Drunken Family Banquet

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It's the weekend, a rare day off, so this afternoon I invited my friend Shanzi over to play games tonight. We'd team up for a duo queue and try to climb the ranks. Shanzi is a friend I met after coming to America; he's tall and strong, has a great temper,

and is very easygoing. We usually play basketball and games together. My wife was quite happy to hear I invited Shanzi over, since we don't know many people here, and having a friend over for dinner and drinks is always a good thing. She quickly tidied up the house to prepare dinner. I helped out, taking the opportunity to enjoy some of my wife's company.

A little while later, the doorbell rang; it must be Shanzi. I was cooking and told my wife to go open the door. She rushed over, completely forgetting that she was going braless, and her nipples were quite noticeable. I heard the door open, peeked in, and sure enough, saw Shanzi staring at my wife's chest, looking somewhat dazed. I felt a surge of mischievous satisfaction at my successful prank and greeted Shanzi. He quickly looked up at me, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

After my wife called him in, she quickly turned around, head down, and hurriedly ran to me, saying, "Honey, you're so mean! I completely forgot I was dressed like this before you made me open the door without even reminding me!" I looked at my wife's flushed face with a teasing expression and said, "I was busy. I didn't even notice. It's not like I wasn't wearing any clothes. We're all so familiar with each other, what's there to be afraid of? I think Shanzi is even more shy than you." After saying that, I looked at Shanzi, and sure enough, he seemed to still be in a daze. So I said to Shanzi, "Shanzi, sit down and watch some TV. I'll be right there." Shanzi said "Oh" and sat down on the sofa, looking dazed.

"Then I'll go change my clothes first," my wife whispered in my ear, afraid that others would hear.

"Change your clothes? If you change your clothes, it means you know that Shanzi saw your nipples.

You might as well just pretend you don't know, that way everyone will pretend they don't know. It'll save you from embarrassment later." I laughed and started my brainwashing mode.

"Isn't it a bit awkward to keep looking like this?"

"What's wrong with it? The food will be ready soon. After you eat, take a shower and change your clothes while you're at it. It won't be out of place and it'll be perfectly reasonable. Besides, you were much more revealing at the beach last time. We're at home

, surrounded by familiar faces, so what's there to be afraid of?" Seeing my wife still hesitating, I quickly added, "Alright, come on. Just put in the seasonings and it's ready to serve. I'm going to check on Shanzi; I haven't even said a word to him yet." Without waiting for my wife's reply, I handed her the spatula, patted her pert bottom, and turned to go to the living room.

"How's Shanzi? How have you been lately?" I started the conversation.

Shanzi said with a hint of reproach, "You're fine. What have you been so busy with lately? I haven't even had time to play ball with you." I quickly brushed it off, "Hey, it's just some work stuff, let's not talk about that. We haven't seen each other in a while, let's have a good drink later." Shanzi hesitated for a moment, "Okay, just a little bit, otherwise I won't play well in the game." We chatted casually for a while, and then we heard my wife calling us to eat.

"You guys sit down first, I'll get you some food," my wife said while busying herself.

Hey, what a good wife. "Later, Shanzi and I will have some drinks." "You seem so happy today, even having a little drink?" My wife obediently took a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator and put them on the table, then turned around and bent down slightly to take a few bottles of beer that hadn't been chilled out from the cupboard and put them in the refrigerator.

But she seemed to have forgotten that her current attire was quite revealing. Completely unguarded, she bent down with her back to Shanzi to get a beer from the cabinet. Her full, round buttocks pushed up her skirt, her smooth vulva peeking out intermittently. It was obvious she wasn't wearing underwear. I pretended not to see, keeping my head down, but glanced sideways at Shanzi. Haha, Shanzi's expression was a little dazed, his eyes fixed on my wife's buttocks. Fine, let him look. I'll let you have a good look at my wife and show her off a bit more.

After getting her beer, my wife sat down opposite Shanzi. She was completely unaware that Shanzi had seen her vulva completely. And her nipples were even more prominent under the light.

I grinned mischievously and opened two cans of beer, one for Shanzi and one for my wife.

My wife waved her hands, her breasts swaying as she pushed the beer back. "No, no, I can't drink." "It's okay, it's just one can, it's no problem. After you finish, watch some TV and rest, then you should go to sleep. It's late at night, and there's nothing to do. What's the big deal if you get drunk?" I comforted her.

"I know what you're thinking. You're just afraid I'll scold you for playing games with Shanzi too late." My wife seemed to see right through me, but she didn't refuse the beer I pushed back.

