Cheating Wife-5 (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

(five)

The student had been impatient for a long time. After we met, I insisted that he accept my money so that I would feel better. Although it was just self-deception, he was quite polite to me. Maybe my situation moved him to sympathize with me. The tall and handsome young man got drunk the first time he drank with me! However, when we said goodbye to each other, I still reminded him not to drink anymore these days. After he shook hands with me, he held my wife's hand tightly and kept shaking it in farewell gestures, until my wife, who might have been hurt by the pinch, broke free from his handshake. He still showed some embarrassment even though he was drunk. We sent him to the taxi and watched the car leave.

The wife was no longer as nervous as she was at the beginning about having sex with two strange men in succession.
I also began to focus more on choosing the ovulation and implantation period with her, and during these days, I kept calling him to tell him not to go out drinking and to be careful not to catch a cold, etc., which made him very angry. Fortunately, perhaps he understood my feelings and endured it.

The day that had been calculated finally arrived. It was impossible for me to say that I wasn't nervous. Although it was my first time, the psychological knot didn't seem to have subsided much.

We had dinner together, and finally, after discussing with my wife, we decided to stay in the only four-star hotel room here. The main reason was that we were afraid that the student would get a taste of the food and wouldn’t be able to control himself, which would cause us trouble.

The three of us drank half a bottle of red wine, and everyone's face started to turn red. We took a taxi to the restaurant, and after entering the room, no one said anything more. My wife went to change clothes and take a shower, and he and I sat on the bed in the bedroom watching TV. I handed him a cigarette, and he lit it and started smoking. The sound of water splashing in the bathroom was heard, and the aroma of shampoo and body wash gradually drifted out from the bottom of the bathroom. Under the dim night light in the room, two men were shrouded in this lazy fragrance, each thinking about their own thoughts. He didn't look at me, but from time to time he glanced at the light shining under the bathroom door, but quickly returned to the direction he was staring at. After the sound of the door being pulled open, his wife came out wrapped in a cloud of mist.

Her wet hair was slightly curled, and she looked even more charming under the dim light. She was wearing her favorite silk pajamas, and walked quickly to the bed with her head lowered. She quickly lifted the blanket and got into the quilt that had been laid out long ago.

I said to him, you should wash too. He replied that he had already washed, so I insisted that he wash again, and convinced him that bathing could invigorate the blood circulation and sober him up. He finally agreed, but he was hesitant in taking off his clothes, and finally entered the bathroom wearing an autumn shirt and autumn pants. The sound of water splashing sounded again. I gently ran to the bed, gently combed her wet hair and said to her, "You should take the initiative later. It's too awkward between him and me." My wife nodded and whispered, "You should relax a little. Otherwise, judging from his expression, he might back down at the last minute." When I said this, I became nervous, afraid that all my efforts would be wasted.

When he came out of the shower, he was still wearing his long-sleeved shirt and long trousers. When I saw him coming out, I said, "Let me take a shower too." I went into the bathroom and ran the water in it but did nothing. I wiped the mist off the bathroom mirror with a towel and looked at my face in the bathroom mirror, which had not completely subsided from the stimulation of alcohol. Through the sound of water, I could hear my wife outside saying something to him. His footsteps walked on the carpet towards the bed, and then there was silence, with only the background sound of the TV.

I slowly turned down the sound of the water, but didn't turn it off completely. I knew it was inappropriate to go out at this time. My wife's voice was vague, and then I heard the muffled sound of the Simmons mattress in the inner bed, "He got on the bed!"

I responded affirmatively in my head, and at this moment, my heart felt very heavy, as if the mattress was pressing down on me.
I suppressed my eagerness to go out and stayed in front of the black marble sink.

I put my ear against the door and could hear the intermittent voices of two people. His breathing gradually became heavier, and I could also hear his wife's excited voice and gasps. I guessed that his wife was starting to guide him to start "working".

The sound of their wet lips sucking against each other was intermittent, and the pressure sound of the bed became more frequent. Their gradually high emotions also excited my suppressed and heavy heart. I became excited inexplicably, and the guy in my pants also stood up. The warm mist in the bathroom surrounded me, making me dizzy.

In the bedroom, my wife seemed to be startled by something and let out a soft "ah" which disappeared in an instant. I thought he had hurt her, so I turned off the faucet. Sure enough, her (his) voice suddenly became very weak. He was very smart and should have become gentle to my wife again. I turned on the faucet again and the sound of water covered up my complicated mood and everything that was happening in the bedroom.

I really couldn't hold back in the stuffy bathroom, so I quietly and slowly turned the door open, reached out a hand and fumbled to turn off the bathroom light switch on the side outside the door. I quietly squeezed out of the bathroom.
The night light in the bedroom was turned to the lowest setting, with only the background light from the TV making the room dim and bright.
What shocked me was that he was actually lying on my wife's body. Her two white thighs were very conspicuous under the dim light. He clamped them tightly on both sides of his body and stretched them outward. His white and firm buttocks moved up and down vigorously between her legs. They were completely devoted to this special work. I was half-standing quietly by the bed like a stake. My wife's long hair, which had not yet dried, covered her face. Her two white breasts were held in the hands of the strong boy. They must have known that I was beside them, but they all seemed to regard me as the emptiness of the world around them.

