wife and the neighbor's child

I'm a computer engineer, and my wife is a kindergarten teacher. We've been married for seven years, and I love her very much; she loves me too. Our relationship has been excellent for almost seven years, from dating to marriage. I'm 37 years old this year, and my career is fairly successful, though I often need to travel for work. My wife is 32 and loves taking care of children. Unfortunately, we haven't had children yet because she plans to work for a few more years. She's a very career-oriented woman, so we've discussed having a child later. My wife is 168 cm tall and weighs 50 kg. She has a very shapely, S-shaped figure, with fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Her long, slender legs are incredibly sexy. She likes to wear lace lingerie, and I can guarantee that few men could resist the allure of those stockings on her legs that make my blood boil. One incident remains unforgettable. It happened in mid-July last year, during the hot summer months. I received a project assignment from my company—a large project that would require me to travel for about a month. I was quite helpless, but it was work. When my wife found out, she was very unhappy and complained that the company always sent me on business trips. I persuaded her, saying, "What can I do? I'm a key employee of the company. I'll take you to Beijing when I get back." Hearing this, my wife cheered up. So, I booked the plane tickets, took the documents and contracts the company gave me, and set off. First, let me explain the background. Here's what happened: I live on the 6th floor, the top floor, and there are only two households on each floor. An elderly couple lives across the hall. They usually take good care of my wife and me, often bringing us food and drinks. Over time, we became very close friends with them. The husband is 46 years old, and the wife is 45. I call them "Big Brother" and "Big Sister-in-law." They have a son who is only 157 centimeters tall and just started junior high school. His grades aren't very good, and he's quite introverted and rarely speaks. He never greets me, but since he's just a child, I didn't think much of it. However, his parents are a very warm and friendly couple. I often drink and eat with his father, and we get along very well. About a week after I left on my business trip, my neighbor called to say that he and his wife had to go back to their hometown for an urgent matter and might not be back for about ten days. They asked if their son could stay with me temporarily because he needed to attend tutoring classes every day, and his grades weren't good to begin with. They didn't want him to miss those ten days of classes. I didn't feel comfortable refusing, so I asked when they were leaving. They said they were leaving that afternoon. I said okay, I'd call my wife to let her know. My neighbor was very grateful, and I said, "Brother, we've known each other for so long, don't be so polite." I told him to wait while I called home. My wife agreed without saying anything, and I told her to go to my neighbor's house to pick up the child. We exchanged a few friendly greetings and hung up. After hanging up, I realized we only had one double bed. I couldn't let the child sleep on the sofa, so I decided to let my wife make the arrangements. My apartment has a rather unusual layout. It's not very big, only 86 square meters. After entering, there's a hallway; the bathroom, shower, and kitchen are located near the entrance. Next is the balcony, and at the very back, there's a large door frame leading to the living room. The bedroom is at the far end of the living room. The bedroom is quite small, only big enough for a bed, a dressing table, and a wardrobe. The bed is against the wall, and the length of the bedroom is only the distance from the headboard to the foot of the bed. I usually lie on the outside of the bed, while my wife lies on the inside against the wall. We designed it this way to have a larger living room. Right now, I'm taking a nap and feeling bored, so I watched a movie for a while. Then I remembered the security camera in our apartment, which we installed when we first moved in, to deter thieves. Since my wife and I aren't home during the day, I installed it without her knowledge, and she still doesn't know about it. Out of boredom, I turned on the remote control device on my laptop to check on the house. The first view was of the front door; the hallway was quiet. Then I switched to the second view, the indoor corridor. Just as I was about to switch to the third view, the door opened, and a boy with a backpack came in. I immediately recognized him as the neighbor's kid. My wife had probably given him the keys first, since she wouldn't be home until after 5 pm, and the kid's tutoring ended at noon. He was probably back from tutoring, and my wife was at work. I smoked a cigarette while watching the kid's self-study progress. His father had told me on the