5 middle-aged couple

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*Beep! Beep! Beep!* The computer on my desk emitted a crisp, pleasant sound. Someone had sent me

a message. I glanced at the screen instinctively. My partner (hereinafter referred to as A) had just logged on and

sent me a message via private chat in the group. I immediately put down my work, clicked the mouse, and a short message appeared

: "Are you new here?" I immediately checked his profile. He was two years younger than me, not bad! My intuition told

me this person was suitable. I immediately replied: "Yes! I just joined today." Then, we started chatting.

At first, we repeated the topics mentioned earlier. As we talked, the atmosphere became more lively. We learned about each other

's situations and thoughts regarding Fang, and we felt much more familiar with each other. Our speech became more relaxed, even direct.

I knew they were already quite experienced. "Do you have video?" he suddenly asked. I said: "No,

I'm in the office, no video." "Then do you have photos?" He wanted photos again? I immediately asked back:

"Do you have any?" "We have a video. If you send us photos, I'll show you our video

." Huh?!

Okay! Okay! My brain immediately buzzed with excitement, and my expression tensed. Was this real? Could it

be that many of yesterday's fantasies were about to become reality? My mind raced, but my hands didn't stop. I

found what I considered to be the best photo of the two of us on my computer and sent it to him. Soon, Fang opened the video

. I saw a man about my age, who looked very capable. "Did you see me?" he asked.

"Yes, yes," I quickly replied, feeling incredibly excited, almost speechless

. "Want to see my wife?" he asked. "Yes!" I answered without hesitation. Heh, who wouldn't

? We'd been chatting for ages, wasn't this what we were waiting for? A moment later, Mr. A's wife sat down in front of the screen, a voluptuous

woman, who I felt was even more voluptuous than my own wife. I stared wide-eyed, moved, afraid of missing a single

detail. I greedily, and now, looking back, I truly was greedy, watching her intently. Damn it,

why is this video window so small? Who invented it? Couldn't they have invented a bigger window? I cursed inwardly.

The woman in the video appeared mature and composed. "How are you feeling?" she asked Fang. Hehe! This was

the first time in my life I had scrutinized Fang with a clear, ulterior motive. To be honest, I still prefer

women with a bit more curves, and she in the video certainly fit my aesthetic preferences. I said, "She's pretty good!"

Then, I started chatting with A's wife. I'll keep the content of our conversation a secret; I won't

describe it here. About fifteen minutes later, A returned to the screen, interrupting our conversation. "You

've seen it," A said. "Yes, yes," I quickly replied. A continued, "

We've seen your photos too, and they look good. Go home and discuss it with your wife. After all, you're newlyweds. You

two should communicate first, and then contact each other again tomorrow!" "Okay, okay!" I hurriedly answered,

still feeling the excitement from before, not quite over yet! Our first chat ended just like that.

After work, I drove quickly through the rush hour traffic, all my previous

complaints about traffic jams gone, just wanting to get home as fast as possible. When I got home, my wife had already picked up the kids and

was slightly surprised to see my slightly sweaty face. "Why are you sweating? That's not like me!" My wife seemed to understand

something, giving me a look, and I immediately understood. My wife didn't ask anything. We

finished everything as usual, following the established routine. Once in bed, I described the day's events to her in detail.

My wife listened attentively, a familiar blush occasionally rising on her face. When I mentioned some of my naughty

thoughts, my wife blushed, lowered her head, and avoided looking at me. She was shy; it was such a familiar expression.

Ten years ago, I knew it so well, yet ten years had made it so unfamiliar

. I felt as if I had found something I had once lost. I became somewhat agitated. I stared

at my wife, who still kept her head down, not looking at me. I could feel her face burning. After a long

silence, I suddenly exploded. My hands roughly but skillfully ripped off my wife's pajamas. My wife

looked at me in surprise. "What are you doing?" Before she could finish her sentence, I had stripped her

naked. What am I doing? Did I even need to ask? What can a husband and wife do in bed? I forcefully turned her over, my wife

facing away from me, lying face down on the bed. Despite my almost rough movements, she managed to quickly adjust her

position; husband and wife are husband and wife after all, able to achieve perfect harmony in a split second. I raised my already erect

penis, aimed it at her secret opening, and whoosh! My penis slid in completely. "Ah!!!" my wife screamed,

her head sinking as she fell onto the pillow. I wonder if our son next door heard her. Damn! Without foreplay
, my wife's vagina was so lubricated, something I hadn't expected. Could it be that she was already aroused

? I didn't have time to think further and continued my actions. I reached my hands to my wife's breasts, grasping

the breasts I had held countless times before, kneading them vigorously. I lay on her back, thrusting into her as if releasing my pent-up desire

, "Ah!

Ah! Ah!..." From the moment I entered her, my wife hadn't stopped moaning. A

fierce battle ensued, culminating in another shouting match that brought us to a long-awaited climax.

After a short rest, my wife weakly chided, "What's wrong with you today?" What's wrong? Did she even need to ask? Wasn't that

a rhetorical question? I chuckled, and seeing my somewhat mischievous grin, she lightly punched

me with her fist, turned, and went to the bathroom. I also got out of bed, tiptoed to my son's room,

gently pushed open the door, saw his sleeping face, smiled slightly, closed the door, and returned to my own bed.

Another deep, restful sleep!

Waking up in the morning, I began a busy day. Seeing my wife's more radiant face,

the gloom that had settled in my heart lessened considerably in recent years. From then on, I added another task to my schedule—

online chatting. Arriving at the office, my first task was no longer making tea, but turning on the computer and going online. As expected, I

met A again on QQ. Today, we greeted each other like old friends. He asked me about last night...

"How did the planning go?" I said, "Okay." He was very happy, and we agreed to have the two couples talk on the phone that evening. Ah!

He looked so relaxed, and work seemed much easier. That afternoon, I sat with my teacup by the office window

, watching the endless stream of cars and bustling crowds below, lost in thought. "Humans," I thought, "why

are they so strange? Humans have desires, but when do these desires ever end?

They're always impeccably dressed, so respectable, yet deep down their hearts are so bizarre and unspeakable.

What awaits us? Passion? Excitement? Or satisfaction? But what comes after satisfaction? What else? Will

there be danger? Will we contract diseases? Will our families break apart...?" I dared not think about it; I dared not think any further.

The masses below, what are you thinking? How do you live? Do you, like me,

harbor some kind of unspeakable secret?

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