My love affair with motorcycles

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(01) A Stunning
Saturday afternoon, my wife and I went to our familiar motorcycle shop to change
the oil on her 125cc motorcycle. Suddenly, a heavy motorcycle stopped in front of the shop. A rider wearing a black and red tight-fitting motorcycle suit
stepped off the magnificent BMW 750. What caught my eye was
the curve of her firm and full breasts. I was sure I wasn't seeing things. She was definitely a woman.
"Wow, who is this cool and sexy woman?" I saw her take off her full-face
helmet casual look, and casually swing her long golden hair tied in a ponytail. At that moment, I
was completely captivated by her figure. I couldn't help but swallow hard with excitement. Although my beloved wife was right
next to me, what I was thinking about was a primal sexual urge to get to know her.
Although I desperately wanted to know who she was, I quickly felt a sense of despair. After all,
Hualien is a tourist hotspot, and plenty of people come here on motorcycles. Even if I knew her, what difference would it make? It would all
just be wishful thinking. To be honest, it's not that I don't dream of riding a motorcycle, but my wife doesn't like them. She
thinks spending so much money on a motorcycle is uncomfortable for long trips and doesn't provide any protection from the wind and rain, making
a car practical.
"Forget it, talking to my wife about my motorcycle dream is a waste of breath." I was already filled with despair, unlike a
colleague of mine who had argued with his wife for years before she finally agreed to let him buy a used motorcycle. Originally, his wife wasn't
against him riding motorcycles; she just said to wait until he retired and his finances were better before buying one. His final
reason for convincing his wife was, "Do I really want to wait until I'm too old to even lift a motorcycle before buying one?"
Looking at this beautiful and sexy female motorcyclist, around 30 years old, my motorcycle fantasies
and my little brother were simultaneously ablaze with passion. I couldn't help but move closer to her and her motorcycle. Forgetting
all about how to strike up a conversation, I almost forgot my wife was right beside me. Full of envy
, I immediately mustered my courage and asked her about the motorcycle's performance and other details.
"Ah, you like motorcycles too? Have you ever ridden one?"
Oh, not only is she beautiful, but her voice is so melodious. Seeing her
cool outfit of a tight leather jacket and riding boots, I initially thought she was a cold and aloof beauty. But her personality
is so approachable, completely unlike her cool exterior. Seeing her radiant smile
and that captivatingly sweet voice, I was truly intoxicated.
"No, can...can I touch it?"
Perhaps she was amused by my infatuated gaze and my lewd and pitiful expression, she couldn't help but laugh
, her beautiful eyes crinkling into two alluring crescent moons. I finally realized
how vividly the description of Ning Hui's facial expressions was. For a moment, I was stunned by her sweet smile, staring at her beautiful
appearance. Then she noticed my lapse in composure, composed herself, and spoke to me with grace and poise.
"Sure, you can try riding it if you want!"
"Oh, just let me touch it, I can't ride a motorcycle."
"Hehe, I didn't mean... you can actually ride it, I meant... you can sit on it and experience it..."
"Oh, sorry... I misunderstood... but I'm afraid I'll damage your motorcycle, I can't afford to pay for it..."
After hearing that, she couldn't keep her composure any longer, she almost bent over laughing. After a while, she
realized she had lost her composure, so she said to me while laughing, "Don't worry, my motorcycle isn't
made of paper, it's not that easy to break."
"Oh, that's true, but I'm afraid if I accidentally knock it over, that would be terrible."
"Well, don't worry, just sit on it and don't move around, it won't fall over..."
"You're so amazing, how can you ride such a heavy motorcycle?"
"It's nothing, most people can ride it, as long as you learn some techniques and practice more."
She was probably already used to the envious looks from others, and answered my extremely childish
questions with a smile on her face.
Of course, while admiring her motorcycle up close, I didn't forget to steal glances at her confident
, toned, and proud figure, especially her two round, firm breasts, her shapely buttocks, and her long
, slender legs. She didn't seem to realize that my intentions weren't what they seemed, and took the opportunity to secretly admire her beautiful body.
She kindly explained things to me while generously letting me get on her motorcycle for a ride.
"Oh, this leather seat is so soft and comfortable..."
I said, but in my heart, I was really feeling it. The way she had straddled the same spot with her legs apart just now,
the seat still seemed to retain her alluring scent and the warmth of her buttocks. I imagined her
lower body , sitting right there. I held the handlebars with one hand and stroked the rugged
lines of the motorcycle's fuel tank with the other, as if I were caressing her alluring flesh.
"Hmm, not bad, right? You're tall enough, you should have no problem riding it."
She stood beside the motorcycle, carefully instructing me and speaking to me. I could smell the pleasant
scent of her leather jacket and hear her beautiful, melodious voice. As she explained, an
obscene image automatically formed in my mind. I seemed to see her with her buttocks raised, legs spread, lying on the motorcycle, hands on her buttocks
, spreading her anus, looking at me with seductive eyes, and my glans pressing against her naked genitals.
