Real marriage

There are many forms of marriage, and as a man, I may have reluctantly chosen the most embarrassing one. Yes, I am a son-in-law who marries into his wife's family, also known as a "reverse marriage." My love for my wife made me ignore my parents' objections and my friends' advice, and I resolutely agreed to her family's demands. In my view, it was just a formality; we live in a new society, so it couldn't be too bad, right? Moreover, I am a relatively optimistic person. For example, regarding the issue of what surname the children should have, I could just have two, one with the mother and one with the father. After all, we are family, and everything can be discussed. However, married life proved how naive I was.

My wife's family consists of three people, and since she requested to marry into the family, everyone could assume that her family must be well-off. And that was indeed the case. First, let me tell you about my wife. I met her online after I graduated, and we got along well. We chatted online on and off for about a year and a half before meeting in person. At first, we treated each other as friends and didn't think anything more of it. Later, at a dinner party, emboldened by the teasing and a bit spurred by alcohol, I confessed my love. To my surprise, she shyly nodded. And so, we became a couple, albeit somewhat haphazardly. Of course, we genuinely had feelings for each other, but at the time, we hadn't seriously considered our own feelings. Then, we were in a car accident. I risked my life to save my wife, despite serious injuries. She only had her leg trapped, while I spent almost two months in the hospital.

People say that adversity reveals true love. My wife is a very simple girl, and after that experience, she was certain of me. I also realized how important she was to me from my actions of only thinking of saving her. So, we naturally talked about the future. We didn't even think about a grand proposal; we just met each other's parents. Now, we've been married for two years, our careers are stable, and our relationship is sweet and blissful—we don't feel like we're headed for the grave. Let me add a word of advice, friends: if you marry the right person, every day truly feels like your first love.

Of course, nothing is ever perfect. If my life revolved solely around my wife, I doubt I would have done any of the things that followed. However, as a son-in-law who married into the family, I also frequently had to deal with two other important people: my parents-in-law. As mentioned before, my wife's family is well-off, and my father-in-law is a well-known local businessman who built his business from scratch and understands the hardships of entrepreneurship. Therefore, he didn't look down on me, a young man from a modest background. Later, I learned that he had known about my relationship with my wife for a long time and had secretly investigated me extensively. The investigation confirmed that I was a good young man with no bad habits, who had been actively striving for success since graduation, and most importantly, that I was genuinely good to his daughter. With all this, my father-in-law felt comfortable entrusting his precious daughter to me, or rather, allowing this reasonably presentable pig to enter his family and "steal" his daughter's heart.

My father-in-law wasn't often home, partly due to business needs and partly due to his relationship with my mother-in-law. I don't know the specific reasons, and my wife wouldn't say. In short, sometimes when the two of them were together, I could clearly sense an awkward atmosphere.

Then it was time to introduce my mother-in-law, and I'd sum it up in four words: deeply troubled and resentful. Her name is Lin Wanqiu, which sounds quite poetic, doesn't it? In fact, she herself perfectly embodies that name; our first meeting was truly unforgettable. I remember she wore a silver-blue, modernized cheongsam, had a full figure, and wore a slightly classical updo. Her small, pretty face was simply stunning. At that moment, I defined her as mature, intellectual, and beautiful—a woman exceptionally favored by time. Unfortunately, it was precisely this woman's coldness and condescending attitude that almost made me back out. After all, I have my pride, and the thought of having such a mother-in-law sent chills down my spine.

But what's meant to be will be. I guess I owed my wife a lot of money in my past life, so I couldn't withstand her tears and tantrums, and in the end, I resolutely stepped into this pit of fire. Because of this, my parents and I had a cold war for over half a year. Fortunately, my wife was understanding and patiently mediated between them, and the two of them finally forgave me. However, they secretly told me that they didn't care how many children I had, but at least one boy had to take my surname. See... what feudal thinking is! This is it! Having more children? Do they think I'm a stud pig?!

In short, my wife and I are truly entangled like this, and it looks like it will continue for decades. To avoid trouble, with my wife's help, I managed to secure the condition that I don't live with my in-laws. I can't help it; my mother-in-law looks at me like I'm a weed on the street. I'm afraid that if she stares at me like that, I'll get angry and give up, becoming just like a weed swaying in the wind. Besides, seeing her ascetic look so often also affects my sex drive; it would be a real tragedy to become impotent at such a young age.

We now live in the neighborhood next door, just a street away, yet we're in two different worlds. Sometimes, standing on my balcony looking out at those villas across the street, I can't help but curse capitalism in my heart. Thankfully, my wife hasn't worried me. From the villa to our small two-bedroom apartment, she's still as happy as a little cow, and because of this, my love for her has only deepened. Every day after work, I rarely go out with my buddies anymore, trying to go home and be with her as much as possible, and she does the same. And so, we've lived happily ever after.

Today, as usual, I came home from work, and my wife led me inside, serving me tea and water, massaging my shoulders and legs—she was being incredibly attentive. But then I realized something was wrong. Sure enough, after I asked her, she hesitantly told me what was going on. After hearing it, I couldn't help but let out a painful howl.

