Seeing my older brother and his wife having sex

My name is Zhang Meng. My wife and I have been married for less than two years, and our child is only four months old. When we got married, her figure wasn't anything special, but after giving birth, and with several months of careful care, her abdomen has returned to its flat and smooth state. Although her waist isn't as slender as it was in her youth, it's still quite slim
. What hasn't returned are her firm, large breasts and her peach-shaped buttocks. My wife is always complaining to me, but in my opinion—and I think all men would—she's incredibly sexy now. Her angelic, pure face, slender waist, and curvaceous figure would give any man a sexual urge. If it weren't for the fact that we agreed to wait five months before making love so she could recover even better, I would have been satisfying my desire several times a day.
Although she had hinted several times that I could have sex with her, I refrained for her sake. However, holding her naked, smooth body every night before bed was something I couldn't resist. For the past month or so, she had given me oral sex almost every day. Whenever I looked at my wife's innocent face rising and falling beneath me, and massaged her breasts and buttocks, I couldn't bear it. But thinking that there was less than a month left, I tried my best to restrain myself. However, this situation was disrupted a few days later by the arrival of my older brother.
One day, I had just returned home from work and was preparing dinner with my wife when my older brother suddenly arrived. My brother and I didn't live in the same city. He was four years older than me, just turned 30, and was 180 cm tall. He worked in a government agency in the provincial capital. We learned while drinking that my brother had gotten divorced and that his wife was having an affair with the boss of her company. I couldn't believe it. They used to be so loving, always holding hands when they went out. My wife was also very beautiful. Before I got married, she was my masturbation object.
My older brother took advantage of his vacation to relax and came to visit me. Perhaps he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, because we both drank quite a bit, and our conversations gradually became more unrestrained. One moment he was cursing that woman for being ungrateful and only caring about money, and the next he was praising his wife for being beautiful and virtuous. I noticed that gradually, the way he looked at his wife, who was sitting next to him, was becoming increasingly strange. Because she was breastfeeding, she usually wore pajama bottoms and a front-opening nightgown at home, tied only at the waist with a belt, and she wasn't
wearing anything underneath. Since my brother and I had been drinking for quite a while, we moved to the sofa in the living room to watch TV and drink. When my wife finished heating up the food for us and put it down, the front of her nightgown was slightly open, revealing half of her breast. Looking at my brother's somewhat dazed gaze, I figured he was either too drunk or hadn't had sex in a long time since his divorce from his wife. It seemed like I should find him a place to relieve his pent-up desires. I didn't think much of it until after 10 p.m. when I helped my drunken brother back to the guest room to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find my wife, who had gotten up with me, acting normally. After breakfast, I went to work. My older brother said he was going to meet some classmates, so I drove him there. That evening, a big client came to my workplace, so I couldn't come home for dinner. I had Ling'er cook for my brother. "Honey," I said, "a big client came to my workplace, and I need to entertain him. I probably won't be home until after 10 pm. By the way, is my brother back yet?" My wife seemed to pause for a moment before replying, "Brother... um, he's not back yet. Be careful, drink less." "Okay," I said.
I arranged dinner for the client, and we finished around 8 pm. When I got home, it was already past 9 pm. The lights in the living room and my bedroom were off; I guessed my wife was asleep. I quietly opened the bedroom door and was about to take off my clothes when I suddenly heard suppressed moans and the sounds of flesh colliding coming from my brother's room. I couldn't help but think to myself: What kind of woman has my brother brought here? This is outrageous! What will my wife think? There's nothing I can do. I went back to the bedroom, but my wife wasn't there! Where did she go? She wasn't in the children's room or the bathroom either. Could it be...? Impossible! I couldn't help but stand in front of my brother's door, pressing my ear against it to listen carefully
. After a series of crisp, loud sounds of flesh colliding, my brother's voice rang out: "How was it? Did your brother fuck you well?" "Brother, hurry up! Zhang Meng will be back soon. What if he sees us? I'm so sorry to him." Hearing that voice, my brain went blank, and my vision went black. My brother and my wife were having sex? Why? I've been so good to them, why would they betray me? I wanted to rush in immediately and catch the adulterous couple, but reason told me I couldn't. If I rushed in, my family and kinship might be gone. I tried hard to suppress the pain and bitterness in my heart, but suddenly I found my penis hard. Did I also have a fetish for humiliating my girlfriend, or was reading too much of the novel "Springtime in the Courtyard" influencing me? With mixed feelings, I listened to the sounds of passion raging inside. Then my older brother's voice came up again: "I should have fucked you last night, stop pretending." Last night? What happened?
