【Wife Poison】(8)

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8. Half-length Black Stockings
I saw my wife, Mengchan, lying on a medical recliner, her back tilted at about 120 degrees,

revealing her curvaceous figure to the eyes of those in the room. Her hair, due to the reclining position,

cascaded down like a waterfall.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her hairline. Her face held a mixture of smiles and pain, her expression like the prelude to climax, a bittersweet

mix of pleasure and pain.
The male technician, dressed in a white suit, held Mengchan's right foot with his left hand, his right hand holding a coloring pen, carefully

drawing a blood-red rose on her delicate foot. The uncolored areas revealed the soft, tender skin beneath her small foot.
Next to the male technician, a small square table held a carving knife, a piercing needle, an alcohol lamp, and tissues. His

gaze was focused; I couldn't tell if he was ignoring me or genuinely hadn't noticed me. He carefully drew with a

small coloring pen. Although both his hands were gloved, my wife's delicate feet

were being held by a stranger, who occasionally blew on them gently, which infuriated me.
I suddenly entered, without startling the technician or Mengchan. Her eyes were slightly closed, her mouth slightly open,

and she was breathing softly. Her breasts rose and fell slightly, her arms gripping the armrests of the recliner with

great strength, as if she were about to give birth or reach orgasm. Her right foot was pointed, the arch forming a beautiful

crescent shape, her calf trembling slightly. If it weren't for the technician's strong hand holding her, she probably would have kicked her leg out.
I instinctively stopped, afraid of disturbing the technician's final work. Mengchan's left foot was adorned

with a pair of red lips, vibrant and alluring. Her left foot dangled lightly from the bottom of the recliner, her pale thighs quite

striking.
I remembered Mengchan wearing cotton pantyhose when she left, the kind that ran from her hips to her toes—

but now she wasn't wearing them. I glanced around; her brown cotton pantyhose were hanging on

a clothes hook on the wall. Suddenly, I could almost smell the fleshy, slightly pungent scent of her pantyhose.
Mengchan had actually taken off her pantyhose and hung it in such a conspicuous place, yet

the masseur before me was so serious and professional. It was hard to imagine what had just happened, and

what about the traces of blood and flesh on the disk of the person who left the private room?
I gently walked to my wife, took her small hand, and held it.
Mengchan instantly snapped out of it and said, "Husband." I gestured for her to be quiet, and silently watched the masseur's movements.
The masseur didn't even look up; he seemed completely absorbed in his art.
As I left that strange tattoo shop, I made sure to take the pantyhose with me. Mengchan blushed

deeply , and tried to explain, but I kissed her lips to stop her from speaking. I also didn't tell her

about the perverted hamburger guy I'd seen earlier, not wanting to scare her.
On the way back, I drove. While driving, I quietly slipped my hand under her thigh. Her

small feet were wrapped in special bandages, only revealing ten tiny toes and rounded heels.
When my hand touched Mengchan's panties, something felt off. Why were her panties wet? Had

something happened in that private room? I forcefully probed her vagina with my fingers; it was warm and slippery, and my fingers could even scoop out

some fluid.
Mengchan let out a soft moan as my hand touched her, her face slightly flushed.
"Honey, you're still driving! Let's do it when we get home," Mengchan quickly stopped me with one hand.
"Why is your genitals wet?" I suppressed my displeasure and unease, pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned on the hazard

lights, and stared at her profile as I asked.
Mengchan turned to look at me, suddenly realizing, and said, "Honey, you don't think I've done anything to betray you,

do you?" "Then how do you explain your underwear being so wet?" I stared intently into her eyes, trying to see if there was

any .
"I...I was in a lot of pain when my foot was being tattooed, so...I couldn't help but

leak , ah! I'm so embarrassed!" Mengchan blushed deeply, covering her face with her hands, unable to look at me anymore.
"You mean, you leaked fluid because of the pain when you were getting the tattoo?" I was shocked.
"Yes, honey, am I a pervert?" Mengchan said shyly.
"A little, but you can't get any more tattoos without my permission