phone earlier to have my wife supervise his son's studies. After he closed the door, put down his backpack, and took off his shoes, I noticed him hesitate, as if staring at something. I adjusted my view and saw he was staring at my wife's stockings. Her black stockings were lying on the floor... On the top of the shoe rack, I watched him suspiciously in the security camera footage. He picked up the stockings, held them in his hands, and actually started smelling them. I was stunned. He smelled my wife's stockings for about two minutes, then put them back. He looked at the slippers, and instead of wearing mine, he chose my wife's. He first picked up my wife's slippers, smelled them, and then put them on before going into the living room. I thought to myself, this guy is usually quite introverted, but he's so perverted and weird. I immediately switched the camera to the living room. The guy took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and walked towards the bathroom. I switched back to viewpoint 2 to observe. There were no cameras in the bathroom, so I couldn't see what was happening inside. After about five minutes, the guy came out of the bathroom, holding a pair of lace panties. Those were the unwashed panties my wife had just taken off that morning. The guy lay down on the bed in the bedroom and pulled his panties down to his thighs. Wow! This guy's penis was huge, a whole size bigger than mine, and very long, maybe a third longer. I watched him masturbate for a while, then he opened my wife's panties and wrapped the part of the panties that touched her genitals over his large glans. I saw his head tilt back, let out a long breath, seemingly enjoying it, and then he started stroking it. Through my wife's lace panties, I could clearly see his penis, his hard, large penis pressing against the area where my wife's secretions were on her panties. I was really surprised by his actions, and what surprised me even more was that... I never imagined that a boy who had just started junior high school would have such a robust penis, far surpassing that of an adult male. It truly made me feel inferior. At that moment, I wasn't angry that he was masturbating with my wife's underwear; instead, I felt envious and jealous of the stimulation from his thick, long penis. A perverted thought even crossed my mind: what would it be like if such a thick, long, and erect penis were fully inserted into my wife's pink vagina? Would she be able to smoothly accommodate and accept this penis, which was longer and larger than mine, and engage in piston-like thrusting? My own penis actually hardened with this thought. I immediately shook my head, unable to bear the thought any longer. Reluctantly, I turned off the camera, put on my work clothes, and left the break room to work on my afternoon project. I finished around 8 PM, then went out for dinner and drinks with my partners from the contract signing project. It was a very pleasant experience. Back in the lounge, I washed up and lay down on the bed to smoke and rest. When I finished, I saw it was past 9 pm and I should rest. Just as I was about to lie down, I suddenly thought about what happened during my lunch break. I wondered how they would sleep tonight. Driven by curiosity, I turned on my laptop. The first view that caught my eye was view number 1. All the lights at the door were off, but I could still see clearly because my surveillance camera had night vision, allowing me to monitor even in very low light. Then I switched to view number 2. The first thing I saw was my wife's high heels and that kid's shoes, neatly arranged together. The bathroom light was on, and through the patterned glass, I could see a figure inside, probably taking a shower. I lit a cigarette and watched the monitor. A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and out came my wife, wrapped in a towel and wearing spare slippers. She walked towards the living room. The kid was wearing my wife's slippers; my wife probably didn't dare tell him. I immediately switched to perspective 3. The neighbor's child was doing homework in the living room, while my wife went into the bedroom and closed the door. After drying her hair, she changed into her usual lace underwear and bra. Then she opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. I thought to myself, "You're going out dressed like that? Won't that kid see everything?" Maybe my wife thinks he's a child. Actually, I wasn't that concerned, but after what happened at noon, I started to worry. I was worried my wife would let him sleep in the bedroom with her. At this moment, my wife sat down next to the child to check his homework progress, then looked at the clock and indicated that it was time for him to rest. She told him to take a shower first, and then go to sleep. The child obediently went into the bathroom to shower. Then my wife turned off the living room light, without putting any pillows or blankets on the sofa. My wife then