The wife who shared a cup with her husband (1)

Why can't I find the original content section when I search? Two days ago, I found a work called "Wife's Tragedy" in the "Springtime Courtyard" original content section and posted it here. I searched for it before posting but couldn't find it. After posting, I found the work while browsing the original content section, which gave me a huge shock. I quickly went back here and deleted it. A similar thing happened a few days ago, and I was even penalized 30 points, which I felt was very unfair. We can't search and then browse to find duplicate posts, or the moderators can explain which sections are searchable and which aren't. (
Part
1)
When Wang Youzi put away her parasol and entered the spacious reception area, the cool, dry air made her feel instantly comfortable. After explaining her purpose to the security guard, she sat down on a sofa nearby. Her eyes quickly and warily glanced at the counter and then at the door. After confirming that no one was watching, she quickly pulled open her collar, puffed out her cheeks, and breathed heavily. Her ample breasts, confined to her bra, were exposed in the sweltering heat, her cleavage, which she was always proud of, immediately became a drainage channel.
However, her seemingly cautious actions resulted in an unfortunate accident of exposure. Wang Youzi did not notice that the modern access control system was equipped with hidden surveillance cameras everywhere, and her exposed cleavage had already been fully observed by the security department.
After a while, a burly middle-aged man in a security guard uniform walked towards her. He smiled at her when he was still three or four steps away. Wang Youzi politely stood up and nodded in greeting.
"Youzi, it's so hot, there's no need to go to all that trouble. We're all family here. Just let me know, and I'll take Atong to pick up the car after work."
"Oh! How could I? Your commute is so far, I feel bad about wasting your time." "You're being too polite. Atong and I have only worked together for a few months, but we hit it off immediately, calling each other 'brother' all the time. What's a little thing like this?"
The man speaking with such righteous indignation was her husband's colleague, Yang Jiming. She heard he came from a military family, with all his family members holding important positions in the military. He had worked for this company after retiring from the army a few years ago. Her husband had received a lot of help from him when he first arrived, and Wang Youzi naturally felt a good impression of such a kind person.
Since he treated her husband like a brother, she knew that being too polite would make them seem too distant. "With Brother Yang taking care of my husband, I feel at ease. My husband is great in every way except he's very forgetful. Oh, speaking of which..." She took out a bunch of keys from her purse and continued, "Look, I didn't bring the house keys or the car keys with me. I told him this morning that I had dance class and would be back late. How can I do without these?"
Yang Jiming laughed heartily and handed her his hand forward. "Sigh, Ah Tong is really... Here, I'll take them. He's on duty right now and it's inconvenient for him. I'll put them in his pocket myself later. Ah... Speaking of which, I'll let you know in advance that after work I'll go with him to pick up the car and then have a few drinks at the seafood restaurant at the alley entrance... Don't worry, it's just for a bit of comfort. So... you won't refuse your older brother, will you?"
"Uh... If that's what you say, Brother Yang, then of course it's no problem, but..."
Before Wang Youzi could finish speaking, he silently took the keys and put them in his pocket, not giving her a chance to object. "Don't worry, it's just a few drinks, it's nothing! But, what kind of dance did you say you were practicing?" "To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I've been unemployed for so long that I've inevitably gained weight, so I signed up for a belly dancing class. I'm pretty bad at it, but it's good for me to exercise and lose some weight. I was just afraid you'd laugh at me." Yang Jiming carefully looked her up and down, then
looked at her suspiciously: "You have a slender figure and a curvaceous figure, why would you need to lose weight? You're probably just killing time, right?" His flattery was subtle and skillful, but Wang Youzi found it very pleasing: "Brother Yang, saying that makes me want to dig a hole and jump into it!"
Yang Jiming suddenly glanced at his watch, then smiled and said, "Oh dear! We got so caught up in our conversation that I forgot it's working hours, sorry..."
"Ah, that's terrible, then I won't bother you any longer. Please take the key."
After saying goodbye, Wang Youzi turned and left. Yang Jiming stood there, his eyes fixed on her round, swaying buttocks with ill intent, muttering to himself, "That's really something..." His hand slowly caressed the keys in his pocket, his tongue unconsciously tracing a path across his lips.
"Your husband must have done something really good in his past life to have a wife like this. Heh... it would be a shame not to taste this meat..."
