Azuma is fighting

(I)
On New Year's Eve in Tsim Sha Tsui East, night fell and the city lights
began to twinkle. The Christmas and New Year's lights on the buildings vie for attention, creating a dazzling spectacle that illuminated the surrounding area
like daytime. Tiny lights twinkled among the trees, like countless stars in the sky, densely packed and
shimmering. The streets were bustling with people and cars, filled with a joyful festive atmosphere.

My wife, Ah Zhen, gently linked arms with me, and we strolled happily towards the Shangri-La Hotel, bathed in the shimmering lights
. I stole a glance at her; a flawlessly beautiful woman,
nestled close to my shoulder like a little bird, wore a radiant smile that was almost blinding. In this picturesque
scene, we walked hand in hand, inseparable, a sight that would make anyone envious!

She wore an apricot-yellow off-the-shoulder dress, paired with light brown leopard-skin boots.
A necklace of small diamonds adorned her neck, which complemented her ruby and diamond earrings, making them even more dazzling. Her
long, black hair was meticulously styled, glossy and neatly combed back into a small, round
bun, perfectly complementing her oval face, making her look delicate and charming. With her arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, bright red lips, and large, expressive eyes,
her lips were alluring and sexy… even I couldn't help but secretly swallow a few times.

Tonight was the annual New Year's Eve dinner and dance party held by our classmates at the Shangri-La Hotel. Several years
have passed since I left university. Most of my classmates have settled down, started families, and achieved success in their careers. Everyone is busy with their own lives, making it rare to meet. Therefore, we all use the dinner and dance party as an opportunity to reunite, catch up on each other's lives, and celebrate
the end of the year. It 's often a carnival-like event, with everyone leaving feeling satisfied. 　　Standing in the hotel lobby waiting for the elevator, men and women around me cast envious glances at my radiant wife, filling me with a nameless sense of satisfaction. I felt lightheaded, proudly holding my head high, like a fisherman who has caught a big fish and is displaying it to the crowd, basking in the flashes of cameras —a feeling of pride and accomplishment overwhelmed me. 　　Up on the second-floor banquet hall, the spacious space was beautifully decorated, elegant and refined. It seemed there was still time; only Mr. and Mrs. Fan had arrived first, each holding a cocktail and chatting quietly. As soon as they saw us walk in, they were overjoyed to have company and quickly stood up to greet us: "Hi! Ah Lin, Mrs. Lin, it's so good to see you here! We don't have to stay here bored anymore. Wow! Mrs. Lin, you've become even more beautiful since I last saw you! I almost didn't recognize you. If you weren't with Ah Lin, I wouldn't have dared to greet you!" Ah Fan beamed, his eyes shining, as if I were invisible, his gaze fixed solely on my wife. He opened his arms, pulled Ah Zhen to his chest, kissed her on the chin, and then turned to greet me. 　　Although hugging and kissing are basic social etiquette, seeing my beautiful wife embraced by another man felt strange; a strange sense of pleasure suddenly welled up inside me. Sometimes I wonder if my feelings are a little abnormal? But this doubt was quickly replaced by satisfaction, a feeling akin to walking in fine clothes at night and suddenly entering a brightly lit place, where all eyes are on your clothes—a sense of pride that wells up from the bottom of your heart, much like the exhilaration of soaring through the sky. 　　Ah Fan's wife, Ah Xing, stood politely beside her husband, smiling at us, not trying to steal his thunder. I, too, gracefully stepped forward, took her slender hand, and gently kissed it. Just as Ah Fan and I were chatting idly, someone suddenly patted me on the back, startling me. Before I could even turn around, a voice rang out: "You're here so early! Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, Lily." Hey! It turned out to be that rascal, Xiao Zhang. He'd been elusive his whole life, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, vanishing for ages only to reappear in the next. So mysterious and enigmatic, he was always the go-to guy for card games, but you could never find him. 　　Turning around, I saw him, as always, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking like a mysterious high-ranking official from the TV series "The X-Files." No wonder everyone at school called him "Mr. X." The short-haired girl standing next to him seemed to be his new girlfriend, around twenty years old. Her smile had two charming dimples . She stared at us with her big, doll-like eyes, nodded to each of us, and said, "Hello!" She then shyly nestled against Xiao Zhang, looking every bit the little bird seeking shelter. 　　Just then, two more couples entered through the door. The more mature and composed one was Lao Bian, dressed in a sharp black evening suit with a red bow tie around his neck and a camera always by his side. His only hobby was photography; he used to be responsible for all the photos in the school magazine, and he was always the one to take the photos for the New Year's Eve dinner dance. He walked into our group, greeted everyone, and then eagerly promoted himself: "Next month I'm going back to the mainland to shoot some photos. Spring comes early in Jiangnan, so I'll take the opportunity to take some nice pictures to gather more material for my solo photo exhibition at the Cultural Center in March." 　　A-Fan then brought him a cocktail and took the opportunity to tease him: "Another photo exhibition already? I bet you're just using this as an excuse to take some 'nude art photos' of the girls from the North! What's the name of this one?" He always liked to banter with Lao Bian. Old Bian took the glass: "Thanks! Hey, you guys, don't listen to his nonsense, his imagination is just too rich, he's always trying to smear me. The film festival is called 'Spring in the Countryside,' you all better come early to support him on the ribbon-cutting day!" 　　A voice came from behind: "Old Bian's film festival, how could we not come!" It turned out to be Bao Bi, who came in with Old Bian. He was wearing a dark green Scottish wool suit with a matching vest, and a pipe in his mouth. If he wore a baseball cap, he would look just like Sherlock Holmes from a detective novel. Originally , he was from the next class, but he always liked to come and play with us, and even joined our football team. After we got to know each other, we basically considered him one of our classmates, so we invited him to the New Year's Eve dinner dance every year. He really...

He's a big fan of deduction and even runs his own detective agency!

At this moment, more and more people filed in. Some hadn't spoken for a while, so their names were on the tip of their tongues
, but nicknames came out easily: "Silly Leopard," "Dreamer," "Gong Ear," "Whiskey,"
"Alien," "Owl," "Little Brother," "Pineapple Wen," and so on. It was difficult to greet them all individually anymore. Everyone held
a drink, flitting about like butterflies, exchanging pleasantries.

The lights dimmed; it seemed the dance was about to begin. Just then, a couple hurried in from outside.
Upon closer inspection, it was Ah Lang and his wife. He looked left and right, finally spotting us, before weaving through the crowd towards
us. We all said in unison, "Couldn't you be any later? You're always so late,
never showing up until the very last minute! It's the same when we invite you to play mahjong; the rule is everyone at the table waits for you." He
smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry! My computer at home got a virus, and it took me ages
to fix it. I came as soon as I put it down." His wife, Ah Tao, chimed in, "This time he really wasn't exaggerating. If I hadn't needed the computer
to write a project report for the company, I wouldn't have rushed him so much."

