The Story of a Cuckolded Wife

Prologue

The Tale of the Adulterous Wife: The Beginning of Adultery The

afternoon at the company was incredibly dull. I stretched, loosening my slightly sore shoulders. The office was eerily
quiet; several subordinates were out running errands. Only my secretary and sales associate, Ye Min,
was chatting with a girl from another department. I've always been lenient with my subordinates; as long as the business is done, everything else is fine.

However, at this moment, my eyes were fixed on Ye Min's small, stockinged feet. Her desk was angled towards me,
allowing me to see her posture. Ye Min was half-leaning on the desk, whispering to the girl.
Her legs, encased in a dark orange skirt, were covered by light gray, thin, sheer stockings—they looked like pantyhose.

She was wearing a pair of black, high-heeled sandals, one of which was dangling from her toe, swinging back and forth. After a few
swishes, the sandal finally slipped off her stockinged toe. They seemed engrossed in their conversation and hadn't noticed the shoe; she only slightly
wiggled her toes. Ye Min's stockinged feet were small and slender, exactly my type. Although
I often saw scenes like this, I still felt a slight arousal.

I opened my computer and browsed the web, entering my email address and password—my private email account, of course. There
was an email inside, but it wasn't from my club. It contained an attachment, presumably a picture.

I downloaded and opened the photo. It was a picture of a woman's back. One leg was kneeling on a chair, the other
on the ground. Her upper body was leaning forward so much that it was obscured. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her black suit skirt was half
-lifted, pulling her flesh-colored stockings and panties down to her calves. Her vulva and buttocks were completely hidden by the skirt.
The leg kneeling on the chair was barefoot, probably because it had fallen off, as I could see that the foot standing on the ground was wearing a black
high heel.

Her stockinged feet were quite beautiful, more textured than Ye Min's, almost comparable to my wife's
. I wondered if they had the same fleshy feel as my wife's. Several times during sex, I used her feet to stimulate my penis, and I
always ejaculated prematurely.

I admired it for a while, then became a little curious. Who sent me this picture? It must be a member of the club
, because this email address was specifically used to contact the club. As for why I joined the club, and
what kind of club it was, that goes back to the past.

My wife, Lin Ying, and I work at the same company. We started dating shortly after joining. In the
beginning, we were inevitably too intimate, and in a moment of carelessness, we got pregnant. By the time we realized it, it was too late, so we had to get married. Fortunately,
our relationship was already stable, so it was a natural progression. And, as a bonus, we moved into
one of the company's first batch of apartments – a two-bedroom, one-living-room unit. Our careers have also been
going well. Now, our son, Xiao Zhi, is in the second year of junior high school, and my wife, Lin Ying, is now the deputy director of finance at our company. Everything is going smoothly.

However, our lives have changed a bit. Due to the company's expansion, her workload has increased, and she
often has to travel to branch offices in other cities for accounting. This often leaves me sexually frustrated, so I turn to the internet for stimulation, mostly
erotic novels and pictures. When I have the chance to make love with my wife, I fantasize about these scenarios to increase the excitement
.

My wife knows my predicament and tries to give us more opportunities to be together. She's bought me lots of sexy lingerie and stockings
. Every time we're together, she wears my favorite stockings and lingerie. Even though my wife is 34, because
she had children early, her figure recovered exceptionally well. She's quite thin, only her breasts and buttocks are a bit bigger than before—isn't that
even better?

As Xiaozhi grows up, my wife and I have even fewer opportunities, so I have to masturbate to solve my problem.
One day, by chance, I came across stockings belonging to a woman other than my wife.

(ii. The Tale of the Adulterous Wife: Sexual Nature is

Lustful) My wife, Lin Ying, is going on a business trip out of town. My son, Xiaozhi, is on summer vacation, so my wife decided to take him with her and
let him go out to play, leaving me alone at home.

After two days, the house was a complete mess. Thinking that my wife wouldn't be back for a while, I had a sudden idea. I called
a housekeeping service and booked a part-time cleaner to come and clean the house. I didn't have any special
requirements, just that she be quick.

The action was swift; less than ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a woman standing there, probably
a few years older than my wife, but her clothes didn't look like those of a cleaner.

She introduced herself, confirming she was indeed there to help, but wearing a skirt wouldn't be convenient for cleaning. As we talked,
she produced a rather worn tracksuit and shoes, all ready. I led her to my son's room and had her close the door
to change.

After a few words, I learned she was a recently laid-off factory worker, only two years older than my wife, and fairly presentable. She
could probably make a living selling her body, of course.

She worked quickly, clearly used to housework. She mentioned her husband had also been laid off and now drove
a taxi. I made some polite remarks and slipped into my son's room to go online.

With a stranger in the house, I didn't dare open any pornographic images. After reading a novel for a while, I caught a glimpse of her clothes
folded on the sofa, next to a pile of stockings. A strange excitement surged within me.

After several internal struggles, I finally picked up the stockings. They were two mid-calf stockings, the toes already
slightly yellowed. This was the first time I'd ever seen stockings belonging to a woman other than my wife. I gave them a light sniff; I couldn't quite place
the scent. My penis was already rock hard, desperately needing release, but at that moment I lacked the courage to rape her. I only
knew these stockings would help me relieve my lust.

I saw the maid had almost finished tidying the living room, so I stood up and pretended to make a phone call, telling her
I had to leave urgently. She understood and quickly went into her room to change. I gave her fifty yuan,
more than I'd expected, and she left happily, even leaving her phone number. She must have been in such a hurry that she didn't even
notice the stockings were gone.

I closed the door, let out a long sigh of relief—I'd finally succeeded. I turned on the computer, opened some erotic pictures, and put one
stocking over my erect penis. I slowly moved it up and down, the slightly hardened tip of the stocking stimulating my glans. I
inhaled the other stocking intensely, and after a dozen or so strokes, I ejaculated. The semen was quite thick. I masturbated a few more times...
The stockings were covered in semen.

It was a rare and pleasurable experience. Thinking back to the female worker's figure, she was probably voluptuous. I didn't get a good look at her
feet. I used the remaining stocking that night, and reluctantly
threw the semen-soaked stocking into the trash.

This experience completely ruined my obsession with stockings and feet. My wife's stockings, while sexy,
didn't provide the same intense pleasure. I needed the stimulation of different women's stockings. I wanted to steal a couple of stockings from my friend's wife
, but that was practically impossible; I could only feast my eyes.

My wife and son were coming back the day after tomorrow. I made a snap decision and called the female worker again, asking
her to come and clean the room. But I was prepared; I borrowed a video camera from a friend, hid it in a box, and secretly filmed her
changing clothes.

The housekeeper arrived quickly, just like last time, and still brought a change of clothes. I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings
, which was quite disappointing. I wondered if it was because her stockings were lost last time. Luckily, I had secretly filmed her changing.

She changed in a few minutes and started cleaning, chatting with me as she did so. I only asked her
to finish cleaning the living room, which she was happy to do. As she left, she asked when I needed her next time. I just wanted to say, "Next time, you
absolutely must wear stockings."

I plugged in the camera, and the footage of the housekeeper changing appeared on the TV. I was a little excited. She immediately
took off her shirt, revealing a white bra that covered her very large breasts. Then she took off her pants, revealing boxer
shorts—not sexy at all, far inferior to my wife's. It was a real disappointment; only her large breasts were worth looking at
. I watched it several times, feeling extremely disappointed.

