After my wife got pregnant

To lull her son to sleep, Mom told him a story while touching his penis, saying, "It's so late,
the little car should go into the garage and sleep." The son obediently went to sleep. Later that night, when Dad came home, he and Mom
started bedtime routine." While they were doing it, Mom said, "The big car should go into the garage,
" and then she put Dad's penis inside her. Unfortunately, the son woke up just then and overheard Mom's words. He said, "
Dad's being naughty! The car's two wheels are still outside!" while pointing to Dad's exposed testicles.

Okay, I admit this joke is a bit low-IQ, haha, but it was definitely
the first dirty joke I heard in sixth grade. I'm not telling this joke because I'm getting nostalgic, but because my "big
car" also has nowhere to go; my "private garage" has been occupied, and I willingly let it be.
Don't get too wicked off. Although I've fantasized like that before, haha, the reality is my wife is pregnant.
I guess every soon-to-be father would be happy about that, haha… But after taking my wife to the doctor, they said
her progesterone levels were too low, and the placenta was implanted too low, so be careful of miscarriage. She needs to rest in bed at home. Finally, the doctor
said meaningfully, "Generally, you can have sex after three months of pregnancy, but in your wife's case, it's best to
wait until after the baby is born." My wife and I blushed deeply. Okay, here's the problem: if we leave
the "car" (pregnancy) parked outside for a long time, how cruel and miserable it would be to be exposed to wind, rain, sun, and dirt!
Hire prostitute? Who knows which one might be sick? Have a one-night stand? Dude, have some conscience! Look
how slowly I'm talking. By the time I've finished a one-night stand, my son will probably be calling me "Dad." Why would I want to have sex?
No, even if I did, I couldn't. Being gay is too risky. Brothers, sexual happiness is something you have to fight for.
They say a woman has three holes, haha, let's leave the two down there for now, there's still one up there,
right? Haha. But thinking about my wife's usual performance during sex, my little brother involuntarily shrank
back. Oral sex really isn't something any woman can do; it really requires talent. Every time my wife gives
me oral sex, I risk having to put an OMG bandage on my little brother. So in the end, what leaves the deepest impression
isn't the ecstasy, but her gleaming white teeth and the excruciating pain in my testicles and
genitals. It's truly a disaster! What a disaster!

A son's lack of education is the father's fault; a wife's incompetence is the husband's laziness. If you don't work hard usually, how can you expect to succeed at the last minute?
However I do have some brains. I don't remember if I read it online or heard it from someone else, but you can
practice your oral skills with bananas. Peel a banana, put it in your mouth, and use only your lips and tongue to slice it thinner and thinner. The final result should be
a banana that is thin and long without breaking, and without leaving any teeth marks. So I discussed this with my wife.
After hearing it, she looked at me with a strange expression. "Honey, it
would be so great " I shamelessly clung to her, "Good wife, good wife." "Okay, go buy some. I've
been constipated these past few days (bananas)." (Also, it treats constipation?) "After receiving the order, I rushed back with great speed,
peeled each banana, and placed them in front of my wife. She leaned comfortably against the sofa, eyes glued to the TV, one
hand outstretched . I quickly offered her the banana, but before I could even speak, she parted her red lips, her soft tongue darting out
to slurp it up—what a swirl of beauty! I wished I could replace that
banana Before I could even finish my admiration, I saw her white teeth flash, and the banana was gone in
a flash. She closed her mouth and chewed, her cheeks bulging, and then she stuffed the remaining half into her mouth.
Good heavens , my wish from earlier didn't count!" "Ah, honey, that's not how you eat a banana!" I started patiently
explaining to my wife. "Get lost!" she snapped. "Eating is about enjoying yourself!
How am I won't care if your son goes hungry!" "Honey, this banana... well, pregnant women come first. Enjoy it!"
Looks like this trick isn't working. I'll have to go online and learn some other methods. I took a few steps. "Honey
... shut up!" My wife's mouth was stuffed full. "What kind of prenatal education is this?" I thought to myself.
"Honey, just say something when you feel something." So, my wife used her hand like a banana leaf fan to fan me from the living room back to the bedroom.

I opened my first entertainment website to see what new movies were on. My sexual happiness these past few months has been thanks to my "fifth
sister " (a euphemism for masturbation). About half an hour later, after replying to a few posts, I heard my wife shout from the living room,
"Honey, I feel it!" Damn, so fast! Looking at my wife's aptitude, it seems it wasn't that she was incapable before;
ultimately because I, the husband, hadn't been skilled enough in "training" her
. "Hey wife," I thought, and without even taking off my shirt, I pulled down my pants and underwear together, stumbling back to the living room. "Where is she?" I asked. Just then, my wife
called , "We're going to do it there!" She'd finally figured it out.
"You know about romance, right? It's all about romance!" I said, opening the bathroom door. My wife looked at me with surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Didn't you say you felt it?"
"I...I...I..." I pointed at my little brother—no, now it's a big car! My wife paused for two seconds, then said, "Get lost
! Don't you have anything important to say? I said I'm constipated and I feel the urge to poop!" Damn, what is it? Explain
yourself, wife! Don't play games like this! My wife looked at my expression and laughed. A
grown man, shirtless with his shirt pulled down to his ankles,
his manhood bulging out, rushed over to see his wife pooping. What's going on? What's the meaning of this?
It was incredibly embarrassing.

