My wife Lin Ying and I

My wife, Lin Ying
, was going on a business trip out of town, and our son, Xiao Zhi, was on summer vacation, so she 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. Knowing my wife wouldn't be back for a while, I had a sudden idea. I called a housekeeping service and booked a cleaning lady to come and tidy up the house. I didn't have any requirements, just that she be quick.

She was incredibly fast; 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; she really was there to help me. But wearing a skirt wouldn't be convenient for cleaning. While we were talking, she pulled out a rather old tracksuit and shoes, which she had prepared. I led her to my son's room and had her close the door to change.

After chatting for a bit, 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 by selling her body—of course, she was selling her body.

She worked quickly, clearly used to housework. She mentioned her husband had also lost his job and was now driving a taxi. I gave her a few perfunctory replies and then slipped into my son's room to go online.

With a stranger in the house, I didn't dare open any erotic pictures. I read a novel for a while, then caught a glimpse of her clothes folded on the sofa, next to a wad of stockings. I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement.

After some internal struggle, I picked up the stockings. They were two mid-calf stockings, the toes slightly yellowed. This was the first time I'd ever seen stockings belonging to someone other than my wife. I gently sniffed them, not recognizing the scent. My penis was already hard and desperately needed release, though I had no courage to rape her. I only knew these stockings could help me relieve my lust.

I saw the housekeeper 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, 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, slowly stroking it up and down. The slightly hardened toe of the stocking stimulated my glans. I inhaled the other stocking intensely, and after a dozen strokes, I ejaculated, the semen thick and sticky. I masturbated a few more times, covering the stocking with semen.

It was a rare, exhilarating experience. I carefully recalled the female worker's figure; she was probably voluptuous. I hadn't gotten a good look at her feet. I used the remaining stocking that night, and reluctantly threw the semen-covered stocking into the trash.

After this experience, I became completely obsessed 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 a friend's wife, but that was practically impossible; I could only feast my eyes on them.

My wife and son are coming back the day after tomorrow. I gritted my teeth and called the housekeeper 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.

The housekeeper arrived quickly, just like last time, and brought a change of clothes. I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings, which was a huge disappointment. I wondered if it was because her stockings were lost last time. Luckily, I had the video of 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 made her happy. When she left, she asked when I needed her next time. All I could say was, next time you absolutely must wear stockings.

I plugged in the camera, and the TV showed the footage of the female worker changing clothes. I was a little excited. The woman immediately took off her shirt, revealing a white bra that covered her very large breasts. Then she took off her pants, revealing boxer briefs—not sexy at all, far inferior to my wife's. It was a real disappointment; only her large breasts were acceptable. I watched it several times, feeling extremely disappointed.

My wife and son returned. Xiao Zhi had a lot of fun, and my wife's work went smoothly. I was quite depressed. My wife told me that her cousin was 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 visiting at my wedding, but I couldn't quite recall what he looked like, only that he wasn't very old. I'll just go by intuition.

People were starting to come out. Normally, not many people come here at this time. I was diligently searching for clues when I suddenly heard someone call me Xiao Yang.

Turning around, I saw my wife's cousin. I immediately recognized him; he was dressed in a Hawaiian style, wearing white-rimmed glasses, and had a beaming smile—a Hawaiian version of the KFC guy, only younger. I quickly took the luggage and pulled him to hail a taxi.

In the taxi, we chatted about our recent lives. I remembered him getting married abroad, and his wife was a foreigner. But I learned he'd divorced a few years ago and now lived alone.

He said he was happier, his life was very colorful, and then whispered a few of his erotic escapades, which made me quite envious. I couldn't help but ask a few more questions, and my cousin laughed at my lustful thoughts. 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 arrived at my house quickly. My wife came downstairs to greet me. She was all smiles and chatter when she saw my cousin, as if she were a teenager again. My cousin also seemed to adore Xiao Zhi, who ran off to show off the new handheld game console he'd given him.

My wife went into the kitchen to cook, while my cousin and I chatted in Xiao Zhi's room. My cousin praised my wife's figure, telling me not to waste it. But I noticed he kept staring at my wife, and it seemed he was really 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 him and his wife. It turned out his ex-wife was much younger than him, a stunning blonde with 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—a sight that made my blood rush.

I showered my cousin's ex-wife with compliments on her figure, while my cousin remained noncommittal, asking what I admired most. I bluntly said her thighs, especially with stockings—they were simply irresistible. My cousin pointed to my wife's legs, implying they were also very nice. I smiled, a mutual agreement.

Suddenly, my cousin lowered his voice and asked if I wanted to make a bet, the price being $500, no small sum. I quickly asked what the bet was, and my cousin said it was my wife's underwear.

