The Comedy of Wife Swapping (Li Ming's Episode) (1-2)

【The Comedy of Wife Swapping】(Li Ming's Story) (1-2)
The Comedy of Wife Swapping
Author: adsss
(I)
My name is Li Ming, and I've been married for a year. My wife's name is Su Qin. I met her after I started working. We dated for two years, fell in love, and got married. She is slim with particularly full breasts. One day this spring, I came home from work in the afternoon and found her alone at home, reading a letter. When she saw me, she hurriedly put the letter away. I asked her who the letter was from. She blushed and stammered, replying that it was from an old friend. Of course, I didn't believe her, because I know her very well; she's a very simple girl who blushes easily when she lies.
I didn't press her for details, because everyone has the right to privacy. Before I met her, I had several relationships. The girl who moved me the most was named Xiao Yi. We were once very much in love, but due to a twist of fate, she went abroad, and our communication gradually stopped. I often dream of being in love with her, but I have never told Su Qin about it, and I don't know anything about her past experiences. On our wedding night, I was overjoyed that she was still a virgin, so I figured she probably hadn't had many relationships before.
That night, I noticed she seemed restless. Thinking I was asleep, she left the bedroom and sat on the sofa for a long time, sighing deeply. Through the crack in the door, I saw tears welling up in her eyes, and a thought struck me—it might be related to
the letter I'd received earlier that day. The next day, while she was out running errands, I found the letter. I was quite shocked when I read it. It turned out she had also had a deeply passionate relationship; she'd been dating a classmate for five years. The letter revealed his name was Xu Zhiming, and I vaguely pieced together the story.
That Xu guy (I felt a surge of jealousy) went to study in the US during his senior year and even got married there. What shocked me most was that his wife was named Lan Haiyi, from Beijing. Wasn't my ex-girlfriend also named Lan Haiyi? Could it really be her? Then I read on—it was a cruel twist of fate. Xiao Yi's father owned a precision optical instrument company in the US and was very wealthy. Yes, it was her.
In the letter, he confided in Xiaoqin about his unhappy marriage. Xiaoyi could never forget her first love, and the two had always been estranged despite sharing a bed. He was going back to China next month, partly to see her and express his longing, and partly to take care of some business there. He begged Xiaoqin to give him a chance to clear up the misunderstanding from years ago, and then he would leave forever with his unwavering love for her.
I was furious, but also amazed by the strange twists of fate, and I didn't know what to say. I was also curious about Xiaoyi's current situation, knowing that she still hadn't forgotten me, which only intensified my longing and endless yearning.
I put the letter back where it was, and after Xiaoqin returned, I didn't mention it again, secretly plotting my next move.
I left his email address in the letter, telling her to email him if she wanted to contact him. I installed hacking software on my home computer
to record all keystrokes. A week later, I discovered the letter Xiaoqin had sent in English, and I easily recovered it. The thing that had worried and tormented me finally happened: Xiaoqin wrote to him that she also wanted to see him and wanted to spend a night with him!
A night of "love" with him! This betrayal initially enraged me, but my anger was slowly replaced by a strange excitement: the thought of my beloved wife moaning and wanton under another man, being played with, actually gave me a sexual urge! How would the innocent Xiaoqin do it with him? The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
Xiaoqin's attitude also gave me a sense of revenge; I had to get in touch with Xiaoyi through him and rekindle my old romance with her. What a fucking pervert!
During that time, Xiaoqin often fell into deep thought, but she was still very good to me. It was clear that she still loved me very much. I wondered what would happen a month later?
One day a month later, a special guest came to our house. I came home particularly late from work that day and heard faint sounds of conversation. I opened the door and saw a dashing young man chatting with Xiaoqin on the sofa. My sixth sense told me that this person was Xu Zhiming. They tried to maintain a polite and courteous atmosphere, sitting quite far apart. I chuckled inwardly, wondering how Xiaoqin would lie to me.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoqin spoke without blushing this time: "Daming, come, let me introduce you. This is my old classmate, surnamed Xu, we haven't been in touch for a long time..."
"Xu Zhiming?" I smiled, extending my hand.
Both of them were stunned. Xiaoqin was quite surprised: "How did you know?"