I smiled awkwardly and picked up the beer. "Come on, thank you for cooking, my dear wife. Cheers!" Shanzi thanked me repeatedly. We both drank half a can of beer in one go, but I noticed my wife only took a small sip. When she saw me staring at her, she quickly took another big gulp before putting it down.

I chuckled. If I didn't get my wife drunk so she could go to sleep early, she would definitely get scolded for playing too late.

With my little scheme in mind, Shanzi and I chatted enthusiastically. After all, we hadn't seen each other for a long time, and we weren't that far apart in age, so we naturally had a lot to talk about. My wife couldn't get a word in edgewise; she could only passively let me lead the drinking.

Before we knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the empty beer cans on the table were piling up. My wife had only planned to drink one can, but after my encouragement, she'd already had three. Although the cans weren't big—two cans were roughly equivalent to a bottle of beer in China—my wife never drinks, and her alcohol tolerance is really nothing to brag about. Her cheeks were already rosy, her hands propping up her cheeks on the table, her eyes glazed over. She wasn't just drunk; she was practically asleep. After cleaning the house all afternoon, cooking so many dishes, and drinking so much, it was no wonder she was sleepy.

We two grown men, of course, have pretty good alcohol tolerance, but we couldn't handle the sheer volume. I noticed Shanzi's face was also slightly flushed; I didn't know if he was drunk or just embarrassed by my wife's breasts. His eyes kept glancing at her chest. What can you do? Even the most upright man can't resist the allure of a beautiful woman's exposed nipples. I wholeheartedly understand, young man, I've been eyeing my wife's beauty for years and still can't resist.

I was also a little tipsy, so I just turned a blind eye and pretended not to see anything. Seeing that I seemed unaffected by his glances at my wife, Shanzi, emboldened by the alcohol, stared at her with righteous indignation, practically reaching out to touch her.

I thought, "Fine, look all you want. My darling wife is so beautiful, you can only be envious." Then I got up to go to the bathroom. Staggering to the stall, I flushed after a moment of relief, but damn it, the water level was rising and showing no sign of going down. I called out from the bathroom, "Honey, why isn't the toilet flushing?" "The toilet got clogged yesterday. You came home too late last night and I forgot to tell you," my wife's groggy voice came from the dining room, as if she was about to fall asleep.

How could it be clogged? I muttered something, guessing my wife had thrown one of those extra-thick kitchen paper towels down the toilet. I could vaguely see the paper towels floating in the drain. I grabbed a plunger to try and unclog it, but it was so clogged I couldn't understand it. I'd tried everything, but nothing worked, and I was just sweating buckets.

I thought, "What's the point? It's so late. There's another bathroom, though, in the bedroom. I usually use the bedroom bathroom, so I didn't even realize the toilet in the living room was clogged."

Reluctantly, I closed the lid and waited for the water to drain. Turning back to the dining room, I saw my wife slumped over the table, her back heaving gently—she was asleep. And Shanzi? Holy crap, where was Shanzi? When I looked again, I saw that the guy had actually squatted under the table, staring blankly between my wife's legs. Seeing this, my lustful desires were aroused, so I turned around and went back to the bathroom to turn on the tap and let the water run. Then I quietly returned to the living room and stood in the corner to secretly observe Shanzi and see what he planned to do.

Sure enough, he seemed relieved after hearing the sound of water in the bathroom. He slowly placed his hands on his wife's knees and gently opened her legs. I knew my wife's vulva best. Normally, her two full labia majora were tightly closed, and when she bent over, it was a standard "one-line vulva" from behind, with only a slit. But if you spread her labia majora, the opening inside would slightly open, directly revealing the folds of tender flesh inside the vagina, as if it were opening its mouth, ready to devour the protruding penis.

At this moment, my wife was still lying on the table, completely unaware that her legs had been spread apart by Shanzi. Her originally tightly closed labia majora could no longer protect the secret of her vulva, and were pulled apart by her spread legs, revealing her pink labia minora and slightly open vaginal opening.

Shanzi was stunned. He slowly brought his face closer to my wife's vulva. I planned in my heart that if I touched my wife's vulva, I would show myself and stop him.

Shanzi's face stopped just two centimeters from his wife's vulva, then remained motionless, seemingly intoxicated by the erotic scent emanating from her.

Seeing he didn't seem to be making any further moves, I turned and went back to the bathroom to turn off the tap. I lingered for about ten seconds before returning to the dining room. Shanzi was already seated, pretending nothing had happened, playing on his phone. He gave me an awkward smile. His wife's legs under the table weren't spread as wide as before; it seemed Shanzi was still afraid I'd discover his peeping, so he remembered to return them to their original position.