Frustrated, I returned to the bedroom and decided to relax and download my porn movie. Just then, my wife's voice came again
, "I feel better! Honey, honey, come quick! I pooped so much
, it's two or three pounds!" I put my hand to my forehead in the bedroom. "Wife, poop is measured in piles, puddles, or even just a lump, but
it's never weighed by the pound!" "Hehe...is this the image?" My wife came in, hands on her hips and belly sticking out. Okay, okay
, if we keep talking, she'll probably have a baby like Arale, a cute little girl who insists on poking poop with a stick
, and she even prefers the steaming kind. Just thinking about it gives me a chill. Let's stop this topic, honey.

My wife leaned against the bed, watching me sit at the computer desk without saying a word, and then started teasing me again: "Honey,
come here." "What? Grandma?" "Are you angry?" My wife lowered her eyes and said coyly, "No, I'm just annoyed
. It's just eating a banana, is it that hard to learn? Haven't I seen you always putting it in your mouth?" "No..."
"It's about the banana, honey. You don't know, it's fun to put my soft penis in my mouth, but it's not
fun when it gets hard. It's disgusting, and my saliva keeps dripping. I just can't seem to get it right," my wife said, sounding aggrieved.
"Nonsense! If your husband knew what it tasted like in his mouth, would you still want it? Wouldn't he
be a rabbit then? Okay, okay, baby, it's
okay, it's okay," I said, pushing off the floor and sliding my computer chair next to my wife. Look how aggrieved she is. "Hehe, but honey, doesn't it hurt when you get hard?" "
It's okay, honey, I still have my 'five fingers'," I said, showing off my left hand (I'm left-handed, haha
...). My wife put my hand in her lap. "Don't tire it out, okay?" "Oh my god, do you think you're a
superhero? Masturbating for an hour or two, even if my hand isn't tired, my penis will probably get hot and cooked from all the friction!" "
How about this, honey, I'll use my hand to give it to you, okay?" "My wife pouted and leaned closer, saying, 'That's good, even if it's a compromise,
it's not bad,' hehe. So my wife reached out and cupped my penis, starting by rubbing my testicles
. I felt a warm current coming from my testicles, slowly rising to my penis. My wife's thumb and forefinger gently pinched
my erect glans, while the remaining three fingers took care of my penis and testicles. Just
as , I felt my penis getting warmer and warmer, and there was a slight stinging sensation. 'Wife
, don't use too much force!' 'I didn't use any force!' No, no, the stinging sensation is getting clearer and clearer. I sat
up and stopped my wife's hand from continuing. 'Wife, what have you touched?' 'Nothing.'"
"Oh dear, we had stir-fried pork with green peppers for dinner, but I washed my hands." My wife looked at me innocently.
Good heavens, green peppers??? You? Even if there's still a hint of spiciness on your hands, my little brother can't handle it!
Are you trying to make your husband impotent? Go wash up in the bathroom right now. What can you do with a wife like this
?

After washing, I lay on the bed. My wife tried to climb on top of me, but I quickly stopped her. "Just stay there,
all this fuss will ruin the mood. Go to sleep." "Honey, am I stupid?" my wife stammered. "
Without you, honey, I only get a little excited for a moment, then it's over." "Really?" "Really?
Come here, let me hold you." "Hey... honey, if you're really feeling unwell, go out and find a prostitute, but be
careful and don't catch any diseases. Also, no one-night stands. I'd rather you spend money to have fun than have a one-night stand.
I'm afraid another woman will steal you away. Look at the TV and the newspapers, they're all saying that wives are pregnant and can't satisfy
their husbands, so the husbands have affairs, and in the end, the husbands run off with other women. What's the use of having a child then
? If that's the case, it's better not to have the child." The wife said in a low voice, "Nonsense, don't
compare your husband to those men. If a man wants to have an affair, you can't stop him no matter how hard you try. His heart isn't with you anymore,
what's the use of keeping him? Okay, honey, to put your mind at ease, I'll quit sex. I want to
wait our little baby to be born, and then we can enjoy our time together, okay?" "Really?" "
Honey, starting today—no, starting tomorrow—I won't visit any more porn sites. I don't want to think about this anymore." "That's so good of you, honey
. As long as you're good, I'll definitely reward you." My wife smiled mysteriously at me after saying that.

The night passed uneventfully, and dawn broke. As the saying goes, things go on and on, but not two days later, my wife,
citing my inability to take care of her due to my work schedule, suggested that her older sister, Sister Hua, move in to take care of her. Speaking of which, let me
briefly tell you about Sister Hua. Readers, you can temporarily put your hands away from your penises, hehe… My wife
's father passed away early, and her mother also passed away when my wife was in junior high school, leaving only the two sisters to depend on each other.
To allow my wife to continue her education, Sister Hua, who is four years older than my wife, dropped out of school to find work. Because of her low
education always struggled to find a job, neither high enough nor low enough. Perhaps due to the pressure of supporting her family in her childhood,
she developed a fierce personality. After marriage, she frequently fought with her
husband he, in turn, became an alcoholic. It's easy to see that Sister Hua's marriage wasn't happy.
After their divorce, her five-year-old niece was temporarily cared for by her grandmother until Sister Hua recovered. Sister Hua's
plan was to remarry with her child, but remarrying is no
easy . She wanted someone of similar age, with good financial conditions, and who couldn't bring a child.
It was harder than a young woman finding a partner! She dated several... After that, the remarriage was put on hold. To help Hua Jie,
my wife funded the opening of a stationery wholesale store for her, where she lived and ate. Since
it wasn't too far from our house, Hua Jie would come back for meals every few days.

