Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapter Thirty-Two

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Chapter Thirty-Two.
My wife winked at me and then gracefully walked inside.

"Wow, beautiful lady, I almost didn't recognize you today! Come, come, have a seat." The older man was like a fawning lapdog.

My wife pretended to be reserved and sat down to begin today's game. I felt bored just waiting, so I sent her a WeChat message telling her I was leaving for a bit and to contact her via WeChat if needed.

Here, I should mention that cruise ships spend a lot of time on the high seas and cannot connect to any country's internet resources. Therefore, the internet on cruise ships relies entirely on satellite connections, which are very expensive. However, some ships have the advantage that suite passengers can enjoy a certain amount of free internet access. The speed is not fast, but it solves the problem of having internet access at all. Our ship was one of those.

I walked to the cruise ship's atrium, which was a spacious area that housed the elevators in the middle of the ship, some shopping malls, a very impressive atrium bar, and even a small library.

The atrium bar has resident singers and musicians performing every night. Tonight, it was a bearded foreigner with a top hat and a weathered look, playing piano and singing classic love songs from the 80s and 90s. His rugged voice, with a touch of jazz, was exactly my cup of tea. I couldn't resist finding a seat, ordering a beer, and listening quietly.

The bittersweet, malty aroma of the beer, combined with the melodious piano and his rough voice, quickly calmed me down. I slowly closed my eyes, and in the darkness, images flashed from the depths of my memory.

I never imagined that a few piano songs could unlock the floodgates of my memory. I thought of many people: the girl I had a crush on in high school, the senior in college who took my first kiss, the female online friend who brought me both joy and pain, even my wife's cousin, Chen Qianyi, and finally, of course, my beloved wife, Chen Xinyue. Each scene seemed to be right before my eyes.

I was always the loudest applauder after each piece, constantly giving the uncle a thumbs-up. So much so that before he finished playing and left, he came down to chat with me, his number one fan of the night. I asked him when he'd perform tomorrow so I could continue to support him. Finally, we said goodbye with a big hug.

Leaving the music behind, my mind returned to the present. It was then that I remembered my gambling-addicted wife was still at the casino nearby. I took out my phone and saw three unread messages from her. I opened WeChat.

"Good luck today."

"Haha, my luck is frighteningly good."

"Almost a thousand, what do I do?"

The last message was sent just five minutes ago, so I quickly typed a message.

"Then find an excuse to cash out and leave, don't get entangled."

But before I could send it, another message from my wife arrived.

"Oh no, we've reached a thousand! He's got the look of his teeth on me!"

I was furious. This top university graduate can be dumber than a pig sometimes. Roulette is like a game; as long as you don't go all in, you can play for a long time with a single bet. My wife's chips were slowly increasing, and she hadn't backed out in time. Besides, she hadn't explicitly refused the old man's offer yesterday, and she even showed up on time today. No wonder he was clinging to her.

If this had happened a month ago, it wouldn't have been a problem at all. If my wife had just refused, this wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't have needed to get involved. But now it's a different story. My wife and I are like two children who have just tasted fine wine; the intoxicating feeling is something we've never experienced before. And since then, we've been actively or passively tasting different kinds of wine, just to experience that wonderful feeling.

I was struggling with whether to go and save her. I knew that if her husband showed up, that skinny old man would definitely back down. Breaking his promise? Heh, so what?

But after thinking about it carefully, I inexplicably sent her the following message:

"They say the way to a woman's heart is through her vagina. How you choose depends on whether you're wet yet. If you are, go for it."

After sending it, I felt my heart pounding, the thumping even drowning out the surrounding noise.

Almost immediately, my wife replied.

"What should I do?"

Those five short words revealed her inner turmoil. She didn't ask me to rescue her, but instead asked me what to do. Knowing my wife, this man had stirred up her deep-seated masochistic desires, just like the pleasure the ugly Zhou Wangfa had given her last time.

So, without hesitation, I decided for her.

"There's a gender-neutral toilet at the stern on the sixth floor. I'll go first, you take him there too. If he hurts you, I'll deal with him. Remember, you must wear a condom, absolutely!"

"Okay."

Upon receiving those two words, I rushed to the toilet. A gender-neutral toilet is one that neither men nor women can enter; there are no open urinals like in men's toilets, only enclosed cubicles.

