Springtime Across the Pacific (My Wife's First 3P Experience) (03-04)

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The author has changed his name again! (Part 3) W is actually a master storyteller. Perhaps when I was present, he was mindful of my feelings and didn't dare to touch my wife inappropriately, and his language was slightly more civilized. Now, with only the two of them in the room, he completely let loose. In addition, holding my wife, his beloved goddess, he could kiss, touch, and even slap her buttocks with his big penis at will, and my wife would always respond with screams or moans. This must have given him a lot of inspiration. My wife later told me that the stories W told about his childhood and his experiences with Xiaoru after marriage were things she could never have imagined. I was fortunate enough to listen to the whole story intermittently outside the door, accompanied by my wife's moans and the occasional "slap slap" sounds of the two of them having sex. W's hometown is in the countryside of a city in Jiangxi Province. Although his father had a rural household registration, he did not work in the fields. Both he and his mother were primary school teachers. W's mother's family was in Beijing. Back then, as an educated youth, she had no background. When the mass exodus to the city took place, she stayed in the countryside, married W's father, and had W. My mother was fair-skinned, elegant, and taller than almost all the women in the village. From a young age, she was W's goddess, and the object of all the men's affections. Sometimes, when visitors came to visit, and only my mother and young W were home, those men would openly scan her body from head to toe with their eager, almost tangible gazes, sometimes lingering on her chest, sometimes on her buttocks, and sometimes staring blankly at her face. Whenever this happened, my mother would blush and whisper to the visitors, "Uncle, should I go find Old Wang and bring him back?" The visitors would always awkwardly say no, no, and then flee in a hurry. "Your mother is so beautiful!" my wife asked. "Yes, some women are stunningly beautiful, while others are so beautiful they evoke pity. How to describe my mother's beauty? It leaves one feeling wistful." W said, unusually serious. "My mother's family background was bad. When the educated youth returned to the city, no one helped her. Otherwise, her situation would definitely be different. However, her refined manners are inherited from her family." "Ying, your temperament is somewhat similar to my mother's." As he spoke, W tightened his arms around my wife's waist, his right hand reaching behind her to her buttocks, scratching a few times, then pinching her labia minora. "Hmm, how annoying... You wouldn't do that to your mother, would you?" My heart skipped a beat. My wife had lost her temper and actually asked such a question. Her usual gentleness and refinement couldn't withstand W's teasing. "..." After a moment of silence, W said resentfully, "No, but I've seen it." His tone was like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away. W's father had many brothers and cousins; he was the fifth in his family. One of his cousins, whom W called "Second Brother," was a notorious good-for-nothing in the village. In the 1980s, this Second Brother slaughtered pigs and sheep, earning some money, but instead of supporting his family and building a career, he just loafed around. At the time, rumors circulated about him having affairs with several widows and married women. He spent all his earnings on women. W's second uncle was also a compulsive gambler; when he was in debt, he was often seen with bruises on his face and around his eyes. Relatives all kept their distance. Only W's family was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see him destitute, often helping him out. But as time went on, even his mother began to complain. That year, W was nine years old. It was a summer afternoon; both his parents were on holiday. His father went to play chess with a familiar friend, and W took a nap on a mat in the main room. Mother, being a clean person, took a bath while no one was around, dressed very lightly, and sat down to cool off inside. W was actually awake when Mother sat down, but he didn't want his mother to know, because she would tutor him if he woke up. W pretended to be asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness. Just then, he heard adults talking; W recognized his second uncle's voice. "Fifth sister, isn't Xiao Wu home?" his second uncle asked sheepishly. "He went to play chess at the west end," Mother replied dismissively. "Hmm, hmm... Fifth Sister, lend me some more money, just this once." "Second Brother, I've never said no before. But you have to understand us. Little W is in school, and the family's food and clothing depend on our salary—the school hasn't paid us for three months." "Sister, please save me, they said they'd cut off my hand this time. 500, just 500. I'll kneel down for you." Saying this, this rogue second uncle actually knelt down in front of his mother, one hand around her leg, the other pretending to wipe away tears. His mother was only wearing a very short skirt, and her white legs were thoroughly ravaged by his rough hands, his wrinkled, ugly face sniffing at her crotch. "Second Brother, what are you doing, sigh..." His mother was embarrassed and at a loss. "I have some spare money saved up, here you go. Just this once! Let go!" His mother was soft-hearted, but she became firm in the end. His mother turned and went to the bedroom to get the money. My second uncle got up and followed me inside, grinning smugly, "My sister still loves me the most." W felt a chill run down her spine. The sound of a drawer opening came from the bedroom, followed by a few rustling noises, but she didn't hear her mother or second uncle speaking. W hesitated whether to get up, but then heard her second uncle say, "Xiaoman, you're so good to me."
