My Wife's Colorful Cloud (A sequel to my story of helping my wife fulfill her spring dream)

I pressed my hand against my wife's chest, but she didn't resist. Instead, she rolled over, looked at Lao Wang, then at me, her face filled with helplessness, despair, and a hint of innocence. "You two..." she stammered, hesitant to speak, unsure what she wanted to say. I picked up where she left off: "Yes, two people who love you together make you a queen, my dear. From today onward, you are supreme before us." Lao Wang echoed. My wife sighed, closed her eyes, and remained as still as a virgin, her expression one of utter bewilderment, as if she had lost herself. I removed her panties and saw, wow, she was already soaked, her anus completely wet. Lao Wang was already kissing my wife's lips, his hands cupping her right breast. I'll attack her left breast, using my other hand to smooth her hair, kissing her hairline—it was a very sensitive spot. As the caresses continued, my wife's face gradually flushed. She quietly enjoyed the caresses of four hands and two mouths, occasionally wriggling her body. With Lao Wang's lips covering hers, she could only make nasal "mmm" sounds. My hand on her chest could feel her heartbeat quickening. Blocked by Lao Wang, I couldn't see her changing expressions and felt something was missing, so I gave him a look and stopped kissing. Then, the two men's tongues, like two swimming dragons, slowly roamed over my wife's chest and abdomen, rising and falling. Both of their hands roamed between her thighs and lower abdomen, as if by agreement, refraining from touching that moist little stream. Those two pink peaks, like two large cherries standing upright on a small bun, were incredibly alluring. Lao Wang and I, one on each side, each busy on one side, surrounding her without attacking, neither in a hurry to enter the "fortress." Two experienced hands, playing a game of cat and mouse, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. My wife, however, couldn't resist any longer. Her movements became faster and more pronounced, her buttocks arching rhythmically upwards. She would occasionally open her eyes, glancing at Old Wang, then at me, her eyes filled with pain, pleading, and shyness—the kind of look that most easily evokes a man's tenderness, further fueling our excitement. Gradually, her buttocks rose high, refusing to lower, her face contorted, her brows furrowed, her moans growing louder, her eyes half-open, filled with sorrow. It was a silent cry, but I pretended not to notice. Imagine, if you give a child candy whenever they want it, will the candy still be sweet? "You...how...ah...can't take it anymore!" Old Wang seemed unable to resist, about to explore that secret place, but I stopped him. I knew it wasn't the right time yet. Our hands lingered only around that secret place. At the same time, we took the cherry into our mouths, gently sucking on it. The cherry was so juicy, making our mouths water uncontrollably. Amidst her groans, my wife's voice was already trembling with tears: "Really... I can't take it anymore..." I tried to comfort her: "Darling, don't worry, close your eyes. Look, that colorful cloud is just around the corner. Old Wang and I are carrying you there. We're almost there. The clouds are so soft and warm!"... Old Wang really couldn't hold back anymore. He abandoned all pretense of modesty and ripped off his underwear. Good heavens! That erect nipple looked just like a little fist! It must have been really hard for Old Wang to endure this for so long. Suddenly, my wife stopped groaning, held her breath, her face flushed red, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring straight at me. All the resentment in her eyes was gone, replaced by inexplicable fear. I knew her desire had reached its peak. Then, my wife burst into tears. Old Wang, as if bewitched, plunged into the stream, greedily licking the glistening, viscous nectar, a low "woo-woo" sound emanating from deep within his throat, mingling with his wife's sobs. At that moment, his wife was truly quenched by his love, like someone parched for a long time finally finding sweet dew. Her hips rose and fell rapidly, and I was only worried about knocking out Old Wang's front teeth. In the past, during lovemaking, I was only busy with the action and the feeling, never noticing what my wife looked like. Now, being able to observe her, my heart pounded. A woman, so incredibly beautiful! Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her pink cheeks sometimes relaxed, sometimes tensed, her chin slightly raised, her head tilted back, her already slender neck stretched even longer, her snow-white breasts high and proud, squinting at me: "Husband, I'm up here. This cloud is so soft and warm. Are you Yi? Is he Wu Gang?" Ha, she must be Chang'e! I gestured to Wu Gang that she could have her. I had to see how he got in. This guy was rubbing his lipstick against the door, even knocking twice. At this crucial moment, he didn't forget to knock! I felt a pang of jealousy. Imagine, your best friend is playing tricks on you right in front of you! Look at how smug Old Wang is! Old Wang, do you know who's lying in bed being played with? It's my heart! Lost in thought, I heard a "thump," followed by my wife's "Ah..." Old Wang had really thrust his "gun" in! My wife's little door, oh, the doorframe was stretched wide open! Looking back at my wife, her cherry-like mouth was wide open, seemingly unable to close. Let's not even mention Old Wang's infatuated expression; just look at that in-and-out motion—sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, completely erratic. With each thrust, you could hear a "gurgling" sound of exhaust. The piston and cylinder were fitting together so tightly! When it withdrew, you could clearly see my wife's lower abdomen cave in, probably due to negative pressure. Looking at my wife, she was completely lost in a daze, utterly intoxicated. I was deeply attracted by her rosy lips and couldn't help but kiss her. My wife's eyes were slightly