My wife is an AV actress (1-4)

My Wife is an AV Actress
Published on 2014/06/05 in: Spring in the Courtyard
(Part 1)
I was sitting alone in the chairman's office for half an hour. My older brother, who hadn't come home last night, was still nowhere to be seen. I sipped the coffee brought by my beautiful secretary and idly admired my brother's antique ornaments. Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from outside the door. The voice preceded the person. It was my older brother. "Hahaha, sorry, sorry. Half a year is too long. I completely forgot to pick him up from the airport." My brother pushed open the door. "Brother." I went up and hugged my brother. It had been half a year since we had seen each other. As expected, my brother was covered in women's perfume. That was why he forgot to pick me up from the airport and hadn't come home. But I was used to it. "Hahahaha! How was it? Did you relax enough? Did you have a good time with those golden cats?" My brother patted my shoulder hard. Half a year ago, I took an extremely long vacation because of too much work pressure. Our company is basically a family business. Since my brother, who's in charge, strongly supports it, other relatives can't object, so my leave request is perfectly legitimate.
"Brother, I got married."
My brother had just pulled me to his VIP seating area and made me sit down when he heard this, looking completely bewildered: "What did you say?"
"I said I got married. I met a girl in France, and we got married in Rome two weeks ago."
My brother stared at me dumbfounded. At that moment, his beautiful secretary, Xiaowen, entered with a cappuccino, his favorite drink. As soon as Xiaowen put down her cup and saucer, my brother's right hand patted her round bottom and pinched it: "Xiaowen, Guanjie said he got married. Your plan to woo the general manager is going to be stillborn!"
Xiaowen glared at my brother, her face flushed. Actually, everyone in the company had suspected that she and my brother had been having an affair, but they were usually very restrained in public. This sudden move surprised even me.
"The general manager got married? A lot of people across Taiwan are going to be crying their eyes out tonight!" Xiaowen winked at me. "Don't cry, don't cry, you still have me! Let me wipe away Xiaowen's tears tonight!" As he spoke, my brother's hand reached for Xiaowen's shapely buttocks again. Xiaowen laughed and ran away, hiding by the door, saying, "Even if I wanted to make the chairman happy, I wouldn't dare make the wife angry!" My brother glared at her, blowing his beard and staring as she slipped out the door. Actually, my brother isn't married yet; he's a standard billionaire bachelor. However, he has a girlfriend he's been dating for ten years. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, his "official" girlfriend's position remains unshaken.
No matter how many socialites or movie stars she's involved with, they never stay connected for more than a month, and once it's in the news, she immediately breaks off the relationship—a tried and true method. There was once a big star in the film industry who, relying on her high profile, wanted to challenge the wife. She frequently went to the media to expose her relationship with the older brother and assert her dominance. The older brother not only immediately cut off all contact with her, but also indirectly caused the star to be unable to work for two years. The sister-in-law had no glamour or background; she was just a simple woman who took on some interior design work sporadically. But once you met her, you would know that she was not simple at all, and you would understand why the older brother couldn't bear to let her go
even if he didn't marry her. "Come on, tell me what your sister-in-law is like." The older brother took a sip of coffee. ********** ... Emotional burdens are too troublesome, especially since the influence of political marriages has become more pronounced after my brother and I took over the family business. Judging who is beneficial and who has ulterior motives is a trivial matter that completely kills my interest.
But I'm not averse to women. During my eight years of single life, besides meeting with the "Tenth Princess," I was a regular at various hotels and entertainment venues. My brother often jokes that I don't play with the many free personal toys willing to offer themselves at the company, but instead waste money on public restrooms. But for me, satisfying sexual desires openly and honestly is the simplest thing. Unexpectedly, over time, my ability to easily chat with women has also deteriorated beyond purely business interactions. My everyday social skills—flirting and chatting with strangers—have almost completely atrophied. So, on this trip, apart from a smooth conversation with my sister in England, I encountered obstacles everywhere. Forget about golden cats, I couldn't even be considered a match for a woman like me who speaks Chinese and has black hair, simply because I stutter whenever a girl tries to talk to me, let alone try to strike up a conversation. Unexpectedly, I met her in France, experiencing the legendary love at first sight. Only then did I believe in love at first sight, and in the irresistible, overwhelming force it represents. She, like me, was a traveler, also fond of comfort, avoiding the arduous backpacking routes, staying in upscale hotels, enjoying fine food and leisurely time. I first met her in the hotel's lobby bar. Despite the dim lighting, she was breathtakingly beautiful. I ordered a drink for her, and she smiled, raised her glass to me, and downed it in one gulp. I don't know if it was my greedy gaze that moved her, or if the tip I slipped to the bartender was enough to speak well of me, but she actually came towards me with the third drink I had given her. Guided by the magic of love at first sight, I not only didn't stutter, but even my usual confident demeanor in the business world paled in comparison. Even though she had a beautiful Asian face, and we spoke in charmingly accented French, this was no challenge for someone fluent in six languages like myself. She was amused by me, drinking one beverage after another, while the bartender practically stood by our seats waiting to serve us. We chatted endlessly, about everything under the sun, rarely touching on our identities. It wasn't a conversation for a one-night stand; rather, identity seemed to be the least important thing to us. Like longtime friends, our interests were so similar, even our favorite and least favorite celebrities were identical. That night, I didn't go to her room, but instead helped her back, pretending not to see the meaningful look in her eyes. No rush, this woman is for me to have forever, no rush for this one night. All I knew about her background was that she was Japanese, a former actress, now retired from the stage for a relaxing trip. She didn't ask a single question about me. Without hesitation, I tested whether she was after my money or truly loved me. Because regardless, I was determined to have this woman. The next day, I launched a relentless pursuit, starting with breakfast delivered to my room, continuing with a Seine River cruise, flowers, and fine wine—a whole day filled with these gestures. But she didn't seem overjoyed by these activities or even the diamond necklace I gave her; at least not outwardly. She simply chatted and laughed with me as she had the previous night, making me feel completely at ease. If this was all an act, a ploy to get me, then I'd gladly fall for it. That night, we didn't return to the hotel. In the luxury yacht I'd rented, there was only one suite. "In these twenty-eight years, today is the most perfect day of my life," I said, looking at her breathtakingly beautiful face. She looked at me with deep emotion, wrapped her arms around my neck, and smiled, "You really know how to charm a girl."
