Helping my husband play with big breasts

"Honey, I want it..."

Six years of knowing each other, six years of marriage, our relationship has come full circle. The passion in bed is no longer what it used to be, but I feel that our affection for each other hasn't changed.

People say that nine out of ten men are philanderers, so I guess I'm lucky? My husband is a pretty upright man. He never has other women's phone
numbers , and he lets me manage the household finances, so there shouldn't be any chance for him to cheat.

My name is Xiaomei, and I'm twenty-five years old. As a modern woman, I consider myself to be quite attractive. I'm above average in appearance, gentle in personality, love doing housework, and cooking
is my forte.

If I had to point out a flaw, it would be that my figure is a bit average, well, a bit flat, an A cup.

I've never felt inferior about it. There are many flat-chested women out there, and even though I'm flat, I'm not completely flat-chested. It's not necessarily better for a woman to be big; being sensitive is more
important.

My husband has never said anything about it either. Anyway, he already knew I was flat-chested when we met, and he verified my identity before marrying me. There's no such thing as a "returned product."

Although he didn't say anything, men still seem to have a thing for women with large breasts. Around that time, I found his collection of pornographic videos, all featuring
busty housewives and mature women.

Is a breast fetishist marrying a flat-chested woman fate or nemesis? I don't know, but you have to accept it. Besides, you're not particularly outstanding yourself, so it's a balancing act
.

Sometimes when we're flirting and watching porn, I'll tentatively ask, "Honey, this girl's breasts are so big!"

My husband always shakes his head and says, "I don't like big ones."

Liar! If you didn't like them, why would you buy them? Don't tell me you're attracted to the male lead's...things.

But I know he says that to appease me, so okay, I won't argue with him. When

I'm bored, I sometimes wonder if my husband would be happier if my breasts were bigger. What woman doesn't want to bounce her breasts? But what's the point of bouncing an A-cup? So around that
time I also looked into breast enhancement products, even going to a beauty school to inquire—they're all just scams and expensive.

Breast augmentation is absolutely out of the question. I wouldn't risk harming my body just to please others, and I've heard about the side effects.
And fake breasts can't become real; I think a husband would rather have a flat-chested wife than one with fake breasts.

In this unfortunate situation, I can only accept my natural endowment and be a woman with a broad chest.

However, some of my friends are just an eyesore, like this Xiaojing. She has a name that sounds like a delicate girl, but she's a D-cup.

I don't want to argue with her, but when we go shopping together, her breasts are always a nuisance, especially when buying clothes. Girls love to shop for lingerie together,
but I never shop with Xiaojing, never!

One day, she came to my house for a chat, and she brought up the topic of gynecological exams.

"Why is the doctor at the hospital a man when they examine breasts?" Xiaojing complained.

"You're just putting on an act, aren't you? You slut!" "I thought to myself as I sipped my lemonade, but still spoke with composure: 'You can't choose the doctor's gender at a public hospital.
Go see a private doctor next time.'

'If I'd known beforehand, I definitely wouldn't have gone. I was so embarrassed that day,' Xiaojing said, blushing.

I comforted her like a friend, 'Doctors are very professional. They see so many patients every day, they wouldn't know anything.'

Xiaojing exclaimed, 'I'm not a professional!'

See? I told you, you mean you got excited by the doctor's gaze? Did you get wet? Everyone says you're a slut.

I took another sip of my sour lemonade.

'I have a follow-up appointment next week,' Xiaojing said, feigning distress.

I understand. Fifteen-year-old girls are afraid of having their breasts seen, twenty-year-old girls love having their breasts seen by their boyfriends, and twenty-five-year-old girls love having
their breasts seen by any random man.

Of course, the prerequisite is: you have breasts.

Xiaojing is my good friend, but every time I mention something she has that I don't, I get very unhappy. Women, no matter how good their relationship is, are still
creatures ."

When I was in school, I used to play wildly with my female classmates and touch the breasts of other girls who had developed earlier. It felt so good, and I eagerly awaited the day when I
would develop and possess this proud symbol of womanhood.

Then God tells you that people are not equal, and some things are not given to everyone.

I love the Lord, but I can't deny that I have some reservations about His unfairness.

As an adult, I haven't touched other girls' breasts. Looking at Xiaojing's breasts, I suddenly had an urge to touch them.

It's not difficult for a woman to touch another woman's breasts; just tell me how to check for lumps, and they'll usually let you touch them, especially those with large breasts.

I touched them, and they were really soft, making it impossible to doubt that they would have plenty of milk after childbirth. Looking at my own, I decided to buy the best formula for my future baby.

Such comfortable breasts are pleasant not only for men but also for women. I felt a sense of guilt towards my husband.

Such an upright person will probably only be able to fantasize about touching large breasts in pornographic films his whole life?

A woman's innate maternal instinct makes me feel sorry for my husband.

To reiterate, his... well, it's definitely not "top-tier."

A sudden, absurd thought crossed my mind: what if I gave him a special birthday gift this year, like granting him a wish and letting him taste those two mounds of flesh?

Of course, I wouldn't go so far as to let him do whatever he wanted; I'd give him a little treat under my watchful eye.

The target, needless to say, is my good friend who's already drinking iced milk tea—she's so old and still consuming milk tea; her greed is insatiable!

