The Story of a Cuckolded Wife

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The office was rather dull in the afternoon. I stretched my back, loosening my slightly sore shoulders. The office was quiet; several subordinates were out running errands. Only my secretary and sales associate, Ye Min, was chatting with a girl from another department. I've always been lenient with my subordinates; as long as the business is done, everything else is fine.

However, at this moment, my eyes were fixed on Ye Min's small, stockinged feet. Her desk was angled towards me, allowing me to see her posture. Ye Min was half-leaning on the desk, whispering with the girl. Her legs, encased in a dark orange skirt, were covered by light gray, sheer stockings—it looked like pantyhose.

On her feet were a pair of black, high-heeled sandals, one of which was dangling from her toe, swinging back and forth. After a few swings, the sandal finally came off her stockinged toe. It seemed they were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed the shoe, only slightly wiggling their toes. Ye Min's stockinged feet were small and slender, exactly my type. Although I often see this kind of scene, I still felt a slight arousal.

I opened my computer's web browser, entered my email address and password (it was my private email account, of course), and found an email, but it wasn't from my club. There was an attachment, presumably a picture.

I downloaded and opened it; it was a picture of a woman's back. One leg was kneeling on a chair, the other on the ground. Her upper body was leaning forward so much that it was obscured. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her black suit skirt was half-lifted, revealing flesh-colored stockings and panties pulled down to her calves. Her vulva and buttocks were completely hidden by the skirt. The leg kneeling on the chair was barefoot; it must have fallen off, because I could see a black high-heeled shoe on the foot standing on the ground.

Her stockinged feet were quite beautiful, more textured than Ye Min's, almost comparable to my wife's. I wondered if they had the same fleshy feel as my wife's. Several times during sex, I used her feet to stimulate my penis, and I always ejaculated prematurely.

After observing for a while, I couldn't help but feel a little strange. Who sent me these pictures? It must be a member of the club, because this email address is what I use to contact the club. As for why I joined the club, and what kind of club it is, well, that goes back to the past.

My wife, Lin Ying, and I worked at the same company. We got together shortly after joining. In the beginning, we were inevitably too intimate, and in a moment of carelessness, we got pregnant. By the time we realized it, it was too late to resolve, so we had to get married. Fortunately, my wife and I had a stable relationship, so it was a natural progression. And, as a blessing in disguise, we moved into one of the first companies to provide housing—a two-bedroom apartment. Our careers also gradually became successful. Now, my son, Xiao Zhi, is in the second year of junior high school, and my wife, Lin Ying, is now the deputy director of finance at our company. Everything is going smoothly.

However, my wife and I have experienced some changes. Due to the company's expansion, her workload has increased, and she often has to travel to branch offices in other cities to handle accounts. This often leaves me sexually frustrated, so I turn to the internet for stimulation, mostly to erotic novels and pictures. When I have the chance to make love with my wife, I fantasize about these scenarios to increase the excitement.

My wife knows my predicament and tries to give us more opportunities to be together. She's bought me lots of sexy lingerie and stockings, and I always wear my favorite stockings and lingerie when we're intimate. Even though my wife is 34, she had children early and recovered her figure exceptionally well. She's quite thin, only her breasts and buttocks are a bit bigger than before—isn't that even better? As

Xiaozhi grows up, my wife and I have even fewer opportunities, so I have to resort to masturbation. One day, by chance, I came across stockings belonging to another woman.

My wife, Lin Ying, is going on a business trip out of town, and my son, Xiaozhi, is on summer vacation. My wife decided to take him with her and let him go out to play, leaving me alone at home.

After two days, the house was a complete mess. Knowing my wife wouldn't be back for a while, I had a sudden inspiration. I called a housekeeping service and booked a cleaning lady to come and tidy up the house. I didn't have any requirements, just that she be quick.

The action was swift; less than ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a woman standing there, probably a few years older than my wife, though her clothes didn't suggest she was a cleaner.

She introduced herself, confirming she was indeed there to help, but wearing a skirt wouldn't be convenient for cleaning. As we talked, she produced a rather worn tracksuit and shoes, which she had prepared. I led her to my son's room and had her close the door to change.

After a brief chat, I learned she was a recently laid-off factory worker, only two years older than my wife, and fairly presentable. She could probably make a living selling her body, of course.

She worked quickly, clearly used to housework. She mentioned her husband had also been laid off and now drove a taxi. I made some polite remarks and slipped into my son's room to go online.

With a stranger in the house, I didn't dare open any pornographic images. After reading a novel for a while, I caught a glimpse of her clothes folded on her genitals, with a wad of stockings next to them. A strange excitement surged within me.

After several internal struggles, I finally picked up the stockings. They were two mid-calf stockings, the toes slightly yellowed. This was the first time I'd ever seen stockings belonging to a woman other than my wife. I gently sniffed them, not recognizing the scent. My penis was already hard and desperately needed release, but at that moment I had no courage to rape her; I only knew these stockings could help me relieve my lust.

I saw that the maid had almost finished tidying the living room, so I stood up and pretended to make a phone call, telling her I had to leave in a hurry. She understood and quickly went into her room to change. I gave her fifty yuan, more than I'd expected, and she left happily, even leaving her phone number. She must have been in such a rush that she didn't even notice the stockings were gone.

I closed the door, let out a long sigh of relief—I'd finally succeeded. I turned on the computer, opened some erotic pictures, and put one stocking over my erect penis, slowly stroking it up and down. The slightly hardened toe of the stocking stimulated my glans. I inhaled the other stocking intensely, and after a dozen strokes, I ejaculated, the semen thick and sticky. I masturbated a few more times, covering the stocking with semen.

It was a rare, exhilarating experience. I carefully recalled the female worker's figure; she was probably voluptuous. I hadn't gotten a good look at her feet. I used the remaining stocking that night, and reluctantly threw the semen-covered stocking into the trash.

After this experience, I became completely obsessed with stockings and feet. My wife's stockings, while sexy, didn't provide the same intense pleasure. I needed the stimulation of different women's stockings. I wanted to steal a couple of stockings from a friend's wife, but that was practically impossible; I could only feast my eyes on them.

My wife and son are coming back the day after tomorrow. I gritted my teeth and called the housekeeper again, asking her to come and clean the room. But I was prepared; I borrowed a video camera from a friend, hid it in a box, and secretly filmed her changing.

The housekeeper arrived quickly, just like last time, and brought a change of clothes. I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings, which was a huge disappointment. I wondered if it was because her stockings were lost last time. Luckily, I had the video of her changing.

She changed in a few minutes and started cleaning, chatting with me as she did so. I only asked her to finish cleaning the living room, which made her happy. When she left, she asked when I needed her next time. All I could say was, next time you absolutely must wear stockings.

I plugged in the camera, and the TV showed the footage of the female worker changing clothes. I was a little excited. The worker immediately took off her shirt, revealing a white bra that covered her very large breasts. Then she took off her pants, revealing boxer briefs—not sexy at all, far inferior to my wife's. It was a real disappointment; only her large breasts were acceptable. I watched it several more times, feeling extremely disappointed.

My wife and son returned, and Xiao Zhi had a lot of fun. My wife's work went smoothly, but I was very depressed. My wife told me that her cousin was coming to visit us from abroad, probably soon. I took a day off to pick up my wife's cousin at the airport. I vaguely remembered him visiting at my wedding, but I couldn't quite recall what he looked like, only that he wasn't very old. I'll just go by intuition.

People were starting to come out one after another. Normally, there aren't many people coming to our area at this time. I tried hard to find clues, and suddenly I heard someone call my name, Xiao Yang.

Turning around, I saw my wife's cousin. I immediately recognized him; he was dressed in a Hawaiian style, wearing white-rimmed glasses, and had a beaming smile—a Hawaiian version of the KFC guy, only younger. I quickly took the luggage and pulled him to hail a taxi.

In the taxi, we chatted about our recent lives. I remembered him getting married abroad, and his wife was a foreigner. But I learned he'd divorced a few years ago and now lived alone.

He said he was happier, his life was very colorful, and then whispered a few anecdotes about his romantic escapades, which made me quite envious. I couldn't help but ask a few more questions, and my cousin laughed at my lustful thoughts. I sighed, "What man isn't lustful?" My cousin was surprised that I had a good wife and wasn't satisfied. I couldn't help but complain a bit, and he blinked and didn't say anything more.

The car arrived at my house quickly. My wife came downstairs to greet me. She was all smiles and chatter when she saw my cousin, as if she were a teenager again. My cousin also seemed to adore Xiao Zhi, who ran off to show off the new handheld game console he'd given him.