Ah Tao was wearing a Victorian-style long dress with a deep purple
floral belt around her waist. Her light purple lace blouse revealed glimpses of her white bra through the fabric, and a pearl necklace hung down over
her deep cleavage, making it particularly eye-catching against the low neckline, inevitably
sparking alluring fantasies about her breasts. Her beautiful hair was meticulously combed and styled in a fashionable wavy
curl. She wore a pair of almond-shaped pink gemstone earrings, clearly chosen to match her pink lipstick. Her
large, charming eyes and deliberately arched eyebrows were framed by straight bangs that accentuated her delicate, oval face,
making her appear exquisitely beautiful and captivating.

Ah Lang, preoccupied with socializing with others, completely ignored my beautiful wife sitting right next to him
, not even glancing at her. I was seething with resentment, thinking: "You really don't know what's good for you! Even Ah Fan knows to take the opportunity to hug her and kiss her, but you're as stupid as a pig! Do you think
I, Ah Lin, am incapable of marrying a beautiful wife ?
You didn't even offer a word of praise, not giving her the slightest bit of face!" Thinking back, oh, perhaps it was because the lighting was too dim, making
his eyes blurry and unable to see clearly. So he pretended to straighten Ah Zhen's chair, placed his hands on her shoulders, and secretly pulled her
collar down a little further. Under the dim light, her skin appeared even whiter than snow, and half of her breasts were fully exposed
. I took another look at this beautiful woman, a gift from heaven, and saw her full breasts,
the upper part of them proudly protruding, rising and falling with her breath, almost bursting forth.

I was just about to introduce her to Ah Lang to attract his attention and get his praise when, unexpectedly, the music
started, and the dance began. As the melody of "The Blue Danube" played, A-Fan stood before A-Zhen
, bowed, and extended a hand, saying, "May I dance with you?" A-Zhen glanced at me,
as if seeking my permission. I, with gentlemanly manners, nodded. A-Fan, impatiently, wrapped his arm around her
slender waist, and together they stepped onto the dance floor, dancing gracefully to the music.

A-Fan, with his well-proportioned figure, looked even more dashing in his dark blue tuxedo that evening. His
movements with A-Zhen on the dance floor were perfectly synchronized, every gesture brimming with beauty, bringing
the essence of ballroom dancing to its fullest expression. I noticed many people's eyes were fixed on the two of them, and that strange
feeling slowly rose within me again. Watching my wife's graceful dance steps and the long skirt billowing as she twirled,
I wanted people to focus on her slender figure and voluptuous body, and even more so, I wanted everyone to know: that vibrant
and alluring beauty was my bed partner, Lin's.

Seeing A-Fan's wife, A-Xing, sitting quietly to the side, watching the dance all alone, I glanced at her
. Although our two families were quite familiar, her attire tonight gave me a sense of novelty: a deep maroon
backless short dress, an Italian silk shawl draped over her shoulders, and an octagonal amethyst
heart-shaped pin fastened at her chest, drawing all attention to her smooth, alabaster-like skin. She wore grey-
black silk stockings with a subtle floral pattern, which made her long legs appear even slimmer. A pair of large hoop earrings adorned her ears,
their pure and simple beauty perfectly complementing her long, naturally flowing hair. Her features were already those of a beauty
, but now, with the addition of makeup, she appeared even more stunning and captivating. I got up to invite her to dance
, but Ah Lang beat me to it and ushered her out.

That rascal, always trying to take everything from me! With a helpless look, I glanced around and our
eyes met. It was a rare coincidence; neither of them had a dance partner. I naturally walked over to her and invited her to dance with me
. On the dance floor, the music shifted to a slow waltz. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I put my arm around her slender
waist, dancing to the rhythm.

In the dim light, I saw Ah Fan and Ah Zhen not far away, engrossed in the captivating music. Ah Zhen
had her arms wrapped around his neck, her face nestled against his chest, while Ah Fan held her waist, their lower abdomens pressed tightly together.
Occasionally, Ah Fan would intentionally or unintentionally thrust his lower body forward, rubbing against her crotch, as if trying to squeeze their bodies
together, to merge them into one. Under the pressure, Ah Zhen's large breasts were squeezed wider and wider, almost
bursting out from under the quilt. My excitement surged again; I truly hoped that the lights would immediately shine
brightly, allowing more people to witness the alluring "inner beauty" of my Ah Lin's wife.

Ah Tao, seeing my absent-mindedness, assumed I was too restrained by etiquette and took the initiative to make the atmosphere
a little more romantic. Her delicate hands, which had been resting on my shoulders, now encircled my neck. Her chest pressed against mine, her large
breasts pressing against my heart. With each dance step, they swayed gently, releasing a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. I was instantly captivated
, my gaze fixed on the lovely woman before me, no longer paying attention to A-Fan and his wife's actions. Slowly
, my breathing quickened, the hot breath from my nostrils blowing onto her swollen breasts.
Peeking down, I could see almost everything about those mounds of flesh, except for the nipples.

A primal male urge, uncontrollably released from within, made me regret that my pants were too narrow,
unable to accommodate my growing member. It hardened and protruded higher and higher inside, stretching my crotch into a bulge.
Embarrassed, I blushed and secretly arched my lower body to avoid being discovered by A-Tao in my indecent state. Unfortunately, it was too
late. She had already noticed my physical change, her face flushing shyly, and she smiled slightly, revealing her teeth. I shyly
tried to return to my original position, but she didn't seem to care. She subtly moved her lower body forward, using the movement of her body to
rub against my erection.

The scent of flesh filled the air, and my lower body was rubbed raw, ready to burst into uncontrollable arousal. If this weren't a
public place where everyone was watching, I wouldn't have cared about the consequences of breaking off my friendship and would have "taken her right there and then."
After all, breaking off my friendship with my old friend and having sex with his wife—it was even, right? My mind was racing
, but my heart was pounding: the music absolutely couldn't stop now, or I'd be stuck in a huge tent, completely
exposed, and how could I possibly get back to my seat?

I clung tightly to A-Tao, our bodies pressed together, secretly calculating the remaining
time of the music, using her body to shield my lower body as I slowly led her towards the seat. It was a close call; we hadn't gone
far from the seat when the music stopped. I wiped away a cold sweat, plopped down, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. A-
Tao sat beside me with a smile, as if nothing had happened. She would occasionally glance at me, but as soon as our
eyes met, she would immediately look away as if nothing had happened, leaving me feeling restless and wondering what she
was up to.

When the next song started, I dared not invite her to dance again, afraid that her enthusiasm would make me unbearably aroused
and unable to move. Thankfully, Ah Fan seemed to know my feelings and came to my rescue, inviting her away and giving me
a chance to calm down. Ah Zhen and Ah Fan returned after their dance, but before she could even sit down properly, Ah Lang asked her to leave again.
I thought to myself: Of course, such a vibrant and alluring dance partner is the center of attention at the entire ball. Who doesn't know that
Ah Zhen is every man's ideal lover? Hehe! Ah Lang, you'll understand my good fortune! Just now you pretended to
be indifferent, but now you're completely captivated by her charms! After you've danced and personally experienced my beauty
, you'll praise my wife as top-notch and be incredibly envious of me.

