[Urban] Married Women and Young Wives' Adulterous Affairs (Complete) - 22-24

The 64th article, an undercover investigation of middle-class wife-swapping clubs,

explores how these individuals operate in the cracks of social norms: by day, they are civil servants, white-collar workers, and state-owned enterprise cadres; by night, they are enthusiastic about parties called "exchanging tenderness," which outsiders and the media refer to as "wife-swapping clubs." The swapping often takes the name of love, but sometimes "swapping" can also be a form of "helpless depravity." When the expected pleasure is not obtained, it leaves both parties feeling immense sadness and frustration.

This inherent spiritual crisis within the middle class certainly implies certain social problems—but where exactly do their problems lie? One man insists that the several instances of wife-swapping he and his wife participated in "have a significant positive effect on their married life." As a 32-year-old psychology master's graduate, he should clearly be well aware of the various psychological changes that may occur in this "swapping" and its impact on marital and family life. “My husband and I have a very good relationship, and our family is very harmonious.”

When asked if the “spouse swapping” activity would have a negative impact on our family life, he answered very confidently, “It’s just a way to spice up our marriage. It’s proven that our married life has indeed become fresher and more exciting after the swap, the quality has improved,

and our relationship has been strengthened.” 32-year-old Hu Yingxi works at a municipal-level public institution in Shangqingsi, Chongqing, while his wife works at a district-level public institution in Qixinggang, Chongqing. Both are middle-level managers in their respective institutions. Hu holds a master’s degree in psychology, and his wife majored in economics and management in university. According to Hu, they both have “very good career prospects.” A chance encounter online allowed the reporter from the Xinbao Daily to get a glimpse into the hidden world of people like Hu Yingxi. When choosing “spouses,” Hu always emphasizes that “we are people who pursue a high quality of life and enjoy life, and we value refinement.” He means that those who want to “swap partners” with him should be of the same type. To date, Hu and his wife have had at least two “spouse swapping” experiences. This middle-class couple is just one of many couples in Chongqing participating in “spouse swapping” activities. There are indications that these "clubs," popular among middle-class European families and centered around sex, are now widespread in Chinese cities. For middle-class individuals with stable jobs and high incomes, these small gatherings offer a unique and private experience, typically taking place in upscale clubs or pre-arranged hotels. As described in a 2001 South Korean film, such private gatherings could be called "clubbutterflies." In Ang Lee's 1997 film *The Ice Storm*, depicting the changing lives of middle-class families in 1970s America, such gatherings are also known as "key parties." Couples attending place their car and house keys in a bowl near the entrance. Upon leaving, the organizer gathers everyone to randomly draw a key from the bowl; if you draw a different key, you must take someone else's wife or husband home for the night. Of course, these clubs also have a name from outsiders, not widely accepted by the majority: wife-swapping clubs. “This is somewhat patriarchal,” some club leaders or participating women might say. Regardless, in many large Chinese cities, including Chongqing, seeking “wife-swapping” has become a lifestyle choice for many middle-class individuals when their married lives feel monotonous and dull.

Entering the inner world of wife-swapping participants, Hu Yingxi, when discussing why he started having the idea of “swapping,” said, “After having children for three or four years, the aesthetic fatigue that developed between my husband and me led to a lack of passion in our emotional life,”

which made us seriously consider this bold idea. The high work pressure on both of them was also one of the factors this psychology master’s graduate cited as the cause of this idea. Driven by both pressure and this sense of boredom, even the smallest argument between the couple could push their marriage to the brink of collapse. Marriage is a commitment, but sex clearly does not play a minor role. When this factor evolves into a crisis that both partners must face together, then according to the marriage contract, its resolution requires the joint responsibility of both spouses. “I want my wife to experience a different kind of pleasure,”

Hu Yingxi said. However, their first adventure didn't bring them the anticipated "happiness." "Actually, our first time wasn't very successful. Afterwards, we even cried our eyes out, feeling it wasn't as good as we imagined,"

Hu recalled that painful memory. He remembered the first couple they met, "The woman didn't talk, and the man had a buzz cut." His wife probably still harbors resentment about that first experience. "My wife said she didn't like either of them, but she only settled for me, resulting in her being unhappy. She wasn't happy, and so was I. Anyway, we just didn't click."

Nervousness was likely the second factor contributing to this failure. For an inexperienced couple, Hu's description is quite believable; even for a psychology master's graduate, this psychological process is probably inevitable. "I was too nervous the first time. My initial thoughts were very romantic, but now, looking back, it's all a blank. I feel extremely regretful,"

Hu said. The lesson Hu learned from this experience is: always choose carefully. After a second round of careful selection, they found a couple of university professors. "They are experienced, highly qualified, and very understanding. In fact, my initial intention was simply to have other gentlemen take good care of my wife and give her a different experience,"

Hu said. Behind this statement lies the judgment that the couple achieved their desired happiness under a psychological balance. "The most crucial aspect of the exchange is ensuring your wife finds the other man acceptable, and that the woman is satisfied throughout the process,"

Hu insisted, maintaining his consistent "wife is king" stance. According to Hu Yingxi himself, when choosing exchange partners for himself and his wife, he emphasized the compatibility of the other person's psychological qualities and temperament with his own. "We both love classical music; she loves gardening and stamp collecting; I enjoy reading history, especially World War II history, literature, and art criticism. I even took a three-year course in decoration at the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts during my studies,"

Hu said confidently. He believed his own psychological qualities and spiritual cultivation were quite resilient, and the success of the exchange depended solely on the other person's qualities. “But if you place all your hopes for improving your marriage on partner swapping, then it’s probably a burden the swap can’t bear,” Hu said, explaining the principles of partner swapping. “The two parties absolutely cannot discuss feelings; in fact, no one wants to swap with couples who have relationship problems.”

Not all participants in partner swapping are like Hu Yingxi, hoping to improve their stagnant marriages through it. Gao Deming and his wife have been married for much shorter periods than Hu Yingxi, only three years. Both are university graduates, aged 30 and 29 respectively, and are high-level white-collar workers. Besides her regular job, the wife also manages a business in Jiefangbei, Chongqing. Gao Deming said he enjoys football, music, and making friends, while his wife enjoys watching TV and reading. The couple doesn’t have children yet and has no plans to have children in the next two years. They have no experience with partner swapping, and their current view on it is very simple: it’s just a physical game, not that complicated. Therefore, there’s no question of one trying to convince the other. “As long as both parties can see things clearly, that’s fine,”

Gao Deming said. “If you’re married but find that this isn’t the ideal marriage you’ve always dreamed of, and love requires compromise, then exchanging partners is just a way of life.”

While the reasons for "partner swapping" may vary from person to person, the principles they follow in this process are largely the same. "Partner swappers" are not anarchists; unlike the Beatles of the 1960s, they appear outwardly very "gentle and modest." This group, seemingly the least likely to stray, are the "stabilizing elements" of our society. Is "wife swapping" an impending "ice storm" sweeping through China's middle class? There's no concrete indication that this behavior might be subject to so-called "divine retribution." This inherent spiritual crisis within the middle class certainly implies some problems, but no one tells us exactly what those problems are. Will they pay the price for this behavior? If sex is the intrinsic driving force of married life, does that mean it's the key to solving all problems? Certainly not. Sometimes "swapping" is a "helpless descent," a view many have expressed. When the expected pleasure isn't obtained, it causes both parties to experience immense sorrow and shared frustration. One thing is certain: those participating in partner swapping must be extremely cautious. "First and foremost, it's crucial to avoid situations where both parties are acquaintances. If, in the end, they turn out to be acquaintances from the same workplace or company, that would be disastrous,"

Hu Yingxi said. Secondly, there might be a shift in the mindset between spouses. In the South Korean film *The Butterfly Club*, the couples involved in the swap had to reach an agreement beforehand: expressing absolute trust in each other. "We didn't have a written agreement, but we definitely reached a consensus psychologically," Gao Deming said. These agreements sound quite profound. For example, many couples agree that such swaps can only be done once, and neither spouse can meet with the other without the other's knowledge, otherwise it would be considered infidelity, etc. Hu Yingxi admitted that although he felt a strong connection with the university professor couple, they didn't form the "long-term alliance" he envisioned, and in fact, it was highly unlikely. "Sex is very private; it must be shared with someone you know and trust,"

he said. But in today's world, even neighbors are hard to trust, let alone partners for swapping. Hu Yingxi himself clearly understands this. It's not that no one is disappointed by this activity. "Some participants regret it deeply afterward, especially the women. They feel their innocence is ruined,"

Hu Yingxi said. If "wife swapping" is unrelated to morality, then it is certainly related to children. Hu Yingxi said that many men and women who participate in wife swapping feel a sense of guilt whenever they see their children afterward—should their children be sacrificed on their parents' path to secret pleasure? Therefore, they must think carefully before each action. The rules of a well-known domestic "couples' dating club," provided by its director, reflect this meticulous way of thinking: even "swapping" has its principles. Let's take a look at the club's rules and regulations: "To encourage both parties to seriously consider their personal behavior, respect personal privacy, and avoid unnecessary disputes and harm to their families, this club has established the following covenant, which we hope both parties will abide by. Important Notice: This club strongly condemns any violation of the rules. 1. Fully respect personal privacy. If either party objects to the disclosure of personal information such as address or phone number, they must not inquire. 2. Fully respect the woman's wishes. Without her consent, no action should be taken against her wishes, and illegal means should not be used to achieve the desired outcome. Please carefully consider the serious consequences arising therefrom. 3. Both parties should communicate with an open and honest attitude. It is recommended to fully communicate personal interests, hobbies, and preferences beforehand to avoid unpleasantness. 4. Regarding each other's physical condition, such as whether there are any infectious diseases or other unsuitable conditions, please consciously confirm and state this. Please carefully consider the serious consequences arising therefrom. 5. Neither party should use means that harm or make the other uncomfortable during communication. Men, in particular, should demonstrate gentlemanly conduct and fully care for and respect women." 6. Both parties should verify the legal validity of the agreement. 7. If either party has children, they should restrain their behavior and strictly refrain from actions that could negatively impact the next generation. 8. After the communication ends, if one party has no intention of continuing the relationship, the other party must not harass or disrupt the other party's family. 9. Neither party is allowed to engage in any monetary transactions. 10. Neither party should engage in intimate behavior with the other in public places or where their identities are known to acquaintances. When sex becomes an "intrinsic driving force," and when the "marital morality" of some urban middle-class men and women collectively falls into a "helpless decline," they begin to seek solace in social rules. Finding a niche. These people are civil servants, white-collar workers in enterprises, and middle-level managers in state-owned enterprises by day, but at night they are keen on a new kind of ethics called "exchanging tenderness." At this time, sex inevitably becomes an "intrinsic driving force" eager to break through traditional morality. Many social organizational forms have evolved starting with marriage. The famous "Sex, not war" movement in the United States in the 1960s gave rise to a massive anti-war wave; China's May Fourth Movement changed the Chinese people's views on marriage and love under the shackles of traditional ethics; and Mao Zedong first advocated [this] when he established his red regime in the base areas. It was the land movement, freedom of marriage, and women's liberation. Sex became a "social force" because of its own intrinsic driving force. Playboy spread all over the world, and at the end of 2004, it attempted to use its "sexy reputation" to establish its first club in mainland China in Shanghai, but failed. Another magazine, "Men's Wear," a magazine exclusively for middle-class men, had Chinese female celebrities smeared with milk to show off their graceful figures to men. When the well-known condom brand Durex's global survey said that each Chinese person had an average of 19.3 sexual partners, most male college students in a state of sexual frustration did not feel this happiness. They were prohibited from renting houses off-campus by the school, and the reason was obviously not just for ease of management. Dancer Tang Jiali disrobed in front of a photographer's lens, but most Chinese people did not notice the revolutionary significance of her action and only debated: what should be the bottom line for the degree of nudity? The sexual consciousness of this generation of Chinese people is still in a chaotic state between liberation and confinement. So, among some urban white-collar workers in China... Can the quietly spreading "couples clubs" truly represent a breakthrough in traditional moral constraints? According to Engels, in Western society, the subordinate status of women, the emergence of private property, and the transition from matrilineal to patrilineal societies are undoubtedly closely linked to the emergence of the monogamous nuclear family. The sole purpose of the monogamous family is to protect the social continuation of private property. Why would middle-class women engage in such "cheating" that could lead to financial troubles? They are attempting to break free from... Sexual constraints are often disguised as efforts to improve marital life; their attempts to break free from the monogamous system that restricts their physical pleasure are framed under the banner of "family fidelity"; their efforts to salvage failing marriages are achieved through sexual games. People often interpret the sight of swarms of male and female butterflies chasing and mating among flowers as a sociological representation of "sexual liberation"—but only zoologists understand that, under normal circumstances, butterflies mate only once in their lifetime, and it's extremely rare for females to mate a second time. "Good relationships can withstand many storms." "

Psychology Master Hu Yingxi often says this when he calms down and thinks carefully. Clearly, the storm he refers to is an unprecedented 'ice storm.' In the film *Brokeback Mountain*, after a family on the verge of collapse experiences a harrowing crisis of 'reason and emotion,' Ang Lee allows the Ben family to rediscover the warmth of their former family life. Hopefully, Hu Yingxi and his ilk are merely a group of temporarily separated Adams and Eves, and what they are experiencing is a helpless moral decline—but what comes after that decline? What will they do?" Will there be no return to a full return to love and family?

Article 65: Betraying one's husband is not shameful.

About three months ago, one night, my husband was completely drunk. Shanhe helped him back to my house. While I was in the kitchen, he suddenly hugged me and took advantage of me.

At first, I resisted fiercely, but Shanhe covered my mouth from behind with his hand, saying that if I made a sound, I would wake my husband, and then I wouldn't be able to explain myself. Then, he lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear, spreading my vagina open with his fingers.

When this ferocious, lewd act began, my blood ran cold. Yet, a burning heat enveloped me, gradually causing me to lose myself. When I awoke, my breasts were grasped by his hands, my fully exposed buttocks pulled close to his abdomen, and he thrust his rough penis into me from behind.

Shanhe straddled me, his hands gripping my soft breasts tightly, thrusting shallowly and deeply, seemingly casually, while desperately trying to stifle my moans. Shanhe extended his right hand forward, his large, thick palms covering my mouth, but this silence only intensified my pleasure.

Shanhe continued thrusting, pushing me straight to orgasm.

"Wow! Madam, even your depths are trembling,"

Shanhe's lewd words echoed in my ears from behind. At the same time, he forcefully plunged his penis into my soft depths.

The obscene words brought me shame, but also heightened my excitement. The word "orgasm" kept repeating in my mind.

Not far from the kitchen, on the sofa in the living room, my husband was snoring loudly, which only amplified the stimulation. My mind went blank. In my entire twenties, I was experiencing an unprecedented climax. Tears welled in my tightly closed eyes, and my whole body convulsed.

Since that night, I felt like I had been captured by Shanhe. Whenever my husband was away on business and the house was empty, I would look forward to his phone call, and then we would embrace in a hotel, letting out cries of ecstasy.

In front of my husband, I had to force myself to behave like a proper woman, but with Shanhe, who was a year younger than me, everything was completely different.

Also, because Shanhe always used obscene words when he hugged me, I unconsciously got used to it too. Every time I heard these indecent words, I released my lustful nature and became even more excited. But what attracted me most was Shanhe's long and thick penis!

In fact, when Shanhe was erect, it was twice the size of my husband's. The hard, club-like shaft, once inserted, gave me a feeling of fullness; my muscles seemed to melt, giving me a burning pleasure.

Three months ago, I first experienced this intense pleasure, and even though my mind disagreed, my body remembered it clearly.

That afternoon, Shanhe left the company and used a nearby hotel room to summon me. Initially, I hesitated, but the thought of Shanhe's penis made my body give in.

In the end, I went to the hotel. Under the blazing afternoon sun, I lay on the cool bed, like a white sexual beast, intoxicated by the pleasures of intercourse.

Whatever Shanhe wanted to do, whatever positions he wanted to embarrass me, I agreed to. I was drenched in sweat as I satisfied his every demand, immersing myself in extreme lewdness while bearing the stigma of infidelity.

Even when Shanhe wanted to take pictures of my genitals, I readily agreed, and even allowed him to record the act. The shame of having my most private parts photographed awakened an exhibitionist desire I hadn't known before. Listening to those tapes with Shanhe, that fiery excitement returned.

The persona in those tapes was like another person, vulgar and explicit, as if I were someone else, which excited me even more. However, while dealing with Shanhe's lustful demands, I still maintained my proper composure.

That day on the phone, I learned I had gained a rival, a painful blow to my heart. Although I had heard Shanhe had a girlfriend, now he wanted me to witness their intimacy. My female dignity was absolutely unforgivable. I was furious at Shanhe's actions.

But Shanhe coldly told me, "It's a pity you won't accept my request with her. Our relationship ends here!"

This weighty declaration made me panic.

"Wait a minute, please tell me the hotel room number!"

I blurted out nervously into the phone, flustered.

"Really! I knew you were a reasonable person!"

I could feel his twisted laughter on the other end of the line. I couldn't bring myself to leave this man, and I hated myself for it.

"But I don't want to just look! After her, I want your care too!"

Even I thought my voice sounded seductive.

"Of course, after you're done with her, I'll satisfy you with your favorite big cock!"

Shanhe said. I also heard a young girl's laughter, as if she was slowly approaching him.

I felt insulted, but it also made my heart burn, and my inner thighs became wet. I went into the bedroom, took out new underwear, and stripped naked. I

always changed into new underwear when I met with Shanhe. Wearing new underwear would bring out that atmosphere, make me feel more fulfilled, and make me more aware that I am a woman.

Before putting on my underwear, I would walk to the mirror in my dorm room and look at my figure. My beautiful, flowing black hair cascaded over my slender figure, complementing my pretty face; I felt I was no less attractive than models or actresses. My bamboo shoot-shaped breasts, set against my slim waist, appeared even fuller; I've always been proud of my excellent figure. My thighs were long, my waist high, and I resembled a piece of white porcelain, my snow-white naked body perfectly proportioned. I put on my new underwear, a pure white dress, and a bright yellow coat.

I closed the doors and windows, left the luxurious residence, and got into a taxi. It would take about twenty minutes to reach the hotel where Shanhe was staying.

The setting sun shone on me as I walked through the hotel's revolving doors, across the lobby, and headed towards the elevator. The room number Shanhe had mentioned on the phone was 2425. I went up to the twenty-fourth floor, walked into the eerily quiet corridor, and rang the doorbell for room 2425.

The lock turned, and the door slid inward. A long-haired woman, around twenty-two or twenty-three years old, peeked out. She had a long nose and a pretty, delicate face. When she saw me, she smiled playfully.

Her bright eyes, lovely face, and clearly naked body—she was wrapped in a towel—made me surprised to see her greet me.

I was momentarily stunned by her fair skin.

"I'm Chen Mingli. Is Shanhe here?"

I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yes, please come in!"

The young woman smiled and led me into the guest room.

"Ah! You're so quick!"

Shanhe was already sitting naked on the double bed, greeting me. I looked away from his thick armpit hair and his erect penis.

"Where should I sit?"

I tossed my handbag onto the coffee table and said, my mouth agape.

“Well, please sit on the sofa over there! Let me show you around first. Let me introduce you to Ms. Fang Yuli. She's our company's secretary, and we've been seeing each other for over a year. Isn't she lovely? She even licks my back door with ease!”

Shanhe said with a chuckle. The young woman closed the door and returned. He turned to her and said, “Say hello to Mingli!”

“My name is Fang Yuli.”

Yuli smiled happily and bowed slightly to me, who was sitting in the chair. Then she took a nylon rope from the drawer. Shanhe also got up, got off the bed, took the rope from Yuli's hand, and slowly walked to me.

“Please bear with me for now.”

Shanhe then tied me up with rope.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I'm just afraid that your jealousy might cause trouble for me and Yuli, so I'll have to trouble you for now." Shanhe tied my hands behind the sofa, then walked onto the bed, shaking his hard, reddish-black penis.

Yuli had already removed her towel and was lying naked on the bed waiting for Shanhe. A patch of slightly dark pubic hair covered her milky-white skin, and every inch of her body shone with a wild and lewd feeling.

"Lick me!" "

Shanhe gave her the order.

Yuli, touched by the man's penis, bent over like a white rabbit, opened her lips, and took Shanhe's rough glans into her mouth. A lewd sucking sound stimulated my bound hearing.

Yuli's long hair was disheveled as she continued to provide oral service to Shanhe. After a while, she said with a seductive smile, 'Ah! I'm melting, come on and put it in me.'

Shanhe raised his hips and swayed, and I saw him holding Yuli's jade-like hands, as if a woman couldn't hold back, his firm buttocks twitching.

Yuli, as if victorious, proudly released the man's erection from her lips, brushed her long hair that had fallen to her chest back behind her, and sat on Shanhe's body, her full breasts bouncing as if jumping.

'Do you want to enter Yuli's body?'

she asked proudly, straddling the man's body.

'Yes, I do! Sit down quickly!'"

Shanhe lifted his waist more forcefully, his reddish-black fleshy root, erect like a club, glistening with the young girl's saliva. "

Want to enter Yuli's fleshy hole?"

"Yes! Hurry up and thrust it in! I really want to quickly penetrate your fairy cave!"

Their lewd conversation, coupled with their panting breaths, reached a point of mutual excitement. Yuli lowered her waist, and the two of them joined together.

Shanhe and Yuli seemed to have forgotten my presence; they cried out and moaned together, both lost in the fusion of their bodies. However, neglected by others, I too became wet deep within. If my hands could move, I would definitely scratch this aching secret cave; now, even I was extremely excited.

Young Yuli's heart-shaped, snow-white buttocks rippled like waves... Rising and falling, a reddish, moist sheen was revealed at that secret crevice. Shanhe's penis, glistening with her tantalizingly colored vaginal fluid, thrust in and out repeatedly.