My wife went into the kitchen to cook, while my cousin and I chatted in Xiao Zhi's room. My cousin praised my wife's figure, telling me not to waste it. But I noticed he kept staring at my wife, and it seemed he was really looking at her private parts. Could it be...?

I asked my cousin about his ex-wife. He took out his mobile phone from his travel bag and pulled up a photo of him and his wife. It turned out his ex-wife was much younger than him, a stunning blonde with blue eyes. She was wearing a red cheongsam, and perhaps because of her height, the slit reached her waist, clearly showing her entire thigh, including the black lace stockings at the top of her thighs and red high heels—a sight that made my blood rush.

I showered my cousin's ex-wife with compliments on her figure, while my cousin remained noncommittal, asking what I admired most. I bluntly said her thighs, especially with stockings—they were simply irresistible. My cousin pointed to my wife's legs, implying they were also very nice. I smiled, a mutual agreement.

Suddenly, my cousin lowered his voice and asked if I wanted to make a bet, the price being $500, no small sum. I quickly asked what the bet was, and my cousin said it was my wife's underwear.

I was a little confused, so my cousin explained that it was the underwear my wife was wearing today and the style; he would guess. If he guessed correctly, I would lose; if he was wrong, I would win $500. However, it had to be the underwear she wore today, so there had to be some marks on it.

I readily agreed, feeling incredibly excited—not for the money, but because betting on my wife's underwear was an indescribably perverse thrill. I was also certain that my cousin had ulterior motives towards my wife.

A series of unprecedented fantasies and thrills surrounded me. The meal was almost pointless, while my wife chatted happily with my cousin. My cousin seemed to be enjoying himself, occasionally patting and touching my wife's stockinged legs. My wife didn't seem to care, thinking he thought she was still a child. I felt a pang of jealousy; after all, she's my wife. Her underwear was one thing—I've stolen stockings from female workers before—but I couldn't accept someone touching her body inappropriately.

After dinner, my cousin asked Xiaozhi to take him for a walk, promising to buy him a new game. The boy was overjoyed and wanted to leave immediately, but my cousin pulled him back. My wife told our son not to waste my cousin's money. My cousin winked at me; that old lecher was definitely reminding me he wanted to take my wife's underwear.

My wife went into the kitchen to start clearing the dishes. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She laughed and tried to avoid me. I said, "Since my cousin and son are out, why don't we make love first?" My

wife said, "Don't be silly. It'll be awkward if my cousin comes back."

I said, "He needs to buy a game for Xiaozhi, which will take at least an hour, and there's a night market over there."

While I was talking, my hand had already slipped inside my wife's skirt, caressing her buttocks through her stockings and panties, and gradually moving between her legs.

My wife was aroused by what I was doing, and knowing that I had been a bit repressed lately, she pressed her body against mine and whispered, "We're too pressed for time. Let's do it tonight. Let's just touch and play around now."

I said, "Xiaozhi is sleeping with us tonight, when will we have a chance?" I felt a little deflated.

Seeing my displeasure, my wife quickly agreed, even reaching into my pants to grasp my already somewhat erect penis. I pulled her close and kissed her, squeezing and kneading her breasts. "Can't I go inside?" she reluctantly asked. I pulled her into the living room and pressed her against my genitals. She

began to breathe rapidly as she hugged me. I unbuttoned her outer garment, pulled up her bra, and bit her left breast. My hands weren't idle either; I lifted her skirt and caressed her stockinged legs. Today, she was only wearing ordinary flesh-colored stockings, but her panties were my favorite—white, lace-trimmed ones, with a small patch of pubic hair clearly visible through the openwork. My wife

's tongue intertwined with mine, and she helped unzip my pants, letting my penis breathe, and gently stroked it. Unfortunately, my wife doesn't like oral sex, so I've only enjoyed it a few times; it seems today won't be an exception.

My hand pressed against my wife's vulva; even through her stockings and panties, I could feel its warm, moist sensation. I gently rubbed the bulge, and my wife's body began to writhe.

"Stop it, time's tight, come in already..." my wife said, her face flushed, so damn cute.

I pulled the stockings and panties down her legs. My wife was truly aroused; her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluid, sticky strands of it forming, leaving many marks on her panties.

"Don't look..." my wife wrapped her arms around my neck.

I aimed my penis at her vulva and slowly inserted it. The lubrication from her fluids allowed me to thrust all the way in. My wife let out a soft moan. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then forcefully thrust downwards into her vulva.

The thought of betting with my cousin about my wife's underwear fueled my perverse stimulation, making me speed up. My wife quickly became overwhelmed, begging me to be gentler. Her legs were tightly curled up against her chest. I buried my face in her stockinged feet, inhaling their scent, and thrust deeply several times. My wife let out a loud "oh," her vagina contracting and releasing fluids—an orgasm.

My wife's orgasms were always quick. I slowed down, and she gasped for breath, her hair soaked with sweat, her face flushed.

"Honey, are you about to cum?" she whispered.

I shook my head and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Her moans grew louder; the stimulation from her vagina after the orgasm was intensifying. She covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her moans. I pulled out my penis, and my wife straightened her legs.

I gestured for my wife to change positions, having her kneel on the bed, supporting her body with her hands. I penetrated her from behind, supporting her shoulders, feeling a greater depth than before. The thrusting brought out more of her vaginal fluid. I watched my wife's full buttocks, slightly upturned, welcoming my penis. I thrust in and out nearly a hundred times in one go until my wife's hands gave way and she collapsed onto the bed.

Still wanting more, I noticed her vagina was already somewhat red and swollen, and I was about to stop when my wife struggled to sit up. Seeing that I still had the energy, she seemed a little overwhelmed. I hugged her and said, "That's enough." My wife gently grasped my penis, opened her mouth, and took it in.

It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed oral sex. I felt my wife's tongue swirling around the head of my penis, stimulating me, then she began to suck and swallow. I stood in front of the bed, eyes closed, enjoying my wife's mouth, my hands supporting her head so that my penis could penetrate even deeper, causing my wife to make soft moaning sounds.

"Honey, don't ejaculate in my mouth," my wife said, spitting out my penis and looking at me.

I nodded, and my wife started sucking again with all her might. I felt the stimulation building up in my glans. I looked down and saw my wife kneeling on my genitals, her head down, her hands holding my penis as she sucked and spit it out. Her breasts swayed with her movements. I played with my wife's nipples. My wife barely managed to look up at me. Her lewd appearance almost made me ejaculate. If only my wife could be even more lewd.

I felt my penis throb a few times, and quickly pulled it out of my wife's mouth. I gently placed her down, pressed her stockinged legs apart, and thrust my penis back into her vagina, pumping rapidly.

I heard my wife moan a few times before I ejaculated.

"It's so hot...husband..." my wife hugged me, and we kissed a few more times. Suddenly, we heard our son, Xiaozhi, laughing.

My wife quickly pulled down her bra, put on her stockings and panties, and walked to the door while tidying her clothes. I put on my pants and saw my cousin leading my son into the house. My

cousin was obviously a shrewd man; he glanced at my wife and knew I had made my move. He winked at me and went into Xiaozhi's room with him.

I held my wife's hand, but she didn't go change her clothes. I said softly, and she gave me a fake angry look before going to change and take a shower. I told Xiaozhi to get ready for bed; he had school the next morning.

Seeing my wife come out of the shower and go into the bedroom to make the bed, I quickly went into the bathroom, closed the door, opened the washing machine lid, and found my wife's underwear and stockings.

Sure enough, they were under her clothes. I turned the underwear inside out, and there were traces of semen all over the area where her vulva was, including some that hadn't completely dried. I grabbed a paper bag, put my wife's stockings

and underwear in it, and left the bathroom to tell Xiaozhi to take a shower.

After my wife settled our son down to sleep, I told her to go to bed first, and I would go chat with my cousin. My wife was also very tired today, so she said goodbye to my cousin and went back to her bedroom. My cousin was sleeping in our son Xiaozhi's room.

When my cousin saw me come in with the paper bag, he smiled slightly, closed the door, and then took out $500. I was stunned. Wasn't this a bet? Did this mean I was selling my wife's underwear to my cousin for $500? I still gave the paper bag to my cousin.

Seeing my bewildered expression, he asked if my sex with my wife this time was particularly exciting. I admitted it was more exciting than usual, and I immediately understood the perverse pleasure I was getting from giving him my wife's underwear. My cousin patted me and said that many people abroad exchange nude photos or underwear of their wives online, simply to satisfy their own pleasure and excitement, imagining what others would do with their wives' belongings—it's indescribably stimulating.

