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The Story of R 

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Let me tell you a story. This story is mostly my own imagination, and since it's a story, there are naturally elements of truth and fiction. Please don't take it personally. I. I'm a municipal worker. Our local city construction is basically complete these past few years. Now, most of the projects we take on are in other places, so I've been frequently traveling for work these past few years. Unfortunately, it's been a year since we got married, and my wife has complained to me countless times. Every time we talk on the phone, she tries her best to appease me. I usually get a 15-day break every two and a half months. The timing is fixed, and every time I go home, I bring my wife various gifts. When I get home, I dote on her to make up for the lack of care I've given her since we started living apart. Last time I went home, my wife told me she wanted a baby to keep her company. To be honest, my wife is six years younger than me, and in my heart, I always felt she was still a child. Now that she suddenly wants a child and to be a mother herself, it feels a little strange. But on the other hand, a woman living alone, going back and forth between home and work every day, must be lonely, right? If she had a child to keep her company, she wouldn't nag me so often. Hearing her words, I quickly agreed, "Okay, actually I've wanted one for a long time. I'll go take a shower now..." My wife is quite demanding and very clean. Every time we make love, she requires me to shower, and we must use a condom; otherwise, she absolutely won't let me touch her. She rarely kisses me, and only after I've brushed my teeth. Gradually, I developed the habit of showering before sex, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that... Actually, I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but in reality, I'm a rather dull person and not very talkative (according to my colleagues). I've never had sex with any other woman besides my wife, and I've never had a girlfriend. So, my knowledge of sex, besides porn, is mostly based on what my wife says. I'm a rather traditional person, and we always have sex at night. My wife always asks me to turn off the lights first, and she always gets under the covers before taking off her clothes. To this day, I've never actually seen her naked, and I don't know if other couples are like this. I'm too embarrassed to ask others, so I usually just go along with her when it comes to sex. I met my wife through an introduction. Later, she sometimes told me about that blind date experience—she had just broken up with her boyfriend, and it was close to the New Year. She originally wanted to go back to her hometown, but her friend's mother insisted that she come and meet me. She said she liked me because I gave off a very reliable feeling, and she didn't like overly flamboyant people like her ex-boyfriend. She felt that a successful man should be like me... Our relationship progressed smoothly, and we got married in less than six months. To be honest, while I wouldn't call myself a high achiever, I do own a car and a house, and my monthly income of 20,000-30,000 yuan is considered quite good in our area. Perhaps my wife really likes my down-to-earth nature… My wife is young, beautiful, and has a great figure; it's truly a blessing that she chose me. Naturally, I dote on her immensely. During my recent trip home, my wife told me she was pregnant, already three months along, and hadn't told me yet because she wanted to surprise me. Honestly, I was overjoyed. I immediately called my family and threw a big dinner that evening to share the good news. During dinner, my mother-in-law wanted to take her daughter back to her parents' house. My mother had originally suggested bringing her to their place to take care of her, but my wife insisted on going back to her parents' home. Naturally, I didn't say anything and went with her. Actually, my wife's family isn't very well-off; they live in a small village near our city. My father-in-law is rather lazy (in my opinion), and his family isn't wealthy. I've suggested going back to the city several times, but she just won't agree. Right after the New Year, I suddenly received a message from my company. An accident happened at a small construction site I was affiliated with, and they needed me to immediately send my personal documents and qualification certificates by express mail. The company was further resolving the issue, and if necessary, I would also need to fly to the site immediately. My documents were at home, so naturally I couldn't stay with my wife. On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year (we have a custom of chopping up villains and making dumplings on this day), I rushed home alone to send my qualification certificates by express mail and waited at home for the company's call. Because I didn't know if I needed to go to the site, I couldn't go to my wife's house to be with her. That evening, a roommate called me. We were like brothers when we lived together in the dorm. Actually, we hadn't kept in touch since graduating from university, and I don't know how he got my contact information, but with personal information being leaked so easily these days, finding someone shouldn't be a problem. After all, I've been in the workforce for many years, and although I'm not good with words, I still know some basic politeness, so I politely invited him over for dinner… to my surprise, he readily