Watching this scene, coupled with the wondrous sounds of the wet liquid colliding, aroused me even more.

The two on the bed constantly changed positions, their union reaching its climax. Shanhe's buttocks convulsed violently, and Yuli trembled all over. Her fingers dug deep into the man's back muscles, soaking wet and tightly wrapped around his body, her toes clenching nervously. I am a woman too. Of course, I knew Yuli was in her most excited and blissful moment, and I hated that I wasn't the one being penetrated by a man.

After we finished, we collapsed like limp mud. When our bodies separated, I saw Shanhe's semen overflowing from Yuli's vagina. This scene filled me with envy. At that moment, I wondered why I didn't feel jealous. I felt my underwear was soaked, as if I had also experienced intercourse.

Shanhe slowly walked away from the bedside. He untied me and helped me up, lying down on the bed. Together, they removed my clothes. They stripped off all their underwear, leaving nothing behind.

Like someone under hypnosis, I lost all willpower, letting them undress completely and pushing them to the inside of the bed. Shanhe made me lie between him and Lin Yuli. Yuli spread her legs, wiping away the fluids that had seeped out from their movements with a tissue, then opened my tightly closed thighs as well.

Shanhe pointed to his still-erect penis, wanting me to suck it. Lost in ecstasy, I used my lips and tongue to suck and lick it, occasionally letting my lips leave, uttering "Ah! Ya!" A

sigh escaped my lips as I swayed my hips.

My spread legs were being licked by Yu Li, the fleshy walls, like cracks in a rock, each undulation licked by her tongue. This Yu Li, she really had some skills; even I, a woman, was almost melted by her.

I felt my vagina becoming increasingly wet! My sensitive clitoris throbbed and bounced; how had I become so wanton? Yu Li's left hand parted my pubic hair, then sucked on my clitoris. Two fingers of Yu Li's right hand were already eagerly probing into my secret cave.

"Ah, no!"

I was turned over and lay prone, my face and hair pressed against the bed, Shan He whipping my cheeks with his hard rod.

"Is it good? Tell me which spot feels best!"

"There, ah! Down...down there! Ah! I can't take it anymore! Please have mercy on me." "

Intense pleasure, like a pillar of fire, coursed through my entire body. The male fingers below me were constantly moving, and I unconsciously tightened my grip, until finally, the dam broke, becoming completely uncontrollable.

At the moment I needed it most, Shanhe filled me with his thick, hard penis, followed by a frenzied thrusting. I experienced multiple orgasms, losing count of how much vaginal fluid I released, until Shanhe ejaculated inside me and then collapsed into a deep sleep.

A week later, my husband returned, but he was always hesitant in his speech. However, he finally said, 'That Shanhe guy, he embezzled public funds and then vanished without a trace. His secretary, Fang Yuli, is also gone; it seems she was involved too. We opened Shanhe's drawer and found many photos of him and Yuli having sex. Some of them were even submitted to adult magazines! Some of the women in the photos look a lot like you, but I know it can't be you!'" "

I immediately denied it and hid in the kitchen. I covered my eyes with my hands, trying to stifle my sobs so my husband wouldn't notice.

Chapter 66: The Wife Betrayed by Her Husband

(Part 1) My husband and I rented a beat-up Jeep while traveling, but it broke down on the way back to our accommodation. By the time it was repaired, it was already past 11 pm.

Looking at the dark, moonless night outside the run-down auto repair shop, my husband said to me, 'Xiao Hui, it looks like we need to find a guide to take us back.' 'Huh? Why? Don't you know the way back?'" "So we..." Seeing my husband's helpless expression, I figured that was the only option. We'd been driving around and sightseeing, and had completely forgotten our route, plus it was pitch black in the middle of the night.

The car repair shop owner was a man who looked to be in his forties. Although his skin was oily and shiny, and he was dark-skinned and muscular, I didn't like the way he looked at me—that lewd, lustful look that made me extremely embarrassed, that look that made me afraid to look him in the eye yet also made my heart flutter.

Because he had been busy fixing our car, and because of the humid weather, his broad, thick upper body was bare.

The dim lighting... Below, his thick, dark chest hair stretched all the way to his lower abdomen. His hips were loosely bound by only a pair of greasy, floral-patterned shorts. While repairing the car, he seemed to deliberately let his large, round testicles slip out of his loose trousers, exposing them to my view. The shadow of his enormous genitals bulging from his crotch made me blush and my heart pound.

After overhearing my conversation with my husband, he used his lustful gaze to tease my large, plump breasts, tightly encased in a silk vest, and my voluptuous, white thighs exposed beneath my miniskirt, while suggesting to my husband that he be our guide.

My husband squinted and looked him up and down for a while, then suddenly turned to look at me, as if seeking my opinion, but there was clearly a pleading look in his eyes.

My face flushed again. A strange, restless feeling rose within me; I sensed something unusual was about to happen. I wanted to refuse my husband's plea because I was terrified of the extremely lewd and obscene look in that man's eyes when he looked at me. But…

my husband and I wanted to rent a car locally for convenience while traveling. But to our great disappointment, we couldn't find a decent car. The jeep we rented was not only dilapidated without a roof, but it had also been patched up so much that only the two front seats remained. Of course, it wouldn't be a problem for just my husband and me, but now that three of us were in, I was in a bit of a predicament. But there was no other way now; unless my husband and I camped out in the wilderness tonight, the three of us would have to travel together.

(II) In the darkness of night, our dilapidated car with only two seats bumped along the mountain road, devoid of starlight and moonlight…

My husband was still driving, because he said it was safer to have one's life in one's own hands. But he insisted that I sit on the repair shop owner's lap, jokingly saying that his strong thighs were very elastic and would save me from the discomfort of the bumpy ride. At first, I felt uncomfortable and refused. But then I thought that if I didn't do this, my husband and I wouldn't be able to get back to our accommodation, so I had no choice but to sit shyly on the repair shop owner's muscular thighs, and my ample body could only be lewdly embraced by him.

The car bumped along the mountain road, and countless small insects swarmed and danced in front of the dim headlights…

This tourist spot was already very hot in May, and the air humidity in the mountains at night was also very high. Although a breeze swept by as the car moved forward, I still felt sticky all over, especially since my hairy armpits had begun to secrete a faint body odor.

The only sound on the mountain road was the car engine; none of the three of us spoke. We needed to get off this winding mountain road to reach the flat national highway, and as a guide, that was the only place where I could truly shine.

Watching my husband nervously watching the car drive ahead, I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him on the cheek with a touch of tenderness…

My husband turned and smiled at me, his tone somewhat lewd, saying, “Xiaohui, how is it? Feeling excited? Don't you always like excitement? How's it going tonight?” Oh, feeling… Yes

, from the moment I got in the car, I felt something, a feeling of being about to be trapped in a quagmire of lust from which I couldn't escape. Sitting next to my husband, yet being tightly embraced and lewdly violated by another stranger, a man reeking of male odor, was a feeling I had never experienced before.

As the car bumped along the mountain road, I constantly felt a hot, hard, thick piece of flesh rubbing intensely against my plump, fleshy buttocks against my thick labia. Because I was sitting on the lap of the car repair shop owner with the skirt slit open, my already short miniskirt, which barely covered my buttocks, was now completely useless. Exposed to this strange man was my large, white, plump buttocks, barely concealed by a thin thread.

Oh, my dear husband, you don't know, this man beneath you, from the moment I sat on him, his hands have been anything but still. My plump buttocks and fair thighs have been thoroughly violated by his two large, dark, and dirty hands. My soft, fleshy buttocks completely satisfied his senses, thus fueling his lust. He was too rough; he kneaded too hard, even my plump buttocks, covered in thick fat, couldn't withstand the pain. I imagine my once fair and pink buttocks and thighs must now be covered in bruises from his kneading.

And he also lewdly continued to violate my plump, peanut-sized clitoris with his greasy fingers. Oh, my dear husband, you know that when I am filled with lust, my swollen, translucent clitoris, covered in vaginal fluid, is my most sensitive erogenous zone.

Oh, my dear husband, you know that your wife has a very strong sex drive; even the slightest touch from a man can bring her to orgasm. And now, this man has shamelessly pulled my plump clitoris from between my tightly closed labia and played with it until it is abnormally swollen. How can I, trembling with lust, endure the torment of the immoral fire burning throughout my body for long?

Just when I was about to stand up from his stimulation, he took the opportunity to poke my tender anus with his thick fingers. Oh, my dear husband, I am almost being played to death by this filthy man beside you.

Don't you notice anything? Are you just going to let this man do whatever he wants to your wife, using such shameful techniques on me?

(III) Well, it's too late now. Because this stinky man's lust had already surged and intensified, my fears had inevitably come true.

The man lifted my buttocks and quickly pulled down his greasy trousers, exposing his already thick and long penis to the damp air. Then he pulled the thin threads of my silk thong, which he had already groped and embedded in my labia, to the outer edge of my labia, so that he could shamelessly kiss his magnificent genitals against my already wet and glistening vulva.

The car jolted, as if entering a bumpy section of road.

"Watch out, hold on tight," my husband shouted without turning his head. "

Hey. You watch out too, don't drive too fast," I replied, leaning forward to grab the handle on the windshield.

Just then, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower body. Just as I leaned forward to grab the handle, the man's thick, hard penis, amidst the bumpy ride, plunged deep into my wet, love-soaked vagina.

"Agh..." This filthy man's foul-smelling, enormous glans forcefully occupied the depths of my narrow, winding vagina. The intense, tingling, and numbing sensation surging from my honeypot made me lose my senses and cry out involuntarily... Still

reeling from the shock, I nervously turned to look at my husband. He was still intently gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to my screams of being raped.

The car continued to bounce up and down the bumpy mountain road, and the car repair shop owner's thick, long penis, with its enormous glans, relentlessly ravaged my hidden, delicate vulva with the rhythm of the bumps...

My husband was right beside me, yet my thick, tender labia were enveloped by another man's thick penis. I felt the scene was utterly depraved.

The intensely strong masculine scent emanating from the man beneath me made me dizzy. Each shameful violation of my clitoris sent a surge of heat through my body, fueling my lust.

I was losing control. As if responding to the invasion and humiliation of my tender clitoris by the man's enormous glans, the honey-like fluid gushing from the depths of my womb flowed down the massive shaft with each thrust, soaking the area where my genitals and the man's were joined. *

Slap, slap, slap*—that was the sound of my plump buttocks striking the man's strong thighs.

*Squelch, squelch*—that was the moaning of my vaginal fluid as the man's thick penis thrust in and out.

This obscene symphony of sex rose and fell amidst the roar of the car engine…

(IV) I felt my body go limp, my thoughts began to blur…

Although I had sexual experience before marriage, and had slept with other men behind my husband's back after marriage, this was the first time I had been violated by another man in front of my husband. I didn't know if my husband knew about my affair with this filthy man. Although it was dark, and the dim car lights probably couldn't let my husband see what was happening around him, he should have heard my moans.

Could it be that my husband didn't hear? Did he turn a blind eye? Could it be that my husband...

Why did my husband insist on driving himself? Why did he so readily let me sit on another man's lap?

Even when that man was groping and playing with me in such an extremely lewd way, he didn't seem to care?

Oh, I suddenly realized—my husband might be deliberately indulging me, he wanted me to fully experience and enjoy this erotic affair that I felt both extremely ashamed and extremely craving!

Thinking of this, I could no longer control myself. I glanced gratefully at my husband, then turned my back to him and sat cross-legged in the lap of the man reeking of a foul, sexual odor. Shyly, I stretched out my plump, white arms and tightly embraced his neck. But even this series of actions couldn't escape the bite of his enormous glans against my cervix…

The repair shop owner was indeed a seasoned womanizer. Seeing that I had given up my previously weak and intermittent resistance and was now limp and lifeless in his arms, he immediately understood that I had completely surrendered and would willingly let him play with and humiliate me. So, with a lewd grin, he changed his methods of raping me.

A large, foul-smelling mouth began searching for my fragrant lips in the darkness; a large, calloused hand skillfully rolled my silk vest up to my neck. Then, with practiced ease, he unbuttoned my 36D silk bra, and instantly, my two large, plump, white breasts burst forth. Not only was I exposed to the humid air, but I was also completely naked before the man who was raping me. Seeing this bloody scene, the repair shop owner was overcome with lust, and his filthy black hand began to shamelessly fondle the two plump, high mounds of flesh before him. The rough kneading deformed my breasts; the calloused friction hardened my nipples; the man's extremely skillful lewd techniques made me gasp and moan.

His thick, long penis was now deeply inserted into my cervix, and with each bumpy ride, the large glans teased and sucked at my shy, sensitive clitoris. His shameless actions only fueled my burgeoning lust once more…

(V) Because I was facing away from my husband, I felt as if my psychological barriers had lessened considerably.

In reality, this was complete self-deception. Could my husband be unaware of what was happening beside him? Could he be indifferent to his wife being played with by another man? But her husband…

However, you must understand, when a woman is aroused to the point of intense lust and utter debauchery, she no longer cares whose penis is being played with and penetrated inside her vagina, because at that moment, all she cares about is the release of her lust. As a woman, once she releases the shackles of her desire, she cares about nothing else.

Therefore, when the repair shop owner used his stained, yellow teeth to bite my two large, swollen nipples, the size of red dates, I impulsively pressed my head against his face, seemingly anticipating his foul mouth plundering my fragrant lips.

The man used his rough, long tongue to scrape against the inside of my tender mouth. The man used his thick lips to suck on my delicate earlobes. The man used his calloused, dirty hands to forcefully knead my two large, swollen breasts, which were already aching from his stimulation.

Suddenly, the man who was playing with me pervertedly spat a mouthful of foul-smelling saliva into my sweet little mouth. And I not only accepted it wholeheartedly, but even extended my tender little tongue for this man with foul breath to suck and taste.

A throbbing pain shot through my breasts. I felt my two already large and soft breasts, roughly kneaded by this man, become even larger and more erect. My nipples, the size of dates, were so swollen that they would almost squirt milk at the slightest touch.

I was completely intoxicated by this shameless, lewd game. I even anticipated further violation from this man.

Just as I was swaying in the waves of lust, the man suddenly pulled one of my arms away and began to violate my shameful armpit, the one reserved only for my husband.

Oh, my armpit, my armpit is filled with abundant body hair that arouses the opposite sex…

because my husband especially likes to lick my armpits during intercourse. He once told me that whenever he licked my armpits, the faint, sour scent emanating from them would cause his small penis to quickly swell and become erect. Therefore, even when wearing sleeveless tops in the sweltering heat or swimming in the pool, I never shaved my armpit hair. Perhaps some men would think such a woman is unclean, but as my husband said—a woman's armpit hair, sometimes unintentionally revealed, can add a touch of allure.

And at this moment, the man invaded the forbidden territory my husband possessed, making me feel incredibly shy and my face burning. I wanted to resist, but I no longer had the strength to put up a proper fight. The result was that with a little struggle, I was violated by this strong man, and my armpits were finally taken over.

The man rapidly licked and sucked my armpit hair with his rough, long tongue, and constantly rubbed the sensitive area under my armpits with his nose. I was overwhelmed by this lust, so different from my husband's, and my uterus began to gush forth again, because this man had unintentionally captured another of my erogenous zones…

(VI) At this moment, the air seemed to freeze. The man's strong bad breath and the sour body odor emanating from my armpits from the stimulation made me tremble with ecstasy…

"Oh, you thrust, you hurry… thrust… oh. You thrust deeper, yes, right here, right here…

oh… oh!" The stranger and I were making love intensely amidst the roar of the car engine. I wanted to scream as he violated me. But I didn't dare, because my husband was right next to me. Even though my husband already knew that I was being violated to the point of madness by the man beneath me, I still bit my lip tightly, trying to suppress the screams that were about to burst from my throat.

However, this state of being so satisfying and stimulating did not last long.

I felt the enormous glans inside my uterus begin to throb violently, and the man's dirty hands, kneading my large breasts, began to tremble convulsively. His head tilted back, and he gasped for breath…

Oh, even this master of womanizing couldn't hold back anymore. Enveloped and sucked by my sweet, throbbing core, and assaulted by my scalding love juices, he was about to ejaculate…

I suddenly awoke from my lewd haze. My God! These past two days have been my fertile window! And there was nothing inside my uterus to restrain my blossoming flower!

I quickly wrapped my arms around the repair shop owner's neck and whispered in his ear, "No, don't ejaculate inside, okay? I don't have an IUD. These past two days have been my fertile window; if you ejaculate inside, I'll get pregnant." Unexpectedly, my words only fueled the man's shameless lust. Instead of pulling his enormous penis out of my vagina, he thrust it even deeper into my uterus. I felt his large glans break through my tight cervix, bathing in the love juices inside my womb.

He pressed his foul mouth against my ear and said obscenely, "Wife, I'm going to ejaculate inside your womb, I'm going to get you pregnant with my child. Looking at how horny you are now, I really want to fuck you to death. I'm going to fuck your womb to pieces, I'm going to fuck you to death, you fat-assed slut." The man panted as he spoke, holding me tightly without regard for anything else, his thick, long, hard penis, as hard as an iron bar, thrust rapidly into the depths of my womb.

The man's lewd and shameless words didn't disgust me; instead, they made my blood boil. I was truly aroused by him, and the honey-like fluid in my tender vagina shamelessly began to lubricate his large, thick, veiny male genitals as he thrust back and forth.

With the man's vigorous thrusting, my cervix began to ache and tingle; my delicate toes began to straighten and twitch; my high, firm breasts rose and fell in wanton waves. Oh, my climax was coming!

Suddenly, I desperately grabbed the neck of the man who was raping me and screamed, "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot into my tender womb! You filthy man, I want to get pregnant with your dirty bastard! Shoot...you..." As I screamed, the filthy man held me tightly, and his engorged glans, as big as an egg, instantly gushed out large amounts of semen...

Oh, I loved this penis, this penis that was several times bigger than my husband's, making me feel like I was in heaven. The moment the man's huge glans forced open my tightly constricted cervix, I was stimulated to the point that my whole body went limp.

Oh, that hot yet filthy semen not only burned my tender womb, causing it to convulse in pain, but also polluted my clean and tender uterine walls; at this moment, countless wanton sperm must have been rampaging inside my womb, raping my beautiful, unprotected eggs...

(VII) I lay helplessly on the man who was raping me. I can't even begin to imagine how shameless and immoral what just happened was, because at the very moment the man ejaculated, I also experienced the climax I had been longing for.

I gasped weakly. Right next to my husband, right beside him, I was completely possessed by another man, body and soul. I didn't offer any meaningful resistance; I even willingly let him ejaculate his filthy semen into my womb. He so vilely played with and defiled me, yet I felt a euphoric pleasure. It seems a wanton woman, promiscuous and wanton, was about to be born.

Oh, my dear husband, I'm sorry. I simply couldn't escape or resist the temptation of this shameless lust, causing you to be cuckolded once again. It's not your fault; I couldn't control myself, being played with and defiled by another man right under your nose. Oh, my dear, I'm sorry.

But, I also blame you. It was because you forced me to sit on this filthy man that his shameless lust succeeded. This isn't my fault. You know I'm an extremely sexy woman with a very strong sex drive. I'm easily seduced and manipulated by men, and that's how you tricked me into your hands. Today, you seem to have deliberately pushed me next to this man I normally wouldn't even look at, letting him taste the deliciousness of my voluptuous body that he can never experience before. Are you indifferent to seeing your beautiful, voluptuous wife being played with by another man right beside you? Are you deliberately letting your wife be violated by another man to masturbate?

My eyelids feel incredibly heavy. The intense intercourse just now has left me weak and drowsy. Ignoring whether my husband would interfere, I shamelessly wrapped my fleshy arms around the man's hairy chest, pressing my face tightly against his sweaty, stinking chest.

Oh, you shameless, stinking man. Although your body is filthy, although your big cock reeks and is covered in grime, I still love your big, meaty rod churning inside my vagina!

My husband's penis, no matter how hard it gets, has never touched my hidden clitoris, while you not only ravaged it but also pierced my uterine wall, which is like a hymen. Oh, you stinky man I both love and hate...

Oh, I'm going to sleep—why is your penis still so thick and long even after you ejaculated? It's pressing against my thick labia, which are dripping with dirty semen; I won't be able to sleep.

Oh, I really am going to sleep—let my slender, fleshy hands tightly grasp your big, stinky penis, which is about to stand erect again, and masturbate you.

In my drowsy state, I feel the road beginning to level out. And on my unmasked, full body, it seems another hand is digging into my wounded, tender hole, soaked in a mixture of love juice and semen...

(8) In my drowsy state, I vaguely heard the conversation between the repair shop owner who had just violated me and my husband: "Boss, did you like me playing with your wife like that?" "No!" "Oh, you didn't like it. Then why did you force your wife to sit on me and let me play with her?

I thought you were the kind of man who would want other men to humiliate his wife." "Damn it, you're wrong. I just wanted my wife to enjoy this kind of game. As long as she likes it, then I like it." "Oh, really? Hehe, it seems your wife really enjoys me playing with her like that. You don't know, it was dark just now, and you were busy driving, so you didn't see how crazy your wife was from my lust. I just played with her buttocks with my hand, and her hole..." "She's so horny, she's been squirting water non-stop, soaking my pubic hair. Oh, your wife's pussy is so tight and slender, it feels so good on my dick. And your wife's ass, it's so soft and plump, I love playing with women like that. Here, you can't find a woman as horny and charming as your wife, she's the most pleasurable to play with. Ah, I'm so lucky, I actually got to play with a woman like your wife." "Damn it, stop talking nonsense. You're really good at this, look at my wife, you've made her faint.

