Ah Xiang

My wife spent a long time putting on makeup tonight, and it was very elaborate, especially the bright red lipstick. It looked incredibly alluring, and she looked both energetic and charming. Before we left, I hugged her and asked, "Are you looking forward to it?" She nodded and said, "I don't know what she'll think." I said, "Are you afraid of being disappointed and not being able to play tonight?" She said, "If we can't play, we can play at home. What kind of husband gives his wife away to someone else? That's perverted. If she hurts me, I won't let her play anymore." I said, "You're thinking about playing again later?" She said, "If she enjoys herself to the fullest, she'll want to play every day, making you laugh and cry, and regret it." After my wife said that, I felt a jolt of pain in my heart, a nameless ache. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.
The restaurant we chose was a bit far from home, but there was a hotel and a karaoke bar next door. We booked a small private room. Just as we poured tea, she called to say she had arrived at the door. I told her which room number she was in. My wife seemed a little nervous, and actually, I was nervous too. I tried to remain calm and told her to relax and not be nervous. He knocked and came in, carrying a small gift box—a present for my wife. He seemed to have come prepared. My wife shyly accepted it, saying, "Thank you, why did you bring a gift?" He said, "It's a pleasure to meet you two, and I hope you like it." I had my wife sit between me and him, and let them order. He told her to order, saying he'd do whatever he wanted. We chatted about traveling abroad. My wife sat there listening quietly, not saying a word, and seemed less nervous. I told her I'd have her drink with me tonight. I know she can't drink; even a sip makes her face flush. She said no, she gets drunk easily. I said I couldn't drink either, since I was driving. She said, "Why don't we drive home?" That suited me perfectly; it was my plan for tonight—drinking instead of going home so we could go to a hotel. We drank some baijiu (Chinese liquor), but I didn't let her drink too much, lest it affect what happened later. My wife drank a bottle of beer. He was very enthusiastic and talkative throughout the night, and I was especially attentive to her. Perhaps he knew I didn't object to their relationship, which emboldened him. While I was in the restroom, I told my wife, "Let's go to karaoke after dinner. I'll have her pretend to be drunk at the karaoke bar, and in her dazed state, seduce him, hug him, and pretend it's me. I'll give them time; we'll see what happens later." My wife's face was very red; I knew she wasn't drunk, but she looked like one. She got up and went to the restroom too. I said, "Let's go to karaoke after this. Your sister-in-law wants to sing after drinking." She said, "Okay! She's even more charming when she's drunk." I joked, "Has she charmed you?" She chuckled dryly and said, "Yes, I told her she's a little drunk and will be a bit disoriented later, so I can be at ease later."
We walked together into a karaoke bar not far from the restaurant. I supported my wife's arm the whole way. When we sat down, my wife immediately picked two of her best songs. I stood behind her choosing songs, and I was considering whether to tell her the truth now, since many people wouldn't accept something like this. At this point, I had no interest in listening to or singing songs. I was just thinking about how to proceed. After singing a few songs, I told him, "You take care of your wife. I'm going to the car to get a charger; my phone's dead. Don't worry, he'll take care of her." On the way, I wondered, "Do I dare touch my wife? What should I do next?" I was both nervous and expectant, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and bittersweetness. I was leaving my wife to be touched by another man. I was also afraid of the consequences, afraid that one wrong step would be irreversible, and afraid that the police would raid the house—if they found her, it would be all over. On the way back, I wanted to hurry to the door to see what they were doing, but I also wanted to give my wife some time to get familiar with the place. When I got to the door, there was no singing inside, and I couldn't see through the frosted glass. I pushed the door open and saw my wife's head resting on her lap, in what looked like a position of oral sex. I hugged her; her coat was off, and her tight bra made her breasts very prominent, as if she wasn't wearing any clothes. When she saw me come in, she tried to stand up, but my wife wouldn't let him. She gave a dry laugh and said, "My sister-in-law feels nauseous, so I'm supporting her head." I felt a pang of sadness and said, "She might not be able to handle it. I've been drinking, so it's not good to take her home. Why don't you get her a room and let her sleep?" She kept saying, "Okay, okay," and got up, hunched over, and walked away. I knew he was still hard and couldn't stand up. I helped my wife up and asked, "How was it?" My wife blushed and said, "He really wanted to go in, but he was afraid you would." I said, "Do you want to do it?" My wife said, "It's all your fault! You made me so itchy. Let's go home." I said, "If you're itchy, I'll get you some itch relief now." My wife emphasized again, "You won't regret it?" My heart ached, but I firmly said that since it's already like this, I have no regrets.