Now, my wife suggested that Hua Jie move in with us, living and eating here. I thought about it; I
get home early and late from work, and my wife can't cook or stand the smell of oily food anymore. Having Hua Jie here
would be helpful, so I agreed and prepared the smaller bedroom for Hua Jie. After
finishing Hua Jie's room, I discovered a problem: because our house isn't very big, we only
installed a 2-horsepower air conditioner in the living room. At night, we... The air conditioner was on, and the bedroom door was open
, so the temperature was just right. However, Hua Jie's room was already very sunny because it faced the sun, and our city
is known for consistently high temperatures. When it got really hot, even the fan was blowing hot air,
and it was difficult to sleep at night without air conditioning. But we couldn't exactly install another air conditioner for Hua Jie

, could we? My wife thought for a moment and said, "Then let's just leave the door open." What? Leave the door open? My wife, it's summer
! She's already wearing very little clothing, and you want to sleep with the bedroom door open at night? I curled my lip. "What, you surnamed Jiao,
what other ideas do you have? Hmm?" Goodness, that "hmm" was so resounding. Seeing my wife
's , I immediately transformed into "Eunuch Jiao," saying, "This servant wouldn't dare, but there is indeed an inconvenience. Please, Your Majesty, reconsider!" "My mind is made up. You need not say anything more. Court adjourned. "
The next evening, after work, I returned home to find Sister Hua had already moved in
. After dinner, I watched TV in the living room while my wife and Sister Hua went into the bedroom, saying they wanted to watch
idol dramas on the computer. Because the air conditioner was in the living room, the bedroom door remained open, and bursts of laughter and
whispers . Women, it's true what they say: where there are many chickens and ducks, there's much manure; where there are many women, there's much laughter. To be honest,
Sister Hua and my wife look very alike—after all, they're sisters. However, if you observe closely, you'll notice the differences between the two sisters.
Although my wife was only recently pregnant, she was still quite thin and dressed in the style of a sophisticated urban woman. Sister Hua, who was
three or four years older than my wife and had given birth before, had a fuller, more curvaceous figure and a more mature, womanly charm.
My wife had mentioned to me more than once how full and large Sister Hua's breasts were, though unfortunately
they a bit saggy, haha. After all, she had breastfed. In comparison, my wife's were rather… average (if you dare say they're small,
you'll come after me later!). My wife had complained that it's true what they say, "We drink the same milk, but we can't grow the same breasts,"
haha. I'm getting a bit off-topic. The two women were chatting and laughing inside, but their voices were a bit
low, so it was hard to hear them clearly. Not long after, my wife got sleepy, so Sister Hua came out, wearing a black lace onesie
nightgown that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Half of her breast was exposed, and her nipple
was faintly visible as she moved. Her full hips made the nightgown look even more prominent. When I saw Sister Hua looking at me, I quickly withdrew my admiring gaze and said
goodnight.

Two days later was my birthday. Since my wife's belly was starting to show, my wife and I
decided not to go out. We would just stay home and cook something nice. My wife definitely couldn't cook anymore
. I wanted to cook, but my wife said, "You're the birthday girl, how can you cook? Leave it to me." Watching my wife going in and out of
the kitchen , I felt that the distance between us wasn't as great as before. If she had always been such a virtuous wife and mother,
how could she have made her life so miserable? Women, sometimes happiness in life really
depends on your mindset. A few moments later, three or four dishes were served. Because my wife was on
her it was just me and Sister Hua drinking. Out of gratitude for Sister Hua's cooking, I drank
a few more with her. After a few rounds, Sister Hua's drinking capacity showed. I was already dizzy and my face was as red as a date,
while Sister Hua remained as usual. I repeatedly thanked Sister Hua for coming to take care of my wife at this time, and Sister Hua thanked me
for not bothering her and for letting her stay with us. Drinking and talking mingled, and the two drinkers chatted happily. At the end of this birthday celebration
filled with the aroma of alcohol and gratitude, my wife put her arms around Sister Hua and me. We are a family: husband, sister,
and baby. You are the most important people to me. After finishing the cake, Sister Hua went back to her room to sleep. I washed my face,
drank some water to sober up a bit, turned off the light, and got into bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my wife, with a playful smile,
snuggled up "Honey, it's your birthday today, so I'll give you a special birthday present..." "...What is it?
Don't you want to test my learning progress these past few days?" "Huh? You want to test me?" I instinctively covered
my penis No need, right? Sexual intercourse (okay, it's surnamed Jiao). Are you trying to rebel?" My wife
quickly stripped me naked. "Wait, honey, did you wash your hands?" "Yes." "Rinse your mouth?" "

Yes." "The door's still open. Besides, Sister Hua's right next door, honey. My sister always gets sleepy after drinking, no
doubt ." After saying that, my wife leaned against me, her lips, hidden deep in her hair, gently tracing my abdomen and
moving downwards. Just as I was getting into the mood, my wife looked up. "Honey, don't look at me! I'm shy
!" "No, what's there to be shy about? We're husband and wife!" "No, I want you to blindfold me." "We've already 'blown up,'
why are you blindfolding me?