After some time, I suddenly noticed that my wife's expression was a little off. Although she was just looking at me
without any expression, I knew she was probably a little unhappy. Just then, the shopkeeper finished changing my wife's oil. I quickly
thanked the female rider, got off the motorcycle, went to the shopkeeper, asked him how much the oil change and maintenance cost, paid
, and then had no choice but to let my wife drive me away, my heart filled with mixed feelings of surprise and regret.
(02)
I put my arm around my wife's waist and let her drive me home. Although she gives me face in front of others, she's quite domineering towards me
in private . There's nothing I can do about it; I didn't like studying back then and wasn't very capable, only able to be a
lowly civil servant. I didn't even earn as much as my wife. Plus, she's strong-willed and naturally ambitious, so after we got married,
I always been the dominant husband.
Of course, it's not that my wife isn't virtuous. To pay the mortgage and insurance premiums, she's always very
frugal thrifty. She rarely wears clothes that cost more than a thousand dollars. I can't really say anything about how thrifty she is.
What? So, once she categorizes motorcycles as luxury items and men's toys, there's no
hope . But today, because of that woman riding a motorcycle, my hope has been rekindled. I'm trying to gauge my wife's
attitude.
"Wow, so cool, honey, can I buy a motorcycle?"
"Hmph, motorcycle? Dream on! I don't like that."
I was in trouble. Although my wife didn't say it outright, judging from her tone, she probably didn't just dislike
the motorcycle, but the beautiful woman riding it. Oh no, I've messed up again. I suddenly remembered that my wife hates it when I look at
beautiful women. That's why she didn't say anything for so long. I know that if I don't appease her, I'll be in for a treat
when we get home. So, I dared not mention the motorcycle again and started using my gentle persuasion to try and
calm her down.
I held my wife's lower abdomen with both hands, slowly moving them towards her chest. While caressing her small, alluring breasts,
I deliberately licked her delicate earlobe and neck. My wife seemed unmoved; she twisted
her body to avoid my lip attack. Suddenly, the motorcycle accelerated, preventing me from continuing to harass her. The wind
whipped her long hair, and I could only dodge her hair's whips while begging for mercy.
"Oh, honey, you hit me again."
"Hmph, you're lying, I didn't."
Fortunately, my wife, still somewhat skeptical, slowed down and stopped after hearing my words,
turning back with a puzzled look.
"Ah, you were riding so fast, your hair kept hitting me, it hurts!"
"Hmph, you deserve it… who told you to touch me like that?"
"I just like touching you, your breasts are the most alluring."
Although my wife's tone seemed harsh, I knew she still cared for me. So, even if I
made her angry, as long as I apologized, her anger would soon subside.
"Oh, stop it! People will see us on the street."
"What does it matter? You're my wife, I'm licensed to touch you..."
"Did it hurt just now..."
"Of course! Your hair is so long, it hurt when it hit my face."
"I'm sorry, honey, I'll take care of you when we get home."
My wife can be strict sometimes, but she's actually quite easy to seduce. Her body is already used to my
teasing and caresses. Sure enough, not long after, under my sweet words and tender offensive, my wife was incredibly
shy , completely forgetting what had just made her angry. We finally reached an agreement that
she would drive me home, and then we would discuss the very serious topic of the depth of each other's sexual organs.
When my wife and I were in bed, enjoying her tender body and attentive service, I
started thinking about this amazing woman again. Although our time together was so short, it was unforgettable. When my wife spread
her legs and knelt down like a female dog, sticking out her buttocks to receive my glans thrusting into her cunt, my mind was full
of that woman in the tight-fitting clothes. But I didn't expect that this matter would not stop there, but would continue to
spread until things got out of control.
(03)
For the sake of health and the environment, I ride my bicycle to work every day. Of course, there are many routes to choose from, but I
am used to taking the Fuqian Road route. One advantage of taking this route is that I can go to the motorcycle shop to get my tires pumped.
On Monday when I went to the motorcycle shop, I found a familiar new face.
"Ah, you... what are you doing here..."
"What's wrong? This is my house..."
After a while, it turned out that the woman riding the motorcycle was the boss's daughter. Later, I learned that the boss had a
son and a daughter, but his daughter had long since married, so I had never seen her before. Usually, the handsome
young men who changed my wife's oil were the boss's son. Their shop was very large, and business was good.
They even had two or three mechanics. Our organization bought all the motorcycles from them.
Looking at her wearing the shop's red repair jumpsuit, her figure wasn't as
prominent , but she had a mature charm and style. Her smile was still so warm and sweet that I momentarily
forgot what I was there for.
"Ah, you ride a bicycle to work?" "
A bicycle, oh, by the way, could you lend me your tires to inflate them?"
