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My wife, Tingting, is a very traditional northern girl with a pretty good figure. She's 1.65 meters tall, and although she has a little baby fat on her arms and legs, it makes her look fuller. Her breasts are especially impressive; I still don't understand how she has a 36D bust. Among all our friends, I've never seen a bust fuller than hers. Aside from a little baby fat, she's practically flawless. After several years of pursuing her relentlessly, we finally got married in 2015.

We live in a 024 city (city name omitted for privacy), and since we didn't have money to buy a house when we first started working, we shared a small two-bedroom apartment with her colleague, Lingling, in a village within the city near the North Ring Road. My wife was very conservative before we got married. Our limited contact was limited to kissing and touching her vagina... We only had our first time after we got married. Back then, as soon as I touched my wife's smooth, alabaster skin, my little brother would get hard. My wife was very compliant; with just a little foreplay, her vagina would become very wet. But as soon as I entered her, I couldn't help but speed up the pace, so every time my wife was still yelling "Fuck me harder!", I had already ejaculated...

Although it was embarrassing, my wife never said anything. The girl next door in our shared apartment is named Lingling. She's not very pretty, but she has a great figure, which probably has something to do with her love of dance! Her boyfriend is a taxi driver, I call him Brother Feng. Although he's not tall, he seems very strong. He usually comes two or three times a week. We're all young, so naturally we want to have sex, and occasionally we can hear noises!

One time, my wife and I had just finished and were about to go to the bathroom to clean up when we heard Lingling crying next door. Unable to contain our curiosity, we pressed our ear to the door to eavesdrop. Besides the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, all we could hear was Lingling's frantic screams: "Ah...no...I'm going to be fucked to death...mmm..."

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut! Tingting, fucking your cunt feels so good..." Feng was also moaning.

Had I misheard? Why was he calling my wife's name? I whispered to my wife, "Feng seems to be calling your name!"

My wife must have heard it too, because she said "You're annoying" and went back to her room.

Back in bed, remembering what had just happened, my little brother got hard again. I stroked my wife's lower abdomen, and when I squeezed my fingers into her vagina, I found it was even wetter than before I cleaned her!

I asked, "Why are you wet again? Do you want more?"

"Mmm." (Read exciting adult novels on Adult Novel Network:)

"How about letting Feng come and satisfy you?" I said, gently stroking my wife's thighs, her most sensitive spot.

My wife squeezed her legs together, and I could clearly feel the heat emanating from them. "Honey, can I let you penetrate me?"

my wife whispered breathlessly in my ear, her legs parted to allow my fingers to tease her soft labia.

"Good wife, I won't be angry. I just want you to be truly happy. As long as you love me in your heart, that's enough." My wife's eyes were already a little hazy. "Hmm, as long as you're not angry, I'll let anyone penetrate me." My wife's voice trembled slightly, but looking at my limp penis, I gave up. However, I had already made a plan in my mind.

The northern city already felt like summer during the May Day holiday. Since there were too many people during the long holiday in China, it was better to stay at home. My wife and I had nothing to do these past few days. Feng happened to come over in the evening, so I suggested we go out for barbecue. Since Feng had a day off tomorrow, we went to a food stall near the square. The four of us ordered draft beer and chatted while drinking. My wife didn't usually drink, but there wasn't anything else to drink, so she got a glass too. Two women were discussing clothes and cosmetics, while the two of us men talked about everything from the South China Sea to Libya, from Sanlu milk powder to Dongguan, and finally, like all conversations, it all came down to women.

I said, "Feng, you're lucky, Lingling is so sexy." Feng, a little tipsy, said, "She can't compare to your Tingting, I'd be content if Lingling was half as good as Tingting."

"No way, Lingling has a killer figure!"

I had just finished speaking when Lingling said from the side, "You two grown men are so boring, if that's the case, why not just switch?"

I saw her face was flushed, she was also a little drunk, "Okay! Let's switch then, haha!" I said jokingly.

"I'm just afraid your Tingting won't agree," Lingling teased.

"Switch then! Who's afraid of who?" my wife finally said softly. I know my wife's alcohol tolerance, she would never normally say something like that. Feng and I wanted to have a couple more drinks, but the two women disagreed. It was only 9 pm, so Lingling suggested going to a karaoke bar since we had nothing else to do. We got a private room. We weren't planning on drinking, but they were having a promotion—a package deal included a dozen beers, so we figured we might as well take advantage. With the dim lighting and the alcohol, my wife and Feng started dancing. Since she was on holiday, my wife was wearing a loose t-shirt and athletic shorts.

I saw Feng's wife's initial reserve gradually waning. Seeing that she didn't object, he started stroking her hips and occasionally touching her thighs. At this point, Lingling and I were also close together. The friction of our thighs made me realize that Lingling's skin was just as good as my wife's.

