Su Yu's already delicate and charming face was now flushed with an alluring rosy hue from excitement, her beautiful eyes shining with an intense brilliance.
She lay on her side on the bed, propping her head up with an elbow. The low neckline of her cream-colored knit top was pulled even lower by her posture, causing the soft fabric to press against her full, snow-white D-cup breasts, which seemed on the verge of spilling out. The deep cleavage between them appeared capable of ensnaring the gaze of any man.
"Did you hear that?"
Su Yu's tone carried a hint of teasing laughter. As she spoke, she stretched out her long, shapely leg, clad in light-blue denim shorts, and gently hooked Lin Zhe's calf with the tip of her fair foot.
"It seems your father is taking out all the frustration he couldn't unleash on me and venting it on your mother instead."
These words, combined with his wife's provocative actions, acted like a match, instantly igniting the tinder of Lin Zhe's cuckolding fantasy.
Father… mother… wife…
The words swirled madly in his mind, forming forbidden images that made his blood boil and his mouth go dry.
In that moment, Lin Zhe's gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, revealing his father's wretched state, tormented by desire, and that thick, meaty rod—which, according to his wife, was even larger than his own.
How desperately they must crave a warm, wet place right now.
And that place, to be precise, should have been his wife Su Yu's honeyed depths.
"Don't… don't talk nonsense…"
As these thoughts flooded his mind, Lin Zhe's breathing grew ragged, his body reacting intensely. The long, thick rod he'd inherited from his father, yet was even more slender, began to stir uncontrollably in his pants, slowly hardening.
"Nonsense?"
Su Yu giggled softly, sitting up and slithering over to Lin Zhe's side like a bewitching serpent, kneeling astride his waist.
The position gave her a commanding view, her ample breasts swaying slightly with her movements, exuding a deadly allure.
Then, leaning in close, she let her warm breath brush against Lin Zhe's ear, her voice dropping to a husky, seductive whisper:
"Husband… aren't you curious? Curious about how it would feel if your father's thick, massive rod were to plunge into my little hole?"
"Xiao Yu, you… you're just too lewd…"
Lin Zhe's face flushed crimson, but his body betrayed his true feelings. The thick, lengthy rod between his legs had now fully hardened, like a red-hot iron bar, tenting his loose pants in an exaggerated bulge.
"I am a slut,"
Su Yu admitted unabashedly. Then, she reached out with her delicate hand and gently grasped Lin Zhe's burning, rigid length through the fabric of his pants.
"And what's more, I'm a slut who's about to be fucked by your father. Are you excited, husband?"
"I…"
Lin Zhe's Adam's apple bobbed violently as shame and excitement warred within him.
In the end, primal desire triumphed over everything.
Gasping for breath, he nodded—haltingly, yet with undeniable honesty.
Watching her husband completely consumed by desire, a flicker of contempt and satisfaction passed through Su Yu's eyes.
But more than that, there was a twisted, intense love.
She loved him—so much so that she was willing to offer herself to fulfill the deepest, unspoken fantasy buried in his heart.
In the next instant, Su Yu began to knead the shaft—still radiating intense heat even through the fabric—with just the right pressure, all while whispering into her husband's ear the bold and audacious details of her plan.
"Tomorrow, I'll wear that black lace dress—the one you said was too revealing for me to wear outside—with nothing underneath, completely bare."
"I'll find a chance to be alone with your father, like when I help him prepare fruit in the kitchen."
Her voice was like a devil's whisper, each word striking Lin Zhe's most sensitive nerves.
Feeling the shaft in her hand swell even thicker under the influence of her words, Su Yu paused briefly, then smiled with satisfaction.
"Then, just like today, I'll deliberately bend over to get something from the fridge, letting the dress tighten over my curves so he can clearly see the outline of my rounded buttocks."
"After that, I'll 'accidentally' drop the fruit knife and slowly, very slowly, crouch down to pick it up…"
Su Yu's description was suffused with vivid imagery, and Lin Zhe's mind involuntarily conjured the provocative scene.
His breathing grew heavier, like a beast trapped in a cage, pushed to its limits.
Watching her husband's agitation, Su Yu's voice grew even sweeter and more seductive as she continued her soft murmurs:
"By then, your father won't be able to resist."