I couldn't help but smile wryly, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I swear..." Before I could finish, she kissed me. "So what if you're charming her? What's the big deal? Why swear?" She glared at me with her alluring gaze.
I felt completely captivated by her, and I hugged her tightly, almost frantically. "Be gentle," she whispered in my ear. How could I possibly resist? I pulled her onto the bed, my hands roaming over her body. She breathed softly, her small hands beginning to undo my belt. Hearing her seductive panting, I couldn't resist sealing her lips with mine, engaging in a real battle of wits with her tongue. Although I'd been single for eight years, I was used to dealing with women in the pleasure quarters, and I was no novice in bed. Unexpectedly, in the heat of our battle of wits, I was completely outmatched, as if guided by her tongue, letting her tease my mouth, unable to stop. As her tongue fueled my desire, my belt was thrown off the bed, my pants were torn open, and her delicate hands ventured deeper, beginning to play with my manhood. I let out a comfortable gasp; it felt so good. Her soft little hands seemed to possess a magical power, kneading me with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I felt like I was about to ejaculate right after starting to masturbate—a feeling I'd never experienced before, not even when I first tasted the forbidden fruit. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her lips and instead attacked her snow-white neck, gently nibbling at her earlobe. I didn't want her to mistakenly think I was just using her as an object of sexual gratification. Although she couldn't possibly know that I'd been dealing with prostitutes for the past eight years, the profound love I felt for her compelled me to separate her from those people. I wanted not only for myself to be satisfied, but also for the one I loved. "So thick!" she whispered in my ear, this time in Japanese. This sentence triggered a sudden surge of arousal, and my penis swelled even more. "Amazing!" she exclaimed, staring at my now fully exposed member, seemingly praising it.
This is bad! I haven't even taken off a single piece of her gorgeous clothes yet, and I already feel like I'm about to lose control. "Wait a minute," I couldn't help but stop her mischievous little hands, pulling her hand to my face. Gaining a little breathing space, she looked at me strangely. I pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and unhooked her bra. As the straps slipped off her shoulders, she showed her first shy expression. "Don't take off your bra!" she cried, hugging herself tightly, refusing to let the bra come off her chest. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I moved towards her private area, digging my fingers in. "So wet, Xiaozhi." She let out a soft moan, pulling her hands away from the bra, trying to stop my mischievous hands. Her bra slipped down, revealing her two large, round breasts, which I estimated to be at least a G cup. I knew she had a full bust when she was wearing a fitted dress with me that morning, but I hadn't expected that even without her bra, it was still the real deal, not just a visual effect created by the bra. The only drawback was that, due to gravity, her breasts didn't appear as firm as those of C or D cup girls, but this only further proved that she wasn't a surgically enhanced beauty. Moreover, to have such large breasts was already quite impressive. I let out a heartfelt exclamation, looking at her slightly pink nipples, and couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Zi, what's your bra size?"
"H...h...la! Oh, you're making me so itchy!"
While admiring her alluring body, my hands weren't idle; one hand grasped her H-cup breasts, while the other explored the wonderful depths of her wet cave. She gently grasped my hand as it penetrated her body, her neck involuntarily tilting back, revealing an expression of pleasure. Surprisingly, however, was the tightness I felt on my fingers. I had only inserted one finger, but her vagina seemed to have a suction force, constantly squeezing my finger. The high-class treatment she received from just that one finger made it easy to imagine the enthusiastic reception my penis would receive when I was fully engaged. I increased the speed of my thrusts, adding two more fingers to simulate the size of my penis; I didn't want my thick member to hurt her. I'd seen prostitutes beg for mercy and even bleed beneath me before, but her vagina seemed to stretch and contract freely, easily sucking in my finger, then tightly enveloping it, warm and slippery, squeezing and teasing. This must be what a "masterpiece" is!
Without further hesitation, I stripped her naked in one go, thrusting my penis straight into her narrow body. She let out alluring moans, swaying with my movements. The worst thing a woman can do is lie on the bed like a dead fish; even experienced prostitutes aren't immune. They think they're beautiful and have a great figure, lying in bed waiting for a man to touch them, symbolically wriggling a few times. Whenever I encounter a woman like that, I immediately call it quits and never see her again. But this captivating beauty beneath me wasn't just symbolically trembling; she was swaying to the maximum extent in sync with my movements, as if we were sex partners who had been together hundreds of times. She coordinated with my hip movements, maximizing the depth of my penetration and minimizing my energy expenditure. Effortlessly, each thrust reached her deepest point, feeling her amazing embrace and heat. My penis seemed to be sucking my soul, pumping in and out on its own. "Ah...ah...ah...it's been so long since I've felt this good..." she cried out ecstatically. I obeyed her orders, working even harder, thrusting deeper and deeper. After a few thrusts from the front, I flipped her over, bracing myself on the bed with my hands, and entered her from behind, using my favorite position. "Ah...ah...so...so good..." she began to murmur in Japanese, almost dreamlike. I held her waist and thrust back and forth. This position was not only my favorite, but also, due to my frequent practice, I knew it was the best way to penetrate a woman's depths. With this familiar position, I finally regained some control. I felt the beauty beneath me becoming weak and powerless, her hands gradually drooping down from the bed.
I pressed against her beautiful back, biting her earlobe, and continued my frenzied thrusting: "Is it good?" She didn't answer, but turned her head and passionately returned my kiss. By this time, she was too weak to support herself on the bed anymore, lying completely prone, only her buttocks still raised to receive my thrusts. After another five minutes of thrusting, I reached out and grasped her enormous breasts, which I couldn't quite hold. With a spasm from her, I ejaculated. I held her, collapsing onto the large bed, but didn't withdraw my penis. She nestled in my arms, seemingly still savoring the afterglow of our lovemaking, breathing softly without speaking. "Xiao Zi, you're so perfect," I said sincerely. She rolled over, her face flushed, and looked at me. "You are! I've never met a man as gentle as you."