I didn't say anything, just scolded Xiaoqin: "You sent Mr. Xu a letter on the computer and saved it. You're so careless. The subject was the first sentence of the letter: 'My dear,' I thought it was for me, so I looked at it.
" "Did I save it?" Xiaoqin was confused, her face flushed as she thought for a moment, then covered her face and ran to the bedroom to cry.
Xu Zhiming was very embarrassed: "I'm so sorry, I've disrupted your lives. I'll take my leave."
"Wait!" I stopped him.
Xiaoqin ran out nervously, tears welling in her eyes: "Daming, it's all my fault! Let him go! Hit me if you want!"
"Why would I hit Zhiming? He's your friend, and he's my friend too. No one's at fault, fate is at fault. I still want him to have a drink! Don't leave, Zhiming."
Xiaoqin looked at me suspiciously. I pulled Xu Zhiming, who looked uneasy and confused, and said to him, "You can't leave today. To be honest, you two knew each other first. Xiaoqin is my wife, and I love her very much, but I still have some dignity. You haven't done anything to wrong me. Even if you did… I love her so much, I would fulfill any wish she has."
"Daming, I'm sorry. I love you even more. You won't divorce me, will you?"
"Absolutely not! That would be too easy on this guy!"
"No, we can't do that. It would be too unfair to you."
I insisted that Xu Zhiming stay and drink at home. After a few rounds of drinks, the three of us chatted happily, all a little tipsy. Seeing that Xiaoqin and Xu Zhiming were gradually relaxing, I took their hands and linked them together: "I've had a similar experience. I know that first love is the most unforgettable. I'll step back for the next two days, Xiaoqin, don't worry. I love you very much too. I'm just stepping back for two days; I won't divorce you."
Xiaoqin blushed and glanced at Xu Zhiming with her head down, then looked at me guiltily: "What are you talking about?" Her expression was charming, her chest heaving, her figure alluring. Xu Zhiming was dumbfounded. It was
already very late at night. I looked at my watch; it was midnight. I asked Xu Zhiming, "Mr. Xu, where are you staying?"
Xu Zhiming shook his head, "I just got off the plane."
I said to Xiaoqin, "Prepare the guest room in a bit."
Xu Zhiming firmly said, "No, I won't stay in the guest room."
I said, "Okay, then you can stay in our bedroom, and I'll sleep in the guest room."
Xiaoqin playfully punched me, "Don't talk nonsense, or I'll get angry."
I smiled and said, "Then the three of us will sleep in the guest room?"
Xiaoqin's eyes were slightly flirtatious, "You really don't mind?"
I felt a mix of anger, jealousy, and excitement, a strange feeling. For some inexplicable reason, I pushed Xiaoqin next to Xu Zhiming, "Do you think I'd mind?"
Xiaoqin's body was flushed after drinking. It was early summer, and she had already taken off her coat, revealing her curvaceous figure, exposed arms, and a hint of her breasts. Because she was sitting cross-legged, her short skirt just past her knees, making her slender and full thighs alluring. Such a beautiful wife, just given away like that?
Xu Zhiming bowed to me and thanked me: "Brother, I... I will definitely treat her well these next few days."
Xiaoqin nudged him with her arm: "He hasn't even agreed to me yet!"
The two of them were actually flirting in front of me!
I didn't know what to feel, but I still smiled and watched them.
His hand gently rested on Xiaoqin's shoulder. Xiaoqin looked at my reaction, but I gestured to Xu Zhiming: "Don't be so stiff, it doesn't feel like lovers at all. How about this, you two are husband and wife now, and I'll be the outsider, okay? Sister-in-law?" That's how I addressed my beautiful wife.
Xiaoqin blushed: "You two are both bullying me."
Zhiming's hand began to wrap around Xiaoqin, and Xiaoqin began to lean towards him. After several rounds of flirting, Xiaoqin's body went limp, and Zhiming gently held her.
Xiaoqin glanced at me with lustful eyes: "Do we... have any condoms at home?... I'm currently... in my fertile period."
I added something to completely ease Xiaoqin's tension: "Xiaoqin, we're out of condoms at home today, just let him have his way."
"Then I won't let him get his fill!" Xiaoqin leaned seductively into his arms, her top already unbuttoned, her full, snow-white breasts barely concealed by her bra. His hands began to wander.