agreed. He said he missed me too… For ease of remembering, let's call him R. Back in school, R was a "legendary" figure. My impression of him was that he was always fighting and going to hotels with his girlfriend. I really disliked that kind of person. But I would eavesdrop on him bragging to his roommates about his romantic escapades after lights out, and sometimes he would tell me about his hotel experiences privately, which I always envied. Our relationship was basically just that of roommates. After all, we weren't in school anymore, and since he was coming to visit, I couldn't refuse him. But there was no need to take him to a restaurant... so I ordered some takeout and decided to have a few drinks with him at home that night, to avoid being bored by myself. R arrived in less than half an hour, and for some reason, I felt a little nervous seeing him. R was still the same as in college, talking in a flippant manner. And he was very direct, saying, "Look, I didn't bring anything. I just wanted to find a place to mooch a few drinks... nothing special." Maybe I was a little afraid of him, and inviting him was also a way of proving that I was doing well after school, to show off my superiority in front of him. But my heart still pounded when I saw him arrive. I invited him into the living room. Perhaps because we're old classmates, he seemed quite at ease in someone else's house. He came in without even changing his shoes… Actually, we don't have slippers that big for his feet at home. He's very tall, easily 1.88 meters (that's what he said, but I think he's less than 2 meters). So I was at a huge disadvantage in terms of presence (I'm less than 175cm). Seeing me alone at home, he said in an annoying way, "You're home alone during the New Year, are you divorced too?" (Seriously, he cursed me like that right after we had a baby.) "No, no! My wife went to her parents' house." Just then, the delivery guy arrived. Well, what's done is done. We sat down and poured some wine. We exchanged a few words, mostly questions and answers. Through our conversation, I learned a bit about his current situation (I didn't ask him about it; he just talked on and on, and I was like a dumping ground for his stories). Basically, he's now partnered with someone in loan sharking, earning about 500,000 to 600,000 yuan a year. His wife was too strict, so he divorced her and now lives alone (no parents). He felt very lost during the New Year and wanted to chat with an old friend. He scrolled through his phone and realized I was the only suitable person… It's ironic that I'm considered an old friend of his. My initial feelings were mixed, but as we drank more and more, my guard lowered. We started talking about my own situation. His reply was: "I can't believe a bookworm like you could find a wife, haha." "Just kidding." He's indeed tall, handsome, and smart, very suitable for navigating today's society. "Working for others like this isn't good; you should do it yourself. After the New Year, I'll break up with them and pull off a big heist." There's definitely some shady stuff involved in the shift from illegal to legal lending in recent years. His "pull off a big heist" sounds too gangster-like. "No kids yet" (I didn't want to talk to someone like him about his wife's pregnancy). "How can I not have kids? You know X-Yu from my old school? He's raising one for me, of course, it's his wife and I who had it." X-Yu was also from our school; they used to hang out together. "He doesn't know, does he? Asking me like that, are you stupid or is he stupid? Haha." This guy's just bragging. From here, it was like a switch was flipped; he started telling me about his glamorous world again:
Let me tell you, we're all human, and women have those needs too. The key is whether you have what they want. It's not just about money. I never spend money on women. People like you who pay for prostitutes are the kind of people who do that, haha. We're dealing with respectable women. What do I mean by respectable women? Take X-Yu's wife, for example. When they got married, I saw her immediately. That big ass must be great for childbearing, and I can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck her from behind. When they came over to toast, I knew from just one look that she was a slut, and I knew I had a chance. After their honeymoon, I deliberately spent time with them a few times. Once, we went on a road trip together, and that night I just slept with her in their tent. X-Yu went fishing. At first, she pretended to be unwilling, but when I pressed her down and touched her, she was already fucking wet. Isn't she a slut? I just gave her a good beating. Why use a condom? We're all adults, doesn't she know she can take pills? Haha. With your guts, you wouldn't be able to do this. I did it a few more times in the following years. But I liked to be on top of her and thrust into her from behind. Grabbing that big, fat ass and spreading it wide. It was so much fun. Let me show you a picture. The woman in the picture has dark skin, not as alluring as I imagined, and I don't understand how R could tell at a glance that this woman was slept with. But this woman's hips are definitely wide. The woman is half-squatting, wiping a child's mouth. It seems to be in an amusement park in the city. The date is two years ago. "Don't talk nonsense in public." Putting away his phone, he continued to tell me about his glorious achievements, how none of the women I set my sights on escaped. You have to understand, you want this woman, and this woman wants