Helping My Wife Have an Affair (Part 4) 1-3

"Helping My Wife Have an Affair (Part Four) 1-3

" Author: Liao Liao Liao
(Part Four) Still Pure

1.
The next morning, Xiao Ling only shyly greeted Lao Mao before clinging to me. I knew Xiao Ling was still finding it hard to accept this lifestyle. Secretly hugging and kissing someone else behind her husband's back was one thing, but actually having a physical relationship and living together completely was something even a promiscuous woman would find difficult to adjust her mindset. Although Xiao Ling knew that her affair was entirely due to my instigation and planning, she still felt a lot of guilt.

The next evening, Lao Mao's last trick finally completely dispelled her shyness in front of me.

After we had finished eating, Lao Mao mysteriously turned on the video camera, inserted a videotape, and I didn't know what he was up to. Xiao Ling, blushing, threw herself into my arms. When I saw the video, I suddenly realized. It turned out that this was a video of him ravaging Xiao Ling for a night of passion after I left!

"Dear husband, dear father, why are you always teasing my clitoris? My juices are flowing down to my thighs!"

"No, please, go in faster, deeper, deeper, yes, right there, ah, it feels so good, so good!"

"Please, don't play with me like this, my husband is right next door, what will he think if he hears me screaming like this!"

"Your husband doesn't like fucking you, he likes to hear you scream, scream louder!"

"Please, you've completely possessed me, you old pervert, don't go too far." Xiaoling actively welcomed his penetration while scolding him with a lustful expression.

"You dare to disrespect your husband in bed now? See how I deal with you!"

On the screen, the old cat was thrusting hard into Xiaoling's vagina, and a "plop" sound could be clearly heard when it went in. When it came out, not only was it dripping with juices, but it also turned Xiaoling's red and tender labia inside out. He wrapped one arm tightly around Xiaoling's waist, pulling her closer and then releasing her as he thrust in and out, while his other hand casually kneaded her firm breasts.

Xiaoling spread her legs wide to receive the direct thrusts of his large penis.

"I was wrong, punish me however you want."

"I'm going to interrogate you, you little slut. At first, you were all high and mighty with me, almost slapping me across the face. How did you end up agreeing to live here with me?"

"I...I don't know."

"You're always swaying your waist and spreading your legs. Are you oblivious to my presence, or are you deliberately trying to seduce me?"

"I...I don't know." Xiaoling giggled.

"When did you really come to your senses and agree to be possessed by me? Tell me!" "I

won't tell, I don't want to tell, you're still recording!"

"Still not telling!" Old Cat placed Xiaoling on the bed, repeatedly tapping and teasing the entrance of her vagina with his large glans, but not penetrating her, making Xiaoling incredibly wanton.

"Please, I really can't say it! My husband will hate me if he hears!"

Xiaoling couldn't take it anymore. She clung to Lao Mao's chest, said something, and then kissed him passionately again.

I felt a surge of jealousy. Holding the trembling Xiaoling in my arms, I whispered, "Why don't you dare say it out loud! Tell me, when did you start wanting to be played with and ravaged by him?"

Xiaoling covered her blushing face, giggling as she peeked at me through her fingers, "I'll tell you when I get back, so he won't be so smug!"

2.
It turned out that after the first week together, Xiaoling had come to understand his relentless nature. She also knew my desires and knew that sooner or later she would fall into his clutches. However, when she first learned the truth, she had cursed him as a lecherous old man. As a modern woman and a wife, it wasn't easy to proactively change her attitude, find a way to back down, and agree to his advances.

Lao Mao seemed to completely understand her thoughts. On the one hand, he completely tolerated her ridicule; on the other hand, he tried his best to display his masculine charm.

One night, I went out on errands and didn't return home. Xiaoling was alone in the bedroom. When I heard him knocking, I knew he would do something if he came in, so I hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

When Lao Mao came in, he saw her blushing face and shy demeanor, and knew her attitude had changed. But he still pretended to be pitiful, saying that our humble abode was too small for us. Xiaoling generously stated that we were just staying here temporarily, and that we were the ones who should be the hosts, not the guests; it was he who was wronged.

Xiaoling was sitting on the bed, fully dressed except for her socks. She hadn't intended to give him any chance, but Old Cat looked at her feet and exclaimed, "With feet like those, you could be a model!"

Xiaoling pouted and said, "How could that be?"