I felt a surge of anger, almost wanting to punch him. After calming down, I said to them both: "You should rest now, go back to your room."
Zhiming carried Xiaoqin's nearly naked body towards the bedroom, towards my and my wife's bed! My wife was just panting softly. Looking again, I was furious: Xiaoqin's skirt was already disheveled; it turned out that earlier...!
But then I thought: tonight Xiaoqin's body is at his mercy, this is nothing! Besides, Xiaoqin is in her fertile period today, and we don't have any condoms at home, so I hope she won't let him ejaculate inside her!
After he put Xiaoqin on the bed, he came back and closed the door and said to me, "Don't worry, I'll treat her well tonight, I'll make sure she enjoys a feeling she's never experienced before!"
I didn't move for a moment, and then I heard Xiaoqin's moans and cries of pleasure from inside the room! I was a little worried, so I sat down on the sofa in the living room to rest for a while, and then I heard the moans from inside getting louder and louder:
"Good brother, you...you're so bad...you can't...do this...it feels so good...slower...oh...how come you're going in so deep...I'm going to die..."
"You're playing with someone else's wife in their own home...how can you be so good! Ah...deeper...deeper..."
"How does it compare to your husband?"
"Compared to him...compared to him..."
I became concerned and listened carefully, but I couldn't hear what Xiaoqin was saying, I only heard Zhiming's smug smile. I closed my eyes and imagined: Xiaoqin's jade-like legs were spread apart and raised, letting that thick, fleshy penis thrust in and out. Her petals were already wet, and Xiaoqin and his semen flowed all over our bed. The guy was fucking her while playing with Xiaoqin's red and purple nipples with his hands and tongue. Xiaoqin's nipples were the most sensitive, and with the constant stimulation, Xiaoqin had already had several orgasms. Her teeth were clenched, her starry eyes were half-closed, letting that guy penetrate deep into her flower core.
Sure enough, Xiaoqin quickly cried out: "I'm coming... I'm going to die... I want you... I want..."
But I was still not too worried. Xiaoqin wouldn't let him ejaculate inside her. She was still a relatively rational girl, and I trusted her. Slowly, I fell asleep on the sofa.
This guy was really something, playing for more than three hours. The sound of Xiaoqin opening the door at night woke me up. I opened my eyes wide and saw Xiaoqin standing naked in the doorway, her face flushed, panting heavily. She was very panicked when she saw me. She was holding up her panties with one hand and covering her alluring private parts with the other. Her nipples were red, proudly erect, clearly still erect from his countless fondlings, indicating she hadn't yet reached orgasm. A few drops of white semen splattered on her lower abdomen. Looking at her inner thighs, I saw several streams of murky semen slowly flowing from her vulva.
"I'm sorry, I... I let him..."
"Don't say anything more. Didn't I tell you? Just let him play with you, it's okay."
I said, turning to go back to the guest room. Xiaoqin rushed over, grabbing my hand. "I love you, I... I'll go to the guest room with you."
I nodded in agreement. Xiaoqin blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I'll go clean up first."
I said no need, carrying her back to the guest room and tossing her onto the bed. Xiaoqin's legs hung limply apart, her genitals facing me. I saw, filled with jealousy, his milky white semen still flowing from the center of her swollen, red vulva—it was incredibly arousing.
I took off my clothes, hugged her, and asked, "How many times did that guy come with you?"
Xiaoqin's body went limp, her breath coming in short gasps: "Five or six times, I guess."
I touched her nipple with one hand and her private parts with the other; they were incredibly wet and smooth, covered in their love juices.
"Did he ejaculate deep inside you?"
Xiaoqin smiled at me: "Yes, he did it several times. And a few times, we both came together. My God! He really is..." She didn't notice my emotions, still savoring the moment.
"Aren't you afraid today is your fertile period?"
"As long as you're not afraid." Xiaoqin smiled mischievously.
I couldn't take the stimulation anymore, so I buried my head and licked Xiaoqin's private parts. The sour and astringent taste made me extremely aroused.
"No, don't do that... it's so itchy..."
I licked her red and swollen clitoris while inserting my fingers inside; Xiaoqin's vagina was filled with his semen. Xiaoqin twisted her body, constantly teasing me with her words: "Don't do this... I still need to keep his seed... You can't do this... I can't take it anymore."