I nodded in agreement. Then my cousin took out the underwear from the paper bag to admire it. "It's really fresh," he said with a smile. Of course, there were still some damp spots. I thought. My cousin put the underwear and stockings on the bed and went to change and take a shower. I went back to the bedroom; my wife and son were already asleep. I put away the US dollars and sat down at the computer, browsing aimlessly while recalling the feeling of having sex with my wife.

I heard my cousin leave the bathroom and enter the room, closing the door. I went out to check, my mind filled with questions about what he would do with my wife's underwear—masturbate? Or something else? I suddenly understood the kind of stimulation my cousin had described earlier. It must have been a stimulation of jealousy and possessiveness. After all, these were my wife's intimate items, and now another man was playing with them. I couldn't help but fantasize about how he would play with them. I breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, I dreamt of making love to my wife passionately, with many people watching. My wife was moaning lasciviously, and I was thrusting into her forcefully, until my son woke me up in the morning.

For the next few days, my cousin had to talk business and come home very late. Often, my wife and son were already asleep, and I would wait until he had showered and gone into the room before locking the doors and windows to sleep.

The crucial thing was that I also discovered that after my cousin showered, my wife's underwear and stockings that she had worn that day would disappear, only to reappear in the washing machine the next day. This stimulation made me unbearably aroused. My cousin was using my wife's underwear to vent his desires, while I couldn't find a chance to make love to my wife.

Finally, one night after my cousin returned to his room, I went to the bathroom and found a pair of stockings my wife had worn. I put them on my penis and masturbated to release my pent-up desire. While fantasizing about my wife's panties on my cousin's penis, I vigorously stroked it, and my semen finally ejaculated through the stockings.

Surprisingly, it felt even more stimulating than the last time I used the factory worker's stockings. Unconsciously, I became increasingly addicted to the stimulation my cousin felt from using my wife's panties, especially when fantasizing about it. I couldn't help but masturbate, and it only felt good with my wife's stockings. Sometimes I even wanted to see how my cousin used my wife's panties and stockings. If my cousin hadn't divorced, I could have enjoyed his wife's stockings and panties too, but alas.

Before the weekend, my cousin finally finished his business deal and prepared to go back. He said he wanted to treat us to a lavish abalone feast to thank us. I think my cousin should be thanking my wife's panties and stockings for keeping him company through so many nights.

I don't know if my uncle was really doing well in business, but he ordered a lot of dishes and two extremely expensive bottles of red wine, letting our whole family eat to our hearts' content. Although I often attend client banquets, I've only had the chance to drink this kind of wine once before. My wife doesn't drink much to begin with, but my uncle and I persuaded her to have four or five glasses, her face flushed. Even Xiao Zhi insisted on having a small glass.

After dinner, we went to a karaoke bar and got a private room. Fueled by the alcohol, my uncle, wife, and I sang until we were completely drunk, and we even finished the leftover bottle of red wine from dinner. Later, my uncle's face was so red it looked like he had bled, I was dizzy, my wife vomited once, and my son Xiao Zhi had already fallen asleep on the bed. I carried Xiao Zhi, and my uncle half-supported, half-carried my wife, as we took a taxi home. It was already past midnight. Once inside, I carried Xiaozhi into the small bedroom. As I turned around, my cousin had already helped his wife into the bedroom. I saw my cousin slowly unbuttoning his wife's coat and felt something was amiss. I was dizzy and didn't know what to say, so I sat down on the edge of the bed. My cousin looked at me and then took off his wife's shirt. His wife was completely unaware, revealing a black silk bra that clung tightly to her breasts, making them appear very round and full.

My cousin rummaged through his travel bag for a while and took out a digital camera to take pictures of my wife's sleeping posture. I was about to ask him about it when he told me to keep it to enjoy later. At my cousin's arrangement, I also took off my wife's skirt suit. Underneath, my wife was wearing ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings, the kind without a crotch, and on the outside, black silk panties that matched her bra. She was also wearing purple strappy high-heeled sandals.

My wife, wearing only underwear and stockings, lay flat on the bed, looking somewhat lewd. My cousin spread my wife's legs apart on the bed, exposing her vulva as much as possible, even though it was covered by her panties. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but my wife's vulva was probably very moist, and her panties were tightly embedded in her vulva, outlining its shape.

My cousin's groping hand had already reached my wife's breasts. "I didn't expect Xiaoying to still have such a good figure after giving birth, it's truly rare," he said with a smile, kneading my wife's breasts. He even asked if I was breastfeeding Xiaozhi.

I couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Uncle, aren't you going a bit too far? You've seen my wife completely, played with her panties, and now you want to touch her body? Even $5,000 wouldn't be enough!"

Although the scene before me was incredibly stimulating, and my lower body was clearly erect, I still couldn't accept that my wife was being played with by someone else.

My cousin smiled, took out his mobile phone, and pulled out a miniature CD. "Use your computer to take a look, that's where the real fun is," he said. He handed it to me.

It was the first time I'd ever seen such a small CD. I barely managed to put it in the drive, and when I opened it, there were nearly a hundred photos. My uncle was standing behind me. "These kinds of social gatherings are common abroad, at home or among friends," he said. My gaze was drawn to the screen. It turned out that the photo of my uncle and his ex-wife was just the first one. Next, there were several burly men, some black and some white, surrounding my uncle's ex-wife. Their large penises looked like vibrators.

Although I'd seen some group sex pictures, none were as close or realistic as this. Her tight cheongsam was quickly undone, hanging only around her waist. My uncle's ex-wife's large breasts were being held in someone's hands, almost invisible. There were three huge penises in front of her face, waiting for her to swallow them.

"Maybe you can't accept it yet, but once you try it, you'll be hooked, especially when you desperately want to insert your cock into your lover's cunt, but have to wait until someone else is done. That feeling is just fucking." My uncle's voice was like telling a story, and I felt somewhat immersed in it.

"My wife only went once and then couldn't get off this party anymore. Sometimes she goes alone, and I enjoy it too, but she's getting old, and her body can't handle it anymore," my uncle turned and sat on the edge of the bed. "We're divorced, and I still go occasionally, but this time when I saw Xiaoying, I had an extremely strong feeling. These past few days, I've been smelling her panties every night, just like when we were young."

I continued flipping through the photos one by one, the scene becoming increasingly chaotic. My uncle occasionally appeared to have his ex-wife perform oral sex, but the rest of the time he was probably taking pictures. I flipped to a photo of her squatting. A huge penis was inserted into a black man's cunt, almost stretching the opening open. He had a white penis in his mouth, and his hands were stroking two other huge penises. His cheongsam was nowhere to be seen, and his breasts were being squeezed by two different hands.

My penis was already out of control, and I felt a pleasure that was about to ejaculate. I turned around and saw that my uncle had taken off my wife's bra. He was holding one of her breasts in one hand and greedily licking

her nipple. My wife's breasts, which I usually only caressed, were being squeezed by someone else. Extreme jealousy stimulated me, giving me a perverse pleasure. "Use my camera so you can savor it later," my uncle handed me his digital camera. Then he took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of baggy shorts. I could see a bulge in the front of the shorts.

"Uncle, what if Xiaoying wakes up? It'll be troublesome. Let's just stop," I couldn't help but say. Although I was already drunk and intoxicated, I still knew what was important. My wife and I were usually fine. She was very proper at the company. If she suddenly woke up in this situation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As he spoke, my wife stirred slightly, turning her head to the side. She was still quite drunk and not fully sober, which made the old lecher nervous. He quickly reached into his travel bag and grabbed an eye mask, still containing an opaque blue liquid. "This is for airplanes; it's cooling and has a calming and hypnotic effect. Put it on her," he said. The old man certainly had a lot of new stuff.

I put the eye mask over my wife's eyes. "Tie her hands too," my uncle tossed me his tie. I felt like I was filming a sadomasochistic movie, with my wife as the lead. I wrapped the tie around the headboard railing a few times before tying both ends to my wife's hands. I didn't tie it too tightly, afraid it would hurt her, so she wouldn't notice unless she struggled.

Now, my wife lay on her side on the bed, her hands bound above her head, the eye mask on, her full breasts erect, wearing only stockings and panties, her legs spread apart. My lecherous uncle was straddling my wife's legs, rubbing her vulva through her panties. "It's wet now," he said, having lost all his composure and becoming a complete pervert. I saw that the fluid from my wife's vulva had soaked her panties.