"Sure."
With her ponytail, she skillfully picked up the valve and squatted down to inflate both my front and rear tires. I really
wanted to ask her name, but I felt it would be too presumptuous, so I held back.
"Okay, that should be fine."
"Yeah, thank you, bye-bye."
From then on, I often passed by their motorcycle shop. Even if I didn't need anything, chatting with her
or just seeing her sweet smile filled me with joy. At first, I pretended not to know anything and asked her about
motorcycles. Later, I found that she seemed to have feelings for me too, probably because we liked motorcycles and had common topics.
However, I always did free services like tire inflation, and the owner seemed to be giving me a less friendly look.
So sometimes when I saw the owner in the shop, or when she was busy, I would just pass by the motorcycle shop, say
hello, and move on. We only had a chance to chat when her dad wasn't around and she wasn't free.
Even so, gradually, through simple eye contact, we seemed to
understand each other better, and we became more and more in sync.
One time, my bicycle chain was a bit dry and needed oiling. I usually got it serviced at Luo Pang Bicycle Shop.
I suddenly had a thought: don't motorcycle shops sell gear oil? That small tube of gear oil, which looked like toothpaste, seemed
to cost 120 yuan. I thought buying some to maintain the chain would be a good idea, and I could also chat with her.
Unexpectedly, she said I didn't need to buy it; her shop had oil that could lubricate the chain for me.
Watching her squatting on the ground carefully applying the oil to my chain, I was suddenly very moved.
A woman so focused on her work is truly beautiful, especially since I could see her round, sexy, and firm buttocks, and through the neckline of her jumpsuit,
I could see her alluring cleavage and purple bra. It was pleasing to the eye, and she wouldn't charge me. When
I insisted on buying the gear oil to take home, she only charged me 90 yuan. I felt her father and brother's
expressions weren't very pleasant.
Perhaps out of guilt or a desire to make amends, I still took my wife for a bike ride every night.
When I go shopping, I always accidentally pass by their motorcycle shop. When she sees me, she always smiles and praises me, saying that I love my wife very much and
that people envy me. However, there always seems to be a bit of loneliness on her face. I already know that she has
two children, a boy and a girl, who are very cute.
During the summer vacation, these two cute children, who are about five or six years old, will come to the shop to play. I feel that after she got married, she
took the children back to her parents' home. If her husband hadn't passed away, it must be a divorce. But I can only keep this question
in my heart. I don't dare to ask her for fear of hurting her feelings. Of course, I don't even dare to ask her brother or parents. If my wife finds out, would
n't I be asking for trouble?
(04) Rescue One
day, I rode my wife's old motorcycle to a friend's house in Sanzhan to pick up fruits and vegetables. Unexpectedly, when I stopped at the intersection to wait for the traffic light on the way back , the motorcycle stalled and I couldn't start it. I had to call the motorcycle shop to ask for roadside assistance. Half an hour later, she drove her small truck to my side. She squatted down to check it for me and fixed the motorcycle in no time . "Thank you! What's the problem?" "Well, your wife's motorcycle battery hasn't been changed in a long time, and it's running low on power. I've replaced it for you." "Thank you so much. How much is the new battery?" "Oh, eight hundred dollars will do." "Oh, I'm sorry, I only have seven hundred dollars on me. I'll go home and get some more, then I'll take it to the shop and pay you." "No need, seven hundred is fine." "I can't believe you've gone to all this trouble... Roadside assistance costs money, doesn't it?" As I handed her the money, my hand inadvertently touched and grasped her greasy hand. We both froze for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She blushed and tried to pull her hand away, a rare sight. Suddenly, I mustered my courage and held her hand tightly. She said shyly, "Oh, don't do that, my hands are dirty." I looked firmly into her eyes and said, "Your hands are the most beautiful hands I've ever seen." She gradually regained her composure and looked at me, asking, "Really? More beautiful than your wife's hands?" I hadn't expected her to ask that, so I replied, "Yes, but my wife's face is prettier." She seemed taken aback for a moment before saying, "Oh, you mean I'm not as pretty as your wife, right?" "At least your hands are the most beautiful." After saying that, we both laughed. I thought to myself, at a time like this, why talk about my wife? But I didn't know why she laughed. Seeing that she didn't insist and just let me hold her hand, I ignored the grease and held her hand tightly, then gently pulled her into my arms. She struggled symbolically for a few moments, then let me hold her. I slowly lowered my head to kiss her, but she refused. "Don't do this, calm down, let's just stay like this." Of course, I hoped we could take things further, but to be honest, I also have a wife who loves me, and she knows that I can't divorce my wife, and she doesn't want to break up someone else's family. So we hugged like that for a while, and I asked her name for the first time. It was really strange; we'd been together for almost a year and I still didn't know her name. "My name is Jingyu." "My name is Daming..." "Hehe, I already knew..." "Huh? Why?" "Well, your name was on the license plate when