The image of Wang Youzi's naked body immediately flashed into his mind, her large breasts swaying and beckoning him. He couldn't help but imagine that such a woman's private parts must be full and plump, and the sensation of a penis roaming inside her would be heaven on earth. However, imagination is ultimately just a fleeting shadow; the more he did it, the more tormented he became.
Yang Jiming had been secretly observing this couple for some time, and the longer he spent with them, the stronger these wicked thoughts grew, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. Through prolonged, indirect questioning, he discovered that Wang Youzi's husband, Lin Wantong, was not the type to be a tough guy. Not only did he lack principles, but he was also a prime example of someone who was henpecked. While Wang Youzi seemed capable, judging from the various signs that she frequently revealed her contempt for her husband, the two were clearly a mismatched couple. They had different interests, and even different personalities and values. Based on his extensive life experience, he estimated that the couple had probably only had sex a handful of times. The truth behind this situation intrigued him greatly.
He smirked and began to ponder in his heart. After a while,
he turned and walked back to the monitoring room. Yang Jiming entered the monitoring room and immediately closed the door. He plopped down in front of the monitoring computer and expertly reviewed the surveillance footage he had just saved. He paused on the moment Wang Youzi pulled open her collar, staring intently at the deep cleavage accentuated by her beautiful breasts. This sight made his penis gradually awaken.
"Those breasts must feel so soft and comfortable to touch. Lin Wantong must have rubbed them all over the place, right?" Thinking of this, jealousy and resentment grew.
"No… marrying him is like a beautiful flower with cow dung! Tsk, if I could just strip her naked and take advantage of her… I'd die happy…"
He muttered as he carefully saved this hard-won image, but his swollen lower body made him uncomfortable. Just then, Lin Wantong pushed open the door and entered: "Brother Yang, what's wrong with your face…? It looks terrible."
"I was fine before, it's all your wife's fault." Seeing an opportunity, Yang Jiming went along with it, shaking his head and blaming him.
"Youzi? She was just here? What did she say that made you…?"
Yang Jiming pointed to the chair in front of him and beckoned, "Come, sit down and let's talk…" Lin Wantong sat down, puzzled. Then he asked, "How long have you two been married?"
"Counting… this year is the sixth year."
"Six years and you still don't have a child?"
Faced with this question, A-Tong hesitated. The cunning Yang Jiming could see that there was something fishy going on, but he remained calm and pretended to regret, "Alas, no matter how busy we are with work, we still have our marital obligations, and carrying on the family line is a matter of course. Otherwise, how can we explain it to your parents?"
"Uh… it's not like that. Alas, Brother Yang, you don't understand. I have a secret I can't tell you."
Yang Jiming patted his shoulder like an older brother, "A-Tong, I've always treated you like a little brother. What can't we talk about?"
Lin Wantong sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered Yang Jiming's question, "Alright, let's just treat this as a casual chat between brothers. Let's not tell anyone after we leave this room."
"Of course," Yang Jiming assured him, patting his chest.
Lin Wantong paused, then began to explain, "I dated Youzi for three years before we got married. When I was young, I didn't know anything. What man wouldn't love her figure? We didn't use any protection during our intimate moments. We didn't have much money then, and I was afraid her family wouldn't accept it, so I had several abortions. This repeated abuse eventually made me infertile. Sigh… I only married her to be responsible for her."
Yang Jiming's eyes lit up. These two were practically husband and wife in name only. No matter how harmonious their sex life was, it couldn't compensate for their inability to conceive. Marriage can be long or short. Long marriages inevitably lead to a dull and tasteless end, while short ones are often abandoned after the relationship begins. Especially in a family without children, such a marital relationship is like walking a tightrope, teetering on the brink of collapse. Unless…
“Then… your parents know about your infertility?”
“I kept it from them at first, but the truth can’t stay hidden forever. Now they’re incredibly disappointed, and they even tried to force us to divorce.”
“What does your wife think?”
“Youzi can’t forgive my parents, and in the end, we’re completely estranged. Brother Yang, you don’t know… I’m afraid you’ll laugh if I tell you, but I feel so miserable if I don’t…” Ah Tong sighed helplessly, then continued, “Marrying a woman with that kind of beauty should be every man’s dream, but do you know she won’t let me touch her now? You can imagine the resentment she feels, and me…”
Yang Jiming interrupted, “You can’t stand a marriage without passion, right?”