My wife and son are back. Xiao Zhi had a great time, and my wife's work went smoothly. I'm feeling down.
My wife told me her cousin is coming to visit us from abroad, probably soon. I

took

a day off to pick up my wife's cousin at the airport. I vaguely remembered him coming to our wedding, but I
couldn't quite recall what he looked like. I only remembered he wasn't very old, so I just went by instinct.

People were starting to come out. Normally, there aren't many people coming to our area at this time. I was diligently
searching for clues when I suddenly heard someone call me Xiao Yang.

I turned around, and there he was—my wife's cousin! I remembered his appearance immediately. He was dressed like a Hawaiian,
wearing white-rimmed glasses, and smiling—like a Hawaiian version of a KFC uncle, but younger. I quickly took
his luggage and pulled him to hail a taxi.

On the way, I chatted with my cousin about our recent situations. In my mind, he was married abroad, and his wife was
a foreigner. But when I asked, I learned he'd divorced a few years ago and now lives alone.

He said he was happier, his life was very colorful, and then he whispered a few amusing
anecdotes about his love life, which made me quite envious. I couldn't help but ask a few more questions, and my cousin laughed at me for being so lustful. I sighed, "What
man isn't lustful?" My cousin was surprised that I had a good wife and wasn't satisfied. I couldn't help but complain a bit
, and he blinked and didn't say anything more.

The car quickly arrived at my house. My wife came downstairs to greet me. Seeing my cousin, she chattered and laughed non-stop, like she was back in
her teenage years. My cousin also seemed to like Xiao Zhi very much; he took the new handheld game console he'd given him and ran out
to show it off.

My wife went into the kitchen to cook, while my cousin and I sat in Xiaozhi's room chatting. My cousin praised my wife's
figure, telling me not to waste it. However, I also noticed that my cousin kept looking at my wife, and
it seemed he was looking at her private parts. Could it be...?

I asked my cousin about his ex-wife. He took out his mobile phone from his travel bag and pulled up a
photo of himself and his wife. It turned out his ex-wife was much younger than him, a stunning beauty with long hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a red
cheongsam, and perhaps because of her height, the slit reached her waist,
clearly showing her entire thigh, including the black lace stockings at the top of her thighs and red high heels. It was enough to make one's blood
rush.

I kept praising my cousin's ex-wife's figure, but my cousin remained noncommittal, asking me what I admired most. I
bluntly said it was her thighs, especially with the stockings—they were simply irresistible. My cousin pointed to my wife's legs, implying they were
also very good. I smiled, agreeing.

Suddenly, my cousin lowered his voice and asked if I wanted to make a bet. The stakes were $500, a considerable sum. I
quickly asked what the bet was, and he said it was my wife's underwear.

I was a little confused, so he explained that it was the underwear my wife was wearing that day and what style it was. He would guess, and
if I guessed correctly, I would lose; if I guessed wrong, I would get $500. However, it had to be the same underwear she wore that day, so
there had to be some marks on it.

I readily agreed, feeling incredibly excited, not because of the money, but because betting with my wife's underwear was an indescribably
perverse thrill. I was also certain that my cousin had ulterior motives towards my wife.

A series of unprecedented fantasies and thrills surrounded me. The meal was barely touched, while my wife chatted
happily with my cousin. My cousin seemed to be enjoying himself, frequently patting and touching my wife's stockinged legs. My wife didn't seem to care, thinking he thought
she was a child. I felt a pang of jealousy; after all, she's my wife. Her underwear was one thing—I've stolen women
's stockings before—but I couldn't accept someone touching her body inappropriately.

After dinner, my cousin asked Xiaozhi to take him for a walk, promising to buy him a new game. The boy was overjoyed and wanted to
leave immediately, but my cousin pulled him back. My wife told our son not to waste my cousin's money. My cousin winked at me; that old
lecher was definitely reminding me he wanted to take my wife's underwear.

My wife went into the kitchen to start clearing the dishes. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She laughed and tried to
avoid me. I said, "Since your uncle and son are out, why don't we make love first?"

My wife said, "Don't be silly, it'll be awkward if your uncle comes back."

I said, "He needs to buy a game for Xiaozhi, it'll take at least an hour, and there's a night market over there."

While we were talking, my hand had already slipped inside my wife's skirt, caressing her buttocks through her stockings and panties, gradually
moving between her legs.

My wife was aroused by what I was doing, and knowing I'd been a bit repressed lately, she pressed her body against mine.
He whispered, "Time's too tight, let's talk about it tonight. Let's just touch and play around now."

I said, "Xiao Zhi's sleeping with us tonight, when will we have a chance?" I felt a little deflated.

Seeing my displeasure, my wife quickly agreed and even reached into my pants, grasping my already
somewhat erect penis. I pulled her up and kissed her, squeezing and kneading her breasts. "Can't I go inside?" she reluctantly
asked. I pulled her to the living room and pressed her down on the sofa.

My wife's breathing became rapid as she hugged me. I unbuttoned her outer garment, pulled up her bra, and bit her
left breast. My hands weren't idle either; I lifted her skirt and stroked her stockinged legs. Today, she was only
wearing ordinary flesh-colored stockings, but her panties were my favorite lace-trimmed ones, white, with a small patch of pubic
hair clearly visible through the lace.

My wife's tongue intertwined tightly with mine. She helped me unzip my pants, letting my penis
breathe, and gently stroked it. Unfortunately, my wife doesn't like oral sex, so I've only enjoyed it a few times,
and it seems today will be no exception.

My hand pressed against my wife's vulva; I could feel its warmth even through her stockings and panties. I gently
rubbed the bulge, and my wife's body began to writhe.

"Stop it, time's tight, come in..." my wife said, her face flushed, so damn cute
.

I pulled the stockings and panties down her legs. My wife was truly aroused; her vulva was overflowing with juices,
sticky strands of fluid appearing, and many marks were left on her panties.

"Don't look..." my wife wrapped her arms around my neck.

I aimed my penis at her vulva and slowly inserted it. The lubrication from her fluids allowed me to thrust all the way in. My wife let out a soft moan.
I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then forcefully thrust downwards into her vulva.

The thought of betting with my cousin about my wife's underwear fueled my perverse stimulation, making me speed up. My wife quickly
became overwhelmed, begging me to be gentler. Her legs were tightly curled up against her chest. I buried my face in her
stockinged feet, inhaling their scent, and thrust deeply several times. My wife let out a loud "oh," her vagina
contracting, releasing a gush of fluid—an orgasm.

My wife's orgasms were always quick, so I slowed down. She gasped for breath, her hair soaked with sweat
, her face flushed.

"Honey, are you about to cum?" she whispered.

I shook my head and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Her moans grew louder; the stimulation from her vagina after the orgasm was intensifying
. She covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her moans. I pulled out my penis, and my wife straightened her
legs.

I gestured for my wife to change positions, having her kneel on the sofa, supporting her body with her hands. I penetrated her from behind
, supporting her shoulders, feeling a greater depth than before. The thrusting brought out more of her vaginal fluid
. I watched my wife's full buttocks, slightly upturned, welcoming my penis. I thrust in and out
nearly a hundred times in one go, until my wife's hands gave way and she collapsed onto the sofa.