you came to get your motorcycle inspected last time." " Oh, so you already knew..." Jingyu lowered her head shyly and said softly, "Well, seeing how much you love your wife, I think your wife is so lucky." "Then...your husband..." "Well, I don't want to talk about him now. I'll tell you later when I have the chance." "I'm sorry, I..." "Every time I see you and your wife being so sweet and secretive, I'm so envious." Suddenly, Jingyu's phone rang on the bike. She went over and answered it, saying, "Hello, Dad, it's okay, don't worry. It's fixed. Okay, I'll be right back." "I'm sorry for making your dad worry." "It's nothing. I forgot to tell him. Well then, I'll go now." "Thank you, Jingyu." "You're welcome. Actually, I should thank you for finally giving me the chance to say what's on my mind." "So...we..." "We're still good friends, aren't we?" "Yeah, Jingyu, can I... have your phone number?" "Sure, I like chatting with you, remember to call me." Taking the note from Jingyu, I felt that after Jingyu's roadside assistance, my life seemed to have been redeemed. My original worries turned into firm beliefs. I will not give up my love and promise to my wife. But at the same time, I hope to help Jingyu get out of her pain, no matter what the reason is. Of course, I later learned that it was not me who helped Jingyu, but Jingyu who helped me. (05) My wife is frugal. Her motorcycle is over ten years old and very old, so it has been breaking down frequently. Every time she goes to the motorcycle shop for repairs, it is almost always Jingyu's younger brother who is in charge of helping her. It's like every time I go, it is Jingyu who helps me. I probably know that this handsome young man must have some feelings for my beautiful wife. But I don't care. After all, although my wife is domineering and jealous, it means that she is devoted . Jingyu's younger brother, Jinghua, has always been urging his wife to buy a new motorcycle while they're fixing it. To be honest, I also think this constant repair work is a hassle, and I figured the shop owner would be more welcoming if we bought a new bike from them. But honestly, I was overthinking it. Although I often get some free services from their motorcycle shop, the owner and his son are quite polite to me. Especially when my wife and I go together, sometimes I feel like they're exceptionally , almost to the point of fawning, just to sell her a new bike. But no matter how much the owner tries to persuade her, my wife, though very happy and smiling, still refuses to buy a new bike, which makes me feel quite embarrassed for her. As my wife gets to know Jingyu better, she seems to gradually develop feelings for him. It seems like it started because...

Driven by their shared interest in motorcycles, Jingyu and Jingyu became a couple. Despite her father's objections, she finally married
Jingyu, a wealthy young man living in Taipei. After marriage, she tried her best to be a good wife. After having two children, she
rarely went motorcycle riding with her husband, focusing instead on serving her in-laws and taking care of the children. Unexpectedly, Jingyu
had an affair.
Although her in-laws helped clean up the mess several times, Jingyu was a womanizer. Finally, Jingyu
felt exhausted. Since her husband didn't appreciate her at all, she decided to fight hard to win the custody battle for the children
and live alone with them. However, the judge ultimately ruled in her husband's favor, and she only received her in-laws' permission to visit the children during
the summer holidays . Therefore, Xiaozhen and Xiaojian could only come to Hualien to visit her during the summer vacation.
Fortunately, although her father had strongly opposed her marrying this playboy,
he accepted her after learning of her divorce and wanted her to return to Hualien. Jingyu was deeply touched by her father's understanding; she finally understood his
wisdom in opposing her marriage to Jingyu. However, there's no going back. After regaining her composure, she finally embarked on her journey home.
The divorce had made her lose faith in marriage and men until she met my husband and me.
Jingyu and I might have a little bit of a flirtation. Now I'm less afraid to go to the motorcycle shop to see her because my wife always goes there when there's a problem with her
motorcycle . Jingyu and I are like we're dating; I can't help but
meet and talk to her at least once a day. On weekends, she takes me to test ride motorcycles. I've already passed the test at Mingren Driving School and
obtained my motorcycle license, which was, of course, only after Jingyu's help did I convince my wife to do so.
Of course, my wife still insisted that I not buy a motorcycle, but that's okay. Jingyu would lend me hers. My
wife originally insisted on paying a rental fee, but I don't know how Jingyu persuaded her, so the rental fee issue was
dropped . However, during summer vacation, my wife would sometimes invite Jingyu and the kids to our house to play. Unfortunately
, after the first time I took my wife on a ride and it rained, she insisted that she would never try riding a motorcycle again.
I know my wife still loves me very much. Although she doesn't like riding motorcycles, she still
tries her best to accommodate my interests so that I can enjoy the fun of riding one. Of course, after she and Jingyu opened up to each other, my wife
seemed to pay more attention to her clothes and appearance, becoming more charming and beautiful. Jingyu's performance also
reassured . Unexpectedly, with my wife's love and tacit approval, Jingyu and I sparked a romance during a test ride, and the two of us
finally crossed that line.
