Stories of adultery and incest

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I have a casual sex partner named Xiaoling. To help her, I started a company. Although I'm the real boss, I can't show my face. There are quite a few people in the city who know me, and I can't let my wife find out.

On the opening day, we both drank some red wine, but not to the point of being drunk. After dinner, I took her home.
Downstairs at her apartment, I gave her a farewell kiss and was about to get in the car

when she suddenly said that she heard her sister-in-law was away on a business trip during dinner. It's quite a coincidence, my husband isn't home either. He's gone off to avoid his debts again.

I said, "If this shop does well, your husband's debts can be paid off in less than a year."

But she shook her head. "How can he pay them off?" she asked. "Firstly, he's more at ease hiding like this. If I pay off the money, he'll just go off to cause trouble again. Secondly, what about the money? Where did it come from?"

She continued, "We've been together for so long, and all he thinks about is making money; he doesn't care about me much." In the end, he made such a scene that even if we divorced, I'd still have to pay off half of his debts.

I was getting a little tipsy. Besides, she hadn't come upstairs yet, and I felt there was a chance. So I asked her if I could come upstairs to calm down, since I was a little drunk.

She didn't answer, her head down, her feet shuffling on the floor.

Seeing she was hesitant, I pretended to open the car door. Seeing I was about to leave, she seemed to have made up her mind. She grabbed my hand as I reached for the door and led me into the building.

Actually, some people might wonder, how could she drive after drinking?

It's simple, because this happened a long time ago. Back then, drunk driving wasn't strictly enforced nationwide.
And, drunk driving wasn't a criminal offense then. At most, it was just a fine.

Once we entered the building, I couldn't resist. I pulled her hand back and drew her into my arms.
My lips sealed hers.

The moment my lips touched hers, it felt like an electric shock. Her lips were as red and delicate as a rose.

At first, she struggled a little, probably startled by my sudden action. She placed her right palm against my chest and pushed me away forcefully.

I didn't intend to let go. At first, her lips were open for my kisses, but her teeth were tightly closed, impossible to pry open.
Gradually, she stopped pushing me away and instead wrapped her arms around my waist. Her mouth opened, allowing my tongue to swirl and roam inside.

She trembled slightly as she held my waist, and I sensed she was somewhat uneasy. Thinking about it, it made sense; we were in the hallway, and although it was dark, everyone coming and going was someone I knew. If someone saw us and it reached her husband's ears, it wouldn't be good.

Reluctantly, I let go of her, noticing her lipstick was a mess from my kisses, and realizing my own lips weren't much better.

Once inside her apartment, she had me sit in the living room and turned on the TV for me.

A little while later, she came out in her pajamas—so beautiful! She sat down beside me and said she'd seen these while buying stock and bought them. She asked if this counted as abusing her position for personal gain.

I said, "If this dress is for me, then it doesn't." "And besides, you can buy whatever you want, boss lady."

She hesitated, then said, "

I know I like her, and she likes me too. It's just that she's having some inner conflict. She wants me to wait for her."
I said, "I understand. I'm not forcing anything. I have a family too, I understand. It's just that my wife only knows how to work and doesn't take care of me. It's not that she's bad to me. But whenever she has a day off, she sleeps until noon. She prepares her own breakfast every day before work."

I sighed and continued, "Several days a week, I eat breakfast at fast food restaurants like KFC or McDonald's. That's manageable, even if I have a cold. The next day, I still have to prepare my own breakfast."
I looked at her and said, "You know what? I also want to be a good man, a good husband, devoted to my wife. But I'm also human, I need care, I need someone to lean on."

I became a little emotional and said to her, "You know what? I've talked to my wife about this, do you know what she said?" "What I need isn't a wife, it's a mother!" she said. Good heavens!

She carefully supported my head, letting it rest on her shoulder, and said, "My situation is similar. My husband says that earning money is his duty as a man, and he doesn't care about anything else. Unlike you, so thoughtful."

We sat like that for a long time. What was on TV no longer mattered.

Some might ask, "Am I lying?" I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying. A man with a good wife won't cheat.

My wife really did sleep like a log the next morning, even though I had a high fever the night before.
The alarm woke me up, but she was actually awake too, just continuing to sleep. That feeling wasn't much better than swallowing a fly.

Then, I don't remember what TV show it was, but a stimulating scene aroused me.

I got up, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

She was startled by my action at first, then blushed and kissed me.

This time, she kissed me very proactively. Her little tongue, after I entered her mouth, eagerly slipped inside me. It playfully wandered around, intertwining and swirling with my tongue. It was as tender as veal.

I placed her on the bed. She closed her eyes shyly.