I didn't directly tell Xiaojing about this somewhat strange idea
. I don't care how my friend of fifteen years views me, but I really can't stand her slightly upturned smirk, like, "Oh, so you're begging me because you don't have it yourself?" Even the kindest girl will unconsciously show that expression when her
physical . I understand there's no malice in it, but it's still unbearable.

My idea is to let my husband touch it casually, giving him this surprise gift without him even knowing.

In "My Husband's Birthday Gift,"

as a good wife, I knew what I was about to do might be a bit excessive, even bordering on perverse. But in front of my loved one, I didn't mind
being misunderstood by the world. As long as he had a happy birthday, I could accept a little transgression.

"Xiaojing, my husband's birthday is coming up soon, and I want to bake him a cake myself. Can you teach me?" While continuing to drink my beverage, I casually brought up
the topic of my husband's birthday.

"So thoughtful! He'll be very touched. No problem, I'll teach you!" I'm a good cook, but I'm a complete novice at baking cakes, and my good friend agreed without hesitation.

"Thank you, Xiaojing." Although I knew she definitely wouldn't refuse, I was still very happy. Girls' friendship is always the best!

"How about a cream cake, Xiaomei?" Xiaojing suggested happily. I thought to myself, "Why does everything have to be related to milk?"

Back to Xiaojing, my best friend, we've known each other since elementary school, practically sisters. And her "missile" breasts have grown
stronger . In middle school, she often cried to me, complaining about being teased by male classmates, being called a "milk cow." I always stood up for her and comforted her; today, it's my turn to cry.

In terms of looks, Xiaojing is about as good as me, even a bit fairer, but she's a bit dim-witted, only winning with her breasts. Of course, I understand that for many
men, that's enough to be fatal.

As for her boyfriend, a girl with such excellent qualities naturally wouldn't be short of suitors, and he's an Italian with international connections. This foreigner knows how to have his cake and eat it too;
large-breasted Eastern beauties aren't easy to find. I think this could be called "theft of national property," right?

The foreigner is a fashion designer, constantly traveling the world, never staying here for a single month a year. Hmph, does he think a talented girlfriend will never leave? Keeping
a "milk cow" at home means someone will steal her milk sooner or later.

And what does your husband do, Xiaomei? Why ask? She's just an ordinary office worker. Being ordinary is a blessing, you're so shallow.

Although, as most perverts say, touching her won't hurt me, and I believe Xiaojing wouldn't mind sharing her prized possession,
as a kind woman, I still feel guilty. So I decided to give my good friend a little something as a "reward" for my husband's well-being.

"Xiaomei, you really gave me this wallet?" Xiaojing was both surprised and delighted to receive my beloved limited-edition Hello Kitty wallet. It was
bought last year when my husband and I traveled to Japan. Xiaojing fell in love with it at first sight and kept asking me to give it to her, but I refused. So, she was overjoyed to receive it today.

"Don't mention it, consider it a pre-approval of your... butter cake." I pretended to be nonchalant, but actually, my heart ached terribly. Hello Kitty,
I have to sell you out for my husband. My friend has a kind heart; I think she'll cherish you. I wish you a happy life from now on. "

You two are still obsessed with cartoon cats at this age, you're both so young." "Okay, okay, I know I'm the only one who hasn't grown up, you don't need to keep reminding me.

" "Then I'll learn at your house tomorrow." We don't have an oven for baking cakes at home, so we agreed to go to Xiaojing's house tomorrow to learn from her. After seeing my friend off, I went to the market to buy some vegetables and
meat, and then my husband came home from work.

"Honey, look what I brought back!" my husband said with a mysterious smile. I was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, but when I saw that whole Snoopy set
, as an animal lover, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! A whole set! How did you get all of this? Did you eat fast food all the time?"

"Yes, I've been eating hamburgers for lunch every day for a month. I wanted to surprise you, so I kept it a secret." It was a free gift from the fast food restaurant. They say simplicity is bliss, and I consider myself a little
woman; even small things can make me happy for half a day.

Honey, since you love me so much, I'll repay you and give you things your wife doesn't have!

For the next two days, I took advantage of my free afternoons to go to Xiaojing's house to learn how to make cakes. Being naturally quick-witted, I learned it in no time, and even Xiaojing praised me, saying, "Xiaomei, you
learn so fast!"

"It's not difficult at all," I replied effortlessly.

It's not easy to do something evil in a way that isn't too evil. It's like a movie claiming to be the most brutal horror film ever
, "The Great Shark," which turns out to be about eating shark fin at a wedding without getting complaints—it's a contradictory thing. But with my exceptional cleverness, this
little thing was no challenge for me. Everything was under control; I had a plan.

First, I would tell Xiaojing that my husband's birthday is Monday the 15th (actually, it's the 16th, haha). At 7 pm, I would call her
crying , saying that my husband ignored me and went to celebrate with other friends.

Given my friendship with Xiaojing, she would definitely come to comfort me immediately; my husband's company has been very busy lately, and he has to work overtime until 9 pm every Monday.
I'll pretend to be alone at home, drowning my sorrows in alcohol, and take the opportunity to get Xiaojing drunk!