went into the bedroom. The air conditioner was on in our house.So the window wasn't open. My wife drew the curtains, made the bed, and lay down. At this point, I completely understood that my wife had decided to sleep with the child. This was expected, since I knew there was only one set of blankets, so they had to sleep together. My wife was lying on the inside of the bed. The entire bedroom was lit only by a bedside lamp, but the pinhole night vision was excellent; everything in the room was clearly visible. I switched to perspective 2. The sound of running water was still there, so he was probably almost done showering. About two minutes later, the little guy came out of the bathroom, wearing my wife's slippers, and walked to the living room and then into the bedroom. My wife wasn't asleep yet, probably waiting for him to finish showering. My wife then took two sleeping pills and swallowed them. Because my wife works with noisy children every day at the kindergarten, the long-term working environment has given her insomnia. So, she always takes two sleeping pills before bed and sleeps almost all night. At this moment, it seemed like they were... What were they talking about? It was probably that kid asking what medicine my wife had taken. After a few words, my wife gestured for him to close the bedroom door and go to sleep. After closing the door, the kid took off his towel, leaving only his underwear, and got into bed with his shirt off. He got into my wife's bed. My wife casually turned off the bedside lamp. Now my wife and the kid were in bed together, my wife facing away from him, asleep. The kid, however, seemed very nervous and couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps the physical contact with my wife in bed was causing him some kind of physical reaction. He lay there, facing the ceiling, motionless, for a long time. I was exhausted watching him, chain-smoking. About half an hour later, I checked the time—it was 11 pm. I figured I should just go to sleep. My wife was already asleep, and the little devil hadn't reacted for so long, so he was probably asleep too. I stood up, took a sip of water, went to the bathroom, and when I came back to turn off the computer, I found the little devil wasn't asleep. He had gently turned his body towards my wife's back and slid his smelly feet towards her soft feet. He had been lying there, feet to feet, for about an hour… About 10 minutes later, the young man reached his hand towards his wife's waist, slowly embracing her waist along her lower abdomen. Then he moved his genitals slightly towards the foot of the bed. At this point, I understood why he did this: because he was much shorter than his wife, he moved to position himself so that he could thrust his genitals towards her buttocks. He slowly approached his sleeping wife, and gradually, as seen in the monitor, he was completely pressed against her body. Judging from the shape of the blanket, his genitals were already touching his wife's vulva. They were pressed together. I was furious and wanted to call my wife immediately, but then I thought about it. How would this child face society after I made that call? I hardened my heart and didn't call to wake my wife. Instead, I calmly watched the monitor showing his actions with my wife. I thought his penis should be erect, probably already pressing against my wife's labia, even through the two pairs of underwear. That brat was excitedly touching my wife's genitals. Then it suddenly occurred to me, if he didn't ejaculate, he wouldn't be able to go soft. Would he masturbate? But I was completely wrong. He didn't rush to masturbate. Instead, he took off his underwear and spread one of his thighs between my wife's legs. Because of the blanket, he didn't succeed. He carefully pushed the blanket covering them aside. Now he and my wife were completely exposed to my monitor. Then he didn't continue what he was doing. Instead, he sat up, slowly spread my wife's legs apart, and untied one side of the straps of my wife's underwear around her waist. This way, he could see my wife's... He knelt between his wife's legs, shifting himself back a considerable distance, and lay prone on the bed beneath her genitals. He brought his nose close, smelling her pubic hair and then her vulva. After a few minutes, he extended his tongue and slowly moved it towards her vulva, licking it carefully and meticulously. He gently parted her labia, opening them slightly, and then lightly licked her clitoris. The more he licked, the more excited he became, gradually beginning to use his mouth... He sucked on his wife's alluring vulva, each suck perfectly timed. With the stimulation of his tongue, his wife's vulva gradually began to secrete a large amount of vaginal fluid. Perhaps due to the effects of the drugs, his wife did not wake up, but her physiological instincts allowed her to enjoy the pleasure brought by oral sex. The more he licked, the more vaginal fluid he