"He'll embrace me from behind, his thick cock pressing against my buttocks."
"Husband, do you think he'll be even harder than you are now?"
"He will… he definitely will…"
Lin Zhe forced the words through gritted teeth, jealousy and excitement intertwining to drive him to the brink of madness.
Su Yu smiled again, pleased.
"Then, I'll pretend to struggle a little before letting him press me against the counter, half-resisting, half-yielding."
At this point, Su Yu finally began to undo Lin Zhe's pants. Her cool fingertips brushed against his scorching abdomen, sending a shiver through his body.
And yet, his wife's devilish whispers persisted relentlessly in his ear:
"Next, he'll lift my skirt from behind and see my bare, completely exposed buttocks and slit… He'll rub his veiny shaft against the outside first, making my pussy drip with thick, sticky wetness…"
"Stop… stop talking…"
Lin Zhe's scalp tingled, feeling as if her verbal teasing alone might make him climax. He quickly grabbed Su Yu's hand, trying to silence her.
"No, I won't stop!"
With surprising strength, Su Yu seized her husband's wrist and pressed his hand against her chest, letting him feel, through her knit top, the frantic beating of her heart and the astonishing softness and resilience of her breasts.
"I want you to hear every detail clearly!"
"When your father uses his thick glans to push open my soaked entrance, thrusting in little by little, how do you think I'll react?"
"I'll clench my legs, pretending it hurts, and then I'll whimper softly…"
"Husband, save me…"
She uttered these last four words with an impossibly light, seductive tone, like a feather carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, shattering Lin Zhe's last shred of restraint.
"Su Yu! You slut!"
He could no longer restrain himself, letting out a suppressed roar as he flipped over and pinned his wife beneath him, then began frantically tearing at her clothes.
Su Yu's beige knitted sweater was roughly pushed upward, revealing her full, snow-white breasts, completely unbound and unrestrained.
The shape of her breasts was nothing short of perfect, like two ripe peaches, rising and falling gently with her breath.
The nipples at their peaks had already hardened with excitement, taking on a lovely shade of pink.
Lin Zhe, like a ravenous infant, buried his face in the soft, snowy expanse of his wife's chest, opening his mouth to greedily suckle on one of her nipples.
"Mmm..."
Su Yu let out a satisfied moan, her long legs wrapping around Lin Zhe's waist of their own accord. The secret garden beneath her denim shorts was already soaked and slick with arousal.
While suckling on his wife's breast, Lin Zhe swiftly stripped off her denim shorts and his own pants.
At that moment, his thick, menacing shaft, hardened by fantasy, was finally set free.
Without any further forethought, Lin Zhe guided his burning, rigid length toward his wife's already drenched and eagerly awaiting secret garden.
"Schlick—"
With a distinct, lewd, wet sound, the broad head of his cock parted the slick entrance, plunging deep inside without hesitation, burying itself to the hilt.
"Ah!"
Su Yu cried out at the sudden, intense penetration, her body arching upward instinctively. The walls of her passage clenched tightly around the invading shaft.
"Tell me, you slut, does it feel better when I fuck you, or when you fantasize about being fucked by Dad?"
Feeling Su Yu's response, Lin Zhe, his eyes red with lust, thrust his hips forcefully, driving his cock in and out of his wife's tight, wet passage while hurling crude words at her.
Each deep thrust seemed as if it would pierce through Su Yu's lower abdomen, and every friction between his shaft and her inner walls produced a series of wet, squelching sounds.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed clearly in the quiet bedroom.
"It's Dad... ah... Dad's... thicker than yours... it must feel even better..."
Even in the throes of intense pleasure, Su Yu didn't forget to respond to her husband with words.
Her words acted like the most potent aphrodisiac, driving Lin Zhe to even greater frenzy.
No longer satisfied with their current position, he flipped Su Yu over, making her lie face down on the bed with her plump, rounded buttocks raised high.
From this angle, it was clear to see how Lin Zhe's shaft was swallowed by Su Yu's slick, heated flesh. With each withdrawal, it pulled out strands of glistening, lewd nectar, making the point of their connection gleam.
"Look, you slut!"
Lin Zhe grabbed Su Yu's sleek, black hair, forcing her to turn her head and watch the place where they were joined.