"Let go, get out. I'll yell if you keep doing this!" "Xiaoman, please. Xiao W is sleeping, aren't you afraid he'll see?" Mom seemed quite wary of this. She only suppressed "hmm... hum..." without making a sound. The sounds of kissing, the rustling of clothes, and the mother's occasional "ah" followed by a tight silence. Nine-year-old W was at a stage of hazy curiosity about matters between men and women. "What is it that you're afraid I'll see?" he wondered, vaguely wanting to see for himself. He got up and quietly walked to the bedroom door, peeking through the crack. He saw his second uncle hugging his mother from behind, his hand slipping under her loose t-shirt, moving on her breasts. In this hot weather, his mother must not be wearing a bra. His second uncle was holding his mother's breasts! His mother's face flushed red with anger and tension, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her nose. "Xiaoman, my dear sister! I've wanted to pamper you for a long time. Among us brothers, Xiaowu is the weakest. You probably don't know how much fun this is!" "If you don't want Xiaow to see this, you'll end up like me, so you'll have to lie obediently in bed!" When the bribery didn't work, Second Uncle threatened her with Xiaow. Mom's legs, which had been standing like nails, loosened slightly. Second Uncle, a veteran of the pleasure quarters, immediately sensed it. He picked up Mom and almost threw her onto the bed. Mom hugged her legs and curled up. Second Uncle chuckled silently, gently spreading Mom's beautiful legs, his face flushed, and he approached the center of her thighs, sniffing around. "Xiaoman, I never thought a scholar like you would go without underwear." "Don't say that~" Mom pushed Second Uncle's head away. Her head had short hair, completely different from the parted hairstyle that Dad liked to keep. Soon, the sounds of splashing water filled the air, and Mother, seemingly in unbearable pain, occasionally let out a soft moan. "I've seen countless vaginas, but none like yours. Your labia majora are like peaches, and your labia minora are so plump, they'd be delicious to eat." "Mmm..." Mother couldn't help but moan again. Uncle turned and glanced towards the main room, and W quickly hid. Little W's heart pounded. He wasn't thinking of going in to stop it; firstly, he was afraid of embarrassing his mother, and secondly, he actually wanted to see what would happen next. Rhythmic creaking sounds began in the bedroom. W finally couldn't hold back any longer and once again peeked through the crack in the door. He saw that Uncle had pulled his pants down to his ankles and was on top of Mother, thrusting rapidly. Mother's face was filled with pain and disgust. She pushed Uncle's shoulders with both hands, preventing his mouth from reaching her face; she also squeezed her legs together tightly, as if trying to squeeze Uncle's penis out. However, it was all in vain. Uncle Er also noticed Mother's dislike for him. He grinned wickedly, changing the angle and frequency of his thrusts. Nine times out of ten, he only rubbed against Mother's vulva, but the last thrust was particularly forceful, often causing Mother's entire body to heave upwards from the edge of the bed, and Mother would involuntarily let out a soft "oh" or two. Finally, Mother's legs involuntarily opened and closed, tightly gripping Uncle Er's moving buttocks, her feet pressing against them and pulling him tightly against her body. Uncle Er smiled wickedly; he knew that this goddess had been conquered by him. He began to thrust forcefully and rapidly. "Mmm... mmm..." Mother's mouth was somehow covered by Uncle Er's mouth full of yellow teeth. Her arms involuntarily embraced Uncle Er's body. Perhaps stimulated by the kiss, Uncle Er quickly thrust deeply into the depths of Mother's flower path, remaining motionless. W suddenly realized that he had ejaculated; Uncle Er ejaculated for a full half minute. W quickly ran back to the mat and pretended to sleep. "Hehe, Xiaoman, you're so good!" "Get out!" Mother seemed to be crying. W wondered if her mother's crying, besides the regret of losing her virginity, was also due to hatred for her own body's reaction. Second Uncle left quickly. ———— At this moment, W said to his