We discovered this toilet yesterday. It has four stalls, and its location is secluded; usually, no one comes here, and at this time of day, there should be no one. Yesterday, I joked with my wife that this was a hotbed for sex, and now it seems my words have

come true. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I squeezed into the outermost stall, my heart pounding like a drum. Ten minutes passed, but it felt like an hour. I was only a hundred or two meters shorter than them, so why hadn't they come yet? Had my wife changed her mind? Backed out? Already escaped? Then why didn't she tell me?

Just as I was agonizing over this, the toilet door was gently pushed open. In that instant, I sat on the toilet, raising my legs so they couldn't see me through the crack.

"There's no one here after all," a man's voice deliberately lowered.

"Don't touch me yet," a woman's voice also lowered, but I still recognized it as my wife's.

"Which stall should we choose?" The man's voice had a hint of flattery.

"This one," my wife hesitated before choosing a stall.

A moment later, the door to the next stall opened, and I thought to myself, "Sure enough, couples have a tacit understanding. "

The door closed and was bolted.

"Oh, you smell so good,"

my wife said in a low voice with a snap. "I'm telling you again, no kissing, no patting me, no hitting me, no sucking on my body, you have to wear a condom, and it's over when you come out."

"Okay, okay, I promise you everything, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

Another snap.

"What now?"

"And remember what you said, this isn't just about you helping me win that thousand dollars, you have to help me win again tomorrow."

I almost burst out laughing. It turns out my wife is shrewd; she squeezed out some extra value at the end, adding an extra service for herself.

"Okay, okay, I agree to everything, is that alright now?"

"Mmm."

The danger had passed, and I slowly lowered my legs, which had become numb from holding on. I lowered my head, trying to see the situation next door as clearly as possible. There was a gap of about ten centimeters between the partition and the floor between the two cubicles. I could barely see four feet through the gap.

I heard rustling sounds coming from next door; someone was probably taking off their clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't take everything off!"

His wife was only wearing a dress, with just underwear and barely any fabric covering her nipples to prevent them from showing. It seemed she didn't want to be completely naked and violated in this environment.

"Don't force me. I'll hurt you."

"Wow, you're not wearing a bra! What's this?"

"These are nipple covers. Don't throw them away, put them aside, I need them."

"Wow, your breasts are so big and firm! And your nipples are pink."

Slurping sounds came from behind, indicating his wife's upper body was already exposed. The older man was savoring his wife's breasts as if they were a delicacy.

"Ah, oh, I told you not to bite, but I've let you lick them, ah~~~"

The older man licked his wife for two or three minutes. During this time, his wife, afraid someone might come, kept her voice down, making muffled sounds as if she were covering her mouth.

"Let's begin," the older man said, panting.

Then came another clattering and rustling sound, like the old man unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants. I shifted my gaze to the gap in the partition and saw a pair of pants being pulled down, covering the old man's ankles.

"I'll help you take them off," the old man said.

The wife hummed in agreement.

With a swishing sound, a light blue pair of underwear slid down to the wife's ankle. The wife stretched out one leg and then used her hand to pull the underwear off her other ankle.

"You can put it back on for me," the old man said in a fawning voice.

"You can put it on yourself."

"I... I don't know how."

"You don't know how? Fine."

The wife lifted one foot as if to put the underwear back on.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it myself, I'm not afraid of you, grandma."

Ah~~~ The wife's signature long moan as she was being penetrated.

I looked at their positions; the wife was standing on the outside near the door, toes pointing inwards, while the old man was on the inside, toes pointing outwards. I guessed that their current position was that the old man was sitting on the toilet, and the wife was straddling his lap.

"You, you slow down, I'm too old to handle this."

The wife ignored him and continued her rhythmic up-and-down movements, while the old man cried out, his voice even louder than hers.

Suddenly, their movements seemed to stop.

"What are you doing?" the wife asked.

"Changing positions."

"Who agreed to change positions?"

"You didn't say we couldn't change positions."

"I..."

Sigh, okay, I can also prove that the wife didn't say we couldn't change positions.

The four legs began to adjust their positions. Obviously, the wife felt guilty and passively accepted the request to change positions. Actually, this was a side of her personality; she was too embarrassed to act shamelessly towards strangers, leading to her being submissive in the face of things.