My penis smoothly left her body, and semen flowed out of her vagina in large quantities, indicating I had ejaculated quite a bit. Looking at the gushing semen, she said shyly, "Your place is so hot."
I couldn't help but tease her, "Where do you mean?" She glared at me reproachfully, then lowered herself and took my still-closed member into her mouth. It wasn't the first time I'd received such service, but even my less sensitive mouth couldn't withstand the power of her nimble tongue. How could my sensitive, aroused member resist?
Her intention seemed to be merely to clean inside her mouth, so she only licked the semen around my penis clean before looking up at me and saying, "This is it!" But seeing the white liquid remaining at the corner of her mouth, coupled with the stimulation from her small mouth, my little darling had already turned back into a big darling, ready to go. Seeing my embarrassed expression, she realized that I was hard again. She didn't mind at all, smiled, pressed her whole body against mine, and whispered in my ear, "Let me make you feel good!" Before I could even savor the full, elastic feeling of her large breasts pressed against my chest, her small hands had already begun to service my penis. Her hands must have some magical power, perhaps related to her flawless skin. The touch of her delicate fingers was no less than that of her top-tier vagina, but the flexibility and adaptability of her vagina far exceeded that of a vagina that could only tighten and absorb. I could only feel her hands gently grasping, moving, stroking, and kneading... the endless techniques were so skillful that even I, someone with considerable experience with women, was no match for her. While she was rubbing my penis, her nimble tongue began to lick my entire body, now teasing my nipples. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my muscles twitching. "Not enough yet!" she said, releasing my nipples and giggling in my ear. Just as I was about to protest her letting go and stopping her service, her alluring little mouth filled the spot on my penis. "Ah..." This time, I couldn't bear it any longer and let out a cry. This wonderful feeling even surpassed the sensation of being inside her vagina just now. I felt her mouth mimicking the walls of a vagina, tightly squeezing my penis, while her playful, nimble tongue swirled and slid around the head of my penis. Looking down at her diligently swallowing and spitting out my penis was a truly exquisite visual feast, and my penis appeared especially large against the backdrop of her small mouth. Suddenly, she increased the speed of her swallowing, and with each swallow, my glans reached right up to her throat. Under this dual impact of sight and touch, I ejaculated on the tenth thrust. Although I tried to pull my penis out by supporting her head before I ejaculated, she hugged me back, letting me ejaculate entirely into her mouth. Exhausted and weak, she endured my ejaculation for about four or five seconds before slowly spitting out my penis, spitting the semen onto her hand. She playfully kissed my penis and asked me happily, "Was it good?"
"Nothing could be better," I sighed, shaking my head, and hugged her tightly. That night, we were passionately entwined. Besides the first time, we made love twice more in the bathroom and once more on the deck after dismissing the servants, until dawn before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. I never imagined I could ejaculate so many times in one night. When I woke up at noon, I was still amazed. I opened my eyes, looking for my absent lover, and she had already pushed open the cabin door and entered. She was biting into a slice of toast, holding a plate full of sandwiches and two cups of coffee, wearing only my shirt and underwear. Seeing her dressed like that almost sparked another battle, but thankfully, she smiled and hugged me tightly while feeding me breakfast, restraining her impulse.
"Sleepyhead, at least eat breakfast first!" She gently kissed my nose, silently scolding herself for her foolishness while reminding herself not to harm her health. I'm not the kind of guy who can't live without women every night; one night of overexertion would have unimaginable consequences. Strangely enough, despite this being the most absurd night in my sexual history, I woke up feeling refreshed and without any back pain. We spent another three days together in Paris, but it wasn't as passionate as that night; at most, we shared tender moments before falling asleep. Most of the time was spent chatting about the scenery, funny stories, and travel experiences. Three days later, her visa expired, and she ran out of money. She had originally planned to end her trip that day, but she said goodbye to me with reluctance. I didn't say much, just gently hugged her and whispered sweet nothings. I had made arrangements three days earlier. Just as she was packing her bags to head to the airport, the extended visa I had arranged and a first-class ticket to Rome, along with a bouquet of flowers, were already placed outside her room. I sat in the hotel lobby with my simple luggage, watching her walk towards me with teary eyes. "Let's get married in Rome, okay?" I whispered in her ear as she threw herself into my arms.
"Just like that? You two are getting married like that?" My brother stared at me wide-eyed. "Of course not. She actually rejected me at first. She only said she loved me very much and wanted to be with me, but she was only 25 and hadn't thought about marriage yet." "
I mean, you just decided to marry her like that? Just because she's good in bed?" My brother looked at me incredulously. "We only slept together that one day, okay?" I said irritably, "Brother, you don't understand. She has a kind of magic for me. I feel happy just talking to her."
"Okay, maybe I don't understand." My brother patted my shoulder. "Since that's the case, it seems you've really found true love. So when are you going to have the wedding?"
"Sister-in-law is also your true love, it's just that you won't admit it. I'm just being honest." I said dismissively. "Talking about me?" Speak of the devil, and he appears. My sister-in-law pushed open the door at that moment, carrying a stack of official documents. Her beautiful and refined face immediately brightened the large space. Her slender waist was adorned with a pair of undisguised, ample breasts, which bounced with her open collar. As my sister-in-law entered and exited the chairman's office, Xiaowen naturally didn't need to, and dared not, announce her arrival first. Caught off guard, my brother quickly stood up with me to welcome this perfect woman. But my sister-in-law didn't even glance at him. She simply placed the documents on the table, smiled at me first, and said, "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?" I nodded. She smiled and said, "You just got back to the country, don't work too hard. You need to adjust to the time difference!" As she spoke, she walked towards the door. "You didn't come home last night. I thought you'd need these documents today, so I brought them for you on my way." Her tone turned cold, and she turned to leave without looking back. "Hey, hey... Xiaowei, Guanjie said he got married. Did you know?"
