Wife's Secret Business Trip

I'm a computer engineer, and my wife is a middle school teacher.

We've been married for five years, and I love her very much; she loves me too.

Our relationship has been excellent since we started dating.

I'm 27 years old and have achieved some success in my career, though I often need to travel for work.

My wife is 25 and loves taking care of children, but unfortunately, we haven't had any.

The reason is quite embarrassing to talk about: I suffer from severe physical and psychological erectile dysfunction.

Actually, it wasn't always like this.

It started when I was fighting with my wife's ex-lover and was kicked in the groin.

I almost died that time.

Although the doctor said I'm cured, I found that I had completely lost my sexual function.

Before we got married, my wife was celibate, and after marriage, because of the injury, she couldn't have sex, so I've
never actually had intercourse.

We've tried many methods and spent a lot of money, but basically nothing has worked.

Our sex life is mainly achieved through fingers and a vibrator.

Fortunately, my wife hasn't disliked me, and her feelings for me have never changed.

My wife is 168 cm tall and weighs 49 kg, with a classic S-shaped figure.

Her skin is very fair, smooth, and delicate, especially her long, slender legs, which are incredibly sexy.

My wife likes to wear lace lingerie, and those stockings that make my blood boil when she wears them—I guarantee
few men could resist.

Although I'm very satisfied with my current life, I always feel guilty towards my wife.

Until one day, an accidental event changed everything.

It happened in mid-July last year.

It was the height of summer.

I received a project assignment from my company.

It was a huge project.

This was a very important opportunity for me.

If I did well, I could get a promotion.

The project was massive, and it was expected to take about a week to coordinate.

My wife was also happy when she found out.

She knew I had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

So, I booked my plane ticket and set off with a huge pile of documents.

First, let me explain the background.

Because of the aftereffects of that serious illness, and because I had never truly been intimate with my wife, I
was always a little insecure about her, always worried that she would cheat on me.

And since I travel frequently for work, I felt even more insecure.

So I secretly installed dozens of surveillance devices at home.

Every time I'm away, I can remotely monitor everything at home through the built-in 3G device.

Of course, I did all this behind my wife's back.

Not long ago, my boss's son was admitted to my wife's class.

To curry favor with my boss, I took the initiative to bring the kid home so my wife could supervise his studies.

My boss was indeed delighted and gave me this opportunity to prove myself.

My wife also knew that the kid's academic performance was directly related to my future, so she also tutored
him diligently.

The kid is fourteen years old this year, about 1.4 meters tall, and quite thin, like a stick.

He's rather introverted and rarely speaks.

He's the type who won't say a word even if you beat him three times.

His grades weren't very good when he first entered junior high school.

But after my wife's careful tutoring, he's now consistently among the top students in his class.

My boss and his wife are both very busy and have no time to take care of their child.

They used to rely on a nanny, but since he joined my wife's class, they've dismissed her.

They deliver the supplies directly to our home when no one is home.

They give us 50,000 yuan a month for living expenses.

We were naturally overjoyed.

Coincidentally, the day before I left on my business trip, my son accidentally set his bed on fire.

It turned out he'd found chemical lab equipment in the storage room.

This equipment was all brought from the company;

I'd used it to improve my professional knowledge, but hadn't used it since my promotion.

He caused the fire out of sheer playfulness.

Because of the spilled alcohol, the bed was basically ruined.

The furniture and flooring were also waterlogged.

The firefighters gave us a stern talking-to before leaving.

My son's bedroom is uninhabitable for a while, and we can't let him sleep on the living room sofa, so we had to put him
in our bedroom.

The bed is large; my wife and son each have one side, so it should be fine.

The burned-down bedroom will have to wait until I return from my business trip to be renovated.

My apartment has a unique layout.

It's only 66 square meters.

After entering, there's a corridor; the bathroom and kitchen are near the entrance.

Then comes the living room.

The two bedrooms are at the far end of the living room.

The room wasn't large to begin with, and dividing it into so many rooms made it feel even cramped.

The bedroom had minimal furniture, just a bed, a dressing table, and a wardrobe.

The length of the bedroom was only the distance from the headboard to the foot of the bed.

The bed was right next to the window.

I usually lay on the outside of the bed, while my wife lay on the inside against the wall.

I was taking a nap at the hotel.

Feeling bored, I watched a movie for a while, then remembered the needle and
thread at home, so I habitually turned on the remote control device on my laptop.

The first view was from the doorway.

