[A Married Woman's Passionate Mood] (Complete)

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A Wife's Lustful Ambition:

Office Scene

On the evening of April 29th, my wife came to the company to wait for me to get off work. It was already 5:30, I think.

Because I was still at a client's place, I told her on the phone that I might not be back until after 7:30, and that

she wander around and meet my colleagues.

Unexpectedly, I returned to the company early, around 6:30. All my colleagues had left, but

I couldn't find my wife in the meeting room. So I searched through each office, and when I got to the manager's office, I vaguely heard a

girl's voice. I quietly went closer to see what was happening, and discovered that my wife was having an affair with Manager Chen.

Through the blinds in the manager's office, I saw my wife lying on the sofa, her clothes unbuttoned,

her bra flipped up. The manager's hands were playing with my wife's soft, elastic breasts. Her nipples, which were originally inverted

and buried in the rosy areolas, were now being pulled out and sucked by the manager, slowly making them hard. He then

pressed his lips against my wife's breasts, carefully licking every part, while his left hand continued to caress her other

breast .

Then, with his other hand, he lifted my wife's skirt, pulled her stockings down to her knees

, grabbed the bottom of her panties, and pulled them to the side, into the crevice between her labia and thighs. He then grasped his

swollen, purplish-red penis, aimed the glans at her labia, and squeezed hard, "plop," inserting it into my wife's

wet, warm vagina.

"Ah! It's in! It's in!... You... you're making me... so hard!" My wife moaned and groaned

, "Mmm... so big... so hard... mmm... it's so deep!"

My wife lay there limp, letting the manager's penis thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Even

through the window, the sounds of their genitals colliding could be clearly heard.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" My wife cried out in ecstasy, as if the manager was draining

her clitoris with each thrust, her face contorted in a state of near-death experience. Her buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with the thrusts

.

As the manager sped up his thrusts, he not only pulled my wife's labia outwards with each stroke,

but his bright red penis also began to drip with moisture. Finally, a thin stream of fluid flowed from my

wife 's reddened vagina down to her buttocks, and in the blink of an eye, the vaginal fluid

soaked a large area of the sofa cushion.

The manager began to roughly caress and knead my wife's breasts, leaving red handprints

on her fair, tender breasts. Her pink nipples were now erect, like two small grapes,

bobbing up and down with each thrust. My wife's behavior was completely different from usual; she

raised her voice and cried out more wantonly, "Oh! Oh!... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Oh!..."

I think at this moment she probably didn't even realize she was my wife anymore.

A few minutes later, as if encouraged by my wife's loud moans, the manager finally pressed his lower body tightly

against her , his buttocks muscles twitching, and ejaculated inside her. Then he immediately grabbed my wife's legs, bringing them together and raising them. A few strands of white, murky semen slowly flowed

from her vaginal opening ... 　　My God! He actually wanted to get my wife pregnant? Otherwise, why would he raise her legs to keep the semen in her uterus longer? 　　The manager glanced at the clock—7:10—looking resentful yet powerless. 　　He then began to suck and lick my wife's toes, her soft, boneless feet. My wife always paid close attention to her feet; they had white, tender insteps, pink soles, and neatly trimmed, smooth toes that shimmered like pearls even without nail polish. I hadn't noticed when her stockings had been pulled down from the knees to the floor. 　Now, all I saw was the manager frantically sucking and licking her slightly sore, yet not particularly smelly, little feet and between her toes 　　, constantly rubbing her toes with his hands. 　　After a while, the manager asked my wife to help him get his limp penis hard, seemingly wanting to have sex with her again. Strangely enough, my wife obediently began to suck and lick his toes . 　　She tried very hard, constantly changing positions to help the manager masturbate and lick his penis, like a little girl tasting , her face showing a blissful, intoxicated expression that would make anyone want to have sex with her a few more times. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Holiday Chapter: 　　My wife came to the company to wait for me to get off work. I didn't get back until about 6:30, and I found that my wife had been with Manager Chen ! He wasn't satisfied and wanted to do it again, asking my wife to help him get his limp penis hard… 　　Any man would be furious in this situation, but why am I writing about it so calmly ? 　　Our company is an overseas branch of a large Japanese trading company. Employees can get promoted continuously, and if they're lucky, they might even be transferred to the headquarters and stay in Japan until retirement, receiving a substantial pension! 　　"I can't let this cause a conflict! If things get out of hand, both the manager and I will definitely be fired." I started thinking of a solution . 　　So I quietly stood up (damn it! I even got an erection just looking at myself, so I had to squat down to watch ), bent over, took the elevator downstairs, and dialed my wife's cell phone: "Hey! Xiaoxia? I 'm back! Just come to the basement parking lot to find me." 　　A short while later, Xiaoxia appeared before me with a grin, got into the car, kissed me, and said, "I was just chatting with your manager, and he said the company is planning to send you to Osaka next year!" 　　(Hmph! That's right! My promotion opportunity is in his hands.) 　　"I knew it all along!" (I turned my head away, partly out of anger, and partly because I could smell semen in her mouth when she spoke. Damn it! She kissed me? Manager Chen's semen might have been in her mouth, and now it's... Ugh! Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit...) 　　After getting home, I didn't eat anything, and I was dizzy and couldn't sleep all night. I only started to feel . At that moment, my wife said, "Xiao Hou! Isn't it your company's event at the rooftop garden today?"