Hey, which way do I go now?" "Oh, keep going. Turn left when you see a sign for 20 kilometers. Oh, boss, could you give me a little extra money later? I had a lot of fun playing with your wife." "I need to catch a ride back when it gets light." "Money is no problem. But—don't go back today. When you get to the hotel, take a good shower, clean your body, and oh yes, your dick, before you fuck my wife again. I want to watch from the sidelines. I was busy driving, and it was dark, so who knows what you two were up to? I just heard you two yelling." "Hehe, boss, that's your wife's screams when I'm driving her crazy. Oh, boss, you really want me to stay and play with your wife again?" "Of course. But you must clean yourself thoroughly. My wife likes clean, strong men with big dicks to fuck her. Also, you have to wear a condom, don't fucking ejaculate inside her uterus.

You know? She refuses to get an IUD because my wife thinks..." "If she had an IUD, the sensation of her clitoris colliding with a man's glans would be different." "Oh, boss, you're so considerate of your wife. You're such a good man. Okay, when we get to the hotel, if your wife likes it, and you're willing, I'd like to have some fun with your wife's asshole. Oh, your wife's asshole is so tight. When I poked her asshole with my finger just now, your wife was so horny that she stuck her tongue out for me to lick, she's such a horny slut. Look at her now, lying on top of me, her hand is still holding my penis." "Shut up. Damn, you've made my penis hard." "Hehe." In my drowsy state, I felt many hands caressing my body, my sweet little mouth and warm, slender vagina were filled with men's dirty semen. And—my asshole, why is my asshole so swollen? Oh, it turns out there's a thick, black penis with bulging veins lingering in my tender rectum.

Oh… the lingering lust begins to permeate my entire being again.

Oh, my husband, I love you. Because of you, I have experienced this indescribable, wanton pleasure.

Oh, my husband, I hate you too. Because of you, I was played with and raped by that filthy man, and I willingly allowed so many of his filthy sperm to be sown into my womb. Oh, my darling, you should know that these days are precisely when my tender, beautiful eggs are searching for mates! Heaven knows, will I be raped and impregnated by this man?… Oh, my dearest husband, I love you! I hate you! (The End)i=22> Chapter 67: Tempted by my friend's wife

Zhiwei and I have been colleagues at the same company for many years. Through work, I had the opportunity to meet his wife, Dou Dou. Zhiwei is a rather reserved person, yet he managed to marry such a beautiful wife. Dou Dou is a stunningly beautiful girl, lively and energetic, with fair skin, high, firm breasts, a slender waist, round, plump buttocks, and long, shapely legs. The first time I saw her, I was instantly captivated, with an urge to have sex with her, especially her full lips; I really wanted to see her sucking my penis. But remembering she was my friend's wife, I didn't dare to do anything inappropriate, though occasionally taking advantage of her was quite pleasurable. Once, on Zhiwei's birthday, a group of colleagues went to his house for a dinner party. That day, his wife, Dou Dou, wore a tight-fitting short skirt, revealing her two fair and alluring legs. Her semi-transparent, snow-white gauze blouse was incredibly seductive. Because everyone was in a great mood, we drank a bit too much. Emboldened by the alcohol, I brazenly stared at his wife's snow-white cleavage. My eyes met hers, and she noticed my behavior, giving me a glare with her large, alluring eyes. That glare made my heart race. I accidentally dropped my chopsticks under the table and chair. As I bent down to pick them up, I saw his wife's tightly closed thighs slightly parted. Staring at her private parts was truly unsettling. Perhaps because I'd been there too long, when I stood up, her cheeks were flushed—she looked stunning. A little while later, I deliberately dropped my chopsticks again. As I bent down, I saw her shifting her legs, her cleavage clearly visible beneath her tight skirt: white lace panties and sexy legs in stockings. It was incredibly arousing! After dinner, everyone wanted to play mahjong, but I had an extra turn, so I let them play and went to the living room to watch TV alone. A short while later, his wife, Dou Dou, came over and sat on the sofa opposite me to watch TV with me. The TV programs weren't very engaging; it was better to look at the beautiful woman across from me. Dou Dou, however, wasn't paying attention to her posture. Instead, she slightly parted her legs towards me, and my gaze kept wandering over her inner thighs. She noticed my gaze on her skirt and instinctively pressed her legs together, then slightly parted them again, her snow-white legs shifting back and forth, her white lace panties peeking out intermittently. Soon after, she lowered her legs. Since they were playing cards in another room, I boldly moved my body down, getting a clearer view of what was under her skirt. His wife, her eyes fixed on the TV, intentionally or unintentionally spread her legs wider. Her face was flushed, her breathing slightly rapid, and her hands pressed against the outside of her thighs, slowly moving away. My hand involuntarily touched my hard penis through my pants, imagining my eyes transforming it into a penis that would penetrate her wet, hot vagina. Suddenly, the sound of someone opening the door startled us from our lewd thoughts. The door opened with a soft thud. "Honey, get some beer in,"

Zhiwei called out to his wife as he came out. Startled, his wife quickly closed her legs, blushing as she took the beer inside. Although Zhiwei was a bit slow-witted, he had a penchant for a couple of drinks, and every time he drank, he'd fall asleep like a dead pig. I pretended nothing was wrong and went to the mahjong room to watch them play. "Brother Zhang, want to switch?"

another colleague asked me. "No, I'm fine just watching you guys play,"

I quickly replied. Soon after, Zhiwei's wife finished her work and came in to watch, standing next to her husband, which was opposite me. As I watched, I suddenly felt a burning gaze on me. I looked up and saw his wife's watery eyes. When she realized I was looking back at her, she smiled slightly—a truly beautiful smile. Her eyes held a deep, suggestive affection as she looked at me, then turned and walked out. "Everyone, take your time playing, I'm going to watch TV in the living room,"

I said to them before quickly following her out. Huh… no one in the living room? I wandered into the kitchen and saw his wife, Dou Dou, leaning against the corner, one leg against the wall, her large, longing eyes watching me enter. I slowly walked over and placed my hand on the wall beside her head. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes. As I gently lifted her chin, her body trembled slightly. I pulled her into my arms, and she passionately pressed her lips to mine, her tongue actively exploring my mouth! When her tongue withdrew, mine followed, sucking hard on hers. We held each other tightly, kissing passionately, as if trying to merge our bodies into one! At that moment, we cared about nothing else, only wanting to possess each other's bodies. Her body writhed with my kisses, her mouth constantly uttering "Mmm..." sounds. Just as I was about to take further action, someone in the living room suddenly said, "Finally finished!"

"Yeah!"

We quickly tidied ourselves up and walked out of the kitchen as if nothing had happened. We saw them coming out of the room, and Zhiwei said to his wife, "Doudou, is there any more food and drinks?"

"Still drinking?"

Doudou asked unhappily. "What's the big deal? It's a rare treat!"

Zhiwei shouted, slightly drunk. Doudou reluctantly went to prepare. After several rounds of toasts, everyone was almost done. "Zhiwei! We're going back now, Zhiwei. Hey! Zhiwei!..."

Everyone hurriedly shook Zhiwei awake, but he remained motionless, sleeping like a dead pig. Doudou: "No need to wake him, he's always like this when he's drunk, it's okay! You guys go back first." "

Okay! Thank you for your hospitality. Sister-in-law, we're leaving now."

Everyone went back one after another. When I got to the door, I looked at Doudou, we exchanged a knowing smile, and then I went back with the others. We dispersed downstairs, and I wandered around before returning to Zhiwei's door. I rang the doorbell, and Doudou opened the door, asking, "Who is it?"

"It's me."

I quickly slipped inside and asked Doudou, "Where's Zhiwei?"

"He's still sleeping on the sofa."

I eagerly pulled Doudou close and tried to kiss her on the lips. Doudou pushed against my chest with her hand and whispered, "No, my husband is in the living room."

"Isn't he fast asleep?"

I quietly asked her. "Yes, but..."

At this point, I didn't care about anything else and kissed her lips deeply, using my tongue to pry open his wife's teeth, swirling my tongue around in her mouth. His wife responded passionately. I sucked on Dou Dou's tongue, my hands restlessly kneading her full breasts through her clothes. Dou Dou closed her eyes, enjoying my passionate caresses. My penis slowly hardened and pressed against Dou Dou's lower abdomen. She excitedly twisted her lower abdomen in response, moaning, "Mmm...mmm..."

I slipped my hands inside the lace bra that was peeking out from under Dou Dou's low-cut neckline, grabbing her two full, round, and elastic breasts and kneading them. Her body trembled as if electrocuted. I roughly pulled off her top and bra, revealing Dou Dou's snow-white, full, and mature breasts eagerly popping out. I kneaded her large breasts with one hand and slipped the other under her short skirt, stroking her vulva through her panties. "Ah...mmm..."

Dou Dou groaned in discomfort. Her labia were burning hot from my caresses, and a lot of clear, lustful fluid flowed out, wetting her panties. I pulled her panties down to her knees and played with her erect clitoris. Dou Dou's body writhed, and she let out soft moans: "Mmm...mmm..."

While moaning, Dou Dou unzipped my pants and grasped my erect penis, stroking it. Her eyes were filled with desire. I picked her up and carried her to the sofa, gently placing her on it. I stripped myself naked before pouncing on the half-naked Dou Dou, caressing and playing with her for a while. Then I removed her skirt and panties, and for the first time, Dou Dou's mature and alluring body was presented naked to another man in front of her husband. She struggled, panting, her large breasts trembling alluringly. She covered her breasts and genitals with her hands, crying, "Oh...no...no...don't...here..."

I deliberately ignored her, determined to rape Zhiwei's wife in front of him. Dou Dou was now filled with lust, trembling all over, struggling and moaning seductively. Her wanton cries were incredibly alluring. I pulled Dou Dou's hands away, revealing her flawless white body naked before my eyes. Her figure was perfectly proportioned and beautiful, her skin smooth and delicate. Her abdomen was flat, her buttocks smooth, round, and large, and her legs were long and slender. Her pubic hair was thick and black, completely covering her alluring vulva. The barely visible slit was glistening with wetness, and her pink labia opened and closed, just as tempting as her sexy little mouth. I parted her snow-white legs, first kissing her vulva, then licking her labia majora and minora with my tongue, and gently biting her clitoris with my teeth. "Ah...ah...you're making me...I feel so uncomfortable...you're so...bad..."

Zhiwei's wife was experiencing waves of pleasure from my licking. Her big buttocks kept twisting and thrusting upwards, swaying from side to side, her hands tightly holding my head, letting out soft, panting breaths. "Ugh... I can't take it... anymore... Oh... you're licking... so good... I... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..."

I sucked and licked her wet vulva hard, and Dou Dou's vulva was already gushing out hot, lustful fluid like a stream. Her whole body trembled, and she bent her legs, raising her big buttocks even higher, making her vulva even more prominent, allowing me to lick her lustful fluid more thoroughly. Dou Dou was already aroused by my licking. "Brother...you...are so...good at licking...it's...unbearable..."

I grabbed my penis and rubbed the head against her vulva, making Dou Dou cry out shyly, "Good man...stop rubbing...it's so itchy...hurry...hurry...I want..."

Seeing her wanton appearance, I couldn't help but tease her, "What do you want? Tell me!"

"Hmm...you...are so...bad..." "

If you don't want to tell me, then I'm done."

I pretended to get up. "No! I hate it...okay!...I want...you...to...put it...in..."

After Dou Dou finished speaking, her cheeks turned as red as ever. "Make it clear, what will you use to put it in?"

"Hmm...your...big...penis..." Dou Dou

said as she grabbed my penis and shoved it into her vulva. Dou Dou, who had never cheated on anyone before, was now in a state of excitement, not even caring that her husband was sleeping on the opposite sofa. She desperately needed a big penis to give her a hard thrusting session to release the burning desire in her heart. Without hesitation, I thrust my penis into her vagina, making a "whoosh" sound as it went all the way in. My large glans pressed against the depths of Dou Dou's clitoris, feeling the warmth and tightness of her vagina. The tender flesh inside gripped my penis tightly, which felt incredibly comfortable. I thought that Dou Dou had never tasted another man's penis besides her husband's. Today, on her first tryst, she encountered my thick, long, and enormous penis. How could she possibly handle it? But I never expected to get to taste this swan meat today, and that her vagina would be so tight. Seeing her seductive, wanton, and desperately thirsty expression just now, it aroused my lust, causing me to thrust all the way in. Dou Dou panted heavily, looking at me and saying, "You're so heartless. Yours is so big... don't you care if I can take it or not..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know yours was so tight. Please forgive me. Dou Dou, can I pull out first?"

I asked her considerately. "No...don't pull it out..."

Dou Dou was feeling my big cock filling her pussy, it was so full and tingling. She quickly wrapped her arms tightly around my back, raised her legs and hooked her feet around my waist, afraid that I would really pull my cock out. Her husband often came home drunk, leaving her alone in her room every night, unable to sleep. No wonder she couldn't stand being teased by me. At this moment, how could I not let her forget herself and pursue the pleasure of sex? "Dou Dou...call...call me your dear husband!"

"No...don't...it's so embarrassing...I have a husband...I...I can't say it..."

"Call me...call me your dear husband in front of your husband...call me now."

"You...you're so bad...dear...dear husband..."

Dou Dou closed her alluring eyes in embarrassment, she was so lewd. "Oh...so good...darling...dear husband...my little pussy feels so good being fucked by your big cock! Darling...dear husband...fuck faster..."

Dou Dou, her body undulating with the rhythm of the cock thrusting into her pussy, twisted her big ass and thrust upwards repeatedly, passionately and obscenely moaning, "Oh...Zhang...Big...Brother...your big glans is touching my clitoris! Oh...so good...I'm going to cum...oh...so good..."

A gush of hot, wet juice shot out, and I felt my glans being scalded by the juice, feeling incredibly good. This stimulated my primal instincts, and I stopped being gentle and started thrusting hard, grinding her clitoris. Dou Dou's body seemed to be running a fever, and she hugged me tightly. All I could hear was the incessant "plop! plop!"

sound of the juice as my cock was pulled out and inserted. My huge cock inside her brought her endless pleasure, so good it almost drove her crazy. She clung to me tightly, her big ass twisting and shaking violently, and she kept letting out seductive moans: "Oh...oh...God...it feels so good...Brother Zhang...ah...fuck me to death...hum...hum...I'm going to be fucked to death by you...I can't take it anymore...ouch...I'm going to...I'm going to cum again..."

Dou Dou couldn't withstand my vigorous thrusting, her whole body trembled, her tender pussy spasmed, constantly sucking on my big glans. Suddenly, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out again, drenching me with boundless pleasure. I deeply felt that my big cock inside Dou Dou's pussy was as wonderful as a sausage sandwiched in a sandwich. Dou Dou, who had climaxed again and again, lay limp on the sofa. Just as I was fucking her with unparalleled pleasure, I saw Dou Dou suddenly stop moving, which I couldn't bear. So I lifted her two beautiful legs with both hands and placed them on my shoulders, then put a pillow under her big ass, making Dou Dou's pussy stick out even higher. I gripped my large penis, aimed it at Dou Dou's pussy, and thrust it in forcefully, the relentless thrusting making her body tremble. I occasionally swayed my hips, rubbing the head of my penis deep inside her. Dou Dou had never experienced such a thick, long, and powerful penis, such exquisite technique. With each thrust, Dou Dou's face flushed with pleasure, her hair flying wildly, her body trembling as she cried out in a wanton, lewd voice, "Oh...oh...I can't take it...you're going to...fuck me to death...ah...I can't take it...my pussy is going to be...fucked to pieces! Dear husband...please...please me...please me..." Dou

Dou's wantonness made me thrust even harder, as if I wouldn't be satisfied until I pierced through that alluring pussy. She was being fucked to the point of ecstasy, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, her whole body in blissful pleasure, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids soaking the sofa. "Oh...good husband...you're so good at fucking, I'll let you fuck me...fuck me to death...ouch..."

"Dou Dou...you...you have to hold on a little longer...I'm about to cum..."

Dou Dou knew I was about to climax, so she used her remaining strength to thrust her big ass upwards, twisting to meet my final thrusts, and using her vaginal muscles to suck and release my big cock. "Sweetheart...my dear husband...it's killing me...I'm about to cum again..."

"Ah...Dou Dou...I...I'm about to cum too...ah...ah..."

Dou Dou convulsed, tightly hugging my waist and back, and her hot, wet juices gushed out again. Feeling the tingling sensation on my glans, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, shooting my semen deep into Dou Dou's pussy. She cried out as she was shot with the hot semen: "Ouch...dear husband...dear brother...it feels so good..."

We reached climax at the same time, hugging each other tightly, enjoying the afterglow of our passion. A moment later, I glanced at my watch and it was past 1 a.m. Looking at Zhiwei, he really was a good sleeper; his wife was screaming from being fucked by me, and he… In the days that followed, Dou Dou and I often went on dates, leaving traces of our lust in various places. Of course, her home was no exception, from the living room, kitchen, bedroom, dining room, bathroom, etc. Chapter 1: The Fallen Wife, Yu

Rou. Yu Rou and I met at work. We both worked at a photography and makeup school. She was pure and delicate, with a shapely figure, while I was a typical pale-faced scholar. Therefore, the photography teachers often had us model for the students, posing for them. Over time, Yu Rou went from being a colleague to my wife.

After we got married, because we didn't have much money, we had to rent a place.

“I heard there's a private property near Hepingyuan where the owner has built many affordable houses for rent. It's safe, clean, and not far from the company. Why don't we go check it out?”

I said, looking at my wife still lazing in bed in the dormitory.

My wife glanced at me and said coquettishly, "It's so rare to get a rest, can't you sleep a little longer?"

I lowered my head and kissed her forehead. Through the neckline of her nightgown, I could see her breasts trembling. I chuckled and said, "You know what? Men are especially energetic in the morning. You're tempting me with such alluring charm, aren't you afraid I'll devour you?"

My wife suddenly threw off the covers, her face flushed, and said, "Come on, I really hope you're a big pervert, but I'm afraid your—tool won't work."

My wife's body was faintly visible under the thin nightgown, her smooth calves, warm ankles, and slender feet enough to make anyone feel a strong sense of guilt.

Her breasts were E-cup, possessing a captivating allure. Because she usually took great care of her figure, even lying on her back, her breasts remained firm and perky. Combined with her beautiful face, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

My wife's words filled me with sorrow. As a man, my penis was pitifully small, and making love with her burdened me greatly. Each time, I finished quickly. Since our marriage, I could sense that my wife had never been satisfied.

Every time, seeing her disappointed expression and her burning desire, I felt deep pain…

Suddenly, my wife's hand touched my cheek, gazing at me tenderly, and said affectionately, "Husband, I'm sorry! I misspoke."

Her words made me even more heartbroken and overwhelmed. I wanted to throw her onto the bed, violently tear her clothes, and ravage her like a madman, to satisfy her. Didn't she want it? I would give it to her, rape her…

But could I do it? In the end, I didn't.

My wife had already started getting dressed, her back to me, her pajamas pulled aside. Her skin was bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun, but to me, her perfect body seemed more like a statue of Venus, desirable yet unattainable.

I quietly slipped away.

Riding our electric scooter, my wife and I arrived at Heping Garden.

The landlord was an old man, probably in his sixties, but in good spirits. Looking at us, the young couple, he kept praising us. He called us a golden couple, refined and elegant…

My wife seemed to enjoy being praised. She smiled broadly, extending an arm to gently support the old man, as if afraid he might fall.

Walking behind, I noticed the old man's eyes constantly darting towards my wife's chest, his elbow almost brushing against her breasts, and him making muffled, feigned-old-age sounds.

My wife was wearing a white floral blouse, a light pink pleated skirt, and shiny silver high-heeled sandals. This made her figure appear even more slender, and the old man's penis barely reached her chest. But this gave the old man a feast for the eyes.

My wife's white blouse was very thin, and her lace bra was clearly visible underneath. Actually, many people wear similar outfits on the street, but how many strangers would dare to look so closely? The old man's gaze was almost unobstructed, seeing my wife's deep cleavage, the side of her bra, and the flesh of her breasts near her armpit.

My wife and the landlord chatted and laughed in front, while I fumed in the back. Didn't my innocent wife notice the lecherous old man's inappropriate behavior? After a while, I felt a little better. My wife was still my wife; it wouldn't hurt her to be seen by the old man. When we rented the place later, the old man would have to give her some face, maybe—he'd ask for a lower rent, since he was so "sexually interested" in my wife.

Once I relaxed mentally, I felt much lighter. When I looked at them again, I didn't feel disgusted anymore. Instead, a sense of excitement slowly rose within me. It was as if I actually enjoyed seeing my wife like this. I was quite surprised by my own thoughts at that moment.

After passing two rows of messy rental houses, I learned that the old man's name was Zhao Fu. He owned over 120 houses and shops, which he usually left to his son. Today, seeing that my wife and I seemed to have taken a liking to each other, he came out to personally show us the properties.

My wife was naturally very grateful, and I seized the opportunity to flatter him. I said somewhat awkwardly, "Uncle Fu, we just got married and don't have much savings. You see, that house is empty; you could rent it to us."

Hearing this, my wife looked at me with surprise. Although we were a bit tight on money, we couldn't just live anywhere.

Old Fu, the cunning old man, gave me a mysterious smile and said loudly, "How can that be! When you're here with me, don't be shy. There's no rent, you can pay it off. But the accommodation must be the best."

I was overjoyed, and my wife shook Fu's hand, thanking him repeatedly. Her breasts swayed with her movements, and my eyes widened. Looking at Fu, I saw he was practically drooling.

Fu led us into a small courtyard at the very back. It was different from the hustle and bustle outside. The flowerbeds were in full bloom, two large willow trees were lush and verdant, and the house was exceptionally beautiful, instantly bringing joy to the heart.

Suddenly, my wife said, "Uncle Fu, this place is so nice. Do you live here?"

Fu extended his right hand, gently patted my wife's hand, and said with a smile, "Not just me, you live here too."