The room was quiet.

Then I switched to the second view, the hallway inside.

I was just about to switch to the third view when suddenly the door opened.

It was the boss's kid who came in.

Students usually get out of class a little earlier than teachers.

My wife probably wouldn't be home for another 20 minutes.

After closing the door, the kid put down his backpack and took off his shoes.

Then I saw him hesitate, as if staring at something.

I followed his gaze and saw it was my wife's stockings.

The black stockings she had taken off were on the top shelf of the shoe rack.

The little devil picked up the stocking with his hand, then held it in his hands and actually started smelling it.

I was completely stunned.

He held my wife's stockings and smelled them for about two minutes before reluctantly putting them back.

I couldn't help but find it a little funny.

Thinking back to when I first entered puberty, I was also full of curiosity about the opposite sex and did a lot of stupid things
.

This kid's behavior was practically identical to mine back then.

In the video, the kid looked at the slippers and chose to wear my wife's.

He first picked up my wife's slippers and smelled them, then wore them into the living room.

I thought to myself, this guy is usually quite introverted, yet he's so perverted and weird. Even

when I was stupid back then, I never smelled a woman's shoes.

I immediately switched the camera to the living room.

The kid took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and walked towards the bathroom.

There were no cameras in the bathroom, so I couldn't see what was happening inside.

After about five minutes, the kid came out of the bathroom, holding a pair of lace panties in his hand—the
very panties my wife had taken off that morning and hadn't washed.

The kid lay down on the bed in the bedroom and pulled his underwear down to his thighs.

Wow! I was shocked to find that this kid's penis was huge! It was a whole size bigger than mine, and very long.

It hadn't grown any hair yet, and his entire genitals were as white as his skin.

I was astonished that a boy who had just started junior high school could have such a robust penis, far surpassing most adult
men.

I was truly ashamed of myself.

Was it because all the nutrients went to his penis that he was so thin? The kid masturbated
for a while, then opened my wife's underwear and wrapped the part of the underwear that touched her genitals over his large glans
.

I saw the kid tilt his head back, let out a long breath, and seem to be enjoying it.

Through my wife's lace underwear, I could clearly see the kid's penis.

His hard, large penis was stroking the area where my wife's secretions were on her underwear.

I was really shocked by his actions.

What surprised me even more was that I wasn't angry at him for masturbating with my wife's underwear.
Instead I felt envious and jealous of the stimulation from his thick, long penis.

I couldn't help but fantasize about having a penis as huge as his, as
hard as his, able to penetrate my wife's vagina completely and give her the ultimate pleasure.

What would that be like? Would my wife be able to smoothly accommodate this enormous penis and perform piston-like
thrusting movements? At that moment, I was surprised to find that my long-dormant penis had actually become erect.

Overjoyed, I quickly pulled out my penis and began masturbating, trying to recapture the feeling from years ago
.

Unfortunately, my penis was still uncooperative and quickly went limp and shrank back.

I sighed helplessly, put on my pants, and went to work.

Work went smoothly today, finishing before six o'clock.

I had dinner with my business partner and returned to the hotel early.

I quickly washed up and then lay on the bed, smoking and resting. When I

finished my cigarette, I looked at the clock on the wall and it was only a little past nine.

So I opened my laptop again.

The first view that caught my eye was from point one.

The doorway light was off, but everything was clearly visible thanks to the night vision function of the security camera I'd installed
.

I then switched to point two, where I first saw my wife's high heels and the kid's shoes
, neatly arranged together.

The bathroom light was on.

Through the frosted glass, I could see a figure showering.

I habitually lit a cigarette and watched the footage.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and out came my wife.

She was wrapped in a towel and wearing spare slippers, heading towards the living room.

The kid was wearing her slippers.

I immediately switched to point three.

The kid was doing his homework in the living room, while my wife went into the bedroom and closed the door.

A moment later, I heard the sound of a hairdryer.

After drying her hair, my wife changed into her usual lace underwear and bra, then went to the living
room.

I was a little annoyed.

"You go out dressed like that? The kid will see everything!" Perhaps his wife treats him like a clueless
child.

Thinking back, I've never really considered this kid a man either.

His wife's current behavior is perfectly normal.

I didn't pay much attention before, but after what happened at noon, I started to worry.

I'm worried that the kid will take advantage of my wife and cheat on me.

At this moment, his wife sat down next to him to check his homework progress, then looked at the clock and signaled that he should rest.