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

I readily agreed, feeling incredibly excited—not for the money, but because betting on 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 almost pointless, while my wife chatted happily with my cousin. My cousin seemed to enjoy it more, occasionally patting and touching my wife's stockinged legs. My wife didn't seem to mind, thinking he thought she was still a child. I felt a pang of jealousy; after all, she's my wife. Her underwear was one thing—I've stolen stockings from female workers 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 clear the dishes. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. My wife laughed and tried to avoid me. I said, "While my cousin and son are out, why don't we make love first?"

My wife quickly said, "Don't be silly, it'll be embarrassing if my cousin comes back."

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

While I was talking, my hand slipped inside my wife's skirt, caressing her buttocks through her stockings and panties, gradually moving towards her legs.

My wife was aroused, and knowing I'd been a bit repressed lately, she pressed herself against me, whispering, "Time's too tight, let's talk about it tonight, just a little touching now is fine."

I said, "Xiaozhi sleeps with us tonight, when will we have a chance?" I felt a little deflated.

Seeing my displeasure, my wife quickly agreed, even reaching into my pants to grasp my already 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 into the living room and pushed her onto the sofa.

My wife, holding me, started breathing heavily. 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—white, lace-trimmed ones, 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 won't be an exception.

My hand pressed against my wife's vulva; I could feel the warmth even through her stockings. I gently rubbed the clitoris, 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 down her stockings and panties along her legs. My wife was truly aroused; her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluid, which was trailing sticky strands, leaving numerous marks on her panties.

"Don't look..." my wife said, wrapping 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 began to thrust forcefully into her vulva.

The thought of betting with my cousin about my wife's panties 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 after several deep thrusts, my wife let out a loud "Oh!" as her vulva contracted, releasing more fluid—an orgasm.

My wife's orgasms were always quick. I slowed down, and my wife gasped for breath, her hair soaked with sweat, her face flushed even more.

"Honey, are you about to cum?" my wife asked softly. I shook my head and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. My wife's moans grew louder; the stimulation of her vagina after her 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 inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, supporting her shoulders. I felt the depth of penetration was greater than before, and the thrusting brought out more vaginal fluid. I looked at my wife's plump buttocks, slightly upturned, welcoming my penis. I thrust in and out nearly a hundred times in one go until my wife's hands were too weak to support her body, and she collapsed onto the sofa. Still

not satisfied, I looked at my wife's vagina, which was already a little red and swollen, and was about to stop when my wife struggled to sit up. Seeing that I still had the will and strength, and was a little overwhelmed, I hugged her and said, "That's enough." My wife gently grasped my penis, opened her small 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," my wife said, spitting out my penis.

I nodded, and she began to suck and swallow again with renewed vigor. I felt the stimulation building up on my glans. Looking down, I saw my wife kneeling on the sofa, head down, 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, then quickly pulled it out of her mouth, gently placing her down. I pressed her stockinged legs apart and thrust my penis back into her vagina, pumping rapidly.

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

"It's 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 already 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.

Seeing my wife finish showering and go into the bedroom to make the bed, 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—it must have come from her vulva earlier. Some of the semen wasn't completely dry yet. 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 would go chat with my cousin. My wife was also very tired today. She said goodbye to my cousin and 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? Did this mean I had sold my wife's underwear to my cousin for $500? I still gave the paper bag to my cousin. Seeing my bewildered expression, he asked if my sex with my wife this time was particularly exciting. I admitted it was more inexplicably exciting 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. Then my cousin took out the underwear from the paper bag to admire it. "It's really fresh!" my cousin said with a smile. Of course, there were still wet spots! I thought.

My cousin put the underwear and stockings on the bed and went to change and take a shower. I went back 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 questions: What would my cousin do with my wife's underwear? Masturbate? Or something else? I suddenly understood the kind of thrill my cousin had described earlier. It must have been a thrill 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 nothing but of my wife and me making passionate love, with many people watching. My wife was moaning lasciviously, and I was thrusting into her with all my might, until my son woke me up in the morning.

For the next few days, my cousin had to meet with business people and didn't come home until 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 and going to sleep myself.

The crucial point is that I also discovered that after my cousin took a shower, his wife's underwear and stockings that she had worn that day would disappear, only to reappear in the washing machine the next day. This arousal fueled my uncontrollable lust. My cousin used my wife's underwear to relieve himself, while I couldn't find a chance to have sex with my wife.