Fueled by the alcohol, a bold idea suddenly formed in my mind, but I needed to confirm it first.

So I staggered to the dining table and gently patted my wife. "Baby, are you asleep? Let me help you to the bedroom." My wife mumbled a sleepy "Mmm." It seemed she was really asleep. If I helped her to bed, she'd be sound asleep in no time. My wife is a very sound sleeper, and with the alcohol today, she probably wouldn't wake up no matter how much noise I made. Originally, I wanted my wife to rest early so I could play games, but now I had other ideas. It was as if everything was going naturally, so I decided to let things take their course and try exposing my drunken wife's body to satisfy my cuckoldry desires a little. At least this time, with me by her side, it wouldn't be as bad as being raped by Ethan for four hours at the beach last time.

Thoughts raced through my mind. I hugged my wife from behind, slipped my hands under her armpits, and grabbed her ample breasts, kneading them a couple of times in front of Ethan. Shanzi's eyes widened in surprise. I gave a playful laugh and then tried to lift my wife up, but she was too limp and had no leverage. My effort almost caused her to fall to the ground. I quickly called Shanzi over for help. "Shanzi, help me move Shanshan to the bed." Shanzi immediately grabbed my wife's legs, and with a little effort, we lifted her up. However, she was too weak to exert much force, so Shanzi used his arms to hold her legs together and pressed her buttocks firmly against his crotch to maintain her balance. Then, he looked up at me somewhat embarrassed.

I felt a pang of jealousy, but the excitement within me was even stronger. I comforted Shanzi, saying, "It's alright, hold on tight, let's go." Shanzi was overjoyed at this, and having received my permission to caress my wife's ample buttocks, he no longer refused. My wife was then supported by the two of us, one holding her breasts and the other supporting her buttocks, as we swayed and headed straight for the bedroom. Her full, pert buttocks rubbed back and forth against the protrusion between Shanzi's legs, making my heart burn with desire.

We gently placed my wife on the bed. Shanzi seemed a little embarrassed, after all, he was a pretty honest person. Although he had taken advantage of my wife under the influence of alcohol, he was still a bit reserved. He made an excuse to go to the bathroom. I told him to go to the bathroom inside the bedroom, as the one outside was blocked. Shanzi sheepishly ran over, while I carefully lifted my wife's neck, placed a pillow under her head, and covered her with the blanket. Then, after thinking for a moment, I lifted the blanket up a little, revealing my wife's white thighs under the light. I knelt by the bed, gently brushing my wife's hair aside. A pang of reluctance struck me, but the memory of that day, just a window away, of witnessing her shamelessly being violated by a stranger, uttering those lewd words. Perhaps my wife enjoyed it too.

A moment later, the toilet flushed. I stopped my thoughts and stood up. I had made up my mind: whatever happened tonight, I wouldn't stop it. I'd let things take their course. Shanzi, seeing my wife's bare thighs exposed, was visibly startled, but quickly recovered and followed me out of the bedroom to the yard for a smoke.

Having decided to let things unfold naturally, I remained calm, pretending nothing had happened. I chatted with Shanzi about game strategies. Shanzi seemed somewhat distracted, but we quickly joined the discussion. After all, the main purpose of the evening was to play games, and besides, we could do other things later. ? The night air was cool and pleasant. We chatted and smoked, a gentle breeze caressing our faces. The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, so we went back inside to prepare for some games.

"Shanzi, go to my bedroom and get my laptop. I'll go to the garage to look for the mouse and keyboard." The laptop was in the bedroom; I used it often. But I hadn't found the mouse somewhere in the garage, so I'd have to search carefully.

Shanzi rushed off to my bedroom. Seeing his eagerness, I chuckled, not really paying him any mind.

I searched the garage thoroughly; all sorts of odds and ends were piled up everywhere. As I searched, I secretly resolved to find a chance to tidy up the garage properly. But instead of finding the mouse, I unearthed an old item: a large dildo. I'd bought it online a long time ago, intending to "train" my wife and give her a try with a different size. However, I hadn't figured out the dimensions, and it was too big when it arrived. The insertable part was 10 inches (25 cm) long, and the width was a full 2.5 inches (6 cm). That evening, I convinced my wife to try it, but even with tremendous effort, I could only barely insert the slightly pointed tip of the penis. The rest was simply impossible to fit into my wife's narrow vagina. In the end, I had no choice but to hide it in a cloth bag. Now it looks pretty well-maintained, with no fading or odor, so it should still work. Besides, my wife's vagina has been used to this for a while, so it should be able to fit, right? I thought to myself, silently tucking the dildo into my clothes. I searched the garage for a while before finally finding the mouse.

