The cheating wife - 5

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The student was already impatient. After we met, I insisted that he accept my money, so that I would
feel better, even though it was just self-deception. He was quite polite to me, perhaps because my situation moved him
. The tall, handsome young man got completely drunk on our first drinking session! However, when we said
goodbye , I still reminded him not to drink anymore these days. After shaking hands with me, he tightly
grasped my wife's hand and kept shaking it as if saying goodbye, until my wife probably felt pain from
his grip and pulled away. He still showed some embarrassment under the influence of alcohol. We saw him into a taxi and watched it
drive away.
My wife is no longer as anxious as she was at the beginning about sleeping with two strange men in a row.
I have also started to focus more on choosing the ovulation and implantation period with her. In the past few days, I have been
calling him him not to go out drinking and to be careful not to catch a cold, which makes him very angry.
Fortunately, he has endured it, perhaps because he understands me.
The day I had been waiting for finally arrived. It was impossible for me not to be nervous. Even though it was my first time, the
unease didn't seem to have subsided much.
We had dinner together, and after discussing it with my wife, we decided to stay in the only four-star
hotel in our area. We were mainly worried that the student might get carried away and cause us trouble later.
The three of us drank half a bottle of dry red wine, and our faces started to flush slightly. We took a taxi to the restaurant,
and once we got to the room, no one said much. My wife went to change and take a shower, while he and I sat on the bed in the bedroom watching
TV . I handed him a cigarette, and he lit it and started smoking heavily. The sound of running water filled the bathroom,
and the scent of shampoo and body wash gradually wafted out from under the bathroom door. Under the dim nightlight in the room, the two men, enveloped in
this languid fragrance, were each lost in their own thoughts. His eyes weren't on me, but he
kept glancing at the light shining through the bathroom door, only to quickly look back in the direction he was staring at.
After the door opened, my wife emerged, enveloped in a cloud of steam.
Her damp hair was slightly curled, and she looked even more alluring in the dim light. Wearing her favorite
silk nightgown, she walked quickly to the bedside with her head down, quickly lifted the blanket, and slipped
into the quilt that had been laid out beforehand.
I told him, "Why don't you take a shower too?" He replied that he had already showered, but I insisted that he shower again, convincing him that
a shower would improve his blood circulation and help him sober up. He finally agreed, but he dawdled while taking off his clothes, eventually
entering the bathroom in his thermal underwear. The sound of running water resumed. I quietly went to the bedside and gently smoothed her
damp hair, saying to her, "You should take the initiative later. It's too awkward between us." My wife nodded
and whispered, "You need to relax a bit too, otherwise, judging from his expression, he might back out at the last minute." As soon as she said this, I
panicked, afraid that all my efforts would be in vain.
When he came out after showering, he was still wearing his thermal underwear. Seeing him come out, I said, "Let me
shower ." So I went into the bathroom and left the water running, but did nothing.
I wiped the water off the bathroom mirror with a towel and looked at my face in the mirror, still flushed from the alcohol. Through the sound of the water, I could
faintly hear my wife saying something to him outside. Then his footsteps echoed on the carpet as he walked towards the
bed. Then there was silence, with only the background noise of the television.
I slowly turned the water down, but not completely shut it off. I knew it wouldn't be appropriate to go out now.
Then I heard my wife's faint voice again, followed by the thud of the mattress on the inner bed. "He's in bed!"
My mind immediately went blank. At that moment, I felt a heavy weight in my heart, like being pressed down by a mattress.
I suppressed my eagerness to get out and forced myself to stand in front of the black marble sink.
I pressed my ear against the door and could hear the two of them talking intermittently. His breathing gradually
became heavier, and I could also hear his wife making a few sounds of excitement and panting from inside. I guessed that his wife was starting
to guide him to "work".
The sounds of their moist lips slapping together rang out intermittently, and the creaking of the bed
became . Their rising emotions stirred my previously suppressed and heavy heart, and I
inexplicably began to feel excited. My penis stood erect, and the warm steam in the bathroom enveloped me,
making me feel even more dizzy.
My wife seemed startled by something in the bedroom, letting out a soft "Ah" that vanished in an instant. I thought
he had hurt her, so I turned off the tap. Sure enough, their voices became very weak. He was
clever ; he must have become gentle with my wife again. I turned the tap back on, and the sound of the water gushing out again masked
my complicated feelings and everything that was happening in the bedroom.
Unable to contain myself any longer in the sweltering bathroom, I quietly and very slowly opened the bathroom
door and reached out to fumble for the bathroom light switch on the outside. I slipped out of the bathroom.
The bedroom nightlight was on its dimmest setting, with only the backlight from the television casting a dim, flickering glow in the room.
To my astonishment, he was on top of my wife. Her two pale, shapely legs
were very conspicuous in the dim light, tightly pressed between his legs and stretched outwards. His white, firm buttocks were
moving vigorously up and down between her thighs. They were completely absorbed in this particular activity
. I stood quietly like a stake by the bed. My wife's still-damp hair
covered , and her two white breasts were held in the hands of that burly young man. They must have known I was
there, but they seemed to regard me as an empty void in their world.