I was wearing a cool, tight leather jacket—a birthday gift from my wife. We were riding along Provincial Highway 11,
the coastal road, with Jingyu wearing the same black tight leather jacket she wore when we first met. Her body was pressed against mine
; I could clearly feel the irresistible allure of her breasts against my back. Jingyu's arms were tightly
wrapped around my waist, allowing me to clearly feel her body heat.
Sometimes she would pretend to accidentally touch my crotch, and then, while I was focused on riding and unable to retaliate,
she would rub my sensitive nipples with both hands. When she was carrying me, I, of course, would
retaliate without hesitation, targeting her full breasts and her round, firm buttocks.
Riding together was undoubtedly our most enjoyable time.
However, we had agreed that these ambiguous actions were limited to the motorcycle. Once we got off the motorcycle,
we had to keep our distance and not touch each other's private parts or sexual organs. However, this agreement had
to be revised over time. When we were riding at night on the coastal highway and resting by the sea, we started kissing each other under the cover of darkness
. Not long after, our agreed defenses were breached one by one.
(06) Breakthrough
After the summer vacation, when Jingyu's parents-in-law came to Hualien to pick up the children and take them back to Taipei, they told her that Jinyu had
remarried and that his whole family was planning to immigrate to the United States. Therefore, she would no longer be able to take the children back to
Hualien . Jingyu was deeply shocked and did not say a word. She silently watched her parents-in-law take away her beloved
children, Xiaozhen and Xiaojian. Knowing this made my wife and me feel very heavy-hearted.
After my wife went to sleep at around 10 p.m., I suddenly received a call from Jingyu.
"I'm at the entrance of your alley now, will you come with me for a night ride?"
"Are you alright? Wait for me, I'll be right there."
I didn't dare wake my wife, so I secretly got up, changed into my bike clothes, grabbed my helmet, and ran out the door. I excitedly ran to
the alley and saw Jingyu with faint tear stains on her face. I couldn't help but go up to hug her, but she quickly
and coldly put on her helmet and said to me, "Get on the bike."
As the motorcycle turned past the dormitory wall, I noticed that the light in my wife's room on the second floor seemed to be on.
I thought to , if my wife wakes up and finds I'm not here, it'll be terrible." The familiar, steady sound of the motorcycle cut through the quiet
night sky. My phone rang. I saw it was my wife calling, and after a start, I patted Jingyu's
body, signaling her to slow down and pull over to the side of the road. Then, with trembling hands, I answered the phone.
"Hey, wife...you..."
"Hey, it's okay, you stay with Jingyu...I'm going to sleep now..."
"Okay, I know...I will..."
"Okay, bye..."
"Meiling called..."
"Okay, it's okay, let's go..."
Jingyu sped along the coastal highway. Fortunately, it was night and there wasn't much traffic, but it still
scared quite a bit. I held her tightly in my arms, not daring to have any impure thoughts. In the night, we arrived
at the beach at Shitiping. Listening to the sound of the waves crashing, Jingyu silently took off her helmet. In
the night her body wrapped in a tight leather jacket, she looked as tragically beautiful as a lone, wounded mother wolf.
I held her tightly from behind, the cool sea breeze blowing against us. The motorcycle was parked on the
deserted beach. We had no interest in appreciating the beautiful night view; as time passed, we felt increasingly hot
and both of us. We seemed to be infected by the monotonous lapping of the waves. Jingyu turned and
kissed . Then, she proactively unzipped her jacket, letting me explore her proud breasts.
At that moment, we both felt an irresistible urge to release. Lost in our passionate kiss, we forgot all about our
promises. Jingyu unzipped her jacket all the way down to her buttocks, revealing her purple lace bra and
panties. She spread her legs, arched her buttocks, and leaned over the fuel tank, gripping the handlebars. Her wet panties clung to her vulva and the seat, a wanton look on
her face , welcoming me to help her test ride.
I then unzipped my leather jacket, revealing my already erect penis, and straddled the motorcycle seat. Jingyu's alluring eyes ...
Lying on the fuel tank like silk, she turned around shyly and asked me to tie her hands to the handlebars of the motorcycle with cotton rope.
I took out cotton rope from my suitcase and tied Jingyu's hands to the handlebars one by one. As she twisted her restrained
and bound body, she seduced me with her incredibly charming eyes.
"Oh, Daming, what are you trying to do to me? I'm tied up like this, I can't resist you at all
."
"What am I going to do? I don't care about any agreements, I'm going to cherish you and make you my woman."
"Ah, Daming, hurry up and cherish me, I really want to be your woman."
I pressed my erect glans against Jingyu's perineum, my hands caressing her full breasts. As she
breathed heavily, I flipped up her purple bra, revealing her beautiful areolas and pink nipples.