I took a few close-up shots of her vulva and then a few more of my wife's wanton poses. My lower body was already aching, so I took off my clothes, leaving only my panties. For the first time, I felt an urge to make love to my wife. My uncle pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her vulva, which felt incredibly wet. He then inserted his fingers into my wife's vulva, gently stirring them. "Not bad, it's completely wet. You're getting aroused after watching porn," my uncle said with a lewd grin.

The stimulation in front of me, combined with the effects of the alcohol, pounded against my head. I masturbated, thinking of kicking that old pervert away and then making love to my lovely wife. My cousin withdrew his fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid, and several strands of vaginal fluid even stretched out from her vagina. "Not bad, smack smack," the old lecherous man licked the fluid off his fingers.

"I'm going to have it, cousin," I said, no longer in the mood to take pictures, eager to insert myself into my wife's warm, wet vagina. "Young man, can't wait any longer?" My cousin slowly pulled down my wife's panties, exposing her vagina completely through the crotch of her stockings.

"What a natural vagina, wonderful," my cousin said, gently pinching the labia of her vagina and pulling them apart to reveal the small opening in the middle, and below that, an even smaller opening, which I knew was the urethra. "You've been married for over ten years, and Xiaoying's vagina is still this color. Looks like you don't use it much," my cousin said, carefully admiring his wife's vagina. Perhaps because her vagina was being stimulated, my wife let out a soft moan.

"Just bear with it a little longer, let me enjoy this a bit more," my cousin had already taken the initiative, actually making me, the legitimate husband, wait. I took a few photos, then sat in front of the computer looking at a few more pictures, my penis throbbing unbearably. I watched as my cousin took off one of my wife's high-heeled sandals from her stockinged feet, gently smelled the scent of her stockinged feet, then stuck out his tongue and started licking from the toes of her stockinged feet, down her soles, ankles, and up her calves, until the stockings were completely wet.

The old lecher licked all the way to my wife's inner thighs, then used his hands to spread open her vulva, his tongue flying up and down inside, even probing into the small hole of my wife's vulva. Watching this scene, the jealous pleasure stimulated me to desperately miss the feeling of my wife's vulva enveloping my penis, and I deeply understood why there is a saying that wife-swapping can actually intensify the lust between husband and wife.

My cousin took off his shorts, revealing an erect penis that was unusually thick and powerful for his age, though a little short—perhaps that's why the woman ran away. But looking at the guys on the screen, their penises were practically twice the size of this old lecher's, and I couldn't help but feel a bit contemptuous.

"I'll go first. I've been wanting to taste this niece for a long time," my cousin said, slowly inserting his oily black penis into my wife's vagina. I cried out in protest, my wife being taken advantage of by this old lecher.

My cousin hoisted my wife's two stockinged legs onto his shoulders, knelt on the bed with his hands supporting him, and thrust forcefully into her vagina. I stood behind him, seeing for the first time another man's penis inside my wife's vagina, his scrotum, wrapped around two round testicles, slapping against her vagina with each thrust.

Unable to contain my sexual urges any longer, I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wife's breast with one hand, and began stroking my erect penis with the other. Perhaps due to the stimulation of her vagina, my wife moaned softly, her breasts swaying. I then pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open, and inserted my penis.

The head of my penis lightly brushed against her tongue, feeling incredibly pleasurable. Her breathing became labored, causing her to whimper softly. Afraid she would wake up, I pulled out my penis, drool escaping from the corner of her mouth. Fortunately, she only groaned a few times before I put my penis back in her mouth.

At this moment, my uncle began breathing heavily. "Xiaoying's vagina is really something, gripping me so tightly, much better than those European and American women," he said. Seeing that he had already thrust a hundred times, I became a little worried. "Uncle, don't ejaculate inside, that would be troublesome," I said. I didn't want another unwanted son.

"I...I've already had my tubal ligation done, don't worry," my uncle thrust hard twice, and my wife let out a soft "oh" in response, her body starting to writhe. Perhaps she felt it? "Honey, stop it, oh, my head hurts so much," my wife whispered. I didn't dare utter a sound, and my uncle was half-lying on top of my wife, barely daring to breathe.

It seemed my wife was truly hungover, completely unaware that her hands were tied and her eyes were blind; she must have fallen into a deep sleep. My uncle slowly withdrew his limp penis, the glans still bearing traces of semen and my wife's vaginal fluid.

My cousin and I switched places. Seeing the pale white semen flowing from my wife's vagina, I didn't care about anything else. I thrust my penis straight into the heart of her vagina. Her

vagina was extremely lubricated. The feeling of my wife's love juice mixed with my cousin's semen intensified my jealousy. I thrust my penis in and out hard, grabbing my wife's stockinged ankles to make her vagina open even wider.

Under my stimulation, my wife moaned repeatedly, but she didn't want to get up no matter how much I thrust. After being thrust into dozens of times, my wife begged me to be gentler, saying that I was hitting her so hard that her head hurt. I quickly slowed down the speed of my thrusting, and my wife gradually calmed down again.

My cousin untied the tie from my wife's hands. Seeing that she wasn't reacting again, he boldly copied me and shoved his semi-erect penis into her mouth. In a daze, my wife gently swallowed and released his penis, but after a few licks, she stopped moving.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If my wife were conscious, she would definitely feel two penises touching her. Fortunately, she was drunk. This continuous stimulation had brought me to my climax. I thrust a few more times, then quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina, spraying semen onto my wife's stockings and even onto her lower abdomen. By then,

I was already feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I saw my cousin still playing with my wife's breasts, but just looking at his limp penis, I knew he couldn't go on again. I wanted to help my wife put on her pajamas, but my cousin made me hold her, supporting her legs with my hands.

My wife leaned softly against me, her legs spread apart and resting on my arms. Semen and vaginal fluid flowed continuously from her vagina. My cousin took the opportunity to film this lewd scene. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I covered my wife's body with a blanket and fell asleep next to her.

When my wife woke me up, it was almost noon. Judging from her expression, she didn't know anything. Then she scolded me for letting Xiao Zhi sleep with my cousin. I laughed and said I really wanted to sleep with you. Before I could finish, she pinched my nose and said I took advantage of her while she was drunk.

My son came in to call me, and my wife quickly went out to greet my cousin, asking him to bring back more local specialties. I thought to myself, "I've already let him use you, what else do you want to bring back?"

My cousin laughed as soon as he saw me, asking if I had taken advantage of his drunkenness. My wife blushed and gave me a reproachful look. I thought to myself, "You're the one who took advantage of my drunkenness to grope my wife's breasts

!" I mumbled a few words of apology. Before leaving, my cousin gave me a new CD, seemingly made just last night. I remembered it contained photos of our lewd behavior from the previous night, so I quickly put it away, my heart pounding. After seeing my cousin off at the airport, I felt life had returned to normal, but my heart was far from at peace. The sudden stimulation had deeply stirred my pleasure. When I got home, I couldn't resist visiting several websites with group sex pictures, but compared to before, they felt utterly tasteless.

Late at night, after my son and wife had fallen asleep, I quietly took out the CD my cousin had given me. Inside was a cash check for $3,000. What was it for? I saw text on the CD; it was a letter my cousin had left for me.

My cousin wrote that he was happy to have had the experience with me, and that the money was for me to buy more sex toys and lingerie for my wife. He also said that real pleasure and more excitement come from swapping wives with other men. He wanted me to join such a club, hoping that next time I came back, I could enjoy my "cuckold wife" with him.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but regret letting that old pervert so easily with my wife. Did he tamper with her drink?

Anyway, I couldn't resist after seeing the photos of his ex-wife's promiscuity. Luckily, there were pictures of his ex-wife on the CD, so it was good to have some fun. Besides, his suggestion of wife-swapping did tempt me; everyone wants to try other men's wives.

But my wife isn't the kind of woman who's promiscuous, or to put it professionally, I don't have the method to cultivate her promiscuous nature.

Afterwards, a few times before having sex with my wife, I showed her pictures of group sex, and she immediately refused to look, and wouldn't let me look either, saying she was afraid I'd corrupt our son, and even complained that I was perverted and wanted my wife to be with other men. She wouldn't even have sex anymore.

I had no choice but to turn my attention online. Although rumors of wife-swapping clubs had already surfaced in China, there were very few related websites, and some were even shut down within days. I could only occasionally look at the pictures on that DVD to get a feel for it.

The only good thing was that I made a few friends online, and we often chatted about our experiences having sex with our wives. One of them told me about a club in a neighboring city, but it was very secretive, and few people knew about it. He had chatted with the manager online, so I quickly got his number, sent a few messages, and finally got a reply, arranging a time to chat online.