Still wanting more, I noticed her vagina was somewhat red and swollen, and prepared to stop. My wife, however, struggled to sit
up. Seeing that I still had the energy and was a little overwhelmed, I hugged her and said, "That's enough." She gently grasped my penis
, opened her mouth, and took it in.

It had been so long since I'd enjoyed oral sex. I felt my wife's tongue swirling around the head of my penis,
stimulating me. Then she began to suck and swallow hard. I stood in front of the sofa, eyes closed
, enjoying my wife's mouth. I held her head, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper, causing her to make soft moaning
sounds.

"Honey, don't ejaculate in my mouth," she said, spitting out my penis.

I nodded, and she resumed her sucking. I felt the stimulation building up on my glans. Looking down, I saw my wife
kneeling on the sofa, head bowed, her hands guiding my penis as she sucked and swallowed, her breasts swaying. I played with
her nipples. She barely managed to look up at me; her wanton appearance almost made me ejaculate. If only my wife
could be even more wanton.

I felt my penis throb a few times, quickly pulled it out of my wife's mouth, and gently laid her down
, pressing her stockinged legs apart with my hands. I thrust my penis back into her vagina, pumping rapidly.

I heard my wife moan a few times before I ejaculated.

"So hot...husband..." My wife hugged me, and we kissed a few more times. Suddenly, we heard our son, Xiaozhi,
laughing.

My wife quickly pulled down her bra, put on her stockings and panties, and walked to the door while tidying her clothes.
I put on my pants and saw my cousin leading my son into the house. My

cousin was obviously a shrewd man; he glanced at my wife and knew I had made my move. He
winked at me and went into Xiaozhi's room with him.

I held my wife's hand, but she didn't go change her clothes. I said softly, and she gave me a fake angry look
before going to change and take a shower. I told Xiaozhi to get ready for bed; he had school the next morning.

The Legend of the Adulterous Wife: Desire is Hard to Suppress

Watching my wife come out of the shower and take the opportunity to make the bed in the bedroom, I quickly went into the bathroom, closed the door, opened
the washing machine lid, and found my wife's underwear and stockings. Sure enough, they were under her clothes.

I turned the underwear inside out; the area around her vulva was covered in marks, and there were even traces of my semen, definitely from her vulva.
Some of the fluid wasn't completely dry. I grabbed a paper bag,
put my wife's stockings and underwear inside, and left the bathroom to tell Xiaozhi to take a shower.

After my wife settled our son down to sleep, I told her to go to bed first, and I'd go chat with my cousin. My wife
was also very tired today. After saying goodbye to my cousin, she went back to her bedroom. My cousin was sleeping in our son Xiaozhi
's room.

When my cousin saw me come in with the paper bag, he smiled slightly, closed the door, and then took out $500. I
was stunned. Wasn't this a bet? Wouldn't that make it seem like I sold my wife's underwear to my cousin for $500
? But I still gave the paper bag to my cousin.

Seeing my bewildered expression, my cousin asked if the sex with my wife this time was particularly exciting. I admitted it was
more thrilling than usual, and then I realized it was the perverse pleasure I was getting from giving him my wife's underwear.
My cousin patted me and said that many people abroad exchange nude photos or underwear of their wives online, simply
to satisfy their own pleasure and excitement, imagining what others would do with their wives' belongings—it's indescribably
stimulating.

I nodded in agreement. At this moment, my cousin took out the underwear from the paper bag and admired it. "It's really fresh!"
my cousin said with a smile. Of course, there are still wet spots! I thought.

My cousin put the underwear and stockings on the bed and went to change and take a shower. I returned to the bedroom; my wife and
son were already asleep. I put away the US dollars and sat in front of the computer, browsing aimlessly while recalling
the feeling of having sex with my wife.

I heard my cousin leave the bathroom and enter the room, closing the door. I went out to check, my mind filled with thoughts of
what my cousin would do with my wife's underwear—masturbate? Or something else? I suddenly understood the kind of stimulation my cousin had described earlier.
It was a stimulation of jealousy and possessiveness. After all, these were my wife's intimate items, and now another man was
playing with them. I couldn't help but fantasize about how he would play with them. I breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, I dreamt of making love to my wife passionately, with many people watching. My wife
was moaning lasciviously, and I was thrusting into her forcefully, until my son woke me up in the morning.

For the next few days, my cousin had to talk business and come home very late. Often, my wife and son were already asleep
, and I would wait until he had showered and gone into the room before locking the doors and windows to sleep.

The crucial thing was that I also discovered that after my cousin showered, my wife's underwear and stockings that she had worn that day would disappear,
only to reappear in the washing machine the next day. This stimulation made me unbearably lustful. My cousin was using my wife's underwear to vent his desire,
while I couldn't find a chance to make love to my wife.

Finally, one night after my cousin returned to his room, I went to the bathroom and found a pair of stockings my wife had worn. I put them
on my penis and masturbated to release my pent-up desire. While fantasizing about my wife's panties on my cousin's penis, I vigorously stroked it
. My semen finally ejaculated through the stockings, and it felt even more stimulating than when I used the factory worker's stockings.

Unconsciously, I became increasingly addicted to the stimulation my cousin felt from using
my wife's panties, especially when fantasizing. I couldn't help but masturbate, and it only felt good with my wife's stockings. Sometimes I even wanted to see
how my cousin used my wife's panties and stockings. If my cousin hadn't divorced, I could have enjoyed his wife's stockings and
panties too, but alas.

Before the weekend, my cousin finally finished his business deal and prepared to go back. He said he wanted to treat
us to a lavish abalone feast to thank us. I think my cousin should be thanking my wife's panties and stockings for keeping him company through
so many nights.

I don't know if my uncle was really doing well in business, but he ordered a lot of dishes and two extremely expensive bottles of red
wine, letting our whole family eat to our hearts' content. Although I often attend client banquets, I've only had the chance
to drink this kind of red wine once before. My wife, who doesn't drink much, was persuaded by my uncle and me to have four or five glasses, her face flushed
. Even Xiao Zhi insisted on having a small glass.

After dinner, we went to a karaoke bar and got a private room. Fueled by the alcohol, my uncle, wife, and I sang
until we were completely drunk, and even finished the leftover bottle of red wine from dinner. Later, my uncle's face was so red it looked like he had bled,
I was dizzy, my wife vomited once, and my son Xiao Zhi had already fallen asleep on the sofa. I carried Xiao
Zhi, and my uncle half-supported, half-carried my wife, as we took a taxi home. It was already past midnight.

Once inside, I carried Xiaozhi into the small bedroom. As I turned around, my cousin had already helped his wife into the bedroom. I saw
him slowly unbuttoning his wife's coat, and I felt uneasy. Feeling dizzy and unsure what to say, I
sat down on the edge of the bed. My cousin looked at me, then removed his wife's shirt. She was completely unaware
, revealing a black silk bra tightly wrapped around her breasts, making them appear very round and full.

My cousin rummaged through his travel bag for a while and pulled out a digital camera. He wanted to take pictures of my wife's sleeping posture.
I was about to ask him about it when he told me to keep it for later enjoyment. At his suggestion, I also
took off my wife's skirt suit. Underneath, she was wearing ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings, the kind without a crotch, and
on top, black silk panties that matched her bra. She was also wearing purple strappy high-heeled sandals.

