Yu Shan, the adulterous wife

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These contents are true stories that happened to my wife, so I have changed my wife's real
English name to share with everyone. Because I am not always
present, I can only write some details based on my imagination.

We are still together, and I will not blame my wife. On the contrary, it is because of her sacrifices that I have achieved my small career success today
(to be written later).

Yu Shan, my wife (01)

Yu Shan is my wife. We are the same age, 32 years old. We have been married for more than three years and do not have children yet.
On the one hand there is the economic pressure, and on the other hand, she said she did not want to stay at home and be a haggard housewife.

We met through a friend's introduction. At that time, she had just returned to Taiwan from the United States to settle down.
The first time I saw her, I was deeply attracted by her beautiful face and figure.

She has an oval face, straight brown hair that is slightly past her shoulders, and a pair of captivating
eyes , and full, luscious lips under her slightly upturned nose. Her figure was, of course, impeccable: a full, firm 34D
bust, a 26-inch waist, and a 35-inch bottom, paired with long, shapely legs—
almost every part of her was perfect.

At that moment, I decided I had to win her over. After dating for almost a year, we finally got married
.

Perhaps due to the more open-mindedness abroad, her initial attire was somewhat revealing. Later
, influenced by the general social norms in China, she gradually changed her clothing and behavior. Even so,
after marriage, her figure and appearance exuded a mature and sexy charm, always attracting the attention of
men her.

She had a high sex drive, something I only discovered after marriage. Initially, she wanted
sex , but gradually, due to work pressure, I couldn't meet her needs and would occasionally refuse her.
Whether it was due to work or a lack of novelty for both of us, after a year, our sex life
had almost completely ceased.

I knew in my heart that this kind of sexual relationship would definitely affect our marriage, so I hoped
to find some different stimulation to arouse our sexual interest.

The only thing I could think of was getting her to accept her original attire. I would casually choose some slightly
revealing and sexy clothes for her to wear, hoping that when she wore sexy clothes, it would arouse my sexual desire and
further satisfy her needs.

At first, she was unwilling; it took a lot of persuasion before she finally agreed to try.

That weekend, we decided to go to Shilin Night Market. She wore a white spaghetti-strap top, and I
asked her not to wear a bra, but she refused. "Do you want all the men to see my nipples?"
she said somewhat angrily.

Then, she chose a pair of short hot pants and flat sandals with crisscrossed straps. "Is this
okay?" she asked me, looking in the mirror.

After I looked her over from head to toe, "I'm starting to feel something." But… but it seems like something
is missing ? I whispered to her, "If...if you could wear toenail polish, that would be
even sexier." I was afraid she'd change her expression again. But this time she didn't say anything and went back to her room.

About ten minutes later, she came out and said to me, "Do you like it?" Her ten toes were painted with
red nail polish.

I happily whispered in her ear, "Darling! That's right, you're the leading lady tonight."
After my combination of coaxing and cajoling, she finally showed a slight smile.

That night, we walked through the crowded night market, and sure enough, we attracted many admiring glances from men. When those men
stared lustfully at her breasts, buttocks, or those sexy legs, my penis would involuntarily harden
.

I would also faintly hear some jealous men gossiping about my wife behind her back,
using words like "She must work at a hotel," "Hot," "Beautiful legs," and "It would be great to do it with her,"
which increased my inexplicable pleasure.

As soon as I got home, I hugged my wife tightly, and she responded with a passionate French kiss.
After finally managing to pull off her ridiculously small hot pants, I discovered her full, swollen mons pubis, tightly pressed against the thin fabric of her
panties , its contours clearly visible, and a dark, wet patch in the center.

"Honey, what's wrong? Why are you so eager to get it?"

"You're so mean! It's all your fault! Someone at the night market touched my butt and my
thigh , making me…" As she said this, her cheeks flushed, and she immediately knelt down,
pulled out my penis, and passionately began giving me oral sex, sucking hard on my shaft. While sucking, she
pulled off her panties, then her top and bra, and pulled my hand to caress her firm, full
breasts.

Then I noticed that her areolas, which I hadn't paid attention to in a long time, were no longer
the rosy pink , but had turned a dark brown.

"People say the darker the areola, the more lewd the woman." Thinking of this, and considering what
had just happened outside, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated into her mouth. Because I had been holding back for so long,
the amount was quite large. As I watched her swallow my semen, some still dribbled from the corner of her mouth,
which she licked clean with her fingers.

She kept twisting her hips, as if telling me that she needed my penis to fill her overflowing,
wet cunt, so I continued to let her lick my penis clean with her tongue, sucking until I
became erect again.

She automatically turned her back to me, slowly moving her body to face the living room's French windows, bending over. While
I was worrying whether the neighbors across the street would see, she had already turned around and used her hand to guide my penis into her
cunt, her hands gripping the aluminum window, rotating her hips in rhythm with mine, our bodies
twisting violently.

It was quite late, and we only had a small light on. I don't recall them turning on any lights,
so they were probably asleep. Anyway, we couldn't worry about that now, especially since it was my wife's idea.

That night, she told me she hadn't had an orgasm like that in a long time.

After a few attempts, we did indeed have satisfying sex, just like when we first got married
.

After that, her dressing style became more and more tasteful and she dared to try more, but not to the point of being
too revealing, so I could only turn a blind eye!

Yu Shan (02)

Yu Shan majored in international trade in the United States, but her interest was not in this area. After graduation,
although worked in a trading company, her heart was not there. She often took time to do some modeling and runway
shows.

To be honest, she was very confident in her figure and was indeed
no less than those real foreigners. In addition to her full breasts, the part she was most satisfied with was her pair of long and shapely
legs. Every curve along her thighs, calves and ankles exuded infinite sexiness and temptation.

She did not want to work in a regular company. She felt that kind of work was not what she wanted. So after getting married,
her first temporary job was as an English teacher at an American English center at night. With her appearance and open American
style , it was easy for her to get along with people. In addition, her friendliness made her a very
popular person at the American English center. Especially after she changed her style of dress, people frequently requested to attend her classes,
and they were all men. I really didn't know if they came to learn or just to look at her.

"You know what? Today, so-and-so was staring at my body; and so-and-so was being lewd
, trying to grope me..." At first, she always came back from class with a reluctant
expression.

But I could sense that she was actually quite happy, so I would half-jokingly reassure her, "
It's because my wife is beautiful and has a great figure that people want to look at her!"

"What's wrong with looking? If no one wanted to look, wouldn't I lose face?" After I said that,
she just smiled and didn't say anything.

After a few times, she stopped bringing it up.

That day, she was going to class wearing a white mini pencil skirt with a zipper in the back. When she
bent down to untie her high heels, I suddenly noticed that the zipper of her pencil skirt had popped open, revealing a
blue lace thong underneath. As she bent over, her pert buttocks were directly facing me, and I could clearly
see that the lace trim of her thong was almost completely embedded in the cleft of her plump, white buttocks. Because the skirt was quite short
, it wasn't too stuffy, so the draft around her buttocks wasn't very noticeable.

Just as I was about to call out to her, I suddenly imagined her buttocks exposed during class…

the contrast between the blue underwear and her fair buttocks made them appear even more delicate and alluring, making
me want to pinch them. So I didn't say anything, thinking I should just let her go out like that! Hehe!
She'll definitely want it when she gets back tonight.

When she entered the English center, she didn't notice anything unusual at first, but after she passed by, she
felt people whispering and gossiping behind her. She didn't suspect anything and continued to her locker to get
her textbooks. Because her locker was on the lower shelf, she had to half-squat down, which made her buttocks
fit even tighter in her narrow skirt, giving the people behind her an even better view.

As she reached for something, her buttocks swayed slightly with her movements, her two fleshy buttocks tightly
pressed against her underwear, seemingly waving to the people behind her.

At that moment, a foreigner deliberately walked to the cabinet next to her, pretending to grab something as well, his eyes fixed
on her white, plump buttocks. Her crotch was clearly bulging, and judging from its shape, what was hidden inside
was probably a huge penis.

My wife turned to greet him, and when her gaze swept over him, she noticed… (
American sausage, something she hadn't tried since returning to Taiwan).

Her gaze lingered for a few seconds, then she suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly turning her head away. But
the foreigner had already seen her sudden daze, her shy expression, and her flushed, lewd look.

Thinking it was because her neckline was too low, she quickly grabbed her things and stood up. When their
eyes met again, the foreigner gave her a smirk.

Class started, so my wife didn't think much of it. She walked into the classroom with her books. Although her face
looked normal except for a slight blush, she was already aroused by
sexual desire. Her vagina was involuntarily secreting lubrication, and she wished a
huge . Although her body was ready for intercourse,
class was in session.

When she turned to write on the whiteboard, the students below were already getting restless, occasionally pulling down their pants when my wife
wasn't looking .

While my wife was still lecturing seriously, her vulva was already
overflowing with desire because her mind was filled with lewd and obscene images. She was fantasizing about
that her
, making her both love and fear the pain.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class, but the students kept asking questions. It seemed no one wanted to
leave , even though it had been the same before. But today, almost everyone stayed.

Soon, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and finally said, "Alright, it's getting late. We can talk about
any questions during the next class, or you can discuss them privately with me later, okay!"

Hearing "discuss privately with me," every student's face lit up with joy. My
wife, however, didn't realize that her words had sparked some "hope and opportunity" in them. Everyone left the classroom
with their own "hope and opportunity" (presumably, all of them were "riding on my wife's coattails"
!).

My wife quickly put her things away and sped home.

When she entered the house, I was watching TV in the living room. I could clearly sense what
had happened , but she didn't say anything.

Just as she was about to take off her shoes, I said to her in a surprised and unaware tone, "
Why open? Your butt and underwear are showing!" Only then did she fully understand what had happened, and
she ran shyly into her room.

I followed her into the room and saw her taking off her revealing skirt. I hugged her from behind and whispered in her
ear, "What's wrong? You're going to class dressed like that? Wouldn't every student be having a blast?"

"Honestly, no one was going to tell me," my wife complained.

"Nobody wants to miss such a rare opportunity to feast their eyes!"

I said, my hand tracing the curve of her hips. When my fingers touched
the bottom of her panties, I could feel that the area where the panties met her mons pubis was wet and then dry, and it gave off
a slight musky smell.

I pulled down her panties, held them in front of her, and smelled them, saying, "Why are you
so wet? And you smell a little musky! You weren't paying attention in class, were you thinking about me?"

"Of course it was you, who else could it be?" In fact, she didn't tell me that the person she was thinking about at that time was
that foreigner.

Of course, everything went as I expected that night. We showered together, lathered each other with
shower gel, and dried each other's bodies. She easily became
aroused . When I touched her genitals, she actively leaned forward to let me touch her,
caressing her breasts with one hand and gripping my penis tightly with the other. At that point, I knew what was going on.

We made love all night, from the bathroom to the bed. She almost never let my penis leave her mouth or
vagina . Even on the way from the bathroom to the bed, she wrapped her legs around my waist, keeping
my penis inside her. Our bodies were glued together all night until we both fell asleep from exhaustion
.

Afterwards, I thought I should do less of these things that arouse her. If we did this all night every day
, I might not be able to handle it.

The next day, when she was leaving for class, she was still wearing a mini-skirt. I jokingly asked her, "Did you
check your clothes carefully? Don't show anything you shouldn't!"

I said that partly as a joke, and partly for my own safety. I've mentioned before that my wife
has a very high sex drive. If it were a regular woman, I think I'd be more than capable; but my
wife is the type who "has a big appetite," and she's extremely proactive and assertive during sex.

If we do it two or three times a week, I'm confident I can make her orgasm every time, but the problem is she
wants it almost every day. If I just give in to her, even though she doesn't say it, I know she's not
satisfied. A few times when I finally manage to get an erection, I end up unable to ejaculate or get hard, and she still
keeps licking me and rubbing me vigorously with her hands, making my skin almost peel off. So occasionally, I'll politely refuse
her.

Before marrying me, Yu Shan lived in the United States, so I didn't know about her dating situation at first.
It was only through some opportunities that I gradually found out (more details to follow). A few days later, she found
a card in her locker. The card read something like: "Rita, would you like to have the honor of inviting you
to a romantic dinner... Denny."

Yu Shan (03)

That's right! That day, the foreigner finally couldn't resist and boldly made such an invitation to my wife. He must have known that
she was already married!

When my wife saw the invitation card, she became uneasy and her heart was pounding.
She was considering whether she should go or not. She had been away from the United States for a while and she really longed for such an opportunity. However, when she
thought of me, she still had some reservations. There were still three days left until the weekend, and these days were very difficult for my wife
.

As I mentioned before, she should have had experience sleeping with foreigners during her time in the United States. The number of times and
the partners should have been quite a lot. But after all, she was not married at that time. As long as she could take responsibility for her actions, she didn't need to
care about what others thought of her. If this had happened before we got married, she would have readily accepted it.

After we got married, she still had many opportunities and partners for extramarital affairs, but at that time I was quite
strict, and we were still in the sweet honeymoon period. My performance in bed could still satisfy her needs, so
she naturally rejected those men's advances.

However, after about a year, the frequency of our sex life gradually decreased. At first, she would proactively prepare some traditional Chinese medicine
tonics for me to drink, or buy some aphrodisiacs from advertisements on Channel 4, saying it was for my health,
but in reality, it was all for her own sexual satisfaction. So when I suggested that she might change her
appearance or outward behavior (the correct way to say it should be to return to her original nature), she was quite
accepting.

Perhaps it was my change in attitude and mindset that made her have the intention to secretly pursue extramarital affairs. As for
what she was really thinking, only she knows.

These past two days, it's obvious that she always seems restless and can't concentrate on anything. When I ask her
if something is on her mind, she always answers no. That's how it happened. She forgot her handbag when she went to class that day,
and that's how I found the card in her bag. Of course, I pretended not to know.

However, there were a few things she was still very proactive about, like going to the hair salon, skincare salon, and nail salon… doing
everything from head to toe. She usually pays a lotion to skincare; every day after showering, she applies lotion all over her body and massages it,
even the soles of her feet and between each toe, keeping her skin smooth and delicate. She also
trims , and if the nail polish chips even slightly, she washes it off and repaints it.

This morning, as I was leaving for work, she suddenly asked me, "Honey, if… I mean, if
another man asked me out to dinner alone, what would you do?" She asked tentatively.

"Great! Why not? It'll save me a meal." I pretended not to care: "
What's wrong? Did a man really ask you out to dinner?"

"No! I was just curious and asking." She still didn't want to tell me the truth.

When I got home that evening, she had already showered and was sitting on the bed with her legs bent, wearing only a towel
. She was massaging lotion into her calves, which looked even smoother and brighter after applying the lotion. I noticed
a dark red rose sticker on the side of her ankle.

I asked curiously, "Why did you put that on?"

"The nail technician put it on for me when I got my nails done at the salon today. She said it would look beautiful with
the deep red ."

I saw that her fingers and toes were also painted with deep red nail polish. The fiery red
looked even more vibrant on her fair hands and feet. Combined with the rose tattoo sticker on her ankle, it exuded a sexy yet wild and unrestrained passion,
which aroused a desire in me.

Looking at her bare shoulders and legs, I leaned closer, wanting to be intimate with her, but she pushed me away: "
No ! I've already showered."

"You can shower again after we're done!"

"I have to apply lotion after showering, it's too much trouble." I didn't expect her to refuse me; it was definitely unusual.

I had no choice but to take a cold shower to cool down my physical reaction, but it didn't subside at all
, because I was thinking about her plans for our date tomorrow night.

While showering, she shouted at the bathroom door: "The English center staff are having dinner tomorrow night, you'll have to
take care of ." She was probably embarrassed to lie to my face.

Finally, the weekend night arrived. Tonight, she was dressed in a white terry cloth vest-style
dress , the hem of which wasn't too short, and she wore semi-transparent stockings (different from what I expected), but because
of the fabric, it tightly wrapped her body, still showing off her perfect and alluring curves.

She greeted me, saying she was going out. "Have fun!" I watched her slip on a pair of white pointed-toe
high heels and then leave.

Have fun? I felt excited, but also a bit uneasy.

They arranged to have dinner at an Italian restaurant. Denny was already sitting inside waiting for her,
eager to meet my wife.

"Hi! Have you been waiting long?" My wife greeted him warmly as soon as they met.

"I just got here too." He stared at my wife's figure.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is it not pretty?" My wife looked at her clothes shyly.

"No, no. I'm sorry! You look so beautiful, this dress looks so sexy on you
!"

Then they sat down and started eating, chatting about their respective lives in the United States and Taiwan, and of course,
my wife's married life, and of course, I, her husband, would be mentioned.

My wife then began to understand this foreigner a little. Denny lived in New York, was 35 years old, and unmarried.

These people all enter Taiwan on tourist visas, stay for a few months, find temporary work to earn some
pocket money , and say they want to learn about Taiwanese culture and Chinese. To put it bluntly, aren't they all just here to
pick up girls, exploiting Taiwanese women's admiration for foreigners, having their fill, and then leaving when their time is up?

My wife doesn't understand these foreigners' mentality, but she's not some young girl; she
should know what she's doing.

During the meal, the foreigner stared intently at my wife, watching her delicate fingers with their deep red nail polish, as she used her knife and fork
to move food between her lips, imagining what it would be like if she put his
penis in her mouth…

My wife also noticed Denny staring at her, so she mostly
ate with her mouth open, taking small bites, which made the foreigner itch.

The two chatted and laughed during the meal, nothing particularly unusual happened, but occasionally the foreigner would bring up flirtatious
topics , which delighted my wife.

The foreigner glanced at his watch and gestured to my wife whether it was time to leave.

"It's only a little past eight, would you like to come to my place for a bit?" he asked, then pressed further. "I have
a few bottles of red wine I brought back from America, would you like to try some?"

"Now?" my wife asked, feigning modesty .

"Are you in a hurry to go home? Is your husband waiting for you at home?"

my wife quickly replied, "Oh, no! It's just... just..."

"Since that's not the case, then it's no problem! Okay?" the foreigner pressed his advantage.

My wife didn't say anything, just nodded slightly with her head down.

The two of them had already finished a bottle of red wine during the meal. My wife's alcohol tolerance was decent for half a bottle
, but her face would turn red after drinking. Now, it was unclear whether her flushed cheeks were
due .

"Okay! Let's go." After the two walked out of the restaurant together, the foreigner suddenly reached out and put his arm around my wife 's slender waist
. She only paused for a moment, but did not make any resistance. The foreigner became bolder
and slid down to put his hand on my wife's buttocks. The two walked to the side of the road like a couple and hailed a
taxi. This foreigner rented a small apartment of about ten square meters in an apartment building near the mansion. Almost all foreigners. He put his arm around my wife and entered the apartment. Just as they were about to cross the lobby, several foreigners were standing there chatting. When they saw my wife, their eyes lit up. They greeted Denny with envious expressions and looked at my wife with lustful eyes. It is common to see foreigners bringing women back here. Everyone knows what they are going to do next in the room, so there is nothing to be surprised about. However, it is rare to see a woman as hot as my wife. Anyway, they just want a sexual partner, not a wife. Upon entering the house, shoes had to be removed. When my wife took off her high heels, the foreigner could vaguely see her delicate feet through the texture of her semi-transparent stockings. "Even her toenails are polished so beautifully, the same color as her fingernails right? Very pretty," the foreigner said, his eyes gleaming with lust. My wife, slightly embarrassed, crossed her toes. The foreigner brought out two or three bottles of red wine for her to choose from. My wife glanced at them and said, "How about we open this one first?" "Okay! No problem." The two sat on the sofa, drinking and watching TV, the foreigner's arm still around my wife's shoulder. Soon, one bottle of wine was almost finished. Then the foreigner reached out and took my wife placing it on his crotch. But my wife quickly pulled her hand away. Of course, she knew what he meant, but she hesitated. "Oh no! We'll still have to meet at work from now on, which will make me feel really awkward." The foreigner didn't show any disappointment; instead, he said even more enthusiastically, "Don't worry, to be honest, I'm leaving Taiwan in a week. I'll probably go back to New York first, and then consider other Asian countries. We 'll only bump into each other once or twice in class at most." It turned out this foreigner was already planning to leave and wanted to make the most of his time before he went, to have some fun before he was gone— why not take advantage of someone else? (Just like me, except my wife was the one being taken advantage of). My wife finally let down her guard and abandoned her previous reservations. The foreigner picked up his glass and handed it to my wife, and the two of them finished their drinks.

"How about we open another bottle?" That's what my wife said.

"Of course!" The foreigner looked overjoyed. He could tell my wife was in a very relaxed mood,
and with the added effect of alcohol, her emotions were already quite high.

My wife got up, tugged at her skirt, and went to open the bottle herself, almost tripping as she walked around the coffee table.

"Are you okay, Rita?" The foreigner stared at my wife's back, watching her hips
sway as she walked.

My wife put the bottle down and was about to sit back on the sofa when the foreigner suddenly grabbed her hand, and my wife
ended sitting on his crotch, leaning sideways into his arms.

The foreigner lifted my wife's chin with his hand, their lips met, and he stuffed his tongue into my wife's
mouth, making her suck. My wife felt something hard pressing against her buttocks, growing bigger and bigger.

Because the terry cloth was slightly elastic, even though she had a 34D bust, the foreigner easily pulled
her clothes down from the neckline and her arms. My wife automatically moved her arms up, revealing her bare upper body
covered only by a deep red strapless lace bra. The foreigner pinched her breasts, squeezing a
deep cleavage between them. My wife reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, leaving the entire bra in
his hands, revealing a pair of fair and soft breasts.

The foreigner picked up the bra and smelled the cups: "It smells really good."

My wife snatched the bra back: "Of course it smells good."

The foreigner's tongue kept licking my wife's breasts, constantly biting her nipples with his teeth. The two nipples were already hard and erect
from the stimulation. My wife kept her lips tightly closed, but let out deep breaths from her nose.
She raised her hands to tie her hair up, leaned forward slightly, and swayed her breasts from side to side, keeping the foreigner's mouth busy.

The foreigner lifted his buttocks and pulled down his pants, revealing a loose pair of boxer shorts. A thick, erect penis was protruding from his crotch
, like a tent. He spread his legs, making my wife kneel between them.
He pressed her head against his crotch with one hand, while his other hand pinched her nipple. My wife
, blushing, only touched his penis through her underwear.

"How is it! It's big, isn't it?"

"Mmm!" My wife nodded, thinking it had been a long time since she'd experienced something this big.

The foreigner commanded, "Take it off!"

My wife pulled down her pants, and the penis sprang out as if released.

She first kissed the glans, then rubbed her lips against the shaft. The entire penis was covered in my wife's
lipstick, the prominent veins on the surface lightly covered by the deep red lipstick.

My wife initially intended to take the entire penis into her mouth, but before she could even take half, the glans was already hitting her throat. My
wife experienced as she was, switched to a side-swallowing position, letting the foreigner's glans press against her cheek, making it look from the outside like she
had a hard-boiled egg in her mouth.

The foreigner sat on the sofa without moving, intently watching my wife's beautifully polished fingers encircle and manipulate
his penis with her mouth, moving it up and down. My wife made "tsk! tsk!" sounds, accompanied by
saliva.

At this point, my wife's clothes were still hanging around her waist, the hem of her skirt covering her thighs. The foreigner wasn't
satisfied, so he hooked his legs around the clothes hanging around my wife's waist, making her stand up. He pulled down, and the entire
garment fell, forming a circle around her feet.

It turned out that my wife was wearing a matching bra and panties today, presumably carefully chosen to match the color of her
nail polish . Although it wasn't a thong, it was still incredibly small—a dark red lace panty that
barely covered my wife's pubic hair. A tuft of dark hair was clearly visible through the crotch of her semi-transparent stockings.

The foreigner used two fingers to probe my wife's genitals through the stockings. My wife couldn't resist his touch and reflexively squeezed
her thighs together tightly, while her calves remained open, pressing her vulva
even closer to the foreigner's fingers. The tighter my wife squeezed her thighs, the harder the foreigner's fingers probed, squeezing out her panties
and wetting the stockings.

Then the foreigner slipped his hand inside the stockings and panties, pressing his entire palm against my wife's vulva and vigorously rubbing
her mons pubis with his middle finger. My wife, of course, couldn't bear it. She kept twisting and swaying her hips, her feet
trying to grip the floor as if she were grasping something, but she couldn't stay upright. Her heels touched the ground, her soles lifted off the ground, and
her toes dug into the earth. The foreigner saw my wife's sexy feet and her lewd expression, her panties
dripping with vaginal fluid. He gripped his penis, ready to act.

He simultaneously pulled off my wife's stockings and panties, revealing her mysterious pubic hair. My
wife was completely naked; except for her pubic hair, her fair skin exuded a mature, rosy sensuality. The foreigner
stared

, mesmerized. "Why are you staring like that again!" she said shyly, turning away and half-covering her breasts and genitals with her hands.

The foreigner then snapped out of his daze, hugging my wife from behind and placing her on the coffee table. He then
sat back on the sofa and grabbed my wife's left foot. Only then did he notice the rose tattoo
sticker on my wife's ankle. The foreigner made a "tsk! tsk!" sound: "You're really lewd. Want me to take you to get a real
tattoo? We'll get it in the same spot, to make your feet even sexier."

After saying that, the foreigner directly put my wife's big toe into his mouth and sucked on it, while his right leg was bent and propped up on
the corner of the table . While licking my wife's toes, he inserted two fingers into my wife's
vagina, making "plop, plop..." sounds.

After he had been playing with my wife's vagina for a while, she lay back on the coffee table. As she lay down, her
full breasts sagged slightly to the sides, which the foreigner saw as two large meat buns placed on a steamer, their smooth, pinkish-white
skin encasing a rich, juicy, and plump filling.