My sister-in-law turned around and glared at him. "When I went to pick him up at the airport yesterday, Guanjie had already told everyone. I even saw the lovely Xiaozhi. Unlike someone else, who was having so much fun that he forgot to go home!" After saying that, my sister-in-law pushed open the door and left.
I looked at my brother with a questioning gaze: "Sister-in-law seemed to have a great time chatting with us yesterday!"
My brother's face turned pale and then red. "It's all because of that Chen Zhiyi."
(To be continued) (II) Xiaoyi
I had heard of Chen Zhiyi before my long holiday. I vaguely remembered her as someone working in the foreign exchange department of a bank. Although our company is a multinational corporation, our original partner bank wasn't this company, so how we got in touch is another convoluted story. I never directly asked my brother about this, since I've always been indifferent to his romantic escapades and trust that he would never put the company's interests before his romantic escapades. Otherwise, the board wouldn't be so supportive of him. So, I heard this whole rumor from Xiaowen. When it comes to company matters, those in administration know best how to read the game, but even embellishments add layers of complexity. Apparently, it was this company's sales team trying to boost their performance by coming to our company. Initially, it seemed to be a man and a woman who were reluctantly received by our CEO, who then politely declined them—which was perfectly reasonable. There's no reason for a company to suddenly turn on you when things were going well. Integrity has always been a core value that our company has valued since our fathers' generation. But here's the twist and turn: Xiaowen spoke with great seriousness about the CEO's absurd behavior. Why would the CEO, who shouldn't have personally refused a deal, condescend to negotiate with a junior salesperson? The reason, it turns out, lay with the female salesperson in the man-woman pair. Xiaowen deliberately lowered her voice as she said this, and it was because of that strange behavior that I remembered this gossip I had never cared about. The CEO had actually... demanded that the female salesperson perform oral sex on him in the meeting room in exchange for the contract. I disliked the CEO from the very first day he joined the company. He had the air of a treacherous, opportunistic sycophant. So even though I knew Xiaowen and the others were just exaggerating when they gossiped, and that the CEO wouldn't make such an absurd request in broad daylight in his office, I still believed him without hesitation. I even cursed him inwardly, thinking he was just trying to scam her with an impossible check. The female salesperson was naturally furious and turned to leave, while the male salesperson didn't dare utter a sound and followed suit. But little did I expect the turning point of the story would unfold with this male salesperson. A month later, he shamelessly came to visit again. The CEO initially refused him outright, but somehow, after making him sit there for over an hour, he finally let him into the CEO's office. How did he get into the office? The messenger, unable to resist Xiaowen's combination of persuasion and pressure, secretly revealed the inside story. It turned out it was related to a USB drive. After he delivered it to the CEO's office, the CEO immediately invited him in. So how did this involve Chen Zhiyi? Of course, it was related to the contents of the USB drive! Some say it was a candid shot of her skirt, others say it was a self-introduction (which really made me laugh out loud), but in any case, the protagonist of the USB was Chen Zhiyi. As soon as the male salesman left the office, the CEO came to present the USB to my brother.
"Hmph, not surprising at all." I remember that was my reaction when I first heard this. The two of them discussed it in the chairman's office for a while, and the male salesman obtained a loan contract for our company's latest construction project. The company's foreign exchange contacts also began to contact the bank. At this point in the story, I went abroad to relax. "Chen Zhiyi? That foreign exchange specialist? What happened to her?" It's been half a year. Given my brother's usual efficiency, he should have already finished with her and was looking for the next target. "Your brother went to dinner with her yesterday!" My brother slumped into the sofa chair, unconsciously spinning his chairman's chair. He only did this when he was thinking, and a romantic affair actually made him need to think? This really surprised me. "Just dinner?" Of course, I didn't believe it. "And a hot spring too!" My brother stopped swivel his chair, raised his hand, and said, "But that's really it, and you even wore a swimsuit to the hot spring. Isn't that ridiculous?"
My brother never lies to me. He won't say things he doesn't want to say, but what he tells me is never false. I sat down opposite him. "Why did this take so long?"
"Sigh, it's complicated! Anyway, yesterday was our first date." My brother waved his hand impatiently. That was the situation he didn't want to talk about. Luckily, I wasn't too bothered. "So, it was only our first date, and your sister-in-law is already like this?" I can't say anything else, but my sister-in-law's demeanor is the best I've ever seen in my life. Even my mother, who has been voted a model wife in the business world for dozens of years, can't compare. Last time, my brother hooked up with a Korean star, a mix of Japanese, Korean, and German, whose hot and sexy looks were truly astonishing. Major magazines named her the most beautiful woman in Asia, and even *Next Magazine* dedicated a huge page to her, saying she'd met her "greatest rival ever." But she didn't utter a sound, happily continuing her interior design work. *Next Magazine*'s paparazzi, of course, didn't dare to come to her house to take pictures, only daring to take photos from afar in public, skipping even the interviews. They photographed her shopping, visiting book clubs, libraries, social welfare centers, and animal shelters every day. Every photo featured her signature cheerful smile; they couldn't even capture a picture of her picking her nose. Naturally, the editor-in-chief gave her a severe dressing-down, but there was nothing he could do. Sure enough, a month later, the star broke up with my brother and flew to Hollywood to film a movie, taking with her the fame of being seen arm-in-arm with him. Even during their passionate relationship, my brother continued to go to get off work and occasionally come home for dinner. My sister-in-law never gave him a hard time, never asked him a question, and her cooking remained consistently delicious. A month ago, a month later, it was as if nothing had happened to our family. "The first time I met Xiaoyi, Xiaowei was also there. It was at a banquet—of course, hosted by that bank. Our company's business had almost completely shut down with our original partner bank. Even if I wanted to sacrifice the company's interests, I couldn't just switch. So Wenjun came up with another way to cooperate with them."