what. Actually, it's simply a matter of mutual benefit... Maybe he had too much to drink, because as he was talking, he suddenly stood up, pulled down his pants, and grabbed his penis with one hand. "Tell me, if an old woman tastes my cock, wouldn't she want to do it a few more times? I'm not kidding, all the old women I've slept with tell me that when they go home and have sex with their husbands, they don't feel anything anymore. When they're having sex, all they can think about is me." To be honest, my first impression of his was that it was dark, like the color of those sandalwood bracelets. Black with a reddish tinge, a dark reddish-black with an oily sheen. Because we weren't sitting far apart, I could smell a strong stench of urine. I made an excuse to get up and draw the curtains. "Hey, Third Brother, you've had too much to drink. What are you doing showing this?" (He's the third oldest in the dorm.) "What the hell? You're not convinced! Come on, take your pants off and let me see your cock?" Mine really can't compare to his. First of all, there's my height. If his is 188cm, mine is only 100cm. I thought it would be great if his was proportional to his height. I guess his girth is a whole size bigger than mine. It's not because of his size. First of all, in terms of personal income, surrounding environment, and attitude towards women, I was completely outmatched by him. When he first arrived, I was originally planning to have a friendly, even conversation with him. But seeing how our conversation is going, my confidence is gradually waning. But I still want to fight back. "Alright, hurry up and pack it up. I can smell it from afar." "Hehe, you know what, some young women like my smell. As soon as they smell it, they insist on wrapping themselves up so they can keep the smell inside them~, come and smell it." I really didn't know how to respond to that. "Alright, it's cold in this house, don't get cold." (My wife went to her parents' house, and I turned off the radiator before she left.) You know what, I actually had a bit of a stomachache today. Seeing that I was concerned about him, he didn't hold it against me. He packed up his drinks and sat back down. "Come on, keep drinking." "I can't take it anymore, I'll get drunk if I drink any more." My alcohol tolerance is average. And my wife doesn't like me drinking, so I rarely drink, and my alcohol tolerance is even lower. "What are you afraid of? Get drunk, so be it. Are you afraid I'll sleep with you? Don't worry, I'm not interested in men, I'm not gay." Looking at the time, it was almost 1 a.m. "Look, it's getting late, I have some things to do at work tomorrow..." Actually, my meaning was simple: I wanted this guy to leave quickly and not have anything to do with him again. He turned around and looked at his watch, "Damn, it's already 1 a.m. How about I stay here tonight?" This wasn't a question at all, it was a command. Maybe I was genuinely afraid of him, because I reluctantly said, "Okay." II. I live in a three-bedroom apartment, one master bedroom, and one that we've converted into a study (basically my wife's computer room). Because my wife is pregnant, she's converted one of the bedrooms into a nursery without my permission, and she's thrown away all the old furniture. I've subtly asked him where we'll hire someone to take care of her and the baby, or where her parents will stay when they come. She completely ignores me. Even the slightest criticism I make will make her angry. Usually, I just stay silent until she gets really angry. In our relationship, my wife has always been very assertive. Maybe she insisted on going back to her parents' house because I mentioned that the people who took care of her after giving birth had nowhere to stay; the houses in the countryside are indeed quite large. I suggested to R that we both sleep in the bedroom. (Actually, the sofa at home is quite big, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask him to sleep on it, I don't know why.) "Well, there's no other way, your place isn't very big." Actually, my place is quite large, 150 square meters. It's probably smaller compared to his house. I opened the bedroom door and went in to make the bed. R followed me in. R looked up and saw the photo of my wife and me, and he clearly paused for a moment. My heart suddenly felt heavy. He understood my thoughts: "Don't worry, you can't mess with a friend's wife." This guy, isn't X-Yu a friend? I thought to myself, I can't let this guy take a liking to my wife. "This is all makeup and post-production." I quickly took the bedding out of the closet and made the bed. R stood behind me, watching me quickly spread the bedding. It felt like a husband watching his wife make the bed for him... "Do you want to wash up before you sleep?" "No need." I've long since developed the habit of brushing my teeth before bed; I really can't sleep without brushing. I slipped out of the bedroom. I vaguely heard R say behind me, "...What a coincidence." His voice was very soft and not very clear, so I didn't pay much attention. After a quick wash, I returned to the bedroom and saw R already lying down, playing on his phone. I was quite unhappy because R was using my wife's blanket. We usually only have two blankets at home, and it was getting late. I hadn't gone to get a new one. I had deliberately put my wife's blanket inside, because based on my impression of him, he was rather lazy and probably wouldn't like sleeping in it. Who would have thought he would sleep in it? "My stomach hurts a bit, and this pink one