A married woman filled with spring fever

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On the evening of April 29th, my wife came to the company to wait for me to get off work. It was already 5:30 PM, but I was still at a client's place, so I told her on the phone that I might not be back until after 7:30 PM and that she could wander around and meet my colleagues. Unexpectedly, I returned to the company around 6:30 PM, and all my colleagues had left, but I couldn't find my wife in the meeting room. So I searched through each office, and when I got to the manager's office, I vaguely heard a girl's voice. I quietly went closer to see what was happening and discovered that my wife was being with Manager Chen. Through the blinds in the manager's office, I saw my wife lying back on the sofa, her clothes unbuttoned, her bra flipped up. The manager's hands were playing with my wife's soft, elastic breasts. Her nipples, which were originally inverted and buried in the rosy areolas, were now being pulled out and sucked by the manager, slowly making them hard. He then pressed his lips against my wife's breasts, carefully licking every part, while his left hand was constantly caressing her other breast. Then, with his other hand, he lifted my wife's skirt, pulled her stockings down to her knees, grabbed the bottom of her panties, and pulled them to the side, into the crevice between her labia and thighs. He then grasped his swollen, purplish-red penis, aimed the glans at her labia, and forcefully thrust it in with a "plop," penetrating my wife's wet, soft vagina. "Ah! It's in! It's in!...You...you're making me...so...strong!" my wife moaned, "Mmm...so big...so hard...mmm...it's so deep!" My wife lay there limp, letting the manager's penis thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Even through the window, the sounds of their genitals colliding could be clearly heard. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" my wife cried out in ecstasy, as if each thrust was draining her climax, her face contorted in agony. Her buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with the thrusts. As the manager increased the speed of his thrusting, I saw him not only pulling my wife's labia outwards with each stroke, but also causing droplets of fluid to seep from his bright red penis. Finally, a thin stream of fluid flowed from my wife's reddened vulva down to her buttocks, quickly soaking a large area of the sofa. The manager then began to vigorously caress and rub my wife's breasts, leaving red handprints on her soft, white breasts. Her pink nipples, now erect like two small grapes, swayed up and down with each thrust. My wife's behavior was completely different from usual; she raised her voice and cried out more wantonly, "Oh! Oh!... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Oh!..." I think at this moment she probably no longer recognized herself as my wife. A few minutes later, encouraged by my wife's loud moans, the manager finally pressed his lower body tightly against her, his buttocks muscles twitching, and ejaculated inside her. He immediately grabbed her feet, pulling her legs together and raising them. A few strands of white, murky semen slowly trickled from her vaginal opening… Good heavens! He actually wanted my wife pregnant! Otherwise, why would he raise her legs to keep the semen in her uterus longer? The manager glanced at the clock—7:10—seemingly resentful but powerless. He then began to suck and lick my wife's toes, her soft, boneless feet. My wife always paid close attention to her feet; they had white, tender insteps, pink soles, and neatly trimmed, smooth toes that reflected a pearly sheen even without nail polish. I hadn't noticed when her stockings had been pulled down from her knees to the floor. All I could see was the manager frantically sucking and licking my wife's slightly sore, yet not particularly smelly, little feet and between her toes, while constantly rubbing her toes with his hands. After playing for a while, the manager asked my wife to help him get his limp penis bigger. He seemed unsatisfied and wanted to do it with her again. Strangely enough, my wife obediently used her little mouth to suck and lick it. She worked very hard, constantly changing positions as she helped the manager manipulate and suck his penis, like a little girl tasting delicious ice cream for the first time, her face showing a blissful, intoxicated expression that would make anyone want to do it a few more times. My wife went to the company to wait for me to get off work. I didn't return until about 6:30, only to find that my wife had been with Manager Chen! He wasn't satisfied and wanted to do it again, and he was asking my wife to help him get his limp penis hard... Any man would be furious in this situation, but why am I writing this