She told him to take a shower first, then go to sleep.

The kid obediently went into the bathroom.

His wife turned off the living room light and then went into the bedroom.

Since the kid moved in, we've been running the air conditioner 24/7.

Sometimes we even forget to turn it off when we leave.

Anyway, the boss reimburses the water, electricity, and gas bills, so there's no need to save him this little bit of money.

His wife drew the curtains, made the bed, and lay down.

She habitually lay on the inside of the bed.

Only a bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, but the pinhole night vision was excellent; everything in the room was
clearly .

I switched to the second viewpoint to observe. The sound of running water was still going on, so he was probably almost done showering.

About two minutes later, the guy came out of the bathroom.

He went into the bedroom wearing my wife's slippers.

My wife wasn't asleep yet; she was probably waiting for him to finish showering.

After he came in, they whispered a few words, but I couldn't hear them.

Then my wife gestured for him to close the bedroom door and go to sleep.

After closing the bedroom door, the guy took off his towel and, wearing only his underwear and shirtless
, got into bed and slipped under the covers.

My wife casually turned off the light.

Now my wife and the guy were lying in bed together.

She fell asleep with her back to the boy, but he seemed very nervous and didn't fall asleep.

Perhaps the physical contact with his wife in bed had aroused some physiological reaction in him.

I saw that her eyes were open, facing the ceiling, motionless.

The boy lay there for a long time, and I was exhausted watching him, smoking one cigarette after another.

I knew he was definitely waiting for my wife to fall asleep, so I patiently waited with him.

I waited until eleven o'clock, but he didn't move.

His eyes were closed.

I guessed he had fallen asleep, so I got up, drank some water, went to the bathroom, and
prepared to go to sleep, but I unexpectedly saw him gently turn his body towards my wife's back, and then
slide his smelly feet towards her tender calves.

I was instantly wide awake and stared intently at what was happening.

Their calves were pressed together for more than ten minutes, and then the boy reached his hand to my wife's waist,
slowly embracing her slender waist along her lower abdomen.

After a few minutes, seeing that his wife wasn't responding, he moved his genitals a little further towards the foot of the bed.

I understood why he did this.

Because he was much shorter than his wife, he moved to position himself so he could position his genitals towards her
crotch.

I watched as he slowly approached his sleeping wife.

This guy was very patient; he took a full five or six minutes to cover a short distance so as not to wake her.

At this point, I could see from the monitor that he was completely pressed against his wife's body.

Judging from the shape of the blanket, his genitals were already pressed against her vulva.

I was furious and decided to call my wife immediately, only to find that her phone was switched off
.

Damn it, it must be out of battery! Although I was frantic, there was nothing I could do but watch as
this guy secretly molested my beloved wife on the monitor.

Even though he was covered by the blanket, I knew his penis was already rock hard.

It was probably already pressing against my wife's labia. The young man seemed excited, his lower body shifting restlessly
, probably rubbing his glans against my wife's labia through her underwear.

I kept praying that my wife would wake up quickly and stop him from further assaulting her.

But things didn't go as planned; my wife seemed to be sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what he was doing behind her.

After a few minutes, the young man grew bolder, even pushing the blanket covering them
aside and taking off his underwear.

He then hugged my wife tightly from behind, inserting one of his thighs between her legs.

At this point, the young man and my wife were completely exposed to the surveillance camera.

He maintained this position for a few more minutes, and seeing that my wife still didn't move, he sat up and
slowly spread her legs apart.

My wife still didn't move.

I knew my wife was the kind of person who slept very soundly.

Once she was asleep, even if you carried her away, she wouldn't wake up.

This was a sign of high-quality sleep and good health, but now this young man was getting the better end of the deal.

I kept reassuring myself that as long as the young man dared to take off my wife's underwear, she would definitely wake up.

Because my wife's underwear was small, but her buttocks were large.

She liked the feeling of her genitals being tightly covered.

The kid wanted to take off her underwear, which meant first lifting her huge buttocks, and then struggling to pull down the underwear
.

But I was completely wrong. There was no need to take it off.

The kid only used two fingers to gently pull the narrow strip of fabric of the underwear to one side, and her entire plump labia were completely
exposed to the air! Oh no! I knew something terrible was going to happen.

Sure enough, the kid moved his body back, then put his upper body on my wife's thighs, and then
buried between her legs.

The sucking sound started coming from the computer.

Because I was completely blocked by the kid's head, I couldn't see what he was doing, but judging from the sound
, he was sucking on my wife's labia with his mouth.

