Jin Ling, the adulterous wife

Chapter 1:

The Conflicts of a Cold War Couple Zhou Song idly typed on his keyboard, the pressure of unemployment weighing heavily on him. He kept trying to find freelance work online, but his browsing always led him to pornographic websites. He couldn't resist visiting these sites to read erotic articles. He particularly enjoyed stories about wife-swapping, or rather, cuckolding. He had tried to persuade his wife to read one erotic article every night before bed, believing it was essential for maintaining their sexual arousal.

Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling, was also unemployed. A 30-year-old woman, she had been a beauty before marriage, but after marriage, things had changed—that was Zhou Song's opinion. At least sexually, she had lost her appeal. Before marriage, she had been quite cooperative, but after marriage, Zhou Song sensed that his wife seemed to be experiencing sexual frigidity.

The Sex Tiger Forum became Zhou Song's destination. He opened the erotic literature section, hoping to find more exciting cuckolding stories. He enjoyed fantasizing, imagining his wife as the female protagonist in the pornographic articles he read. Perhaps due to sexual repression, he even planned to make his wife a prostitute, satisfying both his cuckoldry desires and his physical needs.

He flipped through countless pornographic novels, but there were none new ones. So, among those he'd read hundreds of times, he reopened "My Wife's Mid-Autumn Festival Rape," typing in the comments: "

I also enjoy watching my wife being fucked, especially by a group of migrant workers. I

particularly want my wife to be popular with men. Perhaps in reality, she's not open-minded, so I've been trying to make her more promiscuous. With little success.

My wife is thirty years old, 163cm tall, 48kg, measurements unknown, I don't know either. Her breasts aren't large, but her buttocks are big; she's the type who can have children. Seeing

my wife being fucked by others is much more exciting than fucking her myself. I even wish my wife would become a prostitute, even for free, just to have men fill her vagina with semen in front of me—that would be immense happiness for me." To this end, I tried every method to brainwash and train my wife, including pornographic films and novels themed around group sex, hybrid sex, or exchanging partners, but with little success.

My wife would willingly suck my penis, but refused to swallow my semen; her pubic hair was inverted trapezoidal, long and black, her labia were grayish-black, and turned outwards when aroused, producing a lot of vaginal fluid when stimulated properly.

I am willing to make friends with all cuckold enthusiasts, and I also welcome lecherous men to have online sex with my wife.

1. If you can transform my wife into a cuckold, enabling her to unleash her sexual potential and enjoy the pleasure, my wife will provide you with one month of sexual services; 2. If you can transform my wife into a prostitute and make her mentally dependent on sexual intercourse, you can control her to have sex with or prostitute herself with anyone for one year, and all the proceeds will belong to the developer.

He left a contact email address. This was the first time he had boldly spoken out his fantasies, and the first time he had posted such information as selling his wife. As he typed, he was stimulated by his own words, his lower body quickly swelled, and he was impulsive, with an urge to lick a woman's genitals.

Time flew by. There was a noise outside the door. Zhou Song quickly turned off the power and turned on the computer. Then, Jin Ling came in.

"Didn't you go out?" Jin Ling asked him.

Zhou Song turned around. His wife was already beside him. He reached out and rubbed Jin Ling's crotch, grinning lewdly. "Where could I have gone?" "What are you doing? You're always thinking about filthy things!" Jin Ling laughed and scolded.

"What are filthy things? Would you enjoy it if you weren't filthy?" Zhou Song pulled Jin Ling close with a lewd grin. "I just read some porn, and now I'm really hard, incredibly excited. Take off your pants, I want to eat your cunt!" "You're really a pervert! It's broad daylight, and you're already thinking about this?" Jin Ling reached out and touched Zhou Song's crotch. "It's really hard! But I have to make dinner now, don't even think about it!" "We'll make it later. I want to eat your juices now. It's been a long time since we've done it, hasn't it?" Zhou Song said, and started to take off her pants.

Jinling broke free of his hand and walked straight to the kitchen.