My wife, lying flat on the bed in only her underwear and stockings, looked somewhat lewd. My cousin
spread her legs apart on the bed, exposing her vulva as much as possible, covered by her panties. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol
, but my wife's vulva was probably very moist, as her panties were tightly embedded in her vulva, outlining its shape.

My cousin's strange hand had already touched my wife's breasts. "I didn't expect Xiaoying to still have such
a good figure after giving birth, it's really rare!" My cousin said with a smile while kneading my wife's breasts, and even asked if I had anyone
to breastfeed Xiaozhi.

I really couldn't hold back and said, "Uncle, aren't you going a bit too far? You've seen my wife completely, played with
her underwear, and now you want to touch her body. Even $5,000 wouldn't be enough!"

Although the scene in front of me was very stimulating, and my lower body was obviously erect, I still couldn't accept that my
wife was being played with by someone else.

My cousin smiled, took out his mobile phone and pulled out a miniature CD. "Use your computer
to take a look, this is where the real fun is." He handed it to me.

It was the first time I had seen such a small CD. I reluctantly put it into the CD drive and opened it. There were nearly a hundred photos.
My cousin stood behind me. "These kinds of social gatherings are common abroad, at home or
among friends." My gaze was drawn to the screen. The photo of my cousin and his ex-wife was just the
first one. Next, several burly men, some black and white, surrounded my cousin's ex-wife, their large penises resembling masturbators
.

Although I'd seen some group sex pictures, none were as close or realistic as this. Her tight cheongsam
was quickly undone, hanging only at her waist. My cousin's ex-wife's large breasts were being held, almost invisible,
and three huge penises were waiting for her to swallow them.

"Maybe you can't accept it yet, but once you try it, you'll find it impossible to escape, especially when you're so eager to
insert your cock into your lover's cunt, but have to wait until someone else is done with it, that feeling is just fucking."
My uncle's voice was like telling a story, and I felt somewhat like I was there.

“My wife only went to this party once, but now she can’t live without it. Sometimes she goes alone, and I enjoy it too
, but she’s getting old and her health isn’t what it used to be,” my uncle said, turning back to sit on the edge of the bed. “We’re divorced, and I
still go to see her occasionally, but seeing Xiaoying this time gave me an incredibly strong feeling. These past few nights I
’ve been smelling her panties every night, like when we were young.”

I continued flipping through the photos one by one, the scenes becoming increasingly chaotic. My uncle would occasionally appear to have his ex-wife
perform oral sex, but the rest of the time they were probably taking pictures. I flipped to a photo of her squatting on a black man’s lap, his huge penis
inserted into her vagina, almost stretching the opening open. She had a white penis in her mouth, and her hands were stroking two other
huge penises. Her cheongsam was nowhere to be seen, and her breasts were being squeezed by two different hands.

My penis was already out of control, I felt a surge of pleasure as I was about to ejaculate. Turning around, I saw my uncle had already
removed my wife's bra, one hand gripping one breast, greedily licking her nipple. Normally, only I
would caress my wife's breasts; seeing him fondling them filled me with intense jealousy and a perverse pleasure
. "Use my camera, so you can savor it later,"

my uncle said

, handing me his digital camera. He
then took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of baggy shorts, revealing a bulge in the front.

"Uncle, what if Xiaoying wakes up? It'll be troublesome. Let's just stop," I couldn't help but say. Although I was already
intoxicated by the alcohol and the stimulation, I still knew my limits. My wife and I were usually fine; we were very proper at work.
If she suddenly woke up, the situation would be unimaginable.

As he spoke, my wife stirred slightly, turning her head to the side. She was still quite drunk and not fully sober, which
made the old lecher nervous. He quickly reached into his travel bag and grabbed an eye mask, still containing an opaque blue
liquid. "This is for airplanes; it's cooling and has a calming and hypnotic effect. Put it on her
." The old man certainly had a lot of new stuff.

I put the eye mask over my wife's eyes. "Tie her hands up too." My cousin tossed me his tie.
I felt like I was filming a sadomasochistic movie, with my wife as the lead. I wrapped the tie around the headboard railing
a few times before tying both ends to my wife's hands. I didn't tie it too tightly, afraid it would hurt; she
wouldn't notice unless she struggled.

Now, my wife lay on her side on the bed, her hands bound above her head, the eye mask on, her full breasts erect
, wearing only stockings and underwear, her stockinged legs spread apart.

My lecherous uncle was straddling my wife's legs, rubbing her clitoris through her panties. "It's wet now
," he said. He'd completely lost his composure, becoming a perverted old lecher. I saw that my wife's panties
were soaked with her vaginal fluids, and I recklessly snapped a few close-up shots of her vulva.

I took a few more pictures of my wife's wanton poses. My lower body was already aching, so I took off my clothes, leaving only
my panties. For the first time, I felt an overwhelming urge to make love to my wife. My uncle pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her
wet vulva, which felt incredibly good. He then inserted his fingers into my wife's vulva, gently stirring them.

"Not bad, it's completely wet. Even watching porn makes you aroused," my uncle said with a lewd grin.

The stimulation before my eyes, combined with the effects of the alcohol, pounded against my head. I masturbated
, thinking of kicking that old lecher away and then making love wildly with my lovely wife. My cousin withdrew
his fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid, and several strands of vaginal fluid even extended from her vulva.

"Not bad, smack smack..." The old lecher licked the fluid off his fingers in a perverted manner.

"I'm going to have it, cousin." I had no more interest in taking pictures; I was eager to insert myself into my wife's warm, wet
vulva.

"Young man, can't wait any longer?" My cousin slowly pulled down my wife's panties,
completely exposing her vulva through the crotch of her stockings.

"What a natural vulva, wonderful!" My cousin gently pinched the labia of her vulva and pulled them apart, revealing
the small hole in the middle of her vulva, and below that, an even smaller hole, which I knew was the urethra. "You've been married for
over ten years, and Xiaoying's vulva is still this color. Looks like you haven't used it much."

My cousin carefully admired my wife's vulva, and perhaps because her vulva was being stimulated, my wife
let out a soft moan.

"Just bear with it a little longer, let me enjoy it a little longer." My cousin had already taken the initiative, actually making me, the legitimate
husband, wait.

I took a few photos and then sat in front of the computer looking at some pictures. My penis was throbbing unbearably. I watched as my cousin
took off one of my wife's high-heeled sandals from her stockinged feet, gently smelled her stockinged feet, and then stuck out his tongue
to lick from the toes, the soles, the ankles, and up her calves until the stockings were soaked.

The old lecher licked all the way to my wife's inner thighs, then used his hands to spread her vulva open, his tongue flying up and down inside
, even probing into the small hole of my wife's vulva. Watching this scene, the jealous pleasure stimulated me, making me extremely nostalgic for
the feeling of my wife's vulva enveloping my penis. I also deeply understood why there is a saying that wife-swapping can intensify
the desire between husband and wife.

My cousin took off his shorts, and his erect penis was thick and powerful, which was extremely disproportionate to his age, only slightly short
. Maybe that's why that woman ran away, but looking at the guys in the picture, their penises were almost
twice the size of the old lecher's. I couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

"I'll go first. I've been wanting to taste this niece for ages." My uncle slowly
inserted his oily, dark penis into my wife's cunt. I cried out in protest, my wife being taken advantage of by this old lecher.