Old Cat said, "Don't you know? Some female models specialize in hand advertisements? Your feet are so perfect, truly one in a thousand. Look, your toes are as white as jade, perfectly aligned, and your instep is as soft as if boneless, smooth and delicate to the touch—how beautiful!" Xiaoling

knew he had already started. Although she was somewhat resistant, she still liked his praise, so she blushed and retorted, "Look at the way you're looking at me, like you want to eat my feet. I'm not letting you see them." Then she tried to put on her socks, but Old Cat snatched them from her hands and said, "Let me help you put them on."

Xiaoling glared at him, knowing she was about to lose this time. Her heart trembled, but she didn't object anymore. Old Cat then helped her put on her socks, gently tickling her ankles as he did so. Xiaoling was very sensitive about this area; her face flushed, and she slowly lowered her head.

Xiaoling told me that she had thought at the time that, at most, she might not be able to stay with me for more than a month. Her voice trembled as she told me that after he left, she discovered she was already wet.

I suddenly had a suspicion and asked her, "Xiaoling, tell me the truth, before I let him in to bring you your underwear that day, had he already seen your body? What did you do with him behind my back?"

Xiaoling nodded, her face red. "You think I only agreed to have sex with him after he saw my body that time? I went into his room mainly because I thought that since everyone had already exposed it, there was no point in hiding it anymore. Actually, he had already seen me and... touched me."

Then Xiaoling told me that on the third night after he put her socks on, I went out to work overtime again and wouldn't be back all night. Xiaoling knew that the old man would definitely do something, but deep down, she also had an impulse, a longing for the thrill of an affair (a real affair!).

That evening, the old man said he was quite tired from exercising that afternoon and asked her for a massage, which she agreed to. Touching his strong and masculine body, Xiaoling knew she might lose her virginity tonight.

She forced herself to remain calm until it was over, when she was also exhausted. The old man said, "Let me give you a massage too."

Xiaoling shook her head at first, and the old man said, "Are you afraid of me?"

Xiaoling said, "I'm not afraid of you at all. Come on."

Old Cat told Xiaoling to lie down on the bed and stretch out. That night, Xiaoling was only wearing a jumpsuit, the front half-open, so her bra was completely visible. Xiaoling was a little embarrassed, but driven by an impulse to let things unfold, she only covered her chest with my t-shirt and let him touch her.

Xiaoling said that when he asked her to take my t-shirt away, she felt very excited, as if the shirt represented her fidelity to me. Of course, what Xiaoling both feared and longed for that night didn't happen; at the last moment, she managed to control herself.

I asked her, "In the end, was it him who took off that t-shirt?"

Xiaoling blushed and smiled, "I took it off myself."

"What else did you take off or remove yourself?"

Xiaoling hummed twice and whispered to me sweetly, "My underwear, my panties, I took them off myself. That old guy seems to have some kind of magic; when he touched me, I went soft."

Judging from things like putting on socks and taking off clothes, it's hard to guess a woman's thoughts. From that day on, Xiaoling actively lowered her defenses.

That's how Xiaoling is; even though she knows she's no longer a pure and innocent wife, she still cares a lot about my opinion of her.

On one hand, she knows that in the next two months (that night everyone agreed to extend the cohabitation period for another month), she will be having intimate relations with other men day and night; on the other hand, she doesn't want her husband to be neglected or hurt. So, during the day, although she could accept Lao Mao's flirting and even joke around with him in bed when I wasn't looking, she was still reserved. Whenever she left the bedroom, she would dress neatly and elegantly, exuding a refined and graceful air, absolutely not allowing herself to leave an impression of being a promiscuous woman—especially on me.

3.

Every morning, when Lao Mao opened the door with a smile, I could only see Xiao Ling's beautiful feet in high heels. Sometimes, Lao Mao would deliberately open the door early, before Xiao Ling had finished getting ready, and I could see her tidying up her disheveled hair—at which point I couldn't help but think of how Xiao Ling had tossed her short hair around, sitting on Lao Mao's lap in ecstasy the night before, or how she had hurriedly stuffed something under the mattress—at which point I would guess it was the towel they had used to wipe their bodily waste the night before.

Only at night, just before bedtime, would she loosen up a bit. Sometimes, she would even sit on Lao Mao's lap right in front of me. Sometimes, when they got passionate, Xiaoling would glance at me sideways and laugh, saying, "The following adulterous movie isn't suitable for husbands." I'd make an excuse to go back and masturbate, and they'd start their lovemaking in the living room.

