Online article reprint: Chapter Nine of "The Married Woman's Sex Toy"

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After saying goodbye to Manager Wang, Xiaoman was about to call and make an appointment with General Manager Zhang when she received a call from her husband.

"Xiaoman, come back quickly, we have a distinguished guest."

Without warning, Xiaoman had no choice but to go home first. She met her husband downstairs; he was carrying several bags, seemingly preparing to cook. Since her husband usually did the cooking, Xiaoman didn't think much of it and helped him carry the things home.

Just as they put the things down, the doorbell rang. Her husband quickly called Xiaoman to the door to greet him.

"Hello, General Manager Zhang, welcome! It's an honor to have

you here," Mr. Qin said, shaking hands with General Manager Zhang before leading him inside, introducing him as his wife, Xiaoman. Xiaoman stared at General Manager Zhang, speechless for a moment.

Mr. Zhang glanced at Xiaoman's attire; it was the same dress she had tried on yesterday. He chuckled inwardly, thinking,

"Hello, Mrs. Qin, you are truly beautiful and charming. Mr. Qin is so lucky to have married such a beauty." Mr. Zhang extended his hand, and Xiaoman, somewhat dazed, reached out and grasped it, her palm being tickled a few times by Mr. Zhang's fingers.

"Ah, ah, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Zhang. Please come in." Xiaoman felt her face flush, a strange feeling of being caught by her husband.

"Xiaoman, find Mr. Zhang a pair of slippers. I'll go tidy up the living room." Mr. Qin hurriedly entered. Mr. Zhang pulled Xiaoman close and began kissing her.

"Mmm~" Xiaoman quickly broke free, but Mr. Zhang still held her breasts and buttocks.

"Xiaoman, you entertain Mr. Zhang. I'll go to the kitchen to boil water and make tea." Hearing her husband's call, Xiaoman instead wrapped her arms around Mr. Zhang's neck and offered him a kiss.

"Where have you been today? Why didn't you come to see me?" Mr. Zhang deliberately questioned.

Xiaoman pulled open the two strips of cloth covering her chest and asked, "Does it look good?"

Seeing the married woman expose her breasts and even show him the nipple piercings, Mr. Zhang smiled broadly. He grabbed Xiaoman's breasts with both hands and squeezed them forcefully, saying,

"So beautiful, Mrs. Qin, you're even more alluring. I really want to see the beautiful sight of you swaying on your own."

"Mmm~ You're so annoying~" If it were Xiaoman a few days ago, such a forceful grip on her breasts would have only caused her pain. Mr. Zhang realized that this married woman had awakened her sexual desire and only craved a man's forceful kneading and rough handling.

"You're wet, aren't you?" Mr. Zhang asked. Seeing Xiaoman nod, he smiled and said,

"Don't get too horny, Mrs. Qin, help me change my shoes."

Xiaoman knelt down to help Mr. Zhang take off his shoes. When Mr. Qin came out, he saw his wife kneeling before Mr. Zhang's legs.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Qin, I'm too fat to bend down. I can only trouble Mrs. Qin to help me."

"Haha, it's alright, Mr. Zhang, please come in and have some tea." Mr. Qin didn't think much of it.

After changing into slippers, Mr. Zhang walked into the living room and sat down, with Xiao Qin sitting opposite him. Xiao Man straightened her clothes; her face was flushed from being pressed down on her crotch by Mr. Zhang when she knelt down. She sat obediently beside her husband like a submissive wife.

"I went to Mr. Zhang's company today to hand over some business and happened to run into him. I've been wanting to find an opportunity to properly thank Mr. Zhang for his guidance," Mr. Qin explained to his wife.

"Not at all, not at all. You two are both very capable. I was just telling the truth."

"I originally wanted to invite Mr. Zhang to dinner, but he said that food outside is all the same, so I invited him to try my cooking instead." To be honest, Mr. Qin's cooking skills were quite good.

"I'm so sorry to have disturbed your honeymoon."

At this moment, Xiao Man grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and slowly lifted it up. Her skirt was already short, and if the angle was right when she sat down, her underwear could be seen. Now she lifted it up herself and secretly spread her legs for Mr. Zhang to see.

It turned out that Mr. Zhang had subtly made a hand gesture during the conversation, extending two fingers together and then spreading them apart. Across from him, Mr. Qin was still talking animatedly, while his young wife nervously watched her husband, yet she deftly lifted her short skirt with both hands, opening her legs to reveal her vulva for the customer opposite to admire.

Mr. Zhang nodded repeatedly, whether because he saw Xiao Man's clitoral piercing or because he agreed with her husband's words, it was unclear.

"Mr. Zhang, please have a seat. Xiao Man, please entertain Mr. Zhang. I'll go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes, and we'll have a few drinks later," Mr. Qin said, getting up. Xiao Man reacted quickly, closing her legs and lowering her skirt, her expression as if she had just had a fling.

"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Xiao Qin. Please do it," Mr. Zhang said, lightly pounding his thigh with his fist.

"No trouble at all, Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?" Mr. Qin, who was about to leave, stopped and asked.

"I pulled a muscle while exercising at the hotel a few days ago, it's nothing, just a little numb," Mr. Zhang said, looking at Xiao Man. Xiaoman blushed even more at the thought of the exercise at the hotel.

"Xiaoman, could you give Mr. Zhang a massage? I'll go cook some dishes first. Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment."
"No, no, you're too kind. You go ahead and do your work. Xiaoman and I will have some tea." Although she refused, Xiaoman obediently sat down next to Mr. Zhang and began massaging his legs.