My uncle hoisted my wife's stockinged legs onto his shoulders, knelt on the bed, and thrust forcefully into her cunt
. I stood behind him, seeing for the first time another man's penis inside my wife's cunt, with each thrust...
My drooping scrotum, containing two round eggs, pounded against my wife's vulva.

Unable to contain my sexual urges any longer, I rolled onto the bed, grabbed my wife's breasts with one hand, and stroked my
erect penis with the other. Perhaps from the stimulation of her vulva, my wife moaned softly, her breasts swaying
. I then grabbed her chin, forcing her mouth open, and inserted my penis.

The head of my penis lightly brushed against her tongue, feeling incredibly pleasurable. Her breathing became labored, causing her to
whimper. Afraid she would wake up, I pulled out my penis, and saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth
. Fortunately, she only groaned a few times before I put my penis back into her mouth.

At this moment, my cousin began to breathe heavily. "Xiaoying's cunt is really something, gripping me so tightly,
much better than those European and American women."

Seeing that he had already thrust in and out about a hundred times, I was a little worried. "Cousin, don't ejaculate inside, that would be troublesome
."

I didn't want another cheap son.

"I, I've already had a tubal ligation, don't worry, oh..." My cousin thrust hard twice.

My wife also let out an "oh" and her body began to twist. Did she feel it? "Husband, don't do that to me
... oh... my head hurts so much..."

My wife whispered a few words, and I didn't dare to make a sound. My cousin was half-lying on my wife, not
daring to breathe.

It seemed that my wife was really hungover, completely unaware that her hands were tied and that she couldn't see. She must have fallen into a deep
sleep. My cousin slowly pulled out his limp penis, with semen and my wife's vaginal
fluid still remaining on the glans.

My cousin and I switched positions. Seeing the pale white semen flowing from my wife's cunt, I didn't care about
anything else and thrust my penis straight into the heart of my wife's cunt.

The extreme lubrication inside her vagina, the sensation of my wife's love juice mixed with my cousin's semen,
intensified my jealousy. I thrust my penis in and out forcefully, grabbing my wife's stockinged ankles to stretch her vagina even
wider.

My wife moaned repeatedly under my stimulation, refusing to get up despite my thrusting. After several
dozen more thrusts, she begged me to be gentler, saying my movements were giving her a terrible headache. I quickly slowed my thrusting,
and she gradually calmed down.

My cousin untied the tie binding my wife's hands, and seeing that she was unresponsive again, he boldly copied me, shoving his
semi-erect penis into her mouth. In a daze, my wife gently swallowed and released his penis, but
after a few licks, she stopped moving.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If my wife were sober, she would definitely feel two penises touching her. Fortunately, she was drunk
. The continuous stimulation had brought me to my climax. I thrust a few more times, then quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina,
spraying semen onto her stockings and even onto her lower abdomen.

I was already feeling dizzy. I saw my cousin still playing with my wife's breasts, but just looking at his limp
penis, I knew he couldn't go on again. I wanted to help my wife put on her pajamas, but my cousin made me hold
her and support her legs with my hands. My

wife leaned softly against me, her legs spread apart and resting on my arms. Semen and vaginal fluid
flowed continuously from her vagina. My cousin took the opportunity to film this lewd scene. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I covered my wife's body with a blanket
and fell asleep beside her.

When my wife woke me up, it was almost noon. Judging from her expression, she seemed completely unaware of anything. Then she
scolded me for letting Xiao Zhi sleep with my cousin. I laughed and said I really wanted to sleep with you, but before I could finish, she pinched my nose and
said I was taking advantage of her while she was drunk.

My son came in to call me, and my wife quickly went out to greet my cousin, asking him to bring back some local specialties. I thought to myself, "I've already
let him use you, what else do I need to bring?"

My cousin saw me and immediately laughed, asking if I was taking advantage of her while drunk. My wife's face immediately turned red, and she complained
, "Look at me! I think you're the one who took advantage of my wife while drunk!" She kept making excuses.

Before leaving, my cousin gave me a new CD, which looked like he had just made last night. I thought it contained
photos of our lewd behavior last night, so I quickly put it away, my heart pounding.

After seeing my cousin off at the airport, life seemed to return to normal, but my heart was far from at peace.
The sudden stimulation had deeply stirred my pleasure, and upon returning home, I couldn't resist visiting several
websites with group sex pictures. Compared to before, it felt utterly tasteless.

Late at night, after my son and wife had fallen asleep, I quietly took out the CD my cousin had given me. Inside was
a cash check for $3,000. What was it? I saw text on the CD; it was
a letter my cousin had left for me. The letter

read: "The Story of My Adulterous Wife: Sexual Transmigration.

" In the letter, my cousin said he was very happy to have had that experience with me. The money was for me to buy more sex toys and lingerie
for my wife. He also said that the real pleasure and more
excitement came when my wife was being shared with others. He wanted me to join such a club, hoping that next time I returned, I could enjoy my adulterous
wife with him.

Thinking back, I couldn't help but regret letting that old pervert so easily have sex with my wife. Had he tampered with her drink
?

Anyway, I couldn't resist after seeing his ex-wife's promiscuous photos. Luckily, the CD also had pictures of his ex-wife
, so it was good to satisfy my craving. Besides, his suggestion of wife-swapping was tempting; everyone wants to try other people's wives.

As for my wife, she wasn't the kind of promiscuous woman, or to put it professionally, I didn't have the method to cultivate her
promiscuous nature.

Afterwards, a few times before having sex with my wife, I showed her some group sex pictures, and she immediately stopped looking, and wouldn't
let me see them either, saying she was afraid I would corrupt our son, and even complained that I was perverted, wanting my wife to be with other men. She wouldn't even have sex anymore
.

I had to turn my attention to the internet. Although there were rumors of wife-swapping clubs in China at this time,
related websites were still very few, and some were shut down within a few days. I could only occasionally look at the pictures on that CD
to get a feel for it.

The only good thing was that I made a few online friends, and we often chatted about our experiences having sex with our wives. One of
them told me about a club in a neighboring city, but it was very secretive, and few people knew about it. He had chatted with the manager online
, so I quickly got his number and sent him a few messages. Finally, I got a reply and we arranged to chat online
.

Through chatting with the manager, I learned that because the neighboring city was quite large, there were several wife-swapping clubs. However,
this one was strictly managed, and it was mostly middle- to high-level white-collar workers. There were probably seven or eight couples participating. I figured
my wife couldn't possibly participate given the current situation, so I asked a single person. Apparently, the person there saw that I was
quite sincere and asked me to meet at a bar to discuss it in detail.

The main reason I wanted to join a wife-swapping club was to understand how husbands get their wives hooked
on swapping, to learn from their experience. As long as my wife could play with me once or twice and experience that kind of thrill, I would be
satisfied. After all, she's my wife; I wouldn't want her to be taken advantage of. Besides, as a single person, I could also
frequently play with other people's wives, which was very tempting.

Arriving at the bar on time, I saw three men sitting at the back. One of them, dressed like
the club manager I'd arranged to meet, quickly went over.