"A dinner party? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you still sleeping?"

"Oh dear! I think I might have caught a cold. Can you please not bother me?" I replied, "Or

you can go for me!"

Xiaoxia really did get dressed up and took a taxi to our company. I then drifted back

to sleep . When I woke up, wow! It was already four in the afternoon, and my wife still hadn't come back? Had she been

messed with by Manager Chen again today?

I hurriedly drove to the company, heading straight for the manager's office (Damn it! I'm definitely going to catch you today, and I

won't let this go until I pay you five million). But our entire sales department was empty!

"Maybe she's still on the top floor?" I thought and climbed up to check.

"She's not here either?"

"Strange? Could she have gone to a hotel with Manager Chen?" I thought sadly as I walked down the stairs.

"Heh! Heh! Heh! ...Oh! Oh! ...Is this the place?..."

"Hi! Hi!" "...Anada, you're so beautiful! ...Heh! Heh!..."

"Huh? The president's still here? But what's going on?" I followed the sound and slowly moved to the window of his private

meeting room (our company's decor is all the same, large glass windows with floor-length striped blinds,

making it easy to see inside through the gaps).

"I found my wife!" "She was dressed neatly and sitting on the sofa next to our club president. On the tea table

were probably leftover champagne from the lunch party, along with a few side dishes...

My wife's beige dress had thin straps that revealed her hairless and alluring armpits. Her 32C breasts

were almost bursting out of the fitted dress, and you could vaguely see two red nipples on her chest

(what? She wasn't wearing a bra today?). The hem of the yellow dress perfectly accentuated her long, slender, and pink thighs,

making them appear exceptionally white. Her red lace-trimmed lace panties had a few tufts of pubic hair sticking out, round and

plump, divided into two mounds with a slight indentation in the middle."

(Holy crap! What kind of position is this? How come so much is showing? The club president was sitting with his back to me by the window, so I moved a few blinds

to the side and peeked inside.)

Good heavens! There was a cocktail bowl on the club president's lap, and my wife's bare foot was soaking in

it . The club president was holding that little foot with his left hand, and as soon as he pulled it out, he put it in his mouth and started sucking and licking my wife

's smooth toes and the cocktail between them. He dipped it in and licked it, making my wife's fair and rosy

toes bright red. He even picked up a cherry and placed it between my wife's toes, then started nibbling

on it ...

The president's other hand wasn't idle either, constantly stroking my wife's inner thigh. Finally, his fingers

slipped inside my wife's panties, digging and probing, then he inserted and withdrew his index finger straight into

my wife's vagina, in... out... in... out...

At this moment, my wife's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue sticking out a little, her face full of

lewd expression, moaning: "Mmm! Oh!... Hmm... Hmm... Mmm... Oh!... Hmm!"

Ah… “

Everyone’s happy.

My wife went to the company dinner in my place. When I woke up, she wasn’t back. I was afraid she’d been taken advantage of by

Manager Chen , so I rushed to the company to stop her. But to my surprise, this time the person who was with my wife was

our company president! He was using his hand to penetrate my wife’s vagina…

I thought to myself, if I barged in now, I probably wouldn’t get anything good out of it. I wouldn’t be able to penetrate her, and if I went to

the police station , at most the president would be charged with indecent assault. The police would definitely ask us to settle privately, and in the end, I’d probably be

the one fired. Wouldn’t that be losing both my wife and my money? Plus, I’d been with her since yesterday noon until this evening…” I hadn't eaten anything,

and I 'd been searching up and down the stairs, so my legs were completely weak, and I was squatting on the floor.

Through the crack in the blinds, I saw the club president start pulling down the shoulder straps of my wife's dress

along her He pulled the dress

down further, and my wife's fair breasts popped out. Her two pink nipples were now erect and proud, even without sucking. The club president casually grabbed a bottle of fructose from the coffee table and poured it onto my wife's nipples.

Then he lowered his head and began sucking and licking my

wife's breasts with his thick, sausage-like snout, rubbing his short, stubble-like chin against her nipples.

"Oh... um... oh!... hmm!" "...So...comfortable..." my wife murmured.

The club president straightened up again, bringing his head close to my wife's face, pressing his lips against hers. My wife's

flushed cheeks began to swell and throb, like a frog hopping around in her mouth. The club president would occasionally lift

his head slightly, sucking out my wife's rosy tongue, while his right index finger would pry open her vulva,

pulling upwards forcefully, then pressing his palm against her vaginal opening and massaging it in a circular motion...

"Ooh...oh..." My wife's mouth was being forcibly kissed, and she made indistinct moans.

