Enjoy unexpected secret desires

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It's been a long time since I've written anything. Having read so many expert erotic stories, I really don't know how to write something that will truly move you all. I feel that good erotic writing should ignite a burning desire in the reader. A few days ago, my mother-in-law went to stay with her parents for a while. The long nights were unbearable. After two doses of love potion and a few packs of cigarettes, I finally wrote down some of my thoughts.
To be honest, I longed to see my mother-in-law being loved by several men, but of course, I was restrained, not crude, haha. My writing isn't very good; I don't know if I can meet your expectations. Please bear with me!
By the way, I'd also like to trouble the forum members who know how to format this; I'm really too clumsy. Thank you.
Prologue:
"Wife, let the kids stay with Grandma this weekend!"
"Why?"
"You've been so tired these days, let's go out and relax." I grabbed her full breasts from behind
and squeezed them hard.
"You're not up to something again, are you?" My wife twisted her body to break free from my grasp while putting vegetables
into the wok.
"Don't you like my mischievous idea?" I casually slipped my hand inside her pajama bottoms from behind, rubbing her
alluring cleft.
"Go away, the kids will see, you lunatic!" My wife gasped, pulling my hand out and swaying her hips
as she went to cook.
The Plan
Over the weekend, after dinner, I urged my wife to change.
"What are you going to wear?" she pouted.
I quickly grabbed a few outfits I'd planned out of the closet and urged her to put them on.
"The neckline is so low, I can only wear it at home. And this dress is too see-through." My wife put on her last resistance
.
"Please, didn't we agree to go out and relax? At a bar, I'll be laughed at for dressing so tacky."
"At a bar? That's expensive!" My wife complained, grabbing the outfits and putting them on.
"I'll treat you, okay? I'm bleeding money today."
"No, this dress is too revealing, how can I go out?"
Following the voice, I looked at my wife in the mirror, and my nose almost bleeded. The result
was even more wonderful than I'd imagined.
The Lycra bra perfectly accentuated the woman's full breasts, making her cleavage as deep as
the Grand Canyon. The two lace ruffles on the front of the silk blouse made her breasts appear even higher
, and the deep neckline left almost half of them exposed, as if they might leap into
your hands at any moment. The sleeveless design was the perfect finishing touch, and her shaved arms further enhanced her mature charm
.
Below her waist was a white, bias-cut long skirt, just past her knees, the soft, flowing fabric cleverly
concealing her slightly protruding belly. I had spent a long time searching for this skirt online;
at first glance, it seemed ordinary, but its secret was revealed under strong sunlight or lamplight—it was almost translucent then
. I could almost imagine the fiery reactions of others when they saw my wife's little thong.
“No problem, I just want to see them watching and getting anxious.” I grabbed a light trench coat and draped it over her 　　shoulders
, giving her a deep kiss on the lips.
“Get lost.” Two red clouds rose on my wife’s cheeks as she casually slipped on her gold open-toed sandals
. 　　“Wife, you’re so alluring tonight.” I whispered in her ear, 　　lifting one of her legs onto mine and gently stroking it. 　　“You’re shameless, someone might see us.” My wife pulled at the hem of her flared skirt to block 　　the view from the rearview mirror, while gesturing towards the driver’s seat. 　　Just thinking about the astonished look in the taxi driver’s eyes when he saw the alluring view beneath my wife’s trench coat made my penis 　　rock hard, and I kissed her lips deeply. At first, the woman tried to struggle free from my arms 　　, but she quickly surrendered under my fiery sucking, letting her legs spread wide open, allowing 　　the older man in front to watch me caress her vulva through her thin thong, letting her love juices gradually wet 　　my fingers. 　　"Hmm, cough! Sir, we've arrived at the bar street." 　　"Oh!" I pulled my panting wife and plunged into the brightly lit, bustling street, completely ignoring the 　　surprised look behind us. 　　"Dust Road" was a semi-slow-rock bar, the 　　kind that plays slow music interspersed with slightly faster dance music, its postmodern industrial decor making the men and women inside seem passionately energetic. I pulled my wife to the bar, 　　ordered 　　her a fiery red lipstick, and I ordered a passionate martini. 　　My wife had never been to a place like this before, curious about everything, looking around reservedly. I, on the other hand 　　, sipped my drink while observing the men and women on the dance floor. 　　There weren't many people today. Under the dim lighting, only a dozen or so couples were slowly swaying together. 　　On the sofas nearby, there were two other groups: one was a couple in their thirties whispering in a corner; 　　the other was three or four young men drinking beer, their handsome faces already flushed red from the alcohol, yet 　　desperately trying to maintain their masculine dignity. 　　"Miss, you don't come here often, do you?" the bartender's question pulled me back to my wife. 　　"First time." It turned out the bartender had noticed me leaving my wife alone and had come to chat her up. 　　"I knew it. You look unfamiliar. If you like our environment, come work here. To be honest, 　　a lot of people with connections come here." 　　'Damn it, this guy thinks my wife is a prostitute.' I was both angry and amused, and about to explode, 　　I suddenly saw my wife's beautiful breasts pressed against the bar counter, bursting with allure, and I understood the bartender's misunderstanding. 　　The tall bar stools stretched the woman's legs long, with only her toes gracefully touching the ground, yet the skirt 　　clung tightly to her rounded buttocks. My wife's upper body unconsciously straightened, leaning against the bar counter, her curly hair cascading 　　down her rosy cheeks, exuding the allure of a mature woman. 　　"Let's go over there!" I pointed to a set of sofas in the corner, where it was almost completely dark. As I 　　led 　　the woman across the dance floor, I noticed several gazes lingering on my wife. 　　"Wife, you're so beautiful," I said, pulling her deeper into the sofa area.