Just as I was about to thrust in, the guest room door opened, and Zhiming walked in. He said jokingly: "Brother, you just said it yourself, Xiaoqin is my wife now, your sister-in-law. What you're doing is indecent!"
Xiaoqin smiled and nodded at me: "I'm so sorry, my husband came to see me, I have to go back." Then she whispered in my ear: "The person I love most is still you. After he leaves, you can play with me every day, all the time, okay?"
I sighed and gave them both a helpless bitter smile: "You two go."
Zhiming asked me again: "Brother, how about... you come over too?"
Xiaoqin smiled shyly at me, half expectant and half provocative, and said: "You two can have a big competition!"
She leaned weakly against Zhiming's chest, Zhiming touched her nipple with one hand and was working hard on her lower body with the other. As if responding to his movements, Xiaoqin thrust her chest forward, spread her legs slightly, and moaned softly as he made her. She gazed at Zhiming with affection, then parted her cherry lips, eagerly welcoming the entry of his tongue.
My God, is this my once innocent and virtuous wife?!
You two! I'll definitely rape his wife to death!
(Part Two)
Forty years later, I sat with my beloved wife, leisurely sipping tea in the sunset. We were both old, our hair now completely white. In our twilight years, everything had become less important, but the absurd comedies of our youth still brought a smile to my face whenever I recalled them. Fate had played tricks on us, but the power of passion had still managed to correct our destiny's mistakes.
"Old Lan, haven't we been in touch with Xu Zhiming for a long time?"
Xiaoyi raised her misty white eyes, staring at me, as if trying to pierce through the thick layers of time.
"Zhiming and Xiaoqin's child is quite successful. I heard he's now a manager at a travel agency, and they've bought another little spaceship. By the way, are you sure that child isn't yours?" I gave Xiaoyi a meaningful look.
Xiaoyi seemed to realize something, her fair face flushing slightly. "You two are really fooling around..."
I remember that night I still refused Xiaoqin's physical advances; passion only truly ignited the following night.
I don't know how many rounds they made after returning to the bedroom, but Xiaoqin changed the sheets the next day.
I prepared breakfast for them both in the morning. Xiaoqin came out of her room radiant, her face flushed when she saw me, and she smiled sweetly, as if she really were Zhiming's bride.
The day passed uneventfully. At dinner, we shared another toast. Zhiming and Xiaoqin joked around from time to time, but I just stared blankly.
"Xiaoqin, do you know what I was thinking when I ate this scallop? Li Ming, your scallops are so tender and juicy."
"Ugh, don't let your imagination run wild."
"Li Ming, you didn't make any soup tonight, Xiaoqin, you'll have to feed me some of your soup tonight."
"I'll make sure you're full." Xiaoqin's body heated up from his teasing. One of her fair legs playfully perched on his lap, her toes wiggling. I immediately thought of how Xiaoqin's feet would often straighten during intense orgasms, and I got hard. Should I be a third wheel again tonight? No way.
Xiaoqin looked at me, pouting her red lips: "Li Ming, Zhiming and I are inviting you tonight. If you don't come, we won't accept." Then the adulterous couple chuckled together.
I cursed inwardly, but nodded stiffly: "Yes, I'll definitely go."
Xiaoqin then stood up and, in front of us, took off her outer clothes, bra, and panties one by one, revealing her enviable figure. She then twirled like a model in front of us, laughing as she ran into the bedroom, singing a little tune: "Whoever climbs on first gets to taste first."
Zhiming and I exchanged a glance, and simultaneously started taking off our clothes and running inside.
I thought it was a fair competition, or perhaps Xiaoqin was biased. We both reached the bedside almost at the same time, but Xiaoqin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly rolled over and pounced into Zhiming's arms, the two of them naked and embracing.
"I touched it first," Zhiming exclaimed.
I yelled angrily. Xiaoqin was panting heavily because he was pressing against her private parts. She turned her face to me and said, "I'm his tonight. Your job is to help him and make me die."
Xiaoqin spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. I had no choice but to go over and support Xiaoqin's delicate buttocks.
"Husband, he... he's inside... mmm... so deep..."