I started kneading Jingyu's nipples with one hand each. Jingyu, with her hands bound, was stimulated by pleasure but couldn't release it.
She could only writhe helplessly. After a while, she turned her head and gave me a passionate kiss with her thirsty lips
.
While kissing and panting, she wantonly stuck out her tongue to kiss me passionately. I noticed that Jingyu's
nipples were even more swollen and erect. I began to caress her waist and lower abdomen, deliberately teasing her genitals
without touching her labia. After Jingyu vigorously swayed her hips, begging for my penis to enter, I used my hands
to pull aside her soaked purple panties, revealing her pink and wet vulva.
My hands tightly grasped Jingyu's round and white buttocks, slowly guiding my glans into her
vagina . As my glans easily entered Jingyu's aroused vulva, I gradually felt the tight suction of her vaginal muscles.
She excitedly twisted her waist, constantly trying to arch her back to cooperate with my glans's thrusts, attempting to penetrate deeper into her
vagina, reaching her cervix, while groaning with pleasure.
"Ah, come fuck me, Daming, oh, let me forget all the unpleasantness, oh..."
"Hmm, don't think too much, at least I love you deeply..."
"Oh, come and cherish me, come and fuck me, oh, fuck me... my man..."
On the motorcycle, I tried my best to thrust my penis into Jingyu's vagina. With her body's cooperation, my
glans felt the endless suction and stimulation inside Jingyu's vagina. I tried to adjust my breathing and hold back from
ejaculating too quickly, wanting to leave Jingyu with a beautiful memory of our first sexual intercourse.
I don't know how much time passed, but when we both reached orgasm and ejaculated, we were weak but incredibly happy.
As we kissed and hugged each other, I was filled with gratitude and realized that the sound of the sea breeze and the tide seemed to be
witnessing my first such beautiful sexual encounter with Jingyu. She had finally become the second woman in my life.
(07) The day
after the installment payment, my wife didn't say anything. I don't know what Jingyu said to her. But a week
later , my wife finally decided to buy a new motorcycle. The brand new 125cc motorcycle cost
more than 60,000. I originally thought that my wife was so frugal, how could she be willing to spend so much money all at once? It turned out that the motorcycle shop owner gave
her a three-year, 36-month interest-free loan.
I knew it. My wife is so frugal, how could she suddenly be willing to buy a new motorcycle? This way, the monthly
loan is less than 2,000 yuan, which is really a good deal. Soon, Jinghua helped my wife get the license plate and
gave her the license and documents. At noon, my wife was smiling and wearing a cool and eye-catching floral dress. She
didn't need me to go with her. She rode her old motorcycle to the motorcycle shop for the last time. She seemed to come home very late that day
. She looked fresh and radiant. In the evening, she wore her newly bought sexy lingerie and we had a passionate night.
After that, my wife went to the motorcycle shop almost every month to pay the loan. Later, she simply bought a
new motorcycle, so she went twice a month to pay the loan. My wife also said that if she paid off the loan early, the shop owner would
give her a discount on maintenance. Jingyu and I would go out for test rides together almost every week, but of course, with my wife
's permission.
My wife seems to be in a good mood lately. She seems to be turning a blind eye to my relationship with Jingyu.
Because we took out loans and bought two new motorcycles, our relationship with Jingyu's family has become better.
The shop owner was a little wary of me visiting Jingyu before, but now he is very generous and treats me like a son-in-law.
Of course, he is even more generous to my wife, not charging her for regular maintenance and oil changes.
I later learned that my wife wasn't actually unaware of the true situation between me and Jingyu during our test drive, but she
was too busy with her own life to care about me. However, every time she came
back from paying the loan or getting the motorcycle serviced, she would be particularly lewd that night. Besides almost always having some newly bought revealing clothes and
lingerie, she would also have some sex toys to make my sex life more enjoyable.
Although I was a little suspicious of why my wife, who was usually frugal, had become so generous
and would buy these things to enhance our relationship, I didn't say anything since I was the one enjoying it. At least I
was happy every day. Although my wife made it clear that I belonged exclusively to her, she gradually softened her stance and said that she
could only accept Jingyu as a sister, telling me not to overthink it.
My wife, who is infertile, genuinely loved and adored Jingyu's two children.
However, after the children were taken away, she suddenly had a whim to have Jingyu bear me a child
so I really didn't know how to bring this up with Jingyu, but I don't know what my wife said to her
. My wife even accompanied Jingyu to the hospital to get ovulation-inducing medication.
Then she asked me to take a week off to go on vacation with Jingyu to Jingyu
's old house in the mountains of Hualien. She also stipulated that in order for Jingyu to get pregnant, we had to have passionate sex
every day Every night, she would come over to prepare food for us and supervise our
sex life.