The music was a cowboy dance. I walked up to Ah Xing, bowed, and said, "Sister-in-law,
I wonder if this cowboy dance suits you? Would you do me the honor?" She smiled sweetly, stood up gracefully,
and took my hand, leading me out of the dance floor. Holding her delicate hand, warm and smooth, soft as if boneless, her dance was beautiful and skillful
; every turn, every gesture, was full of vitality and passion. When I pulled her towards my chest, she nestled gently
in my arms; as she twirled away, her short skirt billowed out, revealing her two smooth thighs up to their juncture,
all laid bare before my eyes. Through her thin stockings, I could see her white thong,
even the slight mound at the base of her thighs.

I was gradually infected by her passionate exuberance, my eyes glued to her
, then drawn to the allure of her white, smooth back as she leaned against me, stirring my heart once more. My
little brother, which shouldn't have stirred at this moment, began to stir again, gradually rising, like a lonely figure hiding in the darkness
, trying to peek out and join the lively party.

Fortunately, the close contact during the cowgirl dance wasn't long, otherwise my pants wouldn't have been able to contain the fire, and she would have touched my
erection. I would have been so embarrassed I wanted to crawl into a hole. Fate is truly ironic. Just as I was in a state of panic,
unsure how to get off the stage, the music ended. She leaned forward, raised one leg, and bent back
in a beautiful finishing pose. As I leaned forward to embrace her waist, the bulge in
my pants pressed directly against the mound where her legs met. I thought, "Oh no, I've exposed everything. I'm going to
get a slap!"

To my surprise, she didn't seem offended at all. Instead, she pressed her lower body closer, maintaining the beautiful
pose for several seconds, even using her genitals to gently rub against my erection, arousing me
to the point of near collapse. At that moment, my desire was no longer to find a hole in the ground, but
to find a hole in the small mound between her legs, so that my penis, about to burst out of my pants, could burrow inside. Those few seconds felt like years; I truly wished time
could stand still, allowing me to continue immersing myself in this inexplicably pleasurable haven.

Throughout the entire dance, I relived the
wondrous pleasure that Ah Tao and Ah Xing had given me, a pleasure I would never experience in public. Their scent still lingered on my body, my penis still stubbornly refusing to yield.
I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and fantasizing about a one-sided scene: the three of us, naked and facing each other,
making love on the bed, one responding to the other, indulging in pleasure from each other, and then returning that pleasure to the other.
For a moment, images of Ah Tao's full, rounded breasts and Ah Xing's swollen, white vulva swirled and alternated in my mind.
Ah Xing faded out, Ah Tao faded in, Ah Xing faded in again, and then Ah Tao faded out...

In a daze, I didn't realize the ball was coming to an end. The dim lights came back on, and a sweet
voice pulled me back to reality: "Ah Lin, the ball is over. Everyone had a great time, but you're hiding here
taking a nap? Get up and get ready to go home. You can sleep well when you get home." I opened my eyes as if waking from a dream, and there
stood my beloved wife, Ah Zhen, standing before me. The false images in my hallucination were immediately
replaced by the living masterpiece of God before me. Although my lower body had just been aroused by Ah Xing and Ah Tao
, what woman in the world could compare to Ah Zhen?

(II)
Just now, when the dance ended, everyone was excitedly counting down: "Ten, nine, eight..." bidding farewell to the old
year and welcoming the new. Now, stepping into my home, it's already the second year. After a
hot bath, feeling completely refreshed, I lay on the soft bed, still savoring the intoxicating physical
contact I hadn't actually experienced at the dance. I wanted to fall asleep peacefully, hoping to continue the unfinished feelings in my dreams, but alas, the tranquil pool of spring water
has been stirred up; my heart is restless, my ears are burning, and I toss and turn, unable to close my eyes no matter what I try.

Turning around, I was facing my wife, who was sitting at the vanity removing her makeup.
Since it was just the two of us at home, she hadn't put on a robe after her shower, only her underwear and bra, as she
carefully wiped away the makeup from her face in front of the mirror. Her curvaceous body and smooth, alabaster skin cast an alluring glow on the bedroom. Her
round buttocks, seated on the low stool, appeared even more plump, the narrow crevice between her buttocks deeply indented, forming a cleavage
that stirred the imagination. Looking through her armpits, the small piece of fabric couldn't contain her full breasts; two round orbs peeked
out, bobbing slightly with the movement of her hands.

Such a beautiful body, like a finely sculpted Venus, but unfortunately, no
one but me could appreciate the inner workings of this stunning beauty. I didn't know that only I had
the right to use this enviable figure. It's all because she's an insurance broker, and her work requires her to wear executive attire,
burying the most captivating part of her.

I greedily savored the beauty before me, my emotions surging outwards in ripples. My heart pounded, my body
burned, and my penis, without me even realizing it, was already erect like a raging frog, pushing against my underwear like a tall pyramid. I
jumped out of bed and stood behind my wife, reaching forward to grasp her breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. Ah Zhen, caught
off guard by my sudden attack, screamed and then said, "You rascal, I'm busy removing my makeup,
what are you doing? Go lie down on the bed, I'll be there in a bit." I said, "Wife, look at my thing,
it's so hard I can't wait, yay, I'll remove my makeup after I'm done!" I pulled out my penis and rubbed it against her back.

She turned her head and said, "Look at you, what's gotten into you! Didn't you just come last night? Why are
you coming again tonight?" I grinned and said, "Last night was last year, this is the second year, your husband wants to 'open
the new year' with you, to wish you a happy new year." Without another word, I picked her up and put her on the bed, lifted her buttocks
, grabbed her panties, and pulled them off.

I stood on the edge of the bed, pulled her legs apart, and a dark forest was immediately revealed before my eyes
. People say that women with thick pubic hair have a particularly strong sex drive, and this is absolutely true. Ah Zhen's passion for sex is beyond what
most people can imagine. Once a night is routine, but she often makes me "work overtime," waking me up in the middle of the night
in my dreams to have her lick my penis. As soon as my penis is erect, it's time to get to work. A few times I
had a cold, lying weak in bed, without any "sick leave," and she would see I was weak and
take over. Her wildness in bed is such that even if you're completely exhausted, she can bring you back to life.

I gently parted the thick pubic hair with my fingers, and two bright red labia minora peeked out from the middle, tender,
wrinkled, and incredibly alluring. Faced with this beautiful sight, my tongue naturally extended,
licking them like a viper's hiss. Using the tip of my tongue, I slowly swept upwards from her perineum. When I reached her clitoris
, I pressed down a few times, causing her lower abdomen to tremble violently and spasm. Then I slowly
swept downwards again, and when I reached her anus, I circled the tip of my tongue around the opening, teasing her so that her buttocks rose and fell,
and her labia minora became more erect and opened wider.

At this point, I began my assault, taking her labia minora into my mouth, sucking, licking, and teasing until the vaginal
fluid flowing out was more than my saliva. Under a relentless barrage of verbal attacks, her desire
ignited. She unhooked her bra, kneading her breasts with both hands. Her body was burning hot, her breath quickened, and she swayed her hips and twisted her waist,
murmuring in a dreamlike voice, "Oh!...Husband...It's so itchy...Wow!...Don't just lick...It's
so uncomfortable!...Come on...Come on, come and relieve my itch!..." As she shouted, she spread
her legs wide and grabbed my arms, pulling them upwards.