Lin Wantong nodded with a bitter smile, “That’s about it.”
Seizing the opportunity… Seizing the opportunity, Yang Jiming tentatively asked, "When you need it, do you have to rely on yourself? I mean, brother... how miserable must your little brother be?"
Lin Wantong scratched his head sheepishly and said, "There's nothing I can do, sigh..."
Yang Jiming put his arm around his shoulder and whispered intimately in his ear, "Your wife has some mental issues, you need to find a way to help her. A couple like this for too long will get sick from all the stress. Youzi is human too, everyone has needs. Aren't you afraid she'll cheat on you later? You might even have an affair, and it wouldn't be honorable if the marriage ended." This alarmist talk was a wake-up call for Lin Wantong. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on and asked urgently, "This... brother, do you have a solution?"
"I do have a solution... but... sigh, never mind, it's not normal, I'm afraid you'll think I'm a pervert if I say it." "We're brothers, and you're speaking frankly on my behalf, so why would I make a fuss?"
Yang Jiming hesitated for a moment before saying, "If... cough, I mean if, your wife were sleeping with another man right in front of you, how would you feel?"
To his surprise, Lin Wantong straightened his back, his eyes widening in disbelief. Yang Jiming continued to fan the flames: "What kind of expression is that? I'm not kidding, there's a reason for this. She only sleeps with you; it's a different story with others. Sex needs different stimuli to create. As long as you agree, it's not considered infidelity. If you can rekindle this ice queen's interest in intimacy, wouldn't that be a good thing for you?"
Lin Wantong had a strong opinion on this. His wife was sleeping with someone else, and he was just a spectator—it seemed like he was at a disadvantage. But Yang Jiming didn't seem to be joking. He couldn't help but ask, "How do you know this will work?"
"You think you're the only one with a wife? What part of my wife haven't I touched? Now, when we come home, it's like a monk and a nun, each going their own way, utterly boring." He said this while glancing at Lin Wantong, knowing he'd have to put in some effort. So he continued, "I've thought about making some changes. Even a night of intimacy brings a hundred days of kindness; the rest of our lives are long. Who wants to live like this?"
"So, brother, you have this kind of trouble too? Haha, every family has its own problems."
"I'm different from you. I have a bowl of plain porridge while you have a string of sausages hanging around your neck. It's painful to look but not to eat!"
Lin Wantong's guard gradually lowered as he found his description amusing, and he casually chimed in, "Haha...that's true, but other people's wives are always better. Why don't we switch?"
Lin Wantong had fallen into his trap. This was exactly what Yang Jiming wanted: a promise that had become real. "Alright, whoever goes back on their word is a fool. A real man's word is his bond."
"This... Brother, you... are you serious?"
Yang Jiming glared at him, puffing out his beard. "Oh... you think my wife's taste is bland? Women of a certain age are much more skilled in bed than you, young man."
Lin Wantong suddenly felt like he was being forced into a corner and didn't know how to refuse. But men can't hide their curiosity about other men's wives in bed. He asked timidly, "How is your wife in bed, sister-in-law?"
Yang Jiming chuckled inwardly, even though this guy wasn't fooled. He then said casually, "My wife's skill in playing the flute... tsk tsk, just kidding. Look at those two plump lips of hers, oh... when she puts your thing in her mouth, her tongue licks around your penis so smoothly..." As
he vividly described it, Lin Wantong couldn't help but picture Yang's sister-in-law's sexy and full lips. He had only seen her twice. The first time was when he visited her home for the New Year, and the most recent time was when he was drinking in her living room after work. Although Yang Jiming's wife was thirty-eight, she wasn't as unattractive as Yang Jiming had described. She naturally exuded the charm of a mature woman, a quality usually found in middle-aged women. However, Yang's wife had good skin and took good care of herself. Although her belly was slightly protruding, her figure was still incredibly alluring, revealing an extra layer of seductive charm, a stark contrast to Wang Youzi.
Lin Wantong had never imagined that he could have a sexual encounter with the "sister-in-law" he spoke of, especially through her husband's recommendation. Thinking about this, and then about his wife at home, who was as cold as a wall, it would be self-deception not to be tempted. In a daze, he was already distracted, while Yang Jiming continued to ramble on: "Not many men can last long with that feeling. They'll be out of it in no time. Besides, my wife, after my training, can easily handle all kinds of positions. Otherwise, do you think it's a blessing from heaven that she still has this figure at almost forty? It's just that her husband's stamina is declining. It's pitiful for her to abstain from sex at her age. To be honest, I'm only thinking of her. If it weren't someone I trust, they wouldn't even be able to taste this meat!"
