Chapter 1 Help and Helplessness

After I came back from abroad, that night, my wife Xiaomei and I (this is her real name) settled the child, and we happily warmed up.

Half an hour later, I lay lazily on the bed. Xiaomei went to the bathroom to clean it. After we came back, we lay down together, looking at the ceiling together, thinking about our own thoughts.

I was mainly thinking about what to report to the boss the next day. At this time, Xiaomei turned her face and looked at me motionlessly with her eyes open, with a smile on her lips.

I patted her on the shoulder: Why do you think of me like this?Isn’t the man sleeping beside you your husband?

Xiaomei shook her head, nodded again, then blushed, lighted my forehead, and whispered: You are so vulgar!

I asked her calmly: Vulgar?Can we have children if we are not vulgar?

Xiaomei pulled my arm away, got into my arms, and smiled and didn't say anything.

I didn't think of going anywhere else at that time.

Three or four weeks later, one night Xiaomei was working on the night shift. I turned on the computer and wanted to call out the old article to read it. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the article "Help", I added a new passage: Husband, I admire you so much. What you wrote is both vulgar and beautiful!

My face turned red, but she didn't expect that this article was hidden in the picture collection and she saw it.

The next day, Xiaomei came back and I explained to her: This was written by someone else, and I found it very exciting, so I collected it.

Xiaomei just smiled, bent over with a smile, until my face turned red again.

At this time, the child came back from kindergarten for lunch, so naturally no one mentioned it.

At night, Xiaomei used a computer to write a paper.

After working for more than an hour, she stretched and said to me: I don’t need it, are you still surfing the Internet?

I remembered that there was still a customer's letter not reading, so I threw down the remote control and walked over to continue using it.

When I looked at the screen, I was stunned.

There are two articles on the computer monitor, which are the first and final drafts of the fourth chapter of my article "Help".

Xiaomei made another paragraph at the beginning of the article: Husband, I’m ashamed, tell me, why are you lying?Haha, don’t talk to me in person, just type your explanation here.

I looked at Xiaomei. She was lying on the bed, pretending to read a magazine, covering her face tightly. I heard her desperately suppressed laughter.

I was stunned for a while, coughed dryly, and started to type.

Plum, it's hard to explain.In reality in life, I think this kind of thing is dirty and I am ashamed to speak up.

At this time, Xiaomei got off the bed in her nightgown, walked to the back of the chair, held me, put her head on my shoulder, and looked at the explanation I made.

I turned my face and asked her: Is it OK?

Xiaomei's face was red, and while shaved my nose, she whispered in my ear: I always thought you were a normal person, hello pervert Ah!

Do you really think it looks good?

Um.

Really good-looking?

Um!

Do you want to satisfy me?

No!

Why?

I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my arms. She pushed me away, ran back to the bed with a smile, and covered her face with a quilt.

I also followed me to the bed, looking at Xiaomei's smooth calves and snow-white arms hidden outside the quilt, thinking about Xiaomei's charming body inside, I was stunned. When I recalled a distant past, my heart was panicked and confused, and I was beating wildly.

I pulled a corner of the quilt, looked at Xiaomei's blushing face, stroked the hair that was covering her face with my hands, and stuttered: Can we really give it a try?

She just closed her eyes and didn't say anything. I slowly leaned down, pressed Xiaomei, and asked again: Is that OK?Satisfies me once, and you once.

Xiaomei pinched me hard, stared at me with a stern face, and scolded me: You are sick, and then I want to take you to see a doctor.

Why not?Don’t you think it’s very good and exciting?

Xiaomei and I watched face to face. At the same time, I reached into Xiaomei's arms and caught her nipples. Xiaomei subconsciously raised her chest to cater to my movements.

After a while, Xiaomei gasped and slowly spread her legs. I touched her. She was already very wet under her. We took off our clothes at the same time, and then I slowly inserted my dick into her pussy.

Compared to the past, it is really tight, elastic and suction-free.

After doing it for a while, Xiaomei suddenly stopped moaning and said to me: Tell you, Lao Xu, if another man was my husband, I might agree, but you can't.

I was stunned, and after a while I asked her: Do you think I am stingy?

Xiaomei shook her head: It’s not that she is stingy, she is very stingy, so I’m afraid you will give up, and I’m afraid you will kill me.

I won’t kill you, and I won’t leave you. You don’t understand men, really!

I moved very excitedly and promised her: I just hope to see you being played with by other men and being shot in!

I, I won't, I will resist!

I press your hands and your legs, and I won’t let you resist!

No, oh, no, I will, I will be killed by you!

What kind of man do you want me to find to play with you?

Me, I don’t like young people, I like old cats. His dick must be big, bigger than yours, and it will be poked into my uterus every time.Let me, let me resist!Please, husband.

No, I won’t let you resist!

Oh, I feel so good, so good!Old cat, you can kill me!

OK, I will let the old cat try hard to satisfy you. Have you ejaculated? Will you ejaculate?