Wenjun is our CEO, someone my older brother personally hired during the company's restructuring in his third year as chairman, specifically to plan the company's strategic goals. Although I dislike his cunning appearance, I have to admit he does have a knack for foresight. In recent years, the company's business has flourished. Besides my older brother's skillful management and bold approach to personnel management, Wenjun's strategic contributions are undeniable.
"The whole plan has been going on for half a year, and it's finally come to this. Xiaowei actually said that very night after meeting Xiaoyi, she didn't want me to have anything to do with Xiaoyi." My brother said with a bitter face, "Why? Does she have a husband?" My brother never minded fantasizing about married women; the only difference was whether he was discreet or high-profile. Playing with married women was actually safer than with single women. As long as you take care of the loopholes around you, married women's emotional obsessions or demands for money are easier to deal with than single women who fantasize about marrying into a wealthy family. Most of the time, it's just a simple physical exploration. And my brother usually doesn't just maintain such simple physical relationships for more than a month. For example, I know that Mary, the wife of the vice president of the business department, still occasionally goes on "rural inspections" with my brother. Maybe that's why my sister-in-law rejects Xiaoyi?
"She is married, that's true, but this isn't the first time I've played with married women!" My brother spread his hands: "Married women are more versatile and easier to deal with, what's wrong with that?"
Sure enough. The reason why the sister-in-law would object to Xiao Yi's prolonged contact with the older brother must be related to her own "quality." "So what does Xiao Yi look like?"
"I forgot you've never seen her. I didn't bring that video with me, so I can't show it to you now. Anyway..." The older brother clicked his tongue, seemingly still wanting more, and continued, "In all of Taiwan, probably only Xiao Wei can rival her! Both are top-tier beauties, equally slender, yet equally curvaceous and full-figured. If we have to compare, Xiao Yi is probably a cup size bigger." As he spoke, the older brother held up his hand to demonstrate. Seeing his lustful expression, I was genuinely startled. No wonder the sister-in-law was so cautious and fearful. For the older brother, who was experienced in the ways of the ladies, to show such a reaction, it seems that this Xiao Yi is indeed extraordinary.
"But Xiaowei's advantage lies in her elegant temperament; even with bigger breasts, it just doesn't have the same appeal. On the other hand, Xiaoyi has an innocent, baby-faced appearance, coupled with her astonishingly large breasts—she looks like a slut straight out of an AV, a childlike face with huge breasts, begging to be fucked. The two are just not quite the same." My brother spoke matter-of-factly.
Hearing this, I felt a sense of relief. So, my brother still couldn't let go of my sister-in-law's stunning beauty, only lusting after Xiaoyi's youthful body. Although my brother and I are related by blood, we've known each other for ten years, lived under the same roof, and had a relationship for my sister-in-law. Regardless, I truly considered her my sister-in-law. If my brother suddenly fell for someone else, I might be even more heartbroken than she was. My brother seemed a little dissatisfied with my lukewarm attitude, saying unhappily, "I thought you'd changed your sex life after getting married, and be more interested in women. Aren't you curious about what's inside that USB?"
"What is it?" I had no choice but to go along with his tone and ask. "Last night, we had dinner at a French restaurant, and then I drove her to Beitou." I knew my brother would be unhappy with my inquisitive attitude, and he would definitely keep quiet about what he wanted to say. But what this guy really wanted to tell you, you couldn't stop him no matter what, I was used to it, so I didn't expose him. "Really? She just agreed to go to the hot springs with you like that? Doesn't she have a husband?" I was genuinely more interested in the hot spring trip. What could a USB be? At most, upskirt shots, or even nude photos, could it really be a "Come and introduce yourself" video?
"Of course, I mentioned it when I invited her. For her company's case, I specifically asked her to be the contact person, and praised her as the most promising specialist, only she could handle this case for the company. Billions!"
"Billions for a free hot spring trip, that's more expensive than Scully Johansson!" I stuck out my tongue.
My brother picked up the official documents my sister-in-law had brought and tapped me on the head: "Stop talking nonsense. Do you think I'm that reckless? Of course, this billion is still in our favor. Otherwise, why would we have spent half a year planning this?"
I completely trusted my brother, and if he had messed things up, those monster uncles and aunts on the board would have been after him for the past six months. "Anyway, when we got to the hot spring resort, this little girl actually got shy. I soaked in the huge hot spring pool by myself for a full half hour, my skin was almost raw, and she finally came out wrapped in a towel." My brother said indignantly, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his tone, as if he were reliving the scene. "I was full of annoyance, my penis was practically cooked, but the way she covered herself up with that towel made my anger disappear and my lust rise. Haha! Haha!" My brother couldn't help but laugh triumphantly: "Because the big towel..." As I instructed, the towels could only be left in the men's changing room; only small-sized towels were allowed in the women's changing room. It seems she spent half an hour hiding in the changing room, frantically searching for something to cover herself with, and maybe even pressed the service bell. Unfortunately, of course, there was no one to help her! Who would dare disturb me?”
Even I laughed. When talking about playing with women, my brother always gets so animated. “That towel, actually, was two… This little girl is quite the genius; she spent half an hour in the changing room doing handicrafts, twisting the two towels together to make one big towel.” My brother gestured, “But it only just barely covers her little honey pot, the upper half of her southern hemisphere, with a bit of her navel showing in the middle. Tell me, how can I possibly be angry?”
Indeed, this funny yet erotic scene—what man could possibly be angry seeing this?
"Her skin was so white and radiant, it even seemed to shimmer under the large white bath towel, rivaling Xiaowei's naturally fair complexion. But the way her breasts bounced was something Xiaowei couldn't match; even though she was just walking, her breasts looked like they were about to fall out. My god, it made me incredibly hard." "
And you still say you only soaked in the hot spring?" I glared at him, annoyed. "General Manager, calm down, calm down." My brother teased me, "You really only soaked in the hot spring. You know your brother never uses force, let alone dirty tricks. Who knew she'd play hard to get for so long, touching and rubbing against me, and I finally managed to coax her off the bath towel, only to find she was wearing a bikini underneath! Who wears a bikini to a hot spring these days? How am I supposed to enjoy myself like that? She was clearly not cooperating!"