The foreigner got up and released my wife's legs, pulling her buttocks halfway up the table edge. Her legs were
spread , her thighs and calves perpendicular to the ground, her feet forming a U-shape.

He braced himself on the edge of the table near my wife's ear with one hand, and was about to penetrate her with the other when my wife
suddenly remembered the condom: "Did you forget something?"

"What?" The foreigner looked confused, not understanding what my wife meant.

"Shouldn't you wear a condom?"

This foreigner didn't really like wearing condoms, but since my wife had asked, he was willing to wear one.
But he really didn't have any condoms, so he told my wife he didn't have any.

"What should we do?" It would be such a disappointment to have the foreigner buy them now.

At that moment, my wife pointed to her bag. The foreigner understood what she meant. He opened my wife's bag, and inside
was a box of Playboy black condoms, still sealed in shrink wrap. After taking them out, he saw that the box
had "ribbed texture" and a "kingsize" label, and he gave my wife a lewd smile.

"Oh! So you were all prepared for me to fuck you. This 'kingsize' one isn't for your husband,
is it?"

Wow! Where did she get condoms? My wife doesn't want me to use condoms because she likes the feeling of warm semen
entering her uterus, so she takes birth control pills. And with such a sexually frustrated wife waiting for me to serve her
every day , I don't have the extra energy to mess around outside, so we don't have condoms at home.
I guess she bought condoms to prevent STIs, not to avoid pregnancy.

The condom inside was red. The foreigner quickly put it on his penis after opening it; the size was
acceptable . He swung his erect penis in front of my wife: "You like it with bumps?" He deliberately
placed his penis against my wife's cheek, rubbing the bumps on the condom against her face: "How is it! Can you feel
the bumps?"

He used his fingers to spread my wife's slightly reddish-brown, thick labia, seeing that her vagina was already
well lubricated. He then used one hand to support himself on top of my wife,
and with the other, he pushed his penis into her vagina. As soon as the head entered, my wife's lips parted slightly, and a long "Oh~~" sound escaped her throat.

When his entire penis was inside, my wife suddenly shivered. That was the feeling—a feeling of
fullness , a penis that could satisfy her vagina.

My wife's vagina wasn't very loose; it accommodated small penises well, and could also adjust
freely to larger ones. Perhaps this was because she often had sex with foreigners before! The foreigner's penis stirred up
all her past lewd memories, but it had been a long time since she had been filled with such a penis.

However, this foreigner seemed to be deliberately teasing my wife; he thrust his entire penis deep into her
vagina in one go. Just as my wife felt the glans about to hit its mark, the foreigner quickly withdrew his penis completely
. Being teased like this was naturally painful for my wife.

Now her mouth was even wider open. When the foreigner penetrated, my wife would moan "Mmm~~", and when he
withdrew, she would moan "Oh~~ Ugh~~", as if begging for his penis. But
the foreigner completely ignored her. She could only move her hips in the direction the penis was withdrawing, trying to prolong
the time it remained inside her.

To accommodate the foreigner's penis, my wife kept moving her hips, arching her back,
supporting herself only on her limbs, and pressing her genitals sharply towards the foreigner. Seeing my wife's lewd and wanton appearance, the foreigner
said to her, "You really look like a slut, don't you?" His words only fueled my wife
's lust.

Seeing the foreigner almost collapse onto the sofa, my wife lifted her hips and thrust her buttocks forward, using her buttocks
, still holding his penis, to push him down onto the sofa. She turned and bent her hips, reaching under him to grab his penis and holding on tightly. She opened
her legs , spreading her buttocks wide, and positioned her vagina to suck his penis in. With her hands on his thighs
, she rotated her hips. From behind, the foreigner could only see her plump buttocks kneading like dough, but he couldn't see his
penis.

My wife began to thrust violently up and down, repeatedly penetrating her vagina. The foreigner
excitedly slapped my wife's buttocks, leaving red marks on her fair skin.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The small room echoed with the crisp sounds of slapping and my wife's moans
.

"Oh~~yes~~oh~~yes~~oh~~fuck me, please!" That's right, my
wife always moans in English when she's excited, and she especially likes to use "fuck me." At first, I thought
she was being rude, but then I realized that's how women in Western porn are, while Japanese women
just use "eh." It's a difference in national culture!

"You bitch, tell me, do you like my cock or your husband's?"

"Your...your..." My wife was only focused on the cock inside her, she didn't even know
what she was saying.

"Then how about I be your husband?"

"Yes~~oh~~yes~~denny."

The foreigner made my wife lie on his bed. By this time, my wife had already orgasmed, and she lay on the bed with
her arms and her legs wide open. The foreigner saw that my wife's labia had been rubbed raw by his cock,
the thick labia everted and contracting from time to time, and her cunt was constantly leaking vaginal fluid.

"This woman is amazing! You're my biggest find since coming to Taiwan."

The foreigner saw my wife's two limp legs dangling over the edge of the bed, still so beautiful, and her tattoo
stickers and rosy toes with deep red nail polish... The foreigner prepared to have sex with my wife again. "Chirp chi ... Seeing Denny wearing only a towel, covered in sweat, with a noticeable bulge in his crotch, the two foreigners, knowing he was in the act, craned their necks to peer into the room. Seeing an alluring body lying on the bed, they smiled at Denny: "Alright! We're leaving, we won't bother you." One of them added, "Looks hot, introduce us sometime." "Okay! Maybe next time." After seeing them off, Denny returned to my wife's side. Taking off his towel, he felt his penis soften . He removed the condom, grabbed one of my wife's feet, and rubbed the head of his penis against her soft, rosy sole. Then he lifted the other foot, first smelling between her toes, then sticking his tongue into the spaces between them and licking.

My wife's feet started to itch again after he licked them, and she automatically started rubbing
her breasts with both hands. Seeing that my wife was getting aroused again, and with his penis already hardened by her pink feet, the foreigner
, without a condom, directly inserted his penis into my wife's vagina. Fortunately, there was still plenty of vaginal fluid inside,
making the insertion easy.

"Mmm~~" My wife closed her eyes.

"It's good!" The foreigner still felt it was more enjoyable without a condom. He held my wife's two long, straight legs together
in his arms. My wife, unaware that he was having sex with her without a condom, tightened
her vagina .

The foreigner thrust harder and harder, his stomach constantly colliding with the back of my wife's thighs, making "pop!
pop!" sounds. At the same time, he was sucking on all five of my wife's toes. "Yes~~ Oh~~ Yes~~
Yes~~ Denny, oh~~ Yes~~" My wife kept making obscene moans.

The foreigner, having licked my wife's toes enough, spread her legs and pressed himself against her, wanting to kiss
her passionately. My wife pressed her lips to his, her arms tightly wrapped around him. The foreigner continued thrusting, his
penis penetrating my wife's vagina again and again, while my wife wrapped her legs around his waist,
hooking the backs of her feet together. The foreigner let my wife suck his tongue, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly,
leaving red finger marks on them.

At this moment, the foreigner's movements became even more intense; his penis was already swollen and somewhat purplish. Suddenly,
the foreigner pulled out his penis violently, and my wife let out an "Ahhh!" at the same time. The foreigner hurriedly got up and stood on
the bed, ejaculating thick streams of semen onto my wife's face.

He watched as my wife's face was covered in thick, sticky fluid, her hand still stroking her own penis,
semen . He then shoved the glans into her mouth, and my wife, fully satisfied with her sexual desire,
willingly licked the entire penis clean of semen.

Then the foreigner asked my wife to shower with him, but she said, "You go first, let me rest, okay
?"

The foreigner first wiped my wife's face clean with toilet paper, then went into the bathroom alone to shower, while my wife remained
lying on the bed, unwilling to move, her mind racing.

When it was my wife's turn to shower alone, after the warm water rinsed over her, she remembered why he
seemed to have forgotten to wear a condom.

After showering, she checked the time; it was almost one o'clock. She hurriedly dressed, carefully checking
her clothes and accessories… only after making sure everything was in order did she ask Denny to take her downstairs to catch a taxi.

As my wife got into the taxi, they shared a deep kiss to say goodbye.

My wife Yu Shan (05)

I waited until almost midnight last night before going to bed. I masturbated before going to sleep.
I was already asleep when she got home. I only vaguely knew she was back.

Today is the weekend. I got up earlier than her and saw her underwear and stockings from last night hanging in the bathroom. They
had washed. The box of condoms was still in her bag, but one was missing. She still kept that box
of condoms!

She didn't wake up until almost noon. She looked tired, but her face had a happy
expression .

After lunch, we went to Costco to buy some daily necessities. The store was crowded on the weekend.
I was busy pushing the cart and looking at things and didn't notice my wife for a moment. There were many foreigners in Costco. Every
foreigner who passed by her would catch her eye. She was still intoxicated by her entanglement with Denny last night.

"Is the laundry detergent almost used up?" She didn't hear me talking to her at all.

"Hey! Yu Shan." When I called her name again, she finally came to her senses.

"Damn! She looks like she wants to be fucked by a foreigner again." I thought to myself.

She went to Denny's apartment twice after that. I don't know how many times they did it there, but
it was clear that Denny always made her feel incredibly aroused, making me, as her husband, feel incredibly embarrassed.

After Denny left Taiwan, she seemed lost and reluctantly turned back to me, her
Taiwanese little dick—at least something was better than nothing! But this made things difficult for me. Have you ever had that experience where your
penis is completely stunted, but she keeps gripping it and masturbating, constantly pushing your penis
into her vagina, making my penis feel swollen and my lower abdomen feel bloated, as if all the semen is
trapped inside, but I can't ejaculate? It's really painful. I really wish she would just go out and eat and come back, just so she could serve me a little

when I suddenly feel aroused . So later, when her outfits became more and more flamboyant and her clothes more and more revealing, I didn't stop her. She used to ask me to go shopping with her for clothes or lingerie, but lately she's been going alone without asking my opinion. So now her closet is full of sexy clothes I've never seen before. Every now and then , I sneak into her closet to see what new clothes or lingerie she's bought. A few weeks later, news of her affair with Denny spread throughout the foreigners' social circles. Before leaving, Denny even bragged to some of his closer friends that my wife had offered herself to him , saying how hot her figure was, comparable to blonde beauties; he also said my wife's labia were thick and elastic, like a live abalone, contracting and expanding, though their dark color suggested they'd been with ; every part of her body was an erogenous zone, and with just a little teasing, her juices would flow endlessly, her vagina wet, slippery, and tender… describing her as an absolute slut. The foreigners' social circles are limited. Although he didn't mention it to his colleagues at the English center , word spread quickly, eventually reaching back to the center . So, the male colleagues there all looked at her with strange eyes. "She seems quite serious in class, but deep down she's just as shameless!" "No way! Look at her sexy clothes, she's just trying to seduce our big dicks." " But she's usually so friendly and cheerful, you really wouldn't guess!" " That's the kind of woman you want, you only discover her good points when you strip her naked." ...

A group of people were whispering and chattering behind my wife.

She was unaware of the situation and didn't pay attention. When she curiously tried to get closer to hear what they were
talking about, they would deliberately change the subject, leaving her confused.

That's why I say she's really oblivious. I remember when she first returned to Taiwan, I constantly reminded her not to be
too friendly with people, as it could cause unnecessary misunderstandings, to be more vigilant, and to dress
more conservatively.

During this period, some of her students still tried to invite her for coffee or dinner under the guise of academic questions,
but she mostly refused. If they did, it was just a simple chat, because she wasn't particularly interested in those Taiwanese-made
penises , and besides, she already had one at home. Even though it was just casual conversation,
there were still instances of people deliberately trying to take advantage of my
wife and sometimes she would even retaliate.

That day, her cell phone rang. The caller was a foreigner. My wife was surprised and asked him how he knew her cell
phone number. He said he and Denny were very close, and when Denny learned he was coming to Taiwan, he gave him
my wife's contact number, saying she was very warm and welcoming, and he could ask her for help if needed.

Damn Denny! He not only spread the word about my wife and him throughout the entire foreign community, but even
overseas .

On the phone, he deliberately didn't mention that, only saying he wasn't familiar with Taipei and hoped my wife could take him to
the suburbs. But in fact, Denny had mentioned it to him, so his expectations of my wife weren't
just that.

During their conversation, my wife gradually lowered her suspicions, simply thinking that he wanted her to be
a guide and that she could make a new friend; she hadn't thought of anything more than that.

She had class that evening, and she had even packed her things for class this morning, saying a friend from America was coming and would show
her around, so she was going straight to class that evening. She didn't say whether he was a man or a woman, and I didn't want to ask.
If he was a man, he was a man; what more could I ask?

Today she was wearing a loose white silk blouse over a black, low-cut, lingerie-style tank top,
and tight, low-waisted jeans that flared out from the knees. Only
the bottom two buttons of her blouse were fastened, revealing the lace trim of a black demi-cup bra, showing her cleavage and about
a third of her white breasts. She finished with denim open-toe short-heeled sandals before leaving.

This foreigner's name was James, a little younger than Denny. They had worked together
before he had made a small fortune investing in stocks. Denny often asked James to help him with investments.

They agreed to meet near Zhongxiao East Road. Shortly after my wife arrived at the agreed time, her phone rang
. He told James the color of her clothes.

"Hi! Such a beautiful lady, you must be Rita." These foreigners are really good with words;
they made my wife beam with delight from the very first meeting.

James stared intently at my wife, sizing her up from head to
toe This mature and alluring woman is the slut Denny was still raving about back in New York."

"It's a blessing from heaven that I have this opportunity to meet you," James said, taking one of my wife's
delicate hands and kissing the back of it.

My wife, of course, didn't forget to sized up the foreigner. He was taller and stronger than Denny, his muscles showing he
regularly went to the gym, and his clothes looked more sophisticated than Denny's.

"Welcome to Taiwan, James," my wife surprisingly returned a polite hug, indicating she had a
good impression of him.

James was startled by my wife's sudden, enthusiastic hug; such boldness was rare in Taiwan
, no wonder Denny was so infatuated with her. The sudden touch,
the softness of my wife's ample breasts leaving a first impression on James's chest, further fueled his desire to penetrate her inner
world of lust.

Today, my wife did indeed take him to tourist attractions like the National Palace Museum and Yangmingshan, just as he promised.
But this foreigner's heart wasn't there at all. The scenery he saw was my wife's alluring figure and breasts;
the sound of flowing water was the sound of her wetness flowing from her vagina. Whenever he got the chance, he would
grope my wife while pretending to be considerate.

Around 5 PM, the two finally returned to the city. He wanted to treat my wife to dinner, but she told
him she had to rush to class that evening. So, my wife drove him back to his place before going to class herself.

"Thank you so much! You spent the whole day with me, and then you had to drive me back."

"It's nothing! I hope you had a good time. I'll take you to see other places next time."

After getting out of the car, the foreigner leaned out the window and talked to my wife for about ten minutes, reluctant to let the day
end like this. My wife checked her watch; it was almost time to leave, and he reluctantly let her go.

The next day, knowing my wife didn't have class that evening, he called her around noon to invite her
over. He said he wanted to cook for her and thank her for her help. My wife was initially hesitant
to refuse, but after his repeated invitations, she finally agreed.

That evening, after showering, she sat at her vanity, applying makeup. I even saw her applying
black nail polish to her toenails. She spent almost an hour getting ready. I saw her wearing a light, silver-gray, strapless,
backless dress. As she walked past me, the dress flowed gracefully, releasing a seductive fragrance
. Her fair shoulders were exposed above her chest.

She wasn't wearing a bra? She really wasn't wearing a bra! Two round nipples were clearly visible. No wonder,
I could see about half of her breasts, yet there was no bra visible, and I couldn't see the bra straps from behind.
My wife went out without a bra?! If I remember correctly, I had previously asked her not to wear anything when we went out together,
and she had scolded me, so I hadn't dared to bring it up again. But now she... really made this foreigner happy.

James was already waiting downstairs at his place to take her upstairs. The foreigner politely took my wife's hand and
they went upstairs in the elevator together.

James's room was much bigger than Denny's, with a living room, kitchen, and bedroom. Although it wasn't very big, it had
everything you needed.

"The rent here must be expensive." The two had just entered and, unable to find a proper topic of conversation
, my wife spoke first.

The apartments in this building were all nearly 40 square meters, with only about three units per floor, so the residents
were mostly wealthy foreigners, some of whom were employees or managers of foreign companies stationed in Taiwan.

My wife was watching TV alone in the living room, while James was busy in the kitchen. My wife wanted
to help , but the foreigner refused, saying, "You're dressed so beautifully tonight; I'm afraid I'll get your clothes dirty."

"You can watch TV here; it'll be ready soon," James said, switching between the kitchen and
serving my wife.

They ate salad and soup first, and after that, James brought out a steaming hot steak. The whole house
was filled with the aroma of steak, which greatly increased my wife's appetite. They enjoyed the steak while toasting each other.

"Denny said you have a good alcohol tolerance and enjoy red wine; you should drink more tonight!" The foreigner
looked at my wife's flushed cheeks after drinking, which resembled a ripe, red California peach.

"Oh! Sorry." My wife, whether intentionally or accidentally, dropped her fork on
the floor .

"It's okay! I'll pick it up." The foreigner bent down under the table to help my wife pick up the fork, and seeing a glimpse of her smooth calves peeking out from under
her skirt , and her delicate white toes with black nail polish, he wanted nothing more than to lick
them.

"Oh! Sorry." This time it was the foreigner's turn to say it, because he deliberately used the cold fork to gently
prick the flesh on the back of my wife's foot.

My wife, who was already very sensitive, felt a surge of pleasure from the cold metal fork tip,
causing her to reflexively clamp her legs together.

Finally, after finishing this sumptuous meal, the foreigner was already impatient.

"Your food is delicious." My wife smiled contentedly after eating.

"My food is delicious?" The foreigner grinned lewdly.

At this moment, my wife realized she had said the wrong thing. She shyly stretched out a hand as if to hit the foreigner and said,
"What are you thinking!"

Her hand was only halfway out when the foreigner grabbed it. He pulled her into
his my wife pressed her body against him without resistance.

The foreigner looked carefully at her charming and beautiful face and gave her a deep kiss. Just as my wife was about to return
the kiss, James suddenly said that he had something to give my wife.

He took out a black paper box and said, "This should suit you very well. You will definitely like it."

At first, my wife happily opened the box, but when she opened it and found what was inside, she became
a little reserved and shy and handed the whole box back to the foreigner. The

foreigner

smiled, took out the contents, and with a slight shake of his hands, a bright red
leather jacket was laid out in front of my wife.

My wife, embarrassed, couldn't look directly at the leather jacket. "Why would you give me something like this?"

James then recounted everything Denny had told him, making my wife feel
ashamed. "So you've been teasing me all along."

Now that James knew, there was nothing to hide. My wife generously took the jacket back.
"Mind if I change in your room?"

My wife quietly closed the door and stayed inside for almost twenty minutes.

"Why are you taking so long? Do you need my help?" The foreigner outside was impatient and
shouted at the door.

My wife wasn't afraid to come out; the leather jacket was just too uncomfortable. Besides needing to
adjust the chains and straps, it also felt a bit too tight. When James bought the leather jacket, he still didn't quite
believe Denny's words—how could an Asian woman's figure compare to our golden cats? So he specifically bought a size smaller,
but he never expected my wife's figure to be so full and shapely. The design of this kind of leather jacket was already quite tight
, and although there were some straps for adjustment, the whole jacket looked even tighter on my wife.

She slightly opened the bedroom door and saw that only a few dim halogen lights were on in the living room. Even after putting on the
jacket , she still felt a little embarrassed, only peeking out from inside the doorway, hesitant to come out.

James, already naked, was sitting on the sofa waiting. He heard the door
open but hadn't seen my wife come out yet, so he stood up and walked towards the door. When James saw my wife
standing in the doorway, wearing this extremely sexy and revealing leather jacket, his penis immediately reacted;
another large penis was greeting my wife.

The foreigner walked into the room, gently taking my wife's hand and saying, "What's wrong? Why are you afraid to come out and let me
see?"

"You still ask? Because I've never worn clothes like this before!" My wife couldn't look directly at James's
lower body.

"What are you afraid of? No one else is seeing anyway, and besides, this leather jacket suits you perfectly
." James put his arm around my wife, and the two walked to the bedside together.

James was absolutely right, because even I, as her husband, had never seen it before.

I didn't know if the leather jacket my wife was wearing was clothing or underwear.

My wife wore a leather collar around her neck, with two chains holding her bra in place.
Two holes were cut out at the breast area, through which her two full breasts peeked out, albeit somewhat tightly. Around her breasts were
several thin chains holding a small heart-shaped piece of leather, barely covering her nipples. Her breasts stretched
these chains into a cup shape, revealing her slightly dark areolas. From her chest
down to halfway up her thighs, there was some coverage, except for a large heart-shaped
hole at her navel.

After admiring the view from the front, James asked my wife to turn around and face away from him. My wife turned around,
too embarrassed to look back, because there was practically nothing covering her back.

Oh! Well, saying there was nothing covering wasn't quite right, because there were straps at the back of her chest and waist, and another one
above and near the hem of her skirt. These straps stretched the leather jacket even tighter from behind
, especially the two above and below her buttocks, which taut her two soft, white buttocks into a tight shape.

Another key design element of this leather jacket is the thick strip about 1 cm long on the belt at the back.
The chain, passing through her crotch and emerging from her mons pubis, resembled a thong,
only made of chain. The buckle was movable, and it extended quite a bit after being fastened. If you unfastened the chain and pulled
hard, wouldn't that...?

The foreigner hadn't made a move yet, just standing quietly behind her, but my wife was already itching
with desire . She remembered when she was studying in America, out of curiosity, she and some classmates went to a strip club to
see what it was like. The strippers there wore similar leather outfits, or
outfits only seen on women in pornographic magazines. She felt that if she wore this leather outfit, she would look like a stripper, being
stared at by James with a lewd gaze.

Then the foreigner's hands began to move. He reached out from behind and grabbed my wife's breasts.
The pinching, combined with the friction of the chain, made her nipples, which had just sunk in,
harden again.

"She's really sensitive. Just a little pinch and she's already reacting?" James exclaimed with delight.

While the foreigner continued to knead her breasts, my wife proactively pressed her buttocks against his penis.
Seeing how wanton she was, James went along with it, rubbing his erect penis against
her buttocks. His thick penis spread her buttocks wide from bottom to top,
and her two plump buttocks pressed tightly together, enveloping his penis.

Soon, the foreigner felt a wetness at the base of his penis, knowing my wife's vagina was starting to itch
.

"Denny told me you're very wet, I'll have to see."

He then unfastened the chain in front of my wife's mons pubis, grabbed the chain, and pulled it upwards forcefully. My
wife's body arched, the chain digging deep between her labia
, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid seeped from the gaps in the chain.

The foreigner kept pulling and releasing, and my wife kept trying to open her legs, but her thighs were still tied with a
strap she couldn't break free, so she could only keep twisting her body.

She grabbed James's hand and shook her head left and right, asking him not to pull the chain anymore. The foreigner finally stopped and asked
her to lie down on the bed. My wife's head was hanging off the edge of the bed, and the foreigner spread his legs and put his penis into my
wife 's mouth. My wife put the penis in her mouth and kept teasing the glans with the tip of her tongue, while the foreigner's
upper body was also on my wife, moving the chain in front of his chest to the side of his breasts and sucking on the exposed nipples.

The more she sucked, the more excited the foreigner became. He put his penis in my wife's mouth and started thrusting it in and out like a vagina
. My wife's mouth was being penetrated by the penis, and she could only make "Oh~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Oh~~"
sounds.

Adulterous wife Yu Shan (07)

Dear men: Am I doing the right thing? I've told you all about my wife's lewdness, is
n't that a bit too much?

Whatever, she's just that lewd! If you guys are supportive and the response is enthusiastic, I'm thinking of
taking pictures of all her sexy sandals, revealing clothes, and sexy lingerie to show you.

I've also considered taking pictures of her naked body, close-ups of specific body parts, or her alluring toes; it's a bit difficult, but I
'll try.

My wife looked up at James's body from between his legs, carefully admiring his abs, pecs, and
the tuft of golden, translucent chest hair. His firm muscles trembled slightly with his rhythm. Although his skin was
a bit pale, it was quite healthy.

Even though my wife had a penis in her mouth, her lower body still felt incredibly empty,
so she secretly used her fingers to press the shaft into her labia, but the foreigner saw this.

"Looking at your slutty face, don't you really want me to stick my cock in here?" The foreigner pulled the chain
away, revealing my wife's thick, sexy labia glistening with vaginal fluid. Her rosy clitoris
was irregularly shaped at the vaginal opening, looking as if it had already been used.

The foreigner pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth and said, "Come on, Rita, show me your most lewd part
."

My wife was still lying on her back on the bed, but she had turned around, supporting herself on her waist with her hands and raising her buttocks towards the foreigner. Her
two long slender legs were together and straight up, hoping the foreigner would help her untie the straps on her buttocks.

After untying the straps, three obvious marks were left on her buttocks and the base of her thighs.
At this moment my wife breathed a sigh of relief and spread her legs as wide as possible, her lower body finally freed from restraint. The foreigner looked at
her thighs, which were spread into a V-shape, and deliberately exposed her vulva.

"Great! I love your slutty look." The foreigner said, taking a
condom . "Denny mentioned it, so I was prepared." He waved
the condom in front of my wife.

"Hurry up!" My wife couldn't hold back any longer and made a coquettish sound.

Seeing my wife's alluring and seductive appearance, the foreigner didn't need to spend any more time lubricating her vagina and directly thrust his penis
into her tender hole.

"Oh~~" Her lower body was deeply penetrated by the foreigner's penis, but she let out a soft moan.

