Betrayal by a beautiful married woman

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The married woman wore a bright green floral print halter-neck dress, her fair and rounded arms completely exposed, and on her wrist wore her favorite Hetian jade bracelet. I knew clearly that the inside of that bracelet was engraved with Yan's and my names; it was a token I gave her at our engagement ceremony. At that moment, I firmly believed that Yan and I's love would forever be as pure and flawless as jade!

Yan's skin, without exaggeration, was the best among all the women I had ever seen—delicate, smooth, and firm. While this was partly due to her meticulous skincare, the most important factor was the natural constitution of a woman from Jiangnan. Because she didn't like exercise much, Yan's skin was porcelain white, which was precisely what she was most proud of! When she was in college, she worked as a stylist for a few months, shooting promotional photos for several well-known jewelry companies. If it weren't for her conservative parents' strong opposition, Yan might have already entered the stylist industry before she met me.

"If I had become a stylist back then, I might have become a beauty pageant winner, or I might have sung, acted in TV shows and movies, or I might have been very famous! Honey, look at my legs... how straight and beautiful they are..."

Yan said these words with a face full of confidence and pride, hands on her hips, puffing out her high chest, and raising one long leg in front of me.

Yan's legs are indeed very beautiful. I have carefully observed almost all the women around me, and I have never seen a pair of legs as straight, long, and almost perfect as Yan's.

So Yan's wardrobe was mostly filled with short skirts, and her favorite thing to do was wear sexy, alluring short skirts and go shopping with me. No matter how charming and delicate Yan was at home, she completely transformed once she went out. She was as haughty as a princess, never daring to glance back at her man. She knew those men's eyes were fixed on her legs and chest; she understood her allure, and even without turning around, it didn't stop her from enjoying the pleasure and satisfaction that attracted the admiring glances of passersby.

Tong sat next to Yan, watching her talk to Na, occasionally interjecting a few words. Most of the time, his gaze lingered on Yan's legs, and even when he did look up, his eyes would fall on her chest. This bastard could no longer conceal his lust and greed. His sinister smile easily revealed his eager anticipation; Yan was now his prey, almost within his grasp!

Yan, oblivious, remained oblivious to Tong's expression. She chatted and laughed with Na, seemingly in high spirits. Tong was adept at flattering women, speaking with composure and ease, praising both women's beauty while knowing when to stop to avoid sounding nauseating.

Women love to hear compliments. I used to think it wasn't important; I believed love was shown through actions, not constantly repeated verbally. But seeing Yan's friendliness towards Tong made me suddenly realize that Yan was just an ordinary woman! Those sweet words that meant nothing to me had a devastating effect on Yan. Whenever Tong spoke, Yan would respond, though her words were carefully chosen, she couldn't hide her affection for him.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Yan's face flushed, and she started laughing incessantly; clearly, the drug they had put in her wine was working, otherwise, given her alcohol tolerance, even a whole bottle of red wine wouldn't have produced this reaction. At this

point, Na steered the conversation towards sex. Na started by talking about herself, the transition from emotion to sex was subtle and natural. Tong didn't interrupt, sitting quietly and listening. Yan leaned against the table, her hand supporting her chin, watching Na speak with a somewhat dazed expression, seemingly unaware that a man who had been a complete stranger just over ten minutes ago was sitting next to her. Na began to describe in detail the scenes of her having sex with men—in bed, bathroom, living room, balcony, even the office and outdoors. Occasionally, she would ask Yan if she had tried it.

Yan would shake her head slightly, her face turning even redder, and I saw surprise and curiosity in her eyes. Yan was indeed naive about these things. Na's descriptions of techniques and methods surprised me. As a doctor, I know the human body inside and out; every part of the body is no longer mysterious. Regarding sex, I prefer a natural, harmonious connection. I believe that only those who deeply love each other can experience genuine passion and perfect harmony during sex, so there's no need to delve into fancy techniques and positions.

Yan's first time was with my guidance. Although my sexual experience wasn't extensive at the time, Yan was clearly satisfied with my performance. In our four years of marriage, I've never felt bored with my wife's body, and Yan has never expressed dissatisfaction with our sex life. I attributed all of this to our love and the deepening bond between husband and wife. At this moment, Na's narration was like a door suddenly opening in front of Yan, a world she had never seen or heard of before. Even for me, some methods and techniques were only things I'd heard of or seen in pornographic films.

I've never tried 69 with Yan, never had oral sex, never had anal sex, and I'm certainly not perverted enough to seek thrills in open-air or public places. I don't think I need it, and I don't think Yan needs it either.

/5/ Na's narration became increasingly explicit. She began to vulgarly refer to women's sexual organs directly as "vagina," and men's penises directly as "penis," while simply using "fuck" to describe sexual actions.

