Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapters 91 and 92

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Chapters 91-92:
I deliberately drove along the route we always took to walk to Wanda Plaza, but I didn't see her anywhere. Just then, my phone beeped with a WeChat notification. I opened it and saw it was from my wife.

"Honey, I'm a little tired and won't be coming. You guys eat. Say hello to Shi Mengyun for me."

Apparently, no one was coming with me, and without a car to pick me up, my laziness got the better of me. I couldn't reply to the message while I was driving. I'd deal with her when I got home. The drive was less than ten minutes, but I arrived home quickly. Actually, what I thought about most on the way was Shi Mengyun's invitation. My career had reached a bottleneck, and it was unlikely I could make any significant progress in the current environment. Changing jobs might actually be a good option.

Lost in thought, I arrived home quickly. Only then did I realize I hadn't told my wife I hadn't eaten lunch. It was all that unreliable Shi Mengyun's fault. If she really dared to come today, I'd give her a good beating. Thinking this, I opened the door. As soon as I entered, I heard my wife's cheerful laughter. I felt strange; hadn't she said she was tired?

"Huh? Honey, you're home so early?" My wife looked at me with surprise as I walked in from the entryway.

I was stunned by what I saw in the living room. My wife was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas, eating an apple, with a huge wooden tub at her feet—clearly not one of ours—and a man was squatting beside it, vigorously massaging my wife's pale feet.

The man turned to look at me and gave me a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile. I recognized him in a second—the owner of the foot massage parlor. What was going on? I immediately looked puzzled.

Seeing my surprised expression, my wife explained, "Well, on my way home from getting my hair done today, I passed by the foot massage parlor. The owner's wife saw me and came out to chat with me for a bit. She said they offer in-home services, and since you weren't home, I figured I'd be bored, so I asked the owner to come." It

was a perfectly normal and reasonable explanation, but something still felt off. I had done *that* with them yesterday in a moment of playfulness. Was our relationship still just that of a customer and the owner's wife? Is it a bit silly to let them come over in this situation?

"Honey," my wife called cautiously, sensing something was off.

"Ah? Oh, it's nothing. Shi Mengyun had something come up, so we didn't eat. We just went to a dessert shop to talk about work. Here, I brought you some of your favorites."

My wife's eyes lit up. "What did you bring? Let me see."

I went over and handed her the plastic bag.

"Wow! Red bean double-skin milk, coconut sago, and almond tea—all my favorites! Thank you, honey!" She hugged my neck and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

"Hehe, you two are so loving." The usually taciturn boss actually spoke up. "

Hehe, okay, you can continue washing. I'm in the study. Call me if you need anything." She went into the study, turned on the desktop computer, and prepared to watch a few episodes of an American drama.

"Honey, haven't you had lunch yet? There's some spaghetti I made for lunch in the kitchen. Just blanch it in hot water again, and there's sauce in the fridge."

"Okay."

"Honey, let's eat these desserts together after I wash them."

"It's okay, you can eat while you wash them."

I went to the kitchen and made a simple plate of spaghetti, then took it to the study. My wife had already finished her apple and started eating red bean double-skin milk pudding. The boss was massaging her feet while explaining the acupoints on her legs, demonstrating them as he spoke, making her scream with delight.

I sat in the room eating and watching, quite content, thinking about changing jobs in between. Before I knew it, I had finished an hour-long episode. I got up and took the empty plate to the kitchen. The wooden tub under my wife's feet had been removed, and the boss was sitting on a small stool, massaging one of my wife's legs on her thigh.

"Boss, your door-to-door service is really authentic. It takes so long, it must be expensive, right?" I said with a smile.

"Hehe, business is tough these days. There are fewer people during the day, so we're just sitting around doing nothing anyway." The boss's face always wore that unchanging, honest smile. But I couldn't help but connect the figures of these two people with the two bodies intertwined yesterday.

"Hehe, then you can get back to work." I said, returning to my study.

I sat down to continue watching the show, but this episode was a bit repetitive and dragged on. I started to doze off, and when I woke up, I realized I'd missed a few minutes of the previous episode, so I rewound and watched again. After a few repetitions, I felt increasingly sleepy.