My wife still didn't wake up.

But her physiological instincts made her produce more and more vaginal fluid.

I could clearly see the kid swallowing the liquid.

His throat kept moving up and down.

The kid kept licking the love fluid secreted from my wife's vagina.

Suddenly, I noticed that the kid's penis was much larger than when he had masturbated at noon.

It had increased in length to a full sixteen or seventeen centimeters.

I was stunned.

I had never seen a first-year middle school boy's genitals develop to such an extent.

It was even more impressive than most male actors in porn.

At that moment, I started to envy the kid's large penis.

How wonderful it would be if that big thing belonged to me! Then I could fully satisfy my wife's needs and
give her the greatest pleasure in life.

I even couldn't help but fantasize about becoming that kid, kneeling between my wife's legs, serving my beloved wife
.

Yes, if only that were possible! I suddenly became very calm, completely free of
the panic I had felt earlier.

Looking at the kid with a different mindset, I no longer hated him at all; all that remained was envy,
not even a trace of jealousy.

Look how magnificent that penis is! It should bring my wife endless pleasure.

Yes, I am that kid now. I can entrust all my guilt and regret to that penis
, letting it satisfy everything my wife needs.

This must be God's arrangement.

God sent this little devil to fulfill my greatest wish in life.

Yes, that big penis is mine, not the little devil's! The little devil has already begun his actions.

He lay down on his side, wrapped one arm around his wife's thigh, placed her knee
above her chest, and then straddled her other leg.

In this way, his wife's entire genitals were completely exposed to the little devil.

His wife's legs were spread wide, her labia were slightly parted, and he could even see the tender flesh inside her vagina.

The little devil could finally make love to my wife as God had arranged.

At this point, I was completely immersed in the role of the boy.

I could clearly see that his penis looked terrifying and frightening, extremely enraged.

The glans looked like it was about to explode.

It was the first time I had ever seen such a large glans; under the pinhole night vision, it appeared very shiny, its color
already quite deep.

I could clearly see the blood vessels and veins around the penis.

The penis began to throb rhythmically, urgently calling for my wife's vagina to envelop and moisturize it.

At this moment, nothing could stop the penis.

My wife's vagina was constantly flowing with clear fluid, which meant that her genitals had been
conquered by the enormous penis before her, and were ready to receive intercourse and complete a high-quality
sexual act.

The boy placed his prepared penis against my wife's vaginal opening, sliding and rubbing it against her labia majora and clitoris
.

This was the final preparation before penetration, letting their genitals greet each other first.

The boy's glans was already gleaming, appearing particularly dazzling in the night vision.

That was because it was already covered in my wife's love juice.

The young man felt it was about time, so he changed his grip on her legs to his hands, holding the soles of her feet. This
made their position appear exceptionally lewd and perfectly matched.

After enjoying his wife's beautiful feet for a while, he slowly thrust his body forward.

His glans gradually slid into his wife's already restless vagina.

He slowly and deliberately slid in, inserting little by little.

Although his wife didn't wake up or groan, the copious amount of love juice and her already
engorged labia gently enveloped the unfamiliar intruder.

His wife's alluring feet seemed very obedient in his hands.

As he penetrated, I adjusted my perspective again.

This time, I could see more clearly that his entire penis was completely inside his wife's vagina.

Now, only his scrotum and his wife's labia were intimately pressed together.

The young man raised his head, closed his eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I inexplicably felt a sense of satisfaction.

After so many futile attempts, I had almost forgotten the image of my penis penetrating her vagina.

My wife's labia were stretched tightly, and the little devil's huge penis completely filled her emptiness.

This image made me feel like I was back in my adolescence, feeling like I was that little devil.

Yes, I finally fully identified with the little devil.

The little devil's penis entering my wife's vagina gave me immense psychological satisfaction.

The point where the penis and vagina met was half-covered by my wife's lace panties.

I couldn't see what was inside the panties. I

could only see that my wife's sparse pubic hair was completely wet, and a few longer strands had been pulled into
the vagina by the little devil's penis, sinking deep inside.

The little devil put down my wife's feet, then turned her over, her legs together, into a prone position on the bed
.

The little devil sat on the juncture of my wife's buttocks and thighs.

Because the little devil's penis was very long, even when he sat on my wife's buttocks and thighs, his lower body was still
tightly joined together.

The young man didn't rush to thrust. Instead, he lay on top of his wife, his arms encircling her body
.