Through chatting with the manager, I learned that because the neighboring city was quite large, there were several wife-swapping clubs, but this one was strictly managed, and it was mostly middle to high-level white-collar workers. There were probably seven or eight couples participating. I figured my wife couldn't possibly participate given the current situation, so I asked single people. Apparently, one of them saw that I was in a good position and seemed very sincere, and asked me to meet him at a bar to discuss things in detail.

The main reason I wanted to join the wife-swapping club was to understand how husbands get their wives hooked on swapping, to learn from their experience. If my wife could play with me once or twice and I could experience that thrill, I'd be satisfied. After all, she's my wife; I wouldn't want her to be taken by others. Besides, as a single person, I could frequently play with other people's wives—that was the real temptation.

I arrived at the bar on time and saw three men sitting at the back. One of them, dressed like the club manager I'd arranged to meet, quickly went over.

"Yang Da! It's you. It really is you!" I was startled. Was that my college nickname? Looking closer, I recognized him as my college classmate and best friend, Yang Feng, who shared the same name. Because he was a few days younger than me, we called him Yang Er.

I hadn't expected Yang Er to be the founder of this club. Seeing this, the manager and the other man left me alone with Yang Er. I felt a little embarrassed because it was a classmate.

"What's up? Want to come and play with your wife too? She's not like that kind of person, too proper," Yang Er said, taking a sip of beer.

"It's a bit better when I'm with someone, but it definitely won't work with others, that's why I'm asking single people." I figured there was a chance, after all, he's my best friend.

"Come on, you're probably out having fun behind your wife's back, this kind is even safer." Yang Er didn't give me any face at all.

"Even if that's true, you don't have to be so obvious, if it doesn't work out, forget it." I simply got up and left

. "You're getting impatient, alright, others need to think about it, but you've already approved." Yang Er patted my shoulder casually, "Let's go to my place, we'll talk in detail." After saying that, he pulled me up to pay the bill.

In the car, I learned that after graduating, he went abroad and came into contact with similar parties, and after returning to China, he secretly started this club.

"My big boss often brings his secretary to parties, he loves watching his secretary get fucked." Yang Er changed the subject.

"Isn't she his wife?" I asked.

"His wife? I guess she wouldn't allow it, she's already sixty." Yang Er laughed, and I nodded.

"But the advantage of having the boss participate is that the company covers most of the expenses and still makes a profit." Yang Er drove the car onto the highway.

"Are you single too? You're making money while having fun, not bad at all." I was very envious.

"Who said that? My boss slept with my girl at the first party, and now she's my wife." Yang Er glanced at me.

"Isn't that frustrating?" I already knew his boss must be an old guy.

"That's a kind of stimulation, a self-torture stimulation. Besides, my secretary isn't bad either, definitely big breasts and a perky butt, and her oral skills are top-notch, trained by the boss."

Our car entered a residential area.

Yang Feng's home was located between the two cities, in a newly built community, quiet and with a nice environment. I went up to the third floor with him and followed him into his home.

"My wife isn't back yet, make yourself at home, I'll get a can of beer." Yang Er told me to sit in the living room first. The living room was huge, more than 30 square meters, and carpeted all over.

"We usually hold parties here." Yang Er said loudly from the kitchen.

"Here, take a look at the information." Yang Er tossed me a can of beer, opened a laptop, and pulled up the club's information: photos of couples, the men in suits, the women mostly naked or wearing only stockings, followed by the couples' profiles, including height, weight, preferences, etc.

"These are our boss's secretaries; they only come when our boss is here. We'll let you try next time."

Yang Er pointed to a photo of a lone woman in fishnet stockings and high heels, her hands cupping her breasts—she looked utterly lewd, making my lower body throb.

"That's my wife, not bad, right?" Yang Er pointed to the screen.

I was stunned when I saw it. The woman in the photo was squatting on a bed, her hair tied back, her breasts high and firm, no underwear under her pantyhose, her legs spread wide, her vulva vaguely visible through the stockings—a seductive and alluring sight. It was Ye Min, my secretary!

Yang Er noticed my expression. "What…you know her? Don't tell me you've already slept with her?" Yang Er asked with a lewd grin.

"Don't talk nonsense, she's…she's my secretary, and she's actually your wife." I knew Ye Min was only 25 years old, yet she was already married to Yang Feng and a member of the club.

"We met at a bar. She's pretty wild. That night, my buddy and I slept with her, and then she started dating me. She's completely devoted to me. When we asked her to accompany our boss, she did it without hesitation, so I just married her," Yang Er said casually.

"Even if you say you only slept with her once, it's fine. She's just a woman." Yang Er's attitude made me a little uneasy. I thought I wouldn't let someone else play with my wife, but I could let someone else play with her.

"There are only three single members now. You're the fourth, and probably the last one. You need to bring photos of you and your wife. She has to be naked," Yang Er said, looking at me.

"Isn't she single? Why do I need my wife's?" I asked.

"The single members are all married, just like you. Their wives don't want to come, so they signed up themselves, but they have to submit all the information. You can cover her face." Yang Er pulled up the file.

When I looked at the photos, her face was indeed covered, and her body was naked. However, they were probably all taken secretly, while she was changing clothes, after sleeping, etc. She didn't look older than forty.

"For safety reasons, you have to pay. I can't help it, otherwise the other members wouldn't let you participate." Yang Er patted my shoulder. I said it was no problem. Anyway, my wife had already been with my cousin, so a nude photo wouldn't be a big deal, especially since her face was covered.

"Then I'll have a chance to see your wife's body. I remember she wasn't very attractive when you got married." Yang Er questioned my wife's looks.

Now that things were going well, I couldn't lose face, so I quickly praised my wife. I told Yang Er to ask his wife.

The door opened, and Yang Feng's wife, Ye Min, returned. She took off her high heels, threw her bag aside, and then saw me.

"Manager, you?" Ye Min obviously didn't know what to do. "What are you? This is my older brother, my best friend from college. You're going to be with him tonight." Yang Er pretended not to know our relationship.

Ye Min's face immediately turned red. I knew she was usually quite lively and playful at the company, but I had never heard of her having a relationship with any male colleague. She was also very polite to me. Now, she actually...

"Stop fooling around, Yang Er. I should probably go back now." I quickly eased the awkward atmosphere, glancing sideways at Ye Min. She was wearing a leopard-print mini-skirt with dark flesh-colored stockings and a cropped top with cleavage faintly visible. It would be quite a treat to touch her stockinged feet.

"Don't run away, are you sorry? You said you wanted to join the club? Ha..." Yang Er sat smugly on the xx.

"Manager, you?" Ye Min repeated, but this time she was referring to my joining the club.

"No wonder. Manager Lin is probably the most proper woman in the company. We don't dare to joke with her." Ye Min suddenly relaxed, perhaps because she knew my private matters, and laughed.

"It's not that exaggerated," I relaxed a bit, "Besides, the secretary is a little slut. I didn't even know." I retorted.

"Honey, he said something about me, oh..." Ye Min clung to Yang Er, acting coquettishly.

"You're a little slut anyway, Yang Da, don't leave. Sleep here tonight, let's have some fun together." This guy actually pushed his wife over.

"Manager, don't bully your little secretary." Ye Min already had a lewd look on her face, and she pinched my penis hard, which immediately aroused a reaction.

"Go take a shower first, and change into your work clothes. Your manager likes this." Yang Er was even more indulgent.

Watching Ye Min walk into the bedroom, Yang Er leaned in, "How is it? Yang Da, brothers taste the slut's wife, tell me if it's good or not, train your wife well."

I envied Yang Er's generosity, but did I also want my wife to become such a slut? I felt a little different. I wanted her to be lewd in front of me, to go a little too far for me, but not to be shared with everyone. I still had to be selfish.

Yang Er continued to chat with me, but my mind flew to Ye Min in the bedroom. Her lewdness really made me itchy and my lower body was throbbing.

"Manager, what are you and my husband talking about?" Ye Min came out of the bedroom, dressed in a semi-transparent shirt, a black skirt, and the light gray sheer stockings I love to see. She wore dark red open-toe high heels.

Although it looked like her usual work attire at first glance, her breasts swayed slightly under the semi-transparent shirt, and her red nipples were faintly visible. Ye Min slowly walked up to me and slowly pulled up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and there was a thin layer of black pubic hair under her stockings, with even a slight protrusion of her vulva.

She lifted her leg and stepped between my legs, her toes pressing against my penis and gently rubbing it. I felt a jolt of electricity, and my penis became erect. Yang Er next to me had already taken off his clothes, leaving only a tight pair of underwear covering his bulging penis. Ye Min knelt in front of me and gently unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper. My penis couldn't help but jump out on its own.