When I returned to the living room, quite some time had passed. Shanzi was sitting on the sofa setting up his laptop. I handed him the mouse and asked, "Are you used to this laptop? The key layout isn't great. Go play on my desktop. I'll use the laptop." "It's alright, I'll get used to it."

"Get used to my ass! You'll be blamed if we lose!" I said, laughing as I sat down. "Get out of here, over there." Shanzi had no choice but to obediently move over to play on the desktop. Actually, the main problem was that sitting on the sofa and bending over to play games was tiring. Shanzi probably felt bad and wanted me to sit in a chair for comfort.

We skillfully opened the game, logged in, and while waiting in line, I got up to use the restroom. I told Shanzi to help me choose a character when the game started, and then went to the bathroom in the bedroom. I

quietly opened the bedroom door. The only light in the room was the soft glow of a nightlight, illuminating my wife's slightly flushed face as she slept soundly. I quietly walked around the bed to the bathroom, casually placing the dildo I had found earlier into the bedside table, trying not to make too much noise.

As I came out, I glanced at the bed and suddenly realized something was wrong. The blanket was different from the one I had used earlier. Before, I had covered my wife's stomach, but now it covered her legs as well. However, my wife's sleeping position hadn't changed; she was still lying on her back in a starfish position. Could it be that Shanzi had moved it when he got the computer? The thought flashed through my mind; that was probably the only possibility. So I gently lifted the corner of the blanket to take a look. Sure enough, it was different from before. Before, although my stomach was covered, the skirt still covered my thighs properly. Now the skirt was lifted up to my stomach, and my smooth vulva was completely exposed. When I got closer, I saw that my labia majora were slightly everted, and the lustful fluid at the entrance of my vagina reflected a charming luster in the dim light.

Holy crap, this kid didn't just stick it in like that, did he? No, that doesn't seem likely. There should be a faint fishy smell after a penis is inserted, and the vaginal opening wouldn't be only this wide open. It must have been a finger. This level of observation and deduction is enough for me to be a detective!

This brat, he's so skilled at finger-raping my wife! It's getting my dick hard. A surge of excitement coursed through me. I immediately pulled my pants down to my knees, lightly leaped onto my wife, and braced my knees against her thighs, slightly pushing them apart. Her vagina was completely exposed. Years of experience meant I didn't need to aim; I could just blindfold myself and guarantee a 100% success rate. With

a powerful thrust of my hips, my hard penis slid completely into my wife's vagina with a "plop." My sleeping wife didn't react at all; she was indeed in a deep sleep. I savored the intense pleasure of my swollen penis fully penetrating my wife's warm, wet vagina. The thought that this vagina had just been violated by another man's fingers filled me with excitement. I arched my back and thrust forward again, my penis withdrawing from her vagina in an instant before plunging deep inside. Only then did my wife unconsciously let out a soft "Mmm~". That's right. Only such forceful penetration could produce the sexual pleasure my sleeping wife would feel.

Highly excited, I thrust my engorged penis deep into my wife's tender vagina, the reddish glans probing and rubbing against the sensitive vaginal walls. The impact of our hips made "slap," "slap" sounds, and my wife only made unconscious moans. I didn't care if Shanzi outside heard; when you're enjoying yourself, who cares about the noise?

Suddenly, Shanzi's voice came from the living room, "Are you done yet? The game's already started, hurry up!" Shanzi's shout startled me. I quickly pulled my wet, dripping penis out of my wife's pussy, pulled up my pants, and rushed to the living room. "Coming, coming, what's the rush?" Before leaving, I glanced back at my wife lying on her back on the bed, legs spread, her pussy opening like a pink, blooming flower, gently contracting with her breath. Hehe, I'll deal with you later.

I quickly sat down at the computer. Damn, the game's already started. I only fucked my wife for a little while. Are all gamers this efficient these days? They've already chosen their characters so quickly. I quickly adjusted my mindset, calmed my arousal, and focused on playing the game.

"Double kill!"

"Triple kill!

" "Unstoppable!"

Playing in pairs is definitely better; communication is so much easier. Shanzi and I coordinated well, although Shanzi seemed a little distracted and made a few small mistakes. But that didn't stop us from storming ahead and taking the high ground. Four consecutive wins, plus our previous accumulated points, propelled us to the next rank.

"That was so much fun! Our teamwork was amazing!" After finishing a game, I grabbed two cans of drinks from the fridge and handed one to Shanzi.