I was immediately surprised and looked at my wife, who was also looking at me with surprise.

I smiled faintly, "Uncle Fu, this house—it must be very expensive, right? We're just working-class people, I'm afraid..."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Before I could finish, Uncle Fu interrupted me, seemingly a little angry, "What money? This old man has dealt with money his whole life, I'm tired of hearing about these things now."

I chuckled inwardly. If you think you have too much money, why don't you give some away?

Looking up at my wife, I saw a look of adoration in her eyes, fixed on Uncle Fu. A chill ran down my spine. Could it be? My wife actually believed this old man's nonsense, and even started to admire him?

Uncle Fu pointed out the house we wanted to stay in—a small one-bedroom apartment with a study, conveniently located next to Uncle Fu's large house. My wife and I were very satisfied with the house and asked Uncle Fu about the rent. But Uncle Fu firmly refused, saying it was fate and we should stay there first.

My wife is a makeup designer at a company, only teaching two classes a week, which means she only works two days a week, giving her plenty of time to work as a part-time model. As for me, I work a full five days a week before I get a day off.

The next morning, my wife had class, so the task of decorating our new house fell to me alone.

I hired a car, loaded it with bags and items, and drove to our new home.

With my wife gone, Uncle Fu's usual frail and decrepit demeanor vanished. He circled our furniture a few times, offered no help, and then disappeared.

At the company, I'm responsible for creating spreadsheets and reports, so I rely heavily on a computer. Our only computer was bought for me by my wife through her frugal savings. The

first thing I did was move the computer to the study and set it down properly.

Decorating is really hard work, especially when I'm doing it all by myself. Although the furniture is all lightweight, arranging it was quite a hassle.

I suddenly remembered that I had collected some old security cameras that the company had discarded a while ago. After some modifications, they were basically all usable. Now, if I filmed the embarrassing mess I made of decorating the house, I could definitely show off to my wife.

Thinking it over, I got to work. The cameras were the company's security department's, not only cleverly made but also inherently concealed. I opened the box and counted—there were six or seven of them.

It wasn't too much trouble; I installed small cameras in the living room, bedroom, study, and even the yard.

I imagined my wife would feel sorry for me seeing me sweating profusely.

After installation, I checked the computer—everything was okay. The next day, my wife was off work, but I had to go to work. I gently kissed my wife, who was sleeping soundly, and rode my electric scooter away from home.

After work, I ran into Uncle Fu in the yard. The old man grinned at me strangely. I was puzzled and smiled back.

My wife had prepared a sumptuous dinner. She looked radiant today, her face flushed. I felt almost overwhelmed by her pampering, but she barely ate anything herself before disappearing into the kitchen.

I was secretly puzzled. Even if I had decorated the entire house by myself, she wouldn't have been so hesitant.

Women's hearts are truly unfathomable.

After dinner, I went to my study to finish a report, while my wife remained hidden in the kitchen.

I suddenly remembered yesterday's video recording. I decided to watch it myself first and then show it to my wife later.

I turned on the computer and set the recording to the time when I was decorating the house yesterday. Immediately, the screen showed me busily working. Every now and then, I made some funny faces at the camera, which even amused me.

After watching for a while, I wondered what my wife had been doing at home today. And she was acting so strangely—I couldn't suppress my curiosity and set the recording to the time after I left in the morning.

The screen was initially quiet, with only the occasional movement of my wife's sleeping body in bed.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the yard, and the door to Uncle Fu's room opened abruptly. The old man glanced furtively in our direction before slowly creeping over. He probably knew I was gone, and he peeked into our room through the gap in the curtains.

Oh no, from that angle, he could see right into the bedroom. Uncle Fu was spying! I was furious, cursing the old man for his insolence.

What was my wife doing? I switched on the cameras to the bedroom and the yard. My wife had just rolled over, the blanket already at her feet, and she was only wearing a thin nightgown. From Uncle Fu's angle, he could only see his wife's back.

Uncle Fu stood on tiptoe, like a monkey about to leap, straining to see what was happening.

Just then, my wife rolled over again, suddenly facing Uncle Fu directly.

My wife's nightgown was very loose, with the hem only about ten centimeters above her knees. She likes to toss and turn in her sleep, and now the nightgown was almost down to her hips, revealing glimpses of her white lace panties. And the neckline was even worse!

My wife's breasts are E-cup, and now, without the bra's restraint, half of her breasts were exposed, even the faint areolas were clearly visible.

For some reason, although I often saw my wife naked, it never felt as stimulating as it did now; a thrill slowly rose within me. Even Uncle Fu, who had been secretly watching, didn't seem hateful anymore; instead, he hoped Uncle Fu would watch longer and become bolder. Afterwards

, my wife would occasionally turn over, but glimpses of her exposed skin would always appear intermittently. This made Uncle Fu feel like a big monkey, looking up and down in the yard, scratching his head and ears.

It wasn't until my wife woke up that Uncle Fu, afraid she would discover him, pretended to go back to his room.

Around ten o'clock, Uncle Fu locked the gate to the courtyard from the outside, then brought out two reclining chairs from his house. He said to his wife, who was tidying up, "Xiao Rou, are you tired? Come and rest for a while."

His wife was wearing a flowing casual outfit, but with flat slippers on her feet. Her toenails were painted pink, making her look quite beautiful.

His wife walked to the reclining chairs and plopped down, her breasts jiggle. Uncle Fu then noticed that his wife wasn't wearing a bra. Two nipples were faintly visible through her clothes.

His wife smiled and said to Uncle Fu, "Thank you, Uncle Fu."

"You're welcome! I have some good stimulants in my house, I'll get you some!"

Uncle Fu said, turning and going back inside to bring out a cup of pale yellow liquid.

"What is it?"

his wife asked sweetly.

"It's all in foreign languages, I don't know either. My son bought it from Japan, it makes me feel quite comfortable."

Uncle Fu's eyes seemed to light up, and his hand holding the cup trembled slightly!

Seeing this, I suddenly remembered the strange smile Uncle Fu had given me earlier. Could it be that he wanted to drug and rape my wife?! My heart pounded.

At that moment, my wife had already raised her glass and drank it down without hesitation.

"Hmm... Feels good! I feel so lazy all of a sudden."

"Really? Hehe... Perfect for relieving your fatigue."

The two of them leaned back in the recliner, my wife's eyes slightly closed, while Uncle Fu stared intently at her with a pair of frightening eyes.

My wife's face suddenly flushed. She opened her eyes and looked at Uncle Fu, who was staring at her, but seemed not to notice the strangeness in his eyes.

"I feel so hot... Uncle Fu, is... is this thing causing this?"

My wife's voice was very soft.

"Hmm..."

Uncle Fu swallowed, but didn't speak.

"Uh... oh..."

My wife suddenly groaned, and then, as if suddenly awakened, said to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, I... I want to go back to the room."

Uncle Fu didn't respond, and my wife stood up.

But then, her legs suddenly trembled, and she sat back down in the recliner.

This is clearly a strong aphrodisiac! Uncle Fu—he actually tried to drug and rape my wife!

I was shocked and angry, but more than anything, I wanted to know what Uncle Fu had done.

"Mmm... Uncle Fu, what is it... I feel so uncomfortable!"

"Hehe... Where do you feel uncomfortable, Xiao Rou?"

Uncle Fu's voice was full of lewdness.

As he spoke, he moved closer to the recliner where my wife was leaning back, his eyes fixed on her, whose gaze was unfocused and whose brows were slightly furrowed.

My wife saw him approaching and was about to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but moan.

"Mmm... Oh..." But she immediately realized her mistake and quickly bit her lower lip with a "Mmm," but at this moment, my wife looked even more shy.

She lay there, both of her slippers on the ground, her small feet dangling halfway. The back of her sweatshirt had been rubbed up, and her delicate, smooth waist was pressed against the cool recliner. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she was biting her lip tightly, her desperate attempt to endure the pain was truly alluring.

Uncle Fu knelt down in front of his wife, holding her small feet in his hands. His wife tried to pull away, but she had no strength.

Uncle Fu's fingers teased the soles of her feet, and her toes pressed tightly together. This tingling sensation seemed to reach her very bones, and her pent-up desire began to stir.

"No... Uncle Fu..." his wife pleaded, tears welling in her eyes, but her body reacted beyond her control.

"Ugh... no... what?"

Uncle Fu asked, his mouth still on his wife's toes, his voice muffled.

"No... my... feet..." "Baby Xiaorou... don't say feet, say little feet..." "Ah... no... can't..." "Won't say it? Ugh—ugh—ugh—"

Seeing that his wife wouldn't do as he said, Uncle Fu immediately opened his mouth wide and began to suck wildly on his wife's small feet.

"Mmm... Ugh..." His wife let out a series of suppressed moans.

"Okay... Uncle Fu... Mmm... No... Don't suck... Little feet..." Her body trembled on the recliner, the unbearable tingling finally making her give in.

"Okay, I won't suck your little feet."

After speaking, Uncle Fu released his wife's small feet. Then, he lifted her legs and placed them on the armrests of the recliner.

Now, with her legs wide open and her upper body languidly leaning back, she lay sprawled in front of Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu's hands slipped inside the front of his wife's sweatshirt; without a bra, his hands reached unimpeded onto her large breasts.

His wife let out a loud groan, her buttocks lifting off the chair and arching upwards. With both legs on the armrests, this arch caused her vulva to collide with Uncle Fu's head.

Uncle Fu, quick-witted and sharp-tongued, grabbed the crotch of his wife's sweatpants with his mouth. His wife couldn't move, nor could she let go; her plump buttocks were thus suspended.

Uncle Fu pulled his head back, pulling down her loose sweatpants a bit. His wife's slender waist and white lace panties were exposed.

Her face was like a ripe peach, tears welling in her eyes; her shy appearance was utterly pitiful.

Uncle Fu released his grip and, with both hands, pulled his wife's sweatshirt down her head. His wife let out a soft moan as the sweatshirt was removed from her body. Her upper body was completely naked, and Uncle Fu's eyes gleamed with a beastly light. The sounds of commotion outside occasionally drifted into the courtyard, while inside, the atmosphere of debauchery grew increasingly intense.

Uncle Fu pounced on her, grabbing her breasts and kneading them forcefully. His tongue teased her nipples, and after only a few strokes, tiny goosebumps appeared on her areolas, and her nipples seemed ready to overflow with milk.

His wife's eyes were tightly closed, her hands hanging limply at her sides, but her brows seemed to betray a suppressed, intense pleasure.

Her teeth parted her lips, and a few tears clung to her flushed cheeks, but she could no longer resist and let out a soft moan.

"No...no...don't touch my...breasts..." "If not breasts, how about my little pussy?"

Uncle Fu's voice was heavy with panting.

"Hmm...no...no...uh..." Uncle Fu suddenly covered his wife's still moaning mouth with his own, his lips rubbing hard against her delicate red lips. Her tightly clenched teeth were no match for his tongue.

"Ah...uh..." The passionate kiss caused his wife to let out suppressed moans.

Uncle Fu's tongue moved in and out, teasing his wife's tender tongue. The pent-up desire within her began to be released, and her tongue finally intertwined with Uncle Fu's.

They kissed wildly, Uncle Fu transferring his saliva to his wife's tongue, teasing her to let her tongue collect the saliva from his.

Their tongues met, one being six... A middle-aged man in his teens and his beautiful newlywed wife, facing the blue sky, white clouds, giant trees, and small flowers, listening to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, were enjoying the ultimate pleasure of their clandestine affair. The atmosphere was irresistible. Their tongues licked and teased each other, saliva dripping between them.

Suddenly, the wife burst into laughter, her tear-streaked face as if bathed in the warm sunshine of March, instantly radiating a spring-like warmth.

Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Little Rou is so seductive!"

The wife's face flushed crimson, and she gave Uncle Fu a reproachful look. Suddenly, she raised her hands and gently punched Uncle Fu's chest.

"So Little Rou can move all the time... Does she like being teased by Uncle Fu?"

"You're so annoying!" "

His wife, blushing shyly, suddenly straightened up and embraced Uncle Fu.

Her breasts rubbed against his chest, and Uncle Fu was overwhelmed with excitement.

He raised his left hand and lifted his wife's chin. Her eyes were watery, looking at him with a mixture of sadness and reproach.

Uncle Fu licked his wife's lips and said, 'Baby, open your mouth!'

His wife obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her little tongue. Uncle Fu suddenly spit a mouthful of saliva onto his wife's tongue and said urgently, 'Quickly, swallow it!'" "

Although his wife felt it was unhygienic, she didn't resist Uncle Fu's advances and obediently swallowed her saliva. Uncle Fu chuckled, seemingly quite satisfied, and rubbed his wife's breasts even more vigorously. He lifted his wife from the recliner, then leaned back himself, letting his wife lean against him.

His wife's sweatpants, which were already half-undone, were now pulled down by Uncle Fu. She curled up in his arms like a soft little lamb, letting him do as he pleased.

Uncle Fu kneaded his wife's breasts with one hand, while the other hand caressed her labia through her lace panties.

"Baby, you're so wet down there! Look—your panties are soaking through your pubic hair."

"Mmm...you're so naughty, who told you to...mmm...uh...teasing...me..." his wife moaned, resisting Uncle Fu's teasing.

"Really? Does your husband tease you like this too?" "Ugh... Don't mention my husband to me... I'm so sorry... to him..." "Ugh, Xiaorou is sad. Uncle Fu will soothe your wounded heart."

After saying that, instead of comforting her heart, his hands began to knead her breasts even more wantonly. His wife's breasts were covered in red finger marks from his ravaging.

Under Uncle Fu's teasing, his wife's lust intensified. Her body writhed in his arms, her buttocks swaying as she pressed her vulva against his hands.

"Does Xiaorou want it?"

"Mmm... Yes... Xiaorou... wants it!"

"Want what?" "

Ugh... Don't tease me... I'm so sad..." "Xiaorou is just sad. I thought you wanted something else!"

Uncle Fu continued to ravage his wife more wantonly.

"Uncle Fu... Mmm... Please... Give it to me..." His wife's voice trembled, her head tilted back against the armrest of the recliner. Her face was even redder from the blood rushing to her head.

“Little darling, how can I give it to you if you don’t tell me what you want?”

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…” The wife sobbed, her voice trembling, “I want… your… that…” “What? I didn’t hear you! You need to be clear… what do you mean by ‘this’ and ‘that’?”

“Ah… I want your… big cock… ugh… ugh…” The wife finally blurted out, unable to contain her lust, but then burst into tears.

Uncle Fu picked up his wife and laid her face down on the recliner. Her arms gripped the back of the recliner tightly, and then he pulled down her panties from her buttocks.

“Ah, your pussy is already soaking wet!”

Uncle Fu dipped a finger into his wife’s vagina and pulled it out; it was covered in her vaginal fluid.

Uncle Fu brought his finger close to his wife's lips, seemingly giving a command: "Come on, you little slut, lick your juices clean. If you don't, I won't fuck you!"

His wife twisted her plump, white buttocks, sticking out her tongue to lick the semen off Uncle Fu's finger. Afraid it wasn't clean enough, she put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it carefully afterward.

Uncle Fu pulled down his pants; he wasn't wearing underwear, and a thick, long penis sprang out.

His wife turned around and saw Uncle Fu's penis, feeling both delighted and afraid. Delighted because it was several times larger than her husband's; afraid because what if it stretched her vagina to burst?

His wife's buttocks were white and tender, without a single trace of excess flesh. A light ring of pubic hair grew around her anus, and her small anus contracted and relaxed, looking extremely delicate.

Uncle Fu spread his wife's legs wide, looking at her vulva from behind. Her labia were slightly parted, glistening with vaginal fluid. He slowly pried open her vulva with his hands, strands of vaginal fluid clinging to the vaginal opening, the tender flesh inside radiating a pale pink hue. Inside, several small buds clustered together like stars around the moon, the tips of which were streaked with thin, white fluid. Uncle Fu placed his penis at the vaginal opening, the large, purplish-red glans gently rubbing against his wife's labia. His wife eagerly awaited his penetration. Uncle Fu pulled his hips back and thrust hard, his large penis finally plunging into his wife's wetness without mercy.

"Ugh..." His wife gasped, the lubricated vagina accommodating the thick penis, but the feeling of fullness was initially overwhelming.

Uncle Fu pulled his penis out, splashing a few drops of his wife's vaginal fluid onto her thighs, pulling out her tender red labia. Their thick pubic hair intertwined, quickly becoming sticky with her juices.

"Mmm... Uncle Fu... You're so... amazing... My pussy feels... like it's going to burst!" "Hehe... Did your big cock reach your uterus?"

"Hmm... I don't... know! But... it feels so good... Mmm... Uncle Fu... I've never... seen your... such a big... big cock before!" "Really? Bigger than your husband's?"

"Mmm...it's so small...so small..." The wife's wanton voice echoed in the courtyard. A few strands of hair were scattered across her face, and her large breasts swayed back and forth, their tender pink nipples like tempting cherries.

Uncle Fu spread her large buttocks and suddenly slapped her buttocks hard. A red finger mark immediately appeared on her buttocks.

The wife screamed in pain, her body jerking forward, but Uncle Fu immediately pulled her back by her buttocks, his large penis thrusting even more forcefully into her honeyed hole. Lustful fluids flowed down their thighs... Her legs were soaked with fluid on the recliner, and the pubic hair around her vulva was a mess of sticky semen. His wife had never experienced such intense intercourse before; her tender labia were even a little swollen and red.

Uncle Fu reached down and touched his wife's vulva again, pinching her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger. He pinched so hard that his wife screamed in pain again. But after the pain, an even stronger pleasure kept surging through her.

Uncle Fu's fingers twirled his wife's wet pubic hair, and with a sudden force, he pulled several

hairs from her labia. Caught off guard, his wife screamed even louder in pain. "Ah ... "

Ah

...

"

Uncle Fu slowly pressed his fingers against his wife's anus and said, "Come on, little slut, relax your anus. As soon as my finger goes in, you should inhale and tighten your anus!" "

My wife followed Uncle Fu's instructions, but she misunderstood them. Coupled with the pleasure the penis brought to her vagina, she was almost completely out of control.

'Pfft!' Because she relaxed her anus too much, she actually farted! Uncle Fu told her to relax her sphincter, but she strained her anus, so she couldn't fart!

Uncle Fu angrily slapped her buttocks several times. My wife was both ashamed and anxious, her eyes filled with tears.

'Uncle Fu... ah... ah... um... um... don't... hit me... it's my... bad... Xiao Rou... now I'll... relax... your anus... you... insert it... um... um... um... um...' After my wife finished speaking, the folds around her anus slowly relaxed, and Uncle Fu's finger, lubricated with saliva, began to slowly insert. My wife suddenly tightened her anus, and Uncle Fu's entire finger disappeared into her anus."

"Mmm~~~" his wife moaned softly.

"How is it? How does it feel?"

"Mmm~~ inside~~ so full~~ like~~ like 'that'."

"What's that? Is it poop? Don't poop it out!"

Along with the thrusting of his penis, Uncle Fu's fingers began to slide in and out of her anus.

"Mmm~~ oh~~ oh oh~~ mmm~~ Uncle Fu~~ my anus~~ it hurts so much~~ it's going to come out~ ah~~ ah~~" "Don't be afraid! That's a finger!" "

Uncle Fu's fingers moved faster and faster, while his large penis thrust even more forcefully into her vagina.

His wife's moans were tinged with tears; the double stimulation almost made her lose control. She was enveloped in pleasure, so weak she had no strength left. Her arms slumped limply against the back of the chair.

Uncle Fu suddenly and slowly withdrew his fingers from his wife's anus, his fingers sticky with yellow fluid.

He also pulled out his penis. His wife, now free from stimulation, was somewhat panicked. The pent-up lust within her had erupted like a flood, and with the aphrodisiac's influence, she was now overwhelmed with lust, forgetting all shame.

Uncle Fu picked his wife up and turned her over. His large penis was still coated with the lustful fluid from her vagina. He cradled her legs in his arms, lifting her buttocks off the chair.

"Come on, you little slut, use your hand to put my big cock into your cunt!"

"Mmm... Uncle Fu... you're so naughty... you want to... tease... me!" "

Okay, if you don't insert it, Uncle Fu's big cock won't fuck you!"

Saying this, Uncle Fu pretended to put his wife's legs down.

"Ah ... The wife

, trembling, reached out and grasped Uncle Fu's large penis. Uncle Fu deliberately moved the penis in her hand a few times, startling her so much that she almost dropped it.

Holding the penis, the wife slowly moved it closer to her vagina. She freed one hand, spread her vulva, and tried to put it on the penis.

Before she could get it on properly, Uncle Fu thrust his penis in, and with a "whoosh," it was deeply inside her. The penis throbbed against her tender vulva with a "plop, plop," and her juices flowed out again.

Uncle Fu grabbed his wife's hand and made her spread her labia herself. Her clitoris was fully exposed, and the scene of his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina was laid bare before her eyes.

His wife cried out in pleasure, "Ah ... He panted, "Okay! Daddy's good girl~~ Daddy~~ Feed your cunt~~ Feed it~~ until it's full~~ Let your cunt~~ want Daddy~~ Daddy's big cock~~" "Oh~~ Oh~~ Daddy~~ You~~ big cock~~ so powerful~~ Ah~~ Daughter's~~ cunt~~ is yours~~ You thrust hard~~~ Thrust it to pieces~~ Daughter~~ loves Daddy~~~ loves Daddy's~~ big cock~~~ big cock fucks daughter to death~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Ah~~ Daughter is going~~ flying~~ Ah~~ Uh~~ Uh~~ Uh~~ Daughter~~ came~~" The wife's moans were tinged with sobs, her whole body consumed by lustful desire. Her body suddenly convulsed, her cunt gripping Uncle Fu's big cock even tighter.

Uncle Fu was also moaning "Oh~ Oh~~" as his large glans was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet surge within his wife's convulsing vagina.