I don't know how my wife talked to Jingyu's family, but every night my wife would come on time
with bags of groceries, preparing dinner for us with a happy and charming expression. I noticed that my wife was
incredibly radiant, and every move she made exuded a seductive and alluring aura. This must be attributed to my physical efforts
and continuous dedication, the result of my diligent cultivation and nourishment with my semen.
(08) We agreed to meet
at the old house by the mountain. Every day, my wife would carefully dress up Jingyu, making her wear
all kinds of Then, we would schedule a time for her to supervise my exercise during the day.
Every night, she would come here to pick up groceries and cook. She not only fed me various supplements but also made me
watch all sorts of sex videos with Jingyu. I was like a stud, responsible for constantly having sex with Jingyu.
Jingyu was wearing an incredibly erotic purple bra top and matching open-crotch
panties, topped with a white lace see-through blouse, paired with alluring purple stockings and
sexy high-heeled sandals, looking incredibly seductive. My wife was wearing a black tight leather outfit,
with the zippers on her chest and crotch undone. She was manipulating Jingyu while assisting me in raping her.
Every time I ejaculated inside Jingyu's vagina, my wife would make her wear a
chastity . Then she would make Jingyu lie down and use ropes to raise her legs, ensuring that my semen could
enter Jingyu's uterus as much as possible. Sometimes I would wonder if my wife was deliberately torturing Jingyu through this.
Later, I realized that my wife had good intentions, and I had really misunderstood her.
Gradually, Jingyu got used to my wife's teachings. Later, I realized that my wife was getting Jingyu used to exhibitionism,
intercourse a sex slave. I don't know where she learned all this.
Later, Jingyu really got pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful daughter for me ten months later. Of course, my wife had a way of
handling everything, allowing Jingyu to go to the uterus to give birth in my wife's name without having to hide it from her family.
"Jingnu, are your breasts still engorged? Do you want Daming to help you suck them out?"
"Oh, oh, oh, ah..."
Jingyu's eyes were blindfolded, her nose was hooked, and her mouth was gagged. She was kneeling and bound to a
torture device , with a collar around her neck, and her arms and wrists were bound and fixed with locks. Her thighs and
ankles were also fixed with locks, and her buttocks were controlled by a metal anal hook hanging from her neck. Daming knew that
there was an electric vibrator inside Jingyu's vagina ravaging her clitoris.
Her breasts, which had grown to a huge 34F due to childbirth and milk secretion, were restrained and fixed by two
circular . The two large nipples were adorned with silver nipple rings,
and white milk was constantly flowing out. I was wearing a leather slave outfit and chastity belt that my wife had made for me. I obediently took turns licking and
sucking Jingyu's engorged and uncomfortable nipples. Both Jingyu and I were willing to become my wife's sex slaves.
Now, Jingyu and I rarely ride motorcycles anymore. My wife has ordered chastity belts for both of us. Without
her permission, we can't even masturbate. However, Jingyu and I are both very happy because,
after getting used to being trained by my wife, we both enjoy being controlled and abused by our queen. When my wife is satisfied, we
can enjoy the sex games she designs.
At this moment, Jingyu and I cross our legs, and with the help of props, my wife fixes our bodies
into the shape of a motorcycle. Jingyu and I look up at each other, and my wife, wearing an open-crotch queen outfit,
sits on our intertwined genitals. She can choose to sit on my glans
with her vagina, or use a double-headed dildo to thrust into both of us, or play with both of us at the same time using her vagina and anus.
"How about it, Daming, Jingnu? Isn't this kind of human heavy motorcycle more interesting and fun?"
Jingyu and I were so excited that we couldn't answer. After almost a year of training by my wife, we have
completely fallen in love with this kind of life. Jingyu no longer works at the motorcycle shop and focuses on taking care of the children at home. As for me, I
obediently go home every day except for going to work, because almost every night, my wife, the queen of the night, will
bring us endless fresh and exciting physical enjoyment.
(09)
"Wife, shouldn't you have paid off your motorcycle loan this month? Why are you going out tonight?"
"Ah, it's about Jingyu and Xiaozhen. I need to discuss it with the boss and Jinghua."
"Shouldn't Jinghua and the others be resting by now?"
"Yes, I'm going to their house for a bit. Honey, I'll be back soon."
Because Jingyu gave birth to my daughter, the boss and his son are actually related to us.
They often come to visit Jingyu and her lovely granddaughter. My wife has a rule that we should wear loose
clothing when we go home. In fact, we wear some cool, revealing, and transparent clothes. However, my wife and Jingyu
don't seem to have any particular feelings about their visit. Jingyu said that they do the same when they go home to rest.
At first, I was a little unhappy that the boss and Jinghua could admire my wife and Jingyu's beautiful bodies,
but seeing that everyone didn't seem to care at all, I thought maybe I was overthinking it. Anyway, Jingyu is
their family, and she even gave birth to my daughter, so it's okay for them to admire my wife.