This girl is naturally prone to intoxication. I remember on her eighteenth birthday, her classmates insisted she drink a glass to celebrate her coming of age, but she passed out the moment the alcohol touched her lips
, making us think we'd bought the wrong sleeping pills.

I'll cry my heart out, and Xiaojing won't be able to refuse and will have a drink with me. Then, while she's drunk, I'll carry her into the bedroom, take off her top, and lay her on the bed,
covering her with the blanket. My husband will be home soon, so I'll hide in the bathroom.

He'll be wondering why no one's home, and seeing the blanket, he'll assume it's me. Then he'll pull the blanket back. Ah, a pair of big breasts! Without caring who it is, his male instincts will
naturally and reflexively reach out and rub them.

Just then, I came out of the bathroom at the right time and saw him rubbing my friend's breasts. I accused him, "Husband, what...what are you doing?"

"Me? I didn't do anything?" (Shocked, tried to pull his hand away but couldn't bear to)

"Still saying you didn't? I saw it! You were molesting my friend's breasts?" (Asking, looking heartbroken)

"I really didn't, I thought it was you." (Shaking, still unwilling to let go)

"Thought? You thought something so different? He Zhenhua, you really did this behind my back, no, right in front of me." (Heartbroken, disappointed, sad
, all emotions flashed across my face)

"It's a misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding." (Unable to defend herself, forced to swallow her anger)

"Still denying it, you caught me red-handed and still say it's a misunderstanding!" (Tears streaming down, going crazy, shouting)

"Xiao Mei, you have to believe me..." (A clichéd explanation, a bit boring, I'll cut 100,000 words later)

Half an hour later, we made up.

"You really didn't mean it?" (Wiping away tears)

"Really, I didn't. You have to believe me. It was a bit sudden, so it was just a moment..." (Desperately trying to explain)

"Okay, okay, I'll forgive you this time, but don't do it again." (Pouting, acting cute)

"Of course there won't be a next time. By the way, Xiaomei, didn't you want that Mickey Mouse couple watch? How about we go buy it tomorrow?" (Material compensation after doing something wrong)

"Okay!" (Like a fish on the hook, mission accomplished)

Hehe, everything went smoothly.

What? You're so happy about just a mouse watch? Everyone says my house is this big...

As for my husband asking why Xiaojing was sleeping naked in bed, I can explain that it's because her boyfriend is often away, and she felt bored and depressed.
To comfort my good friend, we drank and chatted. Later, Xiaojing got drunk and vomited on her clothes, so I helped her take off her clothes and put her to bed to rest.
When my husband came back, he was in the bathroom washing her clothes.

That's great, perfectly reasonable, there's not a single flaw!

Honey, you must be so lucky to have such a thoughtful wife! You touched my big breasts, I got the watch—we each got what we wanted, killing two birds with one stone.

I've wanted a Mickey Mouse couple's watch for so long!

"My Husband's Birthday Gift"—the next

perfect plan, meticulously crafted by the perfect heroine, yielded the most perfect results. That night, I was excited and
proud . My husband, seeing me grinning like an idiot for no reason, asked curiously, "Honey, what are you laughing at?"

"It's okay, honey, it's almost your birthday, I'm happy." I leaned against my husband's chest, acting cute. I'm twenty-five now, if I don't act cute now, I won't have the chance later.

"Birthday? Oh right, almost twenty-seven, and still no success." My husband said self-deprecatingly. I hugged him affectionately: "What do you mean no success? You married a
beautiful wife, isn't that something others can only dream of?"

"That's true, Xiao Mei, you are my greatest achievement." My husband was amused by my words, and the two of us were happy together.

"How about it, honey?"

"Come on!"

Twelve years have passed, there's no passion, but there's still love, right? Although it's a bit formulaic, isn't it enough for the two of us to enjoy it? Besides, I've prepared
a surprise .

"So comfortable..." We hugged on the bed, and my husband kissed my breasts. My breasts are small, but very sensitive. My brown nipples hardened completely with just one kiss, like
a pacifier for my little baby who never grows up.

"Honey, do you ever think my breasts are...too small..." This wasn't the first time I'd asked this question, and the answer "Of course not" was predictable. But
today I came prepared, seizing the opportunity to press further: "I saw an ad for a breast enhancement course at the station today. It said exercise can improve breast size. Do you think I should join?"

"That's all a scam, isn't it?"

"I don't know, but the shop was huge. I don't think it's all fake. You want your wife's breasts to be bigger, right?" I tentatively asked, "
Wouldn't they be even prettier like Xiaojing's?"

As my best friend, my husband naturally knew who Xiaojing was. He swallowed hard and stammered, "Well...you go check it out. I don't mind
."

Hmph, he says he doesn't mind? Didn't he say he didn't like big ones? He's clearly thinking about my best friend's huge breasts. If Xiaojing were lying in bed right now, he'd definitely pounce on her breasts
without a second thought .

Seeing my husband's lustful expression because of another woman's breasts, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I even considered giving up on giving him the treat this time, but
it was his annual birthday, and most importantly, I had already given him my wallet. If I didn't get the watch back, I would lose a lot of money. So I'll

let him off this time! "Wife, I can't take it anymore, can you put it in?"