The wife's feet moved to the inside, toes pointing inwards, while the old man's feet moved to the outside. After a moment's thought, it was clear that the old man wanted the wife to lie face down on the toilet tank for rear entry.

"Damn, I just realized you little slut, you have no hair down there, you're a bald tiger! Born that way?" The old man's tone was slightly husky and very excited.

"I shaved it." The wife actually answered seriously.

“I like this one, bend your legs a little, come down a little, ah~~ right, ooh~~~”

My wife let out a long moan at the same time, indicating that she was enjoying it.

“I didn’t realize you were so thin and small, but this thing is so long~~~” My wife said breathlessly.

“Hehe, it’s inside you now, isn’t it? My cock isn’t thick, but it’s long, it’s easy to make a woman orgasm, and besides, this position makes it easy to penetrate deeply, you can try it if you don’t believe me.” He said, he started moving around

with a “hehehe” sound. The way my wife was breathing was obviously different from before, I knew she was aroused.

“Touch me.”

“What?” The old man didn’t hear clearly.

“I’m telling you to touch my breasts, rub them.” My wife couldn’t say the word “nipples” herself.

“Hehehe, little slut, you know how powerful Daddy is now.”

“Yes, rub faster, ah~~~” My wife spoke with heavy breathing. I wondered if she had forgotten that her husband was next door.

"Want me to massage you a little more comfortably?"

"Mmm~~~"

"The condom is too thick, let me take it off." The older man actually took the opportunity to make a request.

I frowned. My wife's willpower is very weak when she's lost in passion, and her judgment is also very poor. I was worried that she would agree to this request in a moment of passion.

"No, you, you're going too far. If you don't want to do it anymore, take it out, and I'll go back to my husband to take care of it."

Although my wife was still panting, she still firmly expressed her opinion.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong." As she spoke, she obviously quickened her pace, and a series of slapping sounds came. I was worried that if someone came in at this moment, they would definitely be exposed.

"Yes, like this, uh~~ like this, ah, ah, ah, ah~~~" The two of them simultaneously let out a series of suppressed long sounds.

The storm passed.

"You can leave now." My wife cleaned herself up and gave the older man the order to leave.

"Hey, when are you coming tomorrow? I'll help you win more money."

"It depends on my mood, just wait and see."

"Hehehe, if you win tomorrow, we..."

His wife interrupted him, "Hey! I said, just this once. If you don't agree, then you can come or not tomorrow, but I'm going."

The older man smiled awkwardly, "I...I know, I was just joking with you. See you tomorrow night, hehe, one more kiss."

"Ugh, you're so annoying, no way." June 45, 2524. "Just one, just one."

A kiss followed, clearly indicating that his wife had been taken advantage of.

"Okay, get lost." His wife said impatiently.

The two exchanged a few more words, and the older man left the restroom first. I let out a long sigh and patted the partition. His wife patted it twice in response.

After leaving my stall, I opened the door to the next one. My wife was sitting on the toilet seat, her off-the-shoulder dress untied at the neck, a piece of fabric dangling, her breasts exposed. She was wiping away vaginal discharge, then tore off a piece of paper to wipe her breasts and other parts of her body. The saliva stains there had long since dried; they wouldn't go away without a shower.

"Was I really embarrassed?" my wife asked.

"It was alright, just so-so,"

she replied without arguing. She silently put on her underwear and tied her skirt. Perhaps because she'd been lying down for so long, she couldn't even stand up and sat back down.

"Are your legs weak? Let me help you."

"No, I want you to carry me."

"Hey, don't go too far! You were caught cheating on your husband, and you dare to negotiate? Besides, I didn't see your legs go weak when you were having fun."

“I don’t care, my legs are too weak to walk, I want you to carry me.”

“I…”

Looking at my wife’s face full of desire and her eyes full of expectation, I was speechless for a moment. I sighed silently, shook my head, and slowly turned around and squatted down. My wife chuckled and climbed on top of me without any hesitation, her full breasts pressed against my back without any bra.

So, a strange scene appeared in the corridor of the cruise ship’s entertainment area at night: I was carrying my wife through the halls and rooms. There weren’t many tourists left, but everyone who passed by would stare at us. The ship’s Chinese and foreign staff also gave us friendly smiles, and some of the girls even cast envious glances. Actually, I wanted to say, “What are you looking at? When you’re so weak from being with another man, you’ll have your husband carry you too.”

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