Don't you always say it's all about the fun?" "Fine, you're waiting for me here." To give me a feel for it, my wife
blindfolded me, plunging my vision into complete darkness. All I could hear was the
rustling of clothes and hurried footsteps. I put my hands behind my head, and with each puff of hot breath,
I felt a wet, slick snake gliding across my glans. It brushed against the ejaculation opening, then the
coronal sulcus, sending shivers down my spine with each stroke. As my wife's tongue moved faster
, the tingling sensation intensified. I thrust deeper, trying to push my penis further into her
mouth, but she pulled back, her tongue sliding further down the shaft, suddenly
taking my testicles into her mouth and sucking on them. The heat and pain on my testicles
made me instinctively hug her head tightly, gently
rubbing He kept moaning, "Mmm, mmm, wife, move up a bit, my cock is so hard it hurts,
don't just focus on the bottom." As he spoke, he lifted his wife's chin and guided it towards my already erect and swollen penis. His wife
chuckled softly beside him, her wet tongue sliding around my penis, slowly penetrating until just as the glans was inside,
then quickly pulling out again. This happened repeatedly. Just as I was getting impatient with his wife, she suddenly gave me a
deep throat . The different sensation and the sudden attack almost made me sit up. Before I could even straighten up, his wife's mouth
had already started sucking rapidly, the slurping sounds filling my ears. His wife's mouth
squeezed the sides of her mouth together, and as her mouth moved rapidly around my penis, her nimble tongue kept sliding over
the glans, increasing the intensity of the stimulation. Thinking about his wife's past performance and abilities, I couldn't help but burst into tears. "
Wife , those few pounds of bananas weren't a waste of money."

As I was overwhelmed with emotion, my wife's fingers continued to stimulate my perineum. "Does it feel good,
honey " "Mmm, mmm, honey, hold on tight, I'm almost there, faster!" As soon as she finished speaking, I could clearly feel
the pressure on my penis increasing, especially the stimulation of the glans, which sent a jolt of pleasure through my body
, extending to the opening of my penis.
Suddenly, my wife's fingers violently stimulated the area between my anus and penis, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back and forcefully thrust my penis deep into my wife's mouth
, ejaculating streams of semen. When I released my hands, my wife coughed, making me feel guilty. I was
so focused on my own pleasure that I forgot that I had ejaculated not in her vagina, but in her
mouth. There was bound to be some discomfort. So I pulled my wife's head close. "Honey, are you alright?"

"Ah, ah, I'm fine, honey, just a cough. I'm fine now. Hehe..." Hearing my wife's
voice, I was taken aback. This didn't sound like she was speaking with semen in her mouth. "Honey, where did you spit your semen?" "You didn't
throw up on the bed, did you?" "I, I... I ate it. Hehe..." Huh?? I was so touched and excited.
Ignoring the semen in my wife's mouth, I gave her a French kiss. Besides, who would complain about their own stuff?
Hehe . But the taste of the semen in my wife's mouth wasn't very strong. On the contrary, the taste of alcohol was very obvious. It seems that
drinking really does affect sperm. Even the semen tastes like alcohol. Hehe. "Thank you, honey. I love you."
"I'm going to rinse my mouth. Take off your blindfold after I leave." No wonder it felt weird, huh? Oh, so the blindfold
wasn't off yet... After my wife finished speaking, I heard footsteps fading away. I quickly took off the blindfold, turned on the light, and realized I still needed
to put on my underwear. Otherwise, if Sister Hua saw me sleeping naked tonight, it would be a real mess. I
tidied about
to get into bed when I noticed two long yellow hairs between my fingers. I guessed they got there while I was making the bed. Just then, my wife came back, so we turned off the light and went back to bed. I was a little
tired after venting, so I leaned against my wife's back and gently combed her hair with my fingers, soothing her to sleep.

Pregnant women are prone to fatigue, and my wife fell asleep soon after. By the moonlight streaming through the window, I happily gazed
at my wife, feeling completely satisfied. But when my gaze fell on her hair, I suddenly gasped. Because
my wife hadn't dyed her hair since becoming pregnant, she was afraid of affecting the baby, and she kept it short. So
whose were those long yellow hairs? Could they be Sister Hua's? Was it left from a couple of days ago? Did I get it on my hands while making the bed? Or
was it already on my hands?

Hahaha, this joke has gone too far. It must have been left from a couple of days ago. I thought to myself, but
my wife makes the bed every day, there's no reason it would have been left there forever. So I started to drift off to sleep on the bed, one dream after
another , I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I couldn't remember anything I did in my dreams, only my wife's face slowly
blurring, replaced by Sister Hua's long yellow hair.

The next morning, I rushed to work, feeling restless all day, my mind filled
with the events of the previous night and that suspicious yellow hair. I finally got off work and returned home. Seeing
my wife's usual demeanor, I felt a little relieved. It seemed I was overthinking things. I really shouldn't
read too many erotic novels. But when Sister Hua came home, I felt her gaze was strange. I couldn't
quite felt she was watching me, as if she could see right through me. But
when I looked at her, her gaze would shift elsewhere. Was my paranoia acting up again? Or were these two sisters
really hiding something from me? I became increasingly uneasy, while my wife and Sister Hua remained calm and composed
. "Sister, you didn't drink too much last night, did you?" I asked cautiously. "No, I just felt
sleepy after drinking and slept until dawn," Sister Hua said, watching TV. "You've had quite a bit to drink.

