Our marriage's thirty-year history of adultery, part eight: Us now

Right now, I'm struggling to type. The computer desk in the master bedroom faces our bed. I'm naked, my left hand gently stroking my penis, afraid I might accidentally ejaculate. My right hand is laboriously typing. Right in front of me, on our bed, a young man from Yunnan, naked and muscular, has his hairy thighs spread wide, leaning comfortably against the headboard. On his six-pack abs, there are patches of semen and dried semen. My wife, with her long hair down, has her face pressed against him, her breasts almost deformed by our bodies pressed together. My wife looks at the young man's thick, dark penis with tenderness, one hand caressing his bulging scrotum. My wife is also naked, her large buttocks arched and curled up beside him, her dark, shameful anus and vagina, which a respectable woman shouldn't let outsiders see, are shamefully exposed. The young man's hands were wantonly kneading and playing with Mei's large buttocks, occasionally inserting into her wet vagina, digging out the thick semen and sticky vaginal fluid that had been ejaculated inside her most of the night. Just
over five hours earlier, the three of us were sitting at the dining table. I looked serious and dignified, Mei wore a gray wool suit with the mature elegance of an elder, and the young man was impeccably polite and respectful. Although, after testing the waters for most of the semester, we both knew what was about to happen.
On the floor beside the bed, there were crumpled, wet rolls of toilet paper everywhere, but no unused condoms. Because tonight, no contraception was needed, only wild stimulation.
This young man must have felt a great sense of accomplishment; he was the son of my college classmate, now a sophomore at a university in our city. Like his father, he had a robust physique and a thick, cannon-like penis. Tonight, he possessed the wife of his father's classmate, the respectable woman three years older than his mother, and the woman his father had ravaged hundreds of times—my wife!
"Aunt Jiang, do you want more?" The young man was truly well-mannered; even at this moment, he still addressed his wife as "Aunt Jiang." His penis, having recovered from his previous ejaculation, gradually became erect again under Mei's gentle caresses.
"Yes, Aunt Jiang, still—" His wife's voice was a little hoarse, and her face still showed some shyness. But the young man understood her meaning. He jumped off the bed and stood on the floor, glancing at me somewhat embarrassedly. I nodded affirmatively.
His wife, understanding the situation, moved to the edge of the bed, sticking out her large buttocks towards the young man. He supported her buttocks, adjusted his position, and his penis slid almost instantly into her vagina, beginning thrusting. His wife responded with soft moans, a voice that didn't sound like that of a woman in her fifties, but rather so alluring.
I controlled my emotions and had to start typing. So, in the dimly lit bedroom, amidst the blurry shadows of two bodies moving and colliding, and with my wife's alluring moans, I will continue my story.

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