Lin Wantong said in a tone almost like he was talking to himself, "What if my sister-in-law objects?"
Yang Jiming knew that he had reached Lin Wantong's last line of defense. He only needed to gently exert force to succeed. He was delighted, but said unhurriedly, "Do you think I'm not worried? I'm not an expert in this area, but as long as we both agree, there's a way."
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With a smile still lingering on his face, Lin Wantong appeared carrying several bottles of wine. Looking at him, Yang Jiming's mind raced: "I'll soon be able to have my hands on Wang Youzi, the woman I've been longing for. Just thinking about undressing her is enough to make me want to shoot him. I can't wait!"
The two went up to the sixth floor. Yang Jiming nudged Lin Wantong's arm with his elbow and whispered, "Don't forget, dinner is one thing, but the wine is the real focus. You're here tonight to thank me for my hospitality. My wife can't hold her liquor; a few drinks and she's done for. It'll be easy for her. Remember, being too nervous will ruin things."
Just as he rang the doorbell, Li Yingmei answered. Lin Wantong stood behind Yang Jiming, casting a burning gaze at his sister-in-law. It was the first time he'd ever felt like looking at someone's wife with such lustful eyes. Li Yingmei wore a white round-neck top and a black knee-length skirt. Her legs were shapely and shapely. Perhaps harboring ulterior motives, she looked exceptionally alluring tonight.
Lin Wantong didn't know how he entered the living room, but when he came to, he found the three of them already sitting around the dining table.
"It's rare to see you here. I don't know what brought you here. It's been months since I last saw you,"
Li Yingmei said with a beaming smile, acting like a dutiful hostess. Yang Jiming noticed Lin Wantong staring blatantly at his wife's breasts and quickly kicked the table lightly as a warning.
Startled, Lin Wantong withdrew his unfriendly gaze, then remembered his task and quickly raised his glass in a toast: "Sister-in-law, you're too kind. I'm so sorry to bother you with your hospitality, especially since you're always taking care of me. Tonight, I'll offer this glass to you both as a token of my appreciation. I'll drink it all." With that, he downed the glass in one gulp.
Li Yingmei was slightly surprised, while Yang Jiming pretended to be polite, saying, "Oh, what's with the formalities between brothers? Seeing your hospitality, how could we, husband and wife, be so formal? Cheers!" Since
her husband had said so, Li Yingmei had no choice but to drink, but she couldn't help but think that her husband had probably forgotten that she had a very
low alcohol tolerance. After a few drinks, Li Yingmei's cheeks were flushed. Lin Wantong stared at her face with his honest eyes, but his heart was filled with hesitation and turmoil: "Sister-in-law looks especially beautiful tonight. I wonder if my brother and I's plan is reliable. What if she..."
Lin Wantong hesitated for a moment, but unexpectedly, after drinking a few cups, Li Yingmei changed her previous composure and generously raised her glass: "Come on, this cup is for you, uh... for you... this... may all your wishes come true! Come on!" Before she finished speaking, Li Yingmei downed the glass in one gulp.
"Hehe, look at you, staring at me like that. Do you want me to feed you?"
These words snapped Lin Wantong out of his daze. Realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly downed his drink and apologized. Yang Jiming had seen all this. He knew perfectly well that his wife would become even more unrestrained after a few more drinks.
So, Yang Jiming intensified his drinking offensive. One bottle was quickly emptied, and by the time the second bottle was served, Li Yingmei was already feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Her stomach was churning, and she was in considerable discomfort
, yet she forced a smile. "Ugh, this wine is getting stronger the more I drink. It's making me so hot!"
Yang Jiming said, taking off his shirt and revealing his bare upper body. He then winked at Lin Wantong, who, without hesitation, followed suit and removed his shirt as well.
Li Yingmei was naturally familiar with her husband's body, but she wasn't so familiar with Lin Wantong's. She caught a glimpse of his strong chest and broad shoulders, and her already slightly tipsy consciousness grew even more hazy. A surge of heat became unbearable, and disregarding the presence of other men, she casually unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt to relieve her boredom.
