"I shouldn't have come. Serves you right for being so pent up, you little rascal," Tian Xiaomo muttered, but her hand had already reached my waist. She gently tugged at my waistband, pulling down my pants along with my underwear. My already swollen, purplish erection stood upright before her eyes.
Tian Xiaomo carefully wiped it down with a warm towel she held, then took hold of my shaft and began stroking it gently.
I nearly moaned from the pleasure and quickly gave her a meaningful look.
Tian Xiaomo glanced at me with a hint of reproach and said, "Tell me when you're about to come. I need to be prepared—I don't want to choke on it."
Without further hesitation, she opened her mouth and took my cock inside.
She didn't rush into moving but instead sucked firmly a few times, then slowly circled her tongue around the head.
I couldn't hold back the pleasure and let out a few soft moans from my throat.
With my cock still in her mouth, Tian Xiaomo lifted her head slightly and shot me a glare before beginning to move slowly.
I closed my eyes, quietly savoring the pleasure brought by Tian Xiaomo's sensual lips and agile tongue.
Suddenly, she moved the hand holding my shaft down to my scrotum, gently fondling and kneading the two hanging testicles.
An electric surge of pleasure shot through my entire body, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Tian Xiaomo, experienced as she was, immediately sensed the change and began moving faster.
I looked down, watching my dark cock disappear and reappear between her sensual red lips. My boiling blood began to gather uncontrollably in my lower abdomen—I knew I was nearing my limit.
"Sis-in-law, I'm about to come," I said, my voice strained and hoarse from trying to control it.
Hearing this, Tian Xiaomo worked even harder, her sensual lips rapidly rubbing against my shaft, giving me the final push.
"It's coming," I growled.
The moment she heard my low growl, Tian Xiaomo stopped moving and tightly wrapped her mouth around my cock, waiting for my release.
Almost simultaneously, I could no longer hold back the flood inside me. It erupted instantly, pouring into the warmth of Tian Xiaomo's mouth.
Tian Xiaomo closed her eyes tightly, letting my essence spill freely into her mouth.
Only after I had released the last drop did she lift her head, giving me a reproachful glance before picking up the warm towel and spitting everything out onto it.
"Satisfied now, you little rascal?" Tian Xiaomo lightly slapped my still-hard cock.
I nodded repeatedly. "Sis-in-law, you're too good to me."
"Just remember that," she said, wiping my cock clean before helping me pull up my pants. "Now that you've let it out, go to sleep quietly. I need to leave quickly, or your wife might find out."
After speaking, she quickly kissed my forehead, then hurriedly turned and tiptoed to the door.
She first cautiously cracked the door open a sliver, peering through the gap before gently pulling it open. Turning back, she playfully winked at me, then left the door slightly ajar as she slipped out.
A faint, almost imperceptible sound came from the bathroom door, so light it was nearly drowned out by the rushing water inside. I knew Tian Xiaomo had successfully slipped back into the bathroom.
The intense release left me feeling weary, and I drifted into a hazy sleep.
I'm not sure how long I slept, but the sound of the door opening eventually woke me.
Looking up, I saw my wife entering. Her nightgown was damp in places, as if she had just taken another shower.
Remembering her unrestrained moans earlier, a sour feeling welled up inside me. I spoke with a tone that was neither warm nor cold, "Why aren't you sleeping over there? What are you doing here?"
"You're still awake, honey? I came back to take care of you—I was worried you might need help during the night," she replied, seemingly unaware of my mood, as she climbed into bed.
"I have something I want to talk to you about," I said.
My wife carefully kept her distance, lying down at the edge of the bed. "I'm so tired, honey. Can we talk tomorrow?" she said.
Before I could respond, she turned off the light.
"Goodnight, honey," she whispered softly, and then fell silent.
A moment later, her breathing became steady and even—she had clearly fallen asleep.
My mind was in turmoil, and I found myself unable to sleep. I didn't even know what I was thinking about, but I felt suffocated by the heaviness in my heart. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that I finally drifted into a restless slumber.
When I woke, the sun was already high in the sky. My wife was sitting up in bed, playing on her phone.
"Where are Liu Wei and his wife?" I asked.
"You're awake, honey," she said, sitting up and stretching. "Brother Liu and his wife left early this morning—they didn't want to disturb your recovery."
"Let me clean and change your bandages first," she said, getting out of bed.
I watched quietly as my wife gently wiped my face and changed my bandages. Her tender, devoted demeanor should have brought me comfort, but for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about her unrestrained moans from the neighboring room the night before.
My heart felt twisted into knots, though I couldn't pinpoint exactly why.
I admit I was jealous last night—overwhelmingly so—but that alone shouldn't have made me feel this miserable. After all, I had mentally prepared myself for the possibility of my wife being with another man long before we started wife-swapping, and we had already swapped with Liu Wei once before.
I still hadn't figured out where the real problem lay.
"Honey, what would you like for lunch? I'll make it for you," my wife asked after finishing with my bandages.
"Anything is fine," I replied.
"There's plenty of leftovers from last night. I'll just heat them up," she said, seemingly unaware of my mood, as she turned to busy herself.
While feeding me, she chattered away, sharing amusing stories and laughing from time to time. Today, she seemed excessively cheerful. I ate in silence, not uttering a single word.
In the afternoon, my wife leaned against the bedside, chatting on her phone and occasionally giggling. As I watched her quietly, the knot in my heart tightened even more.
"Chatting with Liu Wei?" I asked.
"Yeah, hubby, just listening to Brother Liu brag," my wife replied with a smile.
I turned my head away, no longer looking at her, and closed my eyes to think. I had to figure out the key issue. My intuition told me that things couldn't go on like this.
For the entire day, my wife was chatting away. I endured it and kept thinking. Though she appeared gentle and delicate, she was actually a woman with very clear logic. Without understanding the core of the problem, I wouldn't be able to persuade her.
What made it even harder to accept was that my usually understanding wife hadn't noticed my unusual behavior at all.
I felt so frustrated that my chest tightened. I lay there without saying a word.
For two whole days, aside from necessary conversations, I didn't speak at all. I silently sorted through my thoughts. By the third day, my wife finally noticed something was off, and I, too, had figured out what was bothering me.
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