After his penis had been thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina several times, she felt the increasing pleasure emanating from her labia and vagina.
Although James's penis was about the same thickness as Denny's, James's glans was probably larger.
Every time his penis was about to be withdrawn, the concave base of the glans would forcefully pull her labia back outwards. And every
time his penis was inserted, it felt like a large hard-boiled egg was being stuffed inside her, stimulating every inch of her tender flesh.
Waves of surged through her entire body.

"Rita, how many husbands do you have?" The foreigner kept thrusting into my wife's cunt, his mouth still holding her
big toe.

"Only one! Ahhh~" Of course, this wasn't the answer he wanted, so James
increased the force of his thrust.

"Say it again." The foreigner deliberately tickled the soles of her feet with his fingers.

"Itchy... I have two... Oh no! I have three husbands... It's so itchy..." My wife's legs straightened up from
the tickling . My wife straightened her legs, pushing her toes even closer into the foreigner's mouth.

"Then tell me, which one do you like the most?" the foreigner asked, watching my wife's buttocks rise and
fall with the angle of his penis.

"James, yes~~ Oh~~ Yes~~ James!" My wife cried out the foreigner's
name .

"Since I'm your most beloved husband, then I don't need a condom, right?" He said, pulling his penis
out, removing the already wet condom, and letting it dangle between my wife's toes. The foreigner had
n't wanted to use a condom in the first place; Denny had told him to take it off halfway through.

"No... Ah~~ Oh~~ No~~ No~~" Before my wife could even answer, another penis
thrust into her.

"Oh! You're not quite clear."

"So, are you saying yes or no?" He saw my wife's toes clenched tightly due to excessive excitement,
the condom dangling between her toes, making
her .

The penis was already inside her; how could she say no? Besides, my wife was immersed in
the pleasure of the thrusting. If the foreigner got annoyed and stopped, she would be in a terrible predicament…

The foreigner was fucking my wife from the front, watching her with her eyes closed, her face flushed, her mouth agape in ecstasy:
“Denny’s a good friend, introducing me to such a slutty woman.”

“You really look like a prostitute, especially now that you’re wearing this leather jacket and I’m fucking you, am I
right?” James was also infatuated with my wife, spewing vulgar insults at her.

My wife was also aroused, fantasizing about being a prostitute, and her movements became bolder and more frantic
in response to the foreigner’s thrusts.

When she actively clamped her legs around the foreigner’s buttocks, he lifted her off the bed. Afraid of suddenly
losing only hook her arms around his neck, her legs clamping tighter and tighter. The foreigner wrapped his arms around
my wife's waist, arching her upper body at a 45-degree angle, shifting her weight onto her buttocks, making his penis and vagina more
closely intertwined.

"Pop...pop...pop...pop...pop...pop...pop...pop...pop..." My wife's buttocks
and the foreigner's pubic area rubbed against each other, making sounds mixed with her vaginal fluids.

"Oh~~yes~~James, fuck me~~faster~~harder~~"

No wonder he frequents the gym; James has the ability to stand and hold my wife, spreading his legs and using
the power of his buttocks to thrust his penis into my wife's vagina again and again. No wonder my wife loves it so much.

"Oh~~yes~~James, I love you~~I love you fuck me." My wife didn't understand what she was saying
at all ; her mind was blank, she was just enjoying
the pleasurable sensation brought by the penis inside her vagina.

"You have to dress like a prostitute every day and come here for me to fuck."

"Mmm... I'll be like a prostitute, I hope you fuck me every day... Oh..."

"Your cunt is so good at sucking, I can't take it anymore." At this moment, the foreigner increased his speed, and my wife knew he was about to
ejaculate.

"Shoot... Shoot inside... Oh... Oh..." My wife actually wanted him to ejaculate inside her vagina.

"Oh... Mmm... Oh..." The foreigner's voice suddenly became high-pitched and rapid, and jets of
semen , penetrating deep into my wife's core.

"Oh... Oh..." She was trembling all over, but she still desperately contracted and tightened her vaginal opening, as if
she couldn't bear to the foreigner's penis escape.

The foreigner put my wife down, went to the bedside table, pulled out some tissues, and gently wiped his glans, which was covered in my wife
's vaginal fluid. He looked at my wife, her body limp and lifeless on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly bent and her body forming an S-shape. Semen
had run down her round buttocks, leaving a trail. A satisfied smile occasionally appeared on her tired face.

The foreigner had originally intended to have sex with her again, but seeing my wife lying limply on the bed, he thought there would
be other opportunities, and forcing himself on her now wouldn't be exciting enough.

After they both showered, my wife put her clothes back on and folded the leather jacket into a small piece
, putting it in her bag to take with her.

"Don't forget to bring it next time you come!" the foreigner reminded her after seeing her downstairs.

"You're so annoying, giving me clothes like that. If my husband sees it, I'm in big trouble."

The foreigner patted my wife's buttocks and said, "Just be careful, okay!"

The two flirted and teased each other downstairs for a while before finally separating.

The next day, my wife had class, so they didn't meet.

Since my wife didn't go to James's place, he invited a few foreigners from the same building for drinks
. James had just arrived in Taiwan and wanted to make some friends.

They drank quite a bit of beer, and James started to get a little tipsy. Everyone started talking louder and louder. Suddenly,
someone brought up the topic of Taiwanese girls, and everyone enthusiastically started talking about their experiences in Taiwan. However, their
experiences were all with college students or young girls, which they all felt weren't exciting enough.

"What can you do! Students are easier to fool, and they all have a Western-worshipping mentality."

"Yeah, after a few sentences of English conversation, you're pretty much ready to sleep with them."

"More experienced and mature women aren't so easy to hook."

"Maybe they're more experienced and know our size is different, so they don't dare try, haha!"

The group chatted back and forth, one after another…

"How about it! I'll introduce you to a super hot woman sometime." James suddenly interjected
, and everyone's eyes turned to him. The room suddenly fell silent.

Soon the noise started up again. They didn't believe James could have such an opportunity, thinking
he was just bragging. He'd only just arrived in Taiwan, unfamiliar with the place and the people; how could someone so quickly
come knocking on his door especially a married, mature woman?

James, with a smug look on his face, recounted the entire story
to the foreigners, word for word, including his affair with my wife, describing her as a prostitute
.

"So slutty! Really?" some of them still harbored doubts.

Later, regardless of whether it was true or not, everyone's penises were hard, as if they were listening to a pornographic story
.

James spoke with great enthusiasm, but seeing everyone's skepticism, he felt somewhat...
"Okay," James said, "let's make a bet. If this woman is as I describe her, you each pay
me $100."

"Dare we?" This foreigner, true to his stock market ways, even used my wife as a bargaining
chip .

"After seeing her, can we try it out ourselves?" someone couldn't take it anymore.

"That depends on your skills! I can't guarantee anything." James was initially
hesitant , having only met my wife a few times and slept with her once. But after a while, James
spoke again: "Okay! I'll handle everything, but we'll double the bet."

This time, he confidently raised the bet to $200, adding, "If I can't do it,
I'll lose $100 to each of you, okay?"

"Great! Great! It's settled then!" Everyone responded excitedly.

"The gift... um... how about this Friday night! Seeing how eager you all are, let's
cool you down quickly!" James clearly told them the time and chose the location as the
residence of one of the foreigners with a larger apartment.

The group continued to talk about my wife, wanting to learn more about her. They chatted
until 2 a.m. before going home, still drunk and dreaming.

My wife Yu Shan (08)

James hadn't contacted my wife for the past two days, making her itchy, but she was too embarrassed
to contact him.

When I came home from work that night, I saw her walking around the house wearing only a red transparent gauze nightgown. She wasn't wearing anything
underneath , revealing her bare thighs. The color of her areolas, visible through the nightgown, seemed to have darkened a bit, and
I could only see a tuft of black pubic hair below.

"You're dressed like that and you don't even close the curtains!" I glanced at the neighbor across the street.

Before, leaving the curtains open meant no one was watching (at least I never noticed), but recently it seems a new
resident moved in across the street, and I often find him spying on our home. Even without my wife showing her skin, just looking at her mature and beautiful
appearance is a pleasure in itself.

"I don't like the stuffy feeling of being locked up! Besides, no one's watching," I said, but she
didn't listen and continued to bring out the food from the kitchen.

I saw a stew pot in the middle of the table, the broth was dark and thick, and there were a few pieces of pork
ribs . I thought it was probably another pot of "tonic" soup!

"Why did you suddenly think of stewing this again today?" I asked, knowing her intentions but pretending to be serious.

"I see you work so hard every day, so I just wanted to help you recover." She didn't seem shy at all
.

Seeing her dressed like that, of course, I was tempted. After we finished eating, while she was washing the dishes in the kitchen, I
tiptoed over and suddenly lifted her nightgown from behind, startling her.

"Your ass looks delicious."

"Really? Do you want to try it?" She leaned against the counter and raised her ass.

We started doing it in the kitchen.

Suddenly, we heard the phone ringing in the bedroom. It was my wife's cell phone. She wanted to go to the bedroom to answer
it , but she wanted me to keep fucking her, so I pushed her to the bedroom like an ox pushing a cart.

As soon as my wife answered the phone, the voice on the other end said, "Hi! Is my stuff good?" She knew it was James calling as
soon as she heard it , and her expression suddenly became ambiguous.

"Hi! You...you...are delicious~~" My wife was still being fucked by me, so her voice was
a little unnatural.

"What are you doing? Why does your voice sound weird?" James heard my wife's moans
and knew what she was doing.

"Nothing!" My wife thought: Really! It took her so long to think of calling me, and of all times, she chose this
time.

"Want to come over tomorrow night? Let's have some more fun."

"I have class tomorrow night, no way! Ahhh~" I was a little angry listening to their conversation, and I deliberately
pushed harder.

"No way? Then I'll see about 'next week'." The foreigner deliberately emphasized "next week,"
meaning if you don't want to tomorrow, he'll postpone it a bit longer, let's see if you, you slut, can
hold out .

When my wife heard that she had to wait until next week, she was furious! She quickly replied, "Okay! Ahhh~ but
you have to wait until after my class, you have to wait for me! Oh~"

"Okay! See you tomorrow night, and don't forget to bring the gift I gave you. Oh! By the way, tell your husband not to work so
hard, I'll make sure he satisfies you properly tomorrow."

When my wife heard him say that, her whole face turned red, and her body movements became even more seductive,
making .

"Why so fast? I was just getting started." She really wanted me to do it again, but I really
couldn't take it anymore .

She didn't say much all night, only secretly hoping that tomorrow night would come quickly so that James's penis
could satisfy .

As soon as she finished class today, she drove straight to the foreigner's place, her heart filled with desire. As soon as
James opened the door, she eagerly pressed her hot lips to his, then whispered in his ear, "Wait for me
a moment ," before heading to his room.

About ten minutes later, my wife came out, dressed in her leather jacket, her face displaying a sexy and alluring
expression, a seductive pose that completely revealed her needs and desires. James, seeing my wife's
arousal, knew she was full of lust and could have sex with her immediately, but he didn't
intend to, because tonight my wife didn't belong to him alone.

The foreigner then brought out a pair of bright red, patent leather platform high-heeled sandals and put them on my wife.

"Did you buy these?" she asked the foreigner as he helped her put on the shoes.

The shoes did look a bit tacky, with thick 10-centimeter soles, thin heels,
two crisscrossing straps on the instep, and a fairly wide strap around the ankle. Knowing her as I do, I knew she wouldn't
buy shoes like that; in Taiwan, they'd make her look like a betel nut girl, and abroad, like a playboy's playmate.

My wife was wearing those high heels, which perfectly matched her leather jacket. To be honest, James
was almost losing control at this point. A hot woman was standing right in front of him, and he had an urge to...
"Let's see what happens, " she thought, but considering she'd already promised and it was for $800, she decided to hold back. It was

my wife's first time wearing these shoes, and she walked a little awkwardly. She slowly moved closer to the foreigner,
wanting to show how obvious she was, just waiting for his next move. But James only
offered superficial caresses, never truly stimulating her. Just as my wife was about to launch a counter-offensive
, the phone rang…

all part of their plan, of course. James hung up after a few words and
said to my wife, "A few friends invited me to their place for drinks, want to come along?"

"No way! Do you want me, or do you want to go drinking?" My wife was in high spirits and naturally
a little angry.

"Don't be angry! Let's go have a drink first, alcohol can liven things up…" James used
all his sweet talk and persuasion to finally get my wife to agree.

"But I'm already wearing this leather jacket, it's a hassle to take it off and put it back on, but I can't
go !" My wife thought about her outfit.

The foreigner took out a black shirt and had my wife put it on over it: "That way no one can see, and
it's just going upstairs, it's very close."

The shirt was large enough to cover part of her leather jacket, so she wasn't wearing pants.

"Ouch~~ Why did you lock it?" James took out a delicate little padlock, tightened the chain around my wife's
crotch and locked it. Because the chain was pulled a little tight, it touched the sensitive part of her labia, and my wife
shuddered, and her vagina accidentally leaked some vaginal fluid.

The foreigner said it was just for fun, and no one could see, so he took my wife to the elevator upstairs.

"Hoo hoo~~ Hoo hoo~~ Hoo hoo~~ Hoo hoo~~"
The sound of high heels came from the hallway outside the door.

Hearing the sound of high heels hitting the ground easily arouses a man's fantasies, imagining a
swaying figure and a pair of sexy, white feet hidden in the shoes.

(If anyone wants to learn more about Yu Shan, please continue... If anyone wants to share Yu Shan with others, please
let me know.)

Yu Shan, the adulterous wife (09)

"They're here, they're here." The group of foreigners immediately became excited upon hearing the voice. Paul, the owner of the
house , naturally got up to open the door.

"Hi! James, please introduce this beauty next to you!" After looking at my wife's entire body, Paul
focused his gaze on her exposed legs, especially the sexy high heels she was wearing.

When the door opened, my wife smelled a strong masculine scent mixed with the smell of beer.
This kind of masculine scent, especially that of foreigners, easily aroused her. In addition, the foreigners kept looking at
her feet, making her toes curl up shyly.

"This is Rita, and this is the owner, Paul." James introduced my wife and the owner to each other first.

"Hello." My wife was a little embarrassed, feeling that it was impolite to suddenly come to someone's house,
especially since they didn't know each other.

"I'm Richard," "I'm Tony," "I'm Peter," and the others chimed in, each introducing
themselves .

My wife wasn't paying attention to their introductions at all; she was preoccupied with worrying about whether her leather jacket would be visible underneath.
What if these men saw it? That would be incredibly embarrassing…

Actually, my careless wife overlooked one thing: the leather choker around her neck.
The foreigners had clearly seen it, but they didn't want to say anything too soon, treating her like prey to be
slowly toyed with.

The living room was indeed quite large, but with four tall, muscular foreigners standing around,
the space felt somewhat cramped. My wife, who was usually quite proud of her 168cm height, and with her 10cm platform shoes,
easily reaching 178cm, looked rather petite and delicate when surrounded by them.

"They've already drunk quite a bit," my wife said,
turning to .

"Let's all sit down and chat," Paul said, gesturing for everyone to sit. Seeing everyone
so engrossed , the silence seemed a little awkward.

"Oh!" My
wife sat down, the chain tightened, stimulating her genitals. Once seated, the front half of the
chain pressed firmly against her genitals, while the back half was stuck in her buttocks, making her feel uncomfortable.

The foreigners, of course, heard this, but didn't understand why. They assumed my wife
had become aroused so quickly. Only James chuckled secretly.

Having heard James's description, they naturally assumed my wife was easy to handle,
using suggestive language and frequently touching her body, her hands, or thighs.

My wife didn't like beer because it made her want to go to the toilet, but after only a short while, she
had been forced to drink three or four cans, and finally, she needed to go. After locking the toilet door, she realized she'd
forgotten to ask James for the key. Feeling embarrassed to go out and get it, she simply urinated on the chain,
figuring she could wipe it clean with toilet paper later.

My wife went to the toilet two or three more times afterward. Although she carefully wiped
the urine , a little urine and a urine smell remained.

"Hey! Can you guys smell something?" Tony was the first to smell it, and then everyone else sniffed carefully and
indeed, they could faintly smell urine.

"Who didn't clean themselves properly after using the toilet? Confess now!" The foreigners joked with each other.
My wife, however, looked guilty, nervously expressionless.

Finally, everyone realized the smell was coming from my wife's groin. Paul, taking advantage of my wife's
inattention boldly lifted the hem of her shirt. The foreigners all saw the brightly colored,
shiny red leather jacket revealed under the loose shirt, and everyone's eyes lit up.

"How could you do this!" My wife was startled by this sudden action, and
quickly .

My wife had no experience with group sex, so she had no intention of getting involved with these foreigners tonight; she just
wanted to get back to James and enjoy one-on-one sex. James also noticed the situation, but he couldn't very well...
Let's use force! After all, she has a husband, what if we get sued...? Just

as we were wondering what to do, my wife got up to go to the bathroom again.

The foreigners were getting impatient. Peter took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and said, "This
is an aphrodisiac I bought at a pub. It makes women love men more, and men can't refuse them. Why don't we
just..."

James didn't expect anyone to use this method, nor did he expect that such a banned drug was so easy to buy in Taiwan.
After everyone agreed, he didn't say anything.

When my wife came out, she didn't notice anything unusual. The foreigners started asking her to drink again, and she picked up the beer laced with
the aphrodisiac drank it down.

About ten minutes later, the drug started to take effect in my wife's body. At first, she felt hot
and a little stuffy, thinking it was because she had drunk too much. Then, she felt an itchy sensation in several particularly sensitive areas
, like the feeling of being aroused when she desperately needed a man.

My wife gradually lowered her guard due to her physical reactions, her body unconsciously
swaying , which amused the foreigners. Paul, seeing the opportunity, again lifted her
shirt, this time exposing almost her entire lower body.

My wife didn't resist Paul's renewed advances and provocations, only slightly clutching
the buttons . She desperately needed a man to satisfy her, but just one man would suffice;
she was still afraid in front of so many people.

"James, shall we go back quickly?" My wife was barely able to contain her desire and
control her words and actions, hoping to leave before anything happened to avoid any
inappropriate behavior.

"No, everyone's still having a good time, and no one's drunk. It wouldn't be right to leave now!"
James replied casually.

She saw that James showed no sign of leaving, but her body was being assaulted by
waves , and her genitals were constantly secreting fluid. She felt that the area of her shirt pressed against her buttocks was already
a little wet. Unable to control herself, she immediately decided to run to the toilet.

Seeing my wife's anxious and embarrassed actions and expression, they almost burst out laughing. My
careless, silly wife, even in this state, still didn't realize it was a reaction to the aphrodisiac, and kept
blaming herself for not being able to control her sexual desire.

The foreigners had been waiting in the living room for a while, hearing faint moans coming from the toilet.

"Hehe! Let's see what this slut is up to in the toilet." Paul took out a
coin , a smug smile on his face.

"Click!" The group gathered at the toilet door, and Paul used the coin to open the door.

My wife was startled when the door suddenly opened. She was standing on one leg, the other
straddling the toilet seat, legs spread wide. She was rubbing her vulva with one hand and
her breasts with the other.

Seeing several foreigners crowding outside, realizing they had witnessed her obscene actions, she quickly put her foot down and
stood awkwardly by the toilet, head down, too embarrassed to explain. Her hands nervously clenched against
her chest, rubbing them incessantly.

"Rita, what are you doing!" James's voice finally broke the silence. "Why are you in such
a hurry I'll satisfy you when we get back. Why are you...doing it in the toilet?" James
deliberately scolded my wife in an annoyed tone.

Hearing this, my wife was even more at a loss for words,
continuing to her head down, wishing she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

"Since you want it so badly, why don't we take advantage of all these men here and see if they can help
you..."

Upon hearing James's words, my wife immediately cried out in alarm, "No, I don't want to!"
She rushed to James's side and grabbed him, hoping to get her away from there as soon as possible.

James didn't say anything, but instead pulled my wife into his arms and kissed her lips.
Surprisingly, she didn't resist and they kissed passionately in front of everyone. James's hands began to wander restlessly
inside my wife's shirt. The touch of a man's hands on her hot body felt like an electric current
running through her, both pleasurable and comfortable.

"Mmm... James... I want you..." My wife's mind was starting to wander, and she couldn't
control her emotions at all. James dragged my wife to the middle of the living room and took off her shirt
in front .

The drug's effects pushed her to her breaking point, forcing her to abandon her inhibitions and reveal her wanton
side . Her mature, alluring body, captivating figure, and seductive attire completely
exposed her inner lust.

"Big breasts, slim waist, perky butt... what a slut!"

"This woman is definitely sexy. Look, her areolas are so dark and large, they can't even
cover ."

"And... and that tuft of pubic hair down there is also dark and thick, covered in her juices."

"This kind of clothing is meant for a woman like this to really shine. James, you have great taste."

"Her skills and techniques are definitely better than those young girls. We'll see how she performs in

a moment." My wife heard what the foreigners were saying, but she didn't know whether to call it praise or
insult. Anyway, things had come to this point, and she didn't have the energy to argue. All she could think
about was finding a man to satisfy her current physical needs.

My wife's first thought was James, of course. She knelt down and helped him pull down his pants, stroking his already erect penis
through his underwear.

"Wow! The show's about to begin!" The other foreigners, seeing my wife's lewd behavior, all cheered with excitement.

Paul first stood to my wife's right, grabbing her right hand and placing it against his crotch. Then, when Richard
also walked to my wife's left, James kindly took my wife's left hand and gave it to Richard. At this point, my wife
had no choice but to quickly use her mouth to service James.

"Hey, you guys come over here too! This woman has a big appetite." James grabbed my wife's head, already...
"Quickly shove half of your penis into her mouth.

" "Ugh...ugh..." My wife felt uncomfortable because the penis was pressing against her throat.

"Listen, Rita is calling you over."

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." With James's penis in her mouth, she kept glancing back and forth at Paul and Richard with seductive
eyes , seemingly demanding that they take their penises out of their pants.

Soon, the foreigners had completely stripped off their clothes, each revealing their muscular physiques, but what
embarrassed my wife the most were those long penises.

My wife knelt there, surrounded by them, her hands and mouth almost constantly moving, practically
inseparable from the penises. Everyone looked down at her white, polished fingers, painted with shiny black nail polish,
busy stroking their penises, which were then sucked deep into her luscious red lips and throat.

"This woman is really something." The foreigners watched her perform so diligently, each with a lewd smile on their face
.

"You slutty bitch, go lie down over there." Paul told my wife to lie down on the rectangular tea table.

"Ugh...ugh..." Although my wife pretended to shake her head, she had no intention of resisting,
so she was pushed and pulled by the group to sit on the tea table.

Paul made my wife's head hang down over the edge of the table so that his penis could be inserted into her mouth. My wife
held Tony's and Peter's penises with both hands, while six other hands were rubbing her breasts at the same time.

Seeing my wife's legs twisting and turning, James quickly ran to the door to
get . He and Richard each helped my wife put one on. Her fair toes were also painted with black nail polish, which,
combined with the red sandal straps, made her look incredibly sexy.

James grabbed the heel of one of my wife's shoes and squeezed his penis between her foot and the sole. The base of his
penis rubbed back and forth against her sole, making her feel itchy. Her foot arched and then straightened. Richard
bent my wife's legs, pressing her calves tightly against her thighs, squeezing the knees into the shape of a vagina, and used it as
a vagina penetration.

"Ah... ooh... ooh..." Several hands were caressing my wife's body at the same time, and her whole body was almost
curled up into a ball.

The foreigner's caresses brought continuous pleasure to various parts of my wife's body, and her vaginal fluid kept flowing out, but
she still had a somewhat empty and unsatisfied feeling because her vagina was still blocked by the chain.

"Ooh... James... ooh... James..." My wife took advantage of the moment when the penis was pulled out of her mouth to
call out James intermittently, and tried to spread her thighs as wide as possible, trying to raise her buttocks.

"Little slut, what do you want to do?" James, of course, understood my wife's intention.

"Oh ooh..." With a penis still inserted in her mouth, she couldn't speak at all, and could only make whimpering sounds.

James had just unlocked the lock with his key when Richard immediately reached out and tightened the chain, pressing it
between her labia. The labia, already spread apart, appeared even more swollen and plump.

"Ahhh...no..." My wife, startled by the sudden pull, arched her back in excitement, while the foreigners
laughed.

Suddenly, James shuddered and ejaculated. Because my wife had pressed his penis
too tightly in her excitement, James ejaculated directly between her feet and the soles of her shoes. He then used his fingers to scoop out the semen
and made my wife lick it clean.

"Wow...what a sexy mouth! This woman is so attractive." My wife was sucking on
James's fingers.

Then Tony and Peter came to my wife's feet, their fingers penetrating her wet
vulva . Peter repeatedly pinched my wife's clitoris with his fingers, pulling the tender clitoris until it was limp and spread open at the vaginal opening
. The labia opened and closed with the contraction of the vaginal opening.

Zhang Cheng's thighs, shaped like an M, were braced against the edge of the table by his heels. He used his waist to move his body towards his feet
, his buttocks swaying in sync with the foreigners' fingers. My wife's lustful nature was aroused to the point of being
uncontrollable . With the added effect of the aphrodisiac, it felt as if millions of ants were crawling inside her body.

"Please...please...come in..." My wife moaned pleadingly from time to time.

"Who wants to go first with this bitch?" The foreigners suddenly stopped their actions.

Yu Shan (10)

They finally came up with a solution, which was to have Yu Shan turn around like a turtle lying down, and whoever her buttocks pointed at
would go first. As a result, the first one she pointed at was James, but James had just ejaculated, so he automatically
asked to turn around again. After she was turned around like this twice, her buttocks were facing Tony's penis.