My penis, already like a cannon fully loaded with ammunition, awaited the command to attack. Her moans
were like the war drums of a marching army, inspiring the soldiers' fighting spirit, charging forward, invincible. I pulled her legs and
buttocks to the edge of the bed, leaning forward, my glans already touching her overflowing vaginal opening. With a thrust of my pelvis,
the glans slowly entered her "black hole."

Her vulva was so narrow that my penis had to slowly penetrate, carving its way in while resisting the
tightness of the vaginal walls, to finally find its way in. After finally managing to insert my penis completely, a small tuft of long
pubic hair also slipped in. Actually, I don't like women with too much pubic hair. Ah Fan had said that
too much pubic hair on a woman is superfluous; it's unsightly, easily traps dirt, and does no good, ruining
the composition of a beautiful picture. This perfectly describes my current state. Ah Zhen knew I was drawn to a smooth, hairless vulva, so
she shaved all her pubic hair after a while, then waved it in front of me, enticing me to fuck her.

My penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vagina, feeling an unparalleled pleasure. Without thinking,
I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting to gain even greater physical pleasure. Watching the bulging, veiny
penis thrust in and out of her overflowing vagina, from its deep red color to its frothy,
foamy state, a sense of heroism and physical pleasure surged through me,
giving me a light, floating feeling.

Ah Zhen crossed her legs, gripping my buttocks, pushing and pulling with my thrusts. Just as my glans was about to touch her
cervix, she squeezed tightly, forcing my penis in completely, the ridges of my glans hitting
her cervix. As I continued thrusting, I leaned forward, my fingers grasping and squeezing her swaying breasts. Her hard, erect nipples peeked out from between my fingers, swollen like two large red dates from the friction
as I caressed them . 　　She screamed hoarsely, "Oh!... It feels so good... Good husband, you're so good... My pussy feels so good!... Faster... Faster... Harder... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Coming... Coming... Ah... Ah... My life is yours!..." Her hands gripped my arms tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably. A large amount of vaginal fluid, gushing out, flowed down my penis onto my scrotum, making it sticky and wet. When my testicles struck her perineum, the skin pressed together. The moment I pulled my penis out...

We parted again, reluctantly.

I knew she was at the peak of my climax, so I used all my strength to thrust faster, letting
her pound through me, each thrust higher than the last. Under my relentless, fierce onslaught, she shuddered once, then
shuddered again, her trembling more intense than from the cold, her mind hazy, only able to cry out to describe her
ecstatic, almost otherworldly sensation: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...husband, I love you so much!..."
Her vulva convulsed, squeezing my penis, performing a suffocatingly pleasurable massage and
sucking muscle contractions, sending tingling electric shocks through my glans.

She would never know that as I fucked her to the point of ecstasy, my eyes were closed, and I was thinking: my hands were grasping
Atao's full, round breasts, my cock was penetrating Axing's swollen, white vulva. The exhilarating scene from the ball
replayed in my mind, the tingling sensation on my glans growing stronger. Suddenly, all my
muscles tensed, then relaxed, and I trembled violently. Involuntarily, my fingers gripped her
breasts tightly, my pubic bone pressed against her mons pubis, and my glans, like a cannon,
released all its ammunition into her vagina.

I reveled in the continuous pleasure amidst the trembling, letting my semen flow in gushes through my throbbing
penis, pouring into her body. As we both reached a dreamlike climax, we
embraced each other passionately, silence speaking volumes, silently savoring the pleasure. If it weren't for my penis gradually
shrinking after its mission and slipping out of her vagina, I truly wouldn't have wanted to pull it out.

Ah Zhen, contentedly holding me, nestled in my arms and slowly drifted off to sleep. Although I had vented my pent-up desire
, I was filled with suspicion. Her sex drive had always been incredibly strong; she
wouldn't agree to sex unless I aroused her, and even if she tried to skip it for a day, she would eventually succumb. But for the past
month or so, she had acted completely differently. Aside from occasionally initiating, I was almost always the one making the requests. These
subtle changes, almost imperceptible to both of us, were clearly felt by each other.
Could it be that another man was providing her with sexual satisfaction? A
suspicion I shouldn't have felt suddenly arose in my mind, and I resolved to uncover the truth I didn't want to know.

One day, Ah Zhen called home, saying she was discussing insurance policy details with a client and would be back late,
skipping dinner. She told me to go to sleep and not wait for her. I immediately became suspicious: who works
that hard? Besides, there's no need to talk about insurance policies so late! I pretended nothing was wrong and just told her to
go home early as soon as we were done.

I heard the door open in the middle of the night, but I lay down on the bed pretending to be fast asleep, unaware she was back. She quietly put down
her handbag, grabbed her underwear, and went to the bathroom to shower. I took the opportunity to secretly check her handbag for
anything suspicious, but found nothing. When she got into bed, I pretended to be woken up and
tried to make love to her, but she politely declined, saying we both had to go to work the next morning. Looking at her lustful
face, my suspicions grew: in the past, she would have been more than happy to accept my advances!

While she was asleep, I pretended to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. Locking the door, I quietly checked her underwear from earlier that day
. As I expected, there was a yellowish-white stain at the tip, half-dry and sticky.
It's normal for women's underwear to have some discharge; you can tell by smelling it. I brought the underwear to
my nose and sniffed it. My head immediately went blank. I desperately didn't want to smell that peculiar odor.
Every man knows what that bleach-like smell means. My heart felt like it had been stabbed
; a powerful wave of jealousy washed over me.

Back in bed, I couldn't sleep all night, my mind racing with fantasies about the man who shared my wife. What did he
look like? Could he possibly be more attractive to her than I was? A horrifying image flashed through my mind: Ah Zhen
lying naked on the bed, legs spread wide, her hips swaying
rhythmically as the man on top of her thrust into her. When he ejaculated into her vagina, she moaned with pleasure, her juices
soaking the sheets…

Then I remembered the occasional mysterious phone calls at night, which would
quickly hang up after I answered with a "hello," confirming my suspicions: she was definitely cheating on me! But
who was it? How could I catch this adulterous couple in the act?

They must be communicating by phone, but my wife used a mobile phone; eavesdropping wouldn't be
easy. Suddenly, it occurred to me that Ah Fan was a well-known radio enthusiast at school, and quite clever; he could modify radios
to communicate with other radio aficionados. Could this method also be used to intercept my wife's
phone conversations?

The next morning, I met Ah Fan for morning tea, confided my doubts to him, and asked for his advice on how to solve the problem
. He said, "With my current skills, there's absolutely no problem. In fact, I often unintentionally intercept many mobile
phone conversations. But for me to eavesdrop on your wife's calls is not only morally wrong, but I
don't even know the frequency of her phone. Filtering from thousands of frequencies is harder than finding a needle in a haystack. Here's what we'll
do: as old classmates, I'll help you out for now. You think of a way to call me from her mobile phone, and
I can use that to determine the frequency. But this must not be publicized."