No, no, I can't, I can't... I can't vent my body in front of my husband, my husband will kill me.

Your husband won't kill you.

No, you will.

You will... It has been three years since that incident. I just mentioned Pingyu's name inadvertently half a year ago, and you haven't talked to me for three days.

Pingyu?Do you want to mention this person?Ping Yu is an old bastard, a big hooligan who plays with women, and he has no normal relationship with you.I think he is a friend, but he actually molested you, right?No, we are not talking about the same topic.Stop talking about him!

Because Xiaomei suddenly mentioned this person, I was very upset and almost lost my emotions.

We continued to move, Xiaomei was extremely comfortable by me, and finally shouted loudly: Husband, I love you so much, I love your cock, I am your person, your little wife, you kill me!

Xiaomei and I were close to each other. Xiaomei was hugged to death by me, and she couldn't move even if she wanted to. She instinctively stuck out her butt and took it back, and the vaginal fluid flowed onto my pubic hair.

Two minutes later, Xiaomei's moaning became hoarse and low: Husband, I lost it, I lost it...

Persist, persevere a little more!

Oh... your unsatisfactory wife... is going to lose it!...

After two sentences, Xiaomei's vagina suddenly turned into a black hole, sucking my glans numb and crispy. I held it back again and pushed it into it for another centimeter. Now Xiaomei couldn't stand it anymore. Floods began to occur in her hole, and the corners of her mouth were so refreshed that she felt tilted: Ah...Ah...I've ascended to heaven!It's so beautiful!Let's die together, my lover!

I suddenly pulled out, and streams of semen shot to Xiaomei's legs and lower abdomen.

I also collapsed on Xiaomei's naked body weakly, motionless.

Alas, Xiaomei just doesn’t like me wearing condoms, but this makes me feel uncomfortable.

Ten minutes later.

It seems that Laomao is a physical education teacher, right?

I didn't react at once: What?

Ping Yu is also a physical education teacher, isn’t he? Xiaomei, a female reporter from the coastline, will I ask writer Xu now, and I hope he will tell the truth. Is Ping Yu the prototype of the old cat?

……no!Lao Mao is...yes...it's purely fictional, why did you mention Ping Yu again!I don't like this person!

But I like old cats.

Xiaomei's tone was very calm.

I'll strangle you to death!

I was so angry that I patted the bed and screamed.

Why?

Xiaomei opened her eyes wide and was surprised by my reaction.

Because when you mention old cat, you think of Ping Yu!You didn't resist at that time, you little slut!

After half a minute of silence, Xiaomei caressed my face and said slowly: Because what you wrote is Ping Yu.The scene at that time caused you great harm and stimulation. You unknowingly began to experience a kind of self-abuse pleasure, right?

Four years ago, I went on a business trip to Henan and met Ping Yu in a hotel. Because they were all from Beijing, I quickly started eating at the same table.

When I learned that he had served in the army my father served and was twelve years older than me, I had a special trust in him.

Ping Yu looked at people with a very focused attitude, spoke slowly, and was very humorous.

Ping Yu was my best friend, and we talked about everything, including women, but not Xiaomei.

Pingyu came to my house every day for a while. At that time, Xiaomei had just quit her job as a music teacher at No. 23 Middle School and did not find a suitable job in society. She missed the peaceful teacher life in the past, so she talked a lot about Peace Yu.

One night in early July, we invited Pingyu to drink. During the conversation, Pingyu asked us why we didn’t want children. Xiaomei said we wanted Ah very much, but we didn’t want it.

Pingyu drank some wine with me that day and said to Xiaomei under the influence of alcohol: Maybe your posture is incorrect!

Xiaomei asked stupidly: What is the best posture?Uncle, teach us.

Where do you usually put your legs?

Ping Yu said slowly with a smile, while his eyes glanced at Xiaomei's tall and tender breasts meaningfully.

Xiaomei realized something, and spat shyly, lowered her head and said nothing.

I was also confused by drinking. Besides, I was very young at that time and didn’t understand these things very well. I asked curiously: Where can I put her legs?

You should let Xiaomei wrap her thighs around your waist, and then let Xiaomei's butt lower slightly, your one...that...that...that down.

Press down?

Yes, then put her arms around her waist, and you can put one hand around her, touch her breasts with the other hand and touch her back, slowly making her excited.

Xiaomei suddenly said oh, her expression suddenly became stunned, she glanced at Ping Yu quickly, her chest fluctuated rapidly, and then lowered her head.

I didn't expect that Ping Yu had already put his hand under the table into Xiaomei's skirt at that time.

When Xiaomei later talked about this to me, I was so angry that I almost exploded: Why didn’t you slap him in the face?

I...I don't know why. At that time, I talked about me like that, and my body...I'm a little...

What are some?

My body... became a little soft.

Xiaomei lowered her head shyly. I knew that I was responsible at that time, so I didn't continue to make things difficult for her.

After that hot night in July, I wondered why Xiaomei suddenly ignored Pingyu again, and she didn't tell me why. Pingyu continued to be my good friend, and he did not harass Xiaomei again.

