Chapter Two of The Limits of Cuckolding

Chapter Two: The "Illness" of the Zhao Family Women
After the outburst, all that remained in my heart was pity for Ying'er and self-loathing, yet also a feeling of having found a new pastime.
The novelty was like that of a child, especially seeing Ying'er's little mouth full of semen and her bullied expression...
It was the first time I gave Ying'er oral sex. I looked at her flushed face with embarrassment and gently stroked her cheek.
He gently wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth. Unexpectedly, she tilted her head back, her throat moved slightly, and she swallowed the mouthful of semen...
He swallowed the liquid, then looked at me with a wicked grin.
"I know you guys all like watching this, right? I've seen the VCDs in your drawer."
I almost fell off the bed, but then I realized, oh right, I had hidden the first two or three pieces in the dictionary.
Inside, it had gotten to the point where half a drawer was full, and I was too lazy to hide it anymore, especially after I discovered that Ying'er never hugged me.
I have resented it.
What worries me is what she's been watching, especially since my tastes have become increasingly extreme, including some very graphic films.
I don't want Ying'er to think I'm a pervert...
"Oh, which area are you looking at?" I asked her casually.
"I've seen them all," Ying'er said with a mischievous grin.
(Damn) I cursed inwardly. I should have known better than to deal with that batch of aesthetically pleasing photos; at least those looked okay to me.
It's fairly normal, but unfortunately, I changed into a whole series of outdoor exhibitionism and being fucked in front of my husband. Oh, and the hidden...
I vaguely remember a few videos featuring deep SM and bestiality. If Ying'er has even seen those, I really want to find her...
It burrowed into the ground.
"Does it look good?" I pretended to be nonchalant but kept waiting for Ying'er's reaction.
"Japanese people are so perverted... Do you like that kind of thing too?" Ying'er seemed a little embarrassed.
"No, no, it's not that I like everything, I just wanted something new, actually I..." Ying'er noticed my hesitation.
"Awkward, you interrupted me." Don't overthink it, I... I didn't mean to blame you. I know guys are...
You're fickle; we've been together for so long and you've only ever had me as your woman. I'm already very content. Actually...
I'm not against these things, as long as you like it, I'm willing... willing to try... Actually, sometimes I am too...
…
I hugged Ying'er tightly again and whispered in her ear, "I know, I know, go to sleep."
"We still need to buy train tickets first thing tomorrow morning," I knew Ying'er cared more about my feelings.
It often leaves me at a loss.
We were both exhausted after a whole night of fussing and turning. Ying'er gradually fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn't fall asleep anymore.
Thinking back to when I first met Ying'er, her background, and my family, a flood of thoughts came to mind.
The film's fragments flashed by, scene by scene. Ying'er no longer had a home; she had made me her home, and I...
My family was practically defunct long ago; my mother discovered my father was having an affair when I was in junior high school.
She had insisted on divorce, but it was her mother's tolerance and wisdom that saved the family.
From then on, my mother stayed by my father's side constantly, helping him manage his business, and she could only stay at home for a few weeks each year.
I was sacrificed by them like that. It was only Ying'er's appearance that made me feel what it meant to come home every day, to return to a place...
A home that feels alive. I looked down at Ying'er; she was also only 20 years old, just like me, in the prime of her youth.
Ji, and the question I ask her most every time I meet her is, "What are we having for dinner?" She bears so much that doesn't belong to her.
At her age, I sometimes don't know how to bear the burden of her family, or how to repay her feelings for me.
After an overnight train ride and a half-day bus journey, Ying'er's mother's home was much farther away than I had imagined.
But even more distant was the reaction of Ying'er's mother when she stood before her—a reaction that could only be described in four words: expressionless.
expression……
This small building in the southern town holds Ying'er's painful memories. I dared not ask too many questions, afraid of stirring up her troubles.
She only occasionally shared her memories with me when she wanted to vent. We didn't need to worry about the funeral arrangements; she...