/1/ These are all the most direct and colloquial terms for sex, which are unfamiliar and novel to Yan. Aside from occasionally hearing these words as swear words, she had never heard me utter a single one of these "swear words." In other situations, I think Yan would have immediately left! In her mind, such words should not only not be spoken, but also not heard. But at this moment, Yan showed no intention of leaving; her attention was focused on Na's narration, almost ignoring Tong's presence.

/7/ Judging from the camera angle, the camera was probably mounted near the television, slightly higher than the table. Therefore, in the shot, you can see Yan's legs together and tilted to one side under the table, her skirt covering the upper part of her thighs. This was Yan's most common sitting posture, ensuring she wouldn't reveal too much while still appearing quite ladylike. At this moment, Yan's legs were tilted excessively to one side, the insides of her knees occasionally brushing together slightly, seemingly trying to suppress the stirrings within her body.

Tong still didn't interrupt, but his hand reached under the table, seemingly casually yet precisely landing on Yan's exposed thighs above her knees. Yan's legs visibly trembled, then she quickly shifted them to the other side. Her face stiffened, revealing some unease and hesitation. She turned her head to look at Tong, her lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but after glancing at Na, she finally closed them again.

Although Yan's legs had freed themselves from Tong's hands, because the two were sitting very close, Tong's hands didn't retract. Instead, they continued to move closer. This time, because Yan's legs were crooked towards Na, Tong's hands couldn't reach the exposed areas, so they pressed against the inner thighs hidden by her skirt. Before Yan could react, he had already begun to gently rub and press.

Yan's face turned even redder, her eyes blinking rapidly. She moved her legs under the table again, but the movement was too slight to break free from Tong's grasp. This time, Yan didn't turn to look at Tong. Instead, she touched her cheek discreetly, continuing to face Na. She was trying hard to remain calm, pretending to listen attentively to Na's words, but her expression betrayed a hint of panic. She pursed her lips, unsure what to do, and clenched her hands, which had been resting on the table, helplessly.

Tong's hands continued to caress Yan's legs, the pressure and range gradually increasing. The skirt was already somewhat disheveled, revealing more of her thighs. The skirt continued to be pushed up, and the pink panties between her legs were now vaguely visible. Tong's entire hand was now on the exposed flesh of her thighs, and she began to squeeze and knead them forcefully. When her fingers pressed down, it was clear that they sank deep into the flesh. Aside from occasionally shifting her legs in an attempt to break free, Yan made no other obvious moves of resistance!

Na continued, "Actually, between men and women, it's just this much. Frankly, it's nothing. If you're open-minded, the difference between having sex and shaking hands is just a few more movements! I've slept with many men; some were about feelings, some were about transactions, and some weren't for anything at all, just because I liked them! Women have needs too. Even if I'm married, if my husband doesn't satisfy me, I'll go find another woman..."

"How can that be?" Yan looked at Na in surprise. "A woman must have self-respect and self-love. If you just casually... what will people think of you? Na Na, you're not married yet, so no one can say anything about you. But if you get married, you should be faithful to your husband! Hmm... if... if you easily betray your marriage, what... what's the point of getting married?"

Just as Yan was saying these words, under the table, Tong's hand suddenly slipped between her legs. Yan's legs snapped shut, trapping his hand between them. Yan clearly didn't want Na to notice Tong's actions. Although her voice sounded a little different due to the sudden intrusion, she was still trying her best to control herself. Looking at Nana, Yan reached her hand under the table towards Tong and pulled his arm.

Tong seemed used to this kind of reaction from Yan. He accurately guessed Yan's psychology and casually interjected, "Haha! Nana's views are really open! What she said makes sense. You're not wrong either. Loyalty to one's spouse is a commendable quality. After all, suppressing desire is a very difficult and painful thing."

His words seemed to agree with Yan's position, but his fingers hooked onto Yan's underwear. When Yan pulled his arm, her underwear was caught and stretched, like a rubber band being pulled out between her legs. Yan was still pulling hard when Tong's fingers finally slipped off her panties with a sharp "snap," and the panties bounced back between her legs. It seemed to have hit something on Yan, who suddenly jolted and cried out, "Ah!"

Na feigned concern and asked, "What's wrong?" Tong stared intently at Yan, his expression teasing, waiting to see her response. Yan stammered in response to Na, "N-nothing...it's nothing, I...I'm just...a little surprised by what you said..." Tong chuckled, "Yeah, me too, I've never heard her theory like that before." He stood up, came behind Yan, and suddenly made an intimate gesture, putting his arm around Yan's shoulder, pressing his face close to her ear, and whispering, "You said you wouldn't betray your marriage, but what if I told you that from the first moment I saw you, I liked you! And liked you terribly, what should I do?"

Yan didn't expect Tong to say such a thing in front of Na, and suddenly panicked, helplessly pushing away Tong's head that was pressed against her face, "No...don't do this...we're both Nana's friends...don't do this...you're drunk..."