For two days in a row, I hid in A-Fan's room, sitting with him next to the modified radio, nervously monitoring
A-Zhen's every call. Disappointingly, another day was almost over. Every call was normal,
either about insurance work or casual conversation between sisters—nothing new, and I was so bored I almost fell asleep.
Just as she was about to give up, a phone call came in: "Hey, Ah Zhen! I've been missing you so much. See you at
the usual place tonight." The man's voice sounded somewhat familiar, but due to interference from the radio waves, there was a lot of static
, so she couldn't recognize him at first. Ah Zhen replied, "You rascal, if it's you, hurry up! Last time you kept me up so late,
my husband almost started to suspect something."

Ah Fan chuckled and said to me, "Ah Lin, don't worry about it. If I'd known Ah Zhen was so easy to get, I would have
preferred to have her instead of letting some outsider benefit. It's better to keep the good stuff within our own circle!" I didn't respond to him irritably, just frantic like
a cat on a hot tin roof: "Ah Fan, you said 'the usual place,' what's the usual place? Are we just going to let a green
hat be slapped on our heads? Help me think of something!" Ah Fan replied casually, "What's the rush? Looks like
this isn't the first time. Why don't you call her tonight and ask where she is?"

His smirking infuriated me. I said, "Don't joke around. Seriously, what's the use of just knowing? I
need to know who that man is, and ideally, I should be able to see and hear what's happening, then I won't be able to deny it." Ah Fan shrugged
: "That's all I can do. If you want to install a listening device or a spyglass, you should ask Bao Bi." Right!
Why didn't I think of that?!

(III)
Fan and I went to Bao Bi’s Private Detective Agency and told him the whole story. At
this point, we didn’t care about spreading our family scandals. Bobby patted his chest: "Hehe! Catching someone in the act? I'm the best at that! I can
catch you red-handed, with clear pictures, and I can even handle your divorce proceedings!" I said, "Your name is Bobby,
not Bao Gong (a famous judge in Chinese history). Besides, even Bao Gong struggles with family cases, so don't be so nosy. I don't need a divorce, I just want
you to install a listening device in my house and a spy camera facing the bed in the bedroom, connected to the TV
in the next guest room. The rest, I'll handle myself."

Bobby listened and said, "So you just want to spy on the next room? That's much simpler!
No need for listening devices or spy cameras, just a handheld camera will do. I'll add a remote
control so the camera lens can be narrowly panned, plus the zoom function, no
corner of the bed will escape your eyes. Oh, and do you want me to take some 'battlefield photos'? I guarantee every single one will be stunning."
"Long Zhao, we also offer DNA and semen testing services. Since we're old classmates, I'll give you a 20% discount!"

I asked curiously, "The camera can also pan? That's high-tech!" A-Fan followed up, "
That's 'high-tech' from ten years ago." Next, you need to give your wife a chance to "invite the wolf into the house," and then slowly cultivate her. But A-
Zhen isn't a stupid woman; it seems she won't fall for it so easily. Bao Bi replied, "Don't worry, I've seen this situation
many times. When blinded by lust, even the smartest woman can do foolish things."

Two days later, I pretended to say to A-Zhen, "Old..."
" Honey, there's something urgent at the company. They're sending me on a business trip to the mainland for three or four days, but I really don't want to leave you alone. What excuse should I use to decline?" Ah Zhen said, "Don't
be silly. Three or four days isn't three or four years. Look at how upset you are! Business is important. Before you come home, remember
to call me so I can prepare a nourishing soup for you."

As he was leaving, he hugged and kissed his wife, thinking, "We've already laid out many informants. You'd
better watch yourself!" Fortunately, Ah Fan lived not far from my house, and I was in his room in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. Around noon
, the big fish took the bait. Ah Zhen said to her lover on the phone, "Hey! You bastard, I have some good news for you
. My husband is away on a business trip to the mainland. Come stay at my place tonight! Don't sneak around to another hotel. Show me
everything you've got tonight." The man was overjoyed: "Hehe, heaven's on
my side! I'll make sure you have your fill tonight! Okay, time to reel in the line, need to ask my wife for leave."

The lewd conversation made me furious, I almost smashed the radio. Ah Fan, however, hid nearby,
covering his mouth and chuckling, adding insult to injury: "Wow! What a wonderful dialogue! Why didn't they go on longer?
Even if they talked all night, I'd rather stay up all night listening to them!"

Finally, it got dark. Ah Fan and I hid behind a clump of bushes not far from home, keeping an eye on everything happening at the building entrance
. Sure enough, soon I saw my wife and a man get out of a taxi, hand in hand, and walk into the building. I
wanted to follow, but A-Fan stopped me: "What's the use of rushing in now? The real show hasn't even started yet!
Let's find a restaurant to eat first." Sigh! At this point, even eating dragon meat wouldn't taste good!

An hour later, A-Fan and I sneaked into the house like thieves. Peeking through the crack in the front door, we saw the bedroom
door was closed, so we tiptoed into the guest room. I couldn't wait to turn on the TV connected to the video camera. Bao Bi
was really thoughtful; he had also connected a VCR so I could secretly record everything that happened.

The scene unfolded; the camera had been hidden in the clutter on top of the wardrobe opposite the bed. In an instant, a horrific
scene appeared before our eyes. The picture we had imagined was now playing out on the television screen like a mini-movie
: Ah Zhen lay on her back on the bed, her limbs wrapped around the man's body like an octopus. His buttocks
were moving up and down like a pile driver, and Ah Zhen's narrow vulva was enduring his powerful thrusts. Her dark pubic
hair was stained white by the lustful fluid, some of which dripped onto the sheets, reflecting light. Because
the camera was off, I couldn't tell who the man was; I only saw his swaying buttocks, his penis appearing and disappearing, and
his scrotum bobbing back and forth…

But Ah Fan's attention wasn't on the man. He was fiddling with the remote, zooming in on a close-up of sexual intercourse
. Ah Zhen's delicate labia minora were now bright red, forming a ring-like structure, tightly enveloping the penis, which was dripping with vaginal
fluid and moving in and out. Whether the image was too close or it was actually like that, the man's penis
was truly thick, filling Ah Zhen's vagina completely, leaving no room for anything else. What pained me most was that Ah Zhen was now
moving her buttocks up and down, responding to his thrusting movements.

The television was blaring with suggestive moans, sounds that I was supposed to enjoy alone. But now
, they were audible to three men: "Ah!... Ah... Ah... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Little
brother... Your thick cock... your big cock... it's about to burst my pussy!... Hmm... Hmm...
It feels so good!... Hmm... Hmm... I'm going to cum again... I'm cumming... Ah! Ah! Ah!... Tonight I
want you to fuck me like this!... Hmm... Hmm..."

A-Fan was completely absorbed, mesmerized, and speechless, as if watching a captivating film.
I hated him for not feeling sorry for me, as if the woman being fucked to the point of ecstasy wasn't my friend's wife, but a glamorous
movie queen performing a realistic scene. He kept swaying the camera, sometimes focusing on her dripping vulva, sometimes on her
heaving breasts, and sometimes even on her anus where the dripping fluid had formed a white line.