"Come on, I want my husband's penis... Ah! So good! Husband, I can't take it anymore!" "

Ring ring ring ring..." Just as my penis was inserted into her vagina, the phone on the bedside table rang. Being disturbed while doing my business, I picked up the phone a little impatiently
to check the number. Speak of the devil, and he appears. It was Xiao Jing.

"It might be something important, I'll take this call..." I told my husband briefly, then pressed the answer button. "Hello, is this Xiaojing? What's up? Hmm... Hmm... Oh right!
Oh dear, I completely forgot, my memory is getting worse and worse. Thank you, I'll ask you to pick it up again tomorrow. Hmm, no offense, I'm still awake. Hmm...
Okay... Haha, did you watch that drama? I think the male lead shouldn't have said those things in this episode, it's really hurtful. But dramas need to be emotional to
keep viewers watching. Anyway, as long as he ends up with the female lead, that's fine. Also, did you see the news reports? That kind of thing actually happened? I thought it only happened in movies,
haha, it's really unbelievable, it scared me to death..."

Just as I was happily talking, I realized my husband was staring at me with some displeasure. Oh right! We were making love!

"Xiaojing, sorry, I'm a little busy, I have to hang up now. No offense, it's just a trivial matter, not important at all. I'll hang up now, we'll talk on the phone tomorrow...
Bye-bye, give me a kiss, you're so flirtatious... Haha, I'm not as flirtatious as you... Oh! I really have to hang up now, bye-bye, goodbye, my little wife."

After finally hanging up, I gave my husband an apologetic look and said that I had forgotten something at Xiaojing's house today. He said sarcastically, "So having sex with
your trivial matter?"

Oh no, I blurted out the truth. I quickly explained, "Of course not, it's just that you know Xiaojing's boyfriend is abroad all year round, she's very
lonely. If she hears us being affectionate, it will only hurt her feelings, so I want to try to avoid upsetting her."

"Is she lonely? Xiaojing? She seems quite optimistic." My husband asked curiously. I replied casually, "Of course not. You
men . Xiaojing once told me she wanted to break up with her boyfriend. You know, fashion designers are surrounded by beautiful women, the temptations are huge, and he's often not
around, so she feels insecure. Xiaojing said it's like being a widow."

"Xiaojing would say something like that? I never would have guessed."

"A woman's heart is like the bottom of the sea. If you could see through it, she wouldn't be a woman. Don't let her innocent appearance fool you; when she's bored, she'll go after guys. She's a little slut.
Stop talking, I'm so itchy, I want my husband's big cock."

"Isn't it better to keep it inside all the time?" my husband reminded me irritably.

"Huh? Really? I got distracted by the phone call. Let's focus, honey, let's go..."

All this talk was actually preparation for that day. I was subtly hinting to my husband that Xiaojing and her boyfriend had relationship problems, so
it would be more convincing if she came to my house for drinks because she was feeling down. Even a casual phone call could be orchestrated so cleverly, Xiaomei, you're a genius!

"Honey...so good! Your big cock is amazing! I can't take it! I'm...I'm going to come! Honey...honey...Xiaomei loves you..."

Couples' sex is pretty much the same, nothing much to describe. It's all "slap slap slap, bang bang..."

and then a shower, taking about the same time as putting on a face mask.

Then a week flew by, and soon it was the 15th. The surprise gift Xiaomei had prepared for her husband was being given out today!

"Finally here, I'm a little nervous."

Although this plan was perfect and foolproof, as an innocent girl, I've never schemed against anyone before, so I was still a little
nervous . Around 6:30 PM, I dialed Xiaojing's number.

"Xiaomei? How are you? Your husband must have been touched by the cake you made, right?" Xiaojing asked softly with a smile. I took a deep breath and burst into tears, saying,
"Waaah... Xiaojing, he said he's celebrating with someone and won't be home for dinner."

"What?"

"I know it's a woman, Xiaojing, what should I do? Does my husband not want me anymore? Will we get a divorce? I want to die..." "

Xiaomei, calm down. Are you home? I'm coming right now."

"I...I'm home..."

After hanging up, I felt genuinely guilty. Although it was as I predicted, Xiaojing cared so much about me, and I was about to betray her.

But now, there was no turning back. I comforted myself, thinking it was just a minor symptom, like a doctor's check-up or charity given to a beggar who had never eaten meat.

Less than thirty minutes later, Xiaojing arrived. Hearing the doorbell, I quickly put in some eye drops and pretended to cry as I went to open the door.

"Xiaomei, are you alright?"

"Xiaojing...I...I..."

But before the play could even begin, the tall man who followed Xiaojing in stunned me.

"Ciao, tempo che non ci vediamo."

Xiaojing turned to me and said, "My boyfriend just got off the plane. He was very nervous when he heard you were in trouble, so he came with me to see if there's anything we can do to help."

"Haha...hello...long time no see..." I chuckled awkwardly.

In the sequel, "My Husband's Birthday Gift,

" my usually gentle friend was indignant because her best friend's husband didn't even come home to be with her on her birthday.

I remained expressionless, thinking, "You're the one who's being unreasonable! You didn't even tell me such important information as your boyfriend being back, and you call yourself my best friend."