I also need to mention Xiaoling's sleeping arrangements. After spending three nights with him in the master bedroom, Xiaoling proposed sharing her affections equally with both her first husband (me) and second husband (Old Cat) for the next two months.

I looked at her expectantly, and Xiaoling twisted her body and said to me, "One week, three days with you, two days with him, and the remaining two days will depend on our physical condition and moods. I'll decide and manage them, okay?"

I was very happy. Because, over this period, I had fully appreciated, as an observer, Old Cat's complete possession of all of Xiaoling's private female lives; Xiaoling was truly as precious as a rare treasure.

Every time I thought about how Old Cat's possession of Xiao Ling wasn't just about ejaculating inside her almost every time, but also about possessing her scent, her secretions, her hair, her toes, her underwear, her stockings, I began to desperately want to reclaim this possession. When the pain is excruciating, it's hard to continue enjoying the pleasure of self-inflicted pain. I realized this was a struggle, a confrontation. Withdrawing might seem like a great victory on the surface, but in reality, it would mean losing my male dignity and plunging Xiao Ling's soul into a state of depravity. Only by persisting could I achieve partial victory.

On Saturday, Old Cat and I entered into battle. Whoever won, whoever captured the beauty's heart, could freely unleash their brutality and tenderness, planting their seed in the woman's most moist and sweetest field. The loser would be left alone, tossing and turning in sleepless nights.

"Play cards! Let's begin!" Best of five rounds, whoever wins will take the beauty home. Of course, if Xiaoling won, she would smile triumphantly, sometimes touching Lao Mao's crotch, sometimes hugging me, her sweet eyes looking into the depths of my soul.

Under my pitiful, pleading gaze and Lao Mao's smug smile, she almost dared not look me in the eye, only gently pushing me with one hand: "You're alone tonight."

I listened to my verdict in despair, but then I would suddenly notice several dark toe prints on Xiaoling's shorts and the inside of her snow-white thighs, and then see some wet stains on Lao Mao's toes, and then I would realize why Xiaoling had become so unsteady in the later stages of the fight, her face flushed, her breath short and her heart pounding.

"Old Cat, you're shameless!"

Old Cat shoved me. "I forgot to wash my feet," he whispered in my ear, "Xiao Ling used a lot of water to clean them for me."

Xiao Ling patted Old Cat's back: "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't act innocent after getting the benefit!"

Then she blushed and waved to me: "Goodnight."

I had just fallen asleep when I heard Xiao Ling's loud moans and cries from next door.

Once, watching Old Cat win big and about to win Xiao Ling's body, but Xiao Ling was in her fertile period that day, and she really wanted to have sex with me, so she deliberately cheated, but Old Cat found out: "Fine, you dare to cheat, you have to be punished!"

He chased Xiao Ling to the corner of the wall: "No, don't punish me, I was wrong."

"Tell me, what should I do!"

Xiao Ling ducked out from under his arm and ran into my arms: "Husband, save me!" She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, staring at me intently.

Old Cat was very strong. He pried my hands off and snatched Xiaoling back. "No one can save you. Tell me, how will you be punished?"

"I don't know, I don't know!" Xiaoling was very agitated, pleading with me for help in despair.

I sat there, without reacting. Xiaoling finally gave up. The thought of losing her virginity to him again that night, the thought of everything that was about to happen, made her heart flutter. She no longer had the strength to fight back, and just let him hold her.

Old Cat smiled wickedly and whispered something in her ear. Xiaoling hummed in response, her body already weak and powerless. "You're bad, you're a bad guy!" she said shyly, pounding his chest.

"Is it okay?"

"I'll do as you say, it's just that my husband will have to suffer." Xiaoling said softly.

Then Old Cat whispered something in her ear again, and Xiao Ling shook her head, saying, "You can't treat him like that!"

Old Cat threatened her again, "You're not listening? Don't you want this punishment anymore?"

Helpless, Xiao Ling turned to look at me awkwardly, "Honey, I'm going to take off my underwear myself and let him spank me."

"With what? Tell your husband. Otherwise, I won't punish you."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, please don't not punish me, honey," Xiao Ling looked back at me with a dreamy gaze, "He's going to use his big cock to whip me, whip my buttocks, and... my genitals."

Xiao Ling was already sweating, the sweat soaking through her thin underwear, her curvaceous body pressed weakly against him, hiding her firm, sensitive breasts in his arms.

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