"This is your husband's cock! Tomorrow, this slutty hole of yours is going to be fucked by an even thicker cock! Will you scream even louder than you are now?"
"Yes... ah... husband... I was wrong... go easier... you're going to break me..."
Su Yu began to plead intermittently, but to Lin Zhe, her pleas sounded like the sweetest praise.
Then, gripping his wife's rounded buttocks, he began thrusting even more fiercely, his massive member plunging deep again and again, each time as if trying to breach the entrance to her womb.
"Ah... ah... ah... ah..."
Su Yu was jolted into emitting fragmented moans, her body like a small boat tossed in a violent storm, at risk of capsizing at any moment yet unable to escape. So she could only clutch the sheets tightly with her delicate, pale hands, enduring—and also savoring—each of her husband's impacts.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed.
Lin Zhe felt a surge of electricity shoot straight to the top of his head, drawing a satisfied groan from him. Immediately after, he released gush after gush of hot, thick semen, forcefully spurting deep into Su Yu's warm, moist womb.
"Ugh—ah!"
Under the deluge of her husband's release, Su Yu also reached her peak...
In the lingering aftermath of their climax, both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, their sweat soaking the sheets.
Lin Zhe held his wife close, letting her use his arm as a pillow while he gently combed through her sweat-dampened hair with his fingers. In a hoarse voice, he said:
"Wife, you were so wild just now."
"Husband, you were so strong too, it felt so good."
Su Yu's voice carried a hint of post-orgasmic languor as she nestled contentedly deeper into Lin Zhe's embrace, like a docile cat.
And Lin Zhe knew well that although his wife's explicit performance earlier was partly due to what she'd admitted—her father complex—it was mostly to please him and satisfy his twisted fantasies.
But the clarity that followed ejaculation made Lin Zhe feel a twinge of fear and concern.
"Wife."
Su Yu looked up, puzzled, her eyes glistening as she gazed at him. "Hmm?"
Lin Zhe twirled a strand of Su Yu's hair around his finger, hesitating before speaking:
"To be honest, I feel... once you and Dad really get together, we might end up going down a path like... say, wife swapping. I'm a bit worried..."
"Worried that if you secretly sleep with other men behind my back, or even... even fall in love with someone else, what would we do then?"
Lin Zhe's concern wasn't unfounded.
He had read many novels on the theme of sharing one's wife, where, midway or later in the story, the woman would always lose herself in the whirlpool of desire for various reasons, creating irreparable cracks in the marital relationship.
Even if the author forced a reconciliation at the end, the barrier that had formed between their hearts could never be erased.
Yes, Lin Zhe knew he had a cuckolding fetish, but more than satisfying his own desires, he wanted Su Yu to be safe and for their relationship not to be damaged because of it.
Hearing this, Su Yu couldn't help but feel a little amused. She gently pecked her husband's chin:
"Is this what they call the 'post-nut clarity'? Starting to overthink things?"
But Lin Zhe's expression remained serious. "No, I'm being serious."
At his response, Su Yu's smile faded.
She pressed her cheek tightly against her husband's firm chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat as if pondering something.
After a moment of silence, Su Yu spoke in a tone that was incredibly soft yet resolute:
"I believe that even if we end up swapping with others in the future, I won't lose myself."
Lin Zhe was puzzled. "Why?"
Su Yu lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with a captivating light as she replied sweetly:
"Because I have the best husband in the whole world~"
"Even if this little lost lamb of mine accidentally strays from the path, he will surely reach out like God Himself to guide me back to the right direction."
Her words dissolved the last trace of unease in Lin Zhe's heart.
He smiled with relief and held his wife tightly in his arms:
"Then starting today, let's make three rules. From now on, no matter who we have sex with, we must inform each other beforehand—no secrets allowed. If either of us breaks this agreement, we'll immediately end this risky behavior and return to our normal life. How does that sound?"
"Okay~"
Su Yu agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Immediately after, she playfully extended her fair, delicate pinky finger.
Understanding her gesture, Lin Zhe also extended his pinky, linking it firmly with hers.
Gazing into each other's eyes, they recited the vow in unison with an almost sacred tone:
"Pinky swear, a hundred years, never change."
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