"At least she wasn't wearing a one-piece swimsuit, that's giving you face." I chuckled. "Get out of here!" my brother said, feigning anger, picking up a document as if to hit me. "Haha, Chairman, take your time." I said, standing up. My brother also stood up, putting his arm around my shoulder to see me off. "You handle the wedding arrangements, whether you want a big celebration or a low-key affair. I'll support you. Just let me know when you get home. Tell Xiaowei I'll be home for dinner tonight. I have to take Wenjun to a meeting later, so I can't keep you company. Go to the company and get familiar with it again." "It's business!" As if remembering something else, "Oh right, remember to say a good word to Xiaowei for me! Xiaoyi and I are fine, don't worry!" My brother patted my shoulder and let me leave the office alone. (To be continued) (Part 3)
Xiaowen wasn't at her seat; perhaps she had gone somewhere to deliver official documents. I strolled around, greeting my long-unseen colleagues along the way, and returned to my office on the 11th floor. The office was already filled with flowers and gifts to welcome me back to work. I casually opened a light purple envelope in a flower basket on my desk. It was from Lisa, the manager of the business department. In addition to the welcoming greetings, the card also included the phrase "This time you can't escape!" and a bunch of lipstick marks, which made me both laugh and cry. I really don't know how fast and far the news of my marriage can spread? With Xiaowen's abilities, it's probably spread throughout the entire head office by now! Lost
in thought, the screen on my desk flickered. My brother sent me an email with the subject line, "This is Xiaoyi," along with a photo and an MP4 file. Clicking on the photo, it looked like Xiaoyi's ID photo from work. She was indeed a very cute girl, with a delicate face and a slightly childlike appearance, completely unlike a working woman; she looked more like a high school girl trying on her mother's clothes. The half-body shot didn't show her figure. Besides looking like a teenager, I couldn't see anything particularly special about her. After scrutinizing her for a while, I could barely make out that she was indeed very fair-skinned, with not a single blemish on her face. But it was all just a photo trick; something easily fixed with Photoshop couldn't mean anything. I casually deleted the photo and opened the MP4 file. Suddenly, a lewd sound popped up, startling me, and I quickly turned the speaker volume down. All I could hear was a melodious female voice moaning ecstatically, "Ah! Ah! Ah... Brother... You... Ahhhhhh..." The scene appeared to be a small bathroom, with a muscular man pinning a girl against the wall. The girl's left leg was held in his hand as he vigorously performed piston-like movements. I don't usually watch porn, but this sudden erotic spectacle left me stunned. The image quality was so clear; the man was muscular, and the woman had an impressive bust. Could this be a Taiwanese adult film planned for the Japanese market? But upon closer inspection, the woman pinned against the wall was none other than Xiao Yi.
With each thrust of the penis, her high, firm breasts swayed wildly. She was truly a stunning beauty, radiating "dynamics." Even in the dim light, her skin appeared snow-white against the man's strong, dark complexion, arousing an urge to grasp her ample breasts. I couldn't help but compare her to Xiao Zi in my mind. ************
After relentlessly pursuing her, exhausting all my strength, almost threatening suicide to prove I couldn't live without her, Xiao Zi finally accepted my proposal. During this time, besides pleading and begging her to spend her life with me, I spent my time taking her sightseeing in beautiful Rome. Rome is truly a city brimming with artistic atmosphere. Except for her contradictory expressions of distress and joy when I pursued her, Xiao Zi remained a perfect companion. We marveled at these centuries-old cultural treasures and, unsurprisingly, reached a consensus: we loved a small chapel designed by Michelangelo. So, when she accepted my proposal, I practically knelt before the priest, begging him to allow me to place the wedding ring I had bought in France on Xiao Zi's finger in the church. Because this church featured a significant scene in a bestselling novel a few years ago, it became incredibly popular with tourists, crowding the place to the point of near-total obstruction. The chapel, overwhelmed by the attention, decided to only open during services, allowing tourists to take photos from the entrance.
Perhaps moved by my persistent pleas over several days, the priest finally granted my request, allowing me to place the wedding ring on Xiaozhi's finger inside the chapel. The priest even officiated our marriage! The tourists blocked outside the chapel by the barricades didn't protest at all; instead, they offered their blessings, cheering and wishing us a lifetime of happiness. I'll never forget the smile on Xiaozhi's face at that moment. After the proposal, it was as if some kind of seal had been broken between us. Although I still loved and respected her immensely, we no longer adhered to any gentlemanly conduct or slept in separate rooms. We began our nightly lovemaking. Rome, which we had explored thoroughly, no longer held any novelty, but our exploration of each other's bodies felt like a daily discovery.
I noticed a small, star-shaped mole on the inside of Xiaozhi's left breast, usually sandwiched between her large breasts. If it weren't for my sudden urge that day to experience what it felt like to be suffocated by an H-cup, I wouldn't have noticed it. Also, her most sensitive spot isn't her vagina or her pink nipples, but the back of her snow-white neck. Just a breath from me can make her weak all over, and a kiss or lick there can send shivers down her spine. Whenever I see her slightly furrow her brow, enjoying my caresses of her neck, it gets my blood pumping. I never tire of that expression, whether it's during orgasm or the first time I penetrate her that night; her expression always drives me wild. Perhaps it's related to her theatrical training? These past few days, we've gradually started talking more about our families. Before we got married, she already knew about my family background, and I also learned that she's the eldest daughter in her family, with two younger brothers. Her family wasn't particularly wealthy. Her father was a drunkard who spent his days drinking and doing nothing productive. The family's income depended entirely on her meager earnings from the theater and her mother's odd jobs. It wasn't until two years ago, when she escaped that family's constraints, that she gradually started to accumulate savings, but those extravagant days had already drained her dry. So, once she had enough savings, she quit her theater job and went abroad to relax and recharge. Their
passionate, intimate days became a habit. Even last night, before getting off the plane, the flight attendant had to force a smile and ask her to leave the restroom. Luckily, we were first-class passengers, and we occupied the restroom for over an hour before being dragged out—it's funny to think about. Last night, in the empty house, we even boldly played a game. "Honey... let's go back to the room!" Xiao Zi pleaded in a low voice. "I can't hold it in any longer!" I pushed her hand away and unbuttoned her shirt. Seriously, why unbutton your shirt?