"It's me. This slut really knows how to pick. She wants the biggest one first." That's right, Tony's penis was the biggest among
these people, but Yu Shan probably didn't choose it on purpose.

"This table is too low." Tony told her to kneel on the sofa.

"Damn! Lift your ass up a bit." He had barely finished speaking when, "Ooh~~
Oh~~" a huge penis shoved directly into her cunt, all the way in. The sofa fabric was
twisted and gripped tightly by her fingers.

"Great, this slut's cunt can actually fit my whole penis, so tight and elastic."

"Don't be nervous, I think you can fit two at once without any problem." Tony let Yu Shan's vagina get used
to the size of his penis before he started thrusting.

"Oh~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Oh... Ugh~~ Ugh~~" Yu Shan had only groaned a few times when her mouth was immediately
covered by Peter's penis again.

The harder Tony's penis thrust between her buttocks, the tighter Yu Shan's mouth held it, her hands still
tightly gripping the base of Peter's penis.

"Ugh... Ohhh..." Yu Shan was both excited and agitated, her whole body
swaying back and forth in sync with Tony's thrusting movements.

Then Tony flipped her onto her side and continued to pound into her, pulling up one of her long, beautiful legs and
licking the back of her calf with his tongue. Yu Shan was naturally unbearably itchy from the licking, and her flawless white leg,
clad in high heels, twisted and swayed in mid-air.

The others watched from the sidelines, some sitting and some standing, their hands not idle either. Each of them rubbed their own
penises, keeping them ready for action. Some reached into their leather jackets, while others squeezed Yu Shan's
breasts. Soon, her leather jacket was completely stripped off, leaving only the leather belt around her neck, because they felt that this...
"That's pretty sexy.

" "Ahhh... ooh..." Yu Shan moaned continuously, her naked, fair skin flushed
red and glistening with sweat. Her full breasts were covered in red handprints and scratches, and her nipples
were hard and erect from being bitten repeatedly.

"Alright, almost done, almost done... oh... oh... yes..." Tony had
been at it for almost twenty minutes.

"Ah... oh... oh..." Tony ejaculated. He knew Yu Shan's preferences, so
he didn't hold back ejaculated directly inside her vagina.

"Ahhh... um... um..." The semen that surged deep into Yu Shan's uterus sent waves of warmth
through her like a long-awaited rain after a drought.

"Come on! Lick it clean, don't waste it."

Yu Shan's expression was somewhat alluring as she stuck out her tongue and licked the semen off the penis
clean, bite by bite. After licking Tony's penis, she lay panting on the sofa, one leg still draped over the back of the chair,
unwilling to move. The semen Tony had just ejaculated inside her was slowly flowing out of her open vagina.

"Damn! How much is that? Tony, how long has it been since you last released?" Peter said, and he
and lifted her onto the table.

"Let's start turning!" This time it was Paul's turn.

Seeing that the semen Tony had just ejaculated inside was still flowing, Paul took the initiative to put on a condom. He first used
his penis to scrape some semen from the bottom up at the entrance of Yu Shan's vagina, and then made her
lick . Only then did Yu Shan see that his penis was wearing a condom, and she felt a little humiliated and ashamed.

Paul sat on the sofa, his erect penis pointing high. Yu Shan glanced at him with alluring eyes,
then leaned on the edge of the table to get up, turning her back to him. She touched and grasped his penis, aiming the glans at her
vulva to slowly sit down, but Paul grabbed her waist and hips with both hands and pulled her down, burying his entire penis
between her plump buttocks.

"Ouch!" Yu Shan exclaimed again.

Because Paul was comfortably reclining on the sofa with his legs spread, she had to keep her legs together and half-bent between his
. Wearing thick-soled high-heeled sandals made her movements very awkward, and she almost
twisted her ankle several times. So she braced herself on Paul's thighs and tried to shift her weight to her hips.

Paul watched her beautiful body, glistening with sweat, and vigorously thrust up and down. He didn't need
to exert ; he just occasionally thrust in rhythm with her, which actually gave Yu Shan even more pleasure.

"
Ohh

...

Exhausted, Yu Shan collapsed onto Paul's lap. After being penetrated by two large penises, her lower body
was swollen and uncomfortable, yet a burning, itchy sensation persisted within her. She didn't know why
this was happening.

"No need to turn around anymore. Now let's see who wants to go first."

"My turn," Peter said, watching from the sidelines, almost unable to resist any longer.

He lifted Yu Shan's buttocks with both hands, forcing her to kneel on the sofa. "No! It will hurt..."
Yu Shan knew, of course, that another penis was about to be inserted. She wanted it but was afraid to accept it.

Peter ignored her, spreading her buttocks apart with his hands. From behind, Yu Shan's wet
, throbbing vulva pulsated, her labia red and swollen, her clitoris undulating and hanging at
the tip of her vagina.

Peter bent down, first kneading her clitoris with his fingers, then sucking it into his mouth and swirling it around with
his tongue . "Ahhhhhhh!" The pain and pleasure were so intense that Yu Shan didn't know what to do . "Fuck me! Hurry up and come in ..." Yu Shan finally

couldn't resist the effects of the drug and
urged him impatiently. " Yoh ... Peter then had Yu Shan lie on her side and continued thrusting. Pleasure surged from her lower body, and her body's natural reaction caused Yu Shan's legs to dangle tightly together, swinging wildly off the sofa. James saw Yu Shan's beautiful legs swaying before his eyes with Peter's thrusting movements, and her bright, sexy red high heels, which made him unable to restrain himself any longer. He moved closer to Yu Shan's feet, and in the chaos, removed her high heels. He grabbed her toes with one hand and her heels , forcing her legs together to clamp his penis. When his penis was withdrawn, the edge of the glans had to rub against the flesh between her feet, a sensation that particularly excited James. The feeling of his penis thrusting in and out of Yu Shan's delicate feet was no different from that of a tender vagina. "Oh, Rita, your feet are so well-maintained," James repeatedly praised Yu Shan's meticulously cared-for feet.

Tonight, James seemed particularly interested in Yu Shan's beautiful feet. No wonder he thought of buying such sexy
high heels for his wife; the leather jacket and heels were both red—he must have a particular fondness for fiery
red.

Suddenly, Yu Shan remembered her status as a married woman, yet Peter's penis was inserted into her vagina,
and James's penis was clamped between her legs. Her husband should be fast asleep in bed by now, and
why here having sex with several foreigners? The thought of her own behavior made her feel ashamed.
She didn't know why she was so despicable and lewd, especially tonight when her libido was particularly strong…

Feeling ashamed was one thing, but she couldn't simply refuse now that things had come to this point. Physical
satisfaction and pleasure were her most pressing needs tonight, so she decided to stop worrying.

Peter's thrusting began to accelerate, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly. She knew
the penis was about to ejaculate, while James's penis continued to stroke her legs, his grip on her feet
revealing a look of ecstasy.

Suddenly, a blinding white light flashed in the dim light. Yu Shan saw that Paul was holding a
small at her, the flash going off incessantly. Yu Shan hurriedly covered her face with her hands, but the lens continued
to snap photos of her entire body, including close-up shots of her chest, genitals, and legs.

"No... stop taking pictures! What are you doing... stop it!" Yu Shan was completely flustered
and didn't know what to do.

"Ah... oh..." Just then, Peter ejaculated, a
warm flow . Peter released some semen inside her, and after withdrawing his penis, a few drops dripped onto Yu Shan's waist
, slowly flowing down her abdomen.

"Mmm...mmm..." Her curled-up body convulsed repeatedly, and she gasped for breath. Yu Shan
was almost paralyzed, but James continued to pull her legs. Of course, this scene was
captured by Paul's camera.

Soon, James also ejaculated on Yu Shan's feet. James used his hands to smear the thick semen all over her
feet , and when he spread her toes, you could see the sticky semen between them.

Yu Shan's pleasure was gradually weakening, and even her sense of touch was becoming somewhat dulled. So when Richard's
penis entered her vagina, she didn't react very obviously, but it didn't matter much to Richard; he just missed
the sound of Yu Shan's moans.

Yu Shan quietly let Richard stir inside her vagina. She turned over when Richard told her to, and
lifted her legs when he told her to. Everything she did was in accordance with Richard's movements, but her mind was a mess, still thinking about
the photos Paul had taken.

"What if he posts the photos? Will he use them to blackmail me?" Yu Shan's
mood soured at the thought, and she felt a pang of fear.

"Probably not! He probably just wants to see them himself!" Yu Shan tried to think
positively to calm herself.

Richard quickly pulled his penis out of her vagina and ejaculated onto Yu Shan's breasts.
He then rubbed his hands, mixing the semen with his own, onto her full breasts, making them appear exceptionally smooth
and supple .

After a fierce battle, Yu Shan sat weakly on the floor, leaning against the sofa, a
helpless expression on her face. Her eyes remained fixed on Paul, and when their eyes met, Paul returned a slight
smile .

Several foreigners, already dressed, gathered around the table, loudly discussing the pleasures of having sex with my wife. Each of
them wore satisfied smiles as they drank beer, their words accompanied by gestures. Only Yu Shan seemed
lost in thought.

It was getting late, and everyone packed up to go back to their own houses, making sure to tease my wife
a couple of times before leaving. James first helped Yu Shan put on her shirt, then, carrying her leather jacket and high heels in one hand
and supporting helped her out of Paul's house.

"Rita, you'll contact me again, right?" Paul seemed very confident,
handing Yu Shan a slip of paper with his phone number.

Back at James's house, Yu Shan almost burst into tears, but she held them back. She didn't
blame James, because she didn't know she'd been drugged to have such a heightened libido, so she blamed
everything on her inability to control herself.

Yu Shan was usually a very independent woman; no one could stop
her from doing what she wanted, and no one could force her to do what she didn't want to do. She loved seeking new and exciting experiences, rarely admitted defeat, and was
very independent. However, she was also a very fickle woman; one day she might be one way, but the next she might change
her mind .

When we first started living together, I was completely baffled by her; I really
couldn't understand . Later, after watching some astrology shows, I realized that Yu Shan was a typical Gemini
. There was nothing I could do, so I gradually changed my expectations of her, letting her do whatever she wanted.

Yu Shan lay down in James's living room for a while, then dragged her tired body into the bathroom to shower. The
dried semen on her body became astringent when it came into contact with the hot water, requiring vigorous scrubbing to remove.
Some of the dried, yellowish semen even had a few brown male pubic hairs stuck to it. After showering, she
carefully checked every inch of her skin in the mirror before getting dressed. When

my wife came out of the shower, she saw James sprawled on the bed, asleep. She initially wanted to ask
James to talk to Paul, but then changed her mind because she didn't know how to bring it up. So
she left without waking him.

She got home after 4 a.m. I vaguely heard the sound of the door lock opening, but she wasn't sleeping in
bed ; I only knew she went into the bedroom to change into her pajamas.

The next morning, after I got up, I saw her clothes from yesterday scattered messily on the floor. I picked up her bra and smelled
it; the lingering scent in the cups was different. She had showered somewhere else.
It was obvious what would make her shower outside.

I went to the living room and saw her sleeping soundly, looking exhausted. I thought to myself that she must have had exciting and
intense sex with foreigners last night, but I didn't know how many. (

Cuckolded Wife Yu Shan (11))

When she woke up, she told me she'd gone to karaoke with friends the night before. She came back too late and was afraid of waking me, so
she slept in the living room.

She was quiet and withdrawn all day, and her gait was strange and unnatural. She wouldn't
go out with me, so we just stayed home watching TV all day. I kept stealing glances at her; she
was staring blankly at the TV screen, seemingly lost in thought.

Of course, whenever she went out to cheat, she'd be like this the same day or the next, probably
worried about being caught, or maybe the man satisfied her physical desires, making her
want to relive experience.

But this time, it was definitely because of Paul. She thought it was just a casual fling, a mutual agreement where everyone was
happy, so she never imagined things would turn out this way.

Several days have passed. She's holding the note Paul gave her, looking at the phone number on it,
unsure whether to call, and if so, how to talk to him. She's been hesitant, and the small piece of paper
is almost crumpled up.

Things couldn't be delayed any longer. If Paul leaked the photos, it would be a serious matter.
After much deliberation, Yu Shan finally made the call.

My wife wanted to settle things with Paul in person, and he agreed, agreeing
to meet at a bar on Shuangcheng Street as suggested.

That night, Yu Shan wore a very tight black sheer short-sleeved top, revealing a black
lace . The low-cut V-neckline exposed a deep cleavage, exuding a seductive and alluring charm.
She wore a leopard-print mini skirt that barely covered her buttocks. As she bent over to put on her shoes, I, sitting
on the living room sofa, could see her snow-white, alluring buttocks and black lace panties peeking out from behind her skirt.

Her makeup was also heavier than usual, and her white hands and feet were painted with glittery nail polish, paired with
gold-bronze strappy high-heeled sandals. Any man seeing my wife's figure and such a hot
outfit would inevitably get an erection.

My mind conjured up images of her being ogled by other men, even having her skirt lifted and her underwear
pulled down … I made a decision then and there: tonight I would follow her to see what it was like,
to satisfy my fantasies and curiosity.

She didn't drive herself; she hailed a taxi. When the car's headlights shone on her, her yellow-orange body and bra were visible through the sheer
black fabric.

I hailed a taxi and followed her. The taxi stopped in front of the Tongyi Hotel. I watched her get out,
make a phone call, and then turn into an alley and enter a rather inconspicuous bar.

The bar wasn't large, with at most ten small tables and a bar counter. The lighting was dim, so Yu
Shan didn't attract much attention when she first entered. She peeked inside. Paul was sitting at
the bar counter at her. She swayed her hips as she passed through the tables in the middle. Several customers finally noticed this
sexy and fiery woman and began to peer in. Those who were near the table she passed admired her
alluring figure from head to toe.

I ordered a beer and sat quietly in a corner, glancing around.
The air was thick with smoke under the lights, and almost all the men were foreigners, with a few Asian women mingling with them.
The music and conversations were a bit noisy.

Yu Shan sat on a bar stool, her heels gripping the footrest, her skirt slipping down to her thighs
, revealing her smooth, white thighs and buttocks, which became even more prominent under the bar's spotlights, drawing
everyone's attention.

I watched her talk to Paul; her attitude and demeanor were quite forceful, and
she frequently showed displeasure. After about half an hour of conversation, I saw Yu Shan grip her wine glass tightly and
nod reluctantly, as if agreeing to some request from Paul.

I felt a mix of suspicion and anxiety, wondering what kind of agreement they had reached. I started
fantasizing about men and women, and somehow, my penis became erect.

"Everyone! Everyone! Please listen to me!" Paul spun around on his high stool, addressing everyone
loudly , "You've all noticed the hot lady sitting next to me, haven't you?"

"Yaaaaaa!" Everyone cheered.

When I saw Yu Shan turn in our direction, I quickly lowered my head. Seeing she hadn't noticed, I
slowly raised my head again, covering my cheeks with my hands.

Her upright posture accentuated her round breasts, and her crossed legs forced everyone
to look directly at her. She exuded confidence, a bold and unrestrained air, showcasing her stunning
figure .

"Our Miss Rita is hoping a gentleman will buy her a drink..." Paul's words
were barely out when someone raised their hands in agreement.

"Don't rush! Don't rush!" Paul continued, "Of course, our bold Miss Rita will also give
this gentleman a mysterious gift."

Guests with female companions were less arrogant, while those without companions glared at him
with predatory eyes, all highly excited.

Paul first quieted everyone down, then counted down: "1...2...3!" When he said 3, almost
everyone raised their hands simultaneously.

Paul pointed to a slightly balding foreigner, who excitedly stood up, raising his fists
as if he had won a championship, a lewd smile on his face—a classic example of a lecherous man. Yu
Shan's gaze had initially been fixed on the floor in front of her, but now she shifted her eyes to meet the foreigner's.

The foreigner, holding his drink, swaggered to the bar, leaning his elbow on the bar
counter .
He beckoned to the bartender, "Look at this sexy lady, or should I call you 'Madam'? What would you like to drink?" Judging from Yu Shan's mature figure and attire, "Madam" seemed more appropriate.

The foreigner took Yu Shan's small hand, letting her order her own drink. His hand restlessly caressed the back of her hand,
and Yu Shan generously extended her hand for him to hold.

"It's up to you! See what you want to buy me," my wife
said to him in a surprisingly gentle yet slightly provocative tone.

From the moment the foreigner walked to the bar, the only sound in the entire bar was the blues music.
Everyone was staring intently at their conversation, and I was just as attentive, watching their every word
and action .

Upon hearing her comment, the foreigner unceremoniously ordered her a Long Island Iced Tea.

"You're so naughty! Why order such a strong drink for someone? What if she gets drunk?" Yu Shan
teased the foreigner in a flirtatious tone, and the foreigner excitedly gave my wife a lecherous smile.

A short while later, the bartender brought the mixed drink. The foreigner handed it to my wife and raised his
glass to toast her. "Let's toast this beautiful and sexy lady first," he said, taking a sip with Yu Shan first, then
with Paul, and introducing themselves.

"Charles, thank you for the drink," Yu Shan also proactively raised her glass to the foreigner.

Afterwards, everyone was still full of anticipation, extremely curious about this mysterious gift.

I was equally curious, because she was only carrying a small purse; what could this mysterious
gift be?

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The Adulterous Wife Yu Shan

Author: Green Light Guest

The Adulterous Wife Yu Shan (12)

"Rita, you've drunk the wine they offered you, shouldn't you 'take out' the gift now
?" Paul deliberately said "take out" very loudly.

I saw Yu Shan pause for a moment, take a deep breath, pick up the Long Island Iced Tea on the table, and
drink one gulp. She calmed herself down, and slowly reached her hands under her skirt, hooking her thumbs onto
the belt of her underwear. Although she had tried her best to appear open and had prepared herself mentally, she
still hesitated to take off her obscene underwear in front of everyone.

It turned out that the exchange she had agreed on with Paul was that Yu Shan would play the role of a bold, lewd, and wanton woman tonight
. Although she didn't need to have sex with these men, she at least had to make them think that Yu Shan was such
a woman.

Yu Shan noticed Charles's expression; he was deeply attracted by her action, his eyes fixed on
the triangle between her bare thighs and groin. Yu Shan realized her skirt had been pulled down even higher, revealing glimpses of pubic hair
at the edge of . She knew Charles was staring intently, but she made no
attempt to hide it, because she felt a strange, inexplicable pleasure from having her private parts looked at like that.

Her vulva gradually became wet, a damp line appearing where her panties clung to her vaginal opening. Her
high heels clicked on the floor, her buttocks slightly raised, and everyone watched as she pulled her black panties down from under her skirt, sliding them
down her smooth thighs until they were rolled up and hanging on her right ankle.

Yu Shan boldly extended her right leg in front of Charles, her toes still twitching inside her sandals, as if
inviting Charles to remove the panties from her leg himself.

Charles peered down from her feet to her thighs, seeing that Yu Shan dared to boldly expose her most private
parts without any sense of shame. "My wife is so provocative, her behavior so bold and open,
" Charles thought, looking at her sexy outfit. "This woman is definitely a slut." Even Yu Shan's thick,
dark pubic hair was considered a sign of strong sexual desire.

Since that was the case, Charles no longer needed to pretend to be polite. He held Yu Shan's fleshy feet, carefully admiring each sexy
toe to her ankle, his face almost pressed against the instep. Finally, he brought his nose to smell Yu
Shan's feet.

"What a pair of sexy, beautiful feet! The scent of feet mixed with the smell of leather, ah, so exciting!"
Charles focused intently on playing with Yu Shan's feet, not forgetting to offer a few compliments.

The people present were also excited by their provocative actions, with some occasionally whistling to cheer them on
.

"Charles, don't touch my feet like that! It's...itchy~" Yu Shan twisted her feet, cupping her
calves with both hands. Charles continued to play with her fleshy feet, seemingly without any intention of stopping.
Unsure what to do, she could only let him do as he pleased.

Although Charles was only playing with Yu Shan's feet, her vagina reacted
with an unbearable tingling and itching, giving her a strong urge to take further action.

Paul, watching Yu Shan's lewd expression as Charles played with her, couldn't tell if she was
faking it or not. Unable to bear Yu Shan's seductive behavior, Paul's own erection
grew increasingly aroused .

"Charles, have you had enough?" Paul finally intervened to stop him.

Charles, like a child throwing a tantrum, reluctantly pulled
the panties from Yu Shan's ankles. He even took the opportunity to remove her high-heeled sandals, groping her a few more times before slipping
them back onto her toes.

Charles displayed Yu Shan's sexy panties for everyone to see; a wet stain ran down
the middle of , a mark everyone knew was left by Yu Shan's vulva, eliciting
chuckles.

Charles finally returned to his seat. I noticed his gait was strange; it was his erect penis
causing the commotion.

Everyone thought the show was over and started chatting about my wife, but
I noticed a few single men still staring at Yu Shan, knowing she was naked and
her miniskirt was incredibly short, implying there was more to see.

Paul whispered something in Yu Shan's ear, and then I saw her get up and leave her seat, heading into
the restroom. After exchanging a few words with the bartender, Paul got up and headed towards the restroom.

I saw a sign outside indicating that the restroom was unisex. Paul…

Yu Shan hadn't even locked the door, knowing Paul would be coming in soon. Paul closed
the door behind him, but deliberately left it ajar,
making the light from the restroom particularly bright in the dimly lit bar.

Because it was unisex, the space inside seemed larger than a regular restroom. Paul was behind
the door , so we couldn't see him; all you could see was my wife's side profile. Yu Shan squatted down first.
Her entire fair thigh was exposed, even the flesh of her buttocks was visible. Her hands were outstretched in front of her, her arms swinging
back and forth, her head moving in sync. It was clear she was performing oral sex on Paul.

A short while later, Yu Shan stood up, immediately removing her top and bra, her hands cupping the lower edges of
her breasts . Now everyone saw Paul's lips, pouting like suction cups, tightly gripping Yu Shan's
nipples.

What a slut! Even I felt that way about her, let alone others.

Yu Shan's lips parted slightly; she had already begun to seduce, pinching and kneading her breasts.

Unbearable! Not only could Yu Shan herself not withstand the continuous teasing and caresses from the man, but even we, the onlookers,
couldn't contain ourselves.

Yu Shan turned around, one hand on the wall, leaning forward, sticking out her buttocks, the other hand reaching behind her back towards her buttocks
. Soon I saw her head droop, looking back, her brows furrowed. Then her body began to be pushed forward and backward, her two
full, elastic breasts jiggling incessantly.

Completely naked except for a miniskirt and high-heeled sandals—the skirt practically
nonexistent , already pulled up by Paul and wrapped around Yu Shan's waist.

Am I sick? The woman before me, with a penis inserted into her from behind, completely naked,
moaning incessantly, was my wife, Yu Shan, my wife… But I
felt no anger, only a strange excitement, especially seeing her
having sex with another man in front of so many people.

I also observed her expression, noticing no shyness or embarrassment, completely
enjoying the orgasm and pleasure the man's penis brought her, actively responding and accepting.

Perhaps this is our true selves, bound by morality and norms, each hiding
our .

In full view of everyone, the two finally finished their lovemaking. Paul opened the door and went back to his
seat . About ten minutes later, my wife followed him out. She was probably dealing with the semen that had been ejaculated inside her,
because she had no clothing covering her under her skirt.

After they sat back down, they each ordered a large drink, looking very thirsty.

Why were Paul and the bartender getting so engrossed in their conversation? They were probably talking about my wife again, while she just
listened quietly. Actually, Paul was a regular here, so he knew the bartender well. The bartender was also
the owner , which was why he dared to so boldly occupy the restroom and openly have sex with my wife.

"Rita, what do you think of the owner?" Paul suddenly asked my wife.

"The owner? The owner is great! Especially your bartending skills are excellent." Yu Shan naturally answered and praised him a few times.

Then it was Yu Shan's turn to talk to the owner. My wife was very interested in and curious about new things
, so she kept asking the owner about his bartending techniques and then exchanging experiences of tasting red wine, getting more and more excited as they talked.

Yu Shan was engrossed in her conversation with the bartender. When he offered to demonstrate his skills, Yu Shan, wanting to see
the drinks and props behind the bar, practically leaned forward, exposing her bare buttocks beneath her skirt.

As she watched his performance, she felt a warm hand touch her previously cool buttocks,
realizing she wasn't wearing underwear. She knew Paul was deliberately showing off, so she let him do as he pleased, allowing his
hand to caress her soft, full buttocks.

When the bartender finally finished, Yu Shan politely applauded in thanks and sat down.

"Rita, the bartender's been putting on such a show, shouldn't you take the initiative... huh?"
Paul seemed to be hinting at something.

"Ugh, you men all think the same thing!" Yu Shan, of course, understood his implication.

The bartender was Taiwanese, around forty years old, with a mustache. Having spent
a lot of time with foreigners here, his thinking was quite open.

"Boss, tell me, am I sexy?" Yu Shan began to tease the boss's desire.

"Will I arouse you?" Yu Shan always asked this kind of question, and the boss's answer naturally
pleased her.

"Tell me quickly, how big is your thing down there?" Yu Shan's words became increasingly explicit, and she
even licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, making a lewd and ambiguous face.

"That depends on the situation!" The boss took a step back so that Yu Shan could see the bulge in his crotch. Yu
Shan's charming eyes, coupled with her teasing words, made the boss unable to restrain himself.

"Wow~~ It looks like your thing is quite hot, do you want me to help you cool it down?" Yu
Shan put her sexy middle finger in her mouth and licked it.

The boss certainly couldn't miss this unexpected good fortune. He glanced at Paul, who pretended to be helpless and
nodded in agreement. Only after receiving Paul's response did the boss finally let go of his reservations.