. You've ruined my beautiful skin." I stroked her hair and started the car.
Concentrating on driving, I stared ahead, but a vague unease lingered within me. Besides her sadistic tendencies, did she

also masochistic tendencies? Why hadn't I noticed before? My wife's secrets were becoming more and more numerous.
Back home, Mengchan started breastfeeding our daughter. It was time to wean her; I couldn't let my daughter steal her

mother's breast from me, not even her.
Mengchan's feet couldn't touch water for three days, which gave me a free kiss. Every night before bed,

I would find an excuse to kiss her little feet, her pearly toes and jade-like

heels scrubbing them until they were smooth and shiny. Mengchan liked my affectionate behavior, but she no longer dared

to act like a haughty queen.
Late at night, Mengchan and I had already made love several times in bed, but she was still unsatisfied. She said that

making love in bed all the time was boring. She suggested going upstairs, and I was a little surprised by her boldness. But it must

feel quite nice, so I agreed.
On the second-floor escalator, a body lay reclining, its bare back gleaming slightly blue in the cold moonlight.

One long, slender leg was planted straight on the step, while the other dangled from the wooden handrail. The man

penetrated ; with each thrust, her breasts on either side of the handrail swayed forward and then back.

Bathed in the silvery moonlight, the silhouette behind her swayed incessantly.
The woman's mouth was stuffed with a pair of panties; she suppressed her sounds, appearing unusually excited. Her juices were already flowing down

the wooden handrail, forming a small puddle on the steps.
Making love in this exposed state was truly thrilling! The woman beneath him became even more sensitive, and within moments,

she had already climaxed several times. It was fortunate that her mouth was stuffed with panties; otherwise, her high-pitched moans would surely

have disturbed others.
At that moment, I caught a glimpse of a trembling figure on the ground in the left corner behind me. Because of the window...

The faint moonlight filtering through the window easily cast the shadow of the figure hidden in the corner.
The shadow had been standing at first, but then crouched down; I could only see one hand, which seemed to

be moving rhythmically. As I moved slightly, the shadow's arm on the ground twitched. My

rapid thrusting caused the shadow's trembling to quicken. Heh heh! Peeping and making love, three people in one shadow.
That must be Mengjuan, that girl, probably starting to get horny. I thought to myself.
Looking at my wife's pert buttocks, I couldn't resist gently patting them. A crisp sound, and the woman beneath me

seemed even more excited; her tender vulva began to nibble at my glans, itchy, tingling, so comfortable. I

saw the figure on the ground pause for a moment before continuing.
Although it felt great, I dared not pat anymore; waking my in-laws downstairs wouldn't be good.
Then my movements intensified, and Mengjuan's panties fell out of her mouth. She blurted out a string

of lewd words: "Daddy, hurry! Daddy, I can't take it anymore! Fuck me to death! Ah! Ah..."

"Ah!" Just then, I heard a surprised cry from behind, then the sound seemed to be covered up, and the shadow

immediately disappeared. I guess Mengjuan didn't expect her sister to be so lewd and perverted.
"I'll fuck you to death, you slut! I'll fuck you! Good daughter, Daddy will fuck you to death!" I couldn't help but join in the perversion.
The person beneath me began to convulse; she seemed to be about to climax. I lifted her smooth, soft thighs and increased

the speed of my thrusts, finally reaching climax together. Just before ejaculating, I pulled my penis out of her vagina,

then stepped up a few steps, pinched Mengchan's small mouth, and thrust into her delicate lips.
During the thrusting, semen and saliva overflowed from her small mouth, splattering on the steps. I carried my

wife, who was now limp as mud, into the bedroom, embracing her delicate body, but my mind was filled with thoughts of Xunmei, the person I loved most.
I wonder if she's asleep now. If she is, is she dreaming of me? If she's awake, is she

gazing at the moon? I know her heart is lonely. And so is mine, even though I'm holding

my newlywed wife in my arms.
Monday, official start of work. I bought an electric scooter and rode it to the company early. Mengchan's family doesn't understand why I ride

an electric . Perhaps they already consider me family, and in their eyes,

their scooter is my scooter too.
Maybe it's pride, or maybe I'm just too sensitive. Although my in-laws say nice

things, for some reason, to me, they seem to think they're superior to me, as if their

daughter is a princess and I'm just a prince consort.
Mengchan asked me tearfully if I disliked her family's things or people. I

solemnly told her that this is her family home, but we'll have our own home in the future. That Lexus belongs to the two sisters