wife, "Ying, you're just like a younger version of my mother. Your pussy is just like my mother's. You know what? This kind of pussy looks even more beautiful from behind, that slit is so plump, but it can't cover the two labia minora." A soft rustling sound came from the guest room, a "smack," and "Ah!" his wife screamed. Then came the sucking. It turned out that at this moment, W had his wife lying on the bed like a dog, while he stood behind her, carefully observing his wife's honey pot, and finally took that honey pot into his mouth. His wife moaned. Outside the door, my penis got hard again. "Ying, can I call you Mom?" Outside the door, I felt like I was struck by lightning. Poor but lucky W found the shadow of his beloved mother in his wife. "Hmm," my wife said noncommittally to W's request. "Mommy! Mommy!" W cried out, slapping my wife's buttocks. The slapping sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night. "Ouch..." my wife actually responded with a soft "Ouch." W could no longer endure it. His egg-sized glans pierced my wife's wet and glistening flower path. I seemed to hear that lingering "plop" sound from outside the door! I knew that my wife had been fucked by W again. This time, with the erotic stories W had told, my wife's body must have felt like that of a woman who had been deprived for a long time. I wondered if my wife was craving penetration, or perhaps she was longing to be penetrated, or perhaps she was craving to be someone else's mother! My wife was well-educated and conservative, and she had sworn to let only me touch her! I was glad that I had insisted on leaving the two of us alone in the room: my wife must have been happy. (IV) "Shadow, go wash up," W said, his hand gripping my wife's entire vulva. My wife remained lying face down on the bed, turning her head back with seductive eyes, saying, "I'm not going. You lecherous bastard, you'll definitely keep messing with me later." Saying this, she wiped her crotch with a nearby pillowcase and slipped under the covers. W chuckled and joined her. Under the covers, W's hands sometimes grasped my wife's breasts, sometimes gently caressed her vulva, and sometimes lingered on her body. My wife hummed comfortably, "You're such a devil in my life. Even my husband doesn't do this to me so brazenly." My heart skipped a beat. "This is nothing. My wife, Xiaoru, is really wild. I learned these tricks from someone." "
From whom?" My wife turned to face W, her eyes bright. "Guess?" W said. "How could I possibly guess?" My wife giggled, then suddenly stopped laughing, "It wouldn't be your second uncle, would it?" My wife was clever after all; W had let her guess, but she only knew two men who might be in Xiaoru's life. One was W himself, needless to say, and the other was his gambler and hooligan second uncle. "..." W was speechless, a pained yet feverish expression on his face, and he nodded slightly. Xiaoru was a true Sichuan girl. Her city was a place of mountains and rivers, a place of outstanding natural beauty, and the women there were beautiful. Of course, it was rare to see someone as tall as Xiaoru, standing at 168cm, which was what attracted W the most. After three years of pursuing her, W finally won her heart. Although they had lived together before marriage, and occasionally pretended a third person was present during sex, W still vividly remembered his wedding night with Xiaoru. That night, Xiaoru was particularly relaxed, and very wet; she was already soaking wet before W even began foreplay. "Ru, tonight we won't think about those celebrities or your colleagues, okay?" W's huge penis was inside his bride's honeyed vagina, his hand stroking his beloved wife's face. "Mmm, whatever you want," Xiaoru said shyly. "I miss my second uncle," W said. Xiaoru's body visibly trembled. W didn't think too deeply about it. "Mmm..." More honeyed fluid gushed from Xiaoru's pussy, her 33D breasts swaying in waves of white flesh with each thrust of her husband. W's eyes burned with desire. He grabbed Xiaoru's breast with his right hand and said roughly, "Has your second uncle touched your breasts?" "Yes, he has," Xiaoru replied. "Like mine?" "No, he's rougher. His palms are calloused, and they hurt my nipples so much. Ah..."
