buttocks slightly, revealing her pink vagina. I held my penis, looked back at the wedding photo, and said to the cuckold, "Sorry, buddy, I'm going to use your wife." The young woman replied, "Sorry, husband, he always uses your things when he comes to my house. If he wants to use me, I can't refuse." As she spoke, my penis had already entered her slippery vagina.

My hands reached down, touching her pubic hair and clitoris, my penis moving back and forth inside her vagina. The little woman arched her back, making it feel even better for me, while letting out beautiful moans. I pulled my hands away and forcefully turned her head, making her turn as far as possible, then kissed her little mouth. The little woman tried her best to turn her head back, her hands also trying to reach behind her back and stroke my back. We made love like this for a full ten minutes.

"I remember," the little woman said.

Without my penis leaving her vagina, I knelt up to cooperate with her, so that we were in a doggy-style position. I held onto her hips with both hands and thrust hard into her cunt. With each impact, the flesh on her large buttocks surged like waves, and the little woman's body also moved back and forth, her two huge breasts almost drooping onto the bed, shaking violently. Ah! It was so wonderful that I couldn't help but lean down and press my hands against her breasts. Touching her breasts like this was completely different from touching them standing up or upside down; the feeling was different too.

"I can't take it anymore," the girl squirmed, pleading to change positions.

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