"Get lost, you're so old."
"Mature women are the most charming." I teased, pulling my wife's hand.
"You're all talk." My wife rested her head on my shoulder.
"You're the most beautiful one in my heart."
"Mmm."
"These days you've been juggling work and home, I haven't been able to help you much, you've worked so hard."
The woman was clearly moved, pulling my head close and pressing her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her deeply,
gently stroking her legs, slowly letting her skirt slide up to her waist, revealing half of her full buttocks in the flashing
spotlight.
"No." My wife struggled to sit up, to straighten her clothes, but I pushed her back onto the sofa.
"Wife, I want it." I gazed into her eyes, seeing hesitation and desire.
"I like seeing the eager look on other people's faces when they look at you, really, it's so exciting, feel it." I placed my wife
's hand between my legs, and the woman couldn't help but rub it.
“Nobody knows us here, let’s have some excitement. I’ll love you properly when we get home.”
My wife closed her eyes, her tense body suddenly going limp in my arms, her breathing becoming rapid.
I unbuttoned my pants, and her hand snaked inside, grasping my penis like a lifeline
. I sucked hard on her tongue, kneading half of her buttocks with abandon. My wife’s desire
was quickly aroused; she thrust her chest forward, panting as she responded to my deep kiss.
I secretly glanced at the surrounding crowd; many eyes were already glancing this way, especially those young
men who had stopped drinking and were now stealing glances, whispering and laughing.
“Let’s do something even more exciting.” My penis felt like it was about to burst from my wife’s kneading, and the burning desire
made me bolder.
As I savored the woman's fragrant tongue, I spread her legs wide. Even though we were in
the darkest corner of the bar, such a sensual scene would attract countless glances fueled by alcohol and lust.
Her thin thong was pulled down to a sliver, deeply embedded in her sweet vulva, her pale brown labia
stretching freely like a sinful lily blooming in the night. My wife had never
exposed her genitals in such a public place before. Her hysterical abandon masked intense shame, causing her lower body to tremble slightly.
Soon, a glistening drop of vaginal fluid clung to the bottom of her vulva, beautiful as morning dew.
I suppressed the urge to insert my fingers deeply, knowing how much her empty vulva craved to be firmly
filled. To allow my wife to accept the game more freely, I needed to slow down the pace at the right time. "Come on, let's go dance for a while," my drunken wife
said
, as I staggered into the dance floor, only able to
lean on my shoulder during the soothing slow movements. I simply stroked her waist,
slowly circling around with the bewildered figures around us.
After a while, I began to lightly kiss the sensitive area behind her ears, then
kissed my way down her neck, finally biting her earlobe and gently sucking on it. My wife, her desire pent up with nowhere to go, was
further aroused by my teasing. She closed her eyes, lifted her head, searching for my lips, and pressed her lower body against my penis
, seeking the pleasure of touch.
I kissed her deeply, my hands sliding down to her full buttocks, gently caressing them. The kisses grew more passionate,
the caresses more forceful, and the woman enjoyed the burning desire transmitted by the man's hands on her buttocks.
I pushed my wife slowly towards the back of the bar, idly pacing around near our seats.
There were hardly any other customers, except for a few young men at the next table who drank beer and occasionally
glanced at us.