Zhou Song watched Jinling's plump buttocks sway as she walked out, his mind filled with the image of his wife's dark gray vulva, glistening with lustful fluids, between her legs... As night fell, Jinling leaned against the bed, flipping through the erotic novel Zhou Song had prepared for her, "The Adulterous Nana." It was a novel about orgy, and the protagonist, Nana, was a seemingly innocent adulterous woman. Her husband, like Zhou Song, enjoyed his wife being gang-raped, but unlike Zhou Song, Jinling was conservative, while Nana would have sex with any man. The TV was showing Zhou Song's treasured VCD. A woman of Asian descent was being gang-raped by five black men. This woman's genitals were similar to Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling's, with thick pubic hair and a dark gray mons pubis. A huge black penis was inserted into the woman's vagina, and it was clear she was experiencing intense pleasure. Another huge black penis was in her mouth, and with each powerful thrust, she made muffled moans, which aroused Jin Ling… "Don't you think the bigger the penis, the more comfortable it is?" Zhou Song asked.

"Mmm," Jin Ling mumbled in response.

"If you were this person on TV, wouldn't it be great?" Zhou Song leaned against his wife, reaching out to touch Jin Ling's leg.

"I don't know!" "It must feel amazing, you're so wet!" Zhou Song did indeed touch her wet vulva, and waved his wet hand in front of his wife's eyes. "Look, what's this?" "Whatever you say!" Jin Ling also reached into her husband's pajama bottoms and grasped his erect penis, gently stroking it.

Zhou Song again slipped his hand inside Jin Ling's nightgown, rubbing her vulva.

"Is it itchy? Do you want to be fucked?" Zhou Song asked.

"Mmm!" Jin Ling closed her eyes, enjoying Zhou Song's flirting.

"When can you be like the heroine in the movie?" Zhou Song's hand was still inside Jin Ling's nightgown, his eyes fixed on the screen, sighing with envy.

Hearing this, Jin Ling opened her eyes and stared at Zhou Song.

Zhou Song couldn't take this constant attention anymore: "I mean, with her passion, don't you think our life has become increasingly boring these past few years of marriage?" Jin Ling's expression softened slightly: "You're a pervert!" "I haven't even told you to become a prostitute!" Zhou Song retorted boldly.

Jin Ling didn't speak; she turned to watch porn.

There was no plot, just endless piston-like movements or constant changes of partners, and she couldn't muster any interest.

Zhou Song thought Jin Ling had relaxed, so he used all his skills to stimulate her desire, and it seemed to have some effect. Jin Ling closed her eyes again and began to moan.

To achieve a better effect, Zhou Song didn't mount her; instead, he lifted Jin Ling's nightgown, spread her legs, and put his head between her legs.

Jin Ling's reaction became stronger and stronger, her moans louder and louder, and more vaginal fluid flowed from her vulva. Zhou Song continuously stimulated her clitoris with his tongue while rubbing her breasts.

Jinling looked up at the head buried between her legs, savoring the waves of pleasure from the warm, wet tongue on her vulva, as if it were melting her… She felt as if a thousand insects were biting inside her vagina, the tingling sensation making her feel empty and almost faint. She desperately wanted to shove that head between her legs into her vagina, and she was trying to press Zhou Song's head towards her vulva; however, she knew that his head couldn't fit into her narrow vagina. She knew what she needed, so she pulled hard on Zhou Song's ears, trying to pull him away… The moans grew deeper… From Zhou Song's perspective, it was almost time. He looked up at his wife and said, "Do you want to be fucked?" "Yes," Jinling answered without hesitation this time.

Zhou Song straightened up, but before he could even get into position, Jin Ling's hand was already there, grabbing his penis and trying to insert it into her vagina, though there was still some distance.

Zhou Song's emotions were thus heightened; he still wanted to tease his wife. So he guided his penis and began rubbing it against Jin Ling's vulva.