Didn't you do anything drunk with my sister?" "How could I dare?" How could I possibly recount the whirlwind of passion last night
? My wife chuckled beside me. The three of us chatted idly in the living room. After a while
, my wife got tired and wanted to go back to her room to sleep, so my wife and I left the living room. Sister Hua was also going to take a shower
and go to bed. Not long after, we heard the sound of water from the bathroom, followed by Sister Hua's voice, "Little sister, can you bring me
a towel? I got shampoo in my eyes." "Ah, okay, honey, hurry up and get the towel."
She incredibly lazy. "Wife, is it inconvenient?" "Then let me go. If I slip and fall,
I won't be responsible for your son's safety." My wife started acting like a spoiled child. "Okay, okay, I'll go. The boss talks, the pawns do the legwork." I
grabbed the towel and went to the bathroom door. I was about to tell Sister Hua to leave the towel at the door so she could take it herself
when she heard footsteps and thought it was my wife. She opened the bathroom door, her hair
covered in shampoo, eyes closed, reaching out one hand for the towel. I stood there, stunned, staring at Sister Hua's naked body. It was the body of a mature
woman full breasts, perhaps from breastfeeding, were slightly sagging, her nipples a darker color.
Water droplets mixed with shampoo foam slowly slid down her body, from her chest to her lower abdomen to that dark inverted
triangle , her pubic hair clumped together because of the water, and her plump, upturned buttocks. "Give me the towel right now
!" Sister Hua said after fumbling around for a few moments without success. I quickly put the towel in her hand
and left . Back in the bedroom, my heart was still pounding. "Okay, okay, we're family, it's nothing," I told myself, trying
to reassure myself. My wife saw I came back without saying a word, "Even giving you a towel takes so long, are you not happy about it?" Luckily,
she interpreted my expression as reluctance to run errands, so I quickly seized the opportunity, "How could I dare?
During this special time, my wife is the most important." My wife then turned and gave me a big kiss as a reward before turning back
to her book. A little while later, Sister Hua came out after showering, greeted us, and went back to her room.

I was startled awake by this unexpected encounter and broke out in a cold sweat, so I went into the bathroom to shower. The bathroom still
smelled fragrant ; I couldn't tell if it was Hua Jie's scent or the shampoo. Just as I was about to turn on the tap,
I saw Hua Jie's discarded underwear. Without thinking, I picked it up. I can never tell bra sizes,
but there was no doubt that Hua Jie's bra was a larger size. I slowly brought it to my nose, smelling
a mixture of body sweat and a faint feminine fragrance. I closed my eyes, recalling Hua Jie's
naked body , and my lower body involuntarily hardened. While gently stroking myself, I picked up Hua Jie's underwear again. Near her
genitals, there were noticeable yellow stains. Was it Hua Jie's vaginal discharge or residual urine? This must be
something from erotic novels, the stuff that so many erotic fans dream of—a woman's used underwear,
a luxury item for masturbation. I held it to my nose and took a deep breath. Holy crap, my eyes were filled with stars!
What was that smell?

The overwhelming stench nearly killed me. I sincerely warn my fellow erotic novel enthusiasts: don't
believe everything you read in erotic novels, and be careful what you imitate! Just as I was earnestly lecturing like a professor, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Sister Hua stared at me with wide eyes. At that moment, I felt like dying. A naked man, his genitals
erect, holding my underwear under his nose, looking at me with utter terror. I wonder
what Sister Hua was feeling at that moment? We stared at each other in silence for a moment. "I was taking a shower and was afraid of getting you wet, so I was just about to
take it out for you." Only an idiot would believe that excuse. "Thanks, I just remembered I forgot
to take it haha. I won't disturb your shower." Okay, idiot versus idiot. Sister Hua is a genius, otherwise why would she shout "Catch
the pervert!" Then Sister Hua smiled and closed the door.

After a restless shower, I returned to the room to find my wife already asleep, tired from reading. I turned off the light, and the room
was quiet except for the faint, intermittent singing coming from Sister Hua's room. It seemed Sister Hua's mood hadn't been greatly
affected. I felt secretly relieved; perhaps it was just a minor, unexpected incident, and I hoped it wouldn't affect our future.
Spending time together, especially since my wife is going through a special period, as the air conditioning slowly filled the room, my heart gradually calmed
down , and I finally felt relieved and fell asleep. In the following days, I was still a little shy when I first faced Sister Hua, but
she always looked at me with a teasing gaze, and a meaningful smile would often appear on her lips.
There was something in that smile that you couldn't quite put your finger on. That smile was like a small boat slowly swaying, gradually sailing into
my heart. It made my heart feel like frozen fingers in the warmth of spring, itchy, itchy, but I could never quite grasp
that itch. I wanted to press harder but dared not. I got a little carried away. If you're okay, then I'm fine. Come on,
so when my wife wasn't paying attention, I started to meet Sister Hua's teasing gaze and successfully focused my eyes
on her chest. In my mind, I was thinking about the scene of Sister Hua taking a bath a few days ago. Her full breasts, her rosy
nipples, her pink buttocks slid by water droplets, and the tuft of pubic hair formed by the impact. When I looked at Sister Hua again, her face
was a little red. I smiled, while my wife was happily eating snacks and watching TV on the side.