They not touch, unlike me, where both women belong to me, and I can have them all.
"Oh, do you want me to come with you..."
Jingyu was wearing a black leather bra that couldn't support her huge breasts. It was a
custom-made bra that my wife had someone make. She sat on the sofa with her legs apart, her white transparent lace nightgown open, holding
her daughter Xiaozhen as she suckled at her abundant milk. I lay next to her, playing with her nipples while occasionally
taking the opportunity to stroke Jingyu's buttocks, which were covered by a chastity belt. Because of the chastity belt, I could only play with Jingyu's anus.
"No need, you can stay home and help Jingyu take care of the kids..."
My wife was wearing a black and white see-through outfit, her black bra faintly visible underneath. She wore
a , the front of which was tucked into a corset, making her breasts appear even firmer and more alluring.
The back of the jacket, resembling a tuxedo hem, concealed her alluring, shapely buttocks. She wore tight jeans.
My wife had clearly put on makeup and dressed up deliberately, swaying her hips as she walked, her tone domineering as she spoke to me.
"Okay, fine... then come back early. Jingyu and I will wait for you to come home tonight so we can play together."
My wife's tight jeans appeared normal on the surface, but they concealed a secret: the buttock
area was deliberately cut out. If it weren't for the tuxedo jacket, the erotic
thong would likely be completely exposed. I was starting to become wary of my wife's frequent visits to Jinghua's house, but for some
reason, I felt a strange excitement and anticipation about the truth.
After my wife rode off on her motorcycle, I sucked on Jingyu's swollen, erotic nipples several times, making her
blush and moan with excitement. Then I told her I had to go out for a bit, and secretly went to her room
, took the key to her father's house from her bag, and left. I had gone back to the motorcycle shop a few times during opening hours with her, so...
I was quite familiar with everything in her house.
When I sneaked into the boss's living room, I heard my wife talking to the boss and Jinghua.
"Oh, be gentle, be slow, in-law, it's making me uncomfortable."
"Meiling, this feels good, doesn't it? Oh, your nipples are getting more and more sensitive."
Incredulously, I followed the voices and quietly went to the boss's room. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw that
my wife's jacket had been taken off. She was kneeling on the bed with her back to the door, legs spread apart.
Her black thong was shamelessly exposed through the hole in her tight jeans. Her mons pubis was covered by a thin mesh, making it look
incredibly erotic. Jinghua was using a thick glass syringe to give her an enema.
The boss, while passionately kissing his wife who was lying on top of him, was also fondling her small, firm breasts. His
wife moaned as she was kissed, and she even had time to argue with him: "Ah, including today's installment, our motorcycle
loan... has 40 months left. After we finish... my dear in-law... remember me." "
No problem, Meiling. There happens to be a new motorcycle in the shop. Do you want to help Daming reserve it?
I'll give you a 120-month interest-free loan over ten years, okay?"
"Oh, that would mean you and your son would have to work for another ten years."
"It's alright, think about it. I just think Daming has always wanted a motorcycle, this is a
great opportunity."
"Well, alright then, anyway, I really enjoy being fucked by you two together. Oh, come on."
I watched as my wife was helped into the bathroom by the boss and Jinghua. After hearing the sound of excretion and my wife's lewd moans
, they returned to the bed in the room. My mind was in complete chaos, both excited and annoyed. It turned out that
my wife had been using her body to pay off her loan. I had really misunderstood her. Then my crotch became
very uncomfortable. I started to masturbate with great excitement while watching my wife being raped by men.
"Ah, so good, Uncle, your glans... it feels so good..."
"Ah, I can't take it anymore, Jinghua, your penis is so hard, my anus is so tight... so tight... it hurts so much."
In the room, Meiling, the wife, was naked, her legs spread apart, sandwiched between her boss
and son Jinghua, in order to repay the loan. Her breasts and buttocks were being squeezed and attacked from the front and back by the man's chest, and her vagina and rectum were being
penetrated by two penises of different thicknesses and sizes, constantly stimulating her sensitive sexual organs. After an unknown
amount of time, she finally could not bear the man's strong attack and groaned loudly, her whole body
weak and her face charming as she slumped into the man's arms.
Initially, after discovering her husband's affair with Jingyu, she impulsively agreed to the boss's loan terms, intending to retaliate by using her
youthful body to repay the loan. Each time, she had the boss and his son dress her in revealing, sexually suggestive clothing
and engage in various novel SM bondage and training sessions.
After , she became willingly violated by them, ultimately creating an incredibly happy life for her family.
Meiling thought, "Since my husband likes motorcycles so much, I'll order one for him. Ten years
will pass quickly anyway." In reality, what she truly thought was: "After this ten-year loan is paid off,
I can take out another ten, or even twenty years' loan." She was completely unable to escape this blissful
lifestyle.

[The End]

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