Jin Ling was still enduring, but her vulva kept opening and closing, which gave Zhou Song a great sense of accomplishment. The constant lifting of her buttocks and the way she kept pressing Zhou Song's buttocks down gave Zhou Song a different kind of pleasure.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?" Zhou Song took the opportunity to whisper in Jin Ling's ear.

"Yes, I want to be fucked by you, do you want to be fucked?" Jin Ling asked back.

"Yes, if you're more wanton and slutty, I'll want it even more." Zhou Song gently rubbed Jin Ling's breasts while slowly pushing his penis into her "center."

"Ah...ah..." Jin Ling let out a comfortable sound from her throat.

"Your cunt feels so good to fuck, so warm and wet. I wonder what it's like when other men fuck you?" "What do you think it's like? It's all the same!" Jin Ling lifted her buttocks again, trying to push the already deep penis even deeper, and let out a long "Oh..." "Is it good?" "Mmm, very good." "Do you want to feel this good every day?" Zhou Song whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Jin Ling answered shyly, while lifting her buttocks up hard again. Zhou Song felt his penis had penetrated deep into Jin Ling's G-spot.

Zhou Song started moving, and with wave after wave of thrusts, accompanied by the gurgling sound of her juices, Zhou Song knew that Jin Ling had lost herself, so... "Tell me, you want to be a prostitute." "I want to be a prostitute!" Jin Ling said subconsciously as she moved with Zhou Song.

"Is your pussy a prostitute's pussy?" "Yes, my pussy is a prostitute's pussy, anyone can fuck it!" "How many men do you want to be fucked by a day?" Jin Ling didn't answer immediately, but instead grabbed Zhou Song's buttocks tightly, pressing down hard while simultaneously lifting her own buttocks upwards, before weakly saying, "Six." Zhou Song was also unusually excited. He knew that Jin Ling's answer was "calculated," not just something she said to agree with him. Two in the morning, two at noon, and two in the evening. He also knew that Jin Ling was both easily satisfied and difficult to satisfy. To bring her to her first orgasm, all he needed to do was use his mouth. But so far, in nine years, he had only given Jin Ling a second orgasm once, let alone a third. He hoped that this time would be the second time, so he thrust vigorously, constantly saying:

"I told you you're a slut, a whore, you like being fucked..." "I am a slut, a whore, I like being fucked, my cunt was born to be fucked by men... Ah..." Jinling arched her upper body, her head thrusting back forcefully. She reached her climax, gripping Zhou Song's buttocks tightly, as if trying to connect him and herself forever.

After a moment of calm, Zhou Song withdrew his still-erect penis and buried his head back into Jinling's crotch, which was smeared with vaginal fluid. He hoped to give her another orgasm.

Zhou Song carefully examined Jinling's genitals. The thick pubic hair was stuck to her mons pubis with vaginal fluid, her grayish-black labia were turned outwards, and her bright red vagina was still open, but vaginal fluid could still be seen flowing out of the opening. The pungent, fishy smell of the vaginal fluid was overwhelming.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked on her vulva, as if kissing her, sticking his tongue into her vagina and sucking continuously… The afterglow of her orgasm had just passed, and Jinling, panting, looked at Zhou Song's head, a surge of passion rising in her heart—that hole had just been fucked by him, yet it was still so carefully "cared for"… She couldn't help but recall the conversation they had just had, those conversations were too stimulating for her, but also too unbelievable… The TV program continued, five black men were still using their huge penises (almost as thick as the yellow-skinned woman's forearm, two-thirds the length of her forearm) to take turns fucking the Asian woman, but her vaginal fluids weren't as plentiful as Jinling's… Jinling watched the video, and a feeling of itchiness rose in her heart again, which once again reminded her of the conversation—I am a slut, a prostitute, I like to be fucked… Jinling thought, if she were that woman in the video—this thought made her groan again, and her hands involuntarily pressed down on Zhou Song's head… The second wave of activity unfolded in the discussion of Jinling's flesh and blood.

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