I helped Xiaoqin sit down and lift up. Xiaoqin was having sex with him from below, but her upper body was receiving evenly distributed fluids. Sometimes she kissed him deeply, and sometimes she turned her face to kiss me comfortingly.
"Husband, I'm about to climax... it feels so good!"
Zhiming's penis began to grind against Xiaoqin's clitoris. Xiaoqin's cries aroused me greatly. I supported her with one hand and started masturbating with the other.
"Husband, you're my real husband... I love you... Give it to me... Shoot inside... My flower heart is all opened for you... Oh... I'm dying... Quickly scatter your seed inside..."
Xiaoqin screamed, pulled away from my hand, and held him tightly as she ejaculated. Zhiming also screamed, squeezing his semen deep into Xiaoqin's vagina, and I ejaculated at that moment.
They didn't separate for a long time, then Xiaoqin closed her petals, not letting a single drop of semen spill out, lay on the bed to rest for a while, and asked me, "Are you still able?"
I shook my head. I didn't expect this erotic scene to be so exciting; now I just want to be a spectator.
Zhiming climbed onto Xiaoqin's body, earnestly licking her nipples, ears, and smooth belly. Xiaoqin beckoned to me: "Husband, come here. What haven't you gotten today? Kiss me."
Then I kissed her lightly, like when we were first lovers. Her expression remained innocent and serene, but her pitiful moans and gasps weren't aroused by me. Her snow-white, translucent body, wet vulva, disheveled long hair, and slender, smooth legs now belonged to someone else.
I went over to kiss her, and Xiaoqin smiled at me, saying, "Right now, I just want him to play with me. I'm sorry to trouble you." Then she parted her legs.
Zhiming showed me his penis, covered in Xiaoqin's juices: "You can take a look."
I went over to observe carefully. His thick, long penis was teasing Xiaoqin's private parts, and her petals were still dripping with white, murky semen. He was about to penetrate her again!
Unexpectedly, he only moved on Xiaoqin's upper body, constantly biting with his teeth, gently pulling with his hands, and licking her tender glans with his tongue
. Those two fleshy parts seemed to have only just come to life since their marriage; her areolas were swollen, and her two small, red nipples stood erect, completely surrendering to their new owner. Xiaoqin's cries grew increasingly wanton: "Dear husband, come in quickly... I can't take it anymore!"
"Let me die... I'm yours... I don't love Li Ming, I only love you, okay? Come in..."
But he still didn't penetrate her, so Xiaoqin had to command me: "Good man, go beg him, let him play with your wife to death quickly... Hurry!" Xiaoqin pleaded with me, her chest rising and falling.
I didn't say anything, just went over and pushed his big buttocks forward. With a "plop," my penis was completely inside. Xiaoqin's head tilted back, another orgasm came, and she fainted.
That night, I was also exhausted. My job was to constantly help them both reach orgasm, as if it were natural. Xiaoqin repeatedly submitted to him, repeatedly betrayed me, declared she loved only him, and said she was ready to be played with by him whenever he wanted.
He ejaculated five or six times, and I ejaculated three or four times, of course, all outside. Besides touching her breasts, I couldn't do anything else.
At dawn, I left their bedroom. Zhiming was already fast asleep. Xiaoqin, naked, smiled and waved at me from the doorway: "Darling, don't be angry. Sometimes you can't take a woman's words seriously."
But sometimes you have to. I am an emperor who has lost his country and his wife.
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Thank you for the praise. Nothing else to say, keep up the good work, and "Zhiming Chapter" will be released soon.
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Note: Thank you everyone, I will try my best.
This is purely a playful piece. Life is short, and when I'm bored, I don't bother others. I just find my own enjoyment. Occasionally, I'm moved, so I typed this down casually. My typing skills are not comparable to those of masters; they are slightly inferior in style but slightly superior in flair, that's all.
It's called a comedy because later on, the couple, unable to have children, breaks up their marriage, and the loving couple ends their relationship. Although there are many twists and turns, they eventually become companions and grow old together. I plan to add more material later on, but a long story is impossible. Xiaoqin in the earlier part is an open-minded woman, while Xiaoyi in the later part is conservative, willing to betray her lover but remaining faithful to her husband until the end, which is a bit difficult. Haha, I hope everyone will give me more suggestions.