open, looking at me closely. Those expressive eyes conveyed her happiness and contentment. Instantly, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and saintly bliss welled up within me. This was the happiness of being with my wife, an extra blessing from her. How many people in this world can experience this kind of happiness? A man who doesn't love his wife more than himself cannot have such a blessing. As I pondered, I suddenly felt my wife's jaw clench, her breathing quicken, her body taut like a drawn bow, her slightly open eyes fixed on Lao Wang as if she were seeing an alien. With Lao Wang's thrusts, we both let out deep, guttural roars almost simultaneously. The first stage rocket had completed its mission and detached; the second stage ignited. While Lao Wang was washing, I easily entered her, still feeling the warmth of the mixed fluids inside and the spasms in her passage, as if trying to bind my penis. I knew this was my wife's refractory period; the tides rise and fall in their own time. So I moved in and out slowly, gently pulling and pushing, while my wife closed her eyes, resting. After a while, Lao Wang finished washing, got into bed, turned to his side, and embraced my wife, gently kissing her cheek. My wife was exhausted, her whole body relaxed, her breath rippling. She looked around, her face pale and heavy, her breath heavy and her body trembling. She looked at me with a slender waist, her breath soft and light. She looked at me with a slender waist, her breath heavy and her body trembling ... "Tell me about it," Old Wang asked curiously. "I can't tell!" his wife said mysteriously. Then she closed her eyes and remained silent, because her vagina started to contract again. I knew she was aroused, so I increased the intensity, each thrust hitting her most sensitive spot. Old Wang got restless again, holding a bun in his left hand, sucking on a cherry, and reaching his right hand under his wife's buttocks. Suddenly, his wife's buttocks jerked up, her vagina tightened, and she cried out, "Old Wang! It's not right there!" Curious, I turned to look and saw Old Wang using his fingers to open his wife's anus. "Damn it, I've never even used that spot before, and you've already pioneered it!" His wife's attempts to stop him were futile. Old Wang continued his manipulation, his fingers moving in and out with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, while I thrust in and out with five shallow thrusts followed by two deep ones. His wife's buttocks rose and fell erratically. She opened her eyes wide, then closed them again, concentrating intently, trying to find a pattern in the depth. But no matter how she tried to feel it with her eyes open or peck at it with her eyes closed, she couldn't find a pattern. There was no pattern to begin with! One moment it was a wolf at the front door, the next a tiger at the back, then a simultaneous attack of tiger and wolf, and who knew what would follow!Completely clueless about how to feel it, the sensation was all a mess. My wife was so anxious and embarrassed, she was on the verge of tears, it was truly pitiful. My penis inside was gripped by spasms, often unable to be pulled out. This completely new experience was something you could never understand without a helper. Before long, my wife's breathing became rapid again, her face flushed, her eyes staring at me in terror, her body arched more fully than ever before. I involuntarily quickened my thrusts, and Lao Wang also increased his movements. My wife screamed, her whole being merging into that cloud of color, and I ejaculated profusely, my mind going blank, as if my soul had been injected into my wife's jade body. Lao Wang wasn't finished yet, he went for it again. To be honest, his thing couldn't be called a gun, the thick head and short handle were more like a pestle for pounding garlic. Speaking of Lao Wang's pestle, he hadn't pounded a few times when his phone rang, but he was busy, so I answered it for him. "Who is it? It's me, Teacher Wen. Old Wang is playing chess with me. What? Old Wang's sister is here? Can you go back after this game? Urgent? Old Wang, answer this." Old Wang said he'd hang up, he had to go back. His wife held Old Wang's hand, reluctant to let go. (By the way, Old Wang's wife and I go to the same school. She teaches Chinese. Her name is Wenxin, which sounds nice, but she's a famously cold beauty. We know each other well, but she doesn't seem cold at all; she's quite friendly to me. Old Wang's sister is even prettier than her brother. She teaches at a university in the south and came all the way here, so Old Wang can't neglect her.) After seeing Old Wang off, his wife climbed on top of him, her face pressed against his chest, saying she wanted to hear what he was saying to her. "What did you hear?" "You said: 'Dear Your Majesty, I love you with all my heart,' and you also said that you would love me like a little sister. Is that what you said?" "You can really hear that? I want to hear what you were dreaming about." "It's all here, read it yourself," his wife pointed to her affectionate eyes. I gazed into my wife's beautiful eyes, seeing not a dream, but deep affection and intense love. We looked at each other tenderly for a long, long time… I was awakened by my wife in the middle of the night. Opening my eyes, I saw her naked and sprawled on the floor beside the bed, looking quite disheveled. “What are you doing in the middle of the night?” “Quick, help me to the toilet, I can't stand, my whole body is weak.” I quickly got up to help her. “My dear, you've suffered.” “Don't give me false mercy!” “Oh dear! Why is your grip still so strong?” I carried my wife back to bed, and she mysteriously told me, “In the past, you played a solo for me on a single string. Today, it's a double string, with accompaniment.” I lazily replied, “Hmm, I'll gather more strings another day, and you'll enjoy a symphony.” “Oh God! My husband, please forgive me!” Should I forgive her or not? Lost in thought…

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