My husband's big client

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I've been married to my husband for five years, and the initial passion has gradually faded into ordinariness. My husband works as a sales manager, and his performance is quite good. Two years ago, I accompanied him to a business dinner. At the table, Mr. Chen, the chairman of a large company and one of his major clients, took advantage of my husband's drunkenness to make advances towards me. Although he was generous and boasted that he had no shortage of women, I ignored him. After all, I'm a wife now, past the age of yearning to attract all men like I did when I was single. Mr. Chen was probably around 45 years old, with a smiling face, and quite tall. After that dinner, he would contact me from time to time. I don't know where he got my number, but he always spoke incoherently, and I would always hang up

perfunctorily. I never told my husband about it, since this client accounted for almost half of his sales revenue. A year ago, my husband suddenly told me that Mr. Chen had invited him to become the vice president of sales at his company. After thinking it over, he accepted. I had a feeling something was wrong, but I didn't say anything. The next evening, my husband returned home, completely drunk, supported by Mr. Chen. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed. Wearing my thin, tight-fitting silk dress, I poured Mr. Chen a glass of water when he came in. As he took the glass, his other hand rested on my buttocks, sliding down my dress. I trembled slightly but quickly pulled away. As he left, Mr. Chen smiled at me, his eyes filled with a meaning every woman could understand.

From then on, my husband frequently went on business trips, sometimes for a week, sometimes for two or three months. His income did increase, but he spent less and less time at home. At 32, I was at the peak of my sexual desire, and the lack of male stimulation often left me unable to sleep at night, relying on self-stimulation to temporarily quench my thirst. Meanwhile, my husband's attention to me dwindled, while Mr. Chen's attention became more frequent. Sometimes, when he couldn't refuse to go out for dinner, he would subtly flirt with me, pinching my arm or patting my buttocks. My sixth sense told me that one day I'd be pinned down on the bed by this tall, rich man, my buttocks facing him, being ravaged by him. But the thought made me feel ashamed, yet I found myself involuntarily aroused. Lying in bed at night, I even fantasized about it happening… I told my best friend, Qing, about this idea. She's someone I confide in. “If you really want to, just seduce him. Men can't resist temptation,” she said. “How do I seduce him? It's easy to say, but I'm married,” I said. “Oh, you can just have some fun. You both have families anyway. It's just mutual satisfaction, a physical need,” I smiled at her. She smiled too.

Although I'm over 30, I take good care of myself. My skin is fair, and my breasts are just a C-cup. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my long-empty body, the curve of my buttocks was clearly visible. “Am I just going to watch my body grow old day by day?” I couldn't bear the loneliness. Finally, I decided to seduce Mr. Chen and reel in the big fish. To quench my thirst, but as a woman, I'm ultimately hesitant to take the initiative, so I discussed a plan with my best friend.

We planned to invite my best friend and her husband, along with Mr. Chen and myself, to my house on Saturday night to play mahjong. After being invited, Mr. Chen readily agreed. With only a few days left, I was burning with desire, but I still craved Mr. Chen's large penis inside me; I hadn't had sex for almost several months since my husband went on his business trip. That night, I talked to my husband on the phone, and he said he wouldn't be back for another month. I said I missed him, but secretly I wished he would come back later.

On Saturday, I wore a nude lace lingerie set, the bra pushing up and the panties padded. Looking at myself in the mirror, my breasts were firm and my buttocks were perky; I was exceptionally confident in my body. Over it, I wore a white sleeveless dress that reached my knees, my lingerie subtly visible. Before they arrived, I put on light makeup, did my hair, and applied a little lipstick, looking particularly alluring. My best friend was also wearing a dress, and today she was wearing black lingerie, which also accentuated her ample bosom. When Mr. Chen arrived, he pretended to be calm, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he wasn't swallowing, so I guessed what he was thinking.

