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Lewd KTV (Part 2) 

After that passionate French kiss, it seemed like Haozi was determined not to let his wife off the hook. His wife sat on his lap, her large breasts right in front of him. He kept pouring her drinks, and when she spilled a few drops on her breasts, he simply ran his finger over them and rubbed them a few times. Seeing me watching him take advantage of my wife, he even lightly tapped one of her breasts and said to me, "Your breasts are quite bouncy!"
I wonder if anyone else has ever experienced this: watching another man flirt with your wife is more exciting than flirting with someone else's wife. Perhaps Haozi was trying to provoke me, or perhaps he felt that such a brief touch wasn't enough. Seeing that I didn't object at all when he touched my wife's chest, and seeing that my wife didn't stop him at all, after touching my wife's chest, he went straight to stick his fingers into her bra and pulled it open a bit. Since my wife was sitting on his lap with her breasts right in front of him, he should have been able to see her nipples from that position. I saw him pull open my wife's bra, staring at her breasts, and saying, "Wife, your breasts are so big. You're trying to seduce me into committing a crime." After saying that, he gave me a wicked grin. The wife, perhaps a little smug from hearing Haozi call her "wife," deliberately pushed her chest closer to Haozi and asked, "Does my husband like it?"
Fatty, who was flirting with his girl nearby, heard Haozi and his wife calling each other "husband" and came over, saying Haozi was being unfair, not drinking more than usual after getting a new wife. He demanded Haozi punish himself with three drinks. Haozi, probably happy, kept saying he would accept the punishment, picked up a beer from the table, and drank three glasses. Fatty, watching him finish, said Haozi hadn't waited for him to finish explaining the rules, so it didn't count and they had to start over. Haozi, clearly feeling tricked, asked Fatty what the rules were. Fatty said, "Of course, it's drinking the nuptial cup." Haozi, obviously tempted, still said he'd just drunk three glasses and couldn't wait a bit longer. Fatty immediately disagreed, saying if the nuptial cup had to be drunk slowly, then wouldn't they have to slow down before entering the bridal chamber? I also joined in the commotion, urging them to drink quickly. Perhaps seeing that I had also invited them to drink, Haozi and his wife stopped being polite and actually drank the "cross-cupped" toast. Fatty finished his glass in one gulp, while his wife drank more slowly, only managing to drink less than half of hers before she did something we hadn't expected: she took a big gulp of beer and then directly fed it to Haozi mouth-to-mouth. This "cross-cupped" toast made us all very enthusiastic.
Haozi drank almost two bottles of beer in a row, and perhaps because his stomach was bloated, he pulled his wife to accompany him to the toilet right after finishing the "cross-cupped" toast. I immediately exposed him, saying he wasn't drunk, but rather that his "little brother" was rebelling. However, I still made way for him to pull his wife out of my sight, and everyone in the room couldn't help but laugh at Haozi's erection.
The girl in my arms, probably feeling we'd been flirting with my wife, asked us where we'd met that woman after they left. She said she'd seen someone bring her here before, with four or five men, but this time they only brought her. Fatty looked at me, asking how I'd answer. I quickly said she was another friend's wife; he couldn't come to my birthday party, so he sent his wife instead. The girl said my friend's wife was really slutty and even encouraged us to take off her bra later, saying it happened last time. She added that if they were in the bathroom for so long, they must be doing something naughty!
About five minutes later, my wife and Mouse came in. I noticed my wife's clothes weren't disheveled, but Mouse's erection was gone. After they came back, Mouse sat back down on the sofa. This time, my wife didn't sit on Fatty's lap but between me and Mouse. Mouse naturally put an arm around my wife's neck and put his hand inside her bra, rubbing her breasts. When the fat man saw them return, he continued to take advantage of the princess in his arms while asking the mouse where the tent in front of him had gone, demanding that the mouse honestly explain what it had been doing outside!

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