Na looked at Tong and Yan, her voice full of seduction. Huo: "Look! How charming Yan is! Boss Tong was attracted to you the moment we met! Our Boss Tong has very high standards. He wouldn't even give an ordinary woman a second glance! To be honest, I really envy you. I've had a crush on him for a long time. If he were interested in me, I would give him anything."

Yan's face was already flushed purple. She looked at Na helplessly, her eyes pleading: "Nana, you're drunk. How can you say such things? I came to celebrate your birthday... Mr. Tong... let go..."

Tong not only didn't let go, but instead hugged Yan's neck even tighter, burying his nose in Yan's hair and taking a deep breath: "What a fragrant scent! Just like the one I smelled in my dream, and your appearance is exactly like the goddess in my dream..."

There's no scent in dreams! I know that perfectly well. Tong was talking complete nonsense! This despicable bastard was using such cheesy, clichéd words to seduce my Yan. Only a naive young girl would believe such things. How could it possibly bewitch my wife? Yan wouldn't believe it!

But my heart was trembling with cold, because I already knew the outcome. The outcome was: Yan really had cheated!

My Yan wouldn't be so naive! I cried out weakly in my heart.

To my surprise, Yan wasn't bewitched. She stood up abruptly, and although she still looked somewhat lost, she resolutely pushed Tong away. She said, "I...I have to go..." She had sensed the danger and was eager to leave.

Tong laughed a few times, then reached out and picked Yan up in his arms. His arms were very strong, and Yan felt as if she weighed nothing in his arms. She cried out in surprise and struggled, waving her arms. But in Tong's eyes, such struggles were completely powerless. He easily carried Yan to the bedside, and with a forceful throw, Yan was thrown face up onto the bed. The soft mattress bounced her body a few times, and her skirt was lifted up to her waist, exposing her legs completely, revealing her narrow, purplish-red panties.

Na turned her head and looked at Yan on the bed, sincerely exclaiming, "Your legs are so beautiful!" Yan quickly smoothed out her skirt with her hands, while simultaneously curling up and pleading with Tong, "You...don't do this...I have a...husband! I...I love him very much!"

Tong didn't jump onto the bed to pin Yan down, but instead watched Yan frantically tidy her clothes like a cat playing with a mouse. He reached out and touched Yan's high-heeled feet, saying, "Your feet are so beautiful! They're practically works of art! I dare say, you won't find another pair of feet like yours in this city."

Yan was still trying to persuade Tong: "You...you must be drunk! We're all adults, we need to...stay rational! Nana...quickly pull Mr. Tong away!"

Nana stood up, walked to Tong's side, and hugged him from behind, saying, "He's rejecting you! Why don't you confess to me? I've liked you for a long time, the way you command your subordinates at the company is so attractive to women! I'll give you anything if you're willing..."

Tong didn't say anything, staring intently at Yan, his expression infatuated and meaningful: "I haven't ..." "I've confessed to a woman like this before, but when I see you, I can't control myself! I want to hold you in my arms and protect and cherish you! If I could have you, I would give up all my wealth and status, including my life! Baby! Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Do you understand my passion right now?"

Yan seemed a little confused. Her thoughts seemed chaotic, but her hands were defensively placed in front of her chest. She looked at Tong pitifully: "I...I'm not as good as you say! I...I have a husband! I...I love him very much! Nana...is also very good. She's very beautiful. You...you...let me go back..."

Yan had lived in a safe environment since she was a child. It was obvious that she didn't know how to deal with danger. She was still trying to communicate with Tong, attempting to persuade and convince the man in front of her. She completely failed to understand that what she needed to do right now was get up and run out of this dangerous room!

Tong bent down, his hand stroking down from where Yan's thigh met her buttocks, his fingers lightly brushing against her bare thigh. "To me," he said, "you are my goddess! There will never be another goddess like you in my life! If I let you go, my life will have no meaning..."

Yan's legs twitched a few times from the itch, trying to avoid Tong's fingers. She said urgently, "No, Mr. Tong, you've just had too much to drink. You'll sober up after tonight..." Tong

looked at Yan and suddenly said, "You rejected me because you don't want to betray your husband, you don't want to betray your marriage. So, let's play a game and let fate decide. What do you say?" Yan

looked at Tong, puzzled, without answering. She blinked, her body trembling with fear, instinctively covering her breasts with her arms.

"We'll make a decision based on our passion!" Tong said calmly. "You just need to stay on this bed and watch me and Na make love, and I promise I won't touch you! If you don't touch me first, and you remain faithful to your husband after Na and I are done, it means we're truly not meant to be. I'll give up on you forever, and from now on I'll act as if I never met you, and I'll never bother you again!"

Yan looked at Tong with a bewildered expression. She seemed not to have expected Tong to say such a thing.

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