"Should I come over now?" Yu Shan, with an alluring posture, swayed her hips in her high heels and walked around behind the bar. My
wife, without a word, immediately knelt before the boss, and Yu Shan's figure disappeared behind the bar.

However, I saw that the boss's expression was very excited. Needless to say, my wife
was very ; oral sex was just a warm-up.

Originally, Paul only wanted my wife to give the boss oral sex, and the boss also only wanted that,
but later, because Yu Shan herself was excited and couldn't stop, she instead tempted the boss by exposing her genitals
, wanting him to have sex with her.

Seeing that Yu Shan's sexual desire was high and she was extremely wanton, the boss went along with her wishes and thrust his penis into her genitals hard,
pumping rapidly inside her. Yu Shan kept moaning, her body swaying violently. Paul, witnessing my wife's
behavior , felt both love and fear. He finally understood that Yu Shan was a woman who was easily aroused and sexually unsatisfied.

So I'll turn a blind eye and let her have sex with other men outside, because I understand
her and love her, and I can't bear to see her in a state of unsatisfied sexual life.

It's late, and I watched them leave the bar arm in arm.

Since I've already followed them out tonight and truly seen some of Yu Shan's true psychological state, I want to see
if I can learn more about her past and find common ground in her behavior to
maintain peaceful marital relationship.

I saw Yu Shan get into a car and Paul walk to his car; this is the perfect opportunity, isn't it? I quickened my pace...
As I approached, Paul was startled by my sudden appearance, thinking it was a robbery. When I revealed my identity
, he was even more surprised and speechless with fear.

He was a high-ranking executive sent to Taiwan by the American headquarters of a well-known company, holding a significant position. If he
were to have a romantic entanglement here with a married woman, he could face legal trouble. In that case, he
would certainly be disciplined by the headquarters, possibly even dismissed.

Seeing his wariness, I feared he might not tell the truth later, so I
clearly guaranteed that I would not file any charges against him or anyone else involved. On the contrary, if he refused to tell
the truth, I would take legal action against him.

We sat in a nearby coffee shop, and he recounted the
entire , especially the description of my wife's sexual encounters. I asked him to be more specific, and he also
repeated what James had told them, which he had overheard from Denny, ensuring I fully understood
everything from the start.

However, there was one thing he didn't tell the truth about, which was their lewd use of aphrodisiacs, because
that was illegal, so he didn't dare to say it.

In order to minimize his own guilt, he also attributed it all to my wife actively seducing
them , while they were passive, saying that my wife had a strong sex drive and that one man alone was not enough, as if
he was also pleading for my wife.

His description was exactly what I thought, which is why I wanted to understand more and find
a good solution.

When I got home, Yu Shan was still taking a shower in the bathroom. When I thought about the scene at the bar tonight and
the process Paul described, my little guy got hard again, so I took advantage of the fact that she had already had several pleasures outside tonight,
and made up mine, so that she would have a night of continuous orgasms.

So I took my proud penis and went into the bathroom and treated her like a prostitute, and fucked her
cunt properly.

It seemed to work, and that night we both got unprecedented satisfaction and pleasure.

Yu Shan (13)

A few days later, Yu Shan told me that she had quit her job at the English Center and wanted to rest at home for a while.

That very day, I told her what I knew. Her face changed drastically upon hearing it; she almost cried
.

She said that was why she had resigned, determined to break free from her entanglement with the foreigner and readjust her
life .

I told her I didn't blame her at all; instead, I comforted her, telling her it
was innate, and that we should cooperate and tolerate each other to continue building our marriage.

I also expressed my own feelings: there was no right or wrong in this matter. As long as we were honest with each other, didn't
deceive each other, found a workable solution, and built a tacit understanding, our
life might become more interesting.

At first, she kept her head down, listening quietly like a child who had done something wrong. Only after I
explained gradually join the conversation.

We talked all night, finally reaching some principles and understandings, which we both agreed to abide by
and cooperate with.

After reaching a conclusion, our conversation became quite explicit and playful, like a couple flirting and
teasing . We even fell asleep exhausted after making love, which further confirmed that our decision was correct.

Our agreement wasn't written down; it was entirely based on our conscience and existed
in our hearts. I've summarized it as follows: When she can't get the satisfaction she needs from me, I allow her
to have sex with other men, but this must not interfere with other couples' relationships or disrupt family harmony. As for
the men, I assume her taste isn't too bad, so I have no requirements.

From now on, I will no longer restrict her clothing; instead, she should buy more sexy clothes, especially
if I make any requests, she must comply with my wishes.

She also agrees to let me have sex with other women, which I'll only use as a backup plan.

Before engaging in sexual activity outside of our marriage, both of us must take all necessary precautions.

Neither of us should refuse the other without reason when we need each other.

The final agreement is that unless both of us agree, there will be no coercive behavior, and neither of us will
harm or damage the other's body or reputation.

Lately, she's been staying home and rarely goes out, occasionally taking on translation work at home. Although
she's staying home, she seems happy every day, without the previous worries and pressures bothering her.

Every weekend, we go shopping together, picking out some "pretty" clothes. Sometimes, if I
see something I like, I'll buy it for her too. Actually, she doesn't need much of my effort to train her; she naturally enjoys
dressing up beautifully and sexily, showing off her confident and alluring figure and mature, voluptuous body.

Initially, we chose to make love on the balcony because my wife doesn't like to draw the curtains, so
people from the opposite apartment often spied on us. I used to remind her, but now I let her
walk . Occasionally, when she's aroused, she's willing to make love with me on the balcony. She can lean on the balcony railing, letting me
penetrate her from behind, watching her moan and sway her breasts towards the opposite side. I'm sure someone is watching us
make love .

We also like to go to Starbucks for coffee. They have those tables by the floor-to-ceiling windows where you sit facing outwards, with
the space below completely open. We drink coffee together, secretly observing passersby to see if anyone notices Yu Shan's
alluring figure.

Since our agreement, she's been quite chaste, probably
scared off . She seems to have toned it down a bit, unless I ask her to. She also spends more time at home, and
I get worried about her rarely going out.

I kindly bought her a few pornographic DVDs so she could watch them when she's bored at home. She called me
a pervert always buy her things like incestuous relationships, mature women having affairs, and foot fetish sex.

June 1st is her birthday, and I've roughly figured out what gift to give her.

One day, I passed a sex shop and saw some vibrators in the window. I thought
this would be the best gift to show my wife I care. I pointed to a rather large black vibrator, and the owner
told me that this size is less acceptable to Taiwanese people and that I should think it over. The owner then laughed and said, "If I really..."
"If you want it, he'll give me a discount," I sensed a hidden meaning in his smile.

I touched it and found it very realistic, with bulging veins on the surface and the glans twisting.
This was sure to make Yu Shan feel good.

I bought it the day before her birthday.

The next night, I used the vibrating dildo to bring Yu Shan to ecstasy. The twisting glans thrust directly into her
vagina, her juices soaking the sheets. The thick shaft went in and out of her... in and out... in and
out ... her labia were constantly being churned by the glans.

She lay on the bed, her buttocks tightly gripping the vibrating dildo, the dark part still sticking out, circling around
and around... With my timely use of my own penis, the pleasure was amplified.
Yu Shan was very satisfied with the vibrating dildo and loved it dearly.

From now on, Yu Shan can stay at home and watch pornographic DVDs. While watching, she can also masturbate with an electric
dildo . She told me that it felt great, as if she were one of the various
women in the pornographic DVDs.

We are happy to try different experiences. Every day, there may be new feelings.
Our lives have become more colorful and interesting.

Yu Shan (14)

Today, I received a familiar voice on the phone in the office. It was my good friend Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong and I have been friends since we were in graduate school. He is the most handsome among us. He
was a popular figure in school and was always surrounded by beautiful women. After graduation, we often spent time together
and kept in touch. However, since last year, he started his own technology company. He
was probably too busy with work, so we contacted each other less.

This day, he suddenly called the company and said that we hadn't seen each other for a long time and wanted to have a meal together.
He also asked about my wife's recent situation and asked Yu Shan to come out and get together. My wife
is quite familiar with several of my close friends. Yu Shan is also like a good friend to them.

"Sure! Of course, no problem." Having not seen my friend for so long, I readily agreed.

That evening, when I had dinner with Wenzhong, Yushan had already put on a suit, ready to go out with me. I
glanced at it and thought it was too conservative and ordinary, so I asked her to change.

She changed into a blue backless short dress, which revealed a hint of sexiness, but wasn't particularly
alluring. However, her beautiful legs in black fishnet stockings were certainly attractive enough.

Yushan meant that since Wenzhong and we were such close friends, if she dressed too revealingly, it might embarrass me
, so she only opted for a slightly sexy look.

Wenzhong and I hadn't seen each other for so long, so naturally, we chatted endlessly. He praised my wife
for becoming more mature and charming, noting that she not only maintained her figure but had also become more voluptuous and sexy.

I noticed his eyes would sneak glances at Yushan when I wasn't looking, especially at the beginning.
His expression—wanting to see Yushan's legs but afraid of being caught—was quite funny. I thought to myself: If you want to see
, just say so. I'll have her stretch her legs out in front of you so you can see as much as you want…

“Hey, what are you daydreaming about!” Wenzhong woke me up.

After the meal, the three of us continued chatting in the restaurant.

Hmm, why do I feel like Yushan is acting a little strange? She and Wenzhong are talking more than I am,
as if I'm an outsider, and their attitude towards each other is becoming more and more intimate.

Actually, Yushan has no ulterior motives. She's always been this outgoing and generous, and Wenzhong's
looks and witty conversation have always made him popular with women, ever since our student days.

The restaurant was about to close, so we had to leave. Besides, Wenzhong and I both had to go to work tomorrow, so
we didn't stay any longer.

In the car, I asked Yushan what she thought of Wenzhong, and she was very frank with me. She said that Wenzhong was very
witty and insightful, and she already had a good impression of him. After meeting him this time, she felt that he had even more of a manly
charm.

Hearing Yu Shan's tone and expression when she talked about Wen Zhong, I knew she had a crush on him, and I
was genuinely a little jealous of my old friend's charm.

"Ah! How about inviting Wen Zhong over for dinner this Friday night?" I asked, noticing Yu Shan
's smile.

The next day, I called Wen Zhong to tell him my wife would cook for him, and since we hadn't
had a chance to , we should have a proper drink this time.

I asked him to come to my house at six, but I deliberately arrived an hour and a half late, giving Yu Shan and Wen Zhong some
time alone.

"What, Zhi Qian isn't home yet?" Wen Zhong arrived at my house on time, but I wasn't there when he entered.

Yu Shan told him I had just called and said I would be home more than an hour late.

He looked at Yu Shan's graceful figure; although her front was covered by an apron, her fair and supple arms
and long, beautiful legs still made Wen Zhong secretly delighted, especially since I wasn't there, and he
didn't have to worry about me finding out.

Although it was just a meal at home, Yu Shan still had to dress up a bit because Wen Zhong was coming.
She wore a pale yellow tank top dress, the open neckline revealing a hint of cleavage, a straight waist connected to a
ruffled skirt that slightly covered her thighs, and she had chosen purple-blue nail polish.
The outfit was relaxed, yet still exuded a mature woman's sexy charm.

Yu Shan poured him a cup of tea and asked him to watch TV in the living room while she busied herself bringing the dishes to the table.
Wen Zhong leaned over to help, but Yu Shan refused, so he just wandered around the living room.

My wife doesn't like wearing slippers at home, so she walked around barefoot in front of Wen Zhong, never
expecting it would arouse his lust.

As Wen Zhong idly strolled over to the TV, he saw several pornographic DVDs with obscene images on the covers
. He picked them up and flipped through them, the provocative titles and illustrations making him lose his senses.

After finishing her work in the kitchen, Yu Shan went to the living room to keep Wen Zhong company. Seeing the pile of things in his hands, she
realized she had forgotten to put away the pornographic DVDs.

"How embarrassing! You saw all this."

My wife wasn't ashamed at all; she blamed me, saying I was the one who bought the DVDs, and even scolded
me for thinking I didn't know what I was thinking.

Wen Zhong saw Yu Shan take off her apron, her full breasts pushing against her bodice, her snow-white breasts revealing their sexy nipples.
In his eyes, my wife had become a ripe, juicy peach. Wenzhong thought to himself: If
I had such a beautiful wife, why would I need these pornographic DVDs? God! I really want to take a bite.

"Actually, it's nothing. Watching this kind of thing can increase the fun in our married life," he said with a smile.

The two of them sat on the sofa and chatted. Yushan's hands habitually pressed down on her skirt, her legs together and her
tiptoes, making her look like an elegant young woman. But if you looked down a little from Wenzhong's side, you could see Yushan
's white thighs, and further down, her ten toes, painted with blue-purple nail polish, were squeezed together, making them look white and
pink , very sexy.

Yushan noticed that his gaze kept looking down, and she knew very well what he wanted to spy on. The thought that he was her husband
's good friend made her blush immediately, and her heart pounded faster.

I finally got home. As soon as I entered, I saw that both of them seemed a little embarrassed.

"Come on in, make yourself at home, don't be shy," I invited Wenzhong to sit down and eat.

We talked a lot that evening, from our student days to our current work situations.

"Perfect timing, my company is looking for someone to help out," Wenzhong said, knowing my wife was currently unemployed, and strongly inviting
her to work at his company.

He needed someone to handle internal paperwork and data, and my wife, having studied international trade
, should be fine with external matters, but I don't think those were the main points.

"It's just... I'm afraid you wouldn't be willing to work for my small company," Wenzhong said confidently. "Not at all

, I'm just afraid you wouldn't want to hire me, boss!" Yushan's words seemed to indicate she had already agreed to Wenzhong's offer
.

The two of them chatted back and forth, with Yushan now calling him "boss," which initially made Wenzhong
feel a little embarrassed.

We drank quite a bit of red wine that night, and I tried my best to stay sober, watching them flirt like they were
exchanging teasing . Sometimes they would notice me and then tone it down, but after a while, they would start again.

I pretended nothing was wrong, and secretly tickled Yu Shan's instep with my foot, then pinched Wen Zhong's trouser leg.
I noticed their expressions changed again, each secretly thinking about the other's intentions.

I pulled Yu Shan onto my lap, her skirt slightly lifting as she sat down. Just as she was about to pull it up,
I grabbed her hands. I saw the crotch of her panties peeking out from between her thighs—white fishnet panties, with only
a small piece of thin fabric barely covering the center, the rest being openwork. Pubic hair
peeked out , incredibly provocative and sexy. She sat sideways on my lap, facing Wen Zhong, who, of course, saw it too.

Yu Shan felt her ears burning, afraid Wen Zhong would see through her thoughts, and quickly ran to the kitchen to cut fruit,
hoping to cool her desires.

"So Yu Shan likes to wear this kind of sexy stuff underneath," Wen Zhong's physical reaction grew stronger.

While Yu Shan was in the kitchen, Wen Zhong whispered to me, "Your wife has changed a lot.
She's not the same person I used to be. She's still as easygoing and kind as ever, but the way she feels... I
really don't know how to describe it."

Hearing Wen Zhong's hesitant speech, sometimes stopping mid-sentence, I knew what he wanted to say.

"My wife has indeed changed a lot in the past year. Don't you think I've changed a lot too?" When I
said this, Wen Zhong suddenly realized something.

Indeed, I had changed a lot. Before, my views were more conservative, and I always treated my friends with
indifference . They knew that was just my quirky personality, so they didn't care.

"I remember when you used to bring your wife out, you always looked worried. You seemed to have her under your thumb
. What, have you changed your mind now?" Wen Zhong asked, puzzled.

"Sigh! Some things aren't up to us. Try to be more open-minded and accepting. You
'll understand after you get married." I deliberately implied something, making Wen Zhong doubt Yu Shan's moral character.

"We're such good friends, how could I..." Wenzhong secretly wanted to take advantage of the situation, but he did
n't dare, only trying to decipher the meaning behind my words.

That night, Wenzhong drank quite a bit. I invited him to stay overnight, but he kept refusing. Finally, Yushan
intervened, and he reluctantly agreed.

Although Wenzhong witnessed Yushan's sexy and alluring side that night, and was unintentionally taken advantage of, he
could only look and couldn't do anything, making him restless all night. His manhood was suppressed and had no
chance to be satisfied, so he wanted to go back quickly and use Yushan as the object of his sexual fantasies to release his pent-up desires.

Wenzhong and I sat in the living room, while Yushan brought out blankets and pillows to make the sofa bed for Wenzhong in the study. I
looked into Wenzhong's eyes, and Wenzhong's eyes were looking into my wife's.

Yu Shan bent over, revealing her rounded buttocks beneath her skirt. Her slightly upturned figure and fair, fleshy skin
were accentuated by the mesh back of her panties, making her even more alluring than if she weren't wearing anything at all. A distinct cleft between her buttocks exuded
an unparalleled air of wantonness.

Yu Shan made the bed and came out to tell me she was going to take a shower first, while Wen Zhong said he was too tired to shower and was
going to sleep in the study.

I went into the bedroom and immediately rushed into the bathroom to take a shower with my wife. Thinking of the
"caring" look Wen Zhong had given Yu Shan tonight, I straightened my hard penis and, using the soap that covered Yu Shan's body, easily
slid it into her vagina.

Yu Shan was a little confused by my actions tonight. Wen Zhong and I were so familiar, how could I...?
What should I do?

I thrust into her wetness with all my might, and she responded passionately. Waves of intense pleasure made her
moan . Her moans, in sync with my rhythm and force, grew increasingly wanton and higher in pitch.

'Will she fantasize that the penis I'm inserting into her vagina is Wenzhong's?' I wondered.

In the study, Wenzhong couldn't sleep at all. Because the bathroom wall was the same as the study wall, Yushan's
moans kept reaching his ears. Wenzhong couldn't take it anymore. Seeing some framed photos on the bookshelf, he picked up
a picture of Yushan wearing a miniskirt and showing her thighs, and with his other hand inside his underwear, he began to
masturbate.

Yushan and I went back to bed to continue our work. Yushan grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, allowing my penis
to penetrate deeply into her vagina. "Slap... slap... slap... slap..." As I did it, I thought about how she had chosen such sexy underwear tonight
, clearly with ulterior motives. What a slutty and wanton wife of mine.

"Ahhhhhhhh" The pleasure of the warm semen shooting into my uterus made my wife feel a comfortable
orgasm .

"Wenzhong, thank you for your help." I chuckled to myself.

Yu Shan (15)

This morning when I woke up, Yu Shan was no longer in bed. After washing up, I went to the living room and Yu Shan was
talking to Wenzhong.

"Wenzhong got up so early! I got up early this morning and saw him already sitting in the living room." Yu Shan thought that
Wenzhong had a habit of getting up early.

Wenzhong masturbated with my wife's photo last night. Although he got a brief pleasure at the moment of ejaculation,
he felt even more empty after the pleasure subsided. He couldn't sleep all night and his mind was full of my wife's beautiful
figure.

"Husband, can I help out at Wenzhong's company?" Yu Shan asked Wenzhong about
this . She was afraid that Wenzhong had drunk alcohol last night and forgot about it, or that he was just saying it casually.

"That depends on Wenzhong. If you really need help, then you can go and help." Of course, I agreed to her.

Hearing what I said, Wenzhong's previous fatigue from insomnia completely vanished.

The night before she went to work at Wenzhong's company, she trimmed her nails and painted them silver.
Then she picked out a few outfits, casually took off her bathrobe, and changed clothes in front of me, completely naked.

Finally, she stood in front of the mirror, as if she had already chosen this outfit: "Honey, do you think
this is too tight?"

Although it was just a white shirt, the slightly transparent material and the fitted cut made the
buttons on the chest look dangerous; if she took a deep breath, they would definitely pop open. The black pencil skirt tightly hugged her
hips; although it wasn't super short, it was shorter than what most office workers wore. The main problem was that it had
a high slit in the back, starting from the bottom of her tight buttocks, so that her inner thighs could be seen
peeking out with every step she took.

"You're going to work like this!" I didn't care what she wore, but my eyes were fixed on
... her nipples. Two dark areolas were pressed against her chest, her nipples squeezed flat,
almost suffocating her.

"You're so horny, of course I'll wear a bra." As expected of my wife, she
knew exactly .

"But I think it's better not to wear a bra." I teased her deliberately.

"Okay! Then I won't wear one, let everyone see everything." She joked.

"Okay! Then I want to see even more clearly." I pulled her onto me, and we fell onto the bed, teasing and joking
with each other .

"I'm Wenzhong, I'm going to fuck you."

"I'm the slut Yushan... but I don't want you to fuck me."

"Yeah, I'm in."

"Ahhh... no... no... oh..."

"Oh... I want it... I want it..."

And so, one sentence after another, half-jokingly, we both reached orgasm.

The next day, she went out with me. She was still wearing open-toed high heels. Nail polish and high-heeled sandals were her
standard attire when she went out. It was as if she wasn't wearing clothes if she didn't have nail polish. There was a pile of colorful
nail polishes (maybe she really would rather go naked and only wear nail polish). The shoe
cabinet was also full of her various high-heeled sandals. Some of her more frequently worn ones even had the marks of her five toes on the soles, adding to
the sexy "feel."

Oh, and she was wearing underwear. (My wife is very conservative, not at all promiscuous,
don't ? Hehe...hehe...)

Today at work, I kept thinking about my wife. It turns out I still love her very much. Loving her means letting her
...that way I'll love her even more and miss her even more.

After dinner, I got home and found that Yu Shan hadn't returned yet, so I went to take a shower to relax.

It was past nine o'clock when Yu Shan finally got home. Just as I guessed, she had gone out to eat with Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong knew
she would eat first before going home, and since he was single and ate out every day anyway, they arranged to
have dinner ended up chatting and lost track of time.

After she took a nice, fragrant shower, we cuddled together on the bed and talked about her first day at Wen Zhong's
company .

She said that since it was her first day, there wasn't much to do yet. She mainly helped Wen Zhong and other colleagues organize
documents and data or contact clients. Although the company wasn't very big, business seemed to be quite good. Their
main business was finding buyers or sellers for domestic and international clients, earning commissions and profits. Their products were
mostly electronic components or computer products.

Currently, the people they hired were all responsible for business development, spending almost all their working hours outside the office. If they were in
the office, they were always on the phone, so no one had extra time to handle internal company matters. Yu Shan was
there to help them with those.

The company desks weren't partitioned; apart from Wenzhong's private office, the whole place was open-plan
. Wenzhong, of course, also prepared a desk for Yushan to share with the other colleagues.

Later, Yushan told me that she felt her colleagues were all very kind to her. When they first saw her
, everyone was very enthusiastic and excited.

That's when I realized that the entire company was male, with Yushan being the only woman. Spending
all day in the office, it was bound to be boring. Finally, someone who wasn't a "noob" had arrived, and
she was so sexy and beautiful—no wonder they were so happy. Even if they treated Yushan as a decorative vase, it would be fun for
them .

"So… has Wenzhong done anything special to you?" I suddenly asked.

"What? Nothing!" Yushan smiled at me.

"What do you want him to do to me?" She playfully tickled my armpit; she knew
what , but neither of us was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Yu Shan's hand continued to slide down, touching my penis. She noticed it was already erect and
happily snuggled under the covers. Soon, a comfortable, warm sensation spread from the glans. When I
tried stimulate her with my hand, I discovered her panties were already soaking wet.

Just imagining it was enough to make us both ecstatic. Seeing my excitement, I sensed she was also interested.
Things should progress further soon, right?

It's been almost half a month since Yu Shan started working at Wen Zhong's company, but there's still no progress. I...
The Wenzhong I knew shouldn't be like this! Thinking back to how he used to pick up girls, that confident
and proactive attitude—anyone he set his sights on was guaranteed to end up in bed.

Yu Shan had also mentioned that Wenzhong often secretly spied on her. She thought he was a bit of a repressed pervert,
clearly wanting something but too afraid to do it, which she attributed to me. Meanwhile, her colleagues at the company
were uninhibited, frequently making advances or sexually harassing her.

Their relationship remained just that, until payday the following month. She returned home with a smug
smile . I initially thought she was happy because of her paycheck, but it turned out to be Wenzhong…

Because the company was paying salaries that day, she had more work to do than usual and went into Wenzhong
's office more often. One time, when Yu Shan was in his office getting some documents, she saw Wenzhong's eyes staring at her
backside again.

"Wenzhong, stop staring like that," Yu Shan teased him deliberately, "Is there
something ?" She pulled at her skirt.

The two sat there for a long time before Wenzhong finally told Yushan that the atmosphere in the company
had changed since she joined. Before, it was all about work, nothing fun. Now, with her around, everyone had become
lively and cheerful, and the company was full of energy.

"There's something I don't know if you know about," Wenzhong said awkwardly, and my wife didn't know
what he was referring to.

"We make bets every day." Wenzhong looked embarrassed.

Because Yushan's skirts were quite short, they often exposed her underwear when she did certain things. So,
her colleagues would bet every day on the color or style of her underwear the next day, and Wenzhong not only didn't stop them,
but sometimes even joined in.

Yushan realized that Wenzhong was in cahoots with the other colleagues.

"You guys are so annoying!" Yushan blushed.