"Yang Da! It's you! It really is you!" I was startled. Was that my college nickname? Looking closer, I recognized
him as my college classmate and best friend, Yang Feng, who shared the same name. Because he was a few days younger than me, we all called
him Yang Er.

I hadn't expected Yang Er to be the founder of this club. Seeing this, the manager and the other man
left me alone with Yang Er. I felt a little embarrassed to run into a classmate.

"What, want to come with your wife too? She's not like that kind of person, too proper," Yang Er
said, taking a sip of beer.

"It's a little better with me, but definitely not with others, that's why I'm asking single people."
I figured I had a chance, after all, he was my best friend.

"Forget it, you're definitely out having fun behind your wife's back. This is safer." Yang Er
didn't give me any face at all.

"Even if it is, you don't have to be so obvious. If it's not going to work, then forget it." I simply got up and left
.

"You're getting impatient, aren't you? Fine, others need to think about it, but you've already approved." Yang Er
patted my shoulder casually. "Let's go to my place, we'll talk in detail." He then pulled me to the table to pay the bill.

In the car, I learned that after graduating, he went abroad and came into contact with similar parties. After returning to China, he secretly
started this club.

"My boss often brings his secretary to these parties. He really enjoys watching his secretary get laid." Yang
Er made a tangent.

"Isn't she his wife?" I asked.

"His wife? I doubt she'd allow it, she's already sixty." Yang Er laughed, and I nodded.

"But the advantage of having the boss attend is that the company covers most of the expenses, and they still make a profit." Yang
Er drove onto the highway.

"Are you single too? Playing around and making money, not bad at all." I was very envious.

“Who said that? My boss slept with my girl at the first party, and she’s my wife now.” Yang
Er glanced at me.

“Isn’t that frustrating?” I already knew his boss was probably an old guy.

“It’s a kind of thrill, a self-torture thrill. Besides, my secretary isn’t bad either, definitely big breasts and a perky butt
, and her oral skills are top-notch, trained by the boss.”

Our car entered a residential area.

Yang Feng’s home was located between the two cities, in a newly built community, quiet and with a nice environment. I
went up to the third floor with him and followed him into his home.

“My wife isn’t back yet, make yourself at home, I’ll get a can of beer.” Yang Er told me to sit in the living room first.
The living room was huge, over thirty square meters, and carpeted all over.

“We usually hold parties here.” Yang Er said loudly from the kitchen.

“Here’s some information for you.” Yang Er tossed me a can of beer, opened a laptop, and pulled up
the club’s information: photos of couples, men in suits, women mostly naked or only wearing
stockings, followed by the couples’ information, height, weight, preferences, etc.

“This is our boss’s secretary. She only comes when our boss is here. We’ll let you try next time.”

Yang Er pointed to a photo of a woman alone. She was wearing fishnet stockings and high heels, her hands cupping her breasts—truly lewd ,
making my lower body tremble.

“This is my wife, not bad, right?” Yang Er pointed to the screen.

I was stunned when I saw it. The woman in the photo was squatting on the sofa, her hair tied back, her breasts high and
firm. She wasn’t wearing underwear under her pantyhose, and her legs were spread wide, her vulva vaguely visible through the stockings. She
was lewd yet alluring. It was Ye Min, my secretary!

Yang Er noticed my expression. “What…you know her? Don’t tell me you’ve already slept with her
?” Yang Er asked with a lewd grin.

“Don’t talk nonsense. She’s…she’s my secretary, and she’s actually your wife.” I knew Ye Min was only 25 years old,
yet she was already married to Yang Feng and a member of the club.

“We met at a bar. She’s pretty wild. That night, one of my buddies and I slept with her, and then she
started dating me. She’s completely devoted to me. She even offered to be with our boss without a second thought, so I just married her
,” Yang Er said casually.

“Even if you say you only slept with her once, it’s fine. She’s just a woman.” Yang Er’s attitude made me a little
uneasy. I thought I wouldn’t let someone else play with my wife; playing with someone else’s was fine too.

“There are only three single members now. You’re the fourth, and probably the last. You need to
bring photos of you and your wife. She has to be naked,” Yang Er said, looking at me.

“Aren’t we single? Why do we need my wife’s?” I asked.

“The single members are all married, just like you. Their wives don’t want to come, so they signed up themselves, but they have to…”
"You can cover her face once you've submitted all the documents." Yang Er pulled up the file.

I looked at the photos and sure enough, her face was covered, and her body was naked. However, they were probably all secretly taken—
while she was changing clothes, after sleeping, etc. She didn't look older than forty.

"For safety reasons, you have to submit them. I can't help it, otherwise the other members wouldn't let you participate
." Yang Er patted my shoulder. I said it was no problem; my wife had already been with my cousin, so a nude photo
wasn't a big deal, especially since her face was covered.

"Then I'll have a chance to see your wife's body. I remember her figure was average when you got married." Yang Er
questioned my wife's attractiveness.

Now she was doing well, so I couldn't lose face and quickly praised my wife. I told Yang Er to ask his wife
.

The door opened, and Yang Feng's wife, Ye Min, returned. She took off her high heels, threw her bag aside, and then
saw me.

"Manager, you?" Ye Min clearly didn't know what to do.

"What are you?" "This is my older brother, my best friend from college. You'll have to keep him company tonight." Yang Er pretended not
to know our relationship.

Ye Min's face immediately turned red. I knew she was usually quite lively and playful at work, but I had never heard of her
having a relationship with any male colleague, and she was always very polite to me. Now, she actually...

"Stop fooling around, Yang Er. I should probably go back now." I quickly eased the awkward atmosphere, glancing sideways
at Ye Min. She was wearing a leopard-print mini-skirt with dark flesh-colored stockings, and a cropped top with cleavage faintly visible
. It would be so satisfying to touch her stockinged feet.

"Don't run away, are you sorry? You said you wanted to join the club? Ha..." Yang Er sat smugly on the sofa
.

"Manager, you?" Ye Min repeated, but this time she was referring to my joining the club.

"No wonder. Manager Lin is probably the most proper woman in the company. We don't dare to joke with her
." Ye Min suddenly relaxed, perhaps because she knew my secret, and laughed.

"It's not that exaggerated," I relaxed a bit too, "Besides, the secretary is a little slut, and I didn't even know
." I retorted.

"Honey, he said something about me, oh..." Ye Min clung to Yang Er, acting coquettishly.

"You are a little slut, Yang Da, don't leave, sleep here tonight, let's have some fun together
." This guy actually pushed his wife towards me. "

Manager, don't bully your little secretary." Ye Min already had a lewd look on her face, and she
pinched my penis hard, immediately arousing a reaction.

"Go take a shower first, change into your work clothes, your manager likes this." Yang Er was even more indulgent.

Watching Ye Min walk into the bedroom, Yang Er pressed closer, "How about it? Yang Da, brother and wife, is it
good? You should train your wife properly." "

I envy Yang Er's generosity, but do I also want my wife to become such a cuckold? I feel there's a slight difference
. I hope she's lewd in front of me, that she can go a little too far for me, but not for everyone to share. I still have to be selfish
. "

Yang Er continued chatting with me, but my thoughts drifted to Ye Min in the bedroom. Her seductive charm truly made
me unbearably itchy, and my lower body felt waves of urges.