I originally planned to turn it into a Zhiming story immediately, but seeing that there is support, I will write another chapter.
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Unexpectedly, a few days later, Xiaoqin came back. She pouted, her little nose twitching, and stormed back to the guest room where I was staying.
"What does he think this is? Coming and going as he pleases? He even throws tantrums when he gets angry! I'll deal with him again!"
I quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did he make you angry?"
Xiaoqin said to me, "You don't need to ask. I just want you to hug me."
I gently hugged her. These past few days, my wife and I have been spending less and less time together. Even when Xiaoqin isn't making love during the day, she prefers to stay in his bedroom. They chat when they have nothing to do, reminiscing about the past and rekindling their romance. When she gets emotional, Xiaoqin looks at him with affection. At first, she would deliberately flirt in front of me, but now she avoids me and no longer hugs and kisses me in public. The three of us seemed to be guided by something, sometimes so close it was tense, sometimes so distant; Xiaoqin's feelings for him seemed to grow stronger every day, but lately she seemed to be increasingly attached to me. One day I realized that her deliberate declarations and performances stemmed from her worries about the future… Xiaoqin was pregnant with his child.
"Zhiming, if Xiaoqin aborts the child, you'll disappear from our family completely; if she gives birth, I'll leave. And what about your marriage in America?" I almost blurted out that I should just accept it.
Xiaoqin leaned against me silently; at that moment, Zhiming was just a stranger.
"She's coming back soon. I want to end things with her."
"Introduce me, let's get to know each other?" Xiaoqin said bitterly.
"Sure, but before the divorce, she can't know about me and Xiaoqin."
Since Zhiming had made this statement, Xiaoqin smiled happily. But since she was leaning against me so affectionately, I had to immediately suppress my smile and continue playing the victim. I knew that the woman who had told me yesterday that "Zhiming and I were just having a physical relationship, and that I was her true love" was now in the most difficult and awkward situation, and she needed my final help.
Dinner that day was particularly lavish, and our last meal was a special treat for a beautiful woman: my lovely wife, Xiaoqin. After discussing it with her for a long time, she finally reluctantly agreed.
After the main course, I said, "Zhiming, there's dessert today."
"Really?" Zhiming looked at the kitchen in confusion. "Where is it? I'll get it."
"One is a digestive wine, one is small cherries, and one is ice cream. They're all here." I pushed Xiaoqin towards Zhiming.
Xiaoqin twisted her body, pointing at me with her little finger with a half-smile: "You're only happy when your wife has been played with by other men!" Then, like a pear blossom in the rain, she looked at Zhiming with a shy smile, took out a bottle of red wine from under the table, filled our glasses, and said: "Whoever finishes this dish the slowest wins, and then we can have the next one." She took out a black cloth and had me blindfold her, then opened her red lips and pearly teeth, with an innocent smile, waiting for us to feed her.
Zhiming and I played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go first. I went first, took a sip of wine, and in my usual posture, opened my arms and wrapped them around Xiaoqin's shoulders, trying to transfer it to her little mouth. Then I immediately regretted it; Xiaoqin could guess it. She indeed readily accepted the wine from my mouth, but then giggled and used her little tongue to resist the entry of my tongue. I could only kiss her tastelessly for a while, cursing the little slut in my heart, and withdrew from her kiss.
Zhiming took only a small sip of wine, held Xiaoqin's slender waist, pressed his lips against her chest, and poured the wine into her mouth. Xiaoqin was quickly aroused by the kiss, their tongues entwined in a passionate embrace. I wondered how that small amount of wine had kept them drinking for so long. Later, I realized they were "treating each other" with saliva, constantly offering and enjoying each other's large gulps of "wine."
After a long kiss, I saw Zhiming's hand wandering inside Xiaoqin's bra. Because Xiaoqin had been excessively "favoritistic" for several days, showing absolutely no respect, I impulsively separated them out of a last shred of dignity.
Xiaoqin triumphantly announced that she had won second place, but because of her "special treatment" of her husband, I was allowed to move on to the next course.
Xiaoqin gently extended her jade-like arms, removing her outer garment, bra, and girdle, revealing her smooth, white breasts and her erect "little cherries." Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with desire, making Zhiming immediately want to pounce on her and take advantage of her.