Perhaps seeing Lingling and me being intimate, and with Feng's constant teasing, my wife's reserve gradually gave way. They were now dancing intimately, Feng's erection rubbing against my wife's lower abdomen, and his hand hidden inside his t-shirt. I guessed he had broken through my wife's defenses; I could already hear her moans. At this moment, Lingling retorted, "Let them play! Consider it a wife swap tonight."

Without hesitation, I grabbed Lingling's breasts and began to knead them. Although not as large as my wife's, they were much firmer. Then, Feng put his wife on the sofa, pulled down her shorts, revealing a thin, flesh-colored cotton panty underneath. Her vulva was already damp. Feng gently pulled the panty aside, revealing his wife's alluring vulva, her snow-white skin, and her slightly curly black pubic hair. His wife, already aroused, was practically dripping with her juices.
Feng didn't hesitate to lick it, occasionally brushing against her clitoris. His wife held Feng's head, her eyes closed, moaning softly. When my hand slipped under Lingling's skirt, I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear, which excited me even more. When my palm touched her genitals, I could feel Lingling's restless heart from the fiery heat. At the same time, my tongue was being sucked into Lingling's mouth and she didn't want to come out, so I could only enjoy this rare opportunity. In the blink of an eye, I saw Feng Ge fiddling with my wife's vagina with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other, while roughly sucking on her mouth. My wife was completely overwhelmed, moaning, "I want..."

I saw her hand also reach into Feng Ge's crotch. Feng Ge couldn't hold back, pulled his penis out from the side of his shorts, and thrust it into my wife's vagina. "Ah... your penis is too big, be gentle... don't use too much force... I can't take it..."

I estimated that if there wasn't deafening music, the whole building could hear my wife's screams.

Lingling was not to be outdone, and had already put my penis in her mouth, sucking and licking it vigorously, which felt even better than fucking my wife's vagina. I was about to ejaculate when my penis suddenly started thrusting faster in Lingling's mouth. It felt thicker and harder than ever before, almost filling her throat. Finally, my semen spurted out of Lingling's mouth, filling her small mouth. To my surprise, she swallowed it all. This was the first time I felt a sense of conquest as a man. Although I felt it ended too soon, Lingling seemed very satisfied. She licked her lips and stroked my penis, saying, "I didn't expect your penis to be so big? Much bigger than your brother Feng's..."

Hearing this, I felt so proud! Meanwhile, the battle raged on. Feng had his wife's legs hoisted onto his shoulders, thrusting into her vagina like a pile driver. The slapping sounds of their bodies colliding were audible. His wife was too weak to even scream; her face seemed to twitch. I don't remember how long it lasted, but it must have been almost ten songs before Feng finally held my wife tightly and poured all his semen into her vagina… He quickly wiped himself clean, packed his clothes, and went home!
By the time we got back to our place, it was past 2 a.m., and I was much more sober. For some reason, while Lingling was washing her face, I saw her round buttocks and suddenly felt a stirring of desire. I asked, "Feng, are we going to have to take turns sleeping tonight?"

Feng said, "Yeah, tonight isn't over yet!" Without asking either of our wives' consent, we each went into the other's room. To be honest, this was the first time I'd carefully observed Lingling's room. The room was quite tidy. Near the window was a clothes rack with two pairs of black stockings and a small thong hanging on them.

Curious, I walked over. The stockings were the kind that went all the way up to her thighs, and seemed to match the black thong. They both felt smooth and had a faint soapy scent. My penis started to get aroused. I wondered what Lingling would look like wearing them. Just then, Lingling finished showering and returned to the room. Seeing me examining her underwear, she said a little shyly, "Feng-ge always likes me wearing stockings. They got dirty yesterday, so I just washed them. Don't you men all like these things? I'll wear them again then!" She was so considerate.

After Lingling put them on, I was amazed at why men like stockings. Lingling looked incredibly alluring and sexy in the black stockings, a striking contrast to her fair skin. I knelt before her, gently stroking her legs. Her feet lightly rubbed against my already throbbing, almost bursting penis. I was losing control. I turned Lingling over so she was lying face down on the bed, my penis between her thighs—it felt amazing! Through her thong, I could sense that Lingling was getting aroused too. So I slowly thrust in and out, savoring this unprecedented sensation, occasionally nudging her vulva with the head of my penis.

Lingling's moans grew louder, and finally she couldn't help but say, "Husband, come in, I can't take it anymore..."

So I pulled her thong aside and thrust my penis into her already overflowing wetness.

"Ah...husband, it feels so good! Harder..." Lingling began to moan lewdly.

I also felt that I had never felt so good with my wife before. I thrust hundreds of times before ejaculating, and it landed on Lingling's stockings. Lingling was already rolling her eyes and convulsing on the bed. It seemed she would have to wash her stockings again tomorrow.

The next day, my wife secretly told me that Feng was also very skilled. That night, she didn't know how many orgasms she had, but she felt like she was flying on a mountaintop. From then on, I began my journey to make my wife happy, which included her colleagues, online friends, and strangers I met by chance in bars. This kind of life gradually ended after our baby was born and we bought a house.

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