Yushan's slightly shy expression only made her look more charming and alluring in Wenzhong's eyes. After that, Yu Shan continued to dress provocatively for work . She didn't feel uncomfortable at all

about her colleagues constantly staring at her or giving her the creepy looks. On the contrary, she felt a special sense of accomplishment because her presence boosted their work morale and efficiency. Now, our conversation before bed revolves around Yu Shan's daily work experiences, and I, as her husband, feel incredibly proud that my wife has become a sex symbol in the eyes of men. Yu Shan has been working for almost two months, and being confined to the office every day, she's starting to feel bored. She's mentioned to Wen Zhong several times that she wanted to try doing business outside the office, but Wen Zhong has consistently refused. One day, a man came to the company. Yu Shan noticed that Wen Zhong's expression was rather unpleasant during their meeting. Yu Shan later learned that the company had previously placed a large order for goods overseas, but the Taiwanese buyer had maliciously gone bankrupt. This meant the company would lose a large deposit if they didn't sell the goods. Fortunately, this Mr. Luo was willing to take the goods, but knowing the previous situation, he was trying to drive down the price. Selling was one thing, not selling was another, causing Wen Zhong a great deal of trouble. Yu Shan pleaded with Wen Zhong for this opportunity, wanting him to see her in a different light. Seeing Yu Shan's confidence, Wen Zhong thought it was worth a try and told her the lowest possible cost of the goods. He promised that as long as the company didn't lose money, Yu Shan would get a cut of any negotiable profits. The next day, Yu Shan immediately arranged to meet Mr. Luo. He had come from Taichung and was staying at a hotel, so they met at the hotel 's coffee shop on the first floor. "Oh! It's you," Mr. Luo said with a lewd smile. Yesterday, he had already noticed Yu Shan at Wen Zhong's company, and had been interested in her alluring figure hidden beneath her clothes. "It seems your boss must have had ulterior motives for pushing you out here." Boss Luo was a seasoned businessman, accustomed to the "honey trap," and himself had a penchant for such things. Yu Shan, initially unaware of her situation, spoke earnestly and sincerely, hoping to gain Boss Luo's favor. However, he wasn't listening; his attention was focused on her sexy attire and body. "Do you dress this provocatively for work every day?" Boss Luo suddenly interjected, leaving Yu Shan speechless. Noticing Boss Luo's gaze, Yu Shan knew what to do. She then adopted a gentler approach, abandoning business discussions and focusing on everyday life. She actually just wanted to pique his interest so that it would be easier to get to the point, but this Mr. Luo was very and didn't like to beat around the bush. He had always mistakenly thought that Yu Shan was specially arranged by Wen Zhong, so he directly told Yu Shan that he had made an appointment to go out and asked Yu Shan to come to his room after 8 pm. He also gave Yu Shan his room number. After the other party left, my wife was still sitting there in a daze, thinking, "How did it turn out like this again? Is this really the impression I give people?" Yu Shan, the adulterous wife (16) After leaving the hotel, Yu Shan went straight home without going back to the company. The first thing she did when she got home was to take off her clothes and take a shower. She still had to go to see Mr. Luo later. While taking a shower thought to herself that she knew very well what the other party wanted, and as long as she was more open, everything would be easy to negotiate. Looking at herself in the mirror, Yu Shan thought about her striking appearance, which would arouse lust . She tried to convince herself that having such a figure wasn't her fault, but it often made her an unwitting target for men's lust. Just then, the scene of the hotel room flashed through her mind—her naked body and the image of her having sex with Boss Luo . "Why am I thinking about this again?" Yu Shan wondered. Her nipples, unfortunately, became , perfectly expressing her intense sexual desire. After showering, Yu Shan painted her toenails and fingernails with bright red nail polish. Then, she took out a set of black lace and bright red lingerie that I had bought for her at the sex shop, because she thought the slightly tacky design suited Boss Luo's taste. Just as she was getting dressed and about to leave, I returned home. As soon as I entered, I noticed her clothes : a tight black lace dress, so tight that you could see the lines of her bra and thong.

She was still wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals that revealed her sexy toes.

"You don't usually dress like this to go out today. Are you going out again?" I thought she was going out with Wenzhong.

Then, she told me the whole story from beginning to end and wanted my opinion. I was a little annoyed that she
always thought things were too naive. I knew what was going to happen, but what could I do? I couldn't let
Wenzhong laugh at me and say, "What, your wife is just a stupid woman with a good figure!"

I could only remind Yushan to handle her relationship with Boss Luo well, and no matter
what happened between them in private, she must not let Wenzhong know.

After hearing my words, she seemed even more certain of her original decision. She arrived at
the hotel with full confidence, swaying her hips and walking gracefully into the lobby. Everyone was watching her.
Those who didn't know the situation might have thought she was there to work as a prostitute. She didn't care about the stares of others and took the elevator directly to the third floor,
thinking: I'm here to sleep with men. In a way, I'm no different from those prostitutes.

"Ding-dong~~ Ding-dong~~" Boss Luo, shirtless and wearing only suit pants, opened the door.

Yu Shan saw his beer belly; he had the physique of a middle-aged man who was overweight and lacked exercise. This
type of man was definitely not what she wanted. However, the thought of
sleeping feel uneasy, but she had no choice...

"What are you daydreaming about? Come in!" Boss Luo was a bit impatient.

He carefully examined Yu Shan's clothes, and his thoughts were exactly the opposite of Yu Shan's.
Because Yu Shan's figure, combined with her clothes and attire designed to please men, was exactly what Boss Luo liked.

Seeing Yu Shan dressed so sexily and provocatively, Boss Luo was even more convinced that Yu Shan was a
promiscuous woman, someone who would use her body as a bargaining chip. So, Boss Luo's hands
began to grope Yu Shan's body without any restraint.

At first, Yu Shan was somewhat reluctant to cooperate because the business hadn't been settled yet: "Boss Luo, don't do this!
I'm already here... are you afraid I'll run away? I just want to settle things first, and then everything will be up to
you."

Yu Shan had already made her point so clear, so Boss Luo couldn't haggle any further. Besides, he and Wen Zhong had
been partners for many years, so he figured he'd just help a friend out.

Boss Luo's price was about 20% higher than Wen Zhong's bottom line. Yu Shan thought that she had not only helped Wen Zhong out of a predicament
but also Yu Shan finally felt relieved and gave Boss Luo a satisfied
smile.

Now that the company's problem was solved, it was time to face Boss Luo openly.

Yu Shan stood obediently in place, letting Boss Luo's hands roam and explore her body. Seeing that Yu
Shan didn't resist, Boss Luo became even bolder and more unrestrained,
leaving no inch of her body untouched, from her hair to her toes.

Although Yu Shan was still dressed, the material of her clothes was thin and clung tightly to her body, causing her
highly sensitive body to begin to react. Unable to resist Boss Luo's caresses and provocations, Yu Shan kept
writhing, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid as her inner lust surged.

Boss Luo's hand squeezed Yu Shan's soft breasts, feeling as if she wasn't wearing a bra. He urged Yu Shan to quickly
take off her clothes so he could find out for sure.

"Wow!" Boss Luo seemed surprised and excited.

Yu Shan was wearing a bra underneath, but it was a very provocative lingerie. Upon closer inspection, Boss Luo
noticed a straight slit at the front of the cups, similar to the design of men's underwear, and Yu Shan's two nipples
were exposed, no wonder it felt like she wasn't wearing anything.

Actually, the night I bought this lingerie, I had Yu Shan wear it during sex. Normally, it
should close properly, but because Yu Shan's nipples are quite prominent and large,
they peek out from between the folds when she gets excited and her nipples harden.

"Looks like you understand men's psychology. Do you dress like this every day to seduce men?" Boss Luo
had always been curious about Yu Shan's mindset.

Yu Shan was also very direct with Boss Luo, saying that she naturally liked sexy and daring outfits,
was very confident in her figure, and didn't care at all about men's lewd looks. On the contrary, the more people looked at her, the
more .

Boss Luo didn't know that this lustful and promiscuous woman in front of him was already married; otherwise, he would have been even more
curious.

Full breasts, dark nipples exposed, a small lace thong revealing
pubic hair , toes painted with magenta nail polish squeezed into the front of high-heeled sandals—Yu Shan stood
before Boss Luo like this, looking so lewd and alluring.

Boss Luo pressed his face against Yu Shan's mons pubis, inhaling the alluring scent emanating from her genitals. Yu Shan,
in turn, felt the warmth of Boss Luo's breath. Several fingers traced and rubbed along Yu Shan's mons pubis, causing her
legs to clamp tighter and tighter, her vaginal fluids gradually soaking the crotch of her panties.

"You're already wet after just a few strokes, you really are a slut! Get my dick hard first before I fuck your
cunt."

Yu Shan had never been spoken to with such vulgar language before, but what could she do? She still knelt down to unbuckle Boss Luo's
belt and zipper, and without a word, pulled out his penis and took it into her mouth.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." Yu Shan's head bobbed up and down. Although Boss Luo's penis wasn't
very large , the glans was quite impressive. Watching his penis move in and out of Yu Shan's warm, wet mouth felt
just as good as being inside her vagina, especially when the large glans brushed against her full lips, the waves of pleasure were incredibly intense.

Boss Luo looked completely satisfied, his eyes still fixed on Yu Shan's undulating breasts nestled in her bra. Her skillful
technique and hot body made him think he was really enjoying himself.

"Honestly, have you ever tasted your boss's penis?"

Yu Shan shook her head, her mouth still on his penis. Although she and Wen Zhong hadn't really done anything, Boss Luo's words
stirred a sexual urge in her, making her want to have sex with Wen Zhong again, and her lower body began to secrete fluids.

Seeing Boss Luo's satisfied expression, while her own vagina felt lonely and empty, Yu Shan had no choice but to move her shoe heel
under her buttocks and rub it against her vulva.

Boss Luo saw Yu Shan rubbing her vulva with her shoe heel, and now it was
his toes pressing against her vulva. He used his toes to pull her panties aside, and his big toe easily and directly entered
Yu Shan's wet and tender vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Although Yu Shan moaned, her short big toe
could only lightly scratch the itchy spot at the entrance of her vagina, while her insides felt even hotter and more unbearable. This was more like
torture and abuse for Yu Shan.

Even with his big toe inserted into her vagina, she didn't mind and seemed to enjoy it immensely. Boss Luo thought this
woman was simply born with a masochistic streak, and it would be a shame not to have some fun with her.

Boss Luo asked Yu Shan to make a phone call and ask the hotel waiter to bring up a bottle of champagne. Yu Shan naively thought
Boss Luo was quite romantic to think of opening champagne, and happily ran to the bedside to make the call.
While Yu Shan was on the phone, Boss Luo secretly unlocked the door under the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Boss Luo told Yu Shan to strip off all her clothes, leaving only her high-heeled sandals.
Two brown areolas pressed against her breasts, and her genitals were covered by thick, bushy pubic hair. Yu Shan
saw herself in the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe; her sexy and alluring appearance made her blush.

Yu Shan thought the long-awaited moment was about to arrive and was filled with excitement. She quickly sat on the edge of the bed,
and Boss Luo pushed her down onto it. Yu Shan spread her legs, ready to respond.

However, Boss Luo simply squatted in front of the bed, lifting Yu Shan's buttocks to his face. Yu
Shan hooked her legs around his shoulders, and he used his tongue to tease her vulva, then pulled her drooping legs forward and played with them.
This method completely controlled Yu Shan's lower body.

"Boss Luo, hurry up and take off your pants, okay... Oh my~" Yu Shan's juices flowed freely, her body burning with desire
. She vigorously rubbed her breasts, seeing that Boss Luo also looked impatient, but for some reason he was still
hesitant to go all the way, not even taking off his pants.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

"Oh~ Someone's ringing the doorbell, go open the door quickly, don't let anyone in." Yu Shan remembered that it must be
the waiter bringing champagne. She swung her legs frantically to break free, or grab a quilt to cover her body, or even a sheet
, but her lower body was being held, and the quilt and sheet were still covered by the mattress, so she couldn't exert any strength
. Yu Shan kept asking Boss Luo to let her go, but Boss Luo ignored her.

"The door isn't locked, come in yourself." Boss Luo only shouted to the door, then turned back to continue his "tongue"
work , and hooked Yu Shan's legs even tighter.

"Ahhh! Don't look!" As soon as Yu Shan saw the male waiter enter with the ice bucket and champagne, she
quickly covered her chest with her hands, then thought of covering her face, but nothing was covered, and the waiter
saw everything.

The waiter was a little embarrassed, unsure where to look, but he still noticed
the bright magenta nail polish and the pair of black high-heeled sandals on Yu Shan's bare body, which stood out conspicuously.

"It's okay for you to look! This woman is just shameless. She said she likes being looked at by men. The more you look at her,
the more she enjoys it." Boss Luo told the waiter what Yu Shan had deliberately said to tease him earlier.

Only then did the waiter dare to stare at Yu Shan's body, thinking to himself, "This is unbelievable. Can there really be such
a woman?"

"Oh... um... um... oh..." Yu Shan continued to make lewd moans because
Boss Luo deliberately teased Yu Shan's extremely sensitive clitoris and pinched her toes with his fingertips. Yu Shan felt both
pleasure and pain and had to cry out, no longer caring about the waiter's thoughts or gaze.

Yu Shan, initially embarrassed and unhappy from his manipulation, quickly experienced a surge of intense
pleasure and even reached orgasm.

After the waiter left, Boss Luo released her and pulled down his pants. He told Yu Shan, "
A woman requires some preparation, otherwise I'll be too cold for long." Then, in front of Yu Shan, he boldly took out
a bottle of aphrodisiac oil and applied it evenly to his penis, rubbing his swollen, purplish glans. He was overjoyed at the
prospect of enjoying this mature, plump abalone feast.

Boss Luo took a sip of champagne and leered at Yu Shan, who was lying on the bed. He
pressed his lips to hers, letting the champagne mixed with his saliva flow down her throat. Yu Shan caught the
mixture and then swirled her tongue inside Boss Luo's mouth.

Although Yu Shan had just experienced an orgasm, she wasn't satisfied. She shifted her body, bringing Boss Luo's body
closer her thighs. Boss Luo's upper body pressed against Yu Shan's breasts, while his lower body thrust forward. His large
glans, lubricated by the vaginal fluid between her labia, easily slid into her vagina.

"Ahhh... um... ohhh..." Yu Shan felt a brief tearing sensation in her lower body, knowing that Boss Luo's
large glans had entered. Fortunately, her area was quite elastic, and she had experience with foreign things, so after
a little adjustment, it quickly turned into a tingling pleasure.

Boss Luo's penis thrust in and out of Yu Shan's contracting and expanding vagina, his large glans sometimes
pulling out and sometimes pushing back in. Their bodies embraced tighter and tighter, both feeling incredibly excited. Boss Luo thrust
vigorously , his body covered in sweat, while Yu Shan's legs were tightly clamped together, her vagina dripping with vaginal fluid. Their lower bodies
collided violently, making "pop...pop..." sounds.

"Ooh-ooh~~ Ooh-ooh~~" Yu Shan's breasts were squeezed together, her two firm nipples sucked until they were
red and swollen. Even the slightest touch brought a pleasurable sensation. The more intense Yu Shan's cries, the harder Boss Luo exerted himself.

Boss Luo watched as Yu Shan's lips parted slightly and her eyes were tightly closed, letting her body be played with without any
sense of shame. He thought that simply doing this to her seemed a bit boring.

He led Yu Shan to the window and pulled back the curtains. Because the hotel was located in the bustling eastern district,
and it was past nine o'clock, another time when people were leaving work and school, there were still quite a few people and cars on the road. Looking down from the third floor, it was actually
quite close, especially from the outside. Almost all the rooms were dark, except for their room, which was
brightly lit and particularly conspicuous at night.

Boss Luo pressed Yu Shan's body tightly against the glass window. Yu Shan's two breasts were flattened like
balls , and the cold glass surface made Yu Shan's warm body shiver.

She pressed her face against the glass, her hands also raised and gripping it. Boss Luo thrust his penis inside her from behind again
. "Ahhhhhh!" Her body went cold, and her vaginal opening tightened. The penis inside was warm
, but her exposed labia were cold; Yu Shan felt both hot and cold sensations simultaneously.

Soon, Yu Shan noticed that people were starting to look their way, and it seemed like more and more people were watching, because...
People were pointing and whispering, so Yu Shan knew that passersby outside had seen them. Actually, we often
made love on our balcony at home, but there weren't many people there.

The feeling of being stared at by the waiter was still there, and seeing so many people watching her naked
body being violated, Yu Shan felt no shame, but rather a surge of lust, as if she was starting to enjoy
the thrill of being exposed.

The more people watched, the higher Yu Shan's libido rose. Boss Luo's penis kept thrusting inside her, and Yu Shan's
passionate breaths condensed the water vapor on the glass, forming droplets. The large glans
slid back and forth along her vagina, and the hot body against the cool droplets brought Yu Shan to another orgasm.

Boss Luo's thrusts became stronger and faster; he was about to ejaculate. Yu Shan's love for the feeling of a man's
semen hitting her core remained unchanged.

"Ahhh!" Just before ejaculating, Boss Luo pulled his penis out, and Yu Shan screamed as if she had suddenly lost
something .

Boss Luo flipped Yu Shan over and pressed her against him, spraying streams of milky semen onto her face. Yu
Shan's face was covered in thick semen, and she barely dared to open her eyes. "Yours is so plentiful!"

Boss Luo grasped his large penis, now coated in a thick slick of semen, and shoved it into Yu Shan's mouth again for her to suckle.

Boss Luo was indeed self-aware; he knew that dealing with a woman like Yu Shan required
preparation , otherwise he was guaranteed to be finished off by her in no time.

Yu Shan first went to the bathroom to adjust the water to a comfortable temperature before inviting Boss Luo in. She gently helped him shower
before showering herself.

Before leaving the room, Yu Shan specifically requested that Boss Luo not tell anyone about what had happened that night, especially not
to Wen Zhong. At this moment, Boss Luo realized that Yu Shan was not arranged by Wen Zhong. So how could she...

"Ha ha ha ha ha so it wasn't Wen Zhong who asked you to do this tonight." Boss Luo laughed at Yu Shan's
foolishness, that she would secretly use her body as a condition for the boss.

He promised Yu Shan not to tell, so that Yu Shan could leave the hotel with peace of mind.

When she got home, she told me everything, and said that it was especially easy to have an orgasm tonight, which made me learn more about
the tricks of quickly satisfying a cuckold wife, and also confirmed Yu Shan's lewd nature once again.

Cuckold wife Yu Shan (17)

To thank Yu Shan for her help, Wen Zhong invited all the colleagues in the company to dinner after work the next day, and asked
Yu Shan to call me to come along. I learned from Yu Shan that everything was going smoothly, and I was
relieved .

After dinner, Wenzhong treated us to karaoke. Everyone in the private room was making a ruckus. I noticed that Wenzhong
's colleagues were all younger than the three of us, and they were all full of energy,
constantly . Yushan not only sat with them but was also thoroughly entertained by them, swaying
back and forth, completely unconcerned about touching them, and being constantly teased by them. I even saw her accidentally
expose her private parts several times.

Wenzhong, on the other hand, sat with me as an audience member. I said, "Why don't you join in with them
? Sing a song for us!" I offered to choose a duet for him and asked Yushan to sing
with .

Since the boss wanted to sing, no one dared to interrupt. Although Wenzhong was a little embarrassed, he eventually let Yushan sit
next to . Yushan used her charm on Wenzhong, while he shyly faced her. Perhaps because I was there, Wenzhong
remained reserved.

"Wow... kiss... kiss... kiss..." Everyone watched the two of them sing, especially seeing Yu
Shan's seductive energy. Some people egged him on to express his sincere gratitude to Yu Shan.

Wen Zhong really wanted to pounce on Yu Shan, but he couldn't do anything inappropriate to my wife in front of me, so
he told those people to stop. At this moment, my wife generously gave Wen Zhong a kiss on the cheek. Wen Zhong
stared at me blankly, and I returned his gaze with a slight smile.

Throughout the night, they ordered several fast-paced songs, but they never
sang a single song properly. They just liked to push Yu Shan in front of the screen and have her dance with them. Yu Shan danced more and more energetically to the rhythm
of the songs , shaking so much that her bra straps drooped down to her arms, and her indecent panties
were revealed with each wave of her hands. Under the light from the screen, Yu Shan's alluring posture looked like she was performing a striptease.

On the way home, I asked Wenzhong what he was usually like at the company. Yushan said he was alright, at least
not like tonight.

A little while later, Yushan and I both laughed, because Wenzhong wasn't usually like that. We both
suspected he had something to hide, which explained his strange and unusual behavior.

Recently, my wife has been trying a new change. She's deliberately grown her toenails long and shaped them into slightly pointed
shapes. She felt the original curved shape was too delicate. Seeing her new nail shape and the nail polish
, her toenails definitely made her fleshy feet look more mature and beautiful than before.

With the new toenails, of course, she needed to buy some new shoes to match. I saw several pairs of open-toed slippers—
just like slippers, but with heels. I curiously asked her why she didn't buy these. Apparently, she thought women who wore
those kinds of slippers seemed a bit improper. But now she's thinking of buying a few pairs to try.

I'd heard that this style of slipper used to be called "little sister-in-law shoes," though I didn't know why.
Probably because wearing them made you walk in a particularly seductive way, and conservative, respectable
women .

I picked out several pairs for her to try on, including a few platform high-heeled sandals,
very similar to the style the foreigner had bought for her before.

Before I even paid, she was eager to show off her new shoes, so
I bought her six more pairs of sexy new sandals that day.

After leaving the shoe store, we strolled along Zhongxiao East Road, watching her sexy, fleshy feet walk in the open-toed slippers
. It was definitely different; the shoe only had one upper covering her foot, so she
had to push her foot forward slightly to keep it from slipping off, while maintaining a neat alignment between her toes and the front edge of the sole.

To wear these open-toed slippers, her ten sexy toes had to constantly curve and arch in coordination with her steps.
When lifting my foot, my toes have to hook upwards onto the shoe's upper, and when landing, my toes have to arch downwards to support
the gap . Each toe is so hard that it turns white and red, and even I can't help but feel my corpus cavernosum engorged with blood when I see it.

With each step, the soles of Yu Shan's shoes bounced back and slapped against the soles of her feet, making
a "slap-slap-slap-slap" sound as her soft flesh was struck. Hearing this sound excited me and sparked my imagination. If
you ever see a woman wearing these open-toed sandals, be sure to take the opportunity to listen carefully.

Yu Shan quickened her pace, deliberately exaggerating her gait. When she was a little distance away from me, she turned around and asked
, "Does it look good?" Seeing the people around us watching us, I didn't dare to respond.

I continued to let her walk ahead of me so I could observe the various reactions of the men behind her.
As we walked, Yu Shan's alluring figure certainly attracted the attention of many men. Seeing so many men
interested in my wife made me feel quite pleased.

Suddenly, I stopped and noticed a sign on a nearby stall: "All foot accessories
$299." The stall owner, sitting on a small stool, looked up at me briefly and
greeted , somewhat indifferently.

The briefcase, lined with red velvet, was filled with various sexy anklets and toe rings. I picked them up one by one
, thinking: How could any woman dare to buy this kind of thing from a man? The shopkeeper was still sitting
on that small stool, looking around nervously. I really didn't know if he even wanted to do business.

After a while, the shopkeeper's punk face turned into a lecherous grin, his eyes fixed on something behind me
, practically popping out of their sockets.

It turned out that a stylish, sexy woman with a hot body was standing behind me, and this woman was
none other than my wife.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Shan noticed I was gone and came back to find me.

"Honey, do you think this looks good?" That's when the shopkeeper realized the sexy woman was my wife.

"Let me help you put it on." She was wearing a miniskirt, so it wasn't convenient for her to squat down. I squatted down to help
her put it on.

I squatted down, but wait, why was the shopkeeper still sitting? It turned out his angle was just too good;
he was directly facing Yu Shan's two smooth, beautiful legs under her skirt, so of course he didn't want to stand up.

Although the shopkeeper's buttocks were still pressed against the low stool, his body kept leaning towards Yu Shan and me,
his eyes fixed on the alluring feet in the open-toed slippers that I was touching, a look of immense envy on his face.

"Come on, Miss, sit down and try them on slowly." Seeing that Yu Shan was unsteady on her feet, the shopkeeper immediately
pulled out the low stool he had been holding down, intending for Yu Shan to sit down.

Yu Shan looked at me with a somewhat embarrassed expression, knowing that if she sat down, she would definitely expose her underwear, but
she still sat down.

This low stool was really small and low, and it was really unsuitable for Yu Shan's tall and long-legged figure. She
could barely sit down with her legs close together, and she had to bend to the side. She held down the loose hem of her skirt with her hands to prevent it from slipping down, but the skirt still drooped down behind
her buttocks .

People standing could only see my wife's two legs, but the shopkeeper and I could
see to below her buttocks, and we could even see a strip of shiny black fabric stuck between Yu Shan's buttocks.

Yu Shan noticed the boss's gaze lingering on her skirt, and she didn't even try to cover
herself, making her feel incredibly lecherous.

After trying on a few ankle bracelets, I asked Yu Shan to try on toe rings. She already had ankle bracelets, and
I'd seen her wear them a few times, but never toe rings.

I asked her to take off her open-toed slippers so I could put the rings on. After taking off her shoes, Yu Shan stretched one foot out
where I was squatting, bringing her sexy, fleshy feet even closer to the boss.

We tried on different styles of toe rings at a time, and I
slipped repeatedly…

"Hehe~~ It tickles!" Yu Shan's coquettish and alluring appearance only made me want to tease her more.

I continued slipping the rings on and off her toes, and the initial tickling sensation gradually
spread throughout her body. Her highly sensitive body couldn't hide her inner excitement.

Just from the two round nipples protruding from her breasts, I knew how intense her lust was. And
if you, like me, were familiar with the shape of her breasts, you would also notice that her already full breasts were even
fuller and firmer.

I saw that Yu Shan's toes were tightly curled together, each one so crystal clear, round, soft, and smooth, truly making
a man's "toe-eating" desire surge. No wonder she spends so much time taking care of her beautiful feet after each shower;
there 's a reason for it.