The four of us played mahjong and drank some red wine. Not long after, I felt Mr. Chen occasionally touching my leg, which was showing under my dress, with his calf under the table. Seeing that I didn't resist, he became bolder and pretended to increase the frequency of his touch. I secretly glanced at his prominent genitals and, seeing Mr. Chen's high nose, thought that his genitals must be quite large as well. I gradually became wet. At this point, my best friend also noticed something was amiss and suggested that the men who lost should drink, and the women who lost should unzip their dresses. I half-heartedly agreed, and the two men were so excited they couldn't stop smiling. Taking advantage of this excuse, I felt like I was following a script in a movie. After my best friend and I lost, we pretended to be embarrassed and unzipped our dresses in three separate instances.

"Oh dear, you guys lost again, hahaha," Mr. Chen laughed, pushing down the mahjong tiles. He had won.

"A bet's a bet, what, you're scared now? Call me 'husband' and I won't let you take your clothes off," he continued, laughing.

"Nonsense, who said I'm scared? Don't even think about making me call you 'husband'." I snorted, exchanged a glance with my best friend, and we both stood up and went back to our room.

When we came out, we were both wearing only sexy lingerie, revealing our full breasts, slender waists, rounded buttocks, and smooth thighs. The skin-toned outfits made Mr. Chen grin from ear to ear.

My best friend's boyfriend and Mr. Chen seemed incredibly excited. I could see he was clearly erect. His eyes were fixed on my skin-toned lingerie set, the half-cup bra revealing my milky-white breasts, thighs, and arms. My best friend looked very voluptuous in her black lingerie. We played for a while longer, then I said I wasn't comfortable sitting and put my legs on Mr. Chen's lap. My toes casually brushed against his large penis. It was indeed very hard. I wondered how big and hard it would be when I took it in my mouth. All four of us were starting to feel the heat of desire. A little while later, my best friend said she was tired and wanted to go home. I said, "Let's stay here tonight. We've all been drinking, we

can't drive." Then I looked at Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen muttered to himself, "I've been drinking, that's true, I really can't drive." I seized the opportunity and said, "Why don't we all stay here?"

I felt Mr. Chen's fiery gaze fixed on my chest, lingering over my body. A long-lost thrill of attracting men surged within me. I didn't respond actively, but I didn't refuse either. I felt he was definitely aroused, looking at me like a hungry tiger that had been thirsting for a long time.

A little while later, my best friend and her husband went to their room. My house has three bedrooms. My best friend and her husband each got one room, Mr. Chen got one room, and I got one room. I went back to my room and admired my body in the bathroom mirror, wondering what excuse Mr. Chen would come up with to come over later. A while later, my best friend's room lights went out. I lay on the bed, took off my safety shorts, and was still wearing my sexy nude-colored lingerie. A little while later, Mr. Chen sent me a WeChat message. "Xiao Jie, do you have a thinner blanket? This one's too thick."

"The blanket's thin? How hot are you?" I replied.

"I'm healthy, my blankets are usually very thin, just as thin as your underwear, beautiful..." Mr. Chen said.

"Oh, come on. I do have a blanket, but it's in my closet. It's a bit high, why don't you come get it?" I replied.

"Oh dear, it's so late, it's not convenient for me to come over, never mind..." Mr. Chen said. "

It's okay, come over, otherwise it'll be too hot, you won't sleep well, and neither will I." I replied with my obvious hint, feeling a surge of desire within me, wishing he would come and soothe my parched body. I felt my reply was incredibly cheesy, even disgusting, but the ambiguity at that moment was incredibly stimulating.

I adjusted my bra, puffing out my chest. Even out of the corner of my eye, I could see my erect breasts; a sight no man could resist.

Half a minute later, I heard a soft knock at the door. I carefully opened it, not wanting my best friend's room to know. Although she knew my purpose tonight, I didn't want her to laugh at the details.

As soon as the door opened, Mr. Chen pushed it open and strode in, pressing himself against me. His lips met mine, and he closed the door behind us as we kissed.