I watched, my beloved wife being relentlessly violated by another man, and I was furious
, my heart pounding, sweat pouring down my back, and I was restless. But strangely, when all the men were captivated
by my wife's alluring body, unable to resist her charm, that inexplicable, wonderful
feeling began to rise within me again, growing stronger and stronger. I enjoyed this feeling; no man could escape
the allure she exuded, drawn by an invisible gravity, like the nine planets of the solar system, revolving
but never able to escape the sun's clutches.

The wife's moans grew louder and louder, and the man's thrusting became faster and faster. On screen, his penis
swelled like a giant, fiery rod, struggling to be pulled and pushed into her vagina. His scrotum lifted
a few times, causing his testicles to bounce, before the entire penis was deeply buried inside her, convulsing
. Her buttocks contracted and expanded, her flesh trembling violently. A few small
white droplets, the size of soybeans, oozed from the gap between her vagina and penis, growing larger and larger until they pooled into a white puddle, trickling down… I knew this
love scene was coming to an end. The man was selflessly offering his hot semen to my wife,
gushing it deep inside her.

When both of them were exhausted, leaning against the headboard, panting, Ah Fan zoomed out to get a clear look at the
adulterer's face. Then it would be the perfect moment to go into the room and catch them in the act. When the man's face filled the entire television
screen, Ah Fan and I were stunned, staring at each other, speechless for a long time. It turned out that the adulterer was
...was...was our classmate of many years, our best partner on the team—Ah Lang!

All our original plans were ruined; we had to rearrange them. Ah Fan and I discussed it for a while and finally
came up with a brilliant plan to make him reap what he sowed and suffer the consequences. I called his home. Atao had already
gotten off work. I said to her, "Atao, oh dear! I don't even know where to begin. It turns out your husband and my wife have
been having an affair for a while now, and he's even cheating on me in my house!" Atao laughed, "You can
eat anything, but you can't say anything! Don't joke about this! Alang isn't home tonight, but he
's playing mahjong with Lao Bian, Afan, and Alin… Oh! Aren't you Alin?"

She started to suspect her husband was acting strangely; otherwise, why would he lie to her? She anxiously asked, "Alin,
you're home! How could you just stand by and watch your wife cheat without stopping her?" I replied, "It's a long story
. Come to my house right now, and you'll understand." As soon as I hung up, I immediately told Afan to wait at the door so
she wouldn't ring the doorbell and alert them, ruining our plan.

It was incredibly fast; she arrived at my house in the blink of an eye, as if she could fly. As soon as we entered the room, she eagerly
asked, "Ah Lin, where's my husband?" I pointed to the next bedroom with my thumb, then asked her to sit down and
played the entire recording for her. When she saw Ah Lang ejaculate into my
wife's vagina at the end, and then a large amount of semen overflow, she couldn't hold back any longer. She got up, ran to the bedroom door, pushed
it open, and rushed in.

Ah Lang and Ah Zhen, caught off guard by this move, were stunned to see three people they least wanted to see standing in front of the bed. They
froze, sitting stiffly on the bed, not even bothering to cover their naked bodies. Ah
Lang's face was flushed, and he was drenched in sweat, but his previously unstoppable penis was even redder than his face, covered in
sticky white precum, with a few drops of semen still slowly seeping from the urethra. Ah Zhen's hair was
disheveled, but her face was radiant. Ten clear, deep red finger marks were visible on the snow-white skin of her breasts. Her vulva was still
twitching slightly, her pubic hair and labia minora smeared with a sticky mess of red, white, and black fluids.

Several minutes passed before they seemed to wake from a dream, hastily grabbing sheets and pillows to cover their private
parts, their four eyes staring in terror at the six others. Ah Tao approached her husband and said, "Ah Lang,
what explanation do you have now?" Ah Lang was speechless, utterly dumbfounded. I also asked Ah Zhen, "When did you two
start hooking up? Tell the truth." Ah Zhen was silent for a long time before revealing the truth:

"It was about a month ago. Ah Lang invited me to his house to discuss buying insurance. I tried my best to
persuade him, but he was still hesitant. It was the last two days of the month, and I was still short two policies to match
his and Ah Tao's. I was determined to get those two policies, otherwise my commission of over ten thousand yuan that month would be gone.
Seeing that I was in a hurry to meet the quota, Ah Lang took advantage of my situation and made a deal with me: he could sign two insurance contracts for me, but he
wanted me to sleep with him. He also said he had liked me for a long time but hadn't dared to confess. To keep my commission, I..."
That day , we had sex. From then on, he would call me every now and then, asking me to meet him at a hotel. I was afraid that
refusing would anger him and make him tell Ah Lin, so I kept going along with him until now.

I suddenly realized: no wonder Ah Lang acted as if he didn't see my wife at the New Year's Eve dinner party;
it turns out we'd slept together countless times. He was pretending to be indifferent because he was afraid I'd find out, even though it was a blatant attempt to cover it up.
But at the time, I never would have imagined this.

I seized the opportunity and said to the couple, "Alright, how should we resolve this now?" Atao
glared at Alang, then said to me, "It's all Alang's fault for being so useless, blinded by lust, that caused this mess.
How about this? Tell me how much compensation you want, name your price, and if you can afford it, we'll settle it!" I
pretended to be angry: "What kind of person do you take my wife for? Besides, how can money heal emotional wounds
?" Atao said helplessly, "What's done is done, of course it can't be fixed, unless you can think
of a better way."

"There is a way, but are you two willing to agree?" I said with a sly smile. Atao
hurriedly replied, "As long as it's within my power, I will definitely agree." I pressed my advantage and whispered something in her ear...
After a few words, a blush immediately spread across her face. I looked at her full breasts and said, "You believe you can
do it." As I spoke, I secretly reached out and lightly pinched her large buttocks. Ah Lang started to sense
something was wrong: "Don't you dare get any funny ideas about Ah Tao!" I ignored him and
continued to smirk at Ah Tao, "A mental illness needs a mental cure. My wife has already slept with your husband. If you're willing
to sleep with me too, I'll feel better. It's best to settle things in bed.
I'll pretend nothing happened before."

Ah Lang jumped up: "Don't do anything reckless!" Ah Tao glared at him again: "You're still haggling? Do you think this
is grocery shopping?" She turned to me and said, "Ah Lin, now the deed is done, the meat is on the chopping board.
Do whatever you say." At this moment, Ah Fan also spoke up: "Ah Lang, you should be grateful to have such an understanding wife
. Of course, there's a price to pay for adultery! You and Ah Xing should be wiped clean in the same way ." 　　Ah Lang became even more agitated: "Hey! Ah Fan, when and where did I sleep with your wife? Don't be so sure of yourself,
take advantage of..." "

What finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Alang, stop pretending! You can deny you're sleeping with Azhen right now, you're actually playing mahjong with them! Sigh, debts must be repaid, and physical debts must be repaid with physical intimacy—it's only fair. You're the one who caused this mess; you've really lost everything." 　　Under Alang's speechless gaze, Afan and I put our arms around Atao's slender waist and led her to the guest room next door. As soon as the three entered the room, Ah Lang rushed to the door and shouted at Ah Tao, "Wife, don't let them bully you!" Ah Fan turned around, glanced at his penis swaying between his legs, and smiled, saying to him, "Ah Lang, we'll treat her very gently, don't worry." Just before closing the door, he added, "You only played the first half of that game, go back and finish the second half! Ah Zhen needs you to fuck her all night! Haha..." As he spoke, he kicked the door shut with his leg, ignoring Ah Lang standing outside staring blankly. (IV) 　　After closing the door, only the three of us were in the room. Strangely, none of us were willing to start a conversation . It was too quiet, a silence like the calm before a storm, brewing an impending tempest. 　　Atao leaned silently against the edge of the bed, her head bowed shyly, like a bride just entering her bridal chamber. Although she knew perfectly well what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin. Her face flushed, and her hands unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her dress. Sometimes she would steal glances at Afan and me, but the moment our eyes met, she would immediately lower her head even further, as if she had done something wrong. 　　Her breathing was rapid with nervousness, her chest heaving dramatically, causing her large, alluring breasts to rise and fall with each breath, drawing our attention. Atao seemed to sense our inappropriate gazes, becoming even more uneasy. Although her hands still lingered on the hem of her dress, her increasingly heaving chest couldn't hide her inner turmoil; her breasts seemed about to burst out of her clothes. 　　As if by prior arrangement, A-Fan and I simultaneously grabbed her hems from both sides, lifting them up to her neck. The alluring beauty, barely contained, was instantly revealed before our eyes. Her beige bra couldn't fully cover her snow-white breasts, and the thin lace fabric couldn't conceal her ample bosom. A-Fan had me hold her clothes up, freeing my hand to gently lift the bra… Wow! A breathtaking pair of treasures bounced slightly before our very eyes. 　　A-Tao closed her eyes in embarrassment, letting us admire her fragrant, alluring figure without reservation, her face flushed as if it were her first time. And it truly was her first time: the first time she had displayed her secret domain to men other than her husband, and at the same time, two lustful men! 　　Before she could react, A-Fan and I had already divided her breasts, each holding one and caressing them, teasing the mounds of flesh with different seductive techniques. I cupped her right breast with my five fingers, though I couldn't fully enclose it, I still squeezed, kneaded, and flattened it forcefully. Meanwhile, A-Fan focused on her bright red nipple, gripping her left breast with one hand, squeezing it until the nipple stood erect, then pinching it between the fingers of his other hand, rubbing the tip back and forth with his thumb. 　　This two-pronged assault quickly left A-Tao feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, her body crawling with pain, utterly bewildered. Her hands gripped my and A-Fan's thighs tightly, her flesh clenching as if in agony, and she began to murmur, "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Her moans, varying in pitch , responded to our varying pressure. 　　I continued to caress her breasts with one hand while unbuttoning her clothes with the other. She cooperated by swinging her arms, shaking off her clothes and getting rid of the obstruction. At the same time, A-Fan reached behind her and loosened the clasp of her bra , removing it completely. Her shapely upper body was now naked. We helped her slowly lie back on the bed, then knelt on either side of her, cupping her large, round breasts, continuing to fondle them with abandon, each using different techniques. 　　A-Tao, aroused to the point of intoxication, her lips slightly parted, thrust her chest forward and backward in pleasure, accompanied by intermittent tremors. Her hands no longer grasped our thighs but instead reached between them, searching for the penises she craved to hold tightly. We'll fulfill her wish immediately. Like a race, Ah Fan and I stripped off all our clothes in the shortest time, kneeling naked beside her, ready for her to take and carry. Our two erect penises, glaring and ready to charge, pointed straight ahead. 　　The moment her fingers touched the hard, burning hot penises, she grasped them in her hands and began stroking them rapidly, so fast it was dizzying, unwilling to stop for a moment. Her little tongue darted out , licking and teasing her cherry lips like a greedy puppy waiting to be fed. 　　Since we could fulfill her wish before, we certainly wouldn't let her dream be shattered now. We...

She shifted her body, moving until her small mouth could reach the glans. Like a starving person suddenly
presented with a table full of delicacies, she took both glans into her mouth without hesitation. First, she
circled the ridges of the glans with her tongue, licking it until she was satisfied, then she shared the pleasure
with both of our urethral openings, teasing and licking them, then taking turns sucking on the glans. Her delicate oral skills quickly made both of our penises hard as steel bars and red
as fire sticks, the glans swelling larger and larger, the tender skin stretched smooth and shiny.

I thought my glans was already big enough, but I was secretly surprised by A-Fan's glans: it was
not only tender and thick-skinned, but also "as big as a bucket," more like a large walnut than a giant mushroom,
round and bulging, with the edges of the ridges slightly upturned. When it was put into Atao's mouth, it actually made
her cheeks puff up. No wonder Atao lingered on it for much longer than I did, and her expression
was even more intoxicated when she licked it.

I let Atao lick it a little longer, but seeing that she couldn't keep up, I moved to another spot to avoid competing with Afan for attention,
leaving him to enjoy himself alone, his cherry-like mouth all to himself. I stood by the bed, grabbing Atao's elastic
waistband and pulling it down in one go, inside and out. In her haste, she didn't forget to thrust her buttocks forward to accommodate me, so that I could easily
strip her naked. Then, she changed her tactics again. Her right hand held Afan's penis,
stroking it while swallowing and spitting out the glans like she was kowtowing, while her left hand held his scrotum, playing with the two testicles
between her fingers.

Gazing at Atao's beautiful figure, I couldn't help but whistle. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, large where they should be, and small where they should be.
Between her ample breasts and full hips was a wasp waist that could be grasped with a finger; where her snow-white, smooth thighs met, lay a ripe,
full peach. Her breasts and buttocks, smooth and creamy, had captivated me just days before, yet now she was
at my mercy.

I lifted her legs and placed them on the bed, then squatted down and spread her thighs apart, whistling again
. Her plump, white vulva, except for a few tufts of tender, baby-
hair-like pubic hair on her mons pubis, was sparsely covered, almost individual strands. For someone like me
who loves "little white tigers," this rare find, so
different from Ah Zhen's thick black forest, made me forget about admiring it any longer. I buried my head and started licking it vigorously with my tongue.

The feeling of my tongue touching her labia minora was amazing! I licked the left side and then the right, making a "slurp
" sound in my mouth, before pulling the tender skin outwards and letting it bounce back. With each bounce, Ah Tao
's buttocks arched, and after a few arches, her labia minora were hard and couldn't bounce anymore, stiff and
spreading open like flower petals. I then turned to licking the inside of her vulva, from the perineum to the clitoris, and then back from the clitoris to the perineum. Gradually,
I felt something hard protruding at the junction of the labia minora, its slippery tip rubbing against my tongue
, enticing me to focus all my attention on it, and I couldn't help but linger there.

The more I licked, the higher it stood erect. I simply put it in my mouth and sucked on it, like savoring a small
red bean in an ice cream cone. I wouldn't swallow it until I fully tasted it. With my sucking, her vulva
twitched, and the sticky, lustful fluid that flowed from her vagina soaked my chin. If I moved away slightly,
several glistening strands of fluid would stretch between my chin and vagina.