Seeing that the time was right, the president took a "vibrating egg" from the tea table (it was the sample I brought back last week

, a semi-oval one about the size of an eraser, which vibrates when turned on). After turning it on, he

squeezed it into my wife's vagina through her trouser leg and then began to pull off her dress. When he pulled it down to her feet, he

didn't forget to lick and suck her soft toes, which smelled of cocktails.

Now my wife's underwear was thrown on the floor, and she lay naked on her back, shamelessly

moaning incoherently. The club president was fondling her breasts with one hand, while his other hand first parted my wife's

thighs to expose her labia and her wet, alluring vulva, which was still dripping with a few drops of lustful fluid. Then, the club president

licked her slightly protruding labia with his tongue and gently bit and pulled the two petals with his teeth. At this moment, my wife's body

twitched slightly and began to tremble.

"Mmm!...Oh!...Mmm...Hmm!...Put it in...Put it in!" she cried out

incoherently and comfortably, begging the club president to have sex with her.

The club president then inserted his thumb and forefinger into her vagina, trying to take out the vibrator, and deliberately

shook . At this moment, he pulled my wife to her feet. My wife

was could only hold onto the back of the sofa and kneel on it, facing me. Her flushed cheeks

were half-hidden by her long hair, and her half-closed eyes were almost entirely white. Her small, open mouth was groaning weakly.

He said, "...Put it in...hurry up and put it in!..."

The president took out the vibrator, put it into a condom, and then put it on his short, thick penis, which was about ten centimeters long

(wow! No need for injections or pills, it grows longer instantly?). Holding his penis,

he aimed it slowly inserted it...

"Ah!...So good...Hmm!...So good..." my wife moaned.

The president began to thrust in and out, making my wife's pair of white, tender, drooping breasts

sway . The pink nipples were covered with residual fructose, and a few drops were splashed onto the Venetian blinds in front of me.

I saw the president's two testicles swaying back and forth in sync, and he would occasionally reach out with his left and right hands to grab and squeeze my

wife's breasts as they swayed back and forth.

"Ah!...Hmm!...Hmm!...Oh! Oh! Oh!..." My wife

collapsed , unable to even kneel down.

He pulled up my wife's right arm, bent down and licked her clean, hairless armpit, occasionally

turning head to kiss her soft, swaying breasts. Then, he simply changed my wife

's position to lie on her side on the sofa, took her right foot into his mouth and continued thrusting, penetrating deep into my wife's

vagina again and again. She was now moaning incessantly, and most of her pubic hair was soaked with her vaginal fluids

.

The president changed his approach again, pressing his fat belly tightly against my wife's flat stomach, stopping

thrusting, and instead began to twist and rub his hairy, dark buttocks. With the vibrating

egg inserted into her abdomen, my wife was drenched in pleasure. I could see

her beautiful little foot raised high in front of me, her pink, soft toes moving open and closed through the window on the back of the chair.

She must have reached her climax. I was licking the windowpane, fantasizing about eating her little feet, while watching

and guessing. The president's testicles were almost inside my wife's wide-open labia, and her pubic hair was wet with her vaginal

fluid . I stared intently at my wife's labia, deformed by his testicles, and her lustful, intoxicated face, when suddenly I

felt a strange sensation in my lower abdomen, and my left hand made me spit my penis on the windowpane.

At this moment, the president started thrusting vigorously into my wife, who had fainted from excessive excitement, while one hand was still fiddling with

her clitoris. Before long, the president was lying on top of my wife, holding her tightly, his buttocks

muscles twitching, and he had ejaculated.

"The condom! That's the evidence..." I suddenly stood up, wanting to rush in and catch them in the act.

But I hadn't slept well, my stomach was empty, and running up and down the stairs had exhausted me, not to mention I had a tingling itch. As soon as

I stood up, my vision went black, my legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground with a thud.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa where they had just made love. My wife was sitting at the other end, looking exhausted

and limp.

As soon as the president saw I was awake, perhaps realizing the scandal had been exposed and things wouldn't end well, he immediately put on a smile and

said eagerly, "Hou-san! It's great that you work so hard. I really like you. Starting next week, you'll

be in charge of the entire sales department. Manager Chen was fired because of the excessive number of defective products from the last shipment due to collusion with the factory

. Are you willing?... Oh... Manager Hou?"

I looked at his sweaty, red ears, pondering his fabricated reason (I was the one who inspected the goods; there were no defective products at all. If I were manager, I could get hundreds of thousands, even millions, in kickbacks

from the factory for each batch ). 　　"Hou-san! Take a vacation next month and come stay at my place in Osaka for a few days. Don't work so hard, or you 'll hurt your health." He got even more anxious and started raising the stakes... 　　If a Japanese person invites you to stay at their house, and you're on good terms, you might even be able to bathe with their family. The president's wife is almost forty-five, but his only daughter is only fifteen or sixteen, and she looks like Rie Miyazawa ... 　　Damn it! I'm going to do it! ...I've decided to go and have my way with both of them! 　　"Thank you for the promotion, President!" I struggled to my feet and bowed to the president.

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