looks thicker, so I slept in it. Is that okay?" What could I say? I slunk into my green blanket. But I could clearly sense that R wasn't as sleepy as before, unlike when he looked tired when it was almost 1 a.m. Now he seemed a little excited. "Since I slept in yours, let me show you my private collection." He handed me his phone. "These are my mementos from over the years." I swiped through the screen, and there were pictures. I was quite sleepy, but seeing these, I slowly became a little excited. The unpleasantness of him sleeping in my wife's blanket faded away as I flipped through the photos. The women's faces in the photos had been blurred. R always has his rules when he's out having fun. Various backgrounds, various poses, women with various hair lengths, different body types, some sexy and alluring, others average-looking. The main focus of the photos was that big, dark, ebony-colored thing. Because they were all having sex, the erection looked particularly thick. Thinking back, R was probably looking at these pictures while I was washing up. When I came back, I could see a huge bulge in my wife's blanket. What kind of underwear could have such good elasticity? This guy must be sleeping naked under my wife's blanket without underwear... I flipped through the pictures one by one, while R silently watched from the side. When he saw a picture that didn't seem particularly special, R suddenly spoke up, "Stop for a second, look at this woman's figure." The picture showed a petite woman on a hotel bed. Her face had been edited, her hair was up, and the angle made it impossible to tell the actual length of her hair. The woman was kneeling on R's body with one leg, and half-squatting with the other leg on R's side. One hand was pulling at her only thong, exposing her genitals. She was leaning back, and the other hand was tightly gripping R's big penis from behind. R's glans was already inside the woman's body, and her labia were stretched very red and thin. It looked like she was about to sit down to put that hard thing inside her. The pose was lewd, but nothing particularly special, and her figure wasn't the best in these photos. However, it was still quite good. "It's this little bitch who, smelling my scent, wants to give me a blowjob," he said, a sinister smile spreading across his face. It seems he told me to stop so he could prove what he said during dinner. The next photo was a close-up of the woman's genitals; in the previous photo, the penis was fully inserted into her vagina. In this one, she wasn't holding onto her thong anymore; the black thong was loose and askew, and the area where the woman and her penis were joined was covered in white foam. "This little bitch is enjoying being fucked. At first, she wasn't used to my big cock, but look at her now..."He inserted his penis into her wet vagina, and after only a few thrusts, it all turned into white foam. She slumped over on me. Seeing that she was exhausted, I pressed her to the side and gave her a good beating. This woman couldn't take it, and soon she passed out. Looking at the next picture, the woman was lying on her back, her face obscured, her expression hidden. R was holding both of her hands, and his large, black penis was inside her vagina. "I'm shooting into her pussy." He wasn't wearing a condom either. "Does she have a boyfriend? Why did you shoot inside her like that?" "Haha, this little bitch is already married. But she'd only been married for six months back then. I was teasing her, asking if she was a virgin when she got married? She told me she had a boyfriend before her husband, her first love, and that guy got her virginity. She seems a lot like me, but not as big as my dick, and not as manly. Actually, I know this little slut just wants me to fuck her!" The next picture was of a woman giving R oral sex, only the base of his penis was visible. In reality, a woman can't take the whole thing in, but the face was heavily edited. "Who did the facial editing?" "It was this little bitch, the one from earlier." R only had one picture of each woman on his phone, but he had many of these pictures of this woman. I was just about to ask him. He himself said, "Do you know why there are so many photos of this woman? Because before the Lunar New Year, my buddy and I had a threesome with this little bitch, and it's still going strong. She just said her husband is going home, so she can't play with me right now." "Doesn't her husband live at home? He works in another city too?" Why did I say "also"? "He's a state-owned enterprise employee, always on business trips." Hearing his words, I felt a sudden pang in my heart. Seeing my expression, he added, "I think his name is something like North China Petroleum Company No. 6." Looks like I was overthinking it… Actually, some people from Chinese oil companies do work abroad year-round; no wonder she gets cuckolded. They're different from us. We usually don't go too far; it's mostly construction projects in nearby cities. We can drive back in an hour or two. But I'm really too unromantic; I never know how to surprise my wife. Seeing this woman really served as a warning: don't be too rigid in your actions, or you'll get cuckolded. R said, "I met this girl on QQ. She told me she hadn't slept with her husband much since getting married, that he was impotent, older than her, and unromantic. Besides earning money, he was practically useless. Seeing this woman was promising, I slowly steered her towards her complaints about her husband. At first, she was very arrogant, playing hard to