Life went on like this. I continued my monotonous routine between the company, the market, and home,
while my wife whiled away the time bored, awaiting the baby's arrival. Sister Hua's stationery store was finally on track and starting to
make a profit. To celebrate, Sister Hua and some friends were going to karaoke and drink. Since my wife didn't want to go, I
stayed home with her. We had been asleep for a while when we heard Sister Hua knocking on the door. It was already past 1 a.m.
Sister Hua had drunk quite a bit, and her friends, worried about her, had brought her home. I thanked them
and saw slowly helped Sister Hua back to her room. My wife tried to get up to help, but I was afraid she might hurt her stomach, so
I told her not to get off the bed. Sister Hua had one arm around my neck, her breath reeking of alcohol, and she
kept muttering , "I'm fine, I'm fine, you can go back to your room."
I put Sister Hua on her bed and glanced at her. I couldn't tell
if it was from the heat or the alcohol, but her face was flushed, almost overflowing with redness. I quickly went out and grabbed a
towel, intending to let her wipe her face. But seeing her like this, I half-sat on the edge of the bed and started wiping her face. Hua
Jie's hands were still flailing in the air, her eyes half-open, and she was chuckling foolishly. It seemed she was really drunk. I
brushed her drooping hair aside, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and finished wiping her face. Just as I was about
to
rinse the towel, Hua Jie, perhaps because she was too hot, pulled down the neckline of her dress until half of her breast was exposed. She then pulled the towel in my hand to wipe her neck. With the towel on top and my hand below,
it landed on Hua Jie's breast. As Hua Jie kept pulling the towel, my hand made
similar movements on her chest, left and right, and the exposed area of her breast kept increasing. Finally, the
nipple popped out. I swallowed hard, completely immersed in the thrill of voyeurism, and
didn't notice at all that Hua Jie's wiping hand had stopped.
Just then, a laugh rang out, and I whirled around.
Sister Hua's half-open eyes were smiling again, her face radiant and glowing, seemingly enjoying my stunned and
bewildered state. Later, whenever I thought of this scene, a poem came to mind: "You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, I stand by
the window admiring you." For me, Sister Hua's large breasts were a unique sight, while for her, my current disheveled state
was a rare spectacle for her. "I'm a little hot," Sister Hua said, slowly sitting up, her hand holding the towel tightly
gripping mine. "I...I'll go adjust the air conditioning, then it won't be hot," I tried to change the subject, wanting to leave
this troublesome place quickly. "I'm a little hot," Sister Hua repeated, her hand encircling my neck
, pulling me closer. "Then...then I'll go run some water for you, you can take a shower." I
was sweating profusely ; I really didn't know who should be taking a shower right now.
"I'm a little hot," Sister Hua repeated,
her face even closer, her cheeks flushed, and heavy breaths mixed with the smell of alcohol escaped her nostrils. Her breathing
became increasingly rapid. "I...I..." Before I could finish, Sister Hua had already pressed herself against me, her mouth covering my
lips. With an even stronger smell of alcohol, she placed her tongue in my mouth, deftly
prying open my teeth and instantly entangling mine. A wave of electric-like heat washed over me, filling
my entire body. Instantly, my tongue tasted sweet, the alcohol fumes faded, and my lower body became engorged and unbearably swollen. My
mind, however, was completely blank. Just as I was drifting into a daze, my wife's voice came from the bedroom, "
Honey , is Sister Hua alright?" "Huh? Oh, she's fine. I'll wash a towel and wipe her face." Sister Hua also
hummed twice to indicate that she had drunk too much.
I tried to slip away, but Sister Hua coiled around me like an eight-horned snake. We became entangled,
and I lost my balance, ending up lying on the bed. Sister Hua seized the opportunity to sit on top of me, our sensitive
areas coming into intimate contact. Since Sister Hua was wearing a dress while I was only wearing thin
shorts, we were separated only by my underwear. I could clearly feel
the warmth of our bodies. At that moment, Sister Hua, sitting on my penis, continued to writhe, as if trying to insert it into her
body. With increasing force and speed, I could clearly feel my penis being pushed against her underwear
, creating a dent that was slowly engulfing it. Every time my penis touched a
spot, Sister Hua would tremble against me, followed by even more forceful rubbing. As
her movements intensified, sweat dripped from her long hair onto my chest, flowing down to my lower abdomen and
mixing with her secretions, soaking our only clothes. The area where we were joined became
even wetter, and this wetness drove Sister Hua even more wildly. She danced incessantly on top of me, her grip
on my arms tightening. Her long hair fell down, obscuring her face; only her half-
awake, half-drunk voices echoed, "Ah, ah. Hmm, hmm..."

I was about to cover her mouth when I heard my wife call from the bedroom, "Sister, how are you?"

"No, um, it's nothing, I just feel a little nauseous, like... vomiting. It's okay as long as I have my husband."

"Honey, could you get me a glass of water to rinse my mouth?" "

Oh, okay," and while they were talking, Sister Hua still didn't stop, pressing
her genitals against my penis, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her breasts, kneading them forcefully.
And I, as if possessed, began to pinch her nipple. The stimulation on my penis grew stronger, but
because I was still wearing underwear, Hua Jie was only stimulating and rubbing me. Even when I got close to
her vaginal opening a few times, it was just a shallow insertion followed by a withdrawal. This sensation only made me more excited; I wanted to
take off my underwear and penetrate her completely. But reason told me I couldn't. This woman was my wife's sister, and my wife was in
the bedroom next door. While I was struggling with this internal conflict, Hua Jie suddenly grabbed my hand and
forcefully sat back. This time, the head of my penis clearly touched the entrance of Hua Jie's vagina, and I felt a warm flow from within,
soaking my glans. This sudden movement made me lose control, and streams of semen shot onto my underwear
and also onto Hua Jie's vaginal opening. Hua Jie, sitting on top of me, gasped for breath. After a while,
she relaxed her grip and leaned back. I quickly sat up, my disheveled long hair clinging to Hua Jie's face.
"Sister, are you...are you alright?" There was no answer, Sister Hua just waved her hand. I slowly walked out of Sister Hua's room.
"Be good to my sister." Sister Hua's voice came from behind. I quickly turned around. Sister Hua was already snoring softly
.

"Wife, Sister Hua is asleep. I'll take a shower and be right there." I told my wife and quickly went into the bathroom.
My underwear was covered in semen. I quickly took it off and started washing it. As I washed, I felt pain in my hand. I looked down
and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sister Hua had scratched it. I hoped my wife wouldn't suspect anything. Back in bed, my wife was sleeping
on with my hand on her stomach, contentedly closing her eyes to sleep. But I
was sleepless again. How would I face Sister Hua when she woke up tomorrow? If this continued, something bad would happen sooner or later.
What would happen to ? Just like she said, Sister Hua and I are her two closest people. My head started spinning.
Telling my wife honestly is out of the question; it's the same as not telling your wife about your ex-girlfriend. Even if she forgives you
now honest with Sister Hua? What should I say? It
's unclear who benefited from whom. What if Sister Hua was just drunk and doesn't remember anything? If you
bring it up and she remembers, everyone will be embarrassed. If I don't mention it? What if Sister Hua is sober and accidentally tells my wife?
That would be even more trouble. Sister Hua, what are you doing? I thought about it several times, but nothing seemed right. I sighed deeply. What a mess
!