"Xiao Jie, you're so tempting. Ah, you know what? I want to fuck you every day, to penetrate you hard, to ejaculate inside you. Don't refuse me," he said, his hands frantically kneading my buttocks with one hand. I half-struggled, half-submitted, twisting my hips in rhythm with his. Then, without hesitation, his other hand grabbed one of my breasts, kneading it lightly and heavily. The caress ignited my body like a match. My movements and the curves of my body made his hand tremble slightly, as if savoring a rare delicacy.

His mouth then began to wander, his tongue entwining with mine before he gently nibbled at my face, ears, and neck. I let out soft moans as Mr. Chen kissed me, feeling him rubbing his lower body against my genitals. A faint pleasure surged through me, and I couldn't care less anymore. I broke free and cried out, "Ahhh, no...please stop...please stop torturing me..." "Ha, so what do you want, little wildcat...ah?" "I hate you...ahhh, don't...want...want, I want..." "What do you want? Tell me, and I'll give you what you want," Mr. Chen whispered in my ear. At the same time, our bodies caressed each other. I grabbed his penis and gently rubbed it back and forth, while he vigorously rubbed my buttocks, breasts, and rubbed his lower body against me. "Ahhh... Ohhhh, I want... I want you to fuck me hard... Ah... I want... to be your woman... to fuck you every day, to give you oral sex, to make you cum..." After saying that, Mr. Chen forcefully picked me up and frantically licked my cleavage, then threw me onto the bed. I looked at him seductively and longingly. Mr. Chen didn't forget to turn around and lock the door. Then he quickly took off his underwear and pounced on me like a madman, kissing me and licking me. His hands grabbed my breasts, kneading them until my lower body itched. I whispered in his ear: Tonight I'm all yours.

Then, he tore off my underwear. It was the first time my underwear had been torn by a man, and I felt a kind of rape-like pleasure. Then, he tried to take off my underwear. I put my legs on his broad shoulders. As he took off my underwear, he stroked my thighs back and forth. On the other side, I untied my torn underwear myself and threw it aside. My two proud breasts stood erect, their areolas flushed a deep red. I swayed my body, my breasts bouncing up and down.

Mr. Chen gripped his penis in one hand, saying, "Can't wait any longer, huh? Hehe, you little slut." I saw that his penis was much thicker than my husband's. He shoved it into my mouth. I took his big penis into my mouth; it was indeed incredibly hard, and a warm sensation spread through my mouth. I moaned softly as he thrust in and out, faster and faster. He kept saying, "Ah, ah ah oh oh mmm mmm ah ah ah. You're so horny, you slut, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut, your little mouth is so pretty and so horny..." Being an old hand, his hand then stroked my clitoris from below. Warmth and tingling sensations spread through my body simultaneously. I felt incredibly good; it was definitely different from being with other men. I could let loose completely, expressing all the actions a woman might want to unleash in her sexual fantasies.

After ten minutes of oral sex, he noticed my desire and pulled his penis out of my mouth. I writhed wildly, feeling like a complete slut begging to be fucked. Guilt and excitement surged simultaneously, fueling my lust even more. He grabbed my legs and forcefully thrust his large penis into me. Waves of intense pleasure washed over me, my breasts trembling even more violently. Mr. Chen's hands kneaded my buttocks hard, and with each thrust, I involuntarily cried out, "Ahhhhhh, ohhhh, so good, so good, I want it, ohhh, don't stop, it's been so long since I've been fucked by a big penis. It feels so good..." I moaned like a slut. "Hahaha, is it good! Do you want more?" "Yes...yes, yes...from now on I'm your woman, a woman who needs to be fucked by you." I groaned, enjoying the suffocating passion of love. While we were having sex, Mr. Chen kept saying, "Beautiful lady, do you know how much I wanted to fuck you while we were playing mahjong today? You dared to seduce me! Today I'm going to fuck you to death!