Gritting his teeth, he thrust wildly a dozen more times, finally ejaculating deep into his wife's uterus amidst cries of "Oh~ Oh~~".

After intercourse, his wife slumped in the chair, her vaginal fluids mingling with semen, flowing continuously from her vagina. She glanced at Uncle Fu with a seductive look and lazily said, "I'm going to have a baby for you." Uncle Fu

chuckled and said, "Daughter gives birth to son for dad, and son will fuck mom when he grows up!"

"Mmm~~ Uncle Fu, you're so mean~~ You even said something disgusting."

"Hehe~~ Who was it just now~~ Ah~~ calling me daddy! Now this little slut can't take it anymore."

"Mmm~~ Uncle Fu is so bad~~ Bad daddy~~" His wife's voice was as soft as a cricket's chirp, her face flushed with shyness.

"Haha~~ Come on, Daddy's good daughter, lick Daddy's big cock clean."

Uncle Fu pulled his cock out of his wife's pussy and stretched it towards her little mouth.

His cock was sticky, covered in the semen and vaginal fluid from their indulgence. His wife had never given him oral sex before, but now, she slightly stuck out her soft little tongue and began licking Uncle Fu's thick, long penis.

"Oh~~ Oh~~~" A comfortable moan came from Uncle Fu's mouth.

(69th sharing) My wife,

Wang Gangyong, is my good friend from high school. He currently works in a government agency in Keelung. On Friday night, Wang Gangyong called me to say he was going to Kaohsiung on a business trip on Saturday and would like to come to my house to catch up. Of course, I said I was very happy to welcome him. When I told my wife, whom I had been married to for less than a year, that Wang Gangyong was coming to Kaohsiung on a business trip, she asked if he would be sleeping at our house that night. I said he probably would. On

Saturday, the day he arrived, my wife happened to be visiting her parents in Hualien. Wang Gangyong stayed at my house for a day. That evening, Wang Gangyong and I watched TV and chatted. Before we knew it, the conversation turned to women. He asked if my wife ever had an affair while she was at work. I said she hadn't slept with anyone, but male colleagues at work had stolen kisses and groped her, because my wife never hid anything from me.

I said, "Little Wang, you're twenty-seven now, it's about time you settled down!"

Wang Gangyong said, "Soon, I'm marrying Ms. Yang, whom I've known for a year, at the beginning of next month."

I asked, "You're getting married because she's pregnant?"

Wang Gangyong said, "No way! We're very proper. We've only hugged and held hands, we haven't even gone all the way yet!"

I said, "Then you should learn the secrets to a happy marriage. Let me put on some movies for you to watch!"

So I took out some of my treasured adult films and put them on the DVD player. While watching, Wang Gangyong suddenly said to me, "I envy you so much, having such a beautiful..." "Wife, you have a fantastic figure, you're so lucky."

I said half-jokingly, "Have you been watching too many porn movies and getting all worked up?"

Wang Gangyong said, "I've admired your wife for a long time."

I teased, "Really? If my wife were willing to sleep with you, I wouldn't object, it just depends on whether you dare to make a move."

Wang Gangyong said, "If possible, after I get married, I'll let you share my wife."

I said, "Don't just daydream, watch some porn and learn something, you might find it useful on your wedding night."

The next day, my wife returned from Hualien, and the three of us went to Xiziwan for an afternoon. Wang Gangyong and his wife chatted and laughed, and his wife had a very good impression of him; they seemed like they had known each other for a long time. That night, Wang Gangyong and I drank and chatted, and it was already past ten o'clock. Later, my wife said, "You two can chat in bed, I'll sleep here." (Note: Your statement contains prohibited words.)

We didn't say anything.

My wife was the last to shower. By then, Wang Gangyong and I had been lying in bed chatting for a long time. Wang Gangyong and I were only wearing underwear, while my wife came in wearing a long-sleeved bra and trousers.

I smiled at my wife and said, "Come lie down for a while, let's chat."

She smiled and said, "No."

I said, "Come on in!"

She walked over to me and said, "Move closer to the middle, I'll lie on the edge of the bed."

She then lay down on the outer edge of the bed.

Before she could settle in, I suddenly grabbed her and rolled her to the middle. She cried out, "Ouch..."

and landed between Wang Gangyong and me. To my surprise, Wang Gangyong moved incredibly quickly. He immediately pulled my wife down, pinned her beneath him, and then mounted her. With a swift movement, he straddled her, his right leg sweeping over her like a tiger pouncing on a sheep. His lips were on hers, and to my astonishment, my wife opened her mouth to meet his kiss, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck for what seemed like an eternity. I muttered, "I won't go all the way tonight. Let you two have your fun."

I thought to myself, "Fuck you, you fucking bitch, what a pair of slutty dogs, hitting it off so easily. I'll see how this goes."

With that, I got off the bed and sat on a chair beside it, silently watching my wife as I took out my penis and began to masturbate.

After they had been kissing for a long time, Wang Gangyong's hands began to roam and caress my wife's body.

I went out for a drink of water, and when I came back, my wife was completely naked except for her panties. Wang Gangyong's left hand was inside her white, semi-transparent, lace-trimmed panties, rubbing her vulva. His hand was trembling, and I couldn't tell how many fingers were inside her.

A moment later, Wang Gangyong's left arm was around my wife's neck, his arm serving as a pillow, while his right hand kneaded her breasts. Their mouths were still locked in a kiss, their tongues sucking and swirling, making "plop...plop..."

sounds. It seemed my wife was being pinned down by Wang Gangyong and had swallowed a lot of his saliva.

Suddenly, my wife screamed, followed by a "pop..."

sound. Then they both laughed, and I laughed too. I guessed that Wang Gangyong had sucked my wife's tongue too hard, and she couldn't pull it back, hurting it.

Later, Wang Gangyong began to pull down his wife's panties with his right hand. I noticed that after the panties were pulled down to below her knees, his wife kicked them off her body with her right foot. Wang Gangyong's right hand continued to gently rub his wife's hairy vulva for a while. Then, he rolled over and straddled his wife. His wife obediently spread her legs, sticking out her vulva, waiting for Wang Gangyong's penis to enter her. However, Wang Gangyong moved his head down to kiss his wife's clitoris. His tongue stirred her vulva, making

intermittent, sticky, and lewd sounds.

The wife held Wang Gangyong's head in her hands, her buttocks thrusting upwards repeatedly, her legs clamping his head between them. Wang Gangyong licked his wife's left labia, then her right, and sucked on her clitoris. Finally, he used his tongue to circle and lick inside her vagina, his fingers moving up and down. His wife's pubic hair rubbed against his nose. He was using all the techniques he'd learned from watching porn on his wife—truly putting his learning to practical use.

Then, Wang Gangyong got up and positioned his large penis against his wife's vulva, rubbing it up and down, left and right several times. He then aimed his penis at her labia minora. His wife quickly used two fingers of her right hand to grasp his penis, rubbing it up and down a few times before positioning it against her own vulva. Wang Gangyong's buttocks slowly sank into his wife's vagina, sinking deep enough to stop moving. He then kissed his wife's lips, his penis likely enjoying the sensation inside her. After a while, his wife couldn't hold back any longer. Her buttocks began to gently sway up and down and side to side, her legs spreading and bending inward, arching against Wang Gangyong's buttocks as if urging him to thrust faster. Wang Gangyong then began to gently pump in and out. His wife kept her eyes closed, and Wang Gangyong kissed her lips as he penetrated her. My wife's body was pressed down by Wang Gangyong's body. Their mouths and genitals were already connected, intertwined and fused together. Wang Gangyong lay on top of my wife, his arms bent inwards to support his body, each hand caressing one breast, sometimes kissing, sometimes arching his back to kiss her breasts, sometimes kissing the right breast, sometimes the left. His buttocks gently rubbed against my wife's vulva, as if trying to merge his entire body into hers. My wife's buttocks also rose up from time to time with Wang Gangyong's penis thrusting. They made love for a long time, the only sounds being the creaking and

groaning of the bed and my wife's panting. Wang Gangyong thrust into my wife's vagina at varying speeds. After a period of vigorous thrusting, just before he was about to ejaculate, I could see his penis deeply inserted into my wife's vagina. He lay on top of my wife and didn't move. Once the urge to ejaculate passed, he began to slowly thrust into my wife's vagina again. My wife's vagina was being thoroughly churned by Wang Gangyong's penis, producing a lot of vaginal fluid.

The rhythmic, distinct sounds of the fluids gushing together were quite pleasant to me. I went behind the bed and watched their mating intently. When Wang Gangyong's penis entered my wife's vagina, it pulled most of her dark labia inside, along with a few pubic hairs. As he withdrew, the flesh was pulled out again, leaving a small, dark hole in her vagina. Wang Gangyong's penis was covered in the white fluid from their intercourse. Her vaginal fluid slowly dripped down the edge of the opening, reaching her anus where it began to drip; three drops of thick, concentrated fluid had already soaked the sheets. Wang Gangyong turned around and saw me masturbating. He asked me, "Want to take your turn?"

I said, "It's okay, don't worry about me, you and my wife enjoy yourselves."

I even made a "please" gesture. Actually, seeing my wife being taken advantage of was more enjoyable for me than for me taking advantage of her. How shameless!

Wang Gangyong then hugged his wife, turned her over so that she was on top of him. His wife pulled her legs up, squatting down, her buttocks moving up and down. Her vagina was wrapped around Wang Gangyong's penis, and each

up-and-down motion made a "plop..." sound. The rhythmic "plop...plop..."

sound of her moving up and down was very clear to me, even though it wasn't very loud. My wife would occasionally glance back at me, then blush and lower her head, seemingly embarrassed. Her breasts swayed in front of Wang Gangyong, who reached out and kneaded one breast with each hand. After a while, my wife seemed tired and lay motionless on top of him.

Wang Gangyong then flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and began thrusting into her forcefully. I found this live performance far more exciting and stimulating than watching porn, especially since my wife was the star. During sex with Wang Gangyong, my wife didn't make any loud moans or groans, only

panting softly, "Ouch...ouch..." and "Hmm...hmm...oh...oh...ouch...ouch..."

Perhaps she was being polite, because when I'm with my wife, she rarely

cries out "ouch...ouch..." During the vigorous thrusting, Wang Gangyong let out a deep moan: "Oh dear... Oh dear... Oh dear... Oh dear..."

His wife immediately said, "Don't ejaculate inside me."

So Wang Gangyong grabbed a pillowcase, spread it on his wife's stomach, and ejaculated onto the pillowcase.

As he rolled off, I immediately climbed on top of my wife. As soon as she saw me, she covered her face with her hands, as if she was ashamed to see me and had done something wrong. I pried my wife's hands apart and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, as long as you're happy. Let me have some fun first."

So I stood there with my penis erect, ready to fuck my wife's wet pussy that Wang Gangyong had just penetrated. I looked down and wow, my wife's pussy had been fucked by Wang Gangyong into a huge black hole. Her labia were thick and fleshy, turned outwards. Her pussy was red and wet, and it was contracting and relaxing. Her pubic hair was all wet. My wife's pussy was completely fucked open, and there was some white, foamy vaginal fluid that had flowed out after sex, giving off a very fishy smell. I couldn't wait to insert my entire penis into my wife's wet vagina. Her vagina was so slippery that the sounds of my thrusting were quite loud, "splat...splat..."

But the thrusting of my penis into her wet vagina didn't feel particularly special; I just felt the slippery, watery feeling of her vaginal opening, making it very easy to penetrate. Her vagina felt much looser, and I didn't feel any urge to ejaculate. Occasionally, I felt her vagina tighten and tremble, as if it were sucking on my glans. But the sensation of penetrating her vagina was incredibly pleasurable. It was probably because I had seen my wife having sex with another man earlier, which aroused my lust. Seeing others having sex and being able to have sex myself was the most pleasurable thing. I thrust vigorously into my wife's vagina. After about twenty minutes, my wife, while being penetrated, abandoned everything and

began to moan loudly, "Hmm...haha...ouch...ouch..." The more I thrust into my wife's vagina, the more lubrication she produced. Eventually, I got tired and lay still. Unexpectedly, my penis, resting inside her, gradually shrank after a while, requiring several more thrusts to become erect again. I realized this was probably Newton's law of friction. Did Newton even have this law? Later, unable to hold back any longer and exhausted, I wanted to ejaculate, so I thrust vigorously dozens of times, grabbing a pillowcase and ejaculating onto it. Afterwards, the three of us lay naked side-by-side on the bed, my wife in the middle. I took her hand and placed it on my penis; she grasped it. I then placed her other hand on Wang Gangyong's penis; she grasped it as well. She was like a queen dominating men, her two hands holding the lifeblood of two men.

She said, "What is this? Isn't it too lewd?"

I said, "This is what a mistress should be like."

After lying down for a while, I said, "It's too crowded. You two can sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the side."

My wife laughed and said, "What do you call this? You've squeezed your real husband off the bed."

All three of them laughed. Then I turned off the lights, leaving a small nightlight on, and lay down on the edge of the bed. (Note: Your comment contained inappropriate words.) But I couldn't fall asleep. In the semi-darkness, my penis became erect again. I gently stroked it, trying to convince myself to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a noise on the bed, a

very soft "tsk tsk... plop plop... slurp slurp..." sound, like kissing, or perhaps the sound of sex. Listening carefully, I was certain they were kissing. About seven or eight minutes later, I heard low,

heavy breathing, "ouch... oh... oh..." A moment later, the sound grew louder; it was my wife's voice, mixed with the creaking of the bed

. Those two, behind my back, were having sex again. Listening to this in the semi-darkness was more exciting than watching it live. I imagined my wife having sex with another man while listening to her moans. After a while, her breathing became even heavier.

I saw the quilt they were using was shaking up and down, and I could hear

the "thud... slap..." of flesh hitting flesh, which continued for a while. Then I heard a "plop... plop..."

sound, like someone blowing a trumpet. I got up and looked closely, and saw that Wang Gangyong and his wife were playing doggy style. His wife was naked, kneeling on the bed, and Wang Gangyong was penetrating her from behind. In this position, when the penis entered, the air inside would escape, making a "plop... plop..."

sound like a trumpet. I hadn't used this position in the year I'd been married to my wife, and I didn't know what it would feel like. Then Wang Gangyong let out a few deep growls, suddenly flipped his wife over onto the bed, and then lay on top of her. As soon as his penis entered her vagina, he began to thrust wildly, "Oh... oh... oh..."

After about fifty or sixty thrusts—he ejaculated again. It seemed he ejaculated inside his wife's vagina this time, because Wang Gangyong was vigorously fucking her when he suddenly stopped. Suddenly, the light came on, and his wife got up to find some tissues to wipe herself.

White, clear semen dripped from her vulva between her legs. Just as she was about to go to the bathroom to clean up, I pretended to be sleepy and said, "You're still awake?"

His wife blushed and smiled shyly at me.

"Was it good?"

I asked.

"Ugh!"

she said, as Wang Gangyong collapsed to the side, exhausted.

Seeing my wife having sex with someone else, my penis throbbed painfully. I knew it was unlikely I could sleep like this. So without a word, I laid my wife down on the bed, climbed on top, and aimed my penis at her vagina, which was filled with Wang Gangyong's semen. I unleashed another torrent of fucking. I also told my wife to lie on the bed and fucked her from behind in a doggy style, to see what it felt like. My wife's vagina was very wet, and when I did it in doggy style, it made

a loud "plop...plop..." sound. I looked down at my penis going in and out of my wife's vagina, listening to that

lewd symphony of "plop...plop...", and it felt so good. I couldn't resist the lewd stimulation, and after a few thrusts, I ejaculated deeply into my wife's vagina. My wife was being fucked repeatedly, and she said, "This can't go on. I have to go to the living room to sleep because your words contain inappropriate language. I have to go to work tomorrow."

Wang Gangyong pulled her and said, "No need, so I don't have to go out and find you. I still want to sleep with you inside me."

My wife said, "I can't play anymore, I really can't play anymore. This will never end."

Saying that, she rolled off the bed, and Wang Gangyong took the opportunity to touch his wife's white buttocks. He could only watch as she took her panties, then her bra, and walked out.

Early the next morning, Wang Gangyong left Kaohsiung, took a plane to Taipei, and returned to Keelung. In the days following Wang Gangyong's departure, my wife seemed particularly excited during our sexual encounters. When we were almost finished, she would hug me tightly and scream, thrusting her hips upwards with great force, her juices flowing freely. Sometimes, forgetting to use a pillowcase, the sheets would be soaked – something that hadn't happened in a long time. Usually, she would be like a dead pig, letting me do as I pleased without a sound, her hips occasionally wiggling a few times in response. Afterward, she would immediately go to the bathroom to shower, then collapse and fall fast asleep.

I said, "How about we ask Wang Gangyong to come and play again?"

My wife immediately replied, "No, no, it's too embarrassing."

Who knows whether she truly wanted it or not?

My wife and I didn't attend Wang Gangyong's wedding. Damn it, his wedding was on a Wednesday, not a holiday. We both had work to do, and Keelung and Kaohsiung are far apart, so we could only send a gift but couldn't attend in person. Besides, I was eager to see what his wife looked like, since he said he wanted me to share her. The timing didn't work out, so I had to give up. A few days after the wedding, I received a call from Wang Gangyong. He said he would be passing through our area on his honeymoon and wanted to bring his new wife to meet us. He added, "Don't tell his new wife about us."

"Is it something your wife wants me to share?"

He said, "He'll talk to her slowly, and he definitely won't let you down."

I said, "Okay! There's no rush. Come on over!"

That evening, around 7 pm, my wife and I were snuggled up watching TV when the doorbell rang. I ran to open the door, and there was Wang Gangyong. Behind Wang Gangyong followed a woman in a white, semi-transparent blouse and a red skirt. Her breasts, visible through her red bra, bounced up and down with her walk, incredibly alluring, like ripe red apples. I guessed this must be his new wife. I quickly invited them inside. After they were seated, Wang Gangyong introduced me and my wife to her. He then introduced her as Yang Yuru,

his wife.

Hearing the name Yang Yuru sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place her. Looking closely at his wife's face, it suddenly dawned on me—wasn't this Yang Yuru, who lived next door to me twenty years ago? She had an older brother, the same age as me, named Yang Guoan. I said to Wang Gangyong's wife, "Miss Yang, you look familiar. Isn't your brother Yang Guoan?"

Wang Gangyong's wife paused, surprised, and said, "Yes, how did you know?"

I said, "Have you forgotten? About twenty years ago, you lived next door to me. Your brother and I were the same age, and you and my sister were the same age. We even played house together."

Wang Gangyong's wife suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Yes! Yes! You're that…that…that…"

For a moment, Wang Gangyong's wife was speechless. She then stepped aside, her face flushed, and turned away.

Wang Gangyong, seeing this, was also confused and casually said, "Since we're acquaintances, that's good."

I continued, "Wang Gangyong and I are like brothers; there's nothing we can't talk about. Miss Yang, you don't need to worry so much. I think it'll be better to say it out loud."

Seeing my conversation with Miss Yang, Wang Gangyong and his wife were eager to know what had happened and pressured me to tell them.

I said to Miss Yang, "May I tell them our story? It's okay, we're all family."

I said, "Everyone, sit down, the story is about to begin."

Miss Yang said to Wang Gangyong, "After you hear his story, you can't abandon me, you swear."

Wang Gangyong said, "I swear,"

and then raised his left hand, extending four fingers to swear.

My wife said, "Alright. Now that you've made your vow, you can start. I can't wait."

Ms. Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. I took a sip of water and began to tell this story: More than twenty years ago, Yang Guoan and I were both in second grade. Yang Guoan was the brother of Wang Gangyong's wife, while my sister and Yang Yutong were in first grade. Back then, first and second grade were only half-day classes, so there were no afternoon classes. Naturally, the four of us, who lived next door, played together. Because everyone's family was poor, we all slept in the same tatami room at night. When I got up to pee at night, I often saw my parents doing *that* kind of thing. I was young and didn't understand what they were doing. In class, classmates would say things like, "So-and-so is having sex, all over the place," and sometimes it would be written on the desk. At the time, I thought it was a disgrace and I had to get justice from them. When I was chatting with my sister, I told her that Dad and Mom were hugging and pressing themselves together at night, and I wondered what they were doing, maybe it was called "having sex." My sister only vaguely understood. She also said she had seen Dad and Mom under the covers and didn't know what they were doing. So I told my sister that we shouldn't sleep that night and should see for ourselves. My sister agreed. That night, my sister and I pretended to be asleep, and we ended up seeing Dad and Mom having sex the whole time. At that time, my parents had to go to work during the day to earn money, and it was just my sister and me at home.

The next day, after school, my sister and I talked about what we had seen the night before. I said, "Shall we try it too?"

My sister was also very curious and agreed. So I took off her pants to see how we could play with it. I said, "I saw Dad put his penis into Mom's dark, hairy pee hole and move it up and down, looking like he was having a lot of fun. Sister, where is your hole?" My sister pulled up her pee hole and I said, "Mom has dark hair, why don't you have any?"

My sister said, "I don't know! It can't be here! The hole here is so small, how can you put it in? It's impossible where you poop, it smells bad there."

I told my sister to sit on a chair and spread her legs. I said, "It's definitely here, let me examine it." My sister actually listened to me and let me examine it. I spread my sister's vulva with both hands and saw a small fleshy slit. I asked my sister, "Where does your pee come out from?"

My sister couldn't answer either. I said, "Then can you pee once and show me?"

My sister wasn't shy at all and squatted down to pee. I lay down to observe, but I still couldn't see anything.

I said, "Come on, I'll do what Dad does. I'll try putting my penis in your vagina and see what happens."

