【Wife and Hairdresser】 (Family Incest Adult Novel)

(one)

After being married for a long time, when love between men and women becomes a routine, every couple, with few exceptions, will begin to seek change, or in other words, look for excitement or fun. After lurking in Siheyuan for a long time and reading too many articles, I once eagerly thought about whether I would have the opportunity to have exciting sex with my wife in a 3P or wife-swapping way. However, my wife, who gave me her first time, was too conservative. After trying so hard for a long time, she could only accept the role-playing between husband and wife! Just when I was feeling discouraged, an opportunity came!

On a hot summer afternoon, I accompanied my wife to a hair studio to get her hair cut. As soon as we entered the studio, my wife's hairstylist, A Ming, was already waiting at the door and immediately came forward: "Hello, Mr. Chen, Ms. Lin." "Hello!" I responded with a smile.

"Um--……"

Hmm... my wife's reaction was a little strange, but I can’t really tell why.

I glanced at Amin inadvertently, and saw his expression that seemed to be smiling for a moment. "There's hope!" I thought excitedly.

Amin is an old acquaintance of my wife and I. He is about 175 cm tall and has a gentle appearance. His body is not strong but has a well-proportioned figure. Before dating me, my wife had been coming here regularly and Amin was responsible for all her hair beauty care matters. After dating me, my wife also brought me here and I became Amin's regular customer.

When I first met Ming, he was not married. In the past few years, he and his wife got married. Whenever his wife wants to come here, we usually come together as long as I am free.

Everyone should have the same experience, that is, when getting a haircut, we will chat with the hairdresser about all sorts of things, so over time, Amin and we have become good friends who can talk about everything. Although as my wife and I have known each other and married for a long time, our sex life has gradually lost passion, which made me want to add some stimulation, but because my wife is too conservative and we have not met Amin for too long - who has the time to get a haircut regularly? So although I have other thoughts about my wife, I really didn't put too many thoughts on Amin. Now that I have seen some clues, the evil fire in my heart has suddenly burst into flames and can no longer be suppressed!

A-Ming's hair studio is located in the city where every inch of land is valuable, so there is only a counter of a few square meters on the first floor, and the work area is on the second floor along the stairs. There is a door at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor. When the door is closed, it can ensure that the customers here can relax and enjoy the service of the staff in a quiet environment. My wife and I are afraid of noise, so we always come here on weekdays in the afternoon, which is when the business is the slowest. At this time, there are only three of us on the entire second floor, and the other hairdressers are on the first floor either resting or waiting for customers who have not made appointments.

After my wife sat down, I chatted for a few words and then closed my eyes and dozed off as usual. Because of what I saw on the first floor, I still can't calm down - I'm excited, and my breathing is a little rapid. I was afraid that my mother-in-law would notice something. Fortunately, this is my usual pattern, so she didn't seem to suspect anything. After the usual questioning, A-Ming started his work, and Po also started chatting with A-Ming. I closed my eyes and pricked up my ears to listen to their conversation. "Sure enough, there is a problem!"

"Could there really be something happening between Po and A-Ming that I don't know about?" A feeling of doubt and excitement rose in my heart. Honestly, if most people heard what my wife and Ah Ming were talking about, they wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with it. It was just about current events and their respective families, etc. But for us, who have known each other for many years, the tone and atmosphere seemed a bit weird and depressing. “Because I was there!”

This is the conclusion I came to! At this moment, a surge of anger rose in my heart.

"Wife, are you hiding something from me about Ah Ming?"

To be honest, I love my wife very much, although I have had other ideas about sex in recent years. During foreplay, I often deliberately make my wife unable to move up and down, and then deliberately make up some humiliating plots. When my wife's desire is at its highest, I will insert my hot cock deeply into my wife's pussy which is full of love juice. My wife can often reach orgasm at the moment of insertion. These processes also made me realize that women are inherently slutty and want to be fucked by different cocks!