"I want to fuck you." The carnal whisper fueled the woman's passion, her arms encircling my neck
as she sucked on my tongue, as if swallowing my penis.
I lifted her long skirt from behind, her white buttocks trembling shyly in the dim light
. I relished the sensation of her soft flesh deforming and unfolding in my hands, a
silent release of my pent-up desire. My wife, absorbed in our passionate kiss, was completely unaware that her genitals were
so brazenly exposed.
Suddenly, I noticed one of the four boys gesturing at me. The dim light prevented
us from clearly seeing each other. I slowly pulled my wife closer to them and
saw that the boy was pointing at her buttocks, giving her a thumbs-up. A surge of heat rushed from my head
to my hard penis, almost making me ejaculate. Exposing my woman's genitals so closely to
strange men, something we'd never done before, was incredibly stimulating.
I smiled at them, raising my right hand in a neat "V" sign.
"Who are you greeting?"
"Those students, they think your ass is pretty."
"Ah!" My wife only then realized that her skirt was being seen by the men behind her, and she frantically tried
to break free from my arms and pull her skirt down.
"No, it won't hurt if you see." I grabbed my wife's hands and placed them on my lower back, covering her
buttocks and pulling her closer. My hard penis pressed against her soft abdomen, expressing an undeniable
desire.
"You're really crazy," my wife whispered, her head resting against my chest, eyes closed, a tear
sliding down her fluttering eyelashes.
“It’s just a game, isn’t it?” I gently sucked away the tear, found her burning lips, and
stubbornly pushed my tongue inside. My wife struggled slightly for a few moments, then quickly began to respond to my kiss, our tongues
swirling and intertwining in each other’s mouths, as if she had already let go of the
traditional thoughts and reserve she had held onto for so long.
I slowly turned my wife towards the young men, almost standing right in front of them. Behind me
were the other dancers, their view obstructed, completely unaware of what was happening.
I continued to show them my wife’s beautiful buttocks, and they could see her bare genitals more clearly.
Four men simultaneously gave us thumbs-up, which fueled my inner fire. I simply
slipped both hands under my wife's thong, one hand rubbing her anus, the other's middle finger smoothly sliding into her
already dripping wet vagina, slowly thrusting in and out.
The woman let out a soft moan, trembling slightly, almost collapsing onto me. My wife's narrow
thong was already stretched to one side, her full buttocks, thick labia, and dripping vagina completely exposed
to the four pairs of eyes opposite us, practically spitting fire.
While slowly thrusting my finger in and out of my wife's honey pot, I pointed to the woman's buttocks
and made a stroking motion. The four men looked at each other, unable to believe what they were seeing, so I
did it again. This time they confirmed my intention and began to eagerly try.
"Wife, they want to touch you."
"Huh?" The woman didn't understand.
"They want to touch your butt."
"Get lost, no way," my wife refused, panting.
“Just pretend you don’t know, nothing will happen.” I quickly moved my fingers in and out of her vagina a couple of times, and
my wife immediately fell silent.
I pointed to one of them and beckoned. He quickly stood next to us, hesitantly
placing his hand on my wife’s bare buttocks. Seeing that the woman didn’t resist, he began to knead her vigorously.
My wife’s body trembled slightly in my arms, becoming somewhat stiff, burying her head deeply in my chest.
Her warm breath, through the thin shirt, tickled my chest. I quickened my finger movements
, and the woman’s buttocks arched outwards, moaning softly, as if responding to the boys’ caresses.
“First one,” I whispered in my wife’s ear, and immediately, a stream of warm juice slid
down my fingers.
“Second one.”
“Third one.”
“Fourth one.”
Under my direction, the four boys took turns caressing my wife’s buttocks, one of them even pressing his finger against her
anus. Each time I whispered the next number into my wife's ear, her moans grew more rapid, and her wet, hot
vagina involuntarily tightened around my fingers.
Finally, the elegant music ended with the boys' gestures of thanks. Then, a
bolder idea suddenly popped into my head. I slipped my hands under the edge of her thong from her waist and pulled it down, as if
lifting her skirt. But the small thong slid down her thighs and onto the floor. My wife
stared at me in surprise, somewhat bewildered, unsure whether to pick it up and put it on or pretend not to notice.
"Never mind, someone will pick it up," I said, pulling my wife back to our seats. Looking back, we saw four boys engrossed in
playing with something. I
gestured
towards the bar: "B52 and Lamborghini."
A moment later, two cocktails, gleaming with dazzling flames, were placed on our table.
"So beautiful!" my wife exclaimed, leaning against me.