My sister didn't object. I laid her down on the table, climbed onto it, and inserted my half-erect penis into her vagina. At first, it was really hard to insert. I couldn't find the opening because it was dry, and it hurt when I tried. My foreskin usually covers the glans, but as soon as I inserted it into my sister's vagina, the foreskin was pulled back. This was the first time my foreskin had been pulled back. At first, it felt very tight when I inserted it into my sister's vagina, but luckily I was still young and my penis hadn't grown very big yet, so insertion was relatively smooth. After a while, some vaginal fluid came out of my sister's vagina, and slowly it became easier to insert. I asked my sister how it felt, and she nodded and said it was okay. So I continued fucking my sister's little pussy. As I got to this point, I noticed the three of them staring at me intently, which made me a little embarrassed, especially Wang Gangyong's wife, Yang Yuru, who was listening intently because she didn't know about these things.

Yang Yuru, sitting opposite me, noticed: "Your statement contains inappropriate words." Her white panties were faintly visible under her red skirt, and I kept glancing at them, swallowing my saliva. When I paused, they urged me to continue. When my sister and I were having sex, it was on the table, so my elbows hurt a bit. I called my sister to come to the tatami mat to play. It was much more comfortable on the tatami. We kept going until my penis hurt and shrank, then we stopped. Because I was still young then and couldn't ejaculate, I only stopped when my penis hurt. Thinking back, my penis was sore for several days because it was sore from being fucked until it bled. The three of them laughed when they heard me say this.

Later, after school, my sister and I would often take off our pants and clothes and play a game of "playing with firecrackers" on the bed. When we got tired, we would rest. My sister gradually became addicted to the game and would often ask me to play with her. One time, my sister and I were playing with firecrackers, really into it, when Yang Guoan came to our house and rang the doorbell, wanting me to come out and play. My sister and I quickly got dressed and went to open the door. Then, I said to Yang Guoan, "Let's play house. I'll be the dad, and my sister will be the mom. It's night now, and mom and dad need to sleep together. We need

to play a game." Yang Guoan said he had seen his parents play with firecrackers while they slept. So, I took off my pants and played with firecrackers with my sister in front of Yang Guoan. I asked Yang Guoan, "Is this how your dad and mom play with firecrackers?"

Yang Guoan watched intently. I looked at Yang Guoan and said, "Do you want to play with firecrackers with my sister?"

Yang Guoan said, "I really, really want to play! " "Look."

So I got up and moved away from my sister's body to let Yang Guoan come up. When Yang Guoan came up, he had his penis erect but didn't know where to insert it. So I guided Yang Guoan's penis and let him insert it into my sister's vagina. Watching Yang Guoan and my sister having sex aroused me, and I also wanted to have sex. So I said to Yang Guoan, "Let's each thrust fifty times and then switch."

That afternoon, Yang Guoan and I took turns having sex with my sister until we were satisfied. Several times after I had thrust fifty times, I secretly thrust a few more times before letting Yang Guoan have sex with my sister. My sister also said that it felt very good to be fucked by us in turns.

The next day, Yang Guoan came to my house again, bringing his sister with him. Yang Guoan said, "He went back and told his sister about this, but she didn't believe him and was very curious, so she said she wanted to come and see."

So my sister and I took off our pants in front of them and started having sex. Yang Guoan said

, "He wants to have sex with my sister too." So I got up and let him have sex with my sister. I went over to Yang Yuru and wanted to have sex with her. Yang Yuru was hesitant at first, but I said, "What are you afraid of? Look at your brother and my sister, they're having a great time! Let's play too!"

Yang Yuru was tempted. Based on my experience with my sister, Yang Yuru took off her clothes with my half-hearted resistance. I told Yang Yuru to lie on the bed, spread her legs, and I inserted my penis into her. I thrust into Yang Yuru's vagina at different speeds, and we did it for a while. Later, Yang Guoan and I switched back to having sex with our own sisters.

That afternoon, Yang Guoan and I took turns having sex with my sister until my parents were almost home from get off work. Later, Yang Guoan and I made a pact that if he wanted to play this game after school, he had to bring his sister along. Otherwise, if it was just my sister, she would be fighting with me for my services. We'd play a game of taking turns thrusting fifty times, pulling out our penises just when we were really enjoying it, so the sex wouldn't be as satisfying. Yang Guoan kept his word; he always brought his sister when he came to my house to have sex with my sister. From then on, whenever I opened the door and saw the two of them, I knew what they were up to. So, the four of us would get together and have sex every two or three days when we had free time. If Yang Guoan couldn't come, my sister and I would have sex behind closed doors.

This comfortable period of having sex lasted for almost a year. Neither set of parents knew what we were doing; they only knew we were having a good time together. Both sets of parents were quite at ease, until I was in third grade and attending full-time classes. Later, Yang Guoan and Yang Yuru moved away and we lost contact. My sister and I gradually had sex less often, and I realized it was an immoral act of incest. I never touched my sister again. At this point, Yang Yuru lowered her face shyly. My wife said, "Oh! You have such an exciting part to this story? Why didn't you tell me?"

I said, "I was just a child then, I didn't understand, there was nothing I could do!"

Wang Gangyong then said, "Strange, my wife was with you for a year, why was she still a virgin on our wedding night, and why did she bleed?"

I said, "It's probably because my penis was too small back then! I couldn't break her hymen."

Everyone laughed.

Wang Gangyong said, "That's great! All my worries were unnecessary. Now we can have some fun."

So I told Yang Yuru about the day Wang Gangyong and my wife had sex. After listening, Yang Yuru said to Wang Gangyong, "I was ignorant when I was young, but are you still ignorant now that you're grown up? Now you've slept with someone else's wife, and you want to sacrifice your own wife for someone else to sleep with."

Wang Gangyong said to his wife, "Great! You two had this affair first, otherwise I wouldn't know how to tell you. You've been lovers for twenty years, now I allow you to catch up."

He then pushed his wife, Yang Yuru, towards me. Yang Yuru blushed and lowered her head.

Wang Gangyong pulled my wife and said, "I think we shouldn't disturb them."

My wife leaned against Wang Gangyong.

I said, "Why don't we all take a shower first?"

Luckily, my bathroom isn't small; there was still room for four people to move around. After I helped the shy Yang Yuru undress, I hugged her from behind, reaching out to knead her breasts. I had been staring intently at those breasts, and now I could finally touch them. My erect penis was pressed against Yang Yuru's buttocks.

Wang Gangyong, seeing us, did the same, caressing my wife in the same way. We lathered each other with shower gel and rinsed off. Then, Wang Gangyong lifted my wife's left leg and placed it on the edge of the tub, right in front of Yang Yuru and me. Standing there in the steam, Wang Gangyong leaned forward and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina. My wife giggled as Wang Gangyong penetrated her hairy vulva,

glancing at me every now and then. I held Yang Yuru, caressing her entire body, silently watching her from the other side. Yang Yuru was also watching her husband with another man's wife; this was the first time she had ever seen her husband playing with another woman. After Wang Gangyong had been penetrating my wife for a while, he probably felt too tired standing, so he pulled out his penis from her vulva, picked up the showerhead, and washed both of us thoroughly. After drying ourselves, he said to Yang Yuru and me, "We're done washing up, time to go out!"

He then picked up my wife and carried her to the bedroom. I dried Yang Yuru with a towel, and after drying myself, I led her out of the bathroom.

As we passed the bedroom, we heard the sounds of sex, "plop...plop...ouch...ouch..."

I said to Yang Yuru, "Shall we peek at them?"

I took Yang Yuru's hand and pushed the bedroom door open a crack. We saw Wang Gangyong on top of my wife, the two of them naked and having sex. My wife's legs were spread in a W shape, and Wang Gangyong was right in the middle of her body, his legs straight, toes pointed, his buttocks moving up and down, thrusting hard into my wife's vagina. He was probably aroused by the story I had just told her! My wife's legs were wrapped around Wang Gangyong's buttocks, reaching upwards to meet his thrusts, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck. They were sucking each other's mouths, it seemed she was enjoying Wang Gangyong's saliva. My wife looked like she was experiencing incredible pleasure from Wang Gangyong's penetration!

I held Yang Yuru in my arms while watching the people inside having sex. Yang Yuru peeked in curiously a few times, then looked away shyly. I said, "Let's do it too. I've missed you for twenty years. Shall we relive our old dreams?"

Yang Yuru playfully hit me and said, "You're so naughty!"

So I took Wang Gangyong's new wife, my old flame, to another room. I held Yang Yuru on the bed and said, "I never thought that after twenty years, we'd both be married and could still openly have sex. Let's have some fun today!"

Yang Yuru shyly said, "Whatever you want!"

I kissed and sucked Yang Yuru's breasts repeatedly, because they weren't this full twenty years ago. I spread Yang Yuru's legs and looked at her beautiful vulva, saying, "Your vagina was definitely different twenty years ago. Back then, it was so tender it didn't even have any hair."

Wow! Now her pubic hair is so thick, the pubic hair around her reddened vulva is so beautiful, the soft pubic hair feels so good to touch. Yang Yuru's labia are more rosy, unlike my wife who has been fucked by me for a year and has turned dark. Moreover, Yang Yuru's body fragrance smells even better than my wife's. It seems that Yang Yuru is more suitable to be my wife, and more suitable for me to fuck. I couldn't help but kneel down and lick and suck Yang Yuru's vulva. Yang Yuru's buttocks kept twisting, I didn't know if it was itchy or comfortable, the more I licked her with my tongue, the more her juices flowed. I thought it was time, so I guided my glans to Yang Yuru's vulva and moved it up and down, then slowly inserted my glans into Yang Yuru's vagina inch by inch. Although Yang Yuru's vulva was wet, it felt much tighter than my wife's. It felt so good to have my glans sucking inside her. I didn't want to thrust hard so quickly, I wanted to enjoy the feeling of my glans soaking in her tight little hole first.

I whispered in Yang Yuru's ear, "Does your brother still play with you?"

Yang Yuru shook her head and said, "After we moved, my brother played with me twice, but then I heard that it could lead to pregnancy and having a baby, so I stopped letting him touch me. Later, my brother got involved with their class monitor, so he stopped coming to play with me."

I asked, "Have you played with other men?"

Yang Yuru said, "I've only played with you, my brother, and Gangyong."

My penis was inside Yang Yuru's vagina, gently moving in and out. She let me do whatever I wanted, and I felt extremely comfortable. It's the best to fuck someone else's wife! At this moment, Wang Gangyong carried my wife in. My wife seemed to be hanging on Wang Gangyong, with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, suspended in mid-air.

Wang Gangyong cupped his wife's white buttocks in his hands, his penis firmly inserted into her vagina. His wife buried her head shyly in his chest as he thrust in and out of her vagina. And I wasn't missing out either; I was having sex with his new wife, Yang Yuru, whose virginity I'd deflowered first, though there was no bleeding. Wang Gangyong placed my wife beside me, thrusting into her vagina. He'd thrust into my wife, and I'd thrust into his, one after the other, the distinctive "plop...plop..."

sounds of sex mingling with the moans of the two wives—"Oh...oh..." here,

"Yo...yo..." there

—a truly lewd scene. After a while, I said, "Let's try the doggy style and see who makes the loudest noise while fucking."

I positioned Yang Yuru and my wife side-by-side on the bed. I fucked Yang Yuru from behind, and Wang Gangyong fucked my wife from behind. Every few thrusts, we'd make a loud "plop...plop..."

sound, as if I was making a louder sound with Yang Yuru, probably because her vagina was tighter.

Wang Gangyong said, "Shall we switch back?"

I said, "Okay!"

So we both pulled out our penises and switched back to fucking our wives. In the same position, I made a "plop...plop..."

sound with my wife's vagina, and Wang Gangyong did the same, making a loud "plop...plop..." sound with his wife's vagina

. It was like a competition between Wang Gangyong and me, using various angles to thrust, trying to make the "plop...plop..." sound as loud as possible.

The air crackled to its maximum volume, and with each loud pop, the four of us burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Wow, you're amazing!" That night, Wang Gangyong and I took turns with our wives, doing whatever we wanted. When I was about to ejaculate, I made sure it was inside Yang Yuru's vagina. After ejaculating, my penis remained inside her, reluctant to pull out until it shrank, because that was when I felt truly satisfied. Wang Gangyong ejaculated inside my wife's vagina as well. I don't know how much semen I ejaculated inside Yang Yuru, and I don't know how much semen Wang Gangyong poured into my wife's vagina. Later, when I was tired, I lay on my side, spreading one of Yang Yuru's legs, with my glans facing her vagina, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I heard the sounds of sex coming from my wife's side again. Without realizing it, my penis, which had shrunk inside Yang Yuru's vagina, became erect again. As soon as it became erect, the head of my penis naturally and slowly entered Yang Yuru's vagina. Newton's law of friction kicked in again, and I gave Yang Yuru another satisfying fuck. And so it went, one after another, until my semen turned to water, finally only a drop or two of clear semen came out. Counting, I had a total of seven fucks, each time a satisfying ejaculation deep inside Yang Yuru's vagina. Later, due to excessive indulgence, my penis ached slightly for several days.

After that, Wang Gangyong and I often swapped wives for sex. Wang Gangyong preferred to have sex with my wife because other people's wives are the easiest to fuck; he never gets tired of it. I also enjoyed having sex with Wang Gangyong's wife, because she was, after all, my childhood sweetheart. Because Keelung and Kaohsiung are too far apart, Wang Gangyong suggested, "Why don't you have your wife temporarily quit her job and stay at my house in Keelung for a month so I can have my way with her? And Yang Yuru, come stay at my place in Kaohsiung for a month too, so you two old lovers can have your fill."

Everyone agreed to this decision. When Yang Yuru stayed with me, for convenience, I asked her to wear a wide skirt without any panties underneath. When I felt aroused, I would lift her skirt and penetrate her vagina forty-nine times, which would be perfect for practicing the "Plain Girl Classic." We left marks of penetration in the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and even on the balcony. This method worked very well; it's called "using yin to supplement yang," or "using sex to cure sex." Using this method, no matter how much I did, I wouldn't feel tired. The only problem was that when I reached the forty-ninth time, I was reluctant to pull out my penis and wanted to do a few more. Sometimes, I would ejaculate without realizing it, but after a few times, I got used to it. At night, in the warm blankets of bed, I would fuck Yang Yuru's pussy hard, ejaculating until I was completely satisfied, and then go to sleep with my penis inside her.

I wonder if my wife in Keelung, Wang Gangyong, does the same thing with her. Who cares? It's her happiness.

We both enjoy this lifestyle; the feeling of swapping vaginas is really great. Taking turns fucking our wives makes our lives more colorful. However, I find it strange that my two women don't moan as wildly as in porn movies when they fuck me. My wife has told me that if the moaning is too lewd, she's afraid I won't be able to control myself and will ejaculate too quickly, and she won't get any pleasure.

Now, as soon as I get off work, I go straight home. Yang Yuru has also prepared some tonics for me to help me recover; after all, my healthy and vigorous body is her happiness. We didn't deliberately use contraception. We're all like brothers and sisters, so there's nothing to fuss about. If my wife gets pregnant, who cares whose child it is? We'll raise it together. Our child will be very happy, having two mothers and two fathers to love him. Friends, you must envy us! But we won't mess around with other people. There are so many STDs these days, and even wearing a condom isn't necessarily safe. Besides, wearing a condom is like scratching an itch with socks on—what if you ruin your manhood? That wouldn't be worth it, brothers, do you agree? (10-08,

Chapter 70: The Seductive Wife Next Door)

The morning air felt especially good, and there were very few people. I kept running forward, inhaling the unique fresh morning air into my lungs! My name is Xiao Yi, and I just finished my military service not long ago. I'm preparing for university entrance exams. Because of the habits I developed in the army, running in the morning has become a very important part of my job. I calculated that I ran at least twenty kilometers, and then I slowed down and walked back. Although it was cool in the morning, I was already drenched in sweat from running. By the time I got back, the air was thick with stale air and the scorching sun was out, and I was drenched in sweat! "I'm home!"

I shouted at the empty house. I don't know why I did this; it's just a habit I've had since I was little! My parents divorced when I was very young, and I lived with my mother. She's now a successful direct sales representative, with a packed schedule every day, so I'm left to take care of myself, though I'm never short of money.

I took off my sweat-soaked t-shirt, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, and gulped it down. Then I took out a loaf of French bread, quickly stuffed it into my stomach, and went to the bathroom. I took off my shorts and gave myself a thorough wash with warm water!

After drying myself off, I walked out naked. I love the refreshing feeling of being clean after sweating so much. I took the dirty clothes out of the basket, went to the back balcony, and threw them into the washing machine.

I added detergent, turned it on, and that was it. The sun felt great on my skin. I started to take down the clean clothes from the hangers and turned to go back inside. Suddenly, I saw someone peeking at me from behind the window!

I didn't pay much attention, because I'm not a girl, and being naked at home like this isn't illegal, so I continued walking home without a care. I went back to my study, sat down, and started reading. Reading in the morning is very helpful for me; because of the afternoon heat, and because I don't like the air conditioning, I don't usually read in the afternoon.

Around noon, the postman rang the doorbell, saying there was registered mail. I put on shorts and a linen shirt and went downstairs. After I got the mail, a woman came out of the elevator, probably also with mail to collect. We met at the front door; I let her go first and then turned to walk towards the elevator. Unfortunately, both elevators went upstairs, so I had to wait. The woman, having collected her things, returned to the elevator.

"Are you Mrs. Zhang's son?"

she suddenly asked. I nodded. She smiled and said it had been a long time; I'd grown so tall! And she was right, at 184 cm and 89 kg, I was indeed quite robust. I smiled politely and didn't say anything, but I couldn't help but notice the large breasts peeking out from the neckline of her floral dress!

She didn't seem to realize how low her neckline was; for someone my height, it was easy to see through them. And she was so close; I could practically see everything. Finally out of the elevator, she asked how I'd eaten lunch.

I said I'd cooked for myself. She said you boys just don't know how to take care of yourselves, and invited me to her place later so she could cook a nice lunch for us. I said, "How could I possibly accept that?" She said it was alright, because her husband was away on a business trip for a week, and it wasn't convenient for her to cook for herself. She said it would be better to have someone with her, and insisted I come over. I asked her to wait a moment while I put my things down, and she happily agreed.

After putting my things away and locking the front door, we went to her house. Then I noticed that her apartment was directly opposite mine. So, the person who peeked at me naked this morning must be her?! Thinking this, I couldn't help but take a closer look at her body. She had a curvaceous figure, not very tall, but very voluptuous, and her face gave off a celebrity vibe. The thought that this woman might be trying to seduce me into bed made me a little excited! Although I had visited prostitutes during my time in the army, this was the first time I'd encountered a woman like this!

Entering her home, it felt quite simple, though the furniture looked very modern. She asked me to sit down, then went into the bedroom to change. I noticed her door was only half-open, so I tiptoed over to peek. Just then, I saw her take off her clothes, leaving her only in a pair of cotton underwear.

She then continued to remove these underwear, and because she bent over, I could see her vulva was exposed, and there was some fluid on the crotch area of the underwear. I thought this woman must be very aroused and wanted me to relieve her desire! Instead of immediately finding another pair of underwear to put on, she took some toilet paper, wiped herself a few times, and then took out a pair of denim shorts and pulled them on.

These denim shorts were already shortened at the waist, only covering half of her buttocks, and the crotch area was pitifully small. I saw her deliberately rub them a few times as she put them on, and even lick her lips, looking quite satisfied! Then she took out a white garment that looked like a bra, put it on, tied the two straps behind her neck, looked in the mirror, and prepared to leave. By then, I was already back on the sofa!

She came out and, of course, saw my eyes practically popping out of my head! She smiled smugly, told me to sit down, and went to the kitchen. I stood up and followed her. I saw her preparing some canned food! Good heavens, I thought to myself, this woman who seemed so nice has such terrible cooking skills! I can cook better than her! But I couldn't say anything then, so I just watched her cook noodles while flaunting her charm. At least I should enjoy this service, right?

She finally finished cooking the noodles and we carried them to the coffee table in the living room, eating them while watching TV. I finished my noodles quickly, while she sat there slowly eating hers. "By the way, I still don't know what to call you, Auntie?"

I deliberately started a conversation, but she put down her chopsticks and said, "Do I look old? You have to call me Auntie?"

"No, you look very young, and your skin is so smooth." I deliberately touched her back. "But since you're married, I can't very well call you 'sister,' can I?"

I started to act all cheeky, but to my surprise, she was very happy and said, "Then why don't you call me 'sister'?"

She even patted me on the back, and the pat landed squarely between my legs, immediately revealing my already hard penis! Luckily, she didn't hit it hard, but I still cried out!

"Are you... in pain?"

She pretended to be surprised and put her hands on my inner thighs, then looked at me. "I'm sorry, I hurt you just now, I'm so sorry!"

As she spoke, she continued to stroke my penis, which quickly made it pop out of my shorts! And her hand quickly grabbed my glans! "Sister, what...what are you doing?"

I pretended to be panicked, but instead thrust my hips towards her a few times, letting her get a better sense of the size of my penis! I've measured it myself; when it's erect, it's at least 28 centimeters long, which is a very large size! Her eyes lit up! Then she released my penis, looked at me, and said, "Sister must have hurt you just now. Come on, take off your pants, and sister will help you feel better, okay?"

Without waiting for my agreement, she moved closer, pressing her full breasts tightly against my body. At this moment, I pretended to be startled and didn't know what to do, so I lay down on the sofa! After she saw me lie down, she pulled down my shorts and told me to lift my buttocks so she could help me take off my pants completely. I lifted my buttocks as she asked, and then she continued to take off my shorts! "Little brother, why aren't you wearing underwear?"

She teased me deliberately, but her hand was already gripping my penis, slowly stroking it up and down. "Do you usually play like this?"