"Manager, what are you and my husband talking about?" Ye Min came out of the bedroom, dressed in a semi-transparent
blouse, a black skirt, and my favorite light gray sheer stockings. She wore dark red open-toe high
heels.

Although it looked like her usual work attire at first glance, her breasts swayed slightly beneath the semi-transparent blouse
, her red nipples barely visible. Ye Min slowly walked up to me, pulling her skirt up. She wasn't wearing underwear
; a thin layer of black pubic hair was visible under her stockings, even the slight protrusion of her vulva.

She lifted her leg and placed it between my legs, her toes pressing against my penis, gently rubbing it. I felt a surge of electricity
, my penis instantly erect. Yang Er, standing beside me, had already removed his clothes, leaving only tight underwear covering his
bulging penis. Ye Min knelt before me, gently unbuckling my belt and pulling down my zipper. My penis, already unable to resist,
sprang out.

"Manager, yours is quite large!" Ye Min pinched my glans with two fingers and stroked it up and down. She stood up and
pressed herself close to Yang Er's chest. Our tongues intertwined, and Yang Er's large hand grasped one of her breasts, kneading it wantonly
.

Ye Min sat between Yang Er and me, still engaged in a passionate tongue battle with him. I unbuttoned her shirt
, revealing white breast supports underneath, making her breasts appear fuller and firmer, and also preventing any discomfort when playing with them.
It was inconvenient.

Yang Er lifted Ye Min's black skirt to her waist, and I lifted one of her legs onto the sofa, spreading her legs
wide apart. Her vulva was slightly open, and her vaginal fluid had already soaked a small area around her stockings.

I gently stroked her vulva with my fingers, feeling its extremely warm, moist, and soft texture. Her labia immediately parted, revealing
what looked like a small hole dripping with vaginal fluid. Ye Min then moaned softly, twisting her waist, her vulva rubbing against my fingers.

I looked at her toes peeking out from her high heels, finding her stockinged feet even more sexy. I simply took off her
high heels and gently inhaled the scent of her stockinged feet. The faint fragrance of her feet was irresistible. I licked her stockinged feet with my tongue,
especially the soles, where my tongue gently swirled.

"Ah...it's so itchy..." Ye Min's stockinged feet pulled back, but I held her ankles tightly. Yang Er also
pressed her legs down so I could continue enjoying myself, causing Ye Min to moan incessantly.

I simply pressed my penis against her stockinged feet, rubbing it back and forth, feeling the pleasure the stockings brought to my glans.

Yang Er helped Ye Min up; it seemed we were about to get down to business.

vii The Story of the Adulterous Wife: The Way of Lust

I also stood up and took off all my pants, leaving only my shirt on. Yang Er stood in front of the sofa, supporting Ye Min's head.
I sat down next to Ye Min and saw her hugging Yang Er's buttocks, gently licking his penis through her underwear with her tongue
.

I casually pinched Ye Min's nipple, feeling the softness and firmness of her breasts. Ye Min quickly freed one hand to grope...
He stroked my penis up and down.

Yang Er felt he was almost there, so he took off his underwear, lifted one leg and placed it on the sofa like Ye Min had done earlier.
Ye Min quickly leaned down and started licking from the scrotum, slowly moving upwards. I secretly thought how
wonderful it would be if my wife could do that.

Ye Min took one of Yang Er's testicles into her mouth, gently rolling her tongue around it, then spitting it out and taking the other, repeating this
process. Yang Er was clearly enjoying it, which made me very envious.

"Okay, go serve my brother," Yang Er pushed Ye Min.

She quickly bent down and opened her mouth to take my penis in. I immediately felt her submissiveness to Yang Er, and I couldn't help
but press her head down. She obediently licked down my shaft, letting me experience the same sensation as Yang Er. Her wet,
slippery tongue teased my testicles, sending waves of tingling sensations from below.

Suddenly, Ye Min started moaning with my penis in her mouth. It turned out Yang Er was stimulating her clitoris with his toes
, making her writhe. Yang Er pressed harder into her clitoris, as if trying to shove his entire foot inside.

"Ah...husband..." Ye Min cried out, spitting out my penis, her hands reaching down to hold Yang Er's
foot, panting heavily.

"It's already very slippery, isn't it?" Yang Er's foot was already covered in her vaginal fluid.

"Yes, husband, hurry up and insert it into my clitoris, please..." Ye Min
rubbed her breasts against Yang Er's thighs with a wanton expression, pleading in a lewd voice.

"Kneel on the sofa, stick your ass up." As soon as Yang Er finished speaking, Ye Min was already kneeling on the sofa with her back to us
, her hands on the backrest, her ass sticking up and swaying towards us.

Yang Er held her buttocks, pressed his hand against her vulva, and ripped it open. Ye Min cried out as her stockings were
torn open, revealing her vulva and anus. Yang Er's middle finger probed into her vulva, stirring it until Ye Min moaned incessantly
.

"Yang Da, where do you like to use? Want to try here?" Yang Er pointed to Ye Min's anus.

I saw Ye Min's anus slightly open; it seemed she was already quite skilled at anal sex. I, on the other hand
, was a complete novice. I decided to take the proper route. I also took off my clothes and walked behind Ye Min, my penis protruding forward. Ye Min
guided it into her vulva with her hand.

"Ah... Manager, no..." Ye Min cried out lewdly. Stimulated, I immediately began thrusting,
holding Ye Min's buttocks and slamming forward forcefully.

Ye Min's vagina was soft and wet, producing more lustful fluid than my wife's, but
it didn't feel as intense as when my wife's vagina tightly gripped my penis. I thrust in and out dozens of times without feeling any increased stimulation; I was only driven
mad by Ye Min's moans.

Yang Er sat on the back of the sofa, making sure Ye Min could take his penis into her mouth. Using the force of my thrusts, he pushed it deep into Ye
Min's mouth, even telling her to swallow it even deeper.

I stirred my penis back and forth inside Ye Min's vagina,
while Yang Er held her head down, her mouth almost completely silent until he pulled it out, coughing violently. It was a little heartbreaking to watch; Yang Er's penis
was covered in thick saliva.

Yang Er then made Ye Min slowly lick the saliva off his penis and the base of her thighs.

I was already exhausted from thrusting, so I pulled out my penis. Yang Er made me lie on the sofa and had Ye Min straddle me
. She slowly sat down, her vagina enveloping my penis, and moved her hips up and down.

Although I felt the stimulation gradually intensifying, Ye Min was already struggling to hold on, her eyes unfocused, her hands on my
chest. At this moment, Yang Er held her buttocks and inserted his penis into her anus. My penis immediately felt
pressure, and the stimulation became even more intense.

Ye Min also lay on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest, weakly moaning, "Husband, fuck me...fuck
me..."

Yang Er thrust his penis forcefully, and I responded with the thrusting, in and out. Under the double stimulation, Ye Min became increasingly
lewd, desperately kissing my mouth and face, "Manager husband...harder...my vagina feels so good..."

Hearing this, I tried my best to thrust deeper.

Yang Er and I kept pounding against Ye Min's vagina, and I felt the friction between my penis and Yang Er's penis approaching
its limit.

Suddenly, I felt Ye Min's vagina contract tightly, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out. She had reached her climax. She
bit my shoulder, and the sharp pain caused my penis to throb with excitement, ejaculating. It felt like it took
nearly ten thrusts before it slowly softened.