“None of them are as beautiful as you tonight.” I gently kissed her hair while stroking her bare
shoulders.
“You’re such a pervert.” My wife pouted and looked at the young men. “Those panties were so expensive.”
“Silly girl, it’s worth it for the handsome guys to take them!”
“Get lost.” The woman pinched my thigh.
“Wife, I love you.”
“I know.” My wife downed the bright red drink in one gulp, curled up on her side on the sofa,
her head resting on my penis.
I lifted her skirt from behind, her large buttocks glistening with an alluring sheen, her thick labia tightly
pressed between her thighs, moist like flower buds in the morning dew.
“Do you know those guys?”
“No.” I pressed my fingers hard against her anus, each time slipping out as soon as it went in
.
“This wasn’t your plan, was it?”
“No, I just wanted us to relax today, you’ve been under so much pressure these past few days.” My fingers
were already inside her honeyed slit, slowly moving in and out.
"Wife, I've been wanting to ask you, are you happy like this?"
"I don't know." My wife twisted her body slightly, making it easier for my fingers to slide in and out.
"Think carefully before you answer me. I want to hear the truth." "I can't say. It just feels like this past year has been a dream. You 　　've dug out
the worst side of me . Hmm... be gentle." 　　"Silly boy, this isn't bad, it's instinct. It's something everyone needs, but we 　　bind ourselves with morality. We can't always show our rational side. Being a little naughty sometimes makes things much easier. Isn't 　　that right?" 　　"Hmm. But you're not just a little naughty, you're a big pervert." My wife said coquettishly, rubbing my penis in my pants 　　. Because of the dining table, no one could see her little actions. 　　"And you, a slut or a whore?" I dipped my finger in her nectar and slowly pushed it into her anus 　　. 　　“I am, isn’t that what you like?” 　　“I just like having other men fuck you. I was your first man before, and I’ll find you lots and 　　lots of men in the future. I love you, this is my compensation for the years!” 　　“You’re so good at talking.” 　　“Don’t you like it? You just haven’t dared to face it. I’m the one who made you release your inner desires 　　. When we were dating, I knew that although you seemed traditional on the surface, you were lewd inside, you just 　　didn’t have the spark to ignite it.” 　　I started thrusting into her anus and vagina at the same time, just shallowly, to leave her “unsatisfied.” 　　“Am I really that kind of woman?” The woman simply took out my penis and squeezed it in her hand. 　　“Want to eat it?” 　　“Yes.” My wife started rubbing my penis with the tip of her tongue. 　　“That’s right, just say it if you want it, there’s nothing shameful about having sex.” 　　“But you’re making me do it with so many men.” My wife sucked harder and harder.

"What's wrong with trying different things? Weren't you happy when your manager was having sex with you on his desk?"
"Yes. But I was so scared. I was afraid someone would come in, afraid someone would find out, afraid he would look down on me
. After that, I didn't dare to look up during meetings."
"Was it more enjoyable than having sex with me?" My penis couldn't suppress the urge to ejaculate.
"No, it was just so exciting. I just didn't expect someone who's usually so proper would..."
"Would what, seduce you?" I asked. My wife had already swallowed the entire head of my penis, gently
rubbing the urethral opening.
"Mmm."
"Silly girl, all men are the same."
"He's sixty."
"What, doesn't he make you feel good?"
"Actually, he's always pretty short, but I'm always very excited. It's probably because it's in the office.
I want to moan but I don't dare."
"Exactly. I told you office sex was exciting, and you scolded me."
"Mmm."
"How do you feel now?"
"Not bad. If he didn't let me go one noon, I'd really be a little..."
"Slut." I couldn't help but insert my finger deep into her anus.
"Didn't you tell me to say it?" My wife kicked her legs, her long skirt slipping down to her buttocks, her white
legs gleaming in the dim light. The four boys not far away clearly guessed our actions and
excitedly raised their bottles in our direction.
"Besides, sometimes it's really tiring. That day at noon, I had just finished with him, and then the secretary made me go after work,
pestering me for over two hours. My legs were weak when I got home."
"Oh, I've never heard you mention that before?"
"There's a lot more you haven't heard!" My wife gently licked my scrotum, the warm feeling making me feel very
comfortable.
"What else are you hiding from me?"
"Nothing." My wife grabbed my penis and quickly moved it in her mouth.
"Tell me the truth, I want to hear it." I rubbed her clitoris.
"Hmm...hmm, last time I was on a business trip, the secretary and the chairman fucked me all night, and as a result, it's a little swollen."