After nearly ten minutes of mechanical movement, the boy finally lay on top of her. My wife spread her thighs wide and
tightly wrapped her calves around his waist, revealing the pillow under her buttocks. As soon as I saw the pillow, I
remembered the scene at home that day. The "sower" seemed to want to get up, but my wife's
tightly wrapped legs were no match for him. He stopped struggling and lay on top of her, as if he
had pushed the "syringe" that had pierced her body a little deeper. He stayed like this for about six or seven minutes
before my wife slowly spread her legs apart.
He straightened up, looked back at me, and then fixed his gaze on the pile of
clothes . He nimbly jumped off the bed, carefully covering my wife with a blanket. His limp
member in the shadows of his crotch bounced and swayed with his movements. He quickly put on his thermal underwear, then ran to the outer bed to get a sweater
and trousers. After tidying himself up, he didn't even take the cigarette I offered him and was about to leave.
I hadn't forgotten my promise, so I took out 500 yuan as "nutrition money." He repeatedly said no, but his wife on the bed
said, "Xiao X, you take it. Your brother will mind if you don't." He
thought for a moment , and finally accepted it. He said goodbye to my wife and me, unlocked the door, and quickly left.
I fastened the covers, went back to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp. My wife squinted at the light,
so I dimmed it a little. I lifted the blanket and began to examine the traces of the "sower." On the edge of the bed, a deep wet stain was reflected on
the snow-white sheet.
"He already came once, and I just helped him masturbate a few times with my hand before he ejaculated. I quickly caught it
with my hand and tried to smear it on myself, but it didn't work. It just got sticky everywhere
, so I let him put it in..."
"Why didn't you call me? I brought a syringe, you could have just sucked that stuff in and injected it back in
."
"He was so nervous back then, if you had interfered, it would have made things awkward for everyone, so I
made the decision . Actually, I just wanted to have a child as soon as possible..."
Whenever she mentions the word "children," I feel like I have no room to argue.
"But he really liked this. When he was penetrating me, he said to me, 'If I
give you everything, can you let me be your father?' I said, 'Yes, please don't leave anything for me. Give it all to
me. I need your good seed to bear fruit inside me. I will make you go from a boy to a real
man and a father.'"
Upon hearing this, I was aroused and buried my head between my wife's legs. Just moments ago, this place had been a
battleground , but now it had calmed down. My wife lay there quietly, her buttocks
raised high by a pillow, peacefully enjoying the semen that had just been ejaculated inside her. It had now liquefied into a warm, gentle stream
that flowed along her slanted vagina toward her warm, moist, and tender uterus.
It's really strange to think about it. Because of my impotence, my wife's vagina can be
entered by one strange man after another. I even hope that the reproductive secretions of those strange men will be violently sprayed into
my wife's originally hidden private parts. The semen of different men can enter the same woman's vagina.
Sperm groups carrying different genes will combine with an egg with the same genes. I look at
the soft flesh in front of me that seems both strange and familiar. I smell the charming scent that used to emanate from the entrance of this secret place.
Today, however, it is mixed with the scent of another strange man who has just left here.
Previously, only I could enter the soft walls of her vagina, but just a few minutes ago, another man's fleshy
pillar scraped against her tender flesh, pulling out and inserting it again. Now I know that no man in the world
, even those called "turtles," can match my feelings right now. I want to offer my wife to another man's "gun," and
let them thrust inside her, finally
shooting , while she lies there quietly enjoying
the thick, grayish-white, fishy-smelling bodily fluids that these men expel, which may forever cuckold me.
The more I thought about it, the more a different kind of desire stirred within me. I began to eagerly prepare myself, but
my wife refused. She told me she didn't want to be tired anymore and that we should just get some sleep. I thought about it and agreed. So,
while gently stroking her still-wet and lubricated opening, I placed my hand on her neck and rested it on my shoulder.
The couple, dreaming of a beautiful future, drifted off to sleep in this corner of the city.
She conceived as she wished this time. Some strong sperm of that boy burrowed into
the body of one of the beautiful eggs my wife released, and began to divide, develop, and grow vigorously inside her uterus. I often
joyfully imagine what the child to be born will look like. I have completely forgotten about the past.
Although I was once upset by a phone call from the boy who is actually the father of the child, after my wife told him that
she would let him see the child after it was born, he disappeared and remained silent.
As fate would have it, my wife contracted the flu when she was four months pregnant. Although it only lasted
three or four days, the serious advice and instructions of the doctor revealed that there might be residual
flu . This disease has no effect on adults, but it is terrible for a three- or four-month-old fetus, causing
irreversible and lifelong diseases such as deformities and cerebral palsy. In the end, with no choice and after weighing the pros and cons, we had to terminate the
pregnancy that we had worked so hard to conceive...
I told my grieving wife that this child might never have been meant for us, and that we should forget about it and that we could
"continue" our relationship. My wife, with tears in her eyes, asked, "Doesn't your heart ache?"
I said, as long as you can have a child, I don't care about anything else.

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