I loosened the belt of her nightgown, the silk slipping to the sides, revealing a transparent mesh bra and alluring lace panties.

She still kept her eyes closed, asking me, "Do you like it?" Her voice was barely audible.

I repeatedly said I liked it. My hands trembled slightly as I touched her body.

I took off my own clothes, but didn't immediately go to her. Instead, I knelt beside her, admiring her like a work of art, my fingers gently tracing her jade-like body.

Then came the passionate lovemaking, the sounds of her moans and the fluids from our thrusts filling the bedroom.
The most memorable thing about making love with her was that her vaginal opening was very tight, but the inside was a bit wide. During sex, I had to constantly distract myself, or stop and start, otherwise it was easy to ejaculate.

Furthermore, her vagina was a little short. When I thrust hard, the glans felt like it was hitting a round ball or something.
I guess that was the cervix. She also told me that when I thrust hard, something inside her felt like it was being pushed up too.

Also, when I gave her oral sex, she initially refused, saying it was dirty. But she couldn't resist my persistent pleading. She was aroused, and I took her clitoris into my mouth, moving my head from side to side, my lips rubbing against her vulva. Soon her buttocks would arch in response. At that point, if I inserted one or two fingers, she would definitely have an orgasm.

Unfortunately, after I gave her oral sex, she wouldn't let me kiss her. Unless I brushed my teeth or rinsed my mouth!
At this point, I don't want to write any more about her. This world is too small; to protect her, and to protect myself.

Let me just briefly recount what happened afterward.

Later, her husband, while hiding from debt collectors, was run over by a truck on the outer ring road and died!

The initial explanation was that her husband was speeding.

She said it was probably debt collectors chasing him.

I helped him check the surveillance footage, and it's true that there were cars blocking his way, and not just one.

That makes things easier. We'll call the police, gather evidence, and hire a lawyer.

After a few months, the compensation she received was enough to cover her debts. Of course, she also sold her house. I was the one who told her to do it. If she hadn't sold it, her husband's family would have been after her too. This way, it was all over. A complete break. Her husband left her nothing, and she would be free from worry.

Then, I let her live in one of my villas. It was a gift from a friend, and my wife didn't know about it. At the time, my friend joked that it could be used to keep a mistress. Unfortunately, he was right.

When I gave her the house, it had a surveillance system. Every room, including the bathroom, had one. And they were all hidden. My friend said that the house was also a gift from someone else. I think the surveillance system was also customized for him.

However, it also made me discover a secret.

For a while, Xiaoling's parents came here for tourism. During the day, I took them sightseeing.

At night, I would just check if there was anything I needed to arrange, and then I would check the surveillance footage. Xiaoling was doing something in the kitchen, and her father was touching her inappropriately. That was definitely not the behavior of a father.

Especially grabbing Xiaoling's buttocks.

Although he's technically my father-in-law, this is still going too far.

I quickly reviewed the previous recordings. Last night, her father went into her room while she was sleeping. He used a flashlight to look at her genitals and even masturbated next to her.

Good heavens, what kind of father is that?

Then, she woke up, probably to go to the bathroom. She saw her father holding his penis in front of her. She scolded him, but he just grinned.

He left. She went to

the bathroom. As soon as she entered, her father followed her in. She tried to push him out, but he just wouldn't leave, still grinning. He even waved his penis in front of his daughter.

Finally, she said something with a helpless expression. Her father nodded repeatedly.

She squeezed some lotion onto her hands and her father's penis and started masturbating. A little while later, he ejaculated, making a mess on the floor.

She pointed to the door, and her father slunk away.

She wiped up the semen, then urinated, went back to her room, locked the door, and went to sleep.

As for me, this is the first time I've encountered something like this. After reading it, my hand holding the water glass was trembling.

I continued watching today's news and found that she locked the door when she went back to her room. That means she wouldn't leave the door open for her father.

I wondered, did her father do this to her when she was little? I don't know about other families, but for a daughter to masturbate her father, or for a father to ask his daughter to masturbate him, God! How can I put it?

Seeing it on TV or in videos is one thing, but to actually do it to the woman in your life... that feeling is very unpleasant.

Especially since I don't know if she had done it with her father before. And I can't even ask her. What can I say? That I have surveillance footage? Pshaw!

This is no less shocking than when I was a child watching "The Return of the Condor Heroes" on TV. The scene where Xiaolongnu was raped shocked me for a month, and I was in a bad mood.

Some people will definitely ask me why I wrote it so hastily. I can only say that some things are not pleasant to recall. Moreover, the resolution of surveillance cameras back then was very low; it was already good enough if you could see who it was.
That's all for Xiaoling.

[The End]

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