down so calmly? Our company is an overseas branch of a major Japanese trading company. Employees can get promoted, and if they're lucky, they might even be transferred to the headquarters and stay in Japan until retirement, receiving a substantial pension! "We can't have a conflict! If things escalate, both the manager and I will definitely be fired." I started thinking of a solution. So I quietly stood up (damn it! I even got an erection just looking at myself, so I had to squat down to watch), bent over, took the elevator downstairs, and dialed my wife's cell phone: "Hey! Xiaoxia, I'm back! Just come to the basement parking lot to find me." A short while later, Xiaoxia appeared before me with a grin, kissed me as soon as she got in the car, and said, "I was just chatting with your manager, and he said the company is planning to send you to Osaka next year!" (Hmph! That's right! My promotion opportunity is in his hands.) "I already knew!" (I turned my head away, partly out of irritation, and partly because I smelled her breath when she spoke.) Barry smelled of semen. Damn it! He even kissed my Manager Chen, and his semen might have shot into her mouth, and now... Ugh! Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit...) After getting home, I didn't eat anything, and I was dizzy and couldn't sleep all night. I finally felt sleepy in the morning, and then my wife said, "Xiao Hou! Isn't your company having a lunch party in the rooftop garden today? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you still sleeping?" "Oh! I think I have a bit of a cold. Can you not bother me?" I replied, "Or, you can go in my place!" Xiao Xia really did get dressed up and took a taxi to our company, and I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up, wow! It was already 4 pm, and my wife still hadn't come home. Had Manager Chen done it to me again today? I hurriedly drove to the company, heading straight for the manager's office (Damn it! I'm definitely going to catch you today, and I won't rest until you pay me five million!). But the entire sales department was empty! "Maybe he's still on the top floor," I thought, and climbed up to check. "No, he's not there." "That's strange. Could he have gone to a hotel with Manager Chen?" I thought sadly as I walked down the stairs. "Heh! Heh! Heh!... Oh! Oh!... Is this the place...?" "Hi! Hi!... Anada, you're so pretty!... Heh! Heh!..." "Huh, the president's still here, but what's he up to?" I followed the sound and slowly moved to the window of his private meeting room (our company's decor is all the same, large glass windows with straight-lined floor-length Venetian blinds, making it easy to see inside through the gaps). "I found my wife!" She was dressed neatly and sitting on the sofa next to our club president. On the coffee table were probably leftover champagne from lunch and a few side dishes... My wife's beige dress had thin straps that revealed her hairless, alluring armpits. Her 32C breasts almost burst out of the fitted dress, and you could vaguely see two red nipples (what, she wasn't wearing a bra today). The hem of the yellow dress perfectly accentuated her long, slender, pink thighs, making them appear exceptionally white. Her red lace-trimmed panties revealed a few tufts of pubic hair sticking out, round and plump, divided into two mounds with a slight indentation in the middle. Good heavens! There was a cocktail bowl on the club president's lap, and my wife's bare foot was soaking in it. The club president's left hand was holding that little foot, and he immediately took it out and put it in his mouth, starting to suck and lick my wife's smooth toes and the cocktail between them. He dipped and licked my wife's fair toes until they were bright red, then picked up a cherry and placed it between her toes, starting to nibble on it… The president's other hand wasn't idle either, constantly stroking my wife's inner thighs. Finally, his fingers slipped under the edge of my wife's panties, digging and probing, then he inserted and withdrew his index finger straight into my wife's vagina, in… out… in… out… At this moment, my wife's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue sticking out a little, her face full of lust, moaning: "Mmm! Oh!… Hmm… Hmm… Mmm… Oh!