Shanzi immediately waved his hand. "No, no, it's too cold. My stomach hurts." "What? You got your period? Your stomach hurts?" I teased. "Period my foot! It was already hurting a bit while playing. I need to go to the bathroom, wait for me." Before he could finish, he rushed off to the bedroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Oh my god. I didn't even have time to stop him, and before I could even swallow my soda, he was already in the bedroom. Damn it, my wife's inside with her legs spread wide, waiting for me.

Sure enough, I heard Shanzi's hurried footsteps pause for a moment, followed by the sound of the door closing, and then silence.

I thought about going to the bedroom to cover my wife up, but then I thought better of it. I'd already seen her; covering her up now would just make things worse

. I decided to go to the yard, have a smoke, and play on my phone for a bit, checking how the novel review I wrote last time was going. After a while, I heard a rustling sound. This kind of sound is common; it usually means a squirrel or raccoon has come to the yard. You can't chase it away, and you can't fight it off—it's really annoying. But I looked around and didn't see any squirrels or raccoons. Was I hallucinating? No, wait a minute. I focused and listened carefully; there was definitely a rustling sound. I looked around for the source of the sound and realized it seemed to be coming from inside the house.

There's a window in the bedroom that faces the backyard, and the sound seemed to be coming from the bedroom.

I quietly walked to the bedside and peeked inside through the gap in the blinds.

Holy crap, this brat! He said he was going to the bathroom, but he ended up on my bed.

In the dim light, I could see a figure kneeling on the bed, head bowed, moving rhythmically towards the body beneath him. It was Shanzi. The nightlight was dim, making it hard to see clearly, but I could vaguely make out that Shanzi seemed to be sucking on his wife's breasts. His hips were moving back and forth, his hands gripping his wife's legs wrapped around his waist.

Holy crap, how long have you been in there? I haven't even finished my cigarette and you're already inside? That's too fast! This guy probably never intended to go to the bathroom. He just closed the bathroom door and ran to the bed. No wonder he was so distracted while playing the game; he was thinking about fucking my wife.

But I wasn't angry at all. Ever since my wife was raped at the beach, I've completely let go of the idea of cuckolding her. Besides, I know Shanzi quite well; he's not the kind of person who talks nonsense, and his health is definitely fine. Overall, I'm quite reassured. Although I intentionally or unintentionally exposed my wife today, I neither oppose nor support what's happening, but I can't just tell Shanzi to have sex with my wife. After all, we'll still have to meet in the future, and saying it directly would inevitably be awkward. It's best to leave things as they are. I haven't told Shanzi directly, and he's had sex with my wife; we can just pretend we don't know when we meet in the future. As for my wife, she probably won't even know that Shanzi had sex with her tonight.

I found a comfortable position and leaned against the window, peeking through the blinds. Shanzi's muscular figure was silhouetted against the dim light, moving rapidly as he thrust his lower body towards my wife.

I've seen Shanzi's penis before when we played basketball together and went to the bathroom; it's about the same length as mine, but much thicker. My wife's vagina isn't as tight as it used to be, but it's not loose either. I wonder if Shanzi's thicker penis will hurt my precious wife.

Inside, Shanzi's breathing grew heavier. With each thrust, he arched his buttocks high before slamming them down, shoving his thick penis deep into my wife's vagina.

Suddenly, my sleeping wife uttered a sound that seemed like a dream, "Husband, be gentle~ It's too full down there!" Shanzi froze, startled, and immediately stopped thrusting, but dared not pull his penis out, afraid of waking her.

Fortunately, after saying that, my wife fell silent, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, clearly having drifted off to sleep again. Thanks to my frequent nighttime fucking while my wife slept, she was used to the pleasure from her lower body in her sleep. And I wasn't worried that my wife would discover that I wasn't the one fucking her, since she hadn't resisted too much when Ethan fucked her last time.

It was just that Shanzi, whose vagina was tightly gripped, was terrified. After all, he hadn't received my permission to fuck my wife; it was just a sneaky act.

After a while, Shanzi finally withdrew his penis, already soaked with her juices, from his wife's vagina. Although still large, it had noticeably sagged. I thought to myself, "This brat, did he get scared and go limp?" I hadn't had enough yet.

Sure enough, Shanzi slowly lowered his wife's legs, gently stood by the bed, pulled up his pants, and carefully positioned her legs back to their previous position. He then lifted her dress to cover her exposed breasts before going to the bathroom and flushing the toilet. Then I saw him leave the bedroom.

I was truly impressed. He put on a complete act, even imagining the sound of the toilet flushing.