; I have no right to touch it.
Many of my clothes were bought for me by Mengchan, using money given to me by her parents, not money she

earned . I haven't even bought her a single outfit yet, so I'm very serious and

resolute about this.
Men, you must be financially independent! Otherwise, you'll be inferior!
In the company, all sorts of stockings and beautiful legs abound. The elevator smells of cosmetics, the office smells of coffee—that

's what like!
The design department has nine people. The design manager has his own office, so I, the deputy manager, have to

sit outside with the others.
There are three women in the design department. One is a clerk named Xie Ying, who is quite attractive. The other

two are draftsmen, both of whom are extremely unattractive. I happen to sit opposite one of them. "That way

I can concentrate on my work," I joked to myself.
Lin Zheye is a man of few words, and meetings are even faster, usually finished in about ten minutes. I was assigned to be in charge of

the planning and design of a commercial residential area.
There's a lot of information, but on-site visits are still necessary. Today, I reviewed all the materials

and then prepared a feasibility report.
In the afternoon, my boss, He Jing, called me to her office. The first thing I saw upon entering wasn't

the luxurious decor or the neatly arranged books, but a large whiteboard clearly

displaying the goals and performance targets of each department.
He Jing was looking down, seemingly signing a document. Her short hair was slightly swept to one side, and she

wore black-rimmed glasses without lenses, partially obscuring her beautiful face.
Five minutes later, He Jing looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with intelligence behind her glasses.
I met her gaze, my eyes conveying confidence and humility.
I stared at her intently, and finally spoke first, "Ms. He, what brings you here?" "Xiao Ye,

are you settling in well?" He Jing's tone suddenly changed, becoming gentle and less aggressive.
I dislike being called Xiao Ye; it's a somewhat feminine way of addressing me, and I'm not used to it. However, it seems even more inappropriate for others to call

me "Da Ren" or "Xiao Ren." "Big Ren" and "Little Ren"—what a tragic name! How could my

dad be so talented! I felt miserable.
He Jing took out a pack of women's cigarettes, offered me one, and I indicated that I didn't smoke, so she lit it herself.

A wisp of smoke escaped her red lips, and through the swirling smoke, I seemed to see a trace of weariness and loneliness on her jade-like face.
"Well, our company environment is very good, everyone is very motivated. I'm new here and lack experience, but

General Manager Lin is a very good person and has much more experience. I will cooperate well with him in the future, please rest assured, General Manager He," I

said politely.
"Don't always call me General Manager He, you can call me Sister He in private," He Jing

said calmly, staring into my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat. Was the boss trying to get close to me? I didn't know what her attitude was, so I just

hummed in agreement and called her Sister He.
He Jing seemed to brighten up immediately and asked about my studies abroad. I then started

chatting with her , and inevitably we talked about Mengchan. Without Mengchan's financial support, I definitely wouldn't have been able to go abroad, and we also

reminisced about our romantic experiences overseas.
He Jing listened intently, frequently praising Mengchan as a good girl. I secretly glanced at her left ring finger—

no ring! I guessed she might be divorced; this woman probably lacked love, otherwise her skin wouldn't be so

dry .
After finishing that rambling, He Jing went on to tell me her expectations for me, and that there was a particularly important

project in the second half of the year that she wanted me to be in charge of.
I said, "Thank you for your guidance, I will definitely live up to your expectations."
At work, I was completely focused. But after work, I couldn't stop thinking about Xunmei. Xunmei's