I smiled foolishly, and she pressed her face against my penis, eyes closed, rubbing it gently with her smooth cheek. Then suddenly, she took my penis into her mouth! I deliberately let out a cry! She opened her eyes, looked at me, and continued licking it with her tongue, trying to push my penis deeper into her mouth. But before she could even swallow a third of it, she felt like gagging, so she could only continue sucking on the glans. I straddled the back of the sofa and dangled the other leg on the floor, making it easier for her to lick my penis! She sucked for a while, then spat out my penis, and slowly stroked it with her hand, saying, "You little rascal, I didn't know you were so good. My mouth is already sore, and you still haven't come!"

Without waiting for my reply, she continued, "Want to see my body?"

I nodded. She stood up with a lewd grin, then untied the straps of her top, which hung limply, revealing her full breasts. She then took off her top completely, straddled me, and brought her upper body close to my face, gently swaying her white, full breasts. Looking down at me, her long hair now fell across my face. She reached up and brushed her hair back, and I gently cupped her bell-shaped breasts, which drooped as she touched them. She wanted me to lick them with my tongue, so I stroked and licked them. This feeling was even better than going to a prostitute! "Mmm...mmm...um...um...um...I didn't realize...your tongue...was so amazing...did you...mmm...mmm...often...lick your mother's...breasts at home...heh...heh...oh...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm...um...um..."

At this point, I didn't want to be polite anymore. While caressing, sucking, and playing with her breasts, I used my other hand to caress her tender vulva! Since her shorts only had a thin crotch and she wasn't wearing underwear, my fingers quickly slipped into her vulva and started probing! She was now supporting herself on the sofa, moaning lewdly, her body twisting with my movements. My fingers were even more unrestrained as I probed inside her vulva, her juices soaking my fingers completely. "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...you...you...so good...it's making my...pussy...so itchy...ahhh...uh...uh...uh...um...um...um...yes...yes...do it there...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...oh my god...it feels so good...uh...uh...uh...uh...ah...yo...ah yo...uh...uh...uh...keep...don't stop...oh my god...oh my god...uh...uh...uh...uh..."

At this moment, she actually leaned in to kiss me, and then her tongue came over and intertwined with mine. This was an experience I had never had when I went to prostitutes before, because those women never wanted us to kiss them! When we kissed, I went completely wild. I grabbed her, turned her around, and pinned her to the sofa. I yanked her shorts off, lifted her lower body, and brought my face close to hers, licking her vulva with my tongue. This made her moans even more intense and wanton! I stimulated every part of her labia with my tongue, and I noticed that whenever I touched a certain spot, her voice would become high-pitched and sharp. So I focused on stimulating that spot and inserted my fingers into her vulva. And just like that, she reached orgasm! "Mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...you...are...making...me...feel...so good...mmm...mmm...it's so good...yes...faster...keep...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah...oh...ah...oh...ah...ah...oh..."

Warm liquid kept gushing from her tender vagina, and I didn't care, licking it all up. She gradually calmed down from her excitement. I then masturbated a few times to restore my erection, and then pressed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina, slowly rubbing it back and forth. I knew this would excite her! Sure enough, she was quickly aroused again, and her legs even tried to hook around my waist. I knew it was time to go all the way in, so I slowly slid my penis into her already incredibly wet vagina and began to thrust.

I only inserted about two-thirds of my penis, but even that made her incredibly excited. I'd seen this reaction many times before, because I hadn't yet fully penetrated a woman's body! As I thrust, I played with her breasts, admiring the look of pleasure on her face!

At this moment, her lips parted slightly, and she kept uttering lewd and seductive moans and groans; her starry eyes were half-closed, and her eyes revealed an expression of extreme joy! She gripped my body tightly with both hands, and her fingertips dug deep into the thick muscles of my back. That feeling made me want to thrust my waist even more! u6a?hpa "Ah...ah...oh...oh...God...uh...uh...wooh...wooh...oh...so good...faster...yes...harder...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

6;~zb "Ah...so good...so good...your...cock...yes...that's...like this...I'm going crazy...thrust...in...ah...so good...so comfortable...yes...fuck me to death...fuck me to death...fuck me to death...okay...yes...yes...I...fuck me...come on...yes...that's...like this...ah...ah...so comfortable..."

I pushed my penis deeper into her body, but there was still a part left outside. At this moment, she had reached her second orgasm. I felt her vagina begin to spasm rapidly, and her eyes were lifeless. Only her mouth was still uttering incoherent lewd words! "Mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...you...make...me feel so good...so happy...mmm...mmm...it's really great...yes...faster...continue...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...yo...ah...ah...yo..."

"Ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...oh my god...mmm...mmm...woo...woo...oh...so good...faster...yes...harder...oh...oh...oh...oh...I'm going to cum...I...I...I'm going to cum...ah..."

At this moment, I realized that letting my penis penetrate her body and enjoy the vaginal contractions was an amazing sensation, whereas in the past, it would take at least two hours before I even had the thought of ejaculating. I had even seen a doctor who said I had a condition that made women feel like they were dying of pleasure! She was slumped weakly on the sofa. I leaned down and picked her up, then sat on the sofa and had her straddle me. I held her waist and made her slowly sway her hips. This way, she didn't have to exert any effort, and I could have some fun!

"Oh...oh...good little brother...oh my god...you...you haven't...come yet...oh...uh...uh...uh...rest...take a break...okay...you've made me...so tired...uh...uh...my first time...two times in a row...uh...uh...orgasm...don't do this...let...let me rest..."

Hearing her say this, I let her lie on top of me and stopped thrusting. After a while, she slowly stood up, tied her hair, and asked me to take a shower with her! We went to the bathroom together, and she slowly helped us wash, but my penis was still hard. She couldn't help but be aroused and wanted me to continue!

I then pressed her against the wall and entered her from behind, starting to fuck her hard! I not only thrust my hips, but also reached out and played with her breasts. She even used her hands to caress my penis and scrotum! This time, I didn't care about her life or death. I fucked her hard, from standing to kneeling on the ground, and finally lying on the ground while I fucked her hard!

"I...I'm about to cum!"

`eksx#sfta1vk "Mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...you...make...me...feel so good...so happy...mmm...mmm...it's so good...yes...faster...keep...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...it's okay...just shoot

inside... ah...ah...ah...so good...ahh ... At this moment, her screams became even more piercing, "Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... So good... I... I feel... you came inside me... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh..."

As I slowly pulled my half-erect penis out of her body, a thin, transparent thread remained on the glans. The feeling was like watching porn! After I finished washing myself, I went to the living room. After about ten minutes, she came out completely naked and beckoned me to come into the bedroom with her. Once inside, she climbed onto the bed and asked me to take a nap with her. It was already past three in the afternoon, and I wasn't really feeling sleepy, so I told her I had to go back to study. She didn't say much, just took out her purse, pulled out five thousand yuan, and gave it to me as pocket money. I accepted it generously. Then she asked for my phone number. I said, "You know where I live. Do I need a phone? Besides, my mother is home, so it doesn't seem convenient to make a call." She asked if I had a cell phone, and I shook my head. She didn't say much, just that I should come over for lunch the next day, and then I went home.

Chapter 71: An Extraordinary Encounter with a Married Woman.

I don't like drinking, but I enjoy gathering with friends under the guise of drinking to chat. Most of the conversation revolves around the romantic escapades of these fellow philanderers. It's both a curiosity and an exchange of experiences. We share our legendary experiences of seducing women, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and summarizing our shortcomings, which greatly helps improve our success rate in future encounters. After

a satisfying meal, someone asked me to tell a story. Unfortunately, I hadn't had any extraordinary encounters or romantic escapades lately, so I said I'd tell everyone a true story about seducing a married woman ten years ago. Everyone applauded.

With my tall and imposing 1.80-meter frame, handsome appearance, and sharp tongue, seducing young girls wouldn't be difficult. However, seducing a married woman is a different story. A respectable housewife has to consider the impact of her actions on the social environment and public opinion, which involves her reputation and standing. Most married women, even with thoughts of infidelity, would think twice before acting, being extremely cautious to avoid creating scandals and becoming the subject of gossip. Therefore, seducing a married woman requires nearly ten times the effort and time compared to seducing a young girl.

Ten years ago, when I first started working at a company, I was assigned to a subsidiary shopping mall for temporary internships during my training period. The mall had been open for many years, and there were very few new sales staff. Most were middle-aged women in their thirties. I was assigned to a hardware counter, where there were three women: one was over fifty and nearing retirement, and the other two were just over thirty, still retaining their charm despite their age. Because one of their husbands also worked in the mall, they were practically inseparable, making it nearly impossible to seduce her. The only one I could potentially work with was the woman at the counter who issued receipts. Her surname was Yu, and her husband was stationed out of town year-round as a clerk, while her child attended a private boarding school. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a newly made black dress with gold trim, her breasts were prominent, and she walked with her eyes fixed straight ahead, exuding an air of self-importance. Seeing her arrogant demeanor, I secretly resolved, "What's so great about her? I'll see how I get my hands on her."

Once a goal is set, action must be taken. Before long, through careful observation and covert investigation, a basic understanding and grasp of her daily preferences and whereabouts was quickly gained.

Because her husband and children were not around, she spent most of her free time at the mahjong table, except for work. However, whether due to limited skills or bad luck, she always lost more than she won. In casual conversations, she was mostly seen sighing and complaining, saying she lost 100 yesterday and 50 the day before. It was rare to see her beaming and elated. If she did, it was definitely because she had won that day. Women like her, who don't need to take care of their families in their spare time, are rare. Maintaining a card game every day would be difficult. Observing her expressions and catering to her preferences is a method I've always used to please women. Before long, I naturally became her card-playing partner. Although I was young at the time, as a gambler, I was no longer "young." I could basically be described as "experienced" and "battle-hardened." I had no interest in their small-scale gambling games. But my real intention was not to play cards. In order to please her, I deliberately gave her some cards that she wanted during the game. I would give her some winnings, or deliberately let her win some, and make small moves during the dealing and shuffling of cards, using special "skills" and "techniques" to create favorable conditions for her to win money. At crucial moments, I would intentionally or unintentionally give her subtle hints. In short, since I started cooperating, her luck improved significantly; she won much more than she lost, and her cheerful demeanor gradually increased. Of course, she was aware of my special "attention," as I played a crucial role in her transformation from a "frequent loser" to a "frequent winner." As time went on, our special relationship as "colleagues and card buddies" gradually brought us closer. From initial indifference to now constantly calling each other "little brother," it only took less than half a month. I knew I had succeeded in the first step.

Once a woman becomes close to you, all that's left is opportunity and courage. Because of the excuse of playing cards, I had more opportunities to be alone with her. But just having the opportunity to be alone with her wasn't enough; there also needed to be conditions. Only when both conditions and opportunities were met could you have a chance of success, and this chance, with careful planning and scheming, could become a reality.

As usual, the agreed-upon location was her house. I remember that it was drizzling that day, and on the way there, I had all sorts of fantasies. How exciting and novel it would be to have an affair with a married woman in the drizzling rain! When I arrived at her house, the card table was already set up, and she was anxiously waiting inside.

"Where are the others?"

Although I pretended to be concerned about the card game, I was secretly thinking how wonderful it would be if the two people I had arranged to meet didn't show up.

A golden opportunity presented itself. Half an hour later, the first friend I had booked called, saying her daughter had a high fever and had to go to the hospital, so she couldn't come. Although she was annoyed, she couldn't complain too much since the other person genuinely had something to do. She called the other friend, who called back, saying her husband's father had just come from the countryside and was mediating a conflict between his brother's family, so he couldn't come. Although I pretended to watch TV, I overheard the entire conversation. A rare opportunity! Facing my long-coveted prey, I felt a surge of joy. I squinted at her, and wow, she looked incredibly sexy today. A perfectly fitting, brand-new black cheongsam clung tightly to her slightly upturned, plump buttocks, her high, full breasts almost spilling out, alluring and tempting.

After making several more calls, she reluctantly came out of the room. "Young man, we can't play today. It's raining outside, and none of them want to come."

"Never mind then," I said, feigning indifference.

The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder. I got up, pretending to go out, and said, "Hey, it's raining so hard, why don't you play a little longer?"

Her face flushed slightly as she said this. Although we'd known each other for a long time, this was the first time we'd been alone together in a room with no one else around, so it was understandable that she wanted me to stay—it was raining so hard. But perhaps as a married woman, being with such a vibrant young man in such a downpour, it was impossible for her to remain calm. Her blush might have been because she'd thought of this, but this subtle expression didn't escape my hunter's eyes. Heh, where do you think you're going? A surge of joy welled up inside me…

"Do you have any DVDs? I want to watch some DVDs, TV is so boring…"

It's impossible for a middle-aged couple, so eager for sex, not to have pornographic DVDs at home. My choice to watch DVDs had a purpose.

She opened the drawer of CDs and let me choose, but all I found were newly released CDs; I couldn't find anything I wanted. "Is there anything interesting?"

"What? What's interesting? Aren't those movies interesting?"

She knew what I was going to say but deliberately changed the subject.

"Hehe, do you think I'm a child?"

I teased her.

"Are you an adult?"

She feigned an adult's demeanor.

"I'm very bad..."

I walked over and approached her.

"What are you doing..."

she asked breathlessly. "Doing bad things..."

I grinned lewdly as I moved closer to her.

"No, no, no, I can't, I'm your older sister." She backed away step by step, with nowhere to retreat, the sofa blocking her way.

"You can't even like your older sister?"

I chuckled, grabbing her hand. She retreated in fright, falling into the sofa. I pounced on her, seeking her lips. She flinched, her face flushed red.

"No...no..." she

cried, but her voice was weak.

At this point, the woman was powerless to defend herself, and sometimes, this kind of evasive woman only fueled my lust. Dry tinder and a raging fire, once lit, will burn fiercely.

The rain poured down, the loud noise unable to mask her heavy breathing. Our tongues swirled wildly in each other's mouths. It was my first time with a woman in a cheongsam, and I couldn't find a way to touch her, so I explored the cheongsam itself. She reached out a hand and gently unzipped one side of the cheongsam, slowly pulling it back. Wow, her skin was so beautifully maintained, smooth and delicate, soft and elastic. I greedily kissed her from her neck down. She panted softly, collapsing onto the sofa. I gently unhooked her bra. Her breasts were so beautiful, perky and incredibly elastic. I gently nibbled at them with my teeth, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "oh," perhaps because I used too much force, or perhaps because she couldn't help herself. I cupped her breasts in my hands and licked them incessantly with my tongue, sometimes gently nibbling with my teeth, sometimes swallowing them with my mouth, making "smacking" sounds with my skillful movements.

"Oh, a little gentler, a little gentler..."

she murmured. Her head was buried deep in the sofa.

Her cheongsam was gone, her bra unhooked, leaving her only in a pair of black, narrow-brimmed panties. I didn't rush to remove them, but instead slowly stroked along the outer edge of the panties, from top to bottom, rubbing along the contours. Then, I slipped my fingers inside the panties. Ah, the grass was already soaked. I slowly probed inside; such an alluring wetness, sticky and warm. The two petals were already slightly parted, the restless depths of the flower yearning for entry. There was no need to hesitate any longer. I joined my fingers together, pointing directly to the depths of her flower, stirring rapidly, faster and faster. "Oh, um..."

she moaned softly, her body moving rhythmically with the movement of my fingers. At this moment, my mouth never left her erect nipples, my teeth kneading and pressing them simultaneously. Under this intense stimulation, her primal desire was quickly activated, and her body writhed on the sofa. Not satisfied with my harassment at the edge, she pulled one hand from under me, looped it around my back, and thrust it between my legs, tightly gripping my rock-hard penis. She slowly began to stroke it, not quickly, but with a guiding and teasing touch. When I got up and removed all my clothes, looking at my erect penis, she chuckled softly, "It's so long..."

I flicked my penis, deliberately raising it high, and asked with a lewd grin, "Ready?"

"You little rascal!" she cursed, burying her head in the sofa like a child. This action was incredibly seductive and stimulating. I practically ripped off her panties, climbed onto her back, spread her legs, and accurately entered from behind. Her already soaked flower cave needed no guidance and flowed freely. Her flower cave, having given birth, was already loose, and with the pre-warming foreplay, my thick penis moved with ease and comfort. The loose flower cave had its own unique charm, because the direct stimulation to the root was relatively reduced. At least the accumulated magma erupted instantly. The thrusting became faster, more intense, and deeper with her waves of pleasure. She turned over, lying on her back with her legs raised high, her opening wide with a continuous stream of vaginal fluid, like a deep, unfathomable cave that needed to be filled to satisfy it. Thrust, thrust, and thrust again, deeper and deeper still. I gripped one of her raised legs in each hand, like a tireless old man pushing a cart, pushing rapidly in a "cart-pushing" motion. Although the rain was heavy, the "plop, plop" sounds of my penis and vagina during the thrusting were still clearly audible. My pent-up desire and lust, stimulated by the intense thrusting, finally reached their peak after 1000 rounds. A surge of heat shot down from the top of my head, gushing out. "Wow..."

I couldn't help but shout loudly, collapsing weakly against her already sweat-soaked chest, burying my face between her breasts, panting heavily. She held me tightly in front of her breasts, unwilling to let go for a long, long time.

"You little rascal, you finally succeeded..."

she said contentedly.

Haha, it turned out she had been aware of my scheme all along. Thinking about it, how could a woman in her prime, with her husband away for so long, possibly be content with her lot?

Thus, the plan to seduce the young woman was successfully completed. The lecherous man, still reveling in the affair, pressed for details. Later, I told her that after succeeding, the card games ended, and almost every night I would go to her house for a wild night. During those days, I was always hunched over, a sign of kidney deficiency, as anyone with a sense of morality would know. This affair continued until her husband returned from out of town. "Are you still in contact? Now…"

someone eagerly asked. I smiled without answering… because I had just met her in the bustling city center the day before yesterday. We smiled at each other and passed by. I didn't want to contact her again, and she didn't want to contact me again. Wasn't that good enough?

Chapter 72: The Young Woman in the Lonely Village

. That year, I was 25 years old, the vice-captain of an amateur wilderness survival training team. During a route reconnaissance, I got lost…

"Where am I?"

I opened my eyes: a low thatched hut, a simple wooden table. I remembered accidentally rolling down a hillside while searching for a path, and then losing consciousness… But where am I? I tried to get up, but "Ah!"

My whole body ached as if it were shattered.

"You're awake?"

A very pleasant voice came, but the pain was so intense I couldn't even turn my head. When she reached my side, I could see clearly: a beautiful woman dressed like a village girl, around 23 years old, stood before me. She had a slightly dark, reddish complexion, large, watery eyes, and was about 1.65 meters tall. Her full breasts accentuated her feminine charm. "You're awake? You've been unconscious for two whole days!"

"Where is this?"

"This is my home!"

She smiled, revealing two shallow dimples. I stared, speechless. Her face flushed slightly. "I found you collapsed on the hillside the day before yesterday, so I carried you back. You were covered in injuries, so I applied some herbal medicine. But your back injury is quite severe; you'll need to rest for a while!"

"Oh... thank you so much!"

She didn't say anything, just smiled sweetly and left. I drifted back to sleep, vaguely feeling a sweet taste flowing into my mouth in my dream.

Two days later, when I woke up again, I could finally move my neck and hands. That day, I chatted intermittently with this beautiful woman and learned about her background: her name was Lan, her parents had died early, and at 19 she married an orphan two years her senior who shared her plight. The couple built this house alone at the foot of the mountain. A month ago, her husband took their three-month-old, seriously ill son to seek medical treatment and accidentally fell off a cliff; their bodies were never found. She now lived alone. That night, she slept in the same bed as me, though at opposite ends, as it was the only bed in her house.

That night, I felt that sweet taste in my mouth again—sweet with a slightly fishy smell; it was definitely not my imagination. I opened my eyes. In the candlelight, Lan sat beside me, her eyes wide with fright, holding a spoon. "So you were feeding me?"

I said. "What is it?"

Lan blushed and said, "Nothing, nothing, I made you some tonic."

"Then why didn't you take it out during the day?" "

I...I...it's just steamed."

"Thank you for your hard work."

With Lan's help, I finished the "nourishment" she was giving me, and we both went to sleep again. But I couldn't fall asleep anymore: "What exactly is this? It definitely wasn't steamed; the temperature wasn't high, Lan didn't even need to blow on it to cool it down. What is this taste...?"

I suddenly remembered the two wet spots on Lan's chest during the day, could it be...? I felt hot all over. The next day, I pretended not to know and asked Lan, "Do you still have the nourishment you fed me yesterday?"

Lan stood there blankly, her face flushed, "No...it's gone."

It seems I guessed right, it must have been Lan's breast milk! My little brother immediately stood up.

"Lan,"

"Hmm?" "

I...I need to pee," Lan said, blushing. She grabbed a chamber pot, pulled back the blanket, and used the spout to catch my penis. I deliberately taunted her by sticking my penis up a little before she obediently peed. I kept staring at Lan and noticed that her eyes never left my penis. Could it be that she...?

That night, I couldn't sleep because I had something on my mind. Suddenly, I felt Lan touch my foot. I didn't say anything. After a while, Lan touched my thigh. Seeing that I didn't react, she carefully reached for my penis. She gently touched it a few times, and my penis quickly changed under her caress. After a while, she finally grasped my penis with her hand, but it didn't move. I felt a surge of pleasure, and my penis twitched. I couldn't help but touch Lan's foot. Lan was startled and her body trembled. She even forgot to remove her hand. "Lan!"

I called out. She didn't answer, but her hand was still holding my penis. "You fed me your milk last night, didn't you?"

"How did you know?"

she exclaimed in surprise. "I want to drink it now." She

remained silent for a long time, then silently got up and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, she came back in with a bowl. She walked to my bedside and silently fed me. My breathing gradually became heavier. Suddenly, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. Lan, caught off guard, fell onto my chest. Just as she tried to struggle, I held her head with both hands and sealed her lips with mine. "Mmm..."