I smiled wryly to myself as I sat back down on the lounge chair in the yard, lit another cigarette, and planned to go back in later.

Unexpectedly, Shanzi came out on his own initiative.

"Still smoking? I've already finished using the toilet. Give me one too, and we can play a few more rounds after I finish." Damn, his tone was the same as before, not even blushing or out of breath, as if he wasn't the one who just fucked my wife. This guy can act even better than me, what a talent! Play a few more rounds, using his dick on my wife?

I kept chuckling to myself, but I couldn't call him out on it. I tossed him a cigarette and asked, "What happened? You were fine just now, and suddenly your stomach hurts." "I don't know, probably from drinking too much beer or it was too cold, and suddenly my stomach hurts." I was laughing so hard inside, but I couldn't show it on my face. I was almost shaking from holding back my laughter. I'm impressed, what an actor!

"The important thing is, are you better now? Can you still play games later?" As a close friend, my biggest concern was, of course, whether he could still play. His health was a minor matter.

"No problem, let's go, let's continue." Shanzi threw away his cigarette butt and went back inside.

I tossed away my cigarette butt with a wry smile and followed Shanzi into the living room. Still worried about my wife, I used the same excuse as before: "Shanzi, get ready, I need to use the restroom." Shanzi hesitated for a moment, then said "Oh," sounding a little hesitant.

I walked calmly into the bedroom, though I was secretly pounding with excitement. As soon as I entered, I quickly checked on my wife's vagina.

Gently parting her legs, sure enough, that brat had really been thrusting hard. Her labia were wide open, glistening with vaginal fluid, reflecting a captivating sheen under the light. Her vulva was slightly oval and everted, clearly not yet accustomed to a thicker penis, stretched even wider, making my own penis throb.

I dipped my index finger in the remaining fluid and gently inserted it into her vagina, stirring it around. My wife still didn't react. Thankfully, Shanzi hadn't ejaculated. Did that mean Shanzi would find another opportunity to fuck my wife later? Never mind, there were more important things to do right now. I pulled out my penis as fast as I could and quickly thrust it into my wife's vagina, pumping rapidly. I was afraid Shanzi would call me again, so I had to hurry; every second of pleasure was precious. But this time, something was noticeably different. Sure enough, my wife's vagina was stretched wider, and I could clearly feel a difference from usual. It was less tight, although it still gripped my penis tightly, it felt a bit loose. I thought to myself, "I can't keep finding my wife big dicks like this. If this happens too often, it'll seriously affect my own sexual happiness!"

Thinking this, I thrust haphazardly a few dozen times, quickly pulled up my pants, and went back to the living room. I felt embarrassed to keep getting rushed. But then I thought, "Wait a minute, I'm fucking my own wife in my own home, why should I be embarrassed?" No, I have to have a good time after this.

I absentmindedly returned to the sofa. Shanzi gave me a wicked look, his eyes somewhat enigmatic.

I could only pretend I didn't see him and obediently wait for the game to begin.

Sure enough, after climbing a rank, our opponents became much stronger. Unlike our previous rapid advances, this time we were truly on the verge of defeat. Plus, we each had our own agendas: one of us wanted to finish quickly so he could sleep with his wife, and the other was thinking about how to find an opportunity to sleep with someone else's wife. Naturally, we lost several games in a row.

As the screen displayed a large "Defeat" message, I helplessly put down the mouse and slumped into the sofa. Another loss. The wall clock had already struck 1 a.m., and I really had no desire to continue playing.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. This teammate is too bad; no matter how hard we try, it's useless. Let's take a break," I said weakly to Shanzi, rubbing my eyes.

"Let's rest, let's rest a bit before playing again," Shanzi also slumped back in his chair, completely sprawled out.

This game is so frustrating, and there's nothing I can do about it. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I decided to just quit. "Forget it, I'm not going to get any rest. I don't think I'll be able to turn things around tonight. Go wash up and go to bed." "You're not playing anymore? It's only 1 a.m. Why don't you find a movie to watch and rest for a bit before playing again?" "Damn, it's only 1 a.m., it's getting late, buddy!" "You're kidding me! You asked me to play games all night, all night? It's only 1 a.m." Thinking about it, he's right. It's a rare weekend get-together to play games, and I asked him to play all night. It wouldn't be right to leave him alone now. Helpless, I could only say, "Okay, okay, I'll watch a movie first. You start a game by yourself. I'll rest for a bit before playing again." Shanzi got his promise, sat up straight with a smug look on his face, and started another game with renewed energy. Seeing his enthusiasm, I could only stay up with him. I browsed the web and watched YouTube, but nothing interesting happened. I was incredibly bored. I went behind Shanzi and watched him play a game. This match was pretty standard; Shanzi chose a safe hero, not flashy or aggressive, but definitely stable and not going to collapse. It was clear Shanzi really wanted to win. But being stable was practically just coasting. The early game was so boring I almost fell asleep watching it—more boring than browsing the web! Ugh, nothing to do, and I couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, it dawned on me—I had something to do! At this rate, Shanzi's game would take at least another half hour. I could go to the bedroom and play! Go to the bedroom and play with my wife, haha. Games really do waste time; losing a few games had me completely bewildered. I even forgot about something as important as sleeping with my wife.