previous company mainly dealt in building materials, where she was the purchasing manager. Her previous company was a state-owned enterprise, while

her current company is private. Now she's working as a salesperson in this small company. I don't know

how capable she is; maybe she was kept by Xu Qiyao before, which is why she became a senior executive.
I really wanted to go to Xunmei's apartment right after work. The apartment is in the opposite direction from my parents-in-law's house, and if I went to Xunmei's place

and then went back, it would be quite a distance. If only I could pick her up after work on my way home.
Time and space have been shortened by information technology, and Xunmei and I keep in

touch .
"Are you off work, baby?" I called her.
"I'm off work, on the bus right now!" Xunmei's voice was always gentle. "Honey, I miss you.

When can I see you again?" "Baby, are you free this Saturday and Sunday? Let's go to the underwater park!" I

said while on the phone, riding my electric scooter.
"Yes, I'll wait for you at home on Saturday morning!" Xunmei said excitedly and loudly. I guess everyone on her

scooter was drawn to her voice.
"Okay, that's all for now. We'll talk again tonight." I rarely call her at night; we usually

communicate by text message. Xunmei doesn't text me first at night; I always text her first. I

even secretly bought Xunmei a cell phone, just for contacting me. Only the two of us know the number.

She just used this phone to talk to me. The name I saved on this number is Zhang Jianjun, a

name that looks like a man's.
We both avoided Mengchan. I felt very guilty for doing this to my wife, but I really couldn't let go of Xunmei.

I couldn't help but think, if only this were ancient times.
The dinner was plentiful, a celebration of my first day at work. Everyone raised their glasses, the red liquid

at the bottom emptied. In such a pleasant atmosphere, I mentioned that I wanted to rent a place myself next month.
My mother-in-law and Mengchan strongly objected, saying we already had a place at home, and living elsewhere would definitely be less convenient. My mother-in-law

also said she couldn't bear to leave her daughter and granddaughter.
We argued, neither of us able to convince the other. We had to put the matter aside for the time being.
I could tell that my parents-in-law genuinely missed Mengchan, while Mengjuan seemed to miss me; her bright

eyes were now veiled with a thin layer of mist as she silently watched me. Whenever our eyes met

, she quickly turned her head away.
Before going to bed, Mengchan continued to nag me, but I didn't want to say anything more, so I grabbed my change of clothes and went

to the bathroom. Before going to the bathroom, I secretly took my phone.
"Baby, what are you doing?" I couldn't help but dial Xunmei's number; only Xunmei's voice could soothe my

agitated heart.
"Honey, I miss you in bed!" Xunmei's sweet voice drifted over.
Imagining Xunmei's graceful figure, her fragrant body after her bath, my penis involuntarily hardened

.
"Baby, I miss you too, I really want to make love with you!" I said, undressing and stepping into

the hot tub.
"Honey, I missed you so much today, I missed your kisses, I missed your hugs." Xunmei's voice was filled with loneliness.
"Baby, don't you miss my little brother down there?" I teased deliberately.
"You're so naughty, you're still so horny after all this time!" Xunmei's voice was soft and alluring.
"Baby, my penis misses you right now, I want to hear you make love, let's make love!" Lying

in the tub, my penis erect on the water, listening to Xunmei's voice, I couldn't help but stroke it.
"I'm on this side, you're on the other side, how are we supposed to do it?" Xunmei didn't understand.
"Baby, let's masturbate together, and then tell each other what happened over the phone, okay?" I really

wanted to hear Xunmei's moans.
"Okay, whatever you say!" Xunmei suddenly got excited too.
"Baby, I'm stroking my penis right now, tell me what you're doing. Say it in a lewd way, make

me excited, okay?" I tempted Xunmei.
"Honey, I'm starting to take off my clothes, now I'm only wearing my bra and panties, and my hand is

already inside." Xunmei obediently did as she was told.
"Baby, that's not lewd enough. You need to describe the style and color of your bra and panties, and how you

feel . You need to imagine what it feels like when my big cock is inside you.
" "Honey, my bra is so big, it's so tight! It's a black lace semi-transparent bra!