After nearly ten minutes of mechanical movement, the guy finally fell on top of her. My wife spread her thighs wide, clamped his waist tightly with her calves, revealing the pillow under her buttocks. When I saw this pillow, I remembered the scene at home that day. The "sower" seemed to want to withdraw, but he couldn't do anything because of my wife's tightly clamped legs. He didn't struggle anymore, so he lay on top of her with peace of mind, as if he was pushing the "syringe" that had pierced her body deeper. It stayed like this for about six or seven minutes, and then my wife slowly spread her legs.

He straightened his body, looked back at me, and then stopped his gaze on the pile of clothes thrown beside the bed. He jumped off the bed nimbly and carefully covered my wife with a blanket. The limp thing in the shadow between his legs jumped and swung with his movements. He quickly put on his autumn clothes and ran to the outer bed to get a sweater and trousers. After tidying himself up, he didn't even take the cigarette I handed him and opened his mouth to leave.

I did not forget my promise and took out 500 yuan for "nutrition fees". He repeatedly said no. My wife on the bed said, "Xiao X, take it. Your brother will mind if you don't take it." He thought about it under the dim night light and finally took it. He said goodbye to me and my wife, opened the door safety, and quickly went out.

I turned the button back on, went back to the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. My wife squinted her eyes in the bright light.
So I turned the light down a little, lifted the blanket and began to examine the remains of the "Sower". At the edge of the bed, there was a deep wet mark on the snow-white sheets.

"He had already ejaculated once, and I just used my hand to jerk him off a few times, and he ejaculated. I quickly used my hand to catch the semen and rubbed it on myself, but it was no use, it didn't flow in at all, and it just made everything sticky, so I let him put it in..."

"You won't call me, right? I have a syringe with me. I can just suck the stuff in and inject it in."

"He was so nervous at the time. If you interfered, it would definitely be embarrassing for everyone, so I made the decision myself. In fact, I just wanted to have a child as soon as possible..."

As soon as she said the word "child", I felt like I had no room for rebuttal.

"But he really likes this. When he was entering me, he said to me, if I give you everything, can you let me be your father? I said yes, you must not keep any of it, give it all to me, I need your good seeds, let them bear fruit in me, I will turn you from a boy into a real man and make you a father."

Hearing this, I was stimulated and put my head on my wife's vagina. Just now it was a place of fierce battle, but now it has calmed down. My wife lies there quietly, with her buttocks raised high by pillows, peacefully enjoying the semen that had just been shot into her and has now liquefied into a warm and gentle stream flowing along the slanted vagina to her warm, moist and tender uterus.

It's really strange to think about it. Because I can't, my wife's vagina can be entered by strange men again and again. I especially hope that the reproductive excretions of those strange men will be violently sprayed into my wife's originally secret private parts again and again. The semen discharged by different men can actually enter the vagina of the same woman. The sperm groups carrying different genes will combine with an egg with the same gene. I look at the delicate and soft flesh that seems strange and familiar in front of me, and smell the charming body odor emanating from the entrance of this secret cave that was pleasant and attractive in the past.
Today, the place is mixed with the body odor of another strange man who just left here.

In the past, only I could enter the soft walls of her cavity, but just a few minutes ago, another man's meat-like thing scraped the tender flesh here and pulled it out and inserted it again. Now I know that the mentality of the men called "turtles" in the world is no different from how I feel at this moment. I also want to offer my wife to the "guns" of other men, and let them sprint inside her, and finally shoot a stream of hot "bullets" that are usually despised into her body cavity completely, and I want her to lie there quietly and enjoy the gray, fishy and thick body fluids discharged by these men that will forever make me a cuckold.

Thinking more and more, another desire was aroused in me. I began to be eager to go into battle, but my wife refused me. She said to me that she didn't want to be tired anymore and should have a good sleep. I thought about it and it made sense, so I stroked her still wet and slippery hole with my hand, while I put her neck on my shoulder. A couple who were looking forward to beautiful dreams fell asleep in this corner of the city.

This time, she got pregnant as she wished. I don't know which strong sperm entered the body of a beautiful egg discharged by my wife, and it began to divide, develop and grow vigorously in her uterus. I often imagine with joy what this future child will look like. I have completely forgotten what happened in the past.
Although I was upset once by a phone call from the boy who was the real father of the child, after my wife told him that she would show him the child after it was born, he seemed to have disappeared and remained silent ever since.

Unexpected events happen all the time. When my wife was four months pregnant, she accidentally went out and contracted the flu. Although it was only three or four days, we still checked her body under the serious doctor's warning and instructions and found that there might be residual influenza virus in her body. This disease has no effect on adults, but it is terrible for a fetus of three or four months. It can cause malformations and cerebral palsy and other irreversible lifelong diseases. In the end, we had no choice but to abort this fetus that we had worked so hard to get after weighing the pros and cons...

I told my sad wife that this child might not belong to us from birth, so just forget it, we can still "continue". My wife asked tearfully, "Don't you feel pain in your heart?"

I said, I don't care about anything as long as you can have a child.