"Ah!" A gush of hot semen erupted from my penis. My wife tried to pull away, but I held her head down and
ejaculated deeply into her throat, white fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Swallow it." I pressed her head down hard.
"Ugh...ugh..." The woman struggled gently, but quickly surrendered, sucking my penis
clean from top to bottom, making it glisten.
She lifted herself up and pressed her lips to mine: "I'm not coming anymore, I haven't had my fun yet!"
"Get up, you'll have your fun later." I pushed her away and stuffed my penis back into my pants.
Invitation
"Big brother, can you ask your wife to dance?" The boys finally couldn't hold back and sent out their most handsome representative
. The handsome boy had slightly curly hair, not very tall, wearing a white shirt and light blue
jeans, looking very energetic.
My wife gave me a questioning look. Leslie Cheung had always been her idol since her student days, and I'd even
joked about it with her before.
I nodded, and the boy pulled my wife's hand as we danced together on the dance floor.
"Brother, your wife is hot!" Two other boys sat down next to me without me noticing.
I smiled. "What would you like to drink? It's on me."
"You seem like a generous guy, brother. We'd like to thank you for your hospitality earlier." One of them was very
capable, with sharp features that gave him a heroic air. His sapphire blue t-shirt accentuated his chest muscles.
"It's a win-win situation, don't be shy." I patted their shoulders. "Where are you students?"
"Tianjin University, seniors."
"Almost graduating, right?"
"Yes. We're all in the student council, just hanging out here." This time, the one who spoke up was wearing Adidas
, his strong arms clearly the result of long-term exercise.
"Brother, are you going to play again later?" The one in the blue t-shirt tried to remain calm, but he couldn't hide
the eagerness in his eyes.
“It depends, we just want some excitement.” I lit a cigarette and tossed out a puff of smoke.
“We want some excitement too.” “Adidas” seemed impatient, bumped into by “Blue T-shirt
. ”
“Haha, just say it.” I looked them straight in the eye.
“It’s like this, we’d like to book a private room and invite you and your wife to sing some songs.”
“Hmm, I don’t know if your wife would be willing, I need to hear her opinion.”
“I think she’ll agree. Actually, the main thing is that you don’t mind.” “Blue T-shirt”
gestured towards the dance floor, emphasizing the word “mind.” I then noticed that, without me noticing, there were two figures beside my wife, one in front and one behind 　　, tightly sandwiching
her in the middle.
The woman's eyes were closed, her long, curly hair swaying to the powerful rhythm. Her ripe
breasts heaved violently, as if they might burst from her wide neckline at any moment. Her white dress
became transparent under the bright spotlights, revealing the deep cleft of her buttocks and thick pubic hair as the three men moved.
The boy in front of my wife held her swaying waist, their lower abdomens pressed tightly together
. The man behind her had already lifted her skirt slightly, caressing her thighs, and, in rhythm,
thrust his penis tightly into the cleft of her buttocks beneath her skirt, twisting wildly.
Imagining my wife's bare buttocks being molested by other men, my penis, which had just been used,
became erect again.
"You guys go first, I'll ask her."
"Thanks, brother." "Adidas" jumped up excitedly.
"Wait, let's make this clear first, we can't force her if she doesn't want to."
"Don't worry, big brother, we're all students, we'll need your guidance later." The man in the blue t-shirt
responded politely.
"Okay."
"We're leaving now, second floor, 'Sea of Fire'."
Just then, the music changed to a slow rock, and his wife emerged from the dimly lit dance floor, leaning against the sofa...
She was breathing heavily, her high chest rising and falling like waves after a storm.
"Tired?"
"A little dizzy." The volga in B52 was slowly exerting its power.
"Excited, aren't you?" I teased. "Those two boys were pretty handsome."
"Not as handsome as you, and not as bad as you." My wife jumped up and pinched my nose.
"Not as bad as me? You're about to be pierced through by them!"
"Jealous, aren't you!" "Jealous
? Feel it, is it hard?" I pulled my wife's hand.
"I want...husband." The woman said coquettishly.
"Then let's go."
"Where to?"
"Where do you think?" I teased her on purpose.
My wife glanced to the side subconsciously; the seat was already empty.
"Haven't you danced enough?"
"Get lost, I just wanted to dance a little longer." My wife hid the disappointment in her eyes.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“What’s up there?”
“Let’s find a private room and dance properly.”
“It’s expensive, let’s go home!”
“It’s okay.” I pulled her along, across the dimly lit dance floor, towards the private room on the second floor.

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