Oh no, the birthday gift I painstakingly planned is ruined (even though I didn't do anything). Xiaojing's boyfriend is there too; I can't just get them all drunk, can I? I heard he
's a wine expert; if I drink with him, I'm afraid I'll get drunk and they'll push me over.

"Xiaomei, don't worry, Michael and I will support you!"

Xiaojing's boyfriend's full name is Michael Angelo Euro Carpio, and my friend likes to call him Michael. Michael, speaking in broken Chinese, said, "Is this kind of
man any good? I've seen plenty of men like him, but I can't stand them."

To cultivate his relationship with Xiaojing, this foreigner had specifically studied Chinese for two years—he was sincere, I suppose. But foreigners' pronunciation is always so hard to understand.

"Come on, it's not as serious as you guys make it out to be. I'm exaggerating," I said, racking my brains for an excuse to leave. Xiaojing angrily retorted, "How is it not
serious? Birthdays and wedding anniversaries are just as important to women. You've only been married a few years, and he's already celebrating with another woman! He clearly doesn't respect you
!"

"Right," Michael chimed in, "when Xiaojing had her baby, I'd come back to celebrate with her no matter how busy I was, and when I had my baby, she'd fly in to see me." I thought to myself
, "You mean, 'Yes, when Xiaojing had her birthday, I'd come back to celebrate with her no matter how busy I was, and when I had my birthday, she'd fly in to see me,' right?" This foreigner's Chinese is truly
awful .

"You're an international fashion designer, earning ten times more than my husband. You can celebrate on a volcanic island, while I'm just a beautiful wife to a poor office worker.

" "Anyway, this is too much! It's unforgivable!" The usually slender Xiaojing clenched her fists, showing rare anger. Seeing the open bottle of liquor on the table,
she exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaomei, you're still drinking? Drowning your sorrows in alcohol is the least effective way to solve anything."

"Haha… I'm not drinking… I just put it on the table as decoration…" I smiled wryly. The liquor was a prize my husband won at his company's New Year's party two years ago. Neither of us likes to drink it,
so it had been sitting there. We thought it would come in handy today, but it seems we still won't need it.

"You're lying! The bottle's already open. You were planning to drink it." Xiaojing didn't believe me, then suddenly clapped her hands, startled. "I get it! You were planning to open
a bottle of wine for a candlelight dinner with him, but he disappointed you. That kind of man is really awful; you can't let him get away with it."

"Haha... don't get angry... Xiaojing, calm down..." I wiped away a cold sweat, thinking to myself, "Your imagination is really rich." Michael picked up the bottle and praised, "
It's Louis XIX, a fine wine."

"Do you like it? Then take it home and enjoy it slowly. We don't drink at home. I'll pack it for you in a bag. It's getting late; it's rare for you two to get together,
so I won't disturb your precious time." I finished the conversation and gave them the hint to leave. Xiaojing asked worriedly, "Can we go back? Xiaomei, weren't you very sad just now?"

"I know I'm touched and happy to have a good friend like you, Xiaojing. All my worries are gone. What do men matter? Having a good sister is enough." I
glanced at the clock; it was only 7:15. My husband wouldn't be home at this time, but I knew I was having bad luck today. If they really did catch me in the act, I'd
be in deep trouble.

"But..." Xiaojing hesitated. Michael, however, was sensible and said to his girlfriend, "Since Xiaomei wants to eat like this, let's go first. After all, this is a matter between husband and wife, and it
might be more convenient to eat with your wife around."

You mean, "Since Xiaomei says so, let's go first. After all, this is a matter between husband and wife, and it might be inconvenient to talk about it with outsiders around?" Ugh, I'm so annoyed.
I'm not translating for you anymore.

Xiaojing insisted, "I want to give that heartless man a good scolding for Xiaomei! They promised us sisters they'd take good care of Xiaomei when they got married, how could they
do this after only a few years!"

"Xiaojing, thank you for your kindness, but I want to talk to my husband alone first. I'll ask for your help again if I need it." I tried to persuade them
to leave quickly, but Xiaojing couldn't argue with me, so she gave me some space to calm down: "Really? Xiaomei, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm so touched to have a friend like you who cares about me. Long live our friendship!"

"Then let's go back first. Remember to call me if anything happens."

"I will. The wine is packed up. Take it home and enjoy it slowly. Have a pleasant evening." I pushed the wine into Xiaojing's hand. My good friend pouted and said, "You
know I don't drink. I get drunk in one sip."

That's why I tried to seduce you, but I failed. I continued to laugh and said, "Then give it to Michael. He'll definitely appreciate it."

"This wine is indeed good, Xiaomei, you should try it too. By the way, since the bottle is already sealed, why don't you pour yourself a glass?" Michael suggested. I shook my head and said
, "No need, I don't drink like Xiaojing."

"Don't be like that, this tastes really good. I didn't appreciate it back then, but I might not now."

"Really, no need, it's already packaged..." I was still declining, but Michael had already quickly taken the bottle out of the bag and poured me a small glass: "Trust
me, just one sip, it's great for relaxing when you're in a bad mood."

"Ugh..." I couldn't refuse, so I quickly drank it and let them leave. It was bitter and spicy, but the taste was better than farts!

I'm not as bad at drinking as Xiaojing, I could still handle one sip. After I finished, Michael asked me if I wanted more. I shook my head and said no. He put the wine back in the bag and prepared to leave.