"Ah, then I'll borrow your wife for a while. I'm so sorry."

"Xiaoman, could you help Mr. Zhang for a bit?"

"Okay, honey, you go cook first. Don't keep the guest waiting." Because she was looking down, her husband didn't notice Xiaoman's unusually flushed face.

The kitchen in Xiaoman's house was behind the living room. Mr. Qin could only see the back of the sofa when he came out, and because it was a high-backed sofa, he could only see the guest's head. Seeing this, Mr. Zhang whispered to Mrs. Qin,

"Didn't you hear your husband asking you to help me?"

Xiaoman lowered her head even further, just continuing to massage her legs. Mr. Zhang said again,

"It's okay, he can't see, I'm watching." With that, he pressed Xiaoman's head down towards his crotch.

Xiaoman had no choice but to unzip her pants, pull out his penis, and start licking it. Sensing Xiaoman's reluctance, Mr. Zhang pressed her head down, using her like a masturbation aid. After a while, Mr. Zhang suddenly pushed Xiaoman away, grabbed a pillow from the side, and hugged it to his chest, his penis conveniently hidden against his abdomen.

"Alright, first dish, Mr. Zhang, please sit for a moment, it'll be ready soon." Mr. Qin came out and saw Xiaoman still massaging Mr. Zhang's legs.

"Hahaha, I'm so sorry to trouble you two to serve me all by myself."

Seeing Mr. Qin return to the kitchen, Mr. Zhang looked at Xiaoman, and Xiaoman looked back at him, even blinking. Oral sex is, after all, a woman's way of pleasing a man; to enjoy the highest level of service, the girl has to be willing.

"If you don't want your husband to find out, hurry up and suck it out," Mr. Zhang said casually. Xiao Man thought to herself that this would be the most dedicated oral sex she had ever given.

Xiao Man took the initiative to bend down and suck on Mr. Zhang's penis, intending to use all her skills to make him give her a quick blowjob.

She first opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and let the penis enter her mouth, guiding it down her throat along the soft palate and laryngeal flap, where she was most likely to feel nauseous. After the penis entered, she pressed the underside of her tongue against the shaft, simulating the tightness of a vagina. Once the glans was in her throat and the entire shaft was inside, her tongue rested on the scrotum, licking it a few times before spitting it out.

As she spat it out, she retracted her tongue, her lips gripping the penis tightly, simulating the feeling of the penis being tightly contained by the labia. Her tongue pushed upwards inside, making the penis feel as if it were being tightly gripped by a vagina.

Combined with the smooth, elastic sensation of the glans constantly moving in and out of her throat, it wasn't long before Xiaoman felt the penis become harder and thicker. Knowing she was about to be given a deep throat blowjob, she held the penis tightly in her mouth, swallowing it deeply into her throat, intending to let Mr. Zhang give her a deep throat blowjob.

"Ah~" Mr. Zhang let out a comfortable groan.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zhang? Are you alright?" Mr. Qin asked, poking his head out.

"It's nothing, it's just that your wife made it so comfortable, thank you, Mrs. Qin."

Mr. Zhang said while enjoying the wife's oral sex, his semen still inside Xiaoman's throat after ejaculating, every single drop going straight into her esophagus.

"Don't swallow, keep it in your mouth." Mr. Zhang said after Xiaoman cleaned the semen off his penis and glans with her mouth.

"Another dish is ready, Xiaoman, what did you and Mr. Zhang talk about?"

"I talked to Xiaoman about some work-related things. Mr. Qin, your wife is amazing, her technique is so good, she made me feel so comfortable, her professional skills are so proficient, I can't find any fault with her." Mr. Zhang said, rubbing his legs.

"You flatter me, Mr. Zhang, shall I continue massaging her for a while?"

"No, no, that's enough." Mr. Zhang said contentedly.

"Why aren't you saying anything, Xiaoman?" Mr. Qin asked curiously, seeing his wife sitting with one hand covering her mouth.

"She probably ate a sour plum and doesn't want to talk." Mr. Zhang explained.

"Haha, dinner's almost ready, just a minute, you two can chat a little longer." Mr. Qin turned and went inside.

Xiaoman opened her mouth, letting Mr. Zhang see the semen inside, her eyes constantly fixed on the kitchen, appearing very nervous.

"Not bad, swallow it."

"How annoying~ Mr. Zhang, you're doing this to me!" Xiaoman immediately retaliated after swallowing the semen. She started really hard on Mr. Zhang's legs.

"Mrs. Qin, that deep throat blowjob was the best I've ever experienced. You really put in a lot of effort in front of your husband."

"It's all because you forced me~"

"Really, Mrs. Qin, my penis still feels so itchy, I really want to thrust it into your throat again and ejaculate."

"Really, really that good?"

"Now I know why I peed in your mouth, just ejaculating isn't enough, is that okay?"

Xiaoman nodded shyly.

"But Mrs. Qin, I don't know how, what should I do?" Mr. Zhang asked, leaning closer to Xiaoman.

Smelling the approaching man's scent, Xiaoman whispered shyly in his ear, "I'll teach you."

Imagine a beautiful woman kneeling at your feet, holding your penis in her hands, softly guiding you to urinate into her mouth, and then taking your still-urinating penis into her mouth and swallowing it. Where would that feeling rank? Mr.
Zhang was thrilled by this thought. He lovingly had Xiaoman lie on her side, resting her head on his lap, constantly stroking her back and playing with her breasts. Xiaoman, like a docile kitten, allowed herself to be played with at his will.

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