One hand reached inside her bra, caressing her breasts, while the other slipped
into her lower abdomen.

His position was perfectly adjusted; had he had experience before? Suddenly, I noticed something
.

My wife's breathing was too even.

If someone were tossing and turning her during natural sleep, her breathing couldn't maintain the same rhythm! Had she
actually woken up? While I was still wondering if my wife was truly asleep, the young man in the video began
his rapid , frenzied thrusting.

He seemed completely unconcerned about her waking up.

Or perhaps he had already discovered she was pretending? I could clearly see my wife's vagina and the young man's
enormous penis engaged in a rapid, rhythmic piston-like motion.

My wife's body trembled lightly with each thrust.

Now I was 100% certain my wife was faking sleep.

Although her vagina was narrow, it perfectly accommodated the young man's large penis.

I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if my wife's vagina was made for this large penis, and the little devil's
penis was equally well-suited to be her sexual partner.

Because the little devil's penis was far more effective at stimulating my wife's long-dormant libido,

allowing her to experience orgasms she had never known before.

The more I looked, the more I felt that my wife's and the little devil's genitals were a match made in heaven, with absolutely no
extra space, achieving the most perfect sexual union.

At this moment, my wife could no longer pretend.

Her lower body instinctively began to sway, cooperating with the little devil's repeated, brutal thrusts.

My wife's brow furrowed slightly, her body drenched in sweat, her teeth gently biting her lower lip.

She was completely immersed in this sexual act.

She forgot her identity as a wife, forgot the little devil's identity, and even forgot my existence.

The little devil's thick penis gave her sensations she had never experienced before. She deceived herself by closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep
, while her body actively cooperated with the little devil's thrusts, fully enjoying the pleasure this energetic boy brought
her.

I know my wife has endured so much hardship all these years, and she truly longed for this feeling.

This guy finally satisfied her today.

I'm grateful to him from the bottom of my heart.

I know this is perverse, and I know that in psychology, this state is called "surrogate gratification."

But I don't care.

I believe my wife still loves me.

And I'm powerless to change anything.

Letting this guy fulfill my most important duty as a husband, I can truly accept it.

If someone else violated my wife, I would absolutely fight them to the death.

But if it's this guy, I can accept it willingly.

Perhaps in my eyes, this guy is no match at all.

He was just a little kid, or perhaps he reminded me of my own childhood.

Most importantly, this brat had what I envied most—an enormous penis.

I watched the whole thing quietly.

When the kid finally brought my wife to the peak of pleasure, when I saw her body tremble as if electrocuted
, her vagina gushing out a large amount of fluid, her eyes wide open, the veins on her neck and forehead bulging, her mouth gaping open but
unable to utter a sound, I felt an unprecedented sense of psychological satisfaction.

It was as if I were the one who brought her to orgasm.

I knew the show wasn't over yet.

Teenagers always have inexhaustible energy.

This battle would probably continue for a long time.

But I didn't want to watch anymore.

After shutting down the computer, I took a quick shower and went to sleep.

I slept very soundly that night.

My mind was very peaceful.

I had never had such a sweet sleep since I started working.

I had completely accepted the fact that the kid was satisfying my wife's sexual desires in my place.

The next day, I was busy all day, and surprisingly, I didn't think about anything from the night before.

It was past nine o'clock when I got back to the hotel.

After much deliberation, I turned on the computer to check on things at home.

My wife was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

Judging from her attire, she must have already showered; she was wearing my favorite thin silk nightgown.

I could tell she wasn't really watching TV; she seemed restless, constantly shifting her position
.

Was it because she was about to be played with by that little devil again? As the saying goes, an old house on fire burns even faster.
Since we got married, my wife had only been able to find fleeting satisfaction through her fingers and a vibrator. Yesterday, she finally experienced
the pleasure of a real penis, and I guess she's already hooked.

That little devil was playing on the computer in the study.

I adjusted my angle and saw him browsing adult websites.

He was shirtless, wearing only underwear.

This guy must be doing it on purpose.

About half an hour later, my wife finally couldn't take it anymore. Pretending to be nonchalant, she called out to the study
, "It's getting late, let's go to bed early."

The little devil hummed in response, "Teacher, you go to bed first. I'll take a shower."

My wife hurriedly went from the living room to the bedroom.

Her expression was strange, as if she were having a fierce internal struggle.

After a while, the shower stopped.