"You slut, why don't you just yell at him and leave!" W said bitterly, Xiaoru's image overlapping with his mother's in his mind. "He's holding my pussy, his arms are so strong. I can't push him away."
"Did you see his big, thick cock?" W began to pant even more heavily. "Yeah, thicker and longer than my husband's, and it's black." W's mouth went dry as he hoisted Xiaoru's legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting into his bride like a ram. Xiaoru's dazed expression and his mother's ashamed and humiliated expression alternated in his mind. A surge of bitterness, containing love for his mother Xiaoru and hatred for his mother and second uncle, a complex mix of emotions that rose from his chest to his tailbone, finally culminating in streams of semen shooting deep into Xiaoru's honeypot. After ejaculating, W slumped against Xiaoru's chest. Noticing her husband's strange behavior, Xiaoru tenderly stroked W's head, her mind replaying what had happened after the wedding, when she entered the bridal chamber and her second uncle secretly entered. What W didn't know was that the scene he had just imagined had actually happened that afternoon! Many days later, Xiaoru finally mustered the courage to tell her husband that her second uncle had indeed violated her! She didn't want to, but her second uncle was too wicked, choosing the wedding day as the target. Xiaoru, considering her own wedding, didn't want to cause a scene and leave regrets, so she endured it without crying out. W ultimately loved Xiaoru. Afterwards, he blamed himself, wondering if he had a cuckoldry complex, often inducing his wife to cheat on him, which might have led Xiaoru to be half-hearted when her second uncle assaulted her. Upon reflection, did his voyeuristic or cuckoldry thoughts stem from his childhood experience of peeping at his dignified mother being assaulted by his thuggish second uncle? Regardless, he felt less and less angry about what had happened, and more excited and expectant. After witnessing his mother being assaulted by his second uncle as a child, W became more concerned about his parents' marital life. Many times, in the dead of night, he heard his father's panting, sighing, and self-reproaching: "Man, I'm sorry..." And his mother would always cover his father's mouth with her small hand. "It's okay, go to sleep." That was not long after the summer when his mother was assaulted. That night, W had diarrhea and spent half a day in the toilet. While squatting, by the moonlight, he could see the entire courtyard. He heard footsteps approaching from the house door. Thinking it was his mother getting up in the middle of the night, he was about to tell her he was in the toilet when he heard the footsteps heading towards the main gate. He looked up in surprise and vaguely saw his second uncle's figure. The door opened and closed. Remembering the scene he had witnessed with his second uncle and mother last time, he was struck dumb. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and went back to his room, deliberately walking quietly as he passed his mother's bedroom. He heard the sound of running water coming from inside. Since his previous experience of witnessing lewd behavior, W had crammed a lot of knowledge about men and women. At this moment, he understood what had happened. "I didn't leave home until high school, and I lived at school for extended periods. Before that, whenever my father went to the county for meetings or business trips, I would always be awake at night. Countless times, I would lie in front of my parents' bedroom door, listening to the intense noises coming from inside. These were sounds my father and mother couldn't make when they were making love. And my mother's moans, her hysterical screams during orgasm, were also things my father couldn't provide. "My mother cursed my second uncle as a beast, while... oh... low moans. I've said before, W is a good storyteller. Look, he hasn't even used many vulgar words yet, just describing his mother's transition from passive to acquiescing in her affair, and his wife is already panting. "Hmm... your second uncle is so bad! He's really a big scoundrel."
"Yes, he's a complete scoundrel, a scumbag. He fucked my mom, so many times. Logically, I should hate him. But sometimes I'm grateful to him because he gave my mother pleasure. He's experienced, and well-endowed..." "Well-endowed?" the wife asked doubtfully. "Didn't you say he was poor and being chased by debt collectors?" "It's here, Ying, you're so cute." W must have grabbed his wife's hand and placed it on his penis. "You're so annoying!" I can imagine how shy his wife was. "How well-endowed?" After saying that, his wife immediately burrowed under the covers in embarrassment. "Hehe," W laughed, "Is mine bigger than Brother Li's?" The wife seemed to think for a moment and said, "It seems yours is a little bigger than your husband's, but that's not a big deal!"