… Hmm! Ah…" My wife went to the company dinner in my place. When I woke up and found she hadn't returned, I was afraid she had been taken advantage of by Manager Chen again, so I rushed to the company to stop her, only to find that this time the person taking advantage of my wife was our president! He was fiddling with my wife's vagina with his hand... I thought to myself, if I barged in now, I probably wouldn't get anywhere. I wouldn't even get penetration; at most, the police would charge me with indecent assault, and they'd probably make us settle privately. In the end, I'd most likely be fired. What a mess!Not only did I lose both my wife and my money, but I also hadn't eaten anything from noon yesterday until this evening. I'd been searching up and down the stairs just now, and now my legs were so weak I was squatting on the floor. Through the crack in the blinds, I saw the company president start pulling down the shoulder straps of my wife's dress along her arms. As he pulled the dress down further, my wife's fair breasts popped out, her two pink nipples standing erect without needing any sucking. The president casually grabbed a bottle of fructose from the coffee table and poured it onto my wife's nipples. Then he lowered his head and began sucking and licking her breasts with his thick, sausage-like snout, rubbing his short, thick stubble against her nipples. "Oh... um... oh!... hmm!... so... comfortable..." my wife murmured. The president straightened up again, bringing his head close to my wife's face, pressing his lips against hers. My wife's flushed cheeks began to swell and throb, like a frog hopping around in her mouth. The president would occasionally lift his head slightly, sucking out my wife's rosy tongue, while his right index finger dug into her vulva, pulling upwards forcefully, then pressing his palm against her vaginal opening and massaging it in a circular motion… "Ugh… Oh…" My wife's mouth was being forcefully kissed, and she made indistinct moans. Seeing that the time was right, the president took a vibrating egg from the coffee table (it was the sample I brought back last week, semi-oval, about the size of an eraser, vibrating when turned on). He turned it on and immediately squeezed it into my wife's vagina through her trouser leg. Then he began to pull down her dress, and as he pulled it down to her feet, he didn't forget to lick and suck her soft, cocktail-scented toes a few times. My wife was lying naked on her back, shamelessly moaning and groaning. The club president was fondling her breasts with one hand, while his other hand parted her thighs to reveal her labia and her wet, glistening vulva. He then licked her slightly protruding labia with his tongue and gently bit and pulled at the two petals with his teeth. My wife's body twitched slightly and began to tremble. "Mmm!...Oh!...Mmm...Hmm!...Put it in...Put it in!" she cried out incoherently, begging the club president to have sex with her. The club president then inserted his thumb and forefinger into her vagina, trying to remove the vibrator, deliberately shaking it up and down inside. At this moment, he pulled my wife to her feet. She was so exhausted from what he was doing that she could only kneel on the sofa, facing me, her flushed cheeks half-hidden by her long hair. Her half-closed eyes were almost entirely white, and her weak, open mouth was moaning, "...put it in...put it in quickly!..." He took out the vibrator, put it into a condom, and then put it on his short, thick, ten-centimeter-long penis (wow! No need for injections or pills, instantly lengthened!), holding his penis... "Ah!...So good...Mmm!...So good..." my wife moaned. The president began thrusting, his body arching and contracting, causing my wife's pair of white, drooping breasts to sway violently. Residual fructose gathered at her pink nipples, with a few drops splashing onto the Venetian blinds in front of me. His testicles swayed back and forth in tandem, and he occasionally reached out with his left and right hands to grab and squeeze my wife's swaying breasts. "Ah!...Hmm!...Ugh!...Oh! Oh! Oh!..." My wife collapsed weakly to the ground, unable even to kneel. He pulled up my wife's right arm, bent down and licked her clean, hairless armpit, occasionally turning his head to kiss her soft, swaying breasts. Then, he simply changed my wife's position to lie on her side on the sofa, took her right foot into his mouth and continued thrusting, penetrating deep into my wife's vagina again and again. She was now moaning incessantly, and most of her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluids. The president changed his approach again, pressing his fat belly tightly against my wife's flat stomach, stopping thrusting, and instead began to twist and rub his hairy, black buttocks. With the vibrating egg inserted into her belly, my wife was already in a state of blissful ecstasy. I could see her beautiful little foot raised high in front of me, her pink, soft toes moving open and closed through the window on the back of the chair. She must have had an orgasm, I thought, licking the windowpane and imagining myself eating her little foot, guessing as I watched. The president's testicles were almost inside my wife's wide-open labia, and her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluid. I stared intently at my wife's labia, deformed by his