According to our agreement when we moved out, we have to go back to my mother-in-law's house next door at least once a week, rain or shine, as long as they ask. I remember once I had an urgent matter at work and stood them up. When I went there later, my father-in-law was alright; he just asked a few questions and that was it. But my seemingly elegant mother-in-law tormented me for a whole day with sarcastic remarks and veiled insults. During that time, my darling wife kept glancing at me with pleading eyes, so I had to endure it, trying to distract myself and vent my anger. I secretly glanced at my mother-in-law's voluptuous and sexy body, imagining pressing this supposedly superior body beneath me and ravaging it without restraint, shoving my huge penis into that vicious little mouth that attacked me, stirring it freely in her warm oral cavity. And those two high, firm breasts—I wonder how big the nipples are; I hope they're big enough to withstand my retaliatory biting. Finally, there was her pear-shaped, plump buttocks. I wanted her to kneel down, to proactively stick out that annoying big ass, begging me like a bitch, letting me casually leave crimson handprints on her white, thick buttocks, watching her writhe like a snake, emitting the most vile and lewd moans, and only then, amidst praise, could she receive my big cock, yearning for me to inject my thick semen into it. Fantasizing like this, I finally got through that unlucky day, and the next day, when I got home, I brought most of the imagined scenarios to life with my beloved wife. Because of that experience, I developed a bad habit: whenever my mother-in-law subtly belittled me, I couldn't help but imagine that seductive woman in my mind, superimposing her onto my mother-in-law. Over time, sometimes when facing my mother-in-law, I could hardly distinguish which was the woman of my imagination and which was the real her.

I wonder what she'll pick on this time. Seeing my sighs and groans, my wife suddenly turned around, knelt in front of me, unzipped her pants, skillfully pulled out my penis, and smiled seductively as she took it into her mouth. The little vixen is at it again. Like me, it's because of that one incident that my wife seems to have found a way to solve her problems: using her beautiful body to let me vent my frustrations. While it doesn't fundamentally change anything, it has unexpectedly unlocked many things in bed. For example, oral sex. Before, my wife would just give a symbolic lick before getting in, but now, if I want, she'll suck until I ejaculate, and she's added many more variations. However, she still can't accept blowjobs. And then there's her anus. My wife's anus is beautiful, pink and firm. I touched it once out of curiosity, and she retaliated by biting me hard. Now, my wife is much more open. At least after she cleans it, I can taste it with my lips and tongue, and during sex, I can use my fingers to gently thrust in and out with the help of her vaginal fluids. As for anal sex, well, it can only exist in my imagination, mainly because I'm afraid she'll bite me again.

Since I couldn't escape tomorrow anyway, I might as well enjoy the present. I relaxed and patted the back of my wife's head. She immediately and obediently spat out my slick penis, which had been thoroughly cleansed by her mouth and tongue. Then, with a seductive look, she pulled down my pants. Her little head buried itself between my legs again, her wet tongue quickly teasing my scrotum, occasionally taking my two testicles, filled with semen, into her mouth and stirring them around. What a little slut! She's getting better and better at it, especially since she would occasionally use her sharp teeth to gently bite my sensitive testicles, walking on the edge of danger. That stimulation was both pleasurable and painful, making my soul tremble.

"Little bitch, that's enough. Get up and kneel on the sofa, let me play with you too." Hehe, knowing that my wife would usually be particularly obedient at this point, it didn't matter if I said some outrageous things now, so I teased her. Sure enough, my darling wife just rolled her beautiful eyes at me and then obediently knelt on the sofa. Seeing my wife strike my favorite pose, I excitedly yelled and eagerly moved behind her. My wife had probably been planning this all along, as she was wearing a short skirt, and when I lifted it up, I could see her underwear was a very convenient open-crotch style. I couldn't help but laugh and slap her round buttocks. My wife, of course, knew I'd seen through her little scheme, and buried her head in the sofa cushions like an ostrich.

It was a purple open-crotch panty, the middle part not fully open because my wife's legs were still closed. The part covering her vulva was already noticeably wet, it seemed my little slut had been aroused while licking my penis. My wife is like that, clearly very interested in many naughty things, but she always says she hates them, but I like her way of doing it.

"Baby, spread your legs." My wife obediently spread her legs, and now her lower body was even more glistening with moisture, her pink labia already swollen and engorged, making her vulva appear even more fertile. The black pubic hair was also shiny. My wife has a lot of hair, and she often says it's ugly, but I find it very sexy. I've also maliciously wondered if my mother-in-law has a lot of hair down there. I wonder if it would be exciting to see a noble and reserved woman like her with a thick black forest. But I guess I'll never have the chance to confirm that, so I can only use the things I wanted to do to her on her daughter.

"Husband... um... you're so annoying..." With my wife's soft complaint, I held her pert buttocks with both hands, and my tongue went deep into the gap of her open panties, licking back and forth in her lewd crevice. I swept all the delicious vaginal fluid into my mouth, but my excited wife quickly secreted even more. It was truly an inexhaustible spring! As I sighed, I used the tip of my tongue, carrying the vaginal fluid, to glide over her hidden anus. There was a scent of shower gel. It seems this little slut was indeed prepared; she even washed this place very clean.

"Oh...no...you bad man...why are you licking there again...it's so numb...it's so annoying...stop it!" My wife kept saying no, but her little butt sticks out even higher. After exploring her anus for the first time, I knew that it was actually very sensitive there. In order to one day break through that tender chrysanthemum, I would tease her little asshole every time. At first, she was still hesitant, but her body's reaction didn't lie, so now only her mouth was still persisting. Of course, don't forget my proud mother-in-law. I've fantasized about her stinky asshole many times in my mind. But since she's so annoying, her anus must be dark and smelly, and maybe it's been penetrated many times, as loose as her vagina. Hmm, I'm not interested, really not interested!

[The End]

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