The next day, I left home early, staring at my dark circles. I was restless at the company all day, mentally
rehearsing many possible scenarios. I figured I had to make things clear. So I finally decided to go to Sister Hua's wholesale department
and have a frank talk with her. After work, I didn't go home. Instead, I went to Sister Hua's workplace. The afterglow of the sunset
cast a long shadow of me, and even my shadow seemed hesitant, let alone the heart of its owner.

Arriving at Sister Hua's wholesale shop, it was already dusk. Through the window, I could see Sister Hua
packing up; it seemed she was about to leave work. I bit my lip and pushed open the door. Sister Hua turned
around at the sound of my voice, a hint of surprise in her eyes, as I rarely came here. "What brings you here?" Sister Hua
asked, putting down her work. "Well, I... I have something I want to talk to you about, Sister." I
hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. Sister Hua stood to the side. "What is it?" "Sister Hua, last night, you were drunk
, and I wasn't quite myself. So, so I wanted to apologize for what happened last night. I don't want my wife to
overthink things; she's going through a special period right now, and I don't want anything to upset her. Do you understand what I mean?"
Sister Hua smiled slightly, leaning against the table behind her. "It's alright, last night..." " I
don't remember much about what happened. If you hadn't brought it up, it would have just passed by like that." I shook my head, looking down. "I've thought about that too,
but you're my sister, and also my wife's closest person. I don't want to disrespect or offend you in any way. I
don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. I just want this family to be happy." After saying these words, I
suddenly felt much lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. The self-blame and guilt in my heart lessened considerably. I leaned over to look at
Sister Hua, like a prisoner who had finished defending himself in court, waiting for the judge's final verdict. Sister Hua's smile
remained unchanged, but there was a different kind of charm in her eyes. "At least you have a conscience. It's not for nothing that my sister thought so much for you.
Actually some things are a little different from what you think. Do you really think my alcohol tolerance is that low? I
didn't bring up what happened last night because I was afraid of scaring you, afraid of scaring you away." Huh? What does that mean? I was a little confused
.

"Actually, I already told my sister about what happened last night this morning," Sister Hua's words made my heart
sink. Seeing my dazed expression, Sister Hua burst into laughter again. "Don't be afraid. Didn't I say
I didn't want to scare you? And you were scared, hehehehehe. Xiao Jiao, actually, I'm
not just to take care of my sister, but also to 'take care' of you?" "Take care of me?" I felt like I was losing track of Sister Hua's
train of thought. How did this get back to me?

"After my sister got pregnant, she told me about your situation. Actually, your brother-in-law
was the same way when I was pregnant. Later, he met some people online. I don't know how far their relationship went, but my
relationship with your brother-in-law completely cooled down at that time. Men and women are different. Women's bodies
follow their hearts; their bodies are where their hearts are. Men's hearts follow their bodies; their hearts
stay where their bodies are. My sister isn't afraid that you'll find other women outside; she's afraid that your heart won't come back. I
only have this one sister. Her happiness is my happiness. I can't rely on men anymore; I can only rely on this sister
. So, for my sister's sake, I must keep your heart in this family." After saying this, Sister Hua's eyes became
a little moist, perhaps thinking of her past. "But, but you're her sister, and I'm her
husband! How can we...?"

"Do you hate me?" Sister Hua slowly walked up to me. "This has nothing to do with whether I hate you or not, this
..."

"I'm just asking you, do you hate your sister? Or do you think I'm too old? Too ugly?" Sister Hua pressed on
relentlessly .

"I don't dislike you; you're quite feminine, but... our relationship..." I said, a little helplessly.

"Then just treat me like a woman you don't dislike too much," Sister Hua suddenly
placed on my thigh, stroking upwards. I was startled for a moment, then quickly stepped back, ending up sitting on the chair behind me.
Sister Hua leaned up and sat on my lap. "Sister Hua, there are still people outside. You should get off quickly."
I struggled to stand up, but Sister Hua coiled around me like a snake. She took out a key and pressed it, and
the roller shutter door slowly came down. "Tell me, do you want it or not, Sister?" Sister Hua pressed her face against mine.