As her clothes were loosened, Li Yingmei's alluring cleavage became clearly visible. Lin Wantong swallowed hard, oblivious to his impulsive gaze lingering on his sister-in-law's deep breasts, his lower body unconsciously stirring.
"Atong, don't you see how my wife is after drinking?"
"Uh...yes...yes..."
"Haven't you noticed? Look, her complexion is much rosier, her eyes are more alluring, even her hair seems darker."
"Atong's right here, what nonsense are you spouting..."
Yang Jiming seized the opportunity to elaborate. Lin Wantong, of course, understood the reasoning; Li Yingmei's ample breasts had already aroused his desire, and after a few drinks, he had become bolder.
"It really seems so. Sister-in-law was always a beauty, and now that you mention it, she really does look different."
Lin Wantong's flattery pleased Li Yingmei. Men saying such inappropriate things at the dinner table was just for entertainment, and with the alcohol on her side, she seemed to have no reason to spoil the fun, so she didn't respond. But she didn't expect her husband to become more and more explicit.
"Hey, that's just the surface. What you ca
n't see is even more exciting." Yang Jiming spoke without restraint, his hands gesturing to his chest, and he kept winking at his wife. Li Yingmei's already flushed cheeks turned even redder, and she felt ashamed. Just as she was about to stop him, the two continued, "Brother Yang, you mean..."
"Of course, it's her fair and round breasts under her clothes! Look, that cleavage... tsk tsk..." The more vulgar the words used at the moment, the more aphrodisiac they seemed to have. Yang Jiming was clearly a master of this. "Don't talk nonsense when you've had too much to drink. Atong is an honest man, don't corrupt him!"
Li Yingmei lightly patted Yang Jiming's thigh, but didn't show any displeasure.
"I'm innocent! My dear wife..."
Seeing this, Yang Jiming added fuel to the fire, putting his arm around her shoulder and saying, "I was just praising you, I wasn't talking nonsense, look..."
Unexpectedly, her husband's large hand grabbed and climbed onto her breasts, giving them a few squeezes: "Atong, look, aren't they very bouncy? They're just as good as a young girl's, aren't they?"
Her husband's sudden action made Li Yingmei's body tremble involuntarily, but she also felt a little ticklish, and couldn't help but giggle, raising her hand to push away her husband's restless hand: "Hehe, don't be so handsy, it's not good for outsiders to see." "Excuse me. How disgusting!"
This string of explicit flirting between the couple made Lin Wantong's crotch burn with urges. Without thinking, he blurted out, "Sister-in-law's breasts are so tempting, I just want to feast my eyes on them. With a wife like that, I truly envy Brother Yang."
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he'd spoken the truth and was annoyed at the awkward atmosphere. Unexpectedly, Li Yingmei, instead of being angry, spoke with a hint of drunkenness and flirtatiousness, "Oh...husband, do you think our Atong has finally figured things out? He just said he wanted to touch my breasts. Am I fortunate enough to have that honor?"
"Hehe, would you let him touch you? If he gets a taste for it, he might take off your underwear next, and I won't know."
"Hmph! You two are clearly lecherous..."
Li Yingmei's drunkenness deepened, and she immediately forgot the proper boundaries of a sister-in-law. She didn't care at all about the lewd conversation between the two of them. She even raised her glass to Lin Wantong and said coquettishly, "Come on, sister-in-law, have a drink... you have three. If I'm unconscious after you finish, I, this old ghost, will pretend I don't know anything!"
Lin Wantong was overjoyed and quickly finished three glasses of wine, ready to close the deal. Unexpectedly, Li Yingmei didn't touch a drop of wine. She stared at the empty glass in front of him, frowned slightly, and said, "I'm going to die, are you serious?"
Lin Wantong's lust was aroused. He didn't care about right or wrong and used a retreat to smooth things over for her: "It's okay if sister-in-law doesn't drink. Just pretend it never happened."
"Yes, my dear wife, what if you get so drunk you die after this drink? As the older brother, I can't possibly say no! The risk is too high, let's put the bet on hold, shall we?"
"Oh, you two... seem pretty sure I'll have to pay for this one drink?"
Li Yingmei stubbornly finished her drink, slamming the glass down on the table with a crisp "bang." "Well... I did drink it..."
The two men were both delighted and disappointed.