She hurriedly took off her nightgown and put it on the bedside table.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the little devil was about to come in.

The wife hurriedly climbed onto the bed, lay down with her back to the door, and pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed.

The little devil came in, wearing only underwear.

The bedroom lamp was not turned off, emitting a yellowish light.

Because of her earlier panic, the wife hadn't covered herself properly with the blanket, only her waist and below were covered.

Her upper body was completely exposed to the air.

The little devil swallowed hard as he looked at her white, smooth back. Then he noticed the nightgown on the bedside table
, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

The little devil eagerly jumped onto the bed, greedily admiring his wife's back.

After about 10 minutes, he made his move.

He reached out a hand to his wife's white, tender back.

The moment his fingers touched his wife's body, she trembled! Clearly, his wife's body
had become extremely sensitive at that moment.

She remained pretending to be asleep, her back to the boy.

The boy gently stroked his wife's back, gradually moving to her waist, and then to her full hips and thighs.

His wife's body was trembling slightly; her heartbeat was probably loud enough for the boy to hear.

The boy pressed himself forward, completely against his wife's back.

With their skin so close, from another camera angle, I could see his wife's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her face flushed
with tension.

The boy was very experienced, gently kissing his wife's neck and back from behind.

His wife's trembling suddenly stopped.

Her brows relaxed, but at the same time, her breathing became heavy.

She was still pretending to be asleep, letting the boy molest her.

The boy skillfully unhooked his wife's bra from behind, then immediately reached inside,
fully grasping his wife's beautiful breasts.

His wife bit her lower lip tightly, desperately trying to endure it, trying not to make a sound.

The boy gently pushed his underwear down with one hand.

His wife unconsciously lifted her buttocks slightly in response.

The young man grinned wickedly, pulling her panties down to her knees and then kicking them down with his feet.

Judging from his actions, he was clearly experienced.

Suddenly, he pulled his wife onto her back, flipped her over, and pinned her down
, spreading her thighs with his legs. His thick penis was already

pressed against her vulva. His wife could no longer pretend.

She kept murmuring "no, no," her hands weakly pushing against his chest.

It was less a symbolic resistance and more a gentle caress of his chest. Was it the young man's strength, or had his wife already lost the strength to resist? Her delicate hands
were weakly grasped. The young man said, "Auntie, how about we do it from behind?"

Without waiting for her response, he flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed.

His wife panicked.

She struggled to turn around, but the young man held her firmly beneath him.

Ah! With a thud, the little devil thrust his rock-hard penis into her from behind again, instantly shattering her
resistance.

He grabbed a strap from the bed—a strap I recognized—from her nightgown.

By the time her hands were twisted behind her back, it was too late to resist again.

The strap was already tied around her wrists.

The little devil reached out and grasped one of her breasts, playing with her already hardened nipple while kissing her
fair back.

The little devil, barely 1.4 meters tall, was on top of a sweaty, nearly 1.7-meter-tall woman, wantonly
playing with her and thrusting into her.

The larger one was being manipulated by the smaller one like a puppet; I watched, dumbfounded.

Gradually, the wife lost herself, moaning softly.

The young man loosened the loosely tied ribbon of her skirt.

The wife didn't resist again, reaching orgasm amidst the young man's vigorous caresses and thrusts.

Satisfied, the young man lay on top of her, admiring her post-orgasm appearance face-to-face.

The wife trembled, sobbing in the afterglow of her orgasm, a pool of white semen flowing from her lower body.

"So good! Auntie, you're really good. Especially when I was playing with you just now. Your expression was so alluring. Did you
enjoy being fucked by me just now? Let's do it again later."

Judging from the slight trembling of her body, she was probably crying.

I knew she must be thinking of me now.

Her heart was filled with conflict.

I felt a pang of heartache.

At this moment, I even wished my wife were the kind of shameless woman who

could cheat on someone without batting an eye and then pretend to be very loving towards me.

But I knew she wasn't that kind of person.

That's why she was crying, why she was in pain.

The young man's body recovered quickly.

Less than three minutes later, the kid's interest was piqued again. He grabbed his wife's breasts from behind once more and said, "
Come on, my beauty, let me play with you a bit more. You have a much better figure than my other girlfriends, but you're not as
sexy as them. But that's okay, all women are like that at first. You'll get used to it after a few times."

Sure enough! This kid really had a wealth of sexual experience! His wife seemed stunned by his words and
asked dazedly, "How many?"