produced. He diligently swallowed the vaginal fluid he had worked so hard to obtain. He kept licking the vaginal fluid secreted by his wife. Suddenly, I noticed that his penis was much larger than when he masturbated at noon, and its length had also increased significantly. I was completely stunned. I had never seen a first-year middle school boy's genitals develop to such an extent, even more impressive than those of male actors in pornographic films. I snapped back to reality and wondered why it wasn't this big and long during the day. Then it dawned on me: before, it was just masturbation, a complete fantasy. Now, it was real contact with a woman's genitals. Perhaps his wife's vaginal lubrication had stimulated his primal male instincts, causing them to fully awaken. Was it his wife's lubrication that awakened his genitals? Was that really it? At this point, I could still think rationally about these kinds of questions. I immediately reminded myself to call my wife right away, or it would be too late. I quickly picked up my phone and called her number, but man proposes, God disposes. Her phone was switched off. It never turns off, so why was it off today? Was this some kind of divine arrangement? Thinking back, it had been a month since I'd had sex with my wife, and I wouldn't be able to go back for another month. Then, just as I was about to give up, he began to act. He lay down on his side, lifted one of my wife's tender legs with one arm, and hugged her thigh, placing her knee above her chest. Then he placed his upper leg on top of her other leg. In this way, he could begin the sexual intercourse that fate had arranged for him and my wife. At this moment, I looked at the screen with disappointment and used the mouse to change the angle of the monitor, switching the view to my wife and the boy's lower body. Now I could clearly see that his penis looked terrifying and frightening, extremely angry. The glans looked like it was about to explode. I had never seen such a large glans before. Under the monitoring of the pinhole night vision, his glans appeared very shiny, its color already reddish-purple. I could even clearly see the blood vessels and blood vessels around the penis. At this moment, the penis had begun to throb. Was it beginning to call for my wife's vagina to envelop it, moisturize it, and engage in this high-quality sexual intercourse? At this moment, nothing could replace his penis, and my wife's vagina was the best proof. My wife's vaginal opening was now secreting copious amounts of lubrication, meaning her genitals had been conquered by the enormous penis before her and were ready to receive intercourse and complete a high-quality sexual experience. The boy pressed his prepared penis against my wife's vaginal opening, labia majora, and clitoris, beginning to slide and rub it. This was presumably a final preparation before penetration, allowing their genitals to greet each other first, and ensuring my wife's lubrication fully moistened his glans, achieving optimal lubrication. At this point, the boy felt it was about time. He changed his grip from holding my wife's legs to holding her soles with his hands. This made their position look exceptionally lewd and perfectly matched. After enjoying his wife's beautiful feet for a while, the boy slowly thrust his body forward, his glans gradually sliding into his wife's already restless vagina. He slowly and deliberately slid in, inserting little by little. Although his wife didn't wake up or make a sound, the large amount of love fluid she secreted and her two engorged labia gently enveloping the boy's glans were enough to prove that her body was fully engaged in this sexual intercourse. His wife's alluring feet seemed very obedient and docile in his palms. As he penetrated, I adjusted my perspective again. This time, I could see more clearly that his entire penis was inside my wife's vagina. Now, all I could see was his scrotum pressed intimately against her labia. The point of contact between his penis and vagina was completely covered by his wife's partially unbuttoned lace panties. I couldn't see anything inside the panties, only his pubic hair mixed with a few of his, as if telling us that they had successfully united and hoped everyone would leave their genitals alone. He reluctantly lowered his wife's feet, placing her legs on his buttocks. Because of her long legs, they looked so harmonious, and their genitals were tightly joined together in such intimacy. He didn't rush into thrusting but pulled the blanket over them again, covering them both. Then he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, one hand reaching inside her bra to caress her breasts. This little devil really knew how to enjoy women; his posture was perfectly adjusted.Okay, and then he began his frenzied, rapid, and intense thrusting. On the monitor, I saw him thrusting repeatedly, his movements becoming increasingly rapid and forceful. I could see the rhythmic, rhythmic