"Ugh, don't look at me like that, it's so embarrassing, turn off the light!" My wife glanced at my ugly penis, too ashamed to look a second time, covering her private parts with her hands, urging him to turn off the light.
My wife's perfect, artistic body, now covered, became even more alluring, like a woman half-hidden behind a pipa. He impatiently turned off the light, climbed onto the bed, and climbed on top of my wife… In the darkness, his rough hands roamed over my wife's smooth, jade-like skin, finally finding her full breasts. My wife's breasts were firm and beautifully shaped. He caressed them lovingly, even bringing his mouth to her tender nipples, sucking, nibbling, and licking. My wife was incredibly sensitive, her body swaying restlessly as I teased her, a mixture of resistance and acceptance.
Soon he felt his penis throbbing uncomfortably and couldn't wait to penetrate her. He parted his wife's long, slender legs, twisting his penis and poking and probing at her private parts, but couldn't find the right spot. Frustrated, he broke out in a sweat. "I...I can't find it!" "Not there...a little lower, no, that's the anus, ouch..." "Uh...should we turn on the light?" "Hmm..."
The light was turned on again. Looking at the soft body on the bed, he went to his wife, parted her legs, and carefully examined her mysterious private parts. He thought to himself how embarrassing it was that he hadn't known where to start; now he had to study it properly.
Seeing her brother staring so intently at her private parts, his wife, ashamed, grabbed a pillow and covered her face, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. He observed closely. The sparse pubic hair grew on her mons pubis, below which was a slightly raised area with a mysterious slit. He pried open the slit with his fingers, revealing tender, bright red flesh inside, and a mysterious opening hidden within. He explored it with his fingers, and his wife's body trembled, especially when he touched a strange protrusion above her labia; she recoiled instantly.
"Does it hurt?" he asked curiously. "It doesn't hurt...it's just...that...a little sensitive..." his wife said shyly. He then stuck out his tongue and licked her tender labia. "Oh! Brother, what are you doing? Stop! It's dirty there...ah! um..." Before his wife could finish speaking, his tongue was already teasing her clitoris. His wife trembled violently, reflexively trying to pull away, but he held her legs tightly, forcing her to endure his brutal violation of her private parts. "Does it feel good? Hey? There's water coming out...sizzle...mmm, so sweet...um...no...ah! This feeling...I've never felt anything like it before..."
His wife's sensitive private parts were still overflowing with love juice despite his clumsy teasing. Looking at his wife lying on the bed, panting and blushing, he couldn't wait to turn off the light again. He supported himself on the bed with one hand, searching for the entrance in the darkness. This time, he felt his glans finally find the place, so he slowly entered. "Ugh...I meant...don't come out, brother's...it seems a bit big...come in, be gentle with me this time." His wife said, one of her delicate hands grasping his penis in the darkness, aiming it at her tender opening. He cooperated and slowly and carefully inserted it again.
"Ah, big brother, ah, you're so strong, ah, faster, ah, you're killing me." "Baby, tell big brother, what are you doing with big brother?" "Making love." "If we're talking about fucking, big brother is fucking you, fucking your cunt. Come on, baby, tell big brother again what we're doing?" My wife's moans grew louder, but she didn't answer. When we make love, my wife never swears, and she doesn't allow me to. I think it'll be the same now. The sounds of flesh colliding suddenly slowed down. Just when I thought they were about to finish, I heard the sound of kissing.
"Come on, baby, tell big brother again what we're doing?" "Ah, fucking." My wife whispered. "Come on, baby, tell your big brother loudly what he's doing." "Ahhh, big brother, big brother's fucking my pussy, fucking my sister-in-law's pussy, harder!" The big brother probably couldn't take it anymore. With a violent thrust and a roar, the house fell silent.
I silently walked out of the house and sat down in the square. My feelings were complicated; I didn't know how to face this situation. I don't know how much time passed before my phone rang, breaking my daze. It was my wife calling. Her voice was still so gentle: "Honey, where are you? Why aren't you home yet? I'm still awake, waiting for you." I composed myself: "I'm on my way home, I'll be there in ten minutes. You go to sleep." With heavy steps, I returned home and saw my wife on the bed, smelling of fresh scent from her bath. I couldn't believe it—could the woman who had just been moaning so lewdly be her? I hoped it was just a nightmare.

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