The shopkeeper watched me fondling Yu Shan's beautiful foot, and seeing that Yu Shan not only wasn't angry but seemed
increasingly comfortable and intoxicated, he didn't care whether we bought anything. He just hoped we wouldn't
leave suddenly, because he was fantasizing about using his penis to push aside the black fabric under Yu Shan's skirt and insert it
straight into her vagina. He even deduced from Yu Shan's hot and sexy appearance that her vagina
must be wet and horny, imagining his penis being tightly enveloped by warm, soft flesh...

Because Yu Shan understood men too well, she could tell what the shopkeeper was thinking from his expression and the reaction in his crotch.
But I felt that Yu Shan didn't seem very interested in him, probably because the shopkeeper wasn't good-looking enough
! Otherwise, given my wife's personality, it shouldn't have ended there.

I continued to play with her toes, so Yu Shan's lust didn't cool down: "Let's go home,
okay?" She couldn't take it anymore and just wanted to get home quickly so I could extinguish
the fire .

"Okay!" I was afraid that if we continued playing, she might really turn her lust into anger.

But we can't just leave like this! Especially when I said yes, the shopkeeper's face changed completely
. Actually, I was going to buy it anyway, and I really did buy quite a lot.

After paying, Yu Shan pulled me toward the parking lot, almost trying to walk quickly, but
the open-toed slippers she was wearing dragged on the floor, and she couldn't walk fast no matter what, which made her both love and
hate these shoes.

Yu Shan (18)

Yu Shan's personality of trying different things often gave her colleagues different sensory stimulation.

Recently, the toenail ring on Yu Shan's toes has become the new focus of their covetous attention. With
her toes painted with brightly colored nail polish and the shiny toenail ring, it was hard not to notice. Of course, they also noticed that Yu
Shan's toenails were longer than before and the shape was different. Combined with a pair of open-toed slippers, it made Yu Shan look even more attractive.
Rita looked more alluring and sexy, yet with a touch of languid charm.

Wenzhong, seeing Rita's seductive appearance every day, harbored desires but dared not make a move. Meanwhile, her
colleagues constantly called her "Sister Rita," clinging to her like flies without restraint. Moreover, Rita treated
them like buddies, not only unconcerned by their frivolous attitudes but also making
flirtatious remarks and gestures. Even when colleagues tried to take pictures of her with digital cameras, she would cooperate by striking seductive
poses, completely unlike a married woman.

Each of them likely had a folder on their laptops containing pictures of Rita. Rita
probably guessed that these single colleagues kept these pictures for their masturbation
fantasies.

My wife has been working at Wenzhong's company for almost three months now, and the two have grown closer and more familiar. The distance Wenzhong had
previously deliberately maintained towards Rita has gradually disappeared. From the very beginning, Wenzhong harbored illicit
thoughts about Yushan. The longer he spent with her and the more he learned about her, the stronger these thoughts and desires became.

That day, Wenzhong received another call from Boss Luo in his office. Ever since his
sexual , her sexy beauty and bold, open attitude had haunted him, so
he frequently called to chat with Wenzhong and inquire about Yushan's recent situation.

Wenzhong was initially puzzled as to why Boss Luo always mentioned Yushan. He simply thought that someone with Yushan's
figure and appearance would inevitably arouse men's interest; it was perfectly normal!

Wenzhong and Boss Luo joked on the phone, and Boss Luo inadvertently let slip, boasting to Wenzhong
about his steamy night with Yushan. Boss Luo was talking incessantly on the phone, describing the woman as
incredibly promiscuous and wanton. Wenzhong, listening to the phone, kept his eyes glued to Yushan outside the office. Although he
felt a thrill from listening, he couldn't quite believe she could be like that.

Knowing this, Wenzhong's feelings were complicated. He desperately wanted to convince himself that Yushan was
that of woman, so he wouldn't have to pretend to be a saint. Was Yushan really as Boss Luo described?

Wenzhong was going to Kaohsiung next week for business, and he asked Yushan if she wanted to come along. Yushan was naturally
delighted: "Sure!" Getting some fresh air was always better than staying in the office.

While it was said that it was to let Yushan meet more clients, Wenzhong had other motives.

When Yushan got home, she told me that she and Wenzhong were going to Kaohsiung on a business trip. My first reaction was, "Are you
going to stay overnight?"

"Of course not, we're just taking a plane down and should be back that night." Yushan deliberately feigned
disappointment and pulled me into the bedroom. I followed her, watching her undress piece by
piece, then collapse naked onto the bed. You all know what she was up
to.

She became increasingly aroused, striking a seductive pose, pointing a long,
beautiful leg at me, using her sexy foot to entice my manhood.

Do it in bed? I remembered her talking about the restaurant with Boss Luo that day. To achieve the best
results , I told her to wait for me on the small balcony outside the bedroom. She obediently leaned against the low balcony wall, swaying her upturned
buttocks in greeting. Seeing my wife like this, I felt both love and fear.

Seeing how eager she was, I secretly took the vibrating dildo from her bedside table. I was initially worried her
vagina wasn't wet enough and wanted to caress her first, but when my fingers touched the inside of her labia, the slippery, lustful
fluids were already blocking the entrance.

"Ahhh..." She didn't expect me to insert that thing so directly, almost
to the very end. She took a deep breath and tried to clench her vaginal walls, but when she did, she realized it wasn't my
penis at all. She turned around and saw me holding a dark piece of something in her hand, near her genitals.

"Husband...you're so naughty, you're always bullying me." My wife knew it was the vibrating dildo, of course. She
said I was bullying her, but when I turned it on, her buttocks swayed back and forth with the twisting motion
.

There was no wall separating our bedroom balcony from our neighbor's living room balcony; there was just a short
distance between us. The neighbor's living room light was on, and we could clearly hear the conversation from their 8 PM TV drama.
Someone be watching TV. If we made too much noise, it would definitely attract their attention.

"Ohhh...yes...ahhh...ahhh..." Yu Shan's buttocks twisted more and more violently, and her cries grew louder.
My wife, once she got aroused, was oblivious to everything else.

Suddenly, a figure appeared through the neighbor's French window. Seeing the shadow getting closer and closer to the balcony, I quickly told my
wife to lower herself. We both squatted in the corner of the balcony wall. Although the vibrator was still inside her vagina
, twisting and turning, she dared not make a sound; only the low rumble of the vibrator between her thighs could be heard.

Soon after, we heard the sound of a French window opening from the neighbor's balcony, followed by the sound of slippers stepping out.
They must have heard Yu Shan's lewd moans and come out out of curiosity to investigate. We waited until we were sure the neighbor had gone back inside
before standing up and continuing.

I wasn't familiar with the neighbor; we'd only met a few times and exchanged greetings. However, my wife and the man who owned the house were
quite close. My wife said that every time she went downstairs to take out the trash, he liked to
chat , help her carry the trash, and wait for Yu Shan to take the elevator up together. Over time, Yu Shan
's attitude towards him became much more friendly. So, several times I specifically timed it; even just taking out
the trash more than half an hour.

Where Yu Shan had just squatted, I saw a few drops of water on the ground. The situation hadn't
affected ; she clearly enjoyed the stimulation. I'm sure she'd been imagining
the neighbor's man having sex with her.

This vibrating dildo I bought was definitely the right choice. It continuously stirred Yu Shan's clitoris, filling her
body with a tingling pleasure. Although she deliberately suppressed her moans, only letting out soft "hmm...
hmm...hmm..." sounds, the tremors she made and the flow of
fluid down her inner thighs proved she was still experiencing orgasm.

I pulled out the vibrating dildo and switched to my real penis, taking advantage of the moment to thrust with all my might. Knowing it was
her husband's penis inside, she naturally wanted to be even more seductive than before. "Oh...hmm..." she gripped...
I vigorously kneaded her breasts, my chest thrusting forward and my waist deliberately lowered so that her buttocks and the base of my thighs
pressed tightly together. With the relentless, violent collision of our bodies, my hot, thick semen couldn't be contained any longer,
flooding her vaginal opening.

As my wife gently licked the semen clinging to my penis, her eyes seemed to tell me it was too fast,
but the several orgasms I'd given her throughout the night, while not entirely satisfied, were still acceptable. I knew she preferred the vibrant, passionate feeling of my
penis to that cold, vibrating vibrator, but her needs were simply too great,
and I wasn't a superman to satisfy her every few days. Yet, she still showed me a satisfied
expression , because we'd agreed she could get what she wanted from other men; she just didn't have a boyfriend
yet. I was already being willing to let her have relationships with other men; she should know that.

Yu Shan showed no signs of fatigue after making love. Watching her run to the bathroom to shower, I lay down on the bed
to catch my breath, thinking that I also needed to keep an eye on the men around her, otherwise even if I worked myself
to death , she'd still be half-dead.

Yu Shan was going to Kaohsiung with Wen Zhong today. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she deliberately wore a more conservative
suit, but the well-fitting cut and mini-skirt still showed off her voluptuous and sexy curves; and that
semi-transparent white silk blouse, the buttons on the chest were tightly stretched by her full breasts, a thin gap appearing between
the buttons , as if ready to pop open at any moment.

From the plane, Wen Zhong had been asking about our relationship. He wanted to ask directly
but was afraid of offending Yu Shan, so he kept his questions halfway through. From Wenzhong's hesitant words, Yushan
roughly understood what he wanted to ask. He seemed particularly curious about her changeable personality, even her
attitude or views on sex. Yushan was initially unsure how to respond, but
she told , though she wondered what was wrong

with him today. Wenzhong also inquired about their marital life. Yushan thought to herself, although Wenzhong and she were
good friends, men are most concerned about their sexual performance; it was a matter of pride for her. Therefore, Yushan
deliberately concealed this information.

Yushan was puzzled by Wenzhong's series of unexpected questions. He seemed unusually talkative today, and particularly concerned about
their marital life.

They arrived in Kaohsiung after 2 PM, with three clients scheduled to visit. Those people, seeing Yushan's
beautiful and alluring appearance, always made comments about her.

When Wenzhong discussed normal business with them, Yushan would join in the conversation. However, these people always subtly
included double entendres in their remarks, clearly targeting Yushan. At this point, Yushan could only
respond . Wenzhong noticed Yushan's reserved and conservative attitude, completely different from her usual style at the company, and realized she was truly
a fickle woman.

Although the suit Yushan wore wasn't particularly revealing or sexy, just looking at her two
flawless , and her beautiful feet in high-heeled sandals, with her ten fair toes painted with dark purple nail
polish, was enough to arouse all sorts of fantasies in men.

This trip to Kaohsiung was originally just to visit clients, but unexpectedly, during the last client visit,
they received an order from that client. Wenzhong checked the time and it was almost dinnertime. He thought that since this
client rarely came to Taipei, he should take this opportunity to treat them to dinner. The client, of course, also said he would treat them, and after
some back and forth, they agreed on a place to eat.

Wenzhong and I visited three clients that afternoon. Each time Yushan noticed their gazes lingering on
her thighs, she pretended not to notice. Several times, Yushan even
experienced varying degrees of physical arousal from their lewd stares, becoming so wet that she had to run to the bathroom to clean herself.
That how lewd she really is.

Yushan was going to remind Wenzhong of his return time to Taipei, but seeing how engrossed he was with the clients, she felt bad about
interrupting them. She thought to herself, "It's just a meal, it'll only take two or three hours at most,
and there's a flight back to Taipei around 10 PM."

Before dinner, everyone agreed not to discuss business that night, and since Yushan was the only woman present, the entire evening's
conversation naturally revolved around her.

Besides the boss, the other party also brought two male sales representatives, who were clearly there for a drinking contest.
Seeing Wenzhong being constantly pressured to drink, Yushan finally couldn't resist joining in. Fueled by the drinking
, Yushan and the others gradually warmed up to each other, their previous restraint and reserve disappearing. Yushan's open
attitude and bold style made the dinner party quite enjoyable.

Wenzhong watched Yushan drinking with them, secretly pleased.
He knew he couldn't afford to get drunk, so he deliberately pretended to be drunk and rested, letting Yushan and the others mingle.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wenzhong didn't want to waste the evening. Using the excuse of catching
a flight smoothly left the restaurant, his steps unsteady, and he even pretended to be strong enough to help Yushan
.

Although Yu Shan had drunk quite a bit, she was still quite sober. She was only slightly agitated due to the alcohol. Seeing
Wen Zhong so drunk and still trying to help her, she ended up tenderly supporting him. However, Wen Zhong
deliberately relaxed his body, forcing Yu Shan to hold him tightly.

"Wen Zhong, you're so heavy!" Yu Shan couldn't possibly lift him by herself, let alone catch a flight
back to Taipei.

Just as Yu Shan was wondering what to do, Wen Zhong suddenly muttered, "I'm so tired... I want
to sleep ..." Yu Shan, realizing she had no other choice, quietly asked Wen Zhong if he knew of any hotels. Wen Zhong
was naturally delighted to hear that Yu Shan had finally suggested staying at a hotel, and that the entire trip was going as he had planned.

In the taxi, Wen Zhong's head rested on Yu Shan's lap, facing her. This was the first time he had been so close to
Yu Shan's body, and his cheek was pressed against a woman's most intimate private parts. Wen Zhong smelled
the faint perfume on Yu Shan's clothes and the alluring scent emanating from her genitals.

Gentlemen, I hope you will pay close attention to Yu Shan's mindset while enjoying this content.
This will help you better understand Yu Shan's inner world of desire and emotions, and you won't have wasted my time introducing my wife, Yu Shan, to you.

Yu Shan is definitely a great object for you to release your sexual desires; I guarantee everyone who has used her says she's great and can solve various problems.
The elder brother's repression was suggested by Yu Shan herself.

Yu Shan (19)

Yu Shan immediately called me from the car. She wanted me to know that this was not pre-arranged at all, otherwise she
would have let me know first. Moreover, it was really because Wen Zhong was drunk that she made the decision under such circumstances. I
could tell that she was a little nervous.

I said a lot on the phone to try to relax her. Later, she asked me very seriously, "
Husband , do you really want me to be with him...?" Hearing my wife ask me this, I knew that she loved me and
cared about my feelings. In contrast, in order to make up for her sexual needs, I gave her a positive
and direct answer. I asked her to do this because I loved her. The atmosphere seemed to become
a little heavy when the two of us talked about this.

"Do you want to know what I will do? Hehe...hehe...I won't tell you! Okay, don't think too much about
it, husband, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night." Under my wife's lighthearted and playful teasing, our
mood improved a lot.

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't resist grabbing a pair of Yu Shan's usual high-heeled sandals. I
could smell her feet inside. Then, I inserted my penis into the sandals from the front, where her toes were sticking out (
opposite to the way she put the shoes on). I used the straps on the sandals to rub my penis and glans back and forth (choose those with small openings
and many thin straps). While I was doing this to Yu Shan, I wondered
how she would deal with her boyfriend tonight.

In the end, of course, I ejaculated directly into the sandals. My wife doesn't know I sometimes masturbate like this;
otherwise, she would definitely scold me for being wasteful.

When Yu Shan finished the call and looked down to check if Wen Zhong was lying down properly, she saw that he seemed much more awake, and
his eyes were fixed on her chest. She must have accidentally unbuttoned her shirt while eating.
Yu Shan felt it would be awkward to button it up now, and since she felt a bit stuffy
in her chest , the open shirt allowed for some ventilation, so she didn't bother with it.

A white, semi-transparent embroidered bra accentuated her full breasts, the cups covering just over
half them, creating a deep cleavage. Wen Zhong noticed that she clearly knew the clasp was open,
yet she seemed completely unfazed. Unless… she really was as Boss Luo had said. Some of Wen Zhong's doubts seemed to be
slowly dispelling.

At the hotel counter, to respect Yu Shan's decision, Wen Zhong let her
handle . As expected, she only wanted one room, meaning Yu Shan would be sharing a room with him that night.
'I wonder what will happen next…' Wen Zhong grew increasingly excited.

Once in the hotel room, Yu Shan kindly helped Wen Zhong take off his suit jacket so he would be
more . Wen Zhong, still pretending to be tired, lay on the bed, his eyes half-closed, watching what Yu Shan would do next.

After hanging up her coat, Yu Shan looked back and saw that Wen Zhong seemed to be asleep again. Not knowing what to do, she drew back the curtains
and gazed at the night view outside. The unfamiliar surroundings added to the mysterious atmosphere of the night. Reflected in the glass, Yu Shan saw
a slightly tense expression on her face.

Walking to the dressing table, Yu Shan took off her high-heeled sandals, which she had worn all day, giving her precious
feet a break. She gently massaged the insteps and heels, letting each toe wiggle a little
. Unconsciously, she found herself staring blankly at her feet. Feeling

bored, Yu Shan decided to take a shower. Once inside the bathroom, she remembered her outfit.
If she left it hanging, the steam would make it wrinkle and it wouldn't look good the next day, so she came out and
took off the suit first.

Perhaps your wives would rather have wrinkled clothes in this situation, but Yu Shan is Yu Shan; her
thoughts are always different from others.

She took off her coat first, glanced back at Wen Zhong, and then took off her skirt and blouse. She
admired the lingerie she was wearing. The entire set was made of transparent fabric, with lace embroidered only in the key areas.
The panties were also only covered by lace in the front, with only a thin
strap It looked quite sexy. It was all so sudden; otherwise, she would have definitely picked out a more special set for Wenzhong
. Hehe… Hehe…

Seeing Wenzhong lying on the bed like a dead fish, Yu Shan suddenly got excited and deliberately went up to him
, striking a seductive pose. Thinking no one was watching, she moved quite freely. At that moment, Wenzhong was, of course, watching her with half-closed eyes.
Yu Shan's antics only fueled his desire. He almost had the urge to pull her into his arms, but
he was afraid of scaring her.

Actually, Wenzhong's idea was that tonight, it would be best if his wife took the initiative. That way, he
wouldn't feel embarrassed towards Yu Shan, nor would he feel guilty towards him. Besides, seeing Yu Shan's seductive pose, and remembering
what Boss Luo had said, he felt very confident about tonight.

Wenzhong tried his best to control his desires, but although his body remained still, the thing inside his pants...
stirred. When Yushan saw Wenzhong's penis suddenly swell, she didn't understand why this worm was
throbbing . She even teased him, saying that at his age he didn't have a wife, no wonder he had erotic dreams in his sleep,
and he might even have a wet dream later! At this moment, Yushan walked into the bathroom to take a shower, still thinking and laughing.

The first thing she did in the bathroom was to wash her underwear, just like at home. She said that
these thin and delicate panties would be easily ruined in the washing machine, and she would have to wear this only
set of underwear tomorrow.

Standing under the showerhead, Yushan evenly applied shower gel to every inch of her skin, but when her hand
touched her genitals, it stopped. She didn't know why she remembered
the bulge in Wenzhong's penis, and she even remembered the shape of the bulge clearly. It looked like it was quite large.
Thinking of this, Yushan felt a certain anticipation, and her body even showed signs of arousal.

Unable to control her desires, Yu Shan let her hand slowly insert her fingers inside. One finger went in
... then the second finger followed... then the third finger... "Mmm... mmm..." As
she let out a soft moan, a "sizzle... sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..." sound came from her lower body.
Waves of tingling sensation surged through her heart, and the movements of those fingers became more and more intense. Yu Shan could no longer distinguish whether what
was flowing was shower gel or vaginal fluid.

Just as she was lost in her own world, she heard the television in the room. Presumably, Wenzhong had woken up. They
'd only just started, so of course she couldn't stop. But she couldn't occupy the bathroom for too long, so Yushan
tried to let her mind wander, using imagined lewd sexual scenes to barely manage a climax.

Still feeling a lingering, unsatisfied desire, Yushan emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Wenzhong
quickly stood up from his chair and scrutinized her from head to toe. Although the parts of Yushan's body exposed by the towel
were similar to her usual attire, her freshly showered body seemed to possess a soft, supple beauty. Especially
after Yushan had her hair up, revealing the roots of her hair and the alluring sight of her fair neck and shoulders, Wenzhong was completely mesmerized
.

Yushan really had no other clothes to wear, and besides, this was exactly what her husband and… she had always
hoped for. It was just that the suddenness of it all made her a little reserved. Anyway, things had already come to this
point , there was no need to hide anything; she should just act naturally and openly!

"What's wrong? Are you feeling any better?" Yu Shan knew Wen Zhong was distracted because of her, but she
still asked.

Wen Zhong feigned weakness: "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for not being able to hold my liquor, making it
impossible for you to go home tonight."

"You're one to talk! It's all your fault that I can't be with my husband tonight, what are you going to do about it?" Yu Shan
's words clearly had another meaning, but Wen Zhong didn't respond. Yu Shan had no choice but to get closer to
Wen Zhong .

Finally, Wen Zhong looked at her boldly, directly, and without any hesitation, at such close
range—this was the first time. Yu Shan was secretly delighted.

This woman in her thirties, already married, still had such well-maintained skin,
so smooth and delicate, and even fair and rosy. Just thinking about those mysterious places wrapped in a bath towel made Wen Zhong's manhood
erect again.

Wenzhong is quite the ladies' man; as far as I know, he's slept with countless women. Ever since we were
students , he's had endless tales of his womanizing ways. Dealing with a woman like my wife
should be a piece of cake for him.

He deliberately pulled down his pants to adjust the angle for Yushan to see, trying to arouse her subconscious desire for a male
penis .

Sure enough, Yushan's lust began to take hold uncontrollably: "Your...you know..."

"What do you mean?" Wenzhong smiled, wanting her to be clear.

At this moment, Yushan hesitated. She thought she could certainly be proactive,
no problem, but what if Wenzhong didn't have that intention at all? Wouldn't that be awkward? It
wasn't that Yushan lacked confidence in her own abilities, but rather because of Wenzhong's relationship with her husband; she was afraid he would have
reservations.

"Wenzhong, why aren't you married yet? Zhiqian and you are classmates. Look, after he married me,
he has . Isn't that great?" Yushan wanted to use her conversation with Wenzhong to understand
his opinion of her.

Wenzhong, his hands in his pockets, deliberately fidgeted. "I wish I could, but I'm just not as
lucky to have a wife like you."

"You want someone like me? Tell me, what is it about me that attracts you?" Yushan asked,
a little pleased.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, I like everything about you!" Wenzhong replied tactfully, avoiding the main point.

"Honestly, is it my appearance that attracts you? You like my outfit when I come to the office every day,
right ?" Yushan asked, noticing Wenzhong looking down, his eyes seemingly fixed on her feet.

"Are my feet beautiful?" she asked, swaying her feet a few times. "Today at the client's place, they
kept looking at my feet too, you like them, don't you?"

Wenzhong found Yushan's feet indeed very alluring, especially her fair toes painted with dark purple
nail polish , which was why his gaze lingered on them.

Seeing that Yu Shan was starting to get impatient, and knowing that not responding might be seen as clueless, Wen Zhong said, "
Zhiqian is really lucky with women. If he hadn't met you first, I would have definitely snatched you away."

"Why would I snatch you away? I'm standing right in front of you now!" Yu Shan finally
stated her position directly to Wen Zhong.

"I want to take a shower first." Yu Shan thought he was going to say something... but it turned out to be...

But just before Wen Zhong entered the bathroom and was about to close the door, he poked his head out and asked Yu Shan, "Are you going to wait for me?"
Only then did Yu Shan nod with a shy, coquettish smile.

'Hahaha, what a slut!' Wen Zhong was both expectant and excited. When he
saw the freshly washed panties and bra hanging in the bathroom, he realized that when Yu Shan was talking to him, she was
wearing nothing underneath except for the bath towel. This alone was enough to dispel
all of Wen Zhong's doubts and suspicions.

Yu Shan pulled off the bath towel and lay against the headboard, waiting quietly. She pulled the blanket over her naked body, leaving her legs
below the calves exposed. The thought of her upcoming intimate encounter with Wen Zhong filled
her and she felt aroused again.

When Wen Zhong emerged, although his lower body was still covered by the towel,
it felt as if something was pressing tightly against it, like a tent. Seeing this masculine feature, Yu Shan's physical reaction intensified
.

Wen Zhong walked to Yu Shan and began to gently stroke her smooth,
supple calves. The light touch of his fingertips made Yu Shan's toes curl slightly. Watching Wen Zhong's movements, Yu
Shan slowly extended one leg towards the bulge in the towel, her soft flesh touching the ball-like hard
object.

"Oh~~" The sensation of her foot touching Wen Zhong's hard member felt incredibly pleasurable.

"You like it when I do this to you!" Yu Shan could see he was enjoying it, and she continued
to rub her feet on the towel.

Wen Zhong lifted Yu Shan's other foot in front of him and gently stroked it: "I didn't expect your feet to be so
smooth and soft, so beautiful!"

Hearing this compliment, Yu Shan blushed shyly, curling her toes even tighter, as if deliberately trying to
hide them from everyone. Seeing this reaction from her toes, Wen Zhong was even more convinced that Yu Shan was clearly making seductive
moves, and he tried to pry her tangled toes apart.

"Okay! Okay! I'll open them myself!" At first, Yu Shan pretended to be coy, twisting her legs and
clenching her toes tightly. Actually, she was just teasing Wen Zhong for fun. The more a woman resists, the more
excited a man feels. Yu Shan was good at exploiting this mentality to please herself.

Her tongue invaded the crevices between her toes one by one. Yu Shan couldn't stand the tingling sensation as her tongue darted back and forth between her toes. She covered her mouth
with her hand let out a "hissing" laugh. Wen Zhong then sucked each toe into
his mouth and licked it. "Slurp... slurp..." sounds came from his lips and teeth. Each toe that had been sucked
was covered saliva. The dark purple toenails, covered with a layer of saliva, presented a crystal clear and delicate
beauty.

Yu Shan stared intently at Wen Zhong's focused expression, almost bursting into laughter. She suddenly remembered
an advertising slogan, "KFC fried chicken, let you lick your toes and savor the endless pleasure," which
perfectly described Wen Zhong's current state.