"Honey." My wife's voice woke me up.

I looked up and saw her standing beside me. "Okay? I'll go pay." I said, getting up from my chair.

But my wife grabbed me. "I'm not asking you to pay. I... I have something to tell you." Her eyes flickered.

"What is it? What is it?" I was confused, glancing towards the living room outside. I saw the boss wiping up the water stains on the floor, glancing back at me as he did so.

"Um, well, it's..." My wife didn't dare look at me, stammering and unable to finish a sentence.

I couldn't help but chuckle, "What's wrong with you? What is it? Just tell me. If you're too embarrassed to say it in front of others, just wait until he leaves."

"No, it's about that boss." My wife's face turned red.

"About him? You still have to tell me. You won't let me guess? Well, I'll guess you weren't satisfied yesterday and want to continue today?"

I meant it as a joke, expecting her fists to land on me right now, but none of that happened. My wife stared at me with wide eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, "Did I guess right?"

"Is it okay?"

The relaxed expression on my face disappeared, "Did he bring it up or did you?"

"We got a little carried away with our conversation. I said his thing was pretty big and felt really good inside, and he asked if I wanted to try it again, but it definitely wouldn't be as quick as yesterday." My wife said softly, her head down.

My objection almost spilled out, but I held it back. I had said before that I would support whatever my wife liked, but the thought of watching her being taken advantage of at home still disgusted me.

My wife noticed the change in my expression. "Honey, you don't agree? Then I'll pay him and let him go." She turned to leave, but I grabbed her arm. "I said I'd support whatever makes you happy, and this time is no exception. But we need to agree that home is a special place. Don't do it here again, okay?"

My wife lowered her head and thought for a moment. "Honey, if you think this isn't right, then don't do it this time either. I'm playful, but not promiscuous."

I smiled and pinched her cheek. "You can only be promiscuous with me. I've said it before, what I want is honesty between us, and we can discuss everything. Okay, I give you permission. Now go enjoy that ****." I patted her bottom.

My wife was a little embarrassed. "I'm going now. We'll be in the living room. You can close the door or not, it's up to you." She left the study, glancing back every few steps.

My wife whispered something to the boss, who immediately scratched his head with delight, then glanced at me sheepishly. I hesitated, wondering if I should go outside to make room for them, but I quickly dismissed the absurd idea. This was my home; what husband would make room for his wife to have an affair with another man? Besides, my wife had a history of me watching her. So I simply got up and closed the door halfway. This would allow them, especially the boss, to do their thing, and also make it easier for me to spy on them later.

Sure enough, the boss became much bolder after I closed the door. Given his age, his methods were more old-fashioned; he didn't have the flirtatious tricks of younger men. He immediately started by taking off my wife's pajamas.

The wife probably hadn't anticipated this situation when she initially hired the foot massage therapist, so she wore a two-piece nightgown, which she doesn't usually wear at home, to avoid any wardrobe malfunction. The therapist removed her top and pants, leaving her in only her underwear. The therapist and the therapist sat side-by-side on the sofa. The therapist reached behind the wife's back to unhook her bra, but couldn't manage it. Finally, the wife, unable to bear it any longer, took off her bra herself, revealing her breasts.

The therapist, overjoyed at the sight of her long-desired pink and white mounds, immediately took one into his mouth. He reached into her underwear to touch her nipples, but the wife grabbed his hand, saying, "You're touching my feet, it's dirty, wait a minute." She then took out a condom, tore one open, and put it on the therapist's index and middle fingers, only then allowing him to confidently reach into her private area.

The boss licked his wife's breasts repeatedly, leaving saliva stains on them. Then, he slowly licked upwards along her chest, about to reach her pointed chin, when she stopped him with her hand. "Just to the neck," she whispered. Hearing this, the boss abandoned his original plan to advance upwards and eventually conquer her lips, lowering his head to continue licking her breasts vigorously, his haphazard but powerful licking eliciting gasps from his wife.

His wife's hands weren't idle either; she seemed to genuinely enjoy the boss's penis. While her body succumbed to pleasure, her hands firmly gripped the long, swaying shaft, even when limp.