I've already put one hand inside to touch my nipples, it's so numb! Ah! My breasts seem to be hard, and my nipples are perky

. I feel so hot down there, I really want your big cock! Oh! My hole feels like it's about to leak,

the finger I'm using now feels wet!" Xunmei described in a coquettish voice.
My cock immediately grew bigger, and I involuntarily started stroking it with my hand.
"Baby, take off your bra, and then lick your breasts with your mouth. You need to insert two fingers into your

hole, you need to use the hook!" I commanded.
"Honey, I've already taken off that annoying bra. My breasts are so big! Honey, I'm licking your favorite big

breasts with my tongue now. I've never done this before, it feels so itchy! My breasts are so soft

and fluffy, they smell so good! Honey, I don't want to lick them myself, I want you to lick them for me. My nipples are like

the nipples on a baby bottle, I feel like a baby sucking on milk! Honey, my breasts are so white and soft, like

flour . But they're so big, they sag a little, but now they're perky again." Xunmei was already

in the mood.
My heart started racing, imagining Xunmei with her head down, her hands cupping her breasts, her alluring lips sucking on her

nipples. Her pink little tongue must have slipped out of her mouth, touching her delicate, white breasts,

her saliva must have soaked them completely. I wonder if her genitals are still as delicate as before, and if her pubic hair has

grown more. I guess it definitely has; her downy, dark pubic hair must be wet with her vaginal fluid and sticking to

the base of her snow-white thighs.
As I listened to Xunmei's descriptions and moans, I masturbated in the bathwater,

a unique experience indeed. With each up-and-down motion, the water gushed and leaped like a spring.
"Baby, now take off your panties and smell them. See what they smell like. I want to

smell them, but I can't, so you can smell them for me!" I wondered if she had showered, probably she had, but

they were wet from her vaginal fluids, so they must have a slightly pungent smell. I spoke softly and

turned on the shower; no one outside could hear our phone call.
"Honey, I just changed my panties. They only smell of laundry detergent, but they're wet from my water,

so they seem to have a slight hormonal smell." Xunmei did as I asked, her voice a little shy.
"Baby, you haven't washed your clothes yet, have you? Go get your underwear and stockings from today, I

miss them." I fantasized about those clothes clinging to Xunmei's body; they must smell

so good. How longed to use them to soothe my restless heart.
"I haven't washed them, but honey, what do you want me to do with them? I'm lying naked in bed right now, I don't want

to get up!" Xunmei said coquettishly.
"Baby, be good. I want to kiss your underwear and stockings! Please help me, please kiss them!" The thought of Xunmei

gently licking her worn underwear and stockings with her delicate little tongue made my penis hard as iron.
"Honey, you're so perverted! But I'll do whatever you want, honey, because I love you so much!" On the other end

of the phone , Xunmei seemed to get up and get out of bed to get her dirty underwear and stockings. She walked around

the room naked, and I guessed her breasts must have bounced like basketballs on her chest with her movements.
"Honey, my panties are pink, a little yellow in the front, and they smell faintly of urine

, something I've never smelled before. The stockings are sheer gray, thin and smooth, they feel so nice to the touch!"

Xunmei described lewdly.
"Baby, are you in bed now? Lick your panties with your tongue, and then stuff them into your

mouth! Then stuff your gray stockings into your asshole, at least halfway in

. I want you to be my obedient bunny," I said lewdly.
"Honey, this is so embarrassing, but I'll do as you say. Ouch...it hurts,

my bottom is so dry, I can't get the stockings in. Ah, I've got it. I'll use some saliva to lubricate it first, hmm,

it's slowly going in, it feels weird. I've also inserted my fingers, and the stockings are slowly being pushed in,

it's burning painful, I'm very sensitive there. Oh dear, it's done, the stockings are halfway in, it feels like I have

two !" Xunmei described.
At this moment, his wife Mengchan knocked on the bathroom door, "Honey, why are you taking so long to shower? I've been waiting for you

for ages ." "Wait a little longer, I'm very tired today, I'll soak a little longer." His wife was knocking on the door outside, while he

was in the bathroom flirting with his lover on the phone. Do all cheating men talk to their lovers on the phone in the bathroom

? Right now, my heart is only for Xunmei. Although his wife Mengchan is right next to him, she can't hold back his restless

heart.
"Honey, did Mengchan tell you to go to bed? Let's stop playing now, you go to sleep!"