It's well-maintained. Judging from the size of his house and the antique furniture, you can tell this isn't your average small town.
Each household had a television in one of its rooms. Ying'er said that during holidays, when the county town would record programs, they would also need to...
I borrowed a video camera from their family.
Ying'er and her mother didn't talk much; they only went to the kitchen to help with cooking at mealtimes.
We stayed at her house for two or three days, and were incredibly bored. This county town was practically isolated from the world; the people here...
Their only form of entertainment was sitting in a teahouse and chatting.
Ying'er is busy receiving people who come to offer condolences at home every day, while I can only sit alone with a large table of people.
Men, women, and children mingled in the teahouse. Gradually, I noticed that most of their conversations were risqué, not about anyone's family or property.
The old woman kicked her husband off the bed. It's because someone went to seduce a woman in town, and there were many like Ying.
It is related to the child's mother.
"Old Duan didn't live his life in vain. In his last few years, he even managed to have a beautiful wife. I never had that."
"It's fate."
"Heh, he not only slept with the older beauty, but he didn't even spare the younger beauty, the mother and daughter who had just married into the family."
Every night, I could hear the moans of those two little sluts from behind the wall of my house, and that old man...
Even during the day, they wouldn't stop causing trouble; they were still messing around in his yard.
"How did you know? You old codger, you've learned to climb walls too, hehehe."
"Fine, then don't come to my room again to listen to that old whore moaning."
"No, please! I'll apologize to you, okay?"
I was stunned. I pulled my hat down low and slowly moved closer, sitting down at the table next to the two old men.
"You know, that old bitch still moanes all the time. Oh, right, there's something else I should tell you..."
Don't worry about it. Remember that gap in the back wall where we used to eavesdrop? I've always wanted to get rid of those pieces of wood that were in the way.
I managed to pry open the wall bricks, but the old Duan family's house was built so damn solidly that I couldn't budge it even after several months of trying.
Guess what? A few nights ago, I discovered that old bitch was moaning in heat again. I climbed up the back wall and saw a light shining through.
Someone pried open that brick, and when I looked inside, oh my god, the old bitch was moaning and groaning while using a…
"A big stick is inserted into his own cunt"
"What's even more shocking is that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings and high heels, with two large holes in her chest."
Her breasts were sticking out and jiggling, and the funniest thing was seeing that piece of fabric on her bed...
The hole in the wall was pried open by this slut herself; she clearly did it for me to see, and that's when I realized why she specifically targeted me.
"There's a lamp shining on my wall, illuminating my own slutty pussy, it's for my benefit, hahaha."
"Damn, this slut, the old man's body's not even cold yet and she's already looking for someone to fuck... Let's go again tonight."
..."
I got up and left the teahouse, my mind still unsettled. Could it be that my fantasies from the other day were about that old geezer?
The dream that lingered in my mind revealed a completely unfamiliar side to Ying'er, and her mother as well...
During dinner that evening, I glanced at Ying'er's mother a few more times; she was a woman in her forties from Jiangnan, but she looked absolutely stunning.
She's only 30; she must have been a stunning beauty in her youth. Compared to Ying'er's youthful radiance, she possesses a different kind of mature tranquility.
Her beauty, coupled with a somewhat aloof and unapproachable air, made me realize my rudeness only after Ying'er glared at me.
Alright.
As soon as I got into bed that night, I started to get restless. Ying'er, as always, obediently went along with me, panting heavily.
I was very excited, probably because this was the first time in a while that I had taken the initiative to approach her body; I had experienced it a few nights ago.
Ying'er, who was enjoying the taste, bent down to suck my penis, but I grabbed her.
"Come on, I'll show you something," I said, helping Ying'er put on her pajamas and pulling her off the bed without another word.
After passing through the dimly lit corridor, we arrived at the back room of the courtyard, which was Ying'er's mother's room.
"What are you going to do?" Ying'er asked me warily.