"This dish is for both of you to eat at the same time. Whoever eats it the most artistically can eat the next one." Xiaoqin smiled and pushed him away, but then leaned into his arms, her eyes luring me with seductive glances.
I won first place on this dish because I ate Xiaoqin's most sensitive right breast. As I continuously swept, licked, gently bit, and pulled with my teeth, Zhiming was also secretly increasing his efforts. Xiaoqin couldn't control herself and moaned repeatedly. One of her small hands had already secretly reached into her forbidden area, pulling open her plain white dress and rubbing her already soaked shorts. What surprised me the most was that, it seemed like only a few days had passed, but Xiaoqin's areolas had grown much larger.
Although I was first, the previous dish was a favor to me, so we both went to the third dish at the same time.
Xiaoqin hesitated for a long time, unable to open her mouth properly: "The third dish is... is... ice cream. The winner of this dish is the opposite. The loser eats the ice cream. There's a time limit. It's not about who can eat more, but about..." Finally, Xiaoqin blurted out the words she found most difficult to say. Her voice trembled, her face flushed, and she blurted out the rules in one breath: "Whoever makes me lose control first within ten minutes, whose 'bad thing' can join the battle, and no condoms, you can ejaculate as much as you want..."
Zhiming pretended not to understand and deliberately asked, "So what kind of ice cream does the loser eat?"
Xiaoqin covered her bright red cheeks and said, "It's the ice cream that comes out of me and that person!"
She couldn't continue. She glanced at me: "These are all your recipes, how can I accept this! You might end up eating it again this time!" With that, she turned shyly and ran towards the bedroom. The dignity and kindness of a wife were completely defeated by betrayal and lust.
Just like last time, Zhiming and I rushed inside. Xiaoqin had already taken off her skirt and underwear, revealing her long, slender, white legs. Then, smiling, she bit the corner of her cute and charming shorts and bravely declared, "I'm going to hold on until the end!"
Zhiming and I blindfolded her together. I first parted my wife's beautiful legs, and the long-lost, decadent aura intoxicated me. In the dim light, I could still see Xiaoqin's peach blossom cave slightly open, with a few fine, milky-white droplets falling. I wondered which raindrops fell because of me, and which sweet desires were born for him. It was as if I had returned to our wedding night, and in my exploration, I had glimpsed the mysteries of life, feeling incredibly excited.
I slowly licked Xiaoqin's secret place with my tongue, occasionally gently poking at the center of her flower with my fingers, and a large amount of nectar began to flow from her petals. After a few minutes, Xiaoqin could no longer bear it. She pinched her two small nipples with her ten fingers, biting her panties with her small teeth, making muffled sounds that were hard to tell whether it was pleasure or discomfort, or both.
My long tongue leisurely swept across her clitoris, invading her vagina, sucking the nectar flowing from her. One hand occasionally lingered along her "fragrant path," stroking upwards. This combined attack from above and below made Xiaoqin moan and groan. I was truly satisfied!
After seven or eight minutes, Xiaoqin spat out the panties in her mouth, moaning with pleasure:
"So comfortable...whose tongue is so naughty...Oh God...don't go in...really don't go in...please...I want to hold on..."
Seeing that she couldn't take it anymore, I increased the intensity of my tongue, focusing intensely on her clitoris, making that cute little flesh swell up. Xiaoqin had already ejaculated a lot during one orgasm, but still insisted on not saying "please go in."
After ten minutes, I wiped my mouth and gave way to Zhiming.
In the third minute, Zhiming thrust his "bad thing" into the little wet vagina that could no longer hold on.
Since the competition was over, Xiaoqin pulled down the black cloth and let loose with him for a physical battle. I touched Xiaoqin's erect nipples, which he had been playing with. While she was panting as he fucked her, she laughed and said, "I knew you were the first. Actually, you're very good, but I just held back... oh... so you could have one more time... hehe... in a little while, we'll have so much milk, we'll eat it all up..."
I stared intently into Xiaoqin's eyes and said, "Xiaoqin, let me make love to you one last time."
Xiaoqin cried out to Zhiming, "My dear husband, fuck me to death!" while shaking her head at me, refusing, "No, I don't want to commit adultery."

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