The kid expertly pinned her down and said smugly, "The prettiest ones in the class. I don't need to
tell you, you should know."

His wife looked at him in disbelief.

The kid laughed, "Hehe, as long as they've been fucked by my dick, they'll willingly become my woman. You
've already tasted it, and you should know I'm not bragging. Don't worry, I can fuck seven women in one night. So
don't worry about not being able to satisfy you. From now on, you'll be the biggest of my many wives. I'll hand them over to you
to manage."

"How...how could this be?"

His wife was completely taken aback, and so was I. A kid who had just started junior high school actually
had several girlfriends at the same time? This time, the young man was very gentle in his lewd act, and his wife didn't resist.

During the process, she cooperated by spreading her fair thighs, her delicate feet gently resting on his shoulders.

Her moans were few, mostly suppressed groans.

Throughout the process, the young man carefully observed the young woman beneath him.

As she was being played with, she would sway her head from side to side with each wave of pleasure,

her face showing a mixture of pain and vexation.

Occasionally, when their eyes met, she would deliberately look away.

The young man was adept at pushing her limits.

While making love, he would occasionally stroke her hair and cheeks, whispering something.

Her voice was too soft for me to hear.

In the final climax, his wife seemed to finally yield.

The climax stimulated her, causing her whole body to convulse.

She uttered a low cry from her throat: "I like it, I like it, I like being your woman! Really, I
really like it!"

The young man roared, finally ejaculating, climbing on top of his wife, looking at her
languid , triumphantly turning off the light, and falling asleep in her arms.

I shut down my computer and went to sleep quietly.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt incredibly refreshed.

Remembering it was Saturday, I didn't leave the hotel.

So I quickly turned on my computer to see what was going on over there.

The young man and his wife had just woken up.

His wife kept avoiding his gaze, while he leered at her here and there.

After breakfast, his wife sat across the table from him, lost in thought.

She was probably contemplating how to face him and me.

Seeing his wife's absent-mindedness, the young man secretly went around the table and hugged her tightly from behind. His

wife hurriedly tried to break free, but just as she was about to leave, he pulled her into his arms.

A respectable 25-year-old woman, wearing a transparent nightgown, was being held on his lap by a young man. She tried to push him away,
but he used one hand to twist one of her arms behind her back and began to gnaw on her breasts… The woman screamed
, repeatedly saying no, but her body offered no resistance.

That's when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra! The young man bit her nipple through her clothes.

Ah! Ah! Ah! "You, let go..."

The wife blushed crimson with shame, her voice weak and feeble, only to be met with the boy's more brazen assault.

She kicked her legs wildly, her full buttocks swaying back and forth, completely ignoring the boy's lecherous hand that brazenly
caressed her thigh.

Simultaneously, his other hand had slipped inside her panties, slowly and laboriously crawling downwards.

The wife trembled violently from the stimulation, her legs weakly kicking.

The boy's thieving hand was now covering her large labia.

Her hands weakly pressed against his, she slumped in his arms, tears of humiliation streaming down her face, but
the physical stimulation couldn't lie to her.

Trembling and moaning with each stroke, the boy quietly pulled down her panties
, and she instinctively raised her buttocks in response.

His middle finger inserted into her vagina, teasing her repeatedly, causing her to
tremble as if electrocuted.

With a long moan, she reached another climax.

The young man licked the genitals on his hand, a wicked grin on his face as he looked at the young woman still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm in his arms.

"We'll go to the sex shop later, I'll buy you a chastity belt,"

he suddenly said.

"What?"

the wife stammered, still dazed.

"You're my woman, I won't allow you to be with any other man. Not even your husband!"

"How can that be? He'll find out!"

the wife panicked, trying to break free from the young man's embrace, but her strength had long since been drained, and she was no match for
him.

"It's not a matter of 'can't' or 'can't. If your cuckold husband dares to touch you, I'll have my dad's men cripple
him!"

The little devil threatened domineeringly.

"No!"

my wife shouted.

"What do you mean no? I can do it!"

the little devil ignored her.

"Actually, you don't have to do that. Actually..."

my wife bit her lip and thought for a moment, finally revealing my secret: "Actually, he lost his male ability a long time ago
. Even if I stand naked in front of him, he can't have sex anymore."

"What?"

the little devil stared at my wife in disbelief.

"Yes. Since we got married, he's always satisfied me with his fingers."

my wife said, her head down.

Now that she had opened up, my wife didn't hide it anymore and explained the whole story in a soft voice.