"I overheard some people at the teahouse this morning making plans to come and harass your mother tonight. Let's stay here and keep watch."
"Don't let your mother find out." The faint moonlight shone on Ying'er's face, and I could vaguely see a hint of embarrassment in her.
"My mom turned off all the lights, let's go, you must have misheard."
Just as Ying'er was about to get up, the window of the room suddenly opened. I quickly scooped Ying'er up in my arms and crouched down by the window.
He then covered her mouth with his hand. Ying'er's mother slowly peeked out, looked around, and then closed her mouth again.
The window was opened, and then the lights in the room came on.
I slowly helped Ying'er to her feet and noticed a fairly large gap in the window. Through the gap, I could see...
A voluptuous young woman stood naked on the bed, fiddling with something against the wall.
"Let's go back quickly, I beg you!" Ying'er couldn't hold back any longer, but how could I let this opportunity pass?
What a great opportunity!
"Wait a little longer. If no one comes soon, we'll leave." Ying'er was held in my arms and couldn't move at all.
When her mother moved the money-making machine down from the bedside and pulled out a dark, murky object from beside the bed, placing it between her legs...
Ying'er knew what her mother was going to do. Although I had imagined this scene countless times, this was the first time I had actually seen it in person.
It was a little awkward, especially since it was a talent show and she was my mother-in-law. Ying'er had already closed her eyes.
After a period of mechanical movement, her mother pulled out that thing, got up, turned on the TV, and then put in a videotape.
After the video camera was taken, what we saw next completely changed my relationship with Ying'er...
Ying'er seemed to realize something and tried desperately to break free from me, but everything happened too fast and it was too late.
The image shows two naked women bound hand and foot, emitting lewd moans in different tones.
A middle-aged man with a large belly was inserting and withdrawing his hands into the vaginas of two women.
Ying'er's tears soaked my arm, making me realize she was biting my sleeve and sobbing, her mouth...
She murmured, "It's over, I'm finished, you won't want me anymore..."
At this moment, lewd sounds filled the room: moans from the video, Ying'er's mother's cries of pleasure, and the black object entering.
The sounds of her vagina rubbing together created an exceptionally lewd scene.
"Old men, I know you've been peeping at me from over the wall. Do you like this slut of mine?" she said.
The mother spread her thighs wide, and the black thing was inserted all the way in.
"Oh...oh...it feels so good..." Ying'er's mother lifted her buttocks and slowly moved her genitals toward the hole in the wall.
"Come on, you old man, shoot it into me, shoot it into my pussy, I want to eat your cum..." A stream of white semen appeared from...
It shot into the hole, covering her breasts, lower abdomen, and genitals with a large patch of viscous liquid.
"Old man, you brought your son, huh? You've ejaculated so much!" She slowly scraped the semen from her body into her hand, raw...
Afraid of missing a single drop, they sucked it into their mouths bit by bit through the hole in the wall, like sucking on jelly.
Ying'er's mother turned her head to look at the disgusting, pot-bellied man in the video, her eyes filled with jealousy. "Duan Lang,"
You loved messing with that little bitch when you were alive, and even after she's gone, you still want me to wear her clothes and have sex with you. See?
My slutty pussy isn't unwanted. Look what I've smeared on my body—it's some wild man's semen.
"Ah... Duan Lang... come and mess with me... Ah... you're dead... I'll be the town's slut now..."
…I want all the men in town to fuck me…fuck my cunt raw…ah…I’m coming…”
I instinctively pressed Ying'er down beneath me, pulled out my throbbing penis, and shoved it into her mouth.
Inside, he grabbed her hair with his right hand and moved back and forth several times, ejaculating a large amount of semen into Ying'er's mouth.
Ying'er's face was covered with tears and semen, and she spat a mouthful of semen into her mother's window.
Once I regained my senses, I realized how utterly despicable I had been, and I was filled with remorse. I picked up the still-growing baby...
Sobbing, Ying'er ran back to our room.

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