So even though I tease her and entice her to try different cocks, I always emphasize again and again that I must be present when these things happen, because I love her, but I am also afraid that she will fall in love with someone else because of sex. "I can't accept having sex with a man other than you!" This is the mother-in-law's usual conservative and unchanging answer!

But the ambiguous atmosphere in front of me made me doubt whether my wife had changed her mind. The strong jealousy made me almost stand up immediately and scold the adulterous couple in front of me! Uh...it seemed like they were still cutting my hair with respect...I took a few deep breaths without making any expression, and my excitement gradually subsided. Since what I saw before my eyes was not evidence at all, I had no choice but to watch quietly.

I kept saying to myself in my mind, "Wife, please don't let me down!" To be honest, at this moment I didn't understand whether I wanted to see that my wife and A-Ming were really having an affair, or whether everything was normal!

The rubbing sound of scissors rang in my ears, the conversation and laughter continued, and Amin gradually cut the hair on the side of my wife. Just when I began to doubt whether all this was my own suspicion, my wife's reflexive movement of retracting her arm attracted my squinting gaze.

I saw my wife retract her hand and then she pretended to look back at me casually - I was pretending to be asleep, so of course there was no flaw. Then she seemed to be relieved and looked up at Amin. There seemed to be shyness, a little anger and helplessness in her eyes... Anyway, now that things have changed, I can't figure out what it means, and even my wife herself can't explain it!

After that, my wife did something that almost made me forget to close my eyes and pretend to take a nap. She actually stretched out her hand as if she was going to hit Ming. "Fuck! Slut! You actually did that in front of my husband's face - even though in her eyes I was asleep with my eyes closed!

"Flirting with other men" I cursed in my mind!

At this time, Amin was even more outrageous. He put the scissors in his left hand and stretched out his right hand to hold his wife's hand. His wife seemed startled and struggled reflexively but failed to break free. Then Amin put the tools on the dressing table, held his wife's hands with both hands and began to rub them gently. My wife seemed anxious. She withdrew her other hand, pointed at me, and then reached out to the other hand held by Amin, and made a gesture of clasping her hands together to ask for help.

Seeing this, I knew that my wife was asking Ah Ming not to "tease" her in front of me, but Ah Ming's next move made me feel confused. I saw Ah Ming pointing at my wife's elbow, and then pointing at his lower body. I thought to myself

"Is Ah Ming going to ask my wife to help him put away his gun? Does he even take my existence seriously? And, he seems to be pointing at my wife's elbow joint, which..."

While I was guessing, my wife glanced at me quickly, paused for a moment as if thinking, then slowly raised her head, opened her misty eyes, and nodded slightly. - And A-Ming grinned and silently revealed a smile of success.

"What's going on! Isn't my wife willing? Isn't she having an affair with Ah Ming behind my back?" I just breathed a sigh of relief, but when I saw my wife's tearful eyes, I fell into the struggle of humiliating my wife and saving her.

"Help... wake up... help... wake up..."

While I was struggling internally, Amin would not wait for me. After my wife nodded, Amin picked up his tools again and continued his work. Everything seemed to have returned to the previous situation.

What’s going on? Didn’t my wife promise something to Amin? Why does it seem like there is no further development... wait... why is Amin's lower body constantly twisting... the position of his penis... is against my wife's elbow joint!

Depend on! When I understood everything, I felt my head explode and my cock instantly became erect, so hard that it hurt.

Everyone must know or have had this experience - the height of the barber chair can be adjusted, and when the customer sits on the chair and puts his forearms on the armrests, the elbow joints will protrude outside the armrests.

When I was cutting hair for other barbers in the past, I often encountered that the barbers would focus on their work and put their crotch area directly on my elbow without paying attention, and even their lower body would rub against my elbow while moving. But I didn't ask or was too embarrassed to ask the barbers whether this gave me pleasure.