Then she reached under the table and awkwardly groped around for a while. Lin Wantong and Yang Jiming exchanged glances, unsure of Li Yingmei's intentions. Then she held up a pair of black silk panties in one hand and swayed them: "But as for the panties... I took them off myself. There's nothing under your skirt now, sister-in-law!"
She tossed them aside, and the panties landed squarely on Lin Wantong's face. Yang Jiming never expected his wife to be able to hold her liquor this long, let alone do this. He was at a loss for whether to be happy or sad.
As Lin Wantong slowly removed the "gift" from his face, he openly sniffed the unique scent of a woman's private parts from Li Yingmei's underwear. Under the influence of alcohol, he couldn't help but lean his chair closer to Li Yingmei and whisper in her ear, "Sister-in-law, you smell so good down there!"
Li Yingmei felt a short rush of air into her ear, which not only made her feel unbearably itchy but also extremely stimulating. The last bit of clarity in her mind vanished. Completely forgetting her husband sitting next door, she pressed her cheek against Lin Wantong's and whispered, "You're so greedy..."
Seeing his wife was completely entranced and almost finished, Yang Jiming winked at Lin Wantong, saying, "Wife, I think you're drunk. Should I have Ah Tong help you to your room to rest?"
Li Yingmei laughed at Lin Wantong, "Heh...you naughty thing, look at me, your husband, about to hand me over to someone else. Should I agree or disagree?"
"What nonsense! I just think you're drunk."
Li Yingmei didn't even glance at Yang Jiming, continuing, "Let me tell you...when this deadbeat was young, all he did was...do that kind of thing. Now that he's older, he won't even touch me..." As she spoke, she took Lin Wantong's hand and placed it on her chest without hesitation, muttering, "Look, I'm only thirty-eight...do you think these breasts are inferior to your old hag's? No...I don't know what this deadbeat is complaining about?" Lin Wantong seized the opportunity, his five fingers gripping Li Yingmei's ample breasts, which were indeed soft yet firm, making them irresistible.
Just as Yang Jiming was about to say something, Li Yingmei whispered in Lin Wantong's ear, and then the two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Now look at you, forgetting your husband as soon as you have a man, and calling me bad? Wantong, you be the judge!" "Brother, sister-in-law is drunk..." "
Nonsense, I'm perfectly sober... oh... just a little headache..."
"Sister-in-law, let me help you to your room to rest!"
"Heh, you really want to drive me crazy?" She finished speaking, her breasts jiggling with laughter.
Seeing an opportunity, Yang Jiming seized the chance: "Look at you, so seductive! Would you rather he just take you right here and now? Fine, a gentleman helps others achieve their goals. I'll see if you have the guts."
He reached out to pull off her skirt. Li Yingmei giggled coquettishly, momentarily forgetting her drunken state, and tried to get up to dodge. Losing her senses, she stumbled backward. Lin Wantong, emboldened by some unknown force, grabbed her tightly and pressed his lips to hers.
Li Yingmei let out a soft moan, whether from exhaustion or unwillingness, and instead entangled her tongue with his. Driven by lust, Lin Wantong lost his reason. As he roughly fondled her breasts, Yang Jiming teased from the side, "Well, well! You really are a pair of adulterers, kissing another man in front of your husband. Do you want to drive me crazy?" Whether it was sobering up or a pang of conscience, Li Yingmei suddenly pushed Lin Wantong away and struggled to break free from his embrace, stammering, "He...he seduced me, it was just...just a kiss...I didn't let him..."
With things having progressed this far, Lin Wantong suddenly became a beast, recklessly and effortlessly pressing Li Yingmei down onto the table from behind. He then impatiently lifted her skirt, revealing her round, plump buttocks. The dishes on the table were quickly overturned and piled up, and her face was covered in oil and soup, making her look quite disheveled.
Seeing his wife being treated so unkindly by another man, Yang Jiming felt a pang of resentment. He knew he had only himself to blame for letting the wolf into his house, and he could only silently vow, "Fine! You'll see how I fuck your wife!"
Just as Lin Wantong unzipped his pants and was about to thrust, he heard Li Yingmei's lewd slurring, "Look at you... so impatient! You've already flipped up her skirt, and you don't even know to lick her vulva first. Even if you're going to put your penis in my hole, don't ejaculate inside... my husband will be unhappy."