" Mr. Chen continued, pressing close to me. I replied seductively, "I was just seducing you. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long, ahhhhhhh. Mmm...you...fuck me...it's so much better than my husband...

from now on I'm your girl, you...ahh ... "Ah...ah...so good...so good..." I moaned, but Mr. Chen responded quickly, so it looked like we were both being tossed around together, indistinguishable from one another. I looked down at this lewd scene, Mr. Chen's penis thrusting in and out, both of us swaying so intensely, my penis pressing against his flesh, and I continuously ejaculating large amounts of glistening fluid. In an instant, Mr. Chen's blood boiled, and he thrust even harder. My body and mind reacted with unprecedented extreme excitement. I skillfully swayed my hips to meet Mr. Chen's thick and powerful penis, and even wrapped my arms around his waist, stroking him back and forth. At this moment, I felt all my soul concentrated on his burning rod, and my whole body was about to burn. On the verge of collapse, Mr. Chen's penis swelled up, so hard it hurt, but more than that, there was intense pleasure and desire. If there was any more stimulation, my brains would surely be splattered. Having been through this myself, I knew he was about to climax, so I quickly pushed him away: "No, today is your fertile period, you can't ejaculate inside..." Mr. Chen groaned to himself, "I'm going to cum, cum where, you slut, where do you want your husband to cum?"

"Ah...where do you want to cum...oh oh oh oh, just cum...my oh, it's yours, cum wherever you want...don't cum inside..."

"Where do you want a stud to cum on you, tell me, you little slut?"

"Cum...on my big white thighs, ah, oh oh, ah."

"And what else, where

do you want to cum?" "Ah...please, I can't take it anymore. Cum quickly, cum hard on me, big tits are fine, in my mouth, on my face, anything."

"Where's your big perky ass?"

"Ah ah ah, okay, cum, cum hard. Please...hard...cum me...cum me to death..."

"Then your husband pulled out, how about cumming on your tits today?"

"Okay, cum all over them...good...moisten your...woman."

"Beg me to cum on you, you beautiful woman."

"Come on, shoot it all over me, I'll let you shoot it all over my body later," I moaned and answered.

Mr. Chen pulled out his hot, thick penis and quickly pressed it against the cleavage between my breasts, pressing his legs against my vagina, his hands rapidly rubbing his penis, his legs rubbing against my genitals. He opened his mouth; I knew he was about to ejaculate. To make him feel good, I involuntarily said, "Shoot it all over me, shoot it into my breasts, my beautiful breasts." Men all like women in bed to be sluts. My words further aroused the man before me. As I spoke, I cupped my breasts with both hands, clamping his large penis between them, and rubbed it vigorously a dozen times. A stream of hot semen shot out from Mr. Chen's penis, and he groaned. I continued to experience the pleasure of his legs rubbing against my lower body, saying, "You shot so much! You're so strong! Shoot as much as you want! You're much better than my husband!" My words stimulated him during his orgasm, and he continued to thrust harder. I continued to squeeze my erect breasts, a second wave, a third wave, a fourth wave, a fifth wave, each time shooting out a stream of hot semen, covering my breasts. As I felt a sense of accomplishment, my lower body involuntarily released fluid. We both orgasmed. Then, we continued kissing, and after kissing, we lingered for a long time. I felt his saliva soak my breasts, buttocks, and the blanket. After a while, we went to the room to shower together, and then he quietly went back to his room to sleep.

Before leaving, he turned to me and said,

"I'll go out and fuck you another day."

"You pervert, go to sleep."

That night, I finally fell asleep satisfied and slept soundly.

After that, I became Mr. Chen's tool for sexual gratification. In the luxurious private rooms of his karaoke bars, by the window of his villa, in his CEO's office, and in hotels downtown, I slept with him four times a month, averaging once a week. I enjoyed the thrill of these clandestine encounters. The rest of the story will be told later.

[The End]

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