Xunmei said, but I could hear a hint of disappointment in her voice. Yes, she was supposed to be my wife, but

now she's relegated to being my ex-girlfriend or secret lover. She didn't complain much, but I knew she

was definitely upset.
"Baby, let's continue, don't worry about her. Now, put your panties in your mouth and

taste them for me." I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere; my penis was still rock hard.
"Okay! I'll lick it first. It still has that slightly pungent taste, but it also has a fragrance. Honey,

now putting it in my mouth, so you won't hear me talking later, oh..." Xunmei let out a muffled groan.
I imagined her stuffing her panties in her mouth; it must look so lewd. Could her little mouth even

fit that pink panty?
"Baby, lie face down on the bed now, stick your butt up, turn on the phone speaker, put it on your

pussy , and masturbate

. I want to hear the sound of you using your fingers to penetrate your vagina!" I got excited and increased the speed of my masturbation.
"Plop, plop..." A series of grinding sounds came through the phone, and I knew Xunmei's

fingers were thrusting in and out of her vagina. The sound was so beautiful.
I also sped up my movements and told Xunmei to thrust harder. Her mouth was stuffed with her panties, but she could definitely hear it;

the speaker amplified the sound from her phone.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, I heard "Ah, oh" sounds from the other end of the phone. I guessed

her panties had fallen out of her mouth.
"Husband, I love you, I love...you! Ah! I'm almost there, almost there, husband, I'm coming,

oh!" Xunmei's moans were beautiful, erotic but not vulgar.
"Baby, I'm coming too, let's cum together, let's reach orgasm together!" I growled, and the water in

the sink made a "slapping" sound because of my violent thrusting.
A thick, white liquid traced a graceful parabola before falling into the shimmering pool. I

heard Xunmei's cries on the other end of the phone abruptly stop, leaving only faint breathing.
"Baby, I love you! Get some rest, goodnight!" Hanging up, I rinsed myself off

, opened the bathroom door, pulled back the covers, and sat down.
Mengchan had been sitting on the bed waiting for me, still wearing a sexy nightgown. The thin purple silk fabric

subtly revealed her fair skin. Her graceful figure, with curves like a vase, was stunning. The collar of her nightgown was slightly

open, the top three buttons undone, revealing her deep, white cleavage. She

wasn't wearing a bra under her nightgown; a small portion of her snow-white breasts was exposed, full and so delicate.
Mengchan had even put on evening makeup; her face was lightly made up, her eyebrows delicate as willows, her hair like clouds brushing against her snowy cheeks, and most striking was her

tender red lips. A slight smile from her was already captivating, but now it held an even greater allure.
My desire was reignited, and I pressed my lips to Mengchan's delicate red lips. Our lips slid together, our saliva sweet, and

we kissed.
At that moment, a wave of guilt washed over me again. My wife, to please me,

dressed up like this before bed, all for this one night of tenderness.
I kissed her tenderly. If I had two hearts, I would definitely give one to Mengchan.
We lingered, our love lasting a tender night.
It was the end of the year, and the company was holding a year-end party, including a dance. Families were welcome, or

men and women from the company could pair up.
Xie Ying, a clerk in my department, shyly asked if I had a female companion. I apologized and told her I would bring my

wife, making Xie Ying blush. She probably didn't even notice the ring on my hand.
At the year-end party, the various functional departments were seated in a staggered arrangement, while the deputy managers and directors sat

together, passing glasses and exchanging toasts.
The company's biggest boss was, of course, the main target of everyone's urging to drink. After a few drinks, He Jing was slightly tipsy, her cheeks

flushed, her usual imposing manner completely gone. She tried her best to decline, but couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the crowd.
The dance began, and couples, lovers, or partners entered the dance floor. The shimmering lights cast

dappled, dynamic patterns on their bodies.
I had originally planned to bring Mengchan, but she had already promised to attend a classmate's birthday party, so she couldn't come