testicles, and her face flushed with desire, when suddenly a strange sensation ran through my lower abdomen. My left hand made me spit my penis against the glass window. At that moment, the president began to vigorously thrust into my wife, who had fainted from excessive excitement, while one hand was still fiddling with her clitoris. Before long, the president was on top of my wife, holding her tightly, his buttocks muscles twitching, and he had ejaculated. "The condom! That's the evidence..." I stood up abruptly, wanting to rush in and catch them in the act. But I hadn't slept well, my stomach was empty, and running up and down the stairs had exhausted me. I'd also gotten aroused, and as soon as I stood up, my vision blurred, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground with a thud. When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa where they had just made love. My wife was sitting at the other end, looking exhausted and limp. As soon as the president saw I was awake, perhaps realizing the scandal had been exposed and things wouldn't end well, he immediately put on a smile and said eagerly, "Ms. Hou! It's great that you work so hard. I really like you. Starting next week, you'll be in charge of the entire sales department. Manager Chen was fired because of the excessive number of defective products from the last shipment due to collusion with the factory. Would you be willing... oh... Manager Hou?" I looked at his sweaty, red ears, pondering his fabricated reason (I was the one who inspected the goods; there were no defective products at all. If I were manager, I could get hundreds of thousands, even millions, in kickbacks from the factory for each batch). "Hou-san! Take a vacation next month and come stay at my house in Osaka for a few days. Don't work so hard, or you'll hurt your health." He got even more anxious and started raising the stakes... If a Japanese person invites you to stay at their house, and you're on good terms, you might even be able to bathe with their family. The president's wife is almost forty-five, but his only daughter is only fifteen or sixteen, and she looks like Rie Miyazawa... Damn it! I'm going to do it! ...I've decided to go and have sex with both of them! "Thank you for the promotion, President!" I struggled to stand up and bowed to the president. On the evening of April 29th, my wife came to the company to wait for me to get off work. It was already 5:30. Because I was still at the client's place, I told her on the phone that I might not be back until after 7:30, and told her to go shopping first and meet my colleagues. Unexpectedly, I returned to the company early, around 6:30. All my colleagues had left, but I couldn't find my wife in the meeting room. So I searched through every office, and when I got to the manager's office, I vaguely heard a girl's voice. I quietly went closer to see what was going on, and found that my wife was being slept with by Manager Chen. Through the blinds in the manager's office, I saw my wife lying on the sofa, all the buttons on her clothes undone, her bra flipped up. The manager's hands were playing with my wife's soft and elastic breasts. Her nipples, which were originally inverted and buried in the rosy areolas, were now being pulled out and sucked by the manager, slowly making them hard. He then pressed his lips against my wife's breasts, carefully licking every part, while his left hand kept stroking her other breast. Then he used his other hand to lift my wife's skirt, pulling her stockings down to her knees, then reached down and grabbed the bottom of her panties, pulling them to the side into the crevice between her labia and thighs. He then grasped his swollen and purplish penis, aimed the glans at her labia, and squeezed hard, "plop," inserting it into my wife's wet and soft vagina. "Ah! It's in! It's in!...You...you're making me...so hard!" My wife moaned and groaned, "Mmm...so big...so hard...mmm...it's so deep!" My wife lay there limp, letting the manager's penis thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Even through the window, the sounds of their genitals colliding could be clearly heard. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" My wife cried out in ecstasy, as if the manager was draining her dry with each thrust, her face contorted in agony. Her buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with the thrusts. As the manager sped up his thrusts, he not only pulled my wife's labia outwards with each stroke, but his bright red penis also began to drip with moisture. Finally, a thin stream of fluid flowed from my wife's reddened vulva down to her buttocks, soaking a large area of the sofa chair in an instant. The manager began to roughly caress and knead my wife's breasts, leaving red handprints on her soft, white breasts. Her pink nipples were now erect, like two small grapes, bobbing up and down with each thrust. My wife's behavior was completely different from usual; she raised her voice and cried out more wantonly, "Oh! Oh!... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Oh!..."…I think at this moment she probably no longer even knew she was my wife. A few minutes later, encouraged by my wife's loud moans, the manager finally pressed his lower body tightly against her, his buttocks muscles began to twitch, and he ejaculated inside her. Then he immediately grabbed my wife's feet, pulled her legs together and raised them, and I could see a few strands of white, murky semen slowly flowing out of her vagina… My God! He actually wanted my wife to get pregnant. Otherwise, why would he raise her legs to keep the semen in her uterus longer? The manager looked up at the clock—7:10—seemingly unwilling but powerless. So he began to bite and suck on my wife's toes, licking her soft, boneless feet. My wife has always been very attentive to her feet. They have fair, delicate insteps, pink soles, and neatly trimmed, smooth toes that reflect a pearly sheen even without nail polish. I hadn't noticed when her stockings had been pulled down from the knees to the floor. Now, all I saw was the manager frantically sucking and licking her slightly sore, yet not particularly smelly, little feet and between her toes, constantly rubbing her toes with his hands. After a while, the manager asked my wife to help him get his limp penis hard. He seemed unsatisfied and wanted to have sex with her again. Strangely enough, my wife obediently used her little mouth to suck and lick it. She worked very hard, constantly changing positions as she helped the manager manipulate and suck his penis, like a little girl tasting delicious ice cream for the first time, her face filled with a blissful, wanton expression that would make anyone want to have sex with her a few more times. My wife waited for me at the company after get off work, and I didn't get back until about 6:30. To my astonishment, I found that my wife had been with Manager Chen! He wasn't satisfied and wanted to do it again, even asking my wife to help him get his limp penis hard… Any man would be furious in this situation, but why am I writing this down so calmly? Our company is an overseas branch of a large Japanese trading company. Employees can get promoted, and if they're lucky, they might even be transferred to the headquarters and stay in Japan until retirement, receiving a substantial pension! "I can't let this escalate! If things get out of hand, both the manager and I will be fired." I started thinking of a solution. So I quietly stood up (damn it! I even got an erection just looking at myself, so I had to squat down to watch), bent over, took the elevator downstairs, and dialed my wife's cell phone: "Hey! Xiaoxia, I'm back! Just come to the basement parking lot to find me." A short while later, Xiaoxia appeared before me with a grin, kissed me as soon as she got in the car, and said, "I was just chatting with your manager, and he said the company is planning to send you to Osaka next year!" (Hmph! That's right! My promotion opportunity is in his hands.) "I already knew!" (I turned my head away, partly out of irritation, and partly because I smelled her breath when she spoke.) Barry smelled of semen. Damn it! He even kissed my Manager Chen, and his semen might have shot into her mouth, and now... Ugh! Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit...) After getting home, I didn't eat anything, and I was dizzy and couldn't sleep all night. I finally felt sleepy in the morning, and then my wife said, "Xiao Hou! Isn't your company having a lunch party in the rooftop garden today? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you still sleeping?" "Oh! I think I have a bit of a cold. Can you not bother me?" I replied, "Or, you can go in my place!" Xiao Xia really did get dressed up and took a taxi to our company, and I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up, wow! It was already 4 pm, and my wife still hadn't come home. Had Manager Chen done it to me again today? I hurriedly drove to the company, heading straight for the manager's office (Damn it! I'm definitely going to catch you today, and I won't rest until you pay me five million!). But the entire sales department was empty! "Maybe he's still on the top floor," I thought, and climbed up to check. "No, he's not there." "That's strange. Could he have gone to a hotel with Manager Chen?" I thought sadly as I walked down the stairs. "Heh! Heh! Heh!... Oh! Oh!... Is this the place...?" "Hi! Hi!... Anada, you're so pretty!... Heh! Heh!..." "Huh, the president's still here, but what's he up to?" I followed the sound and slowly moved to the window of his private meeting room (our company's decor is all the same, large glass windows with straight-lined floor-length Venetian blinds, making it easy to see inside through the gaps). "I found my wife!" She was dressed neatly and sitting on the sofa next to our club president. On the coffee table were probably leftover champagne from lunch and a few side dishes... My wife's beige dress had thin straps that revealed her hairless, alluring armpits. Her 32C breasts almost burst out of the fitted dress, and you could vaguely see two red nipples (what, she wasn't wearing a bra today). The hem of the yellow dress perfectly accentuated her long, slender, pink thighs, making them appear exceptionally white. Her red lace-trimmed panties revealed a few tufts of pubic hair sticking out, round and plump, divided into two mounds with a slight indentation in the middle. Good heavens! There was a cocktail bowl on the club president's lap, and my wife's bare foot was soaking in it. The club president's left hand was holding that little foot, and he immediately took it out and put it in his mouth, starting to suck and lick my wife's smooth toes and the cocktail between them. He dipped and licked my wife's fair toes until they were bright red, then picked up a cherry and placed it between her toes, starting to nibble on it… The president's other hand wasn't idle either, constantly stroking my wife's inner thighs. Finally, his fingers slipped under the edge of my wife's panties, digging and probing, then he inserted and withdrew his index finger straight into my wife's vagina, in… out… in… out… At this moment, my wife's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue sticking out a little, her face full of lust, moaning: "Mmm! Oh!… Hmm… Hmm… Mmm… Oh!… Hmm! Ah…" My wife went to the company dinner in my place. When I woke up and found she hadn't returned, I was afraid she had been taken advantage of by Manager Chen again, so I rushed to the company to stop her, only to find that this time the person taking advantage of my wife was our president! He was fiddling with my wife's vulva... I thought to myself, if I barged in now, I probably wouldn't get anywhere. My penis wouldn't penetrate her, and if the police got involved, they'd at most charge the club president with indecent assault. The police would definitely try to settle it privately, and I'd probably be fired in the end. That would be a double loss! Plus, I hadn't eaten anything from noon yesterday until this evening, and I'd been searching up and down the stairs just now; my legs were so weak I was squatting on the floor. Through the blinds, I saw the club president start pulling down the straps of my wife's dress along her arms. As he pulled the dress down further, my wife's fair breasts popped out; her two pink nipples were now erect on their own, even without sucking. The club president casually grabbed a bottle of fructose from the coffee table and poured it onto my wife's nipples. Then, he lowered his head and began sucking and licking her breasts with his thick, sausage-like snout, rubbing his short, thick stubble against her nipples. "Oh... um... oh!... hmm!... so... comfortable..." my wife murmured. The club president then thrust his head closer to my wife's face, pressing his lips against hers. My wife's flushed cheeks began to swell and throb, like a frog hopping around in her mouth. The club president would occasionally lift his head slightly to suck out my wife's pink tongue, while his right index finger dug into her vulva, pulling upwards forcefully, then pressing his palm against her vaginal opening and massaging it in a circular motion... "Ugh... oh..." my wife moaned indistinctly as she was being forcefully kissed. Seeing that the time was right, the president took a vibrating egg from the coffee table (it was the sample I brought back last week, semi-oval, about the size of an eraser, vibrating when turned on). He turned it on and immediately squeezed it into my wife's vagina through her trouser leg. Then he started to pull off her dress, and when he pulled it down to her feet, he didn't forget to lick and suck her soft, cocktail-scented toes a few times. Now my wife's underwear was also thrown on the ground. She lay naked on her back, shamelessly moaning "uh-huh" and "ah-ah." The president stroked her breasts with one hand, and with the other hand, he first spread my wife's thighs to expose her labia and her wet, alluring vulva. Then the president licked her slightly protruding labia with his tongue and gently bit and pulled the two petals with his teeth. At this moment, my wife's body twitched slightly and began to tremble. "Mmm!...Oh!...Mmm...Hmm!...Put it in...Put it in!" She cried out incoherently in pleasure, begging the president to have sex with her. The president then inserted his thumb and forefinger into her vagina, trying