"Sister-in-law is in the study!" Xiao Zi's jade-like legs intertwined and pushed against mine, trying to break free with the slightest movement, but this not only couldn't stop me, the touch of her jade-like legs only aroused my desire even more intensely. "She's far away from us, she can't hear us!" I had already unbuttoned the last button of her shirt, which suddenly opened. "Wow! Xiao Zi, you're not wearing a bra, and you said you didn't want one." My big mouth was already biting her nipple, sucking and licking. "Ah...ah...I didn't say I didn't want one, I just wanted to go back to my room!" Xiao Zi decided to give up struggling, holding my big head tightly with both hands, enjoying the pleasure from her nipples. "Xiao Zi, keep squeezing me, it feels so good!" I said indistinctly while sucking on her bouncy and tender breasts. "You pervert." Xiao Zi slapped my shoulder, cursing, but her jade-like legs obediently continued to rub against my legs. It's a sweltering day, and even though the air conditioning is on 24/7, we're still wearing shorts and short sleeves at home. So, the exposed skin provides us with the greatest stimulation. Xiaozhi hums softly—she knows I love hearing her gentle, seductive moans—as she reaches out and pulls out my penis, stroking it. This is what sets Xiaozhi apart from many women; she seems born to please men, not just because of her figure, but because she knows how to maximize a man's satisfaction. From our very first encounter, she easily controlled my senses, and after becoming familiar with each other's bodies, she became even more adept and skilled. Her stroking is neither too fast nor too slow, maintaining a sufficient level of stimulation without overstimulating me. Because she knew I didn't like to ejaculate in her hand, I always wanted us to reach orgasm together, and she considerately fulfilled my wish. "So good, Xiao Zi, what kind of Xiao Zi meal is it today?" I started biting her neck, my hands constantly kneading and flattening her large breasts, the touch was absolutely perfect. "Today Xiao Zi is on top, Master can just enjoy it." Xiao Zi responded breathlessly, her vagina was so wet that even my pants were soaked. Xiao Zi struggled to escape my clutches and pressed me down on the sofa. The sofa chair in our living room was designed by my sister-in-law herself, combining beauty and comfort. However, its irregular shape prevented me from lying flat; I could only lean back slightly. Watching Xiaozhi pull her knee-length shorts and underwear down to her feet, but not completely off her left leg, hanging precariously, I began to understand Xiaozhi's scheme. But I didn't rush to expose her, letting her wear a coquettish expression as she pulled down my pants and began to caress me with her mouth. I couldn't help but whistle, a sound loud enough to echo throughout the entire 80-square-meter house. Xiaozhi glared at me and slapped my stomach hard. Although I have quite a bit of fat there, it still hurt quite a bit. Before I could even feel the pain, my entire body was overwhelmed by another sensation. "So good!" Xiao Zi had somehow already taken my empty drink. The glass was completely empty, and needless to say, the remaining ice cubes were now in her mouth. The warm sensation of her lips enveloping the ice cubes, combined with the rapid freezing of the ice, created a rudimentary yet incredibly powerful sensation. But with Xiao Zi's skillful and practiced mouth, it transformed into a breathtaking and unparalleled martial art! I let out a low growl of pleasure. I wasn't even sure if I really wanted my sister-in-law to hear, but I was certain I couldn't forget the time years ago when my older brother deliberately let me hear her moaning so wildly, a sound completely at odds with her noble and reserved exterior.
Xiao Zi spat the ice cubes back into the glass and began a completely different licking. First, she licked away every last drop of fluid from my penis. Then, while rubbing my testicles, she licked her way up to the coronal sulcus of the glans, making a show of defiance before finally taking my glans into her mouth. All these actions, coupled with her lewd expression and captivating gaze, made me stare intently at her. If I were back to the first day we met, I would have already erupted. But after these past few weeks of "special training," I had gradually become able to resist Xiao Zi's witch-like ability to drain my energy; and as I said, Xiao Zi understood my mindset perfectly, and her teasing was still pushing the boundaries of my endurance. Just enough to keep me at the brink of climax, Xiao Zi listened with annoyance to my low growl, which seemed to be deliberately trying to get my attention, and straddled me. This was our first time in the riding position, and when Xiao Zi straddled me, the pressure from her large breasts was incredibly intense. Even though her shirt was only slightly unbuttoned, flapping open and closed, it couldn't suppress the two enormous breasts that seemed about to burst out of her clothes. I couldn't help but pull open her clothes and rub her breasts with both hands. Xiao Zi laughed and slapped my hand, pulling her clothes back up. "We agreed that today Xiao Zi is the one initiating the meal, so Master has to be good, I promise it'll be comfortable!" As she spoke, she began to sway her slender waist back and forth. She didn't put the penis into her vagina, but the saliva left from licking earlier, and the lustful fluid flowing from her now aroused vagina, were enough to lubricate the friction between her labia and the penis. I watched as she rubbed my entire penis with her labia, even gently holding my testicles in her hand, causing my penis to swell to its maximum limit. As soon as Xiao Zi sensed this, she lowered her body, pressing her two large breasts against my chest without reservation, and slid back, finally inserting the penis into her vagina. "Ah... Master, it's so thick, Xiao Zi feels so good..." Ever since we got off the yacht that day, she had started asking me to teach her Chinese. Her language talent was unbelievably high; she didn't have the awkwardness of Japanese people speaking Chinese and couldn't pronounce the words, and she even learned a few phrases of Taiwanese from me. If you knew more words, you might think she was a returned overseas student. It's natural that, for "convenience," she had learned every single Chinese word she could use in bed. Actually, she didn't have many words, but hearing her cute accent and speaking familiar language always heightened the excitement. "Ah... Master, are you satisfied with Xiaozhi's service? Xiaozhi feels so good!" Xiaozhi swayed her slender waist while uttering lewd words. But she clearly remained rational, because she hadn't forgotten to keep her voice down. These past few weeks together, not only had she gathered information about me, but I was also aware of her schemes. I chuckled inwardly, supporting her waist as I thrust my penis back and forth against her alluring vulva: "Xiaozhi's service is amazing, husband is enjoying it so much, I've decided to reward her."