I wandered around the room aimlessly, and then suddenly slipped into the bedroom. Shanzi was completely focused on the game and didn't have time to observe his surroundings.

I quietly closed the door. Gazing at the beauty on the bed, I rubbed my hands together excitedly. Now no one will bother me, right? Haha, wife, here I come!

I quickly pulled down my pants and climbed on top of her. She still didn't react, her even breathing accompanied by the rise and fall of her chest. Sigh, wife, you've suffered, getting fucked even in your sleep. And it's a relay fuck, three rounds already in a short time.

While I felt pity, my body didn't think so. Kneeling between her legs, my penis was already erect. I lifted her legs, supporting them with my arms, and without looking, relying on my memory, I thrust my hips forward, my penis, still wet with the remaining juices from her vagina, sliding all the way in, hitting the bullseye! A perfect score! Finally, I could have some proper fucking!

Thinking about how her vagina had just been rubbed by Shanzi's penis, I felt both excited and jealous, so I channeled these emotions into power, slamming my penis hard against her cervix.

My wife's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and heavy breathing came from her throat. The slapping sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in my ears. The sensation from my penis told me that her vagina was tighter than before, much tighter than when I unconsciously penetrated her while she was asleep. Clearly, the little slut was aroused. Her

tight vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, incredibly tight, yet because of the abundant vaginal fluid, there was no sense of difficulty in thrusting.

Ah, so good, so incredibly good. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

I thrust my hips forcefully, deeper and deeper, my engorged glans slamming against my wife's cervix as I ejaculated thick streams of semen.

Satisfaction, so incredibly satisfying. After ejaculating the last spurt of semen, I slowly withdrew my penis from my wife's honey pot.

My wife was still fast asleep, her breathing gradually returning to calm. I picked up a tissue from the bedside table and carefully wiped away the semen that had flowed out. My wife's vagina was red and swollen from my vigorous thrusting, her labia majora completely everted, her vaginal opening wide open, and I could vaguely see some semen residue inside.

As for the semen remaining inside her vagina, I'd have to deal with that when she showers tomorrow morning.

After carefully cleaning everything up, I pulled up my pants, covered my wife with the blanket, tidied her messy hair, gently kissed her forehead, and then left the bedroom.

So good, so incredibly good. Sex really does make you happy, sex makes you joyful. With that ejaculation, all the previous gloom vanished. Looking at the time, only about ten minutes had passed; I was ashamed to admit I'd finished so quickly.

Then, having nothing else to do, I stood behind Shanzi, utterly bored, and watched for a while. The battle was at a stalemate; both sides were probing each other, but no real fight broke out. Since it wasn't my game, the more I watched, the more bored I became. So I simply slumped back onto the sofa and randomly picked a TV series to kill time. But the plot was incredibly dull, nothing but various disputes, fabricated out of thin air. Things that could be explained in a single sentence were dragged out for ages, creating numerous conflicts before finally reconciling after seventeen or eighteen episodes—it was downright idiotic.

The more I watched, the sleepier I got, and I drifted off to sleep.

I vaguely remember Shanzi coming to wake me up to play games. But after falling asleep, I simply didn't have the energy to stay up with him any longer, so I mumbled something, turned over on the sofa, and continued sleeping, ignoring him.

I don't know how much time passed before I was awakened by intermittent sounds. I struggled to open my dry, throbbing eyes. The clock on the wall pointed to 3 o'clock. Shanzi was gone from the computer, and the living room lights were off. The room was pitch black, the only light coming from the dim glow of a nightlight shining through the crack in the bedroom door. I struggled to sit up, my head throbbing. After a while, I calmed down and heard rustling sounds coming from the bedroom—the creaking of the bed and the slapping of flesh against flesh. Completely bewildered, it took me a while to realize what was happening. That brat Shanzi had stopped playing his game while I was asleep and gone to the bedroom to have sex with my wife. I tiptoed to the bedroom door, leaned against the wall, and listened intently. It was still just the bed shaking and slapping sounds; I didn't hear my wife's voice. Thank goodness, she probably wasn't awake. Otherwise, how embarrassing would that be, since we're all so familiar with each other?