"Call me if anything happens!"

"Okay, you're even more stubborn than my mom."

"I'm really leaving now, Xiaomei, don't cry."

"No, I won't. Let's enjoy some time together. Thank you for your concern today."

I finally managed to push them to the door, thinking I was finally out of danger. But things in this world often turn out badly. Just as I was about to open
the door to see them off, the door opened from the outside.

"No overtime today, honey. Look what I brought back! A hidden edition Snoopy!" My husband walked in happily

, carrying the gift he had brought me. I covered my face, while Xiaojing and Michael had expressions of utter hatred.

"Oh? Xiaojing and Michael are here too? Welcome, long time no see." My husband was friendly to my friends, but Xiaojing said coldly, "Of course you don't want
to see us. After your affair with your mistress, you think you can just send my Xiaomei away with a plastic toy? You heartless man!"

"What?"

I turned my face away, muttering, "You can't see me...you can't see me...you can't see me..."

In the sequel to "My Husband's Birthday Gift,"

life is full of disappointments, but when two unexpected events occur in a plan, it's truly a headache. I'm now caught between a rock and a hard place, practically at my wit's end
. It seems my only option is to unleash my amazing resourcefulness and turn adversity into opportunity!

My husband was bewildered by being called a heartless man for no reason, so I quickly pulled him aside and whispered in his ear, "Honey, Xiaojing just confronted her boyfriend, and she's a bit emotionally
unstable. Don't pay any attention to her." "

But she wouldn't just curse someone for no reason," my husband protested. "Besides, they seem to have a great relationship, why would she confront him?"

"This is the calm before the storm. They almost came to blows just now. Anyway, don't provoke her. I'll tell you the details after they leave," I instructed.
Although my husband was still unwilling, seeing my serious expression, he nodded obediently.

After calming the wolf and dealing with the tigress, I went to Xiaojing and said, "Xiaojing, you two should go first. If your husband comes home at this hour, he might repent. He didn't have
dinner with that woman. Men care about their reputation, and I don't want him to know I told you two about it. I'm afraid things will get worse."

"But..." Xiaojing was also unwilling to give up. I pleaded, "Please, I don't want a divorce. Let us talk properly first."

"Okay, you two talk slowly. If that jerk bullies you, call me immediately." The word "divorce" terrified my friend. Seeing my pitiful expression,
she didn't want to ruin my family, so she swallowed her anger and left first.

Success! A few words were enough to separate them, and the crisis was averted. Xiaomei is really clever!

"We'll be going now." Xiaojing and Michael said goodbye to us. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then Michael came back and handed the wine back to me. "Since your father-in-law
has come and gone, you can keep the wine for yourselves. Oh, and I forgot to say happy birthday, good brother. Take good care of your wife and children."

"Whose birthday is it?" my husband asked suspiciously. At this moment, Xiaojing, who was standing behind us, couldn't help but scold, "How annoying! Still pretending! Isn't today your
birthday? If you weren't so heartless, not celebrating your birthday with Xiaomei, would she be crying and complaining to me?"

"It's my birthday today?"

"Of course! Xiaomei said so. You still won't admit it at a time like this?"

My husband turned to me and asked, "Xiaomei, did you say it's my birthday today?"

I scratched my head and laughed stupidly, "Haha, maybe I remembered wrong. I blamed my husband wrongly. It was my fault."

"No way, Xiaomei, you're so nervous, you even learned to make cakes with me, how could you possibly be mistaken?" Xiaojing said incredulously, then, remembering something, asked
me, "Xiaomei, where's the cake? If you've forgotten your husband's birthday, the cake should be ready by now, right?"

I was sweating profusely. My husband's birthday is tomorrow, of course the cake will be made tomorrow morning. We're poor, our refrigerator is tiny.

"It's not made yet? So you deliberately... lied to us?" Xiaojing was incredulous. Hearing this, my husband seemed to have discovered something and asked me, "Wait, so what
about Xiaojing confronting Michael? That wasn't a lie either, was it?"

"Who confronted whom!?" the loving couple shouted.

I regretted it deeply. My elementary school teacher always taught us not to lie, how come I never listened to him?

I sighed, my face ashen, realizing that using one lie to cover up another would only lead to my demise. Confessing and begging for mercy was now my only option.

"Okay...stop guessing, I'll confess, I 'll admit to everything . "