. I thought about bringing Xunmei, but that didn't seem right; what if Mengchan came to the company to see me later? It would just cause trouble. As for

Mengjuan, that was out of the question.
Gradually, couples went to the dance floor, leaving only Boss He and me at our table. He Jing looked at me and said,

"Why didn't you bring a female companion? Aren't you married?" "My wife went to a classmate's birthday party, so I

'm alone, haha. Do you have a male companion? If you don't mind, I'd like to invite you to dance!" I

noticed that the company's senior management had all brought their partners, while the others seemed too shy to invite the boss to dance,

so I had no choice but to step in.
He Jing nodded shyly, and I extended my hand. Her small hand gently rested in mine,

and then we went down to the dance floor together.
We danced a slow waltz. It was dark all around, with only occasional spotlights shining on our faces.
He Jing had one arm around my waist, and I held her other hand in mine. Her small hands were slender and her skin was clean,

though her palms seemed slightly sweaty. The hand on my waist was a little stiff, and her feet

kept stepping on my shoes as she hurriedly apologized. I guessed she hadn't danced in a long time; her technique was rusty.
He Jing was wearing high heels; at 1.68 meters tall, those 7-centimeter heels made her eyes reach my

nose. She seemed a little nervous, as if she hadn't been with a man in a long time, keeping her body far away from me, but her

breath, fragrant with the scent of alcohol, still occasionally brushed against my face and neck.
In the dim light, although I couldn't see He Jing's face, I guessed she was sweating a little because

I could smell her strong perfume. The perfume, evaporated by the heat of her skin, smelled just like that.
I never expected that this domineering, powerful woman in the company would have such a girlish

side.
But I didn't dare touch her too much; she wasn't an ordinary woman. A polite dance would have been fine;

I'm not that lecherous, and besides, she's past her prime. It was just that her strong fragrance stimulated my male instincts, and my lower body

involuntarily became erect. It was incredibly embarrassing. Luckily, we were far apart, but sometimes we inevitably

brushed against her legs.
After one dance, He Jing and I didn't dance anymore because the following dances were all lighter and

less suitable for her. And I didn't want to neglect my boss, so even when others invited me to dance, I didn't go down to dance again.
The party ended, and everyone filed out. The company executives let the employees take taxis first before getting into their own

. No one drove there, knowing they were going to drink.
He Jing and I were the last to leave. When I hailed a taxi for her, she shouted, "

Stop ! Thief! Thief!" I turned around and saw He Jing had already taken off chasing a thief, who

was running ahead with He Jing's bag in his hand, while He Jing pursued him relentlessly. She was still wearing high heels

; this woman truly lived up to her reputation as a strong woman, even her pursuit was so fierce.
I snapped out of my daze and quickly chased after her. I soon overtook He Jing, but then she tripped and fell

. I wanted to turn back and help her, but she quickly shook her head at me, saying, "Go after the thief! Don't let him get away!"
I couldn't care less about her anymore and sped up my run. We were still quite a distance from the street; the party was held

here because it was cheaper and more affordable. But I hadn't expected the security to be so bad.
I ran, panting heavily. Seeing my relentless pursuit, the thief

opened took the cash, and tossed the bag behind him.
I caught up, quickly picked up the bag, and tried to chase again, but the thief had vanished.
Walking back, I found He Jing still sitting on the ground. I helped her up by the shoulder.
"Ms. He, are you alright? Did you twist your ankle?" I asked with concern, noticing her slightly pale face.