"Manager, yours is quite large!" Ye Min pinched my glans with two fingers and stroked it up and down. She stood up and pressed herself close to Yang Er's chest, our tongues intertwining. Yang Er's large hand grasped one of her breasts and kneaded it wantonly.

Ye Min sat between Yang Er and me, still engaged in a tongue battle with him. I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing white bra pads underneath her breasts, making them appear fuller and firmer, and allowing me to play with them without feeling any obstruction.

Yang Er lifted her black skirt to her waist, and I lifted one of Ye Min's legs onto her vulva, spreading her legs wide apart. Her vulva was slightly open, and her stockings were already damp with vaginal fluid.

I gently stroked her vulva with my fingers, feeling its extremely warm, moist, and soft texture. Her labia immediately parted, revealing a small hole that seemed to be dripping with vaginal fluid. Ye Min then moaned softly, twisting her waist, her vulva rubbing against my fingers.

I glanced at her toes peeking out from behind her high heels, finding her stockinged feet even more alluring. I took off her heels and gently inhaled the scent of her stockinged feet. The subtle fragrance was irresistible. I licked her stockinged feet, especially the soles, where my tongue swirled gently.

"Ah...it tickles..." Ye Min's stockinged feet recoiled, but I held her ankles tightly. Yang Er pressed her legs down, allowing me to continue enjoying myself, causing Ye Min to moan incessantly.

I pressed my penis against her stockinged feet, rubbing it back and forth, feeling the pleasure the stockings brought to my glans.

Yang Er helped Ye Min up; it seemed we were about to get down to business.

I stood up and took off all my pants, leaving only my shirt on. Yang Er stood in front of the xx, holding Ye Min's head. I sat down next to Ye Min and saw her hugging Yang Er's buttocks, gently licking his penis through his underwear with her tongue.

I casually pinched Ye Min's nipple, feeling the softness and firmness of her breasts. Ye Min quickly freed one hand and found my penis, stroking it up and down.

Yang Er felt it was about time, took off his underwear, and raised one leg, stepping on the xx just like Ye Min had done. Ye Min quickly leaned down and started licking from the scrotum, slowly moving upwards. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if my wife could do this.

Ye Min put one of Yang Er's testicles into her mouth, gently rolled her tongue around it, then spat it out and replaced it with another. She repeated this process, and Yang Er clearly enjoyed it, which made me very envious.

"Alright, go serve my brother," Yang Er nudged Ye Min, who immediately bent down and took my penis in her mouth. I instantly felt her submissiveness to Yang Er, and I couldn't help but press her head down. She obediently licked down my penis, letting me enjoy the sensation Yang Er had given me earlier. Her wet tongue teased my testicles, sending waves of tingling sensations through me.

Suddenly, Ye Min began to moan softly with my penis in her mouth. It turned out that Yang Er was using his toes to stimulate her clitoris, causing her to writhe. Yang Er then pressed harder against her clitoris, as if trying to shove his entire foot inside.

"Ah, husband," Ye Min cried out as she released my penis, reaching down to hold Yang Er's foot, panting heavily. "It's already incredibly slippery, isn't it?" Yang Er's foot was already covered in her vaginal fluid.

"Yes, husband, hurry up and insert it into my cunt, please," Ye Min pleaded, rubbing her breasts against Yang Er's thighs with a wanton expression.

"Kneel on the xx, stick your ass up," Yang Er had barely finished speaking when Ye Min was already kneeling on the xx with her back to us, her hands on the back of the xx, sticking her ass up and swaying it towards us. Yang Er held her ass, pressed his hand on her cunt and pulled hard. Ye Min cried out as her stockings were torn open, revealing her cunt and anus. Yang Er's middle finger probed into her cunt, stirring it until Ye Min moaned incessantly.

"Yang Da, where do you like to use? Want to try here?" Yang Er pointed to Ye Min's anus.

I saw that Ye Min's anus was slightly open, it seemed she was already very skilled at anal sex. I was a complete novice, so let's go the proper way. I also took off my clothes and walked behind Ye Min, my penis protruding forward, and Ye Min guided it into her cunt with her hand.

"Ah, Manager, no!" Ye Min cried out lewdly. Stimulated, I immediately began thrusting, gripping Ye Min's buttocks and slamming forward forcefully.

Ye Min's vagina was soft and wet, producing more lustful fluid than my wife's, but not as intensely as when my wife's vagina tightly gripped my penis. I thrust dozens of times without feeling any increase in stimulation, only being driven mad by Ye Min's lewd cries.

Yang Er sat on the back of the xx, making sure Ye Min could take his penis into her mouth. Using the force of my thrusts, I deeply inserted it into Ye Min's mouth, even telling her to swallow it even deeper.

I stirred my penis back and forth in Ye Min's vagina, while Yang Er held her head down, his penis filling her mouth so that she could barely make a sound. She only cried out after Yang Er pulled out his penis, coughing violently. It pained me to see her like that.

Yang Er's penis was covered in thick saliva. He then had Ye Min slowly lick it clean, as well as the base of her thighs.

I was already exhausted from thrusting, so I pulled out. Yang Er had me lie on the bed and had Ye Min straddle me. She used her vagina to encircle my penis and slowly sat down, twisting her hips up and down.

Although I felt the stimulation gradually intensifying, Ye Min was already struggling to hold on; her eyes were unfocused, and her hands were on my chest. At this moment, Yang Er held her buttocks and inserted his penis into her anus. My penis immediately felt pressure, and the stimulation became even more intense. Ye Min lay on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest, weakly moaning, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me."

Yang Er thrust his penis forcefully, and I responded with the thrusts, in and out. Under the double stimulation, Ye Min became increasingly wanton, desperately kissing my mouth and face, "Manager husband, harder, my pussy feels so good," she cried. I listened and thrust as deeply as I could.

Yang Er and I continued to pound against Ye Min's pussy, and I felt the friction between my penis and Yang Er's, nearing my limit.

Suddenly, I felt Ye Min's pussy contract tightly, and her juices gushed out. She had reached her climax. She bit my shoulder, and the pain caused my penis to throb, and I ejaculated, feeling a surge of semen. It took nearly ten thrusts for it to soften,

probably because her anus was quite tight. Yang Er was also struggling to hold on, thrusting forcefully. Ye Min collapsed on top of me, moaning with Yang Er's movements, already lost in ecstasy.

Yang Er was also exhausted, thrusting deeply a few more times, letting out a muffled groan, probably ejaculating. After a while, I pulled my penis out of Ye Min's anus.

I got up and had Ye Min lie face down on my genitals, spreading her legs. I saw the semen flowing from her anus mixed with the semen I had ejaculated into her vagina, flowing down in an extremely lewd way, which gave me that kind of pleasure again.

Although I really wanted to try Ye Min's anus, Yang Er and I were both exhausted, so we had to give up.

So the three of them got onto the big bed together, sandwiching Ye Min in the middle, fondling her breasts and plump buttocks.

"How interesting, I'm actually being fucked by two husbands at the same time, two Yang Fengs, I didn't expect you two to be classmates," Ye Min said coquettishly.

"Hmph, it's not surprising that people have the same name, but if you had told me earlier, I would have met Yang Da sooner," Yang Er lit a cigarette.

"How many days do you sleep at home? You're either going out by yourself or making me go to the club, hmph, how could I remember that long?" Ye Min glanced at Yang Er, which attracted a vicious attack. Listening to the lewd sounds, I soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I simply called the company to ask for leave. My wife thought I was going to discuss business and didn't care. Ye Min only needed my approval to ask for leave.

I had to rush to buy the equipment for taking secret photos. The lewdness of the night made me eager to join the club. As for the photos of my wife being fucked by my cousin, I decided to keep them to avoid future trouble.

With my cousin's money, buying some high-tech gadgets was no problem. I specifically bought an infrared wireless camera that could also hear sounds, though I wanted to keep it as quiet as possible. I also bought some disguise tools.

When I got home, my wife and son weren't back yet, perfect for my plan. My location was the bathroom, where my wife was changing and showering. I was sure I could capture her naked.

I set up the power and disguised myself. Luckily, my wife doesn't care about electronic products and didn't think much of it. She certainly wouldn't suspect that her husband was secretly filming her.

After adjusting the lens, I could basically see the entire bathroom, and I could also adjust the zoom. The image was very clear. I wondered if my wife would shower tonight. I was actually spying on my own wife. I still had some time, so I decided to go and get some rest.