……… ... Another person who felt disappointed was Xiaojing. It would be heartbreaking if such a caring friend had such ulterior motives towards her. But surprisingly, she remained calm and quietly said, "I think I understand Xiaomei's feelings." "Xiaojing..." Xiaojing said to everyone, "Wasn't there a case recently about a psychopathic wife who imprisoned a girl as a sex slave to satisfy her perverted husband? I think Xiaomei is like that, right?" My good friend, I know I'm wrong, but could you please not describe us as a psychopathic wife and a perverted husband? I won't deny that my husband is a pervert , but I'm definitely not a psychopath. "Women are so foolish in love. They'll do anything, no matter how unreasonable, to make their loved ones happy . They're willing to take any risk as long as they're happy." Xiao Jing asked me gently, "Right, Xiao Mei?" "Well, that's it. I'm not good-looking, so I wanted to give my husband a little treat on his birthday. I had no other intentions. It's very naive and innocent. Everything is right in the face of love, right?" It was rare for the victim to give me such a beautiful explanation, so of course I wouldn't let it go and took the opportunity to exonerate myself. When my husband heard that everything I did was for him, his attitude softened immediately: "Silly girl, I married you because I accept everything about you, right? Why would I care about my figure?" "You married me because I'm beautiful, virtuous, smart, and lively. In short, it's not because I'm an A-cup," I said, pouting. My husband stroked my head and said sincerely, "I love Xiaomei. Whether you're an A cup or a W cup, I'll love you the same." "I love you too, honey." The situation had turned around, and I seized the opportunity to act coy, turning to my friend and saying, "I'm sorry, Xiaojing." My friend shook her head and said, "It's okay. I'm relieved to hear you're not having relationship problems. Didn't I say I'd always support you? You and your husband are so loving, I'm happy for you both." "Thank you, Xiaojing..." Xiaojing is really kind; I swear our friendship will last forever. Xiaojing asked me, "So, Xiaomei, are you still going to give your husband the gift you wanted to give him?" "What?" "I'm Xiaomei's little wife. If you want to give me to your husband as a birthday present, I have no reason to refuse." Xiaojing said with a smile. My eyes widened. She actually agreed? Dating an Italian is definitely different; he's quite bold. Xiaojing glanced at Michael, blushing, and asked, "Does that mean sleeping with your husband for one night is enough?"

"Sleep...sleep with you for one night!?" I almost choked. Don't be ridiculous! If my husband plays volleyball with you all night, will he still play my ping-pong in the future?

(Continued from "My Husband's Birthday Gift")

Hearing that Xiao Jing actually thought I was planning to let my husband sleep with her, I quickly explained, "No, don't misunderstand, it's just touching your breasts, nothing erotic!"

Xiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew, that's all." It seems being touched on the breasts is commonplace for her, almost like shaking hands or nodding.

"Okay, then today is Xiao Mei's birthday gift to you, you can touch them as much as you want." Xiao Jing bravely stood up, showing off her large breasts. Seeing
those fleshy, voluptuous breasts, my husband was immediately at a loss, not knowing what to do.

He looked at me, and I gave him a "Go for it!" look. Your wife did all this just to let you touch her breasts, so don't let my good intentions go to waste. Anyway, just
buy me a watch after you're done!

My husband swallowed hard. How many men can resist D-cup breasts? But with his wife and another man's boyfriend present, publicly harassing her isn't something everyone
can do.

The husband swallowed hard and politely declined the invitation: "I appreciate everyone's kindness, but I still can't do such a thing."

Honey, you're so thin-skinned. Looks like you still have a long way to go before becoming a pervert.

I walked over to my husband and said, "What's wrong? Xiaojing said it was a good opportunity, it's a rare chance, why not touch it?"

My husband complained, "Who would touch it in this situation? Do you think I'm a pervert?"

"Aren't all men perverts? I went to great lengths to get this benefit for you, and you're not taking it? Don't you appreciate your wife's kindness? You really
don't want touch it?" I asked softly. My husband said awkwardly, "It would be a lie to say I don't want to, but it wouldn't be here, would it?"

I looked at the bedroom, "Then you can go into the room, you can touch Bobo as you like, but no other things!"

My husband shook his head, looking reluctant but also reluctantly refusing, "Please, stop it, let me go."

"Cowardly scoundrel." I muttered under my breath, then turned to Xiaojing and Michael and said, "Actually, we were just joking. My husband's birthday is tomorrow, so
we don't need ."

Xiaojing and Michael looked at each other and innocently asked, "Then can we come again tomorrow?"

This slut, it seems she really wants my husband to touch her!

As a result, with a cowardly husband and a naive wife, nothing happened that night. After Xiaojing and Michael left, we had dinner as usual
without exchanging a single word.

After we showered and went to bed, I asked worriedly, "Is my husband still angry?"

My husband sighed and said, "What you did was a bit absurd, but it was for my sake, so let it go."

"Thank you, my husband!" I hugged him affectionately. My husband said sweetly, "Women are the most forgiving in this regard. It's rare for my wife to be so understanding. I'm very touched.
But aren't you all very concerned about your husbands with other women? Why did you personally arrange this treat for me?"

I lifted my nightgown, revealing my small breasts: "Well, I really don't have any. You men lie when you say you don't like women with big breasts. Sometimes I think it would be
so much better if I had bigger ones, but I can't change that. Letting you touch other women is a little compensation."

My husband reached out and touched my small breasts, saying, "Breasts aren't everything. Aren't your other advantages already more than that? Why do you need compensation?"

"But don't you really want to touch Xiaojing? I've touched her before, and she's really bouncy, soft, and comfortable, which is why I wanted to let you try." I
vividly described Runmi's breasts, and my husband swallowed hard, his little penis standing erect. Men always love wet nurses.

"Is it really that great?" my husband asked me. I nodded and said, "Yes, it is. I think you men still have a lot of desire for this, right? Sooner or later you won't be
able to resist trying it. So why don't I approve of you playing around in front of me? At least when you want to fool around in the future, you'll think of me and won't be too outrageous."