get, but I like challenges. Like an old doctor prescribing the same old remedy, I coaxed and lured her into chatting. No rush. I added her to a local meetup group. Last year, the group admin organized a Children's Day party. These kinds of groups are for people who have a reason to meet, and a reason to meet anyway. Whether those women are lonely or bored, most are just too timid to meet one-on-one; having a hundred or so people together, especially on Children's Day during the day, is quite troublesome. This woman had photos on her QQ profile, and I found her quickly." "To be honest, with my charisma, I could have easily won her over." I thought to myself, "With your roguish looks, it's no wonder some girls like you." He continued, "When most people left at night, those who liked each other went to a karaoke bar. This little bitch, of course, didn't leave. At the amusement park, I lightly nudged her stomach with my dick a couple of times. I guess she wanted to try my big dick too. After singing and drinking, I figured I'd hooked her up enough, so I dragged her to the toilet. Let's get started. First, I pressed her down and told her to 'suck' my dick. This little bitch's eyes lit up when she saw my dick, but she still said okay." "It smells strong. At this point, I'm not going to pretend anymore, I'll just shove it straight into my mouth. This little bitch complained about the strong taste, but she wouldn't let go. She licked my cock from top to bottom, it was so wet. This little slut's skills (oral sex is sometimes called blowjob) are pretty good, she can even do deep throat. Not many women can take my cock that deep. Just for that, I think I can have sex with this bitch a few more times. Don't you think so?" Hearing his words, I suddenly thought of my wife. My wife is too clean, she never lets me suck her. But every time we have sex, I try to imitate what happens in porn and give my wife a good kiss down there, though it does have a bit of a urine and sour smell. "Seeing how hard she was working on it, I had to give her a compliment, so I said, 'Baby, you're so good at sucking.' She replied, 'Is it comfortable? If it is, then kiss my pussy too.' I got furious when I heard that. I've fucked so many cunts, and I've never had anyone lick my pussy before. I slapped her hard and told her to turn around and bend over properly, because I was going to fuck her. She hesitated for a moment, then immediately obediently knelt on the toilet seat. My dick was wet from her licking, so I just thrust it in." Before, when I had sex with other women, they were always wet, but I always went in slowly. This time, however, she was a little angry and demanded I lick her! I pressed my hands on her buttocks and thrust in all the way. To be honest, it hurt a little. But she was in more pain than me. But I didn't care. I slapped her ass and continued fucking her, and this woman's moans became distorted. Unexpectedly, after a while, this woman peed. Pretty bizarre, right? And it was still warm. Seeing that she peed, my anger subsided. So I slowly and deliberately fucked her. See? Her moans weren't so disgusting anymore. A little while later, this woman climaxed, her vagina throbbing incessantly. I couldn't hold back any longer, I gripped her buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina and ejaculating comfortably inside. Then I noticed this woman was sticking up and not moving. Her vagina was still tightly gripping my penis. It felt quite good, so I didn't want to pull out. Even when my penis softened, she still held it tightly. I just kept thrusting and playing with her breasts. After a short while, guess what? After fucking her, she wanted to pee. I figured I was in the toilet anyway, so I just peed into her vagina. And then, this slut climaxed again, throbbing. Her vagina started writhing again; peeing like that was more satisfying than ejaculating. From then on, every time I went to a hotel with this woman, I would drink a lot of water, not for anything else, just so I could pee on her properly, haha.” I thought this guy was really perverted, and this woman, judging by her figure and age, how could she be so careless? Wasn't she just a toilet for men to urinate on? She's married again. If her husband also enjoys licking her like I do... Damn, this woman is shameless. Although I feel sorry for her, it's really exciting to hear, my penis is erect, I really want to see what this toilet girl looks like. So I asked him, "Where is this woman now?" "Don't even mention it, she went home to protect her pregnancy. This woman is addicted to being fucked by me, she comes to me for sex every three days, the less I treat her like a human being, the more she enjoys it. Do you know what it means to get what you want? She's just a slut, you can't treat her like a human being. Enemas, anal sex, bondage and suffocation, we've done it all. Actually, it's not that interesting, I got tired of it after a month or two. So I invited X-Yu to join us for a threesome, she dared not object. After all, he raised my son for free, we should at least show our appreciation, openly or secretly." I don't think X-Yu is a good person either. "After a few times, X-Yu knew this woman was a masochist. X-Yu, being the cunning one he is, came up with ideas on how to torment her. He wouldn't make her take birth control pills, and he'd only let her come to us during her fertile window, just to see if my sperm or his was more viable. This idiot had no idea the child wasn't even his. And this woman actually enjoyed it. She deserved to be