The sound of their breathing was clearly audible. Hua Jie's long hair brushed against my face, tickling me a little. Yes, tickling,
not on my face, but in my heart as well. "Hua Jie, please stop, okay?" I
pleaded. Hua Jie answered with her actions, pressing her lips to
my ear and neck with her warm breath. That tingling sensation returned, and my penis began to swell.
Hua Jie, sitting on top of me, clearly felt it. So, she wrapped one arm around my neck and used the other to slowly and carefully pull
down my pants, finally taking my penis in her hand and playing with it. Her tongue danced incessantly around my mouth, skillfully invading and teasing my teeth. My tongue came out and joined hers, our tongues intermittently touching and teasing each other outside our mouths.
I don't know when, but Sister Hua had taken off her top, revealing the breasts I had been longing for. Sister Hua guided my hands to caress her breasts. The feeling was beyond words. Compared to my wife's breasts, Sister Hua 's breasts were softer. To put it more vividly, my wife's breasts were like Shandong steamed buns, beautiful, firm and elastic, while Sister Hua's breasts were like balloons filled with hot water. Although they were no longer firm, they were soft and warm. If you moved your hand even slightly, her breasts would keep moving. Just like the old saying, "The greatest form is formless, the greatest sound is silent." If you really can't imagine it, then you can find a balloon, fill it with hot water, and feel it for yourself. 　　Hua Jie pressed her lower body tightly against my penis and began rubbing it against me. She arched her upper body, placing my mouth, and I silently began to suckle. With each suckle and gentle nibble on her nipples, Hua Jie 's body trembled noticeably, and the rubbing motion of her lower body became increasingly pronounced. I felt the swelling fluid on my penis intensify, so I reached for Hua Jie's pants, intending to help her remove them. Hua Jie slowly stood up and pulled off her pants and underwear together. Her pubic hair was already glistening with moisture. Hua Jie bent down, grasped my penis, and placed it in her mouth, her tongue exploring the glans. She gently swept her tongue across my penis, sending tingling sensations through my glans. Sister Hua extended her tongue, licking grew warmer, the tip turning a deep purplish-red. Suddenly, she swallowed the entire penis, her nose almost touching my lower abdomen. I felt the tip of my penis against the back of her throat. She then performed several deep throat thrusts. Suddenly, I remembered something. "Was it you that night?" I thought of the time my wife had given me oral sex. Sister Hua spat my penis out. "Silly boy, you only realize it now? Your wife begged me, saying it was a birthday present for you." Sister Hua's eyes gleamed with seductive allure as she pressed her breasts against my penis. The sensation of my penis between her breasts was a different kind of pleasure than the sensation in her mouth. "Silly boy, is it comfortable?" Sister Hua asked with a smile and affectionate eyes. "It feels so good, sis," "Do you want me, sis?" Sister Hua looked at me with flushed cheeks , clearly in heat. "I want to fuck you," I said. I felt no guilt at all now; all I wanted was to thrust my cock into Sister Hua's honeypot. Sister Hua knelt on top of me, rubbing my cock against her vaginal opening. My hand stimulated her clitoris. The vaginal fluid gradually increased, and Sister Hua slowly sat down. I felt my glans enter a hot cavity. The secreted fluid clung to my cock , making the process of entering Sister Hua's passage even clearer. The fleshy sides tightly enveloped my cock until the glans reached Sister Hua's cervix. At this point, my cock was completely inside . Sister Hua stretched her head back forcefully, closed her eyes, and let out a long "Ah!" Sister Hua adjusted her breathing and slowly began to move on top of me. With each rise and fall of her body, my penis was intermittently visible at the entrance of her vagina. The vaginal fluids on our pubic hair flowed together, then broke, then joined . A series of crackling sounds of flesh colliding echoed from our point of contact, but these sounds couldn't drown out Sister Hua's increasingly loud moans and cries, "I want you, hold me tight!" 　　With a flurry of flailing hands, Sister Hua's body trembled a few times, then stopped moving. She went from squatting on top of me to lying face down on me. I held Sister Hua's upper body tightly, thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina a few times. After her orgasm, Sister Hua came to her senses and sat on top of me again, rubbing herself. Her lower body writhed on my penis , the movements small but fast, while my hands gripped Sister Hua's... Her plump buttocks, I tried to penetrate her body with my penis. As my movements intensified, her legs gradually lifted off the ground, and the chair began to slide around the room . With the sliding of the chair, the two people on it became increasingly intense. However, because her legs couldn't exert much force, the strength was always a bit off. So I made Hua Jie stand up and lean on the desk. I grabbed Hua Jie's buttocks with both hands and forcefully thrust in. With each in and out of my penis, Hua Jie's buttocks swayed more and more violently. Every time my penis went in completely, Hua Jie would let out a whimpering cry, "Don't go so fast, it's so itchy, don't touch that spot, deeper, ah, you're hitting me again, ah, yes, that's it." As I listened to Hua Jie's voice, my penis seemed to gain even more power, so I slowed down and thrust my penis in deeper each time. This allowed Sister Hua to feel every inch of my penis entering her body. After repeated thrusting, the suction of her vagina grew stronger, and the stimulation to my penis became more pronounced. Soon, Sister Hua was too weak to support herself with her arms, her entire upper body slumped onto the table, muttering, "I 'm coming, I'm coming." So I increased the speed of my thrusts. With the increased speed, the amplitude of Sister Hua's plump buttocks swayed back and forth, rising and falling like waves of wheat in an autumn breeze— the harvest season had arrived. I clearly felt I was about to ejaculate. "Sister Hua, I'm going to cum!" "Ahhh, cum inside me! I have an IUD, hurry up and give it to me! Ahhh!" Sister Hua's words about having an IUD stimulated me, and streams of semen gushed out, scalding hot semen pouring into Sister Hua's vagina. Sister Hua lay slumped onto the table.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her vagina throbbing repeatedly for a long time before finally stopping. I lay on Sister Hua's
back, stroking her sweat-drenched hair. Sister Hua turned and kissed me. We sat in silence, the silence speaking
volumes.

Back home, Sister Hua told my wife she had told me about their plans. My wife timidly asked if I was
angry . I hugged her tenderly; what more could a husband ask for than a wife like her? Sister Hua watched from the side, smiling contentedly.
Perhaps we really would be family from now on. It's often said that a sister-in-law is like half of a brother-in-law's buttocks. What is a sister-in-law like to
a brother-in-law ? Perhaps a sister-in-law is like a light, refreshing side dish, while a sister-in-law is like a rich,
nourishing broth—both comforting and comforting. Which do you prefer, my dear? An appetizer or a nourishing broth? Let that be a matter of
personal opinion.

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