Perhaps because her anus was tight, Yang Er was also struggling to keep up, thrusting forcefully. Ye Min collapsed onto
me, moaning with Yang Er's movements, completely lost in her own world.

Yang Er was also exhausted. He thrust deeply a few more times, letting out a muffled groan, presumably ejaculating. After a
while, he pulled his penis out of Ye Min's anus.

I got up and made Ye Min lie face down on the sofa, spreading her legs. I saw the semen flowing from her anus and
the semen I had ejaculated into her vagina mixing together and flowing down, incredibly lewd, yet it gave me that same pleasure.

Although I really wanted to try Ye Min's anus, Yang Er and I were both exhausted, so we had to give up.

So the three of them got onto the big bed together, sandwiching Ye Min between them, fondling her breasts and buttocks.

"This is really interesting... I'm being fucked by two husbands at the same time... Two Yang Fengs, I didn't expect you two were classmates
." Ye Min said coquettishly.

"Hmph... it's not surprising that people have the same name, but if you had said so earlier, I would have met Yang Da sooner
." Yang Er lit a cigarette.

"How many days do you sleep at home? You're either out by yourself or making me go to the club, hmph... I don't
remember that long."

Ye Min glanced at Yang Er, attracting a vicious attack. Listening to the lewd sounds, I soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I simply called the company to ask for leave. My wife thought I was going to discuss business and didn't care. Ye Min
only needed my approval to ask for leave.

I needed to rush to buy equipment for secretly filming. One night of debauchery made me eager to join a club, but
I decided to keep the photos of my wife being with my cousin, to avoid future trouble.

With my cousin's money, buying some high-tech gadgets was no problem. I specifically bought an infrared wireless camera.
I could still hear sounds, so I tried to keep them as quiet as possible and bought some more disguise tools.

When I got home, my wife and son weren't back yet, perfect timing. My location was the bathroom, where my wife
was changing and showering. I was sure I could capture the naked scene.

I set up the power supply and disguised myself. Luckily, my wife doesn't care about electronic products and didn't think much of it. She certainly
wouldn't have imagined that her husband would secretly film her.

After adjusting the lens, I could basically see the entire bathroom and adjust the zoom. The picture was very clear. I wondered if
my wife would shower tonight? I was actually spying on my own wife. I had some time left, so I decided to go and get some
rest.

(VIII)

When I woke up, it was already evening. My wife woke me up. She had already prepared dinner. Xiao Zhi hadn't come back yet.
My wife said he went to play soccer and would be staying at a classmate's house tonight. That was fine; I could film him without worry.

My wife and I chatted about company personnel while eating. I had something on my mind, so I finished quickly. My wife
finished eating and went to clean up. I followed behind her, trying to get intimate with her that night.

My wife usually showers before we make love, which gives me a chance to secretly take pictures. After arguing with her for a
while, she told me she had her period that day, which greatly disappointed me.

While my wife was watching TV, I went to my son's room to go online. I was just about to look at some pornographic content when I received
a call from Yang Er. He asked if I had gotten the nude photos of my wife yet, and said he had already seen recent photos of my wife from Ye Min
and insisted on seeing the nude photos of my wife. He also said that if I didn't get them done, I would miss a couples' gathering next week.

I had just experienced the pleasure of sleeping with a married woman and was in high spirits. The opportunity to attend another couples' gathering
was irresistible. However, my wife was on her period, so at most I could only wipe her body; I couldn't force her to shower.

On a whim, I asked Yang Er if he had a digital camera. Yang Er laughed and immediately understood what I meant
, saying no problem and that he would definitely invite me to next week's gathering.

I asked him to give the camera to Ye Min so he could bring it to me tomorrow. He agreed and hung up. I also went offline and prepared to
go to sleep.

I don't know if it's because I slept too much today, but I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, staring blankly as I recalled
the exciting scenes of last night. That little slut Ye Min has been beside me for so long, and she didn't even notice—what a failure!

My mind raced, and my lower body became aroused. My wife, woken by my turning over, reached back and touched
my erect penis, startled. She asked if I was having trouble holding back, and I told her I was fine and told her to go back to sleep.

She lay there for a while, then got up and lay on my lap, unusually taking the initiative to pull out my penis and
put it in her mouth. She must have seen how hard I was trying to hold back, unable to have sex, so she gave me oral sex.

After a few strokes, she spat it out, saying it tasted too strong. Last night's intense battle—
and I forgot to shower when I got home—no wonder! My wife reluctantly put her mouth on my penis again.

I felt my wife's breasts pressed tightly against my legs, so soft. However, her oral sex skills were
nowhere near as good as Ye Min's; she didn't know how to take care of anything else, only licking my glans.

I used my hand to hold her head down, wanting her to lick my scrotum, but unexpectedly, my wife held my penis in her mouth and didn't move
. I pressed her head down, and she swallowed the whole penis. I quickly lifted my hand, and my wife spat out my penis
, coughing repeatedly and muttering complaints. I smiled apologetically.

Lacking stimulation, and without penetration, and with my wife's immature technique, after more than ten minutes, I still
didn't feel like ejaculating. My wife was exhausted, her face resting on her hands, still trying her best.

I pulled her up, stopping her from continuing. My wife asked if I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to say I couldn't possibly
suggest trying from behind, so I comforted her, saying I was tired too, and told her to sleep. Finally, I fell asleep, still burning with desire.

I woke up this morning with a sore back and aching muscles, feeling quite uncomfortable. My wife had already gone to work. Although we work at the same
company, we've rarely gone to the office together over the years, but it's become quite natural over time.

After eating the breakfast my wife left for me, I leisurely went to the office, called my subordinates in for a few words of encouragement, and then
sent them all out to contact clients. Maintaining good relationships is essential for more cooperation.

I watched Ye Min standing at her desk organizing documents. She was still wearing her pink outer shirt, with a gray crew neck
t-shirt underneath—I couldn't see clearly—a black denim skirt, dark flesh-colored stockings, and high heels. What
would have been quite ordinary before now seemed a little lewd.

I lowered my head and rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself down .

"Manager, your documents." Ye Min suddenly appeared beside me, handing me a camera with a mischievous grin.
I didn't say anything and put the camera in the drawer. "Manager, you're going to secretly take pictures of Sister Lin? How naughty!" I looked at Ye
Min in surprise. Fortunately, there were only one or two people left in the office, and her voice wasn't loud.

"Are you crazy? What are you saying? This is the company." I was angry, and my voice became stern. Ye Min pouted, her
back to me, her hands on my desk, head down, clearly not expecting my change in attitude.

Suddenly, my heart softened, and I slapped her bottom. "Next time, if you don't pay attention, I'll spank you." I immediately
became gentle.

"Hmph, you take advantage of me and then act tough, you bad man." She turned to leave.

I wanted to slap her bottom again, but when she moved, my hand slipped inside her skirt. No
underwear? Even through the stockings, my hand could feel the smoothness of her buttocks and the cleft between them.

Ye Min's face immediately turned red. Still with her back to me, she quickly turned around and stood there, afraid of being seen strange by outsiders
, but she didn't stop my hand. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Wouldn't this mean endless good fortune from now on? How wonderful

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