I used the tip of my tongue to smear the fluid all over her vulva, covering both her erect labia and delicate clitoris
with it, making them slippery and glistening. Atao's buttocks shifted restlessly on the bed
, as if nowhere was a good place to rest, while her labia minora, spread wide open, resembled a young girl's outstretched
arms, welcoming her lover who was rushing towards her, wanting to hold him tightly in her embrace.

I straightened up, placed my hands on her knees, and thrust my hips forward. With a "squeak," my already
pent-up penis slid in completely—no, it slid in without any resistance. She
immediately opened her mouth in satisfaction and cried out, "Oh!" but her mouth was immediately filled by A-Fan's penis, and she could
n't make a sound, only letting out low moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." from her nostrils.

Before my eyes, I could only see my veiny penis moving in and out of her plump, white vulva with ease as I thrust
my hips. The vaginal fluid leaking from between her slits was fully absorbed by my pubic hair, and only after it was saturated did it flow down my scrotum. The tender
skin of her vaginal opening was pulled in and out by my penis, causing her labia minora to tremble, while her labia minora pulled on the tubular foreskin of her clitoris
. As the clitoris was stroked up and down, the little red clitoris would peek out and retract, being rubbed until it was covered with red threads.

I closed my eyes and thrust in and out over a hundred times, feeling incredibly comfortable. I simply lay on top of her, my hands under her armpits, gripping her
shoulders, and continued thrusting. Her body, no longer having any momentum, arched her back, enduring each of my
impacts with a series of loud "thud," "thud" sounds. Her two large breasts pressed against my chest
, warm and soft. Ah Fan was doing the same thing as me, except this time
she was being penetrated by her mouth. She didn't even have time to swallow her saliva; it all dribbled down her cheeks.

After thrusting like this for a while, I finally flipped her over, assuming a "lotus position" with
her straddling me. With this sudden, unexpected movement, Ah Fan's penis was flung
out of her mouth. He had no choice but to stand up, lift his penis, and bring the glans back to her lips. Ah Tao quickly put it back in her mouth
, as if she couldn't bear to leave it for even a moment. Then,

she began to move her hips up and down, stroking my penis. She was incredibly busy at this moment, juggling sucking Ah Fan's large glans with stroking my
penis. Although she sometimes couldn't manage one thing at a time, judging from her wantonness and apparent enjoyment, it was clear she was truly having
a great time. Her body rose and fell, her breasts swaying up and down. Seeing this, Ah Fan and I,
of course, couldn't resist taking turns supporting her breasts, holding them firmly, and then gently kneading and rubbing them.

Seeing that she was overwhelmed, I helped her, supporting her plump buttocks with both hands and thrusting my penis upwards with her momentum
. In less than forty or fifty thrusts, she was weak all over, drenched in sweat, and trembling uncontrollably.
She pulled Ah Fan's penis out of her mouth, tilted her head back, and cried out, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah... you two..."
" You're attacking me from both above and below... Ah... I'm about to be killed by you... Ah... I can't hold back
anymore... If you keep going... Ah... My little cunt is about to split open..." A gush of vaginal fluid suddenly gushed from her vulva, and
she immediately collapsed onto my chest, trembling endlessly.

Seeing her plump buttocks raised high, Ah Fan moved behind her, dipped his glans in her gushing
vaginal fluid, spread her buttocks apart, and forcefully thrust into her little anus. She was still in a
daze of orgasm, and it took her a while to come to her senses. She suddenly sat up and shouted, "No!... Ah Fan,
once your big glans goes in, it'll burst my anus!... If you want to fuck, I'll let you fuck my little cunt...
Hey, my place... Ah Lang has only... only been inside five or six times... I'm afraid you can't take it!" "...
While shouting, I pushed against A-Fan's waist and struggled with him.

Seeing that A-Fan was like an arrow on a bowstring and A-Tao was also in a dilemma, I said, "Okay, okay, let's turn around
, give me the back door!" A-Tao felt relieved and quickly pulled out my penis, turned around,
put her hands on my knees, pressed her anus against my glans, and sat down with her body arched. Although her anus was covered with the semen that had been released , and A-Tao had tried to relax her sphincter muscles , it was not easy for
such a large penis to be inserted into her anus as if it were a vagina . After several attempts, the glans was still sliding around at the anus, unable to enter. 　　I told A-Tao to squat and not move, rolled up the foreskin to cover the glans, and squeezed the foreskin little by little into her anus. Then I told her to sit down slowly. This time it was much easier. As the foreskin was pulled back, the glans gradually pushed into the anus, plus Atao played around with it a few more times, and the entire penis was buried in her narrow anus. Atao breathed a sigh of relief and began to lift her buttocks, squeezing my penis and moving it up and down, faster and faster. 　　Afan's penis finally had a place to hide. Seeing that I had successfully inserted my penis into Atao's anus, it was his turn to relieve the itch in her vagina. At this moment, Atao sat on my lap and stopped moving, leaning back and supporting herself with her hands on my chest. I also supported her back with my palms, waiting for her to spread her thighs wide, her open vulva facing Afan, ready to welcome the entry of his large glans. 　　Afan gently circled the glans on Atao's vulva, rubbing it against her labia minora and clitoris. When she was so comfortable that she forgot herself, he suddenly thrust it into her vagina. Atao cried out, "Oh!" She cried out in surprise, grabbing his waist and trying to push him forward, but it was too late. Her vagina had already swallowed his penis completely. Her hands, which had been grabbing him , immediately changed to holding his waist tightly, as if afraid he would pull his penis out again. 　　Ah Tao's entire body weight pressed against my lower abdomen, making it impossible for me to thrust. I could only lie quietly, letting my penis absorb the burning heat from her rectal wall. Meanwhile, I felt Ah Fan begin his attack; his walnut-sized glans moved in and out of her vagina, affecting her rectum as well. It reached... Fang stretched his rectum so hard it concave, and the glans rubbed against my penis through the thin lining. I imagined it was like a baby bottle cleaner, scrubbing inside, scraping the walls clean. 　　Atao felt like her insides were being ripped out, her moans rising in waves: "Ouch... ouch...my pussy is so tight...ouch...you've almost dried up my juices...your big glans is making me feel so numb...ouch...it feels so good...I'm dying...dying...dying...I'm about to cum..." She pulled at his waist, increasing the speed of his thrusts, then hugged him, trembling uncontrollably, her juices flowing down her perineum onto my scrotum. Afan took advantage of... He pressed his advantage, thrusting with even greater force, causing A-Tao to experience wave after wave of orgasms. 　　At this moment, all she could do was tremble, moan, and hold the man in her arms, or experience simultaneous contractions of her vaginal and anal muscles, gripping the two penises inside her with an indescribable, pleasurable sensation. Seeing A-Fan triumphant on the other side, I naturally wanted to fuel the fire on this side. While A-Tao was engrossed in her orgasms, holding A-Fan and convulsing, I no longer needed to support her back. Instead, I lifted her buttocks and, together with A-Fan, thrust into both her holes, keeping them busy. 　　A-Tao had entered a state of ecstasy, her vaginal fluids gushing out like a burst dam, unstoppable, covering the three genitals.

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