And the scene in front of me now is: my wife is sitting on the barber chair with her hands on the armrests of the chair normally, and her male hairdresser is standing beside her and close to her. His obviously erect penis is pressed against my wife's elbow through a layer of cloth, and my wife's fair and tender muscles are squeezed and rubbed, causing slight deformation and shaking. Looking at everything in front of me, listening to my wife and A-Ming's suppressed breathing... "Is this humiliation? It's so fucking exciting!"

I shouted loudly in my heart! "Huh..." I suppressed the excitement in my heart and continued to look at Amin's hard cock and the squeeze of my wife's palm. I began to worry about my wife: If everything now is not what my wife is willing for, then to what extent can my wife accept it? Given her conservative nature, would she feel hurt? Will I have the chance to realize my ultimate wish - to watch my wife's pussy swallow another man's cock?

well! I was thinking about it anxiously.

I hope Amin is smart enough to take it step by step and not get to a point where his wife can’t accept it!

While I was daydreaming, Amin's work was almost completed. She had moved to the front right of my wife, which was the position of my wife's palm. Amin's penis had also begun to rub the back of my wife's hand. At this time, my wife's hand shrank. After all, the palm is different from other parts of the arm, and my wife obviously felt resistance again.

At this time, Amin grabbed his wife's hand again, and their eyes met. It seemed that after a brief exchange, his wife compromised and let Amin pull her hand to the armrest. Unexpectedly, Amin pulled his wife's hand and put it directly on her penis. The moment it touched Amin's penis, his wife's body shook violently, and then she pulled her hand back with force.

The large movement suddenly reminded him of my presence. He turned back to look at me nervously, then looked up and glared at Amin, two lines of tears already bursting out!

"Damn! It's hopeless." I sighed in disappointment.

"Amin, you are too impatient!"

What happened next was just as I expected. After my wife glared at Amin for a few seconds and Amin was at a loss for a moment like a child who had done something wrong, both of them continued with the unfinished haircutting task as if nothing had happened. The scene was naturally silent during this period - the atmosphere was awkward. After despising Amin in my heart, I gave up watching the show and really closed my eyes to rest.

After a while, I heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. I opened my eyes and saw that my wife had stood up and was about to go to the hair washing room. Her eyes were red, which made me feel distressed, but I could only look away and pretend not to see it.

"It's done!"

"Well... I was just about to wash my hair." My mother-in-law responded to me in a low voice as if she was guilty. Her expression made me want to protect her and it made me feel heartbroken.

"Damn it! Are you sick? Your wife is being bullied and you just stand there and watch."

A strong sense of self-blame spread in my heart. Before I could finish blaming myself, my wife had already stepped into the hair washing room. Ah Ming, who was following behind my wife, turned his head and gave me a weird smile. "Damn it! He knows... He knows my sexual fetish."

My brain seemed to freeze at this moment. I nodded subconsciously, nodded at my wife and gave Amin an encouraging look. After seeing my series of actions, Amin nodded and walked towards my wife with a nasty smile on his lips.

I couldn't figure it out, so I stopped talking.

"Forget it, I'll try harder tonight and see if my wife will reveal it when she's on the verge of death." I glanced at the hair washing room secretly. The door was not closed. I thought that with my wife who was defensive - or should I say, her defenses were not aroused, Ah Ming would have no chance today. As if to confirm what I was thinking, Ah Ming would never dare to go beyond the line in front of my wife with a cold face. As for me, with a truckload of questions, I returned home in a depressed mood, looking forward to the evening... without knowing that this was unusual for me. My absent-minded behavior has clearly been seen by my wife...

(two)

It was destined to be a restless night. Looking at the beautiful body of my wife lying in front of me, my desire was burning to the highest point.

Imagining everything that happened in the hair studio, imagining my wife who might be possessed soon, I gently and domineeringly rubbed the two jade rabbits that had always belonged to me over and over again, and my fingers lightly twisted the two buds on the tender breasts.

As if sensing my burning desire, my wife's long-lost passion was also ignited, her misty eyes gleaming with unconcealed desire.