to remove the vibrator, deliberately shaking it up and down inside. At this moment, he pulled my wife up. My wife was almost exhausted from what he was doing, so she could only hold onto the back of the sofa chair, kneeling on it facing me. Her flushed cheeks were half-hidden by her long hair, her half-closed eyes were almost entirely white, and her weak, open mouth was moaning.Moaning, "...Put it in...hurry up and put it in!..." The president took out the vibrator, put it into a condom, and then put it on his short, thick penis, which was about ten centimeters long (wow! No need for injections or pills, it's instantly longer), and held his penis. "Ah!...So good...Hmm!...So good..." my wife moaned. The president began to thrust in and out, making my wife's pair of white, tender, drooping breasts shake incessantly. The pink nipples were covered with residual fructose, and a few drops were splashed onto the Venetian blinds in front of me. I saw the president's two testicles also swaying back and forth, and he would occasionally reach out with his left and right hands to grab and squeeze my wife's breasts as they swayed back and forth. "Ah!...Hmm!...Hmm!...Oh! Oh! Oh!..." My wife collapsed weakly, unable to even kneel down. He pulled up my wife's right arm, bent down and licked her clean, hairless armpit, occasionally turning his head to kiss her soft, swaying breasts. Then, he simply changed my wife's position to lie on her side on the sofa, took her right foot into his mouth and continued thrusting, penetrating deep into my wife's vagina again and again. She was now moaning incessantly, and most of her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluids. The president changed his approach again, pressing his fat belly tightly against my wife's flat stomach, stopping thrusting, and instead began to twist and rub his hairy, black buttocks. With the vibrating egg inserted into her belly, my wife was already in a state of blissful ecstasy. I could see her beautiful little foot raised high in front of me, her pink, soft toes moving open and closed through the window on the back of the chair. She must have had an orgasm, I thought, licking the windowpane and imagining myself eating her little foot, guessing as I watched. The president's testicles were almost inside my wife's wide-open labia, and her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluid. I stared intently at my wife's labia, deformed by his testicles, and her face flushed with desire, when suddenly a strange sensation ran through my lower abdomen. My left hand made me spit my penis against the glass window. At that moment, the president began to vigorously thrust into my wife, who had fainted from excessive excitement, while one hand was still fiddling with her clitoris. Before long, the president was on top of my wife, holding her tightly, his buttocks muscles twitching, and he had ejaculated. "The condom! That's the evidence..." I stood up abruptly, wanting to rush in and catch them in the act. But I hadn't slept well, my stomach was empty, and running up and down the stairs had exhausted me. I'd also gotten aroused, and as soon as I stood up, my vision blurred, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground with a thud. When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa where they had just made love. My wife was sitting at the other end, looking exhausted and limp. As soon as the president saw I was awake, perhaps realizing the scandal had been exposed and things wouldn't end well, he immediately put on a smile and said eagerly, "Ms. Hou! It's great that you work so hard. I really like you. Starting next week, you'll be in charge of the entire sales department. Manager Chen was fired because of the excessive number of defective products from the last shipment due to collusion with the factory. Would you be willing... oh... Manager Hou?" I looked at his sweaty, red ears, pondering his fabricated reason (I was the one who inspected the goods; there were no defective products at all. If I were manager, I could get hundreds of thousands, even millions, in kickbacks from the factory for each batch). "Hou-san! Take a vacation next month and come stay at my Osaka house for a few days. Don't work so hard, or you'll hurt your health." He got even more anxious and started raising the stakes... If a Japanese person invites you to stay at their house, and you're on good terms, you might even be able to bathe with their family. The president's wife is almost forty-five, but his only daughter is only fifteen or sixteen, and she looks like Rie Miyazawa... Damn it! I'm going to do it! ...I've decided to go and have sex with both of them! "Thank you for the promotion, President!" I struggled to my feet and bowed to the president.

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