"What? No, Xiaozhi doesn't need it." Xiaozhi exclaimed in surprise, already flipped over and pinned to the sofa, and I began thrusting into her honey pot from behind. Xiao Zi tried her best to suppress a cry, while pleading in a low voice, "Husband, you're cheating! You're not being fair to Xiao Zi!"
"Husband loves Xiao Zi the most, that's why I'm rewarding her by letting her fly to the sky!" I pressed myself against her beautiful back from behind, reached out and squeezed her two breasts that were flattened on the sofa, then sucked hard on the sensitive nape of her neck. Xiao Zi felt as if she had been electrocuted, and finally couldn't help but let out a loud, lewd moan, "Ah...ah...you're so mean, husband, you're bullying me, Xiao Zi is going to climax...ah...ah...fuck me harder."
I pinned her hands behind her back, lifted her body, and let her large breasts sway back and forth in mid-air with my thrusts. Naturally, I turned her towards the study. Her shirt and large breasts swayed with my thrusts, and the intense impact of her full buttocks against my lower abdomen produced a lewd yet beautiful "slap slap" sound. Coupled with her unrestrained moans, it intertwined into a symphony of spring: "Ah... if my sister-in-law hears this, how will Xiaozhi face anyone tomorrow... ah... ah... ah... Xiaozhi is going to climax, going to climax, husband, hurry up and give it to me..."
I could feel the trembling she made before her climax, especially the natural contraction of her vagina before the climax. There was no need to deliberately climax at the same time; the super strong suction of this instant compression was enough for me to naturally ejaculate. Without needing to suppress it, I shot all my thick semen into her warm vagina in one go, and lay on her back. As usual, I ejaculated for three or four seconds before pulling my penis out of her vagina, pulling out a long strip of white liquid. Xiao Zi quickly reached out and caught it, saying, "It wouldn't be good to get such a pretty sofa dirty." Xiao Zi said cutely as she got up to get some toilet paper, noticing a clump of liquid about to drip from my penis. Holding the semen-soaked toilet paper in one hand and pressing her other hand against her vulva, she naturally lowered her head and took my slowly shrinking penis into her mouth. Actually, I didn't really like her doing this, because it reminded me of the prostitutes who had been with me for the past eight years. It seemed like a loving gesture, but when prostitutes did this, it was usually just to squeeze more money out of me. After all, oral cleaning wasn't part of the contract. Eight years of preconceived notions made it hard for me to accept that my precious wife was like a prostitute. But despite these thoughts, Xiao Zi obediently continued to wipe me with toilet paper. But at this moment, it was unavoidable, and only the word "pleasure" could describe it. I comfortably closed my eyes, letting her carefully lick my penis clean from top to bottom. At this moment, her mouth was full of semen mixed with her own vaginal fluid. She tilted her head back and swallowed it all. I stared at her, dumbfounded. I never imagined my wife would not only clean my mouth but also swallow my semen. I instinctively hugged her tightly, and I heard her whisper in my ear, "Hehe, even my semen tastes so good, honey. Hurry up, let's go rinse it off, or my sister-in-law will come!"
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A knock on the door startled me from my reverie. Someone had already pushed the door open and entered, standing before my desk. The only people who would dare to be so disrespectful to me, barging into my office like this, besides my older brother, were Xiaowen. Sure enough, it was Xiaowen standing before my desk, holding a large stack of documents. It seemed to be the six-month progress report on company projects that my brother had given me. "General Manager…" Xiaowen had barely begun to speak when her gaze was drawn to my screen. I was momentarily distracted and completely forgot the video was still playing. I frantically tried to turn it off, but my hand slipped and I accidentally switched to full screen. "Ah...ah...brother, you're going to kill me! Faster, harder, harder..." At that moment, Xiao Yi was flipped over and pressed against the bathroom wall, her large breasts pressed against the wall, squeezing out a plump mound of flesh. The man continued to thrust powerfully, each stroke making a "slap slap" sound. Xiao Yi looked like she was about to faint from being fucked so badly, her hands weakly supporting herself against the wall, the shower water still cascading over them. I made a quick decision and pressed Alt+F4, ending this impossible predicament. "The general manager has really changed a lot, he actually watches porn during work hours." Xiao Wen murmured, her face flushed. "If I had known, I would have taken leave and insisted on going with him. I wonder if he would have married me then?" Xiao Wen said softly, her voice full of affection. "It's not what you think." I shook my hands, but I didn't believe it myself. "I was just joking with you. I know the general manager wouldn't even look at me!" Xiao Wen stuck out her tongue. "The chairman went out for a meeting and asked me to tell you to go home early after you finish reading the documents. You don't need to stay at the company. He'll go straight home after the meeting, which should end around 5 o'clock."
"Okay, I understand." Seeing Xiaowen turn to leave, I called out to her, "Hey... Xiaowen. Anyway, things really aren't what you think. Don't go around telling everyone." "
Of course, the general manager's secret is my secret." Xiaowen said with a knowing look, "But watching videos is so boring, I'd be happy to serve the general manager!" Xiaowen chuckled, but her expression didn't seem like she was joking. Xiaowen was indeed a beauty, and such a beauty, with her alluring, submissive demeanor, was truly captivating. But how could I betray my wife, whom I revered like a goddess?
Seeing my stunned expression, Xiaowen smiled, leaving me alone at my desk.
(To be continued)
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