movements of his penis, the way he moved, the way he thrust ... The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. The page is pale, the text is incomplete and contains many errors. A direct translation is not possible without further context or clarification. He thrust for hours, sometimes even two, until he ejaculated his vigorous semen. At this point, I sensed my wife was awake. As his thrusting intensified, her body responded in rhythm, her waist swaying slightly, her face showing obvious enjoyment. Perhaps she was captivated by the pleasure his large penis brought. Instead of interrupting him, she continued to feign sleep. My wife was silently enjoying the intense friction of this energetic young man's penis against her vagina. It seemed she truly craved this feeling. She had forgotten he was still a child; perhaps all her attention was focused on the point of contact between their genitals. I didn't watch the whole thing because I already guessed that for the next 10 days, my wife would definitely choose to have sex with him every night. They might try many different positions, even positions my wife and I had never tried before, because only his penis could completely satisfy my wife's long-suppressed desires. I couldn't even imagine it anymore. At that moment, I turned off the computer and lay on the bed like a log, falling asleep. The next day, I was busy all day, but my mind was still filled with yesterday's events. When I got back to the hotel, it was almost 9 pm. After much thought, I turned on the computer to check on things at home. My wife was watching TV in the living room. Judging from her attire, she had probably already showered and was wearing my favorite thin silk nightgown. It was obvious she wasn't watching TV attentively; she looked restless, probably because she was about to be played with by that little devil again. The little devil was playing on the computer in the study. I adjusted the angle and saw him browsing adult websites. He was shirtless, wearing only underwear. I guessed he was doing this on purpose, to give my wife some psychological suggestion. Around 9:30, the wife called to the boy in the study, "Go to sleep early." The boy hummed in response, "Auntie, go to sleep first. I'll take a shower and then go to sleep." The wife went from the living room to the bedroom, took out two sleeping pills, held them in her hand for a long time without taking them, and finally put them on the bedside table, her expression complicated. She habitually took off her nightgown and placed it on the chair in the bedroom, suddenly turning bright red, probably recalling what the boy had done to her the day before. Just as she was about to put her nightgown back on, she heard the bathroom door close, which meant the boy was about to come in. The wife nervously threw the nightgown she hadn't had time to put on back on the chair, turned over, and lay down on the bed facing inwards. The young man entered, wearing only underwear. The wall lamp was still on, casting a yellowish light. His wife, in her haste, hadn't properly covered herself; only her waist and lower body were under the covers, her upper body exposed. The young man swallowed hard, staring at her smooth, white back. He then noticed the two unused sleeping pills on the bedside table, a smug look spreading across his face. He got into bed, turning to face his wife, greedily admiring her back. After less than ten minutes, he made his move. He reached his hand down her white back. The moment his fingers touched her body, she trembled. Clearly, she wasn't sleepy and her body was sensitive, but she didn't move, remaining turned away from him. The young man gently stroked her back, gradually moving to her waist… to her full hips… her thighs… Throughout this, she trembled slightly. The young man pressed himself against her back. Skin to skin, from another camera angle I could see my wife's delicate brows furrowed, her face flushed with tension. The young man was very experienced; he began kissing her neck and back from behind. My wife trembled even more, but still didn't make a sound or move, letting him continue. He skillfully unhooked her bra from behind, then immediately reached inside and firmly grasped her breasts. Clearly, she was gritting her teeth, trying not to make a sound. Just like yesterday, he easily untied her panties. He suddenly pulled her onto her back, rolled over, and pressed himself against her, spreading her legs with his own, his thick genitals already pressed against her vulva. My wife finally spoke, only saying "No, no," and pushing him away, but to me, the resistance seemed weak, merely symbolic. He pressed his upper body against hers and said a few words; although I couldn't hear them clearly, I could understand the gist of it. The young man said, "Auntie, I played with you twice last night and this morning. What's with all the 'no, no' stuff? My cock is pressing against your pussy right now, look how wet you are!" The wife blushed deeply at these words, her hands pushing against him weakly. Then, it looked like she was gently grasping the young man's arm. Taking advantage of this, the young man suddenly entered her body. The wife let out a soft "Ah!" and her hands fell limply to the bed. The young man continued, "Auntie, last night when I played with you for the first time, you pretended to be asleep. This morning when I did it to you again, you still didn't make a sound. Today I'm going to make you moan..." I saw that the wife's pride had been wounded by these words... She turned her head back into the bed, no longer looking at the young man. 