I woke up in the evening. My wife woke me up; she had already prepared dinner. Xiao Zhi hadn't come back yet; my wife said he went to play soccer and would be staying at a classmate's house that night. That was fine; I could secretly take pictures without worry.

My wife and I chatted about company personnel for a while while eating. I had something on my mind, so I finished quickly. My wife ate dinner by herself and then went to clean up. I followed behind, trying to get intimate

with her that evening. Usually, my wife would take a shower before we made love, which gave me the opportunity to secretly take pictures. After teasing her for a while, she told me that she had started her period. I was very disappointed.

While my wife was watching TV, I went to my son's room to go online. Just as I was about to look at some porn, I received a call from Yang Er, asking if I had gotten my wife's nude photos yet. He also said that he had seen recent photos of my wife from Ye Min and insisted on seeing her nude photos as well. Besides, if I didn't do well, I'd miss next week's couples' gathering.

I'd just had my fill of being with a married woman and was still feeling excited. The thought of attending another couples' gathering was irresistible. But my wife was menstruating, so I could only give her a quick wipe; I couldn't force her to take a bath.

On a whim, I asked Yang Er if he had a digital camera. Yang Er laughed and immediately understood what I meant, saying no problem and that he'd definitely invite me to next week's gathering.

I told him to give the camera to Ye Min so she could bring it to me tomorrow. He agreed and hung up. I went offline and prepared to sleep,

but perhaps because I'd slept too much, I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. I stared, replaying the exciting events of last night in my mind. That little slut Ye Min had been around me for so long and hadn't even noticed! What a disappointment!

My mind raced, and my lower body reacted. My wife, woken by my turning over, reached back and touched my erect penis, startled. She asked if I was having trouble holding back, and I told her I was fine and told her to go back to sleep.

She lay there for a while, then got up and straddled my lap. Rarely, she took my penis into her mouth and, seeing how hard I was trying to hold back and unable to have sex, started giving me oral sex.

After a few strokes, she spat it out, saying it tasted too strong. After last night's intense encounter, I'd forgotten to shower—no wonder! My wife reluctantly put her mouth on my penis again.

I felt her breasts pressing against my lap, very soft, but her oral sex skills weren't as good as Ye Min's. She didn't know how to care for me properly, only licking my glans.

I held her head down, trying to get her to lick my scrotum, but instead, she held my penis and didn't move, swallowing it completely. I quickly raised my hand, and my wife coughed repeatedly as she spat out my penis, muttering complaints. I apologized with a forced smile.

Without stimulation and without penetration, and with my wife's immature technique, even after more than ten minutes, I still didn't feel like ejaculating. My wife was exhausted, her face resting on her hands, still trying.

I pulled her up, stopping her from continuing. My wife asked if I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to say I couldn't possibly suggest trying from behind, so I comforted her, saying I was tired too, and told her to sleep. I finally fell asleep, still burning with desire.

When I woke up in the morning, my back ached, and I felt terrible. My wife had already gone to work. Although we work at the same company, we've rarely gone to the office together over the years, but it's become quite natural.

After eating the breakfast my wife left for me, I leisurely went to the office, called my subordinates in for a pep talk, and then sent them all out to contact clients, emphasizing that maintaining good relationships is essential for more collaborations.

Watching Ye Min standing in front of her desk organizing documents, she was still wearing a pink outer shirt, with a gray crew neck t-shirt underneath, though it was hard to tell, a black denim skirt, dark flesh-colored stockings, and high heels. What would have been quite ordinary in the past now seemed a little lewd.

I rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself down.

"Manager, your files," Ye Min suddenly appeared beside me, handing me a camera with a mischievous grin.

I didn't say anything, just put the camera in the drawer. "Manager, you're going to secretly take pictures of Sister Lin? How naughty!" I looked at Ye Min in shock. Luckily, there were only one or two people left in the office, and her voice wasn't loud.

"Are you crazy? What are you saying? This is the company," I said, getting angry and my voice becoming stern. Ye Min pouted, her back to me, her hands on my desk, head down, clearly not expecting my change in attitude.

Suddenly, my heart softened, and I slapped her bottom. "Next time, if you don't pay attention, I'll spank you," I immediately became gentle. "Hmph, you take advantage of someone and then act tough, you bad man," she said. Just as she turned to leave,

I was about to slap her bottom again, but as she moved, my hand slipped inside her skirt. No underwear? Even through the stockings, my hand could already feel the smoothness of her buttocks and the cleft between them.

Ye Min's face immediately turned red. She still had her back to me, but quickly turned around and stood there, afraid that people outside would notice something strange. However, she didn't stop my hand. I couldn't help but

feel a surge of excitement. Wouldn't this mean endless good fortune from now on? How wonderful! My hand slid between Ye Min's legs along the cleft, touching her soft vulva. Even through the stockings, I could feel the heat. I gently moved my fingers, scraping the outside of her vulva, watching Ye Min's face turn red.

"Why aren't you wearing underwear, you little slut?" I asked Ye Min with great pleasure, my hand still moving around.

"It's all Yang Er's fault. He messed with me this morning, making me forget to wear underwear. Now I'm being bullied by the manager," Ye Min closed her eyes, enjoying my stimulation, her waist swaying gently.

I thought to myself that Yang Er must have sent her to seduce me. This guy was only doing it for my wife. Anyway, it was just showing him nude photos. I had real assets in my hands, so it wasn't a loss.

Ye Min sat directly on me, her buttocks pressing against my penis, immediately arousing my reaction. I glanced at the office; everyone had left. No wonder this little slut had become so bold.

"Ugh, you start bullying me as soon as you arrive. You used to be so proper," Ye Min turned and pressed her hand against my penis.

"I've wanted to have sex with you for a while, but I didn't expect you to be married and not want me to bully you, huh?" I pinched her cheek.

"How could I dare? I'm begging you to bully me," Ye Min slid to the ground and knelt in front of me, unbuttoning my pants. I wanted to stop her, but I also found it incredibly exciting, a little confused. Ye Min had already taken out my erect penis, opened her small mouth and took it in, licking it up and down. I was instantly aroused, my eyes constantly glancing at the office door. Luckily, there was a table blocking her way. If it got too much, I would have made her crawl under the desk. Her

tongue traveled down my penis, then up my scrotum, back and forth. It was a pity I couldn't let Ye Min properly teach my wife a lesson, otherwise I would have felt too good. But I also had a vague feeling that it was unlikely.

Ye Min was biting my scrotum and fiddling with my testicles, sending waves of tingling, numbing stimulation through me. I let out a long breath and slid my hand inside her collar. This woman wasn't even wearing a bra! I grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple.

She moved closer to me and started licking my glans. I told her to take it deeper, and she lowered her head, swallowing my entire penis little by little until I felt the glans almost inside her esophagus.

With a soft "Ah!", Ye Min spat out my penis. The friction in her throat felt like a vaginal opening. No wonder she did deep blowjobs; it was very stimulating. "Manager, was it good?" Ye Min's lips were still glistening with saliva.

"I wish I could shove it into your little ass right now and make you scream," I said viciously, pinching her breast again. She took my penis in her mouth again,

probably worried about someone coming, but also feeling incredibly aroused. Under the teasing of Ye Min's tongue, I felt a surge of heat. She pinched the base of my penis and stroked it a few times before I ejaculated in her mouth.

I felt her tongue licking around the head of my penis until the last bit of semen was squeezed out, then she spat out the clean glans. I saw her puff out her cheeks. "Swallow it," I said.

Ye Min just raised her head to swallow, "No, spit it out," I pinched her chin. Ye Min gave me a reproachful look and spat the semen in her mouth onto her palm. There was so much, I hadn't expected it. " You're so

annoying, you're torturing me," Ye Min said, but I felt a great sense of control and couldn't help wanting her to lick it in again. Fortunately, I held back.

"I wiped it off," Ye Min glanced at me. Even how to dispose of the semen was something she had to obey me. It felt so good.

"No, keep it. Show it to Yang Er tonight," I said with a wicked grin.

"Alright, I'll let Sister Lin admire it first, her husband's treasure," Ye Min stood up, straightening her clothes with one hand. I quickly urged her to go to the restroom, secretly thinking about when I could have another go with Yang Er and Ye Min.

At noon, I asked my wife to have lunch, but she said she was too busy with work. Ye Min had already gone out with a group of secretaries, so I had to eat out by myself. I also met with the boss of a partner company to discuss details, and didn't return to the company until the afternoon.

I had just come out of the men's restroom when I bumped into Ye Min. My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled her into the restroom when no one was around.