Hearing this, Lin Wantong remembered Yang Jiming watching from the sidelines. His erect penis was pressed against his wife's vulva, just a little more force was needed, and he was caught in an awkward situation, unsure whether to go in or not. Although Yang Jiming was full of wicked thoughts, this was the first time he had ever witnessed his wife being pinned down with her bare buttocks exposed
. To say he felt no reluctance or resentment would be against his conscience. But thinking of Wang Youzi's body, he steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and nodded to Lin Wantong. Having received approval, he was no longer troubled. Lin Wantong opened his bloodshot eyes wide, staring at the large, beautiful buttocks before him. He lightly grasped his penis, confirmed its position, took a deep breath, and thrust his dark, veiny penis precisely into Li Yingmei's vagina.
Li Yingmei immediately cried out, "Ah...you really put it in..."
Fueled by alcohol, Lin Wantong thrust wildly, their bodies quickly joining and separating with a "slap slap" sound. Yang Jiming, seeing his wife's buttocks and breasts undulating under another man's lewdness, felt an unbelievable excitement welling up inside him. He couldn't even describe the feeling. In his daze, he heard Li Yingmei repeatedly moan, "Husband...husband, who's fucking me? Ah...ah...it feels so good..." The woman before him, both familiar and unfamiliar, wore a look of pain yet also pleasure, a wanton expression. Faced with this out-of-control scene, Yang Jiming couldn't help but recall when he first met Li Yingmei. She was only twenty-five years old then. Although she wasn't stunningly beautiful, she was certainly quite attractive. They married late, and he didn't marry her until she was thirty. Whether it was fate or destiny, they had no children in the past eight years. Perhaps for this reason, Li Yingmei, nearing forty, was still charming and alluring.
"Oh...oh...so deep...so deep..."
He watched his wife's mature and alluring body overflow with sexual excitement, while Lin Wantong, drenched in sweat, vigorously pushed and pulled. This live sex act between the two filled him with excitement but also a sense of indescribable loneliness.
"Sister-in-law...I didn't expect you to be so tight...so slippery down there...like a well...it's melting my dick..."
"Ah...I'm going to die...so lewd...it's so full inside...harder..."
Hearing Li Yingmei's seductive arousal, Lin Wantong put on an even more energetic performance, the dining table already creaking under the strain. Like parched land receiving rain, coupled with the stimulation of having sex with another man in front of her husband, Li Yingmei was filled again and again. She could almost feel the shape of Lin Wantong's hard penis, the protruding edge of the glans scraping against her sensitive flesh walls with the speed, constantly surging with a painful yet pleasurable sensation.
"Good man... good Ah Tong... it's so itchy... it's so itchy there..."
Her body told her that her vagina needed a tight feeling, but when Lin Wantong thrust in and satisfied her, it was a soul-stirring and bone-melting destruction, followed by an empty and boundless emptiness, and then the cycle of wanting to be violated.
Yang Jiming, meanwhile, stood silently by, a superfluous husband. Unsurprisingly, he too was drawn in by the couple's passionate embrace, unconsciously pulling out his penis and joining in the throes of passion.
"A-Tong, hurry up and fuck this slut harder! Damn, what a horny woman! I'll just sit here and watch the show!"
"Husband, husband...save me...I'm about to be fucked to death..." Suddenly, Lin Wantong stopped, leaving Li Yingmei's vagina feeling empty. Desperate, she turned and pleaded, "No...don't stop...please, please move!"
Lin Wantong swept the table clean and then turned her around, spreading her legs, finally giving him a chance to examine his sister-in-law's private parts. Although Li Yingmei's genitals, ravaged by him, were already red and wet, her pubic hair was neatly arranged. Her labia, though brown, were still fresh and full. If it weren't for her usual meticulous care of her vulva, Yang Jiming's statement that he and his wife hadn't had sex in a long time wouldn't be untrue.
"That look in your eyes...it's so embarrassing! Don't look...hurry! I can't hold back...I want you inside..." He finally gave her his pleasure, his penis, after a fierce struggle, showing no sign of yielding, still swollen and full of Li Yingmei's soft, warm private parts.
"Ah...coming..."
Li Yingmei's legs, clad in high heels, were hoisted high onto Lin Wantong's shoulders, swaying incessantly with their piston-like movements. This position allowed Lin Wantong to penetrate even deeper, each thrust hitting precisely the depths of her flower. Before long, Li Yingmei's hair was disheveled, she had become a slave to sex, falling into a depraved hell and seemingly sinking endlessly.