He called and gave me the room number. I pretended to help my wife into the room. As soon as she entered, she went straight to the bed and lay down fully clothed. I sat on the edge of the bed and helped her take off her top. Her jeans were too tight, so she stood there dumbfounded. I gestured for him to help me, and he grabbed her pants legs and pulled them off in a flash. She was wearing underwear underneath. I covered her with the blanket and she was still standing there, unsure of what to do. My hand reached under the blanket and touched my wife's breasts. I said to her, "Did your sister-in-law seduce you?" He nodded. "Did you touch your sister-in-law just now?" He nodded, blushing. I said I was going to take a shower and asked her to take care of her. He said okay and was already sitting on the edge of the bed. When I went over to get her a glass of water, he was already touching her breasts. He picked my wife up from behind, and I fed her a glass of water. My wife mumbled that she felt uncomfortable, and I didn't know if it was her vagina that was uncomfortable or if it was the alcohol that was making her uncomfortable. I came out of the shower and was kissing her nipple when my wife, holding his head, took off her bra and threw it on the blanket. He saw me and said, "I'm going to shower too," and then ran away. I knew my wife wasn't drunk, so I asked her, "Was it good?" She said her heart was pounding, her head was dizzy, and she was wet down there and wanted to take a shower. I said, "Wait a minute." "Coming," I said, "Sister-in-law wants to take a shower, can you help me?" My wife waved her hand, saying she didn't need me. I helped my wife to the bathroom and helped her take off her clothes. She had already urinated and went to shower, applying shower gel to her genitals. It seemed like she only showered to wash down there; her underwear was wet and she couldn't wear it, so I had her come out wrapped in a towel. As soon as I opened the door, right there at the doorway, my wife lowered her head and got into bed. I got into bed too, and my wife buried her head in my arms. I untied her towel, and she grabbed a sweater from the pillow and put it on her face. I lifted the blanket, but she couldn't grab it and gave up, letting me touch her nipple while she remained standing. I gestured for her to come up and gently touched her other breast; my wife visibly trembled. I gripped the pillow tightly, leaving her breasts exposed. I reached down, but my wife clamped her legs together, refusing to let me touch her. I blew air onto her pubic hair, and she gently relaxed her legs. We pulled her labia apart, opening them like butterflies, revealing her clitoris completely. I licked her clitoris with my tongue. My wife twisted her hips, trying to stop me from licking the tip of her clitoris. I knew the tip was her most sensitive spot; she couldn't handle it. Licking her clitoris for a few minutes would bring her to orgasm. Tonight, I didn't want her to orgasm so quickly; I wanted her to enjoy it slowly… I let her lick, and I inserted my penis into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, moaning as her genitals were licked. His body was visibly trembling. One hand was touching his penis, while the other gripped my buttocks tightly, his nails digging into my flesh, it hurt so much. We hadn't said a word until now. I was relatively calm, but my wife was clearly unable to bear it. Her hand reached down to touch me; I knew she wanted me to go in. I noticed she hadn't taken off her underwear yet, and her penis was erect. I said, "You go in first." She looked at me, quickly pulled off her underwear, and her penis sprang out—thicker and longer than mine, and darker too, looking very ready to be used. There were drops of fluid on the glans. He hesitated, and I said, "No need for a condom, my wife doesn't like them." He lifted my wife's legs, held his penis, moistened it with vaginal fluid at the entrance, and gently inserted it. Her labia majora... I squeezed in with my penis. My wife's legs were twitching, and she let out a long, suppressed moan, her expression one of great pain. She gripped me tightly with both hands. My heart pounded with each penetration, filled with regret and sorrow. The scene I had always longed for was now before my eyes, but there was no excitement as I had imagined. Gradually, my penis was fully inside, our pubic hair pressed together. My vision went black, and I closed my eyes tightly, filled with remorse. My beloved wife, I had given her away to someone else. Looking at her tightly closed eyes, I couldn't tell if she was excited or in pain. She held me tightly, and I held her head in return, bending down to kiss her face, as if to comfort her. As I increased the speed of my thrusting, my wife's breathing became heavier and heavier. That expression was familiar; she was close to climax. I brought my penis to her mouth, and she immediately took it in, sucking deeply, even touching her teeth. I endured the pain and persevered, knowing my wife was about to climax. At that moment, I was terrified that she would bite my penis in her excitement. Suddenly, my wife opened her mouth and let out a long "Ah!" before finally bursting forth. Her whole body trembled, her head arched upwards, and her face and chest flushed. I had never seen this before. Infected by my wife, I thrust even faster. A few minutes later, I thrust to the deepest point and remained motionless. He ejaculated. At this moment, my wife relaxed and lay limp on the bed, withdrawing her now-soft penis. She didn't even care about the semen dripping down, soaking the seven or eight sheets of toilet paper she had used. My penis was rock hard, almost throbbing. Looking at my wife's open vagina, dripping with semen, I thrust in rapidly. There was so much fluid; it made a gurgling sound with each thrust. She was gently sucking on my nipples, and my wife was clearly aroused again, moaning, her eyes still closed, her cries growing louder. Seeing the white foam at her vulva stimulated me, and I increased my speed. My wife responded to me, and we thrust until we both reached orgasm… I took some tissues to clean my wife, who lay there letting me do as I pleased. After ejaculating, I came to my senses, my heart immediately heavy with regret. I even wondered if I was dreaming. My wife struggled to get up, so I picked her up. She wanted to go to the bathroom. I checked the time; it was already 2:30. We'd only played for an hour. My wife urinated, her brow furrowed. I asked, "Does it hurt?" She nodded. She hugged me and said, "I want to take a shower." I said okay. My wife and I had come in completely naked, and we went to shower completely naked. My wife washed herself very carefully. She told me she wanted to go home, and suddenly started crying softly. My nose stung with tears. I hugged my wife and said, "Let's go home, let's go home now, don't cry." I came out with a towel and found clothes for my wife. She silently put on her clothes. I said, "Sister-in-law wants to go home, let's go out and get a taxi home." I don't know what else to say. I helped my wife downstairs and we went home!
Recalling these memories, writing them down is an ordeal for me…

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