"Xiaomei, you're thinking so far ahead?" My husband was a little impressed by my womanly wisdom. I pouted and said, "Who told me to be with you for life? I have to think of
ways to maintain it."

"Wife, I love you!"

"I love you too, husband!"

"I'm so excited, shall we do it?"

"I want it too, come on, husband."

That's how it was. My husband and I had a sweet evening. At midnight, I whispered "Happy Birthday" in my husband's ear, making him laugh so hard he
couldn't stop .

"What a wonderful birthday!" my husband said with a satisfied smile. I hugged him and whispered, "Xiaojing and the others said they'd come again tomorrow. Do you think they're
serious ?"

"They're not serious, are they? And why would Michael let someone else touch his girlfriend?" my husband said, scratching his head. I disagreed, "It's hard to say. He's
a fashion designer, and many of his designs are revealing. Breasts are nothing to them. Plus, foreigners are open-minded. Just now, Xiaojing thought she wanted to sleep with you, but
he didn't react much."

"Really...really?" my husband swallowed again, clearly looking forward to it. I teased his nipple with my fingertips, saying temptingly, "Anyway, I've given my approval.
If they really come tomorrow, you can touch them as much as you want. I won't hold it against you."

My husband hesitated, "You really won't be stingy?" "

I said I won't. I was the one who planned this today." I reassured him, "I know you're devoted to me, and I'm
happy to give you a little something."

"But...isn't this still a bit much?"

My husband's nagging made me a little angry. A real man shouldn't be so reluctant when his wife has already given him the hint. Who knew he would suggest, "How about
this , we take turns touching each other. I'll touch Xiaojing, and Michael will touch you. That's more fun, it's fair and square."

My face turned bright red, and I pounded on my husband's chest: "You pervert! You actually want your wife to be touched by someone else!"

My husband grinned and said, "Aren't you the same? You actually want your husband to touch someone else."

I wanted to cry and yell, "That's different! You know she doesn't have breasts, aren't you just making me look bad? Michael is used to touching Xiaojing's big breasts, do you want him to laugh at me?"

"No way, big breasts have their beauty, and small breasts have their charm. Look at the clothes he designs, aren't they all for flat-chested models? Maybe
he prefers small breasts. Besides, my wife's breasts may be small, but they're very beautiful. It's fine for him to admire them." This time, it was his turn to circle my nipples.

"You, you're so lewd! I won't stand for it, you're bullying me!" I never expected my husband to have such strange thoughts, and I was so ashamed that I hit him hard. He chuckled and said,
"Look, you said you wanted to be touched, and now you're all wet down there, you little slut." "

I'm not slutty, you're bullying me!" I cried in desperation, dodging left and right, trying to stop my husband from touching my wet genitals.

"It's decided! We'll take turns touching you tomorrow!"

"No! I don't want to!!"

As it turned out, the next day, we really did invite Michael and Xiaojing to our house for dinner to celebrate my husband's birthday. Of course, neither of us dared to mention the breast-touching incident again.
Xiao Jing seemed a little disappointed.

"I thought I could do something for Xiao Mei." Xiao Jing was wearing a low-cut dress that Mi Gao had specially brought from Italy, her huge breasts so white they were almost translucent,
swaying precariously . They were a bit of an eyesore, but for the sake of my friendship with Xiao Jing, my lifelong best friend, I

wouldn't mind stealing the hostess's thunder. "Actually, this was all a plan. I was testing my husband's loyalty, to see if he had any improper intentions towards my best friend."

"So it was a test?" Xiao Jing said in surprise. I laughed loudly, "Of course! What wife would do something so stupid? Do you think I'm really that bored?
Hahaha ..."

My husband stared blankly at Xiao Jing's huge breasts. He had a piece of fat in his mouth but couldn't get it, so naturally he showed disappointment. Yesterday I asked you to touch them, but you wouldn't. Instead, you
were so perverted as to ask your wife to let others touch them. Are you satisfied now? We're done. Okay, even if you really can't touch them, as your wife, I won't mistreat you.

When I brought out the birthday cake I made myself, I also placed the specially made giant pudding on the table.

"What's this?"

"My masterpiece, named 34D Giant Breast Cow!" I introduced it to everyone with confidence.

"34D... Giant Breast Cow?"

"Yes! Look at these beautiful breasts, I made them in the shape of Xiaojing's breasts!" The pudding was made of milk, and I specially shaped it into two mounds,
each topped with a fresh cherry, making it look just like a beautiful woman's large breasts! It was crystal clear, smooth, and delicious.

"My breasts are nothing like this!" Xiaojing blushed, and I said to my husband, "Honey, come and see, they're really bouncy, you can touch them all you want. Look how they
jiggle when you shake them, aren't they exactly like the real thing? People use pudding flowers to describe women's breasts, and now I've made them real."

"Xiaomei's taste is really..."

Everyone didn't seem to appreciate my masterpiece, but it doesn't matter, as long as my husband likes it, right? Come on!

Feel free to touch it! After touching it, you can eat it—two uses in one, fulfilling two wishes at once!

"Xiao Mei…I love you…" The husband, dripping with sweat, stared blankly at the 34D-sized boobs.

"I love you too, honey!"

[The End]

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