I was listening outside, my heart pounding with desire. Even though I'd just ejaculated, my penis was already hard and erect again. I couldn't see what was happening on the bed through the crack under the door, and peeking from where I'd been in the yard would make too much noise, and Shanzi would definitely hear. I didn't want him to know I'd agreed to him having sex with my wife. So I stood at the door, scratching my head, unable to think of a solution.

I wondered how long Shanzi had been fucking her; I hoped it wouldn't be like last time, where her vagina was swollen and red for days before it healed. It still pained me to see it like that. The sounds from inside the room grew louder, the continuous slapping making me imagine Shanzi's thick penis going in and out of my wife's vagina, her delicate labia contracting and being pulled out with each thrust. It made me restless. The slapping grew louder, the bed slamming against the walls with thuds, and I could even faintly hear my wife's breathing. It seemed she was aroused too. I could only silently pray that she wouldn't wake up.

Fortunately, the sounds of slapping in the room stopped abruptly, leaving only the heavy breathing of the man and woman. It was as if everything before had been a hallucination. After a while, a rustling sound came from inside again, indicating that it had ended.

I quickly went back to the sofa and lay down, trying not to make a sound. I found my previous sleeping position, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. I didn't want Shanzi to know that I condoned him having sex with my wife. Otherwise, he would do it every now and then, which would definitely be bad in the long run. If I were to actively find a sex partner for my wife, it should at least be a married man. Firstly, he should be less likely to do anything inappropriate, and secondly, he should know how to cherish women. Both of these qualities are indispensable. As I was thinking this, the bedroom door suddenly opened. I didn't show any reaction and continued to pretend to be asleep, facing the back of the sofa.

Shanzi walked straight towards me, patted my shoulder, and said, "Get up, the game is over. Go inside and go to sleep." I mumbled a few words and ignored him, continuing to pretend to be asleep. If I was going to pretend, I should at least make it convincing.

Shanzi then shook my shoulder forcefully, and I squinted at him. It was too dark in the room to see his expression, but my eyes were definitely bloodshot, sore, and swollen—it wouldn't arouse suspicion.

"Go to the bedroom and sleep. That's enough for tonight!" Shanzi said to me.

"Not playing anymore?" I struggled to sit up, rubbed my eyes, and looked at the wall clock. "It's already 3 a.m., you should sleep. Sorry, I'm really tired. Let's play all night another day. The guest room is ready for you, just go to sleep." "No, I won't stay here tonight. Lock the door, I'm going back." Shanzi said, then went to change his shoes and prepare to leave.

It seemed Shanzi felt guilty after sleeping with my wife and was too embarrassed to stay overnight. I understood his feelings. "Okay then, drive carefully. Let's arrange another time to play." Shanzi put on his shoes, waved, and left.

I sat on the sofa, stunned for a long time. That's it? The brat left after he was done. Sigh, what else could I do? It would be even more embarrassing tomorrow. It's better he left.

I struggled to my feet, supporting myself on my knees, and locked the door. I was so sleepy. My whole body ached. My energy isn't what it used to be. Before, staying up all night was a piece of cake; I could stay up all night, have breakfast, and then go play basketball. Now... sigh, it's hard to describe.

Back in the bedroom, I saw my wife sleeping soundly on the bed, the blankets neatly tucked in. On the surface, it seemed like nothing had happened. I lifted the blankets to look at her genitals. Surprisingly, there wasn't the mess I expected; instead, it was clean. However, her open vulva couldn't hide the fact that she had just been brutally penetrated by a large penis. Her vulva was slightly red, her clitoris erect, peeking out from the soft skin. Her labia majora were tightly pressed against the sides of her vulva, turned outwards. The tender flesh around the vaginal opening was swollen and congested, and with the opening wide open, I could see what appeared to be some milky white fluid inside. This must be the semen Shanzi ejaculated inside his wife.

It looks like she was really fucked hard. Her vaginal opening is stretched like this; it usually opens after penetration, but never this wide. He has no sense of tenderness whatsoever.

But at least he cleaned it up, probably to avoid me finding out. But Shanzi, you've swollen my wife's vagina, how could I not notice?

I was planning to go again, but seeing how swollen she is, I couldn't bear to torture her again. So I lay down quietly, gently pulling her into my arms so she could sleep peacefully.

[The End]

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