Until that winter, I was on a business trip and was unable to take the train back to Beijing because of my ID card. However, the next night I had to go back to Beijing to report the progress of the Shanxi project with the boss. Ping Yu drove to pick me up and traveled for sixteen hours, which made him exhausted. That night I kept him at my house for rest.

I was sleeping soundly at night when I suddenly heard Xiaomei scream in the living room, and then there was no movement.

After five or six minutes, I realized that Xiaomei was not by my side again, so I got up and went to find her. As soon as I opened the door, I found that Xiaomei leaned weakly in Pingyu's arms at the door of the toilet. The nightgown on her chest was wide open, revealing her two snow-white breasts. Pingyu's hands were parked on the top of her breasts.

Ping Yu was a sportsman and reacted quickly. While I picked up the ashtray, he slipped out of my house naked.

What I wrote is Ping Yu... No, not Ping Yu!

So I said you are stingy, your surname should be Ye, not Xu.

The surname is Ye?

Mr. Ye is the one who loves dragon!You can only think about this and fantasize it. If you really want you to come, you won’t want to!

I suddenly raised my body and said proudly: You and I look at the satisfied man, and he can get on you!

It's so embarrassing, why are you on me?Go to me...I don't want to be someone else's mistress.

Be someone else's mistress, I really want to see you live in another man's house, have fun with him, and sleep with him.

All right!

Xiaomei raised and fell her chest, twisted her thighs with great excitement, and lingered with me.

Did you agree?

Xiaomei bit her lower lip, focused her head heavily, and the spring in her eyes was rippling: I want to sleep with the enemy.

……Um?

Sleeping with your enemies will make you angry and... it will make you happy too!You are at home... You are masturbating at home, but I am with the one you hate. He enjoys the exquisite jade body of your beautiful wife Xiaomei, ejaculated in again and again. You, my original husband, still can't get this treatment, okay?

No, no, I think about it, what you are talking about is not...

Xiaomei stopped and said timidly: You will hit me!

No, no!Do you like him?That stinky hooligan!

No, I...I really don't love him, I just love you.

No, you are not telling the truth.

I suddenly felt a little excited. If, but if Xiaomei really liked that bastard, I promised them, would they really play a scene in my novel in front of me?

On Christmas Eve, Xiaomei and I were once again in trouble. I asked her to make a fictional scene of being molested. Xiaomei said she liked my help very much. She wanted to borrow a scene from that novel and began to explore the topic while starting to practice it.

Xiaomei asked me: When did Ling'er start to agree to Laomao touch her?How did Lao Mao touch Ling'er?

I shook my head, I didn't know either. Maybe this is the privacy of the protagonist of the novel, and even the author is unknown.

Xiaomei rubbed her chest against my hand and said in a lazy voice: Well, maybe, the day after Ling'er was touched by the old cat.Will it be?

the next day?Too early!No.

It must be true that when living together every day, Ling'er had long known that she was destined to be played with by the old cat. Why couldn't she try the pleasure of having an affair?Say it, the original author I respect, let her give it a try!

Um.

In fact, things like having an affair enjoy the greatest pleasure in the process of teasing.A girl like Ling'er must have wanted to be molested by Lao Mao for a long time.Isn't it, husband?What I said makes sense!

...You've made some sense.

It wasn't the second day, maybe the third day, Ling'er was blocked by the old cat when she went to the toilet at night.Ling'er was only wearing a very thin nightgown, which was empty inside. The old cat hugged Ling'er in his arms with one hand and covered Ling'er's mouth with the other hand.

Old cats also wear very little, which is possible.

I stopped moving and began to remember the thoughtful plot in the erotic article.

Xiaomei said: Lao Mao said to Ling'er, I just want to touch your beautiful breasts, and I swear not to move other parts of your body.

Following Xiaomei's guidance, I began to conceive a plot with her.

Xiaomei said: Ling'er said: Let go of your bad hands, please respect me.

I continued: Sooner or later, you will love me, so let me be happy for two minutes!Humph!

I pretended to be a smirk.

No, my husband is still sleeping in the inner room!Not possible now.From now on, tomorrow, when my husband is not at home, he will... be able to enjoy me...

Xiaomei's face turned rosy as she spoke.

I'll touch it in one minute.

I hugged Xiaomei hard.

You... you use so much force, I'm soft, and you all are so rude.

Don't you just like to play with you rudely?

After I said this, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and Xu stuck Xiaomei's neck and asked: What did you say just now?Are you all so rude in sports?

Xiaomei seemed to be scared, covering her mouth with her hands and round her eyes. Although she lost her mouth for a moment, she had a smile on the corners of her eyes: I said I've left my mouth.Oh my God, what should I do?

At that time, he...was he so rude to you?

I asked hatefully, and the hand that stuck her neck slid unconsciously onto Xiaomei's breasts.

That terrible past that cannot be looked back on is being awakened by us in a very vivid way!