Lan gently twisted her body, trying to resist, but her strength was weak. After a while, she even put her tongue in my mouth and kissed me passionately. I couldn't move my body, only my hands. One hand was around her waist, and the other hand wandered restlessly towards her breasts. She was only wearing a homemade... She wore a vest, her breasts pushing against it, revealing a patch of snow-white skin from the neckline. Under my kisses and my ministrations, Lan's breathing grew heavier. I seized the opportunity to rip off her vest, lifting her slightly, and sucking on one of her breasts, milk spraying into my mouth. Her nipple hardened under my teasing. Lan couldn't take it anymore; she automatically pulled down her pants and climbed on top of me, kissing me, her lower body rubbing against my stomach, her juices wetting the hair that spread across my belly. I held her waist, moving her to my penis. Lan reached out and grabbed it, aiming it at her vulva, and sat down. "Ah..."

Suddenly, her hips lifted. "What's wrong?"

"Yours is so long, it almost hurt me."

Saying this, she slowly sat down again until my penis was fully inside. She lay on top of me, panting for a while. "Yours is too long, it's a little uncomfortable when it goes in."

I held one breast in each hand and said, "Just move it up and down a bit."

Lan obediently moved it up and down a few times, then couldn't help but moan, "Mmm...oh...so good. Mmm...so comfortable." She kept increasing the speed of her movements, so I had to hold her waist. Lan's hands caressed her bouncing breasts, and she kept saying, "Good husband...so comfortable...I've never...felt so...comfortable before." I held Lan's buttocks and helped her move. "Ah...I'm going to die..."

A warm spray fell on my glans, and Lan collapsed onto my chest. I held her buttocks and rubbed them back and forth around my penis. "So comfortable, good husband." "You're so lewd,"

I said. "Ah!" Lan suddenly sat up, looking at me, tears streaming down her face. "I...how could I...do this? I'm so sorry to my husband!"

She tried to stand up, but I quickly grabbed her hands. "Your husband is dead, have you forgotten?"

"I...but..."

Lan stood there, bewildered. I pulled her close to my chest. "I'll cherish you and love you from now on."

As I spoke, I licked away Lan's tears with my tongue, and as I licked, my tongue slipped into her mouth. My hands around her waist began to move in circles. I don't know if it was my words that put her at ease, or if the pleasure from her vagina had overwhelmed her, but Lan started kissing me again. I freed one hand to pinch her nipple, and she began to move her lower body automatically... During her third orgasm, I ejaculated deep into Lan's vagina. She lay quietly on top of me, enjoying the pleasure within her body...

Whether it was the effectiveness of Lan's herbal remedies or the nourishing effect of her breast milk, my wound healed quickly. Ten days later, I was able to get out of bed. I slowly walked out of the small house, enjoying the long-awaited sunshine. Lan was working in the vegetable garden in front of the cottage, her full breasts peeking out from her neckline, making my mouth dry. I quietly walked up to Lan and said, "So beautiful."

Lan looked up and smiled charmingly at me. "I meant your breasts!"

She paused, her face flushing red. "You're so annoying!"

I laughed and reached out to grab one of her breasts (our cottage was a detached house, and the nearest neighbor was across a mountain, so we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us). She spat softly. I couldn't resist any longer. I picked up Lan and kissed her passionately. Lan responded enthusiastically. I quickly took off our clothes and carried her to the bushes. Lan shyly closed her eyes. I licked her nipples, which immediately hardened, and milk flowed out. I sucked hard and held the milk in my mouth, then brought it to Lan's lips and transferred it to her mouth. "How is it? It tastes good, right? This is your own milk."

Lan didn't answer, but hugged my head and kissed me forcefully. I guided my penis to her vagina with one hand and gently inserted it. Lan couldn't help but take a deep breath. I slowly thrust in and out, and Lan, with her eyes closed, studied the rhythm and moaned softly, "Mmm... ^ mmm..."

I suddenly pulled out my penis, stopped, and looked at Lan's seductive expression. After a while, Lan felt me stop moving. She opened her eyes and saw me looking at her mischievously. She let out a soft "ooh" and turned her head to the side. The sight of her made me unable to resist any longer. I thrust my erect penis into her vagina with all my might. "Ah!" Lan was startled and grabbed my shoulders. I thrust in and out relentlessly. Lan cried out, "It's...it's going to go...it's so...long...I'm...going to die from pleasure...I'm going to die...husband, you...you're so amazing...I'm...coming...coming to my core...ah...ah...faster..."

I held her waist and moved from side to side. A gush of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans. Lan was left only panting heavily. "Are you crazy? Your back isn't even healed yet!"

Lan said as she recovered. “I’m doing this for my darling’s comfort; I’d be willing to die for you.”

With my penis still inside her, Lan sat up. “Then you lie down, I’ll do it.”

I obediently lay down, and Lan guided my penis to her vagina. I grasped my breasts with both hands, quietly enjoying the sensation, and finally, we both reached orgasm.

Half a month later, I had fully recovered, but I couldn’t bear to leave Lan and her tender cave. A month later, I left the small house and returned to my city. No matter how much I begged Lan, she refused to come home with me. She didn’t stop me, saying that we had different lives, we were from two different worlds, and it was impossible for us to be together. A month after I returned home, I received a letter from Lan through a third party. The letter said she was pregnant with my child and told me not to look for her anymore. I didn't listen and went once, but there was only an empty room left, with the bowl that used to hold milk in front of the door... (

Excerpt from Chapter 73: The Shy Wife's Swapping)

My wife was kneeling naked on the floor, her buttocks raised, her hands supporting her slightly parted thighs, her head lowered, her hair hanging down, half-covering her face. Her eyes were slightly closed, her lips pursed, and she intermittently let out muffled groans, her body occasionally convulsing. I sat naked cross-legged in front of my wife. Her entire body was tense, while I sat relaxed, my arms resting on my thighs, my chin propped up, watching my wife enjoy the hand beneath her, another man's hand. This hand seemed to possess techniques I had no idea about.

Only the hand of the man behind my wife was exposed to the light. This hand reached from my wife's buttocks to her crotch, and I, in front of her, could only see part of the fingertips occasionally darting out to brush against my wife's pubic hair. The dim, soft light came from a small lamp on the floor beside my wife and me. Only this small lamp was lit in the room. The liquid flowing from my wife's inner thighs reflected countless tiny images of the lamp.

Her genitals were covered by this hand for a little over two minutes; her body was covered in glistening beads of sweat, and the floor beneath her was soaked. She let out intermittent, suppressed moans, her hands almost clenching her thighs. She began violently swaying her hips back and forth, as if trying to get rid of something she couldn't shake off. After a few such swaying motions, she seemed to have learned something from the hand beneath her, or perhaps received some command; suddenly, she began moving her hips up and down, as if trying to sit on the hand. Her hips moved up and down, her vagina manipulating the fingers of this hand.

Only then did I see the hand more clearly, and to my surprise, it seemed this hand had already entered my wife's anus. My wife never allowed me to have anal sex with her, and she almost never allowed me to insert my fingers into her anus. But now, it seemed this hand was guiding and teasing my wife's hips and waist. Following its instructions, she was making shameless gestures with another man's hand right in front of me. Before, when my wife and I used the woman-on-top position, her vagina would encircle my penis as she sat on my lap, only slowly rubbing, never moving up and down, nor would she sit with her hips facing me. But this hand, in just three minutes, accomplished two things I had never done before: first, it penetrated my wife's anus; second, it made her make the shameless motion of moving her hips up and down.

After about five minutes, my wife suddenly screamed, her knees jerking off the floor as if trying to stand, but she suddenly collapsed into my arms. Her hands gripped my waist tightly, her head resting on my lap, my penis rapidly erect against her sweaty face, but she didn't notice at all. At this moment, the wife's buttocks were raised high in the air, shaking wildly. She desperately tried to stand up, her feet covered in sweat, and the floor was slippery from her vaginal fluids. Her feet kept slipping on the floor as if she were going mad. Her waist convulsed violently, causing her buttocks to sway violently in the air, but even with this violent shaking, her buttocks were still firmly held in place by that hand.

My view was blocked by my wife's buttocks. The fingers of that hand were probably digging into her vagina, or perhaps the thumb was digging into her anus, but unfortunately I couldn't see. That hand was gripping my wife like that, forcefully lifting her buttocks into the air. The hand slowly lifted her buttocks higher and higher, and her excited screams quickly turned into frantic cries. Her legs could no longer touch the floor; they were just kicking wildly in the air. With each wave of orgasm, her legs made a convulsive, frog-like kicking motion. Each time her legs straightened, then convulsed, then suddenly bent before straightening again and convulsing. Each convulsion lasted longer than the last. This continued for about a minute until her legs could no longer return to their normal position, and her cries turned into weak whimpers. My wife seemed to have fainted. The hand waited a little longer before finally releasing her, withdrawing from between her legs, and disappearing into the shadows.

Chapter 74 The Red-Haired Wife

(Chapter 1) My wife is a primary school teacher with a tall, voluptuous figure and a beautiful, dignified face. But perhaps you wouldn't expect that when she stands on the podium, lecturing earnestly, her graceful body beneath that elegant, well-fitting business suit is actually straining her thighs together—her vagina and uterus are filled with thick semen, gushing outwards.

A stream of semen has already broken through the covering of her black lace panties, slowly flowing down her thighs. There is so much semen that it slightly swells her lower abdomen, and the resulting pressure and effort to tighten her vaginal walls give her waves of pleasure, a constant, slight trembling that originates from her vagina and rushes to her brain and entire body.

My wife's face and skin turn flushed and hot, and the feeling of being rubbed and sucked still lingers on her full breasts, which are not wearing a bra; her erect nipples stand out clearly against her outer clothing. Her voice grew increasingly seductive, accompanied by soft panting. Unfortunately, the children below the podium were oblivious, only the growing number of parents picking up their children outside the window could see it clearly.

Unlike the parents of other classes, who were mostly elderly people and women, the parents picking up their children from my wife's class were all robust men. Even the male staff members at the school showed unusual interest in this class. They knew perfectly well that my wife's current allure was the result of their efforts throughout the day at different times and places, and that they would continue to try—I already knew that so much semen couldn't all be from me, although I'm quite capable myself.

(Chapter Two)

7:00 As the light in the bedroom gradually brightened, my wife slowly woke up from her sleep, lazily stretching her limbs. The feeling of our "battle" last night still lingered in her body. She couldn't help but turn her head, looking at me still asleep, a shy and happy smile appearing on her beautiful face.

We were from the same hometown and were classmates in university. At the time, I was the youngest in the class, and my wife was a year older than me. I had never been in a relationship before, and no one expected that she, known as the "beauty of the department," would be won over by a "greenhorn" like me.

Most of my rivals were intimidated by her dignified, elegant, and aloof demeanor; they never even dared to hold her hand. She had never even kissed me before, but I, with my headstrong impulsiveness and a rudimentary understanding of female psychology gleaned from the "sex education textbooks" I devoured in high school, gradually won her heart. I discovered that my wife actually had a vulnerable and submissive side; once you opened her heart, she would give herself completely.

My wife came from a strict family, and her views on sex were very conservative. We started dating in our sophomore year, and it wasn't until my birthday in our final semester of senior year that she gave me her virginity, which she had treasured for over twenty years. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

After graduation, my wife returned to her hometown and became a teacher at a primary school in the county town; she loved her job. After working in a government office for half a year, I couldn't resist quitting and started my own business. After a few years, I've achieved some success. Mainly, everything was on track, and I had more free time, so we naturally got married. We've been together for five years now.

Our sex life has been very fulfilling these past five years. My energy and desire are equally strong; I make love to my wife almost every day, always trying different methods. My wife, however, acts like it's her first time, maintaining a virginal reserve and shyness.

She's so gentle and shy, it even gives one a sense of submissiveness. She accepts whatever I do, and this submissiveness sometimes makes me unsure whether she's willing or enduring, happy or in pain. But whatever it is, I crave that suffering expression and moaning from her. Those expressions and moans always give me a sense of conquest, bringing me to a climax!

My wife is incredibly sexy without being lewd during sex. No matter how much I arouse her or how excited she is, she never shows any sign of wantonness. I can only tell from her alluring eyes, her burning skin, her swaying hips, her controlled breathing, and her rapidly secreting fluids that she is also enjoying herself.

My wife never initiates sex; she gently reminds me with her watery eyes and blushing cheeks. And whenever I need her, she is always willing to oblige, making me happy as if it were her duty in our sex life. However, she has her own principles: I must wear a condom because we don't want children yet. Even if I'm impatient, my wife will gently and insistently put one on for me. Also, my wife doesn't like oral or anal sex. Although I insist, she has tried it once or twice, but never successfully. She thinks it's "dirty" and painful.

Apart from that, my wife is truly an excellent sexual partner. The wonderful blend of elegance and sexiness in her makes me feel an uncontrollable desire whenever I see her.

Just like last night, we made love from 10 pm to midnight, leaving our marks everywhere from the living room to the bedroom. I changed positions at least seven or eight times, from missionary to doggy style. My wife's breathing and moans became more and more rapid, and her vaginal contractions became stronger and stronger.

When I carried her to the large mirror and showed her her flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, she let out a soft, coquettish sound, closed her eyes tightly, and squeezed me even tighter with her thighs. I could clearly feel the increased grip on my penis inside her vagina, and I couldn't help but ejaculate as I thrust in as deep as I could.

Even though there was a thin membrane between us, the heat hitting her uterus still made her let out an uncontrollable cry, and her love juice gushed out from the vaginal walls. We both reached orgasm at the same time. In her dazed state, my wife bit my shoulder, and we collapsed onto the bed, too weak to even wipe away the sweat and fluids. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms…

My wife snapped out of her reverie, leaned down, and kissed the teeth marks on my shoulder with her full, rosy lips, smiling wryly. She gently lifted the blanket, revealing my erect penis, still wrapped in last night's condom, the tip brimming with semen. A blush rose to my wife's face. She gently bit her lip, still holding the base of my penis with her left hand, while her slender, white fingers gently and slowly rolled the condom up, careful not to wake me. When the condom reached the tip, it seemed the overflowing semen was about to spill.

My wife held my penis with one hand, grabbed a piece of toilet paper from beside the pillow with the other, wrapped it around the glans, and with a gentle pull and a twist of her wrist, caught the entire bag of semen without spilling a drop.

This was a "homework" my wife did almost every morning, so much so that she knew it by heart. However, the stimulation of her sensitive areas still made my body twitch a few times. My wife chuckled softly, shrugged her bare shoulders, and got out of bed carrying my bag of "seeds and grandchildren." I hesitated, thinking of putting on my underwear before going to the bathroom, but seeing the glistening, dried fluid between her legs, I hesitated. My wife, still naked, tiptoed out of the bedroom.

As her soft footsteps disappeared outside the bedroom door, I suddenly opened my eyes. I had been awake for a while; I always woke up at this time because I knew my pure and dignified wife was about to begin her day of blissful sexual activity.

She tried her best to hide all of this from me, to maintain her image as a virtuous wife in my eyes, because her heart was pure, her love for me had never changed, and her actions were all for my reputation, all to maintain this marriage she cherished. However, what my wife didn't know was that all of this was meticulously planned and orchestrated by me, and everything was under my control.

(Chapter 3)

7:10 It wasn't long before class started, and the tireless noise of elementary school students could be faintly heard through the window. Because my wife's school was located in the city center, in a very good location, when the school built teachers' apartments, we decided to settle down near the school. This would make it very convenient for my wife to get to work; she could sleep at least half an hour longer in the morning and go directly to the classroom when it was time.

Through the half-open bedroom door, I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom; my wife was washing away the traces of our lovemaking the night before. My wife is very clean and has always been in the habit of showering twice a day. Back in college, I joked that her daily shower pass money was enough for me to buy a plate of cheat sheets at the cafeteria, for which she would call me a little stinky pig for barely showering a few times a month. Lately, she's been showering even more frequently, and I know why, of course.

There's a bathtub in the ensuite bathroom, but my wife doesn't want to wake me, so she goes to the outer bathroom to shower, which is convenient for me; I can now prepare myself at my leisure each day. I got out of bed, quickly washed away the love fluid my wife had left on my lower abdomen in the ensuite bathroom, put on a nightgown, and quietly walked to the hallway.

Normally, my wife wouldn't hear any noise outside while she's showering, but to make this game last longer and provide greater stimulation, I'd rather she think I'm still dreaming.

I checked the swivel lock on the bathroom door; it probably wasn't locked from the inside. That's not important; what's important is the security door. I gently retracted the bolt of the security door lock, leaving it slightly ajar—enough for anyone with ulterior motives. My wife has a bad memory; if I told her she forgot to lock the security door, she wouldn't suspect a thing.

Now it was time to put my secret weapon, which I'd spent several days setting up, to use. I bought these pinhole cameras and monitors while on business in the provincial capital, and installing them discreetly, despite not being an expert, took a lot of effort.

Although I'd tested the angles yesterday afternoon, I still checked each camera again: the two in the living room were on the TV wall and next to the picture frame above the sofa, looking like nail heads; the one on the balcony was on top of the storage cabinet, and the one in the kitchen was on top of the range hood—all places my wife couldn't see or notice. The one in the bathroom was next to the water heater pipe; that's what I needed most. As for the cameras in the bedroom and study, it seemed I wouldn't be able to use them until the afternoon at the earliest. With

everything ready, I eagerly returned to the bedroom, took the monitor from my bedside table, and, with a pounding heart, turned it on, switching to the bathroom camera…

the picture quality was fantastic! The position, about 30 centimeters above a person's height, was a perfect angle. Perhaps because the water temperature wasn't too high, there was very little steam. The camera's automatic light and focus functions were also excellent; my wife's body was clearly visible on the screen. It seems the money I spent on this setup was well worth it.

My wife was washing her lower body, so I couldn't see her face, but her curvaceous figure was even more alluring on the screen: her firm breasts, like two trembling milk jellies, jiggled with her movements, and her two bright red nipples, like cherries on jelly, were exceptionally fresh and eye-catching; her slender yet strong waist swayed gracefully, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat, and her full, rounded buttocks seemed to defy gravity, perking up perfectly.

The most attractive features of a woman were combined so perfectly in my wife! This was all thanks to her long-term exercise—not just in bed, of course. My wife practiced rhythmic gymnastics from a young age and even won a medal at the provincial university games!

My wife had strong muscles and taut skin, long legs uncommon for East Asians, which made her genitals appear high, perfectly fitting the requirements of an art model. Her fair skin was almost flawless, and her long, black hair, wet, shone with an oily sheen.

This strikingly contrasting, voluptuous female body was my daily bedmate, the "public wife" I had intentionally created for the students' parents and teachers? Was she just a "public toilet" for the men in the neighborhood to use at will? But when she looked up, I saw a face radiating pure elegance, a pair of bright eyes—where was there even a trace of a wanton woman? This beautiful body was like a spring scene from a classical oil painting, making one forget worldly concerns. I couldn't help but ask myself, was everything I was doing right?

Undoubtedly, my perverse psychology was greatly satisfied; I was almost constantly excited by my wife's physical experiences. But what about my wife? Was this deception or harm? How would she react if she knew that most of the men who took her body were arranged by her husband? However, I seem to have noticed that my wife has gradually become accustomed to this continuous, immoral sexual intercourse, and is deriving increasing pleasure from it. So, it's a win-win situation for us?

When did all this start? Oh, it all started with those erotic literature websites I've been obsessed with since college, like Giant Bean, Asian Love, Wuji, and Sex Tiger…

My thoughts drifted further and further away, and I didn't even notice the man's hand on the small screen in the living room. He gently opened the slightly ajar security door, then closed it again with practiced ease, turning and walking straight to the bathroom without even checking his surroundings. Clearly, this was a regular; he knew my wife and I'd perfectly timed our routines, knowing perfectly well that I was definitely sleeping in the bedroom at this hour, while my wife was definitely showering in the bathroom.

I was still lost in thought until the man reached the bathroom door and tried to turn the lock. That's when I snapped back to reality. All thoughts of repentance vanished, replaced by a powerful sexual urge to spy on my wife's infidelity. Men, it's always the penis that commands the brain!

I steadied myself and stared at the screen. From this angle, I could only see the back of the man standing outside the bathroom. I couldn't help but grit my teeth in regret. But I wouldn't have to wait long; the camera in the bathroom would soon come in handy.

Before this system was installed, although I opened the security door almost every morning, and every few days some audacious man would sneak in, I could only strain my ears to eavesdrop through the door.

Sometimes I could tell from his tone and accent, and sometimes from the name my wife blurted out in surprise, but more often I could only hear my wife's surprised voice, the man's lustful, impatient, and lewd voice, short, stifling sounds of resistance and struggle, my wife's soft pleas being silenced by a gag; then the sounds of flesh colliding, the man's excited, heavy breathing, my wife's increasingly clear but deliberately suppressed moans; then the strange sound of the man thrusting with all his might, followed by a brief silence, and finally the sound of my wife sighing and washing up after the man hurriedly closed the door and left; and of course, the sound of my wife's footsteps as she went to the bedroom door to listen for any movement.

I could only guess who it was, and then spend the whole day lining up all the male faculty members in the school: I knew that at this time in the morning, it couldn't be a student's parent or anyone else. This frustration of deduction led me to decide to install this camera system with sound; today, I would finally fulfill my long-held wish to "live stream"!

The figure on the screen turned the bathroom doorknob; sure enough, it wasn't locked! It seems that my wife had lowered her guard these past few days because I hadn't opened the door as usual due to the installation plan (she occasionally remembers to close the door when I leave it open, which is when the impatient man outside suffers). Hearing the doorknob turn, my wife, who was drying herself with a large towel on the bathroom screen, subconsciously stopped. I saw a complex expression on her face: surprise, worry, suspicion, resistance, and perhaps a glimmer of hope.

The doorknob turned to its full extent, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a man's figure in front of my wife and the camera.

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