pissed on." If you guys do this, what will her husband do when he finds out? He'll sue you, right? Threesomes are illegal here. "You don't know, X-Yu told this woman to have sex with her husband first, then take the morning-after pill, calculate the timing, and come back to us after the pill's effects wear off. It'll be about two days off. In the end, no matter whose child it is, her husband will raise it for us… You don't know, this woman said she hasn't had unprotected sex with her husband since they got married." What a pitiful man, his woman uses condoms with him, but with other men, he has to piss inside them. He's not even as good as me. I even ejaculated inside my wife a few times to have a child. Sigh, oil workers go abroad to make money, but after making money, they end up raising other people's children. What's the point of making money then? ... There's a video on my phone later, but I can't see the woman's face. She has a black penis tattoo on her lower back. "Did you ask her to get it?" "No, her first boyfriend got it. Her current state is caused by her first love..." Three, I was woken up by R's phone call in the morning. He was on the phone in the living room. "I'm really surprised, I didn't know... I didn't expect your husband... What a coincidence... Come back, because... I want to fuck you even more. Yes... I'll fuck you right here... not X Yu..." It seems R is on the phone with his mistress. I can't hear clearly. I wanted to sneak over and listen, but then my phone rang. "Hey, what? Someone leaked the information to the newspaper? Okay, okay, okay. I'll be there right away. My flight's this afternoon. Okay. Okay, I know, I know. Meet at the bus station. Okay, okay." Hearing my phone ring, R returned to his room. "Dude, I have an urgent matter at work that requires my person to go and handle. I can't keep you here." Perhaps because he heard about my work predicament, R...He smiled at me meaningfully. "It's okay, we'll be together again someday..." Without even tidying up the room, R and I left my house. After two or three days of continuous work, managing relationships, we finally managed to suppress the matter and basically resolve it. Exhausted, I opened the door to my house. The moment I stepped inside, my scalp tingled—my wife was home… The bedroom, the room, the bed, the blankets. The smell of penis emanating from the blankets. My mind went completely blank. "Baby, why are you back? You didn't even tell me beforehand! I could have picked you up if you wanted to come back." My wife looked a little tired. "You're back? A cousin of ours is coming to the city on business. I wasn't feeling well, so I came back with him. I just got home. I just took a shower and was about to go to sleep." My thoughts gradually cleared up. "Oh, you just got back. I left in a hurry the other day, and the bedroom is a bit messy. I haven't tidied up yet. Rest a while, and I'll tidy it up." "No need. Look, we're both so late. Don't bother tidying up the bedroom. Let's go to sleep." My wife was unusually gentle today. But thinking about the state of the bedroom, I knew she was going to get angry. Right now, I only had one thought in my mind: how to appease her... But surprisingly, my wife seemed genuinely tired. Without even asking why her blankets were so messy on the bed, she went straight to the bedside, pulled the blanket over herself, and then peeked her little head out. Then she threw her clothes out one by one. A little guilty, I asked, "Honey, does this room smell weird?" "No," she replied, as if ignoring me, and pulled the covers over her head again. Ah, I escaped a disaster. To appease her, I quickly went to take a shower. Just as I was about to leave the bedroom, my wife made a faint voice from under the covers, "Don't shower, I suddenly want to make love. Turn off the light and come over..." My wife must have a cold; otherwise, she would have said as soon as I walked in, "Go take a shower, you smell sweaty." Women are sensitive, no wonder she couldn't smell the blankets today. Actually, I really wanted to too, especially after hearing R's story a couple of days ago. But thinking about how she's newly pregnant, I felt a little reluctant. "For the sake of the baby, maybe we should call it a day." She got a little angry: "Are you going to do it or not?" "That one word immediately ignited my lust, as if my wife and the woman in the story had merged... I immediately turned off the light, went over, and pulled back the covers. A strong smell of urine and penis hit me... The End ————————————————————————————————————————————————— This is my first post, a purely personal fantasy. To make the plot more plausible, I added a lot of unnecessary things. Actually, I also deleted a lot of nonsense and long sex scenes (there might be some irrelevant nonsense in it). The purpose is to give readers room for imagination. I also didn't describe the characters' appearances and clothing in detail, for the same reason (okay, I admit that even after describing for so long, I still couldn't meet my own expectations). I originally wanted to register an account before posting, because I've been on the forum for a long time and read a lot of good stories. I only post once every few years, and I don't know when the next one will be. Actually, many things in the plot are quite close to my reality... It's also quite contradictory." My writing isn't very good, and I'm sure everyone will laugh at me if I post this. Just consider it an attempt to make you all laugh.
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