From my angle, I could clearly see the boss's magnificent member; it was truly long, and not just thin, but long and thick. As a tall, beautiful woman of 1.7 meters, her hands and feet must be quite large; even with her hands clasped, she couldn't fully grasp the not-yet-fully-erect penis, the large mushroom head still visible.

"Beautiful lady, lick me a little. I've never tasted a woman licking my dick before."

The boss reluctantly left his wife's breasts, which were already glistening from being licked, and whispered, licking his lips.

His wife's eyes showed some struggle. She glanced towards the door, her tongue unconsciously sticking out to lick her lips, but after hesitating for a while, she gently shook her head. She looked down at the penis still in her hand and said, "Forget it, we're at home."

This sentence showed that his wife still knew her limits, but to me, it had another layer of meaning. If it didn't work at home, it would work outside?

I was startled by my own complicated thoughts. When did I start to be suspicious of my wife? Right, it started when my wife confessed that she liked penises. Thinking of this, my mood inexplicably sank. I was afraid that something might happen. The child was already a punishment for us, so what about the next punishment...? I didn't dare to think about it. Perhaps if my wife gave birth to a healthy baby, a truly 100% mine, it would make some of her thoughts fade away.

Just as I was lost in thought, the two outside made new progress.

"Almost there, come in," my wife said almost in a whisper.

The boss obediently took off the condom from his hand and put it on his already erect penis. This type of condom is usually a bit tight for me, and it was indeed a stretch on the boss's big thing. He struggled for a long time before he could get it halfway on. Seeing this, my wife could only bend down and help him. After some effort, she finally managed to spread the condom flat on his vagina. My wife was very fond of this penis and played with it a few times before inserting it into her vagina.

The wife lay on the sofa with her legs spread, the boss's legs braced against her hips. Guided by her hands, he easily thrust in, a long moan escaping his lips, a look of ecstasy on her face. The boss began to move slowly. My angle of observation was from their side and behind; I could only see the boss's dark body pressing down on the wife's fair skin, her large, dark buttocks against her plump, white buttocks. A large, dark penis slowly squeezed into her fair, pinkish-white cave. The muscles on the sides of the cave displayed astonishing elasticity, allowing her to effortlessly accept the giant snake.

As soon as the giant snake entered, it moved in and out along a white crevice, creating a series of wet, smacking sounds.

This time, the boss was clearly prepared; compared to yesterday's easily defeated state, it was completely different. He thrust in and out, the pace neither too fast nor too slow. His enormous size compensated for any lack of speed or force. With each thrust, the wife let out a soft moan, her lips opening and closing like a fish out of water.

My wife's skin was so fair that any trace of color would stand out. A striking feature was the faint pink blush that would rise on her cheeks and chest during sex, which was incredibly alluring.

Before, when our sex life had become increasingly lukewarm, she hadn't had that alluring blush for a long time. It only reappeared after we opened the door to a new world. We always spent a long time on foreplay, and once we reached a certain level of arousal, I would use my passion to make her blush. But how long did it take the foot massage parlor owner to make her blush? Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. It seemed my wife was right; only a strange man could give her such intense pleasure.

"Beautiful lady, wasn't I much better today?" the owner actually asked, inquiring about my wife's feelings.

"Yes, yes, did you take some medicine?"

"What woman doesn't like this? Why would I need medicine?"

"Go a little faster."

"I want to do you a little longer, I'm afraid I'll come too soon."

"Then massage my breasts." The wife said, grabbing a large hand and placing it on her chest. The boss then vigorously kneaded her breasts, like kneading dough.

I stood at the door, observing everything through the crack. Because the distance wasn't far, I could hear almost every word they said.

"Beautiful lady, lick my breasts too. My wife licked mine, it felt really good."

Seeing that the boss had been obedient so far, the wife decided to reward him. She leaned back against the sofa armrest, which allowed her to sit up a little, and then stretched her head forward to reach the boss's chest. The wife stuck out her little tongue and gently touched the boss's nipple. The boss's body immediately shuddered. It seems that nipples are also a sensitive spot for many men. The wife diligently licked back and forth between the two nipples, while her two soft, boneless hands gently stroked the boss's back.