Finally, one night, after my cousin returned to his room, I went to the bathroom, found a pair of stockings my wife had worn, put them on my penis, and masturbated to release my pent-up desire. I fantasized about what my wife's underwear looked like on my cousin's penis while vigorously stroking it. My semen finally ejaculated through the stockings, and it felt even more stimulating than the last time I used the factory worker's stockings.

Unconsciously, I became increasingly addicted to the stimulation I felt from my cousin using my wife's underwear, especially when I fantasized about it, I couldn't help but masturbate, and it only felt good when I used my wife's stockings. Sometimes I even wanted to see how my cousin used my wife's underwear and stockings. If my cousin hadn't divorced, I could also enjoy his wife's stockings and underwear, but alas.

Before the weekend, my cousin finally finalized his business deal and was preparing to go home. He said he wanted to thank us by treating us to a lavish abalone feast. I think what he really wanted to thank was my wife's underwear and stockings, for keeping him company through so many nights.

I don't know if it was because his business was really successful, 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 clients' banquets, I've only had the chance to drink this kind of red wine once. My wife, who doesn't drink much, was persuaded by my cousin 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 cousin, my wife, and I sang until we were completely drunk, and we even finished the bottle of red wine left over from dinner. Later, my cousin'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 cousin half-supported, half-carried my wife, as we took a taxi home. It was already past midnight.

When we got home, I carried Xiaozhi into the small bedroom first. When I turned around, my cousin had already helped his wife into the bedroom. I saw my cousin slowly unbuttoning his wife's coat. I felt something was wrong. I was dizzy and didn't know what to say, so I sat down on the edge of the bed. My cousin looked at me and then took off his wife's shirt. His wife was completely unaware, revealing a black silk bra that clung tightly to her breasts, making them look very round and full.

My cousin rummaged through his travel bag for a while and took out a digital camera to take pictures of my wife's sleeping posture. I was about to ask him about it when he told me to keep it to enjoy later. At my cousin's arrangement, I also took off my wife's skirt suit. Underneath, my wife was wearing ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings, the kind without a crotch, and on the outside, black silk panties that matched her bra. She was also wearing purple strappy high-heeled sandals. My wife, wearing only underwear and stockings, lay flat on the bed, looking somewhat lewd. My cousin spread my wife's legs apart on the bed, exposing her vulva as much as possible, even though it was covered by her panties. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but my wife's vulva was probably very moist, and her panties were tightly embedded in her vulva, outlining its shape.

My cousin's strange hand had already touched my wife's breast. "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 breast, 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 and took out... He pulled out a tiny CD from his handheld device. "Use your computer to look at this. This is where the real fun is," he said, handing it to me. It was the first time I'd ever seen such a small CD. I reluctantly put it into the drive and opened it. Inside were nearly a hundred photos. My uncle was standing behind me. "These kinds of social gatherings are common abroad, at home or among friends," he said. My gaze was drawn to the screen. The photo of my uncle and his ex-wife was just the first one. Next, there were several burly men, some black and some white, surrounding my uncle's ex-wife, their large penises resembling masturbators.

Although I've seen some group sex pictures, none are as close and realistic as this. The tight cheongsam was undone in an instant, hanging only at the waist. My cousin's ex-wife's large breasts were being held in someone's hands, almost invisible. There were three huge rods in front of her face, waiting for her to swallow and spit them out. "Maybe you can't accept it yet, but once you try it, you simply can't get rid of it, especially when you desperately want to insert your penis into your lover's cunt, but have to wait for someone else to finish. That feeling is truly fuck." My cousin's voice was like telling a story, and I felt somewhat immersed in it.

“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 a really strong feeling. I’ve been smelling her panties every night for the past few days, like when we were young.”

I continued flipping through the photos one by one, the scene getting more and more chaotic. My uncle would occasionally appear to have his ex-wife perform oral sex, but the rest of the time he was 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. I turned around and saw that my uncle had already taken off my wife's bra, one hand gripping one breast, greedily licking my wife's nipple. Normally, only I would caress my wife's breasts, but now someone else was fondling them, and extreme jealousy and stimulation ignited within me, 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, and I could see a bulge in the front.

"Uncle, what if Xiaoying wakes up? It'll be troublesome. Maybe we should just stop," I couldn't help but say. Although I was already intoxicated by the alcohol and the stimulation, I still knew what was important. My wife and I were usually fine, 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 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 her; 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 panties, her 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 the wetness from my wife's vulva soaking her panties, and I recklessly snapped a few close-up shots of her vulva.

I took more pictures of my wife's wanton poses, my lower body already aching. I took off my clothes, leaving only my panties, and 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 me 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 uncle withdrew his wet fingers, revealing several strands of vaginal fluid still attached to them.

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

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