After listening to my wife's words, the little devil sighed and asked again, "By the way, among all my wives,
you're the only one who isn't a virgin. This makes me very unhappy. Tell me, was your virginity taken by that green-haired turtle's fingers?
"

My wife blushed, but answered under the little devil's stern questioning.

Knowing this brat was plotting murder again, she quickly tried to clear my name: "It wasn't my husband, it was
my high school sweetheart. But my husband doesn't know. He thought I was a virgin when we got married. I was afraid he'd
be disgusted by me, so I had hymenoplasty before our wedding night. He broke my fake hymen with his finger."

I was utterly shocked.

I never expected my wife to lie to me like that. I didn't know whether I should be angry or not.

But then I thought, even if it were true, I wouldn't get to enjoy it.

I'm already a useless person, what's there to be angry about? Just then, the brat's angry roar came from the computer: "Tell me
, what's his name?"

My wife softly uttered a name.

I knew that person was in big trouble.

The brat, while playing with my wife's breasts, seemed lost in thought, and suddenly said, "You still have to wear
a chastity belt. You're not allowed to let that green-haired turtle's finger enter your body even half an inch!"

I couldn't help but marvel at the brat's possessiveness.

He was just like me back then.

Only, I wasn't as audacious as this brat back then.

He actually achieved everything I'd only ever fantasized about—possessing all the pretty girls in the class, and even the homeroom teacher
.

I increasingly felt this kid was another version of myself.

After saying that, the kid seemed to get excited again, gesturing for my wife to lift her buttocks, then aiming his swollen, purplish-red penis
at her vaginal opening, and then pulling her hard. With a "plop,"

his entire penis was swallowed by my wife.

My wife closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and began to actively move up and down.

This intercourse lasted less than eight minutes, ending with a roar from the kid.

"These few days are the safe period, you have to wear condoms from now on,"

my wife said.

From now on? I knew my wife was completely conquered by the kid.

She was even thinking about the future.

In other words, even if I went home, my wife wanted to continue her illicit relationship with the kid.

Eileen Chang said the vagina is a shortcut to a woman's heart, and that was certainly true.

I had never truly possessed my wife.

So, strictly speaking, this kid was more qualified to be my husband than I was.

I knew my wife had begun to change her mind.

"Don't worry, I'm very caring towards women,"

the young man said softly.

"By the way, I've thought of the chastity belt thing. I have a way to deal with my husband when he gets back,"

his wife said.

"Oh?"

the young man asked curiously, "What way?"

"I'll just say that I'm wearing the chastity belt to keep my husband's chastity. He'll be very happy,"

his wife said.

The young man was overjoyed and kissed his wife hard, praising, "Brilliant!"

I knew our story had only just begun...

The young man became even more unrestrained.

He pressed his upper body against his wife and said smugly, "Auntie, after I've played with you
so many times last night and this morning, what's there to say 'no'? My cock is already pressing against your cunt, look
how wet you are!"

My wife blushed deeply at his words, and instead of pushing him away, she gently hugged the young man's arms.

Without warning, the young man suddenly thrust forward and entered his wife's body.

His wife let out a cry, her mouth wide open.

The young man said again, "Auntie, I played with you so many times last night, and you just pretended to be asleep. This morning
when I did it to you again, you still didn't make a sound. Today I'm going to make you scream!"

The wife turned her head away in shame and anger.

A sinister smile appeared on the young man's face. He gently thrust in and out a few times, then suddenly thrust forward. The wife
cried out "Ah!" from the sudden thrust, one hand gripping the sheet tightly, the other
covering her mouth.

But simply covering her mouth wasn't enough.

The young man repeated his trick, and the wife made a shameful sound again.

The young man's repeated mischief completely conquered the wife beneath him.

The wife covered her face with both hands, making strange sounds that were hard to tell if it was crying or moaning.

The young man proudly stroked the wife's thighs with both hands, gently playing with her sparse pubic hair, and then
held her beautiful feet in his hands, admiring them.

"Hmm..." the wife let out a very soft moan.

That was the young man licking her feet.

He gently sucked on her ten jade-like toes.

His wife's feet were beautiful and sensitive.

Impotent, he could only find satisfaction in other parts of her body, so he knew her feet were
a major weakness.

And after years of exploration, he knew that attacking that area would completely engulf her.

The imp kissed his wife until she trembled.

When she tried to take her feet back, he grabbed her hands instead.

He didn't know...

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