I didn't call her Sister He.
"I think I sprained my ankle, it hurts so much." He Jing was sweating profusely from the pain.
"I'll take you to the hospital to get it checked out." I gently knelt down and took off her high heels. Her

ankle was swollen, and her small feet, encased in stockings, looked quite plump, exuding the fragrance of the stockings and a strong feminine aura. I handed

her my bag so she could check if she had lost anything valuable. He Jing carefully searched the bag and found that only

cash was missing.
I helped her carry her bag and one high heel, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the hospital.
At the hospital, the doctor asked He Jing to take off her stockings, but she hesitated and didn't say anything. Seeing her like that

, I guessed she was wearing pantyhose or garter stockings, which were inconvenient to remove.
So, I took out a small pair of scissors from my keys, held her small foot, and

cut open , removing the cut pieces.
He Jing's small feet were very white, but her ankle was bruised and swollen. Her eyes held a hint of shyness as she looked at me; after all, a woman

's feet are still considered a woman's private part, unlike hands, which can be held casually.
When the doctor helped her relax her muscles and improve blood circulation, He Jing couldn't help but cry out, her face turning deathly pale by the end, her

body completely weak.
As we left the hospital, half of He Jing's body leaned against my shoulder; she was utterly exhausted.

I had no interest in appreciating the softness of her body; I quickly hailed a taxi to take He Jing home first.
In the taxi, I realized I had been holding a piece of He Jing's black stocking the whole time. The stocking was of very good quality.

It felt smooth and elastic to the touch, but I couldn't tell what kind of scent it had. I'd never smelled

stockings from any woman other than Xunmei and Mengchan. I glanced at He Jing, whose eyes were slightly closed, and secretly slipped the black stocking into my pocket.
The taxi drove into an upscale residential complex. Luckily, there was an elevator; otherwise, she lived on the second-to-last floor, and climbing up and down

would have been exhausting.
He Jing swiped her card to open the door, and the main door opened with a click, while the inner door was unlocked with a key.
In the entryway, He Jing leaned on my shoulder before taking off her high heels and changing into slippers.

Seeing there were no other slippers, I took off my leather shoes and stepped onto her wooden floor in my socks. He

Jing said there was no need to be so polite, that it was alright to wear leather shoes. I said, "Your house is so clean; I don't want to

get it all muddy."
He Jing offered me water, but I poured it myself. I chatted politely with her for a few moments before getting up

to leave.
"Um, Xiaoye, could you help me to the bedroom again? I really don't have the strength to hop on one leg."

He Jing was a little embarrassed. Her short hair was very pretty, with wisps of hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, and her sideburns

tucked behind her ears, revealing her delicate little ears.
I quickly helped her up again and pushed open her bedroom door. Her bed wasn't big, so she must sleep alone. I guessed

she really was single, but I didn't want to ask. I looked around her living room and bedroom but didn't find any photos of men with

her , only a solo photo of herself on the bedside table.
"Um, could you get me another set of pajamas? It's in the second drawer of the closet behind you." He Jing

was already sitting on the bed, but she said shyly, avoiding my gaze.
I opened the drawer and took out a moon-white silk nightgown, but found her bras and

panties lace, sexy, cute, and more. I even found a few thongs; the

thin straps and transparent lace instantly made me hard.
"Xiao Ye, did you find it?" I heard He Jing calling me.
I quickly snapped out of my daze, took out the pajamas for her, and then said goodbye.
While waiting for a taxi, I took out the piece of black stocking from my pocket. This piece of fabric was the one that the usually stern and

strong woman stepped on. This wasn't an ordinary piece of fabric; its owner had imbued it with a mysterious aura.
I somewhat perversely held it to my nose and inhaled deeply. A scent of stockings, leather, and feet wafted over, like

opium ; I was intoxicated. I don't know when I started to be obsessed with women's feet, and now it's extended to stockings.
The car arrived, I put the stocking in my pocket, and went home.
One must never be careless, especially a married man.
The next day, my wife took the piece of black stocking and threw it in front of me.
(To be continued)

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