Both his beautifully manicured toes and Yu Shan's mocking smile
seemed to amplify his sexual desire.

Yu Shan could previously use her feet to hold down what was under the towel, but now she couldn't. She
loved seeing a man's penis harden because of her, especially considering Wen Zhong's was probably quite large!
Therefore, she had to control the pressure according to the size and hardness of the object, otherwise it would make the man uncomfortable.

Seeing how much Wen Zhong enjoyed playing with her feet, she didn't want to ask him to change positions or methods, but Yu Shan's body
had many more places that needed to be explored, especially her already overflowing vulva, which desperately needed
Wen Zhong to use something to help her stop the flow.

"Shall I take off your towel for you?" Yu Shan had barely finished speaking when she eagerly stretched her leg over Wen Zhong's waist
and loosened the towel.

A long, thin object instantly sprang up, its body erect and stiff like a cobra about to strike.
Wen Zhong's manhood certainly didn't disappoint Yu Shan, and she certainly didn't disappoint Wen Zhong either, as Yu Shan had already
thrown off the blanket, revealing her completely naked body.

At this moment, Yu Shan's face looked even more beautiful and charming, coupled with her exquisite and shapely figure, truly embodying
all men's desires. She was simply a sexy plaything created for all men. Wen Zhong, his
penis erect, pounced on Yu Shan, pressing his hard against her soft and elastic flesh.

Yu Shan welcomed Wen Zhong with her arms outstretched, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Two full, soft mounds of flesh massaged Wen Zhong's chest, his erect nipples sinking into them under the pressure.
A fleshy massage stick pressed against Yu Shan's lower abdomen. They rolled around comfortably on the bed.

"Mmm...mmm...oh..." Wen Zhong's tongue licked every inch of Yu Shan's skin. Whenever
his tongue touched a sensitive spot, Yu Shan would let out a moan, letting Wen Zhong know it was her erogenous zone. He
would then use more techniques and variations to satisfy her.

Just as his tongue parted the thicket of flesh, about to explore further, two hands suddenly blocked her way
. Yu Shan knew that Wen Zhong was about to invade her most private parts, and with his tongue
no somewhat embarrassed, but Wen Zhong easily pushed the hands away. He knew it was just
a normal female reaction!

"Mmm...mmm...no...no...mmm...no..." Yu Shan cried out "no,"
but didn't resist. Instead, she spread her legs, making it easier for Wen Zhong's tongue to penetrate her cunt.

Wen Zhong lay on his side on Yu Shan's lower abdomen, his head buried between her thighs. His erect
penis dangled in front of her, and she couldn't help but reach out and grasp it, beginning to stroke it back and forth.
It felt really good to have his penis in Yu Shan's hand, but he also wanted to try putting it inside her
full, red lips. Slowly, he moved his entire body towards Yu Shan in a 69 position, his penis positioned
just above her face.

Yu Shan knew what Wen Zhong wanted her to do. She slightly raised her face, her tongue starting to lick from the base of his penis.
After taking his testicles into her mouth, it was now his penis. Yu Shan used her nimble tongue to lick
back and forth . The force with which Wen Zhong's tongue moved against her labia showed how intense his reaction was.

"Mmm...it's coming up!" Yu Shan was almost at her limit, gesturing for Wen Zhong to insert himself.

"Why are you coming up?" Wen Zhong smiled and turned around, seeing Yu Shan's lustful posture. He turned and stood up,
wanting Yu Shan to give him oral sex again.

"Oh...oh...mmm...oh...oh..." Watching Yu Shan kneeling on the bed, sucking
his penis with gusto, her focused expression was even more sexy and alluring.

"Mmm...enough...mmm...are you done yet...mmm..." Yu Shan was doing it very seriously, hoping
Wen Zhong would hurry up.

Finally, it was his turn. Yu Shan felt a surge of excitement and cooperated with Wen Zhong's request, standing facing
the wall , bending over, and lifting her buttocks to wait for Wen Zhong's body to approach.

"Ah...yoo..." A penetrating, breaking pleasure entered Yu Shan's body. After only a brief pause, he
began to thrust. Wen Zhong's waist was full of powerful thrusts, making the speed of his penis thrusting very fast. Yu Shan's pleasure was intense with each thrust of
the penis . Her vagina hadn't been so fiercely penetrated in a long time, and at first
, she couldn't quite handle it. However, Yu Shan adapted quickly, soon cooperating in a frenzied state of intercourse.

Not only was Wen Zhong's movement vigorous, but Yu Shan herself was also contracting her vaginal muscles, twisting her waist and hips, hoping that
each thrust would reach every corner of her vagina, eliciting different stimulating reactions.

"Oh...yo...ah...oh..." Yu Shan swayed her body wildly, even her coiled hair
falling loose with the swinging of her head.

Yu Shan's sexy, swaying curves displayed a mature and alluring seductive posture; no wonder Boss Luo praised her
so highly. It was hard for any man to resist such a woman. 'Marrying such an easily seductive
wife , I don't know whether to feel happy or miserable for my friend Zhi Qian. He must have already discovered his wife's
infidelity! I finally understand what he said that day...' Wen Zhong thought to himself.

The two changed from a standing to a lying position, but their bodies remained joined without separating. While enjoying the
pleasure repeatedly gestured to Wenzhong that she wanted to ejaculate inside him and not pull out. When she sensed Wenzhong
was about to ejaculate, she kept her legs tightly clasped around his buttocks, refusing to let go. Finally, Wenzhong said he would take responsibility.
In the heart, if he ejaculated inside and she got pregnant, that would really be a disservice to me, Yu Shan finally let go and let him ejaculate
in her mouth.

According to what my wife said when she came back, she didn't sleep well at all that night because Wen Zhong kept wanting to have sex with her,
but she didn't feel tired. She said she liked the feeling of Wen Zhong's vigorous sex and would continue
to maintain this relationship with him in the future.

Yu Shan (20)

Because last night was the first time they were naked together, they were particularly excited. Her mature and plump
body attracted Wen Zhong's extremely high sexual desire. Yu Shan, of course, could not resist the temptation of the man's penis. She
kept letting the penis go in and out of her lower body all night and hardly had time to close her eyes and sleep.

After a day of adjustment and rest, Yu Shan regained her original sexual desire. Today, she specially wore a set of
thin gauze underwear with very little fabric to work. Knowing that Wen Zhong also liked to see sexy and beautiful feet, she also changed to dark
brown nail polish and put a gold toenail ring on her second toe.

"Oh! Rita, you seem to be in a particularly good mood today." Although a day had passed,
the lingering pleasure from her passionate night with Wenzhong still couldn't subside. This satisfied joy was completely on her lips, and her colleagues
noticed that she was acting differently.

Wenzhong felt a little awkward when he saw Yushan after leaving the office, but his mind kept replaying the image of their bodies
colliding . When he noticed the shiny toe ring on Yushan's toes, it indeed aroused a surge of
desire in him. He wanted to immediately play with those alluring feet and thrust his erect penis into Yushan again. Remembering
Yushan's seductive and alluring appearance the night before, Wenzhong had to take a deep breath to stop imagining and calm his agitated
emotions .

Later, Wenzhong had to go out on business and didn't return to the company after leaving at noon. My wife, who had been full of anticipation and
preparation, had no chance to show it off. As she waited alone, thinking about Wenzhong's focused
expression ... she suppressed her lust all day and
only found temporary relief by turning to me, her backup husband.

The next day, Yu Shan went to work with the same prepared mindset, but time
seemed She finally reached the end of the workday, watching her colleagues leave one by one, until only Wen Zhong
remained in the office.

She first locked the door, not wanting anyone to come in and ruin things, then ran into
the restroom . A short while later, a sexy woman wearing only a thin lingerie set and high-heeled
sandals emerged, whimpering as she entered Wen Zhong's office.

"You…why are you dressed like that?" Wen Zhong's expression was one of surprise at first glance.

She slowly twirled in front of him, deliberately showing him
how . "How do I look? Pretty, right?"

"Sister-in-law, this is the company. Wearing something like this…what if…someone sees us? It wouldn't be good!" Although
he liked Yu Shan's boldness and initiative, they were in the company, and he had some reservations.

"Don't worry, no one will see. I've already locked the front door; no one can get in." Yu Shan
had already thought of this and taken precautions.

Seeing that Wen Zhong was still a bit reserved, she turned off all the lights in the company, leaving only a few
halogen lamps . In the dim, soft light, her dark areolas were visible through the thin red fabric of her thong
, and her pubic hair was also exposed. Her mature and alluring figure, accentuated by the few thin lines and
tiny bits of fabric in her sexy lingerie, appeared extremely lewd.

"I really can't stand you." Wen Zhong's words were exactly what I had been thinking. The fact that a woman
could possess these promiscuous characteristics meant that Yu Shan truly needed a man's comfort. Perhaps it
wasn't her choice, but she was born with such an alluring body. Even if she didn't want it, men
would want it, and she couldn't control herself. So he probably already knew that his wife
wasn't someone who could be satisfied so easily.

Yu Shan plopped down on the table, rubbing her legs against Wen Zhong's thighs.
Although Yu Shan knew from the hardness of his penis beneath her shoes that he was actually extremely excited. She then
used her seductive charm, thinking, "Let's see how long you can last," her legs continuing to
twist and turn .

Seeing Yu Shan's proactive attitude and wanton expression, her legs spread open and closed in front of him,
her labia, glistening with lustful fluids, opening and closing like a thirsty mouth drooling,

Wen Zhong's eyes fell on the foot with the toe ring. He grasped the heel, his tongue tracing the thin shoelace,
from the ankle to the instep, all the way to the toes peeking out from the sandal. As he kissed,
licked , Yu Shan's lust was completely aroused.

"Mmm...it's so itchy when you do that." Yu Shan naturally made a coquettish yet coquettish gesture
, which aroused Wen Zhong's even greater excitement and made him chuckle.

Wen Zhong pulled down his trouser leg and took off the high-heeled sandal he was holding, so that Yu Shan's toes could move flexibly. Her
smooth, sexy fleshy feet pressed against his penis and gently pressed the glans. Her toes then rubbed against his penis. When the toe ring was fastened
to the base of the glans, Yu Shan saw that his penis would tremble, feeling that it was getting harder and harder with each touch.

Seeing the erect state of his penis, Wen Zhong deliberately pressed the glans against the sole of her soft foot and swirled it. Yu Shan
couldn't help but feel the pleasure surging from the sole of her feet. Her fingers unconsciously pinched her two
erect ...then rubbed her breasts...one hand slowly slid down and placed it on
the part that felt the itchiest.

"Mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..." She inserted her fingers between her thick labia, making
obscene moans as she moved, looking at Wenzhong with an extremely wanton expression, implying her urgent
need for his penis.

Wenzhong stood up, his erect penis barely touching Yushan's legs when she immediately shifted her body, hooking
her legs tightly around his waist, half of her buttocks dangling over the edge of the table, her vulva exposed, ready to receive Wenzhong's
penis.

"Pop...pop...pop...pop...pop..." Wenzhong held his penis against the entrance of her vulva, patting it
lightly skimming the water, making Yushan feel uneasy. In her haste, she thrust her hips forward, and with a "whoosh,"
the entire penis finally entered her body.

"Ah...yes...yes...oh..." A warm, real sensation came from her lower body, and
the tingling from the rapid thrusting surged through her entire body. Yu Shan's upper body went limp and she fell backward, like a worm
wriggling .

One moment he wanted Yu Shan to lie down, the next he wanted her to be on all fours like a bitch. Wen Zhong
thrust into her vagina with all his might, again and again. Yu Shan was wearing a high-heeled sandal on her other foot, but it was
thrown movements. You can imagine how intense Wen Zhong's thrusts were.

Actually, Wen Zhong didn't act like this when he had sex with other women, but when he saw my wife's lewd state and
fantasized about her as a slut who needed a man's comfort at all times, he couldn't control himself. His emotions would become particularly
aroused, and his movements would be particularly intense.

During that period, my wife was always beaming. Whenever she said she had to "work overtime," I knew
they were going to have sex in the office again. But honestly, it was thanks to Wenzhong helping to share the burden of being a husband that
I, as the legitimate husband, wasn't under too much pressure.

However, the situation I had been worried about still happened. After only a few months of this, Wenzhong
started to feel somewhat overwhelmed. Besides his work during the day, he also had to
"work overtime" at the office at night to meet my wife's demands. Sometimes, although he was really tired, he couldn't resist my wife's deliberate
seduction and active enticement. After a long time of this, Wenzhong's body gradually could
n't take it anymore.

Yushan also started complaining to me that Wenzhong was often not at the office and often went abroad for
several days at a time. Actually, Wenzhong was doing it for the company; being a company boss isn't easy. But my wife didn't care about
that. She only cared that she reduced the frequency of sex with Wenzhong, and there were even times when they didn't have
sex for a whole week.

Now, she only gets relief when Wenzhong shows interest and makes suggestive remarks. But
Wenzhong is abroad again these past few days, away from the company for the entire week, and Yushan seems a bit down. On Friday
after work, we met for dinner. After dinner, we watched TV at home, and by the time I showered it was past ten. I was
exhausted and wanted to sleep, but she insisted on going out again, so I changed and went with her.

We found a lounge bar, and because it was the weekend, almost all the seats were
taken After finally getting a table, she started talking about Wenzhong again. I could tell she seemed
dissatisfied with me, as if I couldn't satisfy her, forcing her to seek other men.

Sigh, it's not entirely my fault! Who can blame her for having a stronger sex drive than most people? I didn't reply,
just looked around quietly as a listener.

From the moment we entered the bar, my wife became the focus of many men's attention. Although
it was a bit chilly tonight and she had put on a light jacket, when she took it off, her off-the-shoulder, tight-fitting,
low-cut dress still revealed her sexy breasts and thighs, especially the row of tightly fastened buttons in the front,
which looked like they were about to burst open in the men's eyes.

We had been sitting for a while now, and Yu Shan and I had noticed the boys diagonally opposite us who
had been staring at us ever since we sat down, gesturing and chatting, seemingly
making comments .

"I didn't expect even these young guys in their early twenties to be so interested in you," I said,
taking the opportunity to tease her.

"What's wrong! Jealous?" Yu Shan asked, feigning confidence.

"Of course not, it's my face that's being looked at by my wife!" I puffed out my chest and returned the look with equal pride.

In the brief moment I left—just a few minutes to use the restroom—one of the boys
dared to approach Yu Shan and strike up a conversation. She told me they wanted to invite her for a drive.

"Did you tell them I'm your husband?" I asked curiously.

Turns out, I was just a friend she'd recently met, and that was it?

"She probably wouldn't be interested in these young guys!" I thought to myself.

We continued to sit quietly, the atmosphere a little tense. She noticed my eyelids were almost drooping, especially
sitting on such a comfortable sofa with soft music playing; I was practically falling asleep.

"Honey, you look tired. Should we go home?" Hearing her say that, I assumed we
were leaving. "Sure!" I picked up the bill and stood up from the sofa, but she was still sitting, seemingly not
going anywhere. But… she was the one who said she was going home!

As I was wondering what was going on, she looked up at me and whispered, "Why don't you go back first?"

I didn't know what she was thinking, and I didn't want to ask too directly. After all, she wasn't a child; she should
know exactly what she was going to do.

Just as I put on my coat and was about to leave, those young men kept staring at me. Seeing
their proud and confident expressions, it seemed like they really saw me as the one who had been dumped, which made me feel very
uncomfortable.

For some reason, this feeling of jealousy turned into a physical reaction, and driven by curiosity
, I hid at the corner of the stairs, secretly observing what was happening inside.

How could it be so fast? I had barely left when her face was already turned towards those young men. She was holding
a wine glass and sipping her drink. I couldn't see her expression, but I could see that all those young men were intently staring
at my wife. Yu Shan must have seen several pairs of eyes meeting hers, but she didn't seem
to want to look away.

Yu Shan (21)

Yu Shan's generous behavior made these young men think they had an opportunity to take advantage of her. The others also paid attention to them,
especially my wife. They were probably just as curious as I was about this situation, especially on a weekend
night, and in such a place, it was bound to arouse a lot of imagination.

It was rare to encounter such a woman. Yu Shan's behavior made them think she was quite
open , so they got up and went to my wife again. This time they acted together. The five of them stood
in front of the table and talked to my wife. Soon, I saw them sit down one by one.

At first, perhaps because they were not familiar with each other, I felt that Yu Shan was a little reserved, but after a few minutes, they were already
talking and laughing. The atmosphere was very warm, completely different from when I was there.

After about an hour, I finally waited for them to leave. I followed them to the door and looked
They got into four convertibles, one after the other, and my wife got into a silver Mercedes.
The four cars sped away, following each other.

I didn't follow, because we had agreed that she would tell me what happened that night
, and besides, it would be difficult for my car to catch up anyway.

They drove towards Yangmingshan, chatting and laughing in the car. Yu-shan asked about their
backgrounds, and these boys were all rich kids. Since their families were wealthy, they didn't need to
study ; they just liked to play with cars together.

They chatted on their phones the whole way, and the conversation became increasingly suggestive. Later, one of the
boys invited my wife to his villa, since it was on the way.

As the night grew colder, Yu-shan's thin coat couldn't keep out the cold wind. She
felt that driving around like this wouldn't be fun anymore, and since she was having a pleasant conversation with the boys and there seemed to be no age gap, she thought it
would be better to meet up somewhere so they could talk more easily.

Upon entering the villa, the boy named A-Jian first showed her around. The house was large with many rooms.
Finally , they entered a room with a billiard table in the empty space. Yu-Shan picked up a cue stick
and, on a whim, carefully aimed at a ball, only to miss. A-Jian glanced at her, then
confidently picked up his own cue and steadily pocketed the ball. Although he didn't use any advanced techniques,
it was quite good for Yu-Shan, who knew absolutely nothing about billiards.

This scene reminded me of the tricks I used to use to pick up girls at billiard halls back in junior high school. However,
I don't think I've ever seen a woman dressed like my wife in a place like that!

"A-Jian, will you teach me how to play?" Yu-Shan walked up to A-Jian, turning her back to him.

"Okay! No problem." Ah Jian grinned smugly at the others. Yu Shan stood
by the pool table, cue in hand. Ah Jian casually reached behind her, gripping her slender fingers and the cue tightly. He then instructed
Yu Shan to bend forward, spread her legs slightly to match the height of the table, and arch her hips as
high .

My wife didn't know anything about billiards, so she did as Ah Jian instructed. To adjust their positions, their bodies
occasionally touched, sometimes even pressed together.

Ah Jian took the opportunity to grope Yu Shan, while the others surrounded the table, admiring the alluring
poses of her mature and sexy body. She bent over, revealing her full, white breasts, her mini-skirt barely covering her upturned
hips , and a glimpse of red, sexy underwear peeking out between her round buttocks.

After playing a few rounds, Yu Shan's movements became increasingly awkward. Besides
the lecherous stares of the surrounding boys, she felt a hard, throbbing member pressing against her buttocks, making it difficult to maintain her grip on the
cue to unconsciously sway her hips from side to side
.

After enduring this for a long time, Yu Shan couldn't bear the rising desire within her. Her genitals became increasingly wet,
and she only managed to put down the cue when she felt a dampness on her underwear and inner thighs. She used
the excuse .

Alone in the bathroom, facing the mirror, the lingering touch of A-Jian against her skin, her red
underwear pulled down to her knees, she held several sheets of toilet paper, wiping her inner thighs and genitals. The thought of the other
boys' piercing gazes aroused her sexual desire, but the age
difference between them forced her to suppress the rising lust and abandon the idea.

"What are you doing?" Yu Shan's expression turned to surprise as she stepped out of the restroom. The boys in front of her were all
half-naked, lined up, their erect penises pointing directly at her. Their recently dried genitals
were wet again. They noticed the blush creeping onto Yu Shan's face, her slightly coquettish reaction adding
a touch of charm.

When she realized the boys had misunderstood because of her earlier rubbing of her thighs… "It's all
my fault!" Yu Shan thought to herself, momentarily at a loss for words in the face of this situation.

"You guys are really embarrassing me." Though she said this, her eyes remained fixed
on the boys' crotches.

"What are you thinking?" The boys had already taken their pants off; Yu Shan knew the situation perfectly well, but
no one spoke.

From the very beginning, they had harbored certain expectations and fantasies about my wife. Boys at that age
are in their prime, easily tempted, resulting in their engorged
penises Frankly, time alone couldn't alleviate their suffering, so my wife
naturally became their quickest outlet.

"Auntie...you...you're so beautiful!" someone finally managed to utter.

"Really! Then tell me what you want to do now?" Hearing the compliment pleased Yu Shan, but
that wasn't what she wanted to know.

"Okay! I'll tell you." A-Jian couldn't hold back any longer.

"We want to masturbate~" After saying that, everyone waited quietly for Yu Shan's reaction.

The words "masturbate" did indeed startle Yu Shan; the lust she had finally managed to suppress
surged within her again.

"So what do you want me to do? Take off all my clothes?" Yu Shan continued.

"Take off all my clothes in front of these boys?" Yu Shan felt
a pang of .

Judging from the boys' reactions, it seemed they only wanted that much. Thinking about it, they were just
watching, there was no physical contact, and seeing so many boys masturbating in front of her was quite
novel and exciting. Yu Shan even thought that if simply exposing her body could satisfy the boys, it would
be easy , so why not?

"Okay, but you can't touch me!" Since she'd already said it, she might as well be more generous.

"Especially you, A-Jian! You little pervert~" Hearing her wife say that, A-Jian blushed,
but Yu Shan's tone wasn't reproachful.

"Take it off...take it off...take it off..." Amidst the boys' clamor, Yu Shan watched as they clenched their
fists around her penis, while she herself moved her hands to her neckline, slowly unbuttoning the top button one by one
.

"Wow~" Even before she was fully clothed, the sight of her exposed, curvaceous figure,
clad in sexy red lingerie, caused the boys to gasp in surprise.

After Yu Shan stripped completely naked, before the boys could even react, she
plopped down on the pool table, one foot on the edge, the other leg stretched out along the edge. She reached behind her, grabbed a ball, and
rolled it against her thigh, while sucking on her middle finger, her expression utterly wanton.

What they saw was not only Yu Shan's daring, obscene actions, but also her eyes never leaving their
penises, a self-absorbed expression completely unlike any innocent girl.

Under the lewd gazes of their eyes, Yu Shan gradually felt a strange excitement and pleasure, one
hand subtly moving downwards.

"Mmm...mmm..." When her fingers touched her erect clitoris, Yu Shan didn't care about
the boys . She expressed her feelings through her mouth, and her fiery body language revealed the most
seductive side of a mature woman, filling the room with an atmosphere of debauchery.

Yu Shan continued to tease the boys' senses, her bold and open performance almost driving them to
a state of extreme frenzy. Under the rapid rubbing of her hands, their glans were covered in clear, sticky fluid,
glistening .

The boys' youthful energy and drive did indeed give Yu Shan a different kind of stimulation
, stirring wave after wave of passion deep within her. However, to uphold traditional morality, she was trying her best to control her
impulses.

The boys were standing right in front of her; if she wanted, she could immediately have five living penises at her fingertips, completely relieving the needs she had been unable to obtain from Wen Zhong
recently . Thinking of this, Yu Shan felt even more unbearable
loneliness and urgency. Right in front of them, she spread her legs wide and squatted on the pool table, her thick,
dark pubic hair almost touching the surface, but a ball was pressed between them.

The ball rolled and pressed between her thighs, and the reaction from massaging her clitoris could
be seen from the wetness of the ball's surface. However, the smooth surface of the ball seemed unable to produce much stimulation or pleasure. Yu Shan kept pressing
her upper body down, her hands tightly gripping her thigh joints as she swayed back and forth, as if she wanted to stuff the ball
inside.

Yu Shan's obscene movements—spreading her legs, twisting her waist, and swaying her hips—left the boys dumbfounded,
more .

"What am I doing?!" Why must I be bound by traditional constraints, unable to freely pursue
pleasure? While Yu Shan

was internally debating whether to take further physical contact with the boy,
one of couldn't hold back any longer. A thick, milky-white fluid spurted from his glans, landing right on
the tip of her right toe. Before Yu Shan could react, the other boys rushed to her feet, pushing
and shoving to get to the front, followed by another frenzied ejaculation.

After calming down, Yu Shan looked down at the pools of thick semen on her beautiful feet and unconsciously frowned, remaining
silent. She wasn't upset that their semen had soiled her feet, but rather that she hadn't been able to make up her mind, that she hadn't had enough
time …

Recalling the first powerful spurt of semen from the boys' glans, and then the few drops they squeezed
out , Yu Shan saw the satisfied expressions on their faces, as if they were releasing all their pent-up energy.
But what about herself?

Taking the tissue box the boy kindly offered, she carefully wiped her feet and between her toes. The semen, still
warm , had cooled, but the lust within her hadn't been extinguished. Looking at the used tissues beside her,
mixed with the yellowish-brown fluid of the five boys—the semen of youthful vitality—

she
noticed

them comparing their penises, noting that their erections before ejaculation now seemed deflated
, dangling limply between their legs. A smile involuntarily crept across her face.

But when all five stood together and compared them, Yu Shan noticed that A-Jian's penis protruded
slightly forward. Although not as robust as before, it still caught her eye.

Yu Shan stayed in the bathroom for a while. When she came out, everyone was dressed and ready to leave
the villa .

"Jian, will you take me home?" The boy who had given her a ride thought he'd have another chance
to be alone , but he was disappointed.

My wife got into the car first, and the other boys said goodbye to her and left. After Jian
locked the gate and got into the car, my wife gave him a suggestive look, as if she was trying to convey
some kind of message. But Jian didn't think too much about it and just drove off.

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