"Yes, ours is nothing special. But Second Uncle's is really something else. His thing is at least twenty centimeters long, so thick that my mother can't even hold it in one hand." W said. My wife later told me that when she heard W say that, she wondered what it would feel like to have such a thick thing inside her vagina. At that moment, her vagina felt wet. "When we went upstairs just now...did you like it?" W asked, referring to the time he was carrying my wife and fucking her as they walked upstairs. "..." My wife probably gave a barely audible "hmm." "That's what I learned from my second uncle. It was a moonlit summer night. My second uncle, caught up in the act, carried Mom out of the bedroom and into the living room. Held in his arms, Mom was clearly overwhelmed with pleasure. She leaned on his shoulder, one hand covering her mouth, the other gripping his back, her nails digging deep into his dark flesh." While fucking Mom, my second uncle said, "Xiaoman, you're so slutty. Is it true that the more beautiful a woman is, the slutner she is? None of the married women I've been with are as wet as you. Xiao Wu can't satisfy you, can he? You slut! You wouldn't let me have you that time. Now you're begging me." Mom opened her tightly closed eyes, glancing worriedly at my bedroom. I quickly took a step back through the crack in the door.
"My second uncle understood, but instead of slowing down, he used the hand supporting my mother's buttocks to toss her high into the air. My mother gasped in surprise, then realized that her buttocks, in freefall, landed back on my second uncle's large, rough hand. And throughout the entire process, my second uncle's huge penis never left my mother's vagina!" "Watching this violent sex, my penis became incredibly hard. I saw my second uncle fucking her like this for a while, thrusting five or six times before tossing my mother high. Soon, my mother mumbled something, then her whole body tensed—she had an orgasm. But my second uncle didn't let her go, leaving her sprawled on the sofa like a pile of mud. My mother was already completely..." Powerless, she could only prop herself up on her knees and thighs, letting her second uncle do as he pleased. "My second uncle used his big, rough hands to pull at my mother's genitals, holding his huge penis, standing behind her, and with a little force, the purplish-black glans, followed by the thick shaft, entered my mother's honeyed cunt. He gave my bedroom a deep look and began to fuck my mother wildly. "Did you submit! Will you listen next time? Do you dare to refuse me like last time? You slut!" My second uncle deliberately insulted my mother. My mother was already in a daze, almost unconscious, and murmured, "I won't dare, as long as Fifth Brother isn't here, Second Brother, come here." "Come here for what? Second Uncle won't let my mother go." "Come fuck me!" "Slut! Call me 'Daddy'!" "Daddy!" My mother burst into tears. "So this is what Second Uncle forced my mother to call him before he ejaculated." —————— "Your second uncle is a real donkey!" my wife gasped, clearly aroused. "Women like it, right?" "Your mother is quite lucky." I never imagined my wife would envy W's mother. Just because his mother was repeatedly brought to orgasm by his second uncle! I couldn't help but understand my virtuous and elegant wife a little better. "You're lucky too! Or you could be lucky," W said. I heard a sound of someone getting up. Then I heard my wife's soft voice: "Ah, what?!" "I'm going to fuck you like my second uncle fucked my mother." Outside the door, listening to the sounds of slapping inside, I imagined my beautiful wife being held in W's arms, her honeyed pussy being violently penetrated by W's cannon. Fortunately, I had witnessed it once before going to sleep, so this time the imagination wasn't difficult. The difference was that this time my wife had been aroused by W, and she no longer suppressed her feelings and moans. I had never seen my wife moan and cry so loudly before. "Fuck me! Ah..." "Can I let my second uncle fuck you?" "Yes, I can. His cock is thick, I like thick ones." "It's in! My second uncle has fucked your fat cunt!" "I love it, I'm so happy! It's really thick, there's no gap! Fuck me harder!" "Does your husband know you're being fucked by my second uncle?" "No, don't let him know. Ah..." The wife's moans became intermittent due to W's thrusting. "Ying, I'll take you to my hometown, that way you can really be fucked by my second uncle. Like Xiaoru, she's staying at my second uncle's farmhouse inn in China!" "Yes... okay! Ah..." The wife was already lost in thought. "Call me!" W roared. "Daddy!" The wife succumbed once again. [Last edited by xiawuqing] Night Star Chen Gold Coins +8 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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