"Ugh, Manager, what are you doing? Someone will see us," the little slut glanced at me with a smile. She didn't dare to be too brazen in a public place.

Seeing that no one was around, I pulled her into the innermost stall, casually hung a "Under Repair" sign on the door, locked the door from the inside, and then hugged Ye Min tightly.

I embraced Ye Min and kissed her passionately. She didn't understand at first, but then she responded wildly. Our tongues intertwined, and my hands squeezed her breasts hard.

"You just finished with me this morning, and you want it again this afternoon? Have you been holding back for too long?" Ye Min cooperated with my movements, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Just seeing you makes me horny. Haven't you ever been fucked in the bathroom before, you little slut!" I thought since Yang Er didn't care about his wife, I might as well have my fill and try out her ass.

"Who told you to be my boss? I knew you'd get me, but you were so prim and proper until you found out she was your friend's wife, then you went all out." Ye Min was pressed against the wall by me, her top and bra already pulled up, and I carefully played with her breasts.

I unbuckled my belt, and Ye Min obediently squatted down to take out my penis and started sucking it. I held her head and moved my hips back and forth, feeling my penis being moved back and forth by her nimble tongue, it felt indescribably good. Ye Min

pulled my pants down a little more, taking care of my scrotum as well. Thinking that I could enjoy this kind of service every day, I felt great pleasure and envied Yang Er's good fortune.

Afraid of taking too long, I pulled Ye Min up, made her straddle the toilet with her legs spread, and pulled her denim skirt up to her waist. I grabbed her breast with one hand and roughly pinched her vulva through her stockings with the other, stimulating her.

"Oh, it feels so good. Be gentle, it hurts so much, you're so barbaric. Do you do this to Sister Lin too?" Ye Min couldn't take it anymore, moaning and complaining.

"My wife isn't as lewd as you. You have to use lewd methods on lewd people!" I pinched her buttocks again, and was about to grab the stockings and rip them.

Ye Min quickly dodged: "No, it'll be easy for people to find out if it's torn. I'm not wearing underwear." She twisted her buttocks provocatively.

"Who told you to listen to Yang Er so much, coming to the company without underwear? I'll tear your stockings, see where you dare go with your juices dripping!" I pulled her stockings down to her buttocks, gently teasing the outside of her vulva with my fingers, then probed inside.

Her vulva was already overflowing with juices. I stirred it with my fingers, pinching and teasing Ye Min's nipples at the same time. Ye Min leaned against the wall, moaning softly, afraid to make a sound.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I aimed my penis at her vulva and inserted it, slowly thrusting in and out. Perhaps because I was standing, her vulva felt tighter than that night, and there was more juices.

I sped up, thrusting my penis into her vulva, feeling the glans hitting her cervix with each stroke, an unexpected pleasure. Ye Min gradually bent over, one leg kneeling on the toilet.

I felt it was about time, pulled out my penis and pressed it against Ye Min's anus. It felt soft, and with the lubrication of her juices, it was easy to insert the glans.

"Oh, slow down, you've used up all my body in just a few days, you're really in a hurry!" Ye Min leaned forward, trying to relax her buttock muscles.

"Are you using so much force on Sister Lin's butt too? Oh, it hurts!" Ye Min cried out as I thrust into her without knowing how, gently rubbing her buttocks with her hands and looking back at me.

I shook my head and thrust in, my penis finally entering Ye Min's anus. It felt much tighter than her vagina, with her body tightly wrapped around my penis.

"So you can't bear to use your own wife's, so you bully your secretary, how biased, oh, oh!" I started moving before Ye Min could finish her angry words, I didn't expect anal sex to be so stimulating.

I could feel the stimulation of my glans getting stronger and stronger, and I couldn't help but rest a little to avoid ejaculating. Ye Min was aroused by me and actively moved her buttocks, stroking my penis. Although the stimulation was less than when I thrust myself, it was still incredibly comfortable.

Suddenly, I heard the door open and someone came in. Ye Min didn't dare to move too much, just leaned against me, and I felt my penis completely inside her.

"Damn it, we still have to go through the meeting. Just hearing that fat guy's voice makes me angry!" The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. However, I was certain it was someone from the vice president's office. The general manager had been abroad for a year, so the current vice president was in charge. The vice president was a bit overweight and was known behind his back as Fatty Hu, Hu being his surname.

"Forget it, that guy just likes to show off in meetings. I'll just ignore him. By the way, the other day I saw that fat guy touching Zheng Ting's butt for a long time." I recognized the voice as Li Tai, the HR manager, and Zheng Ting was his secretary.

"You're too late. That little girl was already taken advantage of by Fatty Hu before she even went to your place. They're still entangled now!" Both of them had pulled up their pants but didn't leave.

Then they heard the sound of cigarettes being lit. "I think the department that Fatty Hu likes the most is the finance department. Is Xu Qiang a relative of Fatty Hu? He's already got power as soon as he arrived," Li Tai said.

"I think it's because of Deputy Director Lin Ying. Fatty Hu never dares to mess with her. Speaking of which, that woman has a really good figure. I heard she already has a son, but she maintains her figure so well. She's very feminine." He actually commented on my wife! Damn it!

Ye Min secretly chuckled. I pushed her hard, my hand sliding to the outside of her vulva, teasing the protrusion. Ye Min pressed my hand down with her hand, and her legs tightened.

"Lin Ying has a great figure, but she's too proper. If you joke with her, she won't even acknowledge you. I bet no one has ever touched her body except her husband, Yang Feng. I really want to get her into bed and have a couple of rounds." Li Ye and the other man chuckled lewdly, then I heard the sound of a door opening and someone leaving.

I secretly thought that one day I'd get my hands on Li Ye for talking bad about my wife; I'd ruin him.

"Ha, maybe one day Sister Lin will be taken into the bathroom too, oh!" I thought bitterly, thrusting my penis hard. Ye Min was immediately rendered speechless by my penetration.

My wife is so proper at work; it's hard to get her to go out and swap wives. If she were as promiscuous as Ye Min, she wouldn't need to go out and mess around. I couldn't help but think of my cousin on top of my wife, and I couldn't resist thrusting hard a few times, my hands becoming rougher.

Ye Min's vagina felt hot, and her juices overflowed, covering my hands. I thought she had lost control of her bladder, but seeing her softly leaning against me, I knew she had orgasmed.

After a dozen or so thrusts, my glans felt a tingling sensation, and my semen sprayed into Ye Min's anus. The amount seemed less than in the morning, and a yellowish-white liquid clung to my penis. Ye Min sat on the toilet, used toilet paper to clean my penis, then put it in her mouth and gently sucked on it. I couldn't help but feel another surge of excitement, and the remaining semen flowed out.

I checked that no one was outside, let Ye Min run into the women's restroom next door to tidy her clothes, and pretended nothing had happened. I went back to my office, grabbed my camera, and went home. I spent

the entire night racking my brains for a way to make my move, but I couldn't succeed until just before bed. I couldn't just watch my wife change clothes and take pictures, could I? It seemed I

had no choice but to wait until she fell asleep. My wife was probably quite busy with work; we were intimate for a little while before she fell asleep. I waited for her to fall into a deep sleep. This time was different from last time; my wife hadn't been drinking. If I were accidentally discovered, I didn't want to think about it. But thinking about Ye Min and all the benefits of joining the club, I decided to take the risk.

Listening to my wife's even breathing, I quietly turned on the bedside lamp, adjusting the light to a fairly bright level. My wife probably sensed it, raising her arm to shield her eyes, but she didn't wake up.

I waited a while before daring to take out my camera, looking at my wife, and gently snapping a picture. The flash startled me, but I was relieved to see that my wife didn't react.

My wife was only wearing a white silk nightgown, and I could vaguely see her nipples erect; she was probably not wearing a bra. She lay flat on the bed, one hand raised to cover her face, her curves fully exposed.

I mustered my courage and gently lifted the nightgown past her waist, revealing black lace panties, a style I quite liked.

The nightgown fell to her chest, revealing my wife's breasts, full and firm. I didn't dare wait any longer and immediately took two pictures, then changed the angle and took a few more.

Next, I slightly parted my wife's legs, and I could see her pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her panties. I took a close-up; that should be enough.

I didn't expect it to be done so quickly. I carefully checked the photos, deleted a few, and kept five. I'll give them to Yang Er in person tomorrow. I don't trust Ye Min; who knows what that little slut might do?

I dressed my wife before going to bed again, secretly thinking about how soon I'd be able to join the club and attend the couple's gathering next week. I was incredibly excited. Tomorrow I must ask Yang Er about the couple's information.

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