Lin Wantong was also nearing his climax, his hips twisting and thrusting even more frequently. Besides the sublimation of his senses, all he saw were Li Yingmei's wildly bouncing breasts. But soon, she would become his private, exquisite vessel.
"Ah... Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law..." Lin Wantong's waist stiffened, his face contorted. Li Yingmei realized something was wrong and frantically twisted her hips, crying out, "No... no... pull it out quickly..." But it was too late. The hot semen gushed straight into Li Yingmei's vagina, which was involuntarily spasming and contracting.
Although Lin Wantong was exhausted, he was also satisfied. He collapsed weakly onto Li Yingmei's half-naked body. Li Yingmei desperately tried to push him away, sobbing, "I told you not to ejaculate inside, what if... what if..."
Lin Wantong only remembered kissing her again and saying, "Sister-in-law, don't worry... don't leave it for me..." Then he gasped for breath and became unresponsive.
Li Yingmei thought of Yang Jiming and looked around before realizing that her husband had already fallen onto the sofa, fast asleep, just like his limp penis.
After a passionate encounter, she finally regained some clarity, recalling Lin Wantong's words, "Brother, don't leave this to me..." A wave of sorrow washed over her. Although she hadn't carried on the Yang family line, she had fulfilled her duties as a wife, playing the role of a dutiful and virtuous helpmate. But tonight's transgression had resulted in her giving her body to another man. How would her husband view such a wife when he regained his senses?
Thinking of this, tears of regret streamed down her face. If her husband didn't want her anymore, would she be adopted by the man she was on top of?
Her sobs trembled slightly, waking Lin Wantong, who was on top of her.
Lin Wantong opened his blurry eyes and saw her tears. He was immediately filled with guilt: "Sister-in-law... uh... it's all my fault, we both drank too much... you..."
Hearing his stammering words of comfort, Li Yingmei was filled with distress: "I've let you have your way with me, you've played with me, and you still call me sister-in-law..."
"Uh... you are, after all, my brother's..."
"Do you even remember whose wife I am? And yet you did that in front of him..."
Lin Wantong's heart clenched, but seeing Yang Jiming fast asleep, he felt relieved.
"He... sigh... I... don't worry, I'll be good to you. My brother drank too much, he won't remember anything tomorrow morning, you... you believe me, it'll be alright."
Lin Wantong was naturally confident about this, but Li Yingmei couldn't help but smile. Her impression of Lin Wantong was that of a simple and honest person, whose reasoning was often vague. If he hadn't drunk too much, this wouldn't have happened.
But his robust physique captivated her. His performance just now had given her an orgasm she hadn't experienced in a long time, a pleasure she had long forgotten, which still made her heart flutter.
"Then...why aren't you going to pull it out?"
Lin Wantong then realized that his little brother, now back to normal, was still stuck in her warm honey hole. Only after her reminder did he shyly and quickly withdraw.
Li Yingmei got up and straightened her clothes. Seeing Lin Wantong standing there helplessly, she couldn't help but chuckle: "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to help me wash up? You're covered in greasy food, you have to take responsibility for that, right?" After saying that, she took his hand and led him to the bathroom.
"What about Big Brother? He..."
"Why bother with him? He'll sleep until dawn, let him be."
Li Yingmei turned around and swayed her round hips as she walked into the bathroom. Lin Wantong hesitated for a moment but couldn't care less. As soon as the door closed, Li Yingmei muttered, "Well, I have a way to subdue your Brother Yang about this, but in the future... don't be so blatant..."
Lin Wantong's eyes lit up at the word "future," and he leered at his sister-in-law, who was bending over and taking off her skirt with her back to him. His penis quietly hardened again, and he accidentally poked her buttocks.
Li Yingmei turned around and saw this scene. She was startled at first, then coquettishly scolded her husband, "Look at you... you're so annoying! I can't do it! I'm so sore all over, and my insides are still burning hot. Do you have to ruin me to be happy? Hmm, it's so big... can I use my mouth?"
"Uh... yes, Brother Yang said you're a master at playing the flute..."
"Oh dear, stop being so cheeky."
Soon, lewd sounds and moans echoed from the bathroom again, making the night seem even more beautiful.
(To be continued)
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