The boss's penis slid in and out of his wife's vagina. Due to its size, it almost never reached the bottom, but its length was enough to reach a depth that most men, including myself, couldn't reach. This was enough to drive his wife crazy. Her body began to react more sensitively, as if she was gradually reaching the summit. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and the blush on her cheeks and body grew larger and larger. Finally, her body trembled a few times, and she let out a series of short screams. She finally made up for the regret of last night and reached orgasm under the attack of this super-sized penis.

The boss's thrusting continued. His wife, like an octopus, clung to his body with both arms and legs, her large breasts pressed against his chest. Despite performing much better than the night before, the boss finally succumbed to the stimulation, his body trembling violently before collapsing onto his wife. A

satisfied expression finally appeared on his wife's flushed face.

The boss rested on his wife for a while before reluctantly getting up. His hands, still wanting more, caressed her body from head to toe, lingering on her breasts for a moment before separating their joined genitals. His penis slowly withdrew from his wife's body, the large glans making a soft popping sound due to the air pressure as it left her. His wife let out another soft moan.

"Beautiful lady, can we rest a bit and do it again?" the boss tentatively asked his wife, his hands still roaming freely over her body.

The wife shook her head slightly. "That's enough, take care of yourself." She gently brushed away his restless hands, stood up, grabbed her underwear, and headed naked to the bathroom.

The shopkeeper was somewhat disappointed, but could only helplessly put on his clothes.

The wife only rinsed herself briefly before leaving the bathroom. "Shopkeeper, how much for a foot massage?"

The shopkeeper stammered, "Uh, never mind, I..."

The wife said seriously, "No, you still have to pay, otherwise it'll look like I'm selling myself."

"Oh, okay, 68."

I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "I didn't pay last night, didn't you already sell yourself?" I slowly closed the door and sat back in my chair, pretending to doze off, but witnessing my wife's sexual encounter with another man left me unsettled. My penis was still erect; how could I possibly sleep?

After a while, I heard the door being gently pushed open. I continued to pretend to be asleep, when suddenly a cool little hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my erect penis. I heard my wife's snickering.

"Tell me honestly, did you watch the whole thing from beginning to end?" My wife said, slowly stroking my penis.

"No, what was there to see? I was sleeping." I pretended to be half asleep.

"Really? Sleeping can make your penis this hard?" My wife looked at me with a half-smile.

"Hehe, I had a wet dream. I dreamt that you were being served by a lot of big men, and I could only watch from the side, so this is what happened."

"Really? Then how about I take pity on you and help your little brother get a good massage?" My wife said, gently licking my cheek like a kitten.

"I don't care. If you help others, I'll find someone else to help me." I said arrogantly.

"Oh? Don't regret it. Don't be begging me to find a place for your brother to stay tonight."

"Hehe, is the boss still not satisfied?"

"Yeah, look at your wife's looks and figure. How many men wouldn't drool over me? He told me to come back to him next time and gave me a business card. I said I'm just a decent woman who likes to have fun, but I've been stuck with a bad husband who likes to have even more fun. Since he likes to have fun, then let's just call it a day. Even if I come back to you next time, it'll just be for a foot massage. This is the end of it."

My eyes lit up. "Wife, you're very enlightened."

"Of course." My wife proudly displayed her long, swan-like neck.

“But…” I chuckled mischievously, “I clearly saw you easily climax under that ****’s service, and you’re just going to give up? Haven’t you thought about developing a long-term relationship?”

My wife’s eyes darted around. “Hmph, don’t try to trap me, I won’t fall for it.”

I was about to praise her again when she added, “There are plenty of good men out there. The best is always the next one, that’s the essence of this game. I’m not going to hang myself on one tree.”

I was speechless.

Just then, my WeChat notification rang. I picked it up and a slight smile appeared on my face. It was Shi Mengyun.

“I’m done, I’m coming to find you now, send me your address.”

I quickly sent back my home address.

My wife, seeing my expression, couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. “So happy, who’s calling you?”

I gave her a mysterious look. “The person who helped me get things done is here, just keep an eye on things.”

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