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Especially when I was playing with you just now, your expression... was so tempting... You're enjoying it now, aren't you... Let's do it again in a bit..." Judging from the slight trembling of his wife's body, she was probably crying... but there was no sound to be heard... The young man recovered quickly... In less than 20 minutes... the boy's interest was rekindled... As he embraced his wife's body again, he said, "Come on, beautiful lady... let me play with you again... You have a better figure than my mom... but not as sexy... But it's okay, it's always like this at first... It'll get better after a few times.""...Heavens! Could it be...this brat also...?" The wife seemed stunned by the words...dazed and confused...without any resistance...being skillfully pinned down by the brat...This time, the brat was very gentle in his defilement, and the wife did not resist...during the process, she cooperated by spreading her fair thighs...her two delicate feet gently resting on the brat's legs...she didn't moan much, mostly just suppressed groans. The brat carefully watched the young woman beneath him throughout the process...whenever pleasure came during the play, the wife would sway her head from side to side...her face showing both pain and vexation. Occasionally, when their eyes met, the wife would look away. The young man was adept at pushing my wife's limits. While thrusting, he would occasionally stroke her hair and cheeks… whispering something, but I couldn't hear him. Later, in my wife's diary, I learned what he said. He probably wanted her to watch him, to see how he was playing with her, and asked if she liked being played with. In the final climax, my wife seemed to finally give in, the orgasm stimulating her whole body to convulse… letting out a low moan from her throat… “I like it… I like it…” The young man ejaculated… then climbed on top of my wife… looking at the woman's languid eyes after her orgasm… triumphantly turned off the light, and held my wife as we fell asleep… I shut down the computer… barely slept a wink all night… masturbated twice… I woke up groggily in the morning, only then remembering it was Saturday, so I hadn't left the hotel. After much thought, I turned on the computer again to check on things… It seemed the young man and my wife had just woken up. My wife kept avoiding his gaze, while the young man leered around, touching this and that… After breakfast, the wife avoided the dining table and sat in the living room, lost in thought, probably contemplating how to face the young man… The young man sleazyly approached the living room sofa and sat right next to the wife… Just as the wife stood up to leave, the young man pulled her into his arms… A respectable 31-year-old woman… wearing only a nightgown, was being held in the lap by the young man… The woman tried to push him away… The young man used one hand to twist one of the woman's arms behind her back… and began to rub his lips against the woman's ample breasts… The wife screamed... "What are you doing? No... no..." She helplessly covered her chest with her other, unrestrained hand... Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra under her nightgown... The little devil bit her nipple through her clothes... "Ah! ...Ah! You... let go..." The wife blushed crimson... her legs flailing... her full hips swaying back and forth... but this only fueled the little devil's sense of accomplishment... His other hand roamed freely over her thigh... The wife, unable to keep up with both hands... in a moment of inattention... the little devil's hand slipped inside the edge of her panties... and began to crawl downwards with difficulty... The wife trembled all over from the stimulation... her legs weakly trying to avoid him... Soon, the little devil touched her genitals... The wife's hand weakly pressed down on the boy's hand... slumped in his arms... her eyes closed in humiliation... but the physical stimulation couldn't lie to her... trembling and moaning with each stroke of the boy's hand... the boy quietly pulled down his wife's panties... leaving only her ankles exposed... The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly representing a corrupted or incomplete text. 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