Married woman and cuckolded man

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After putting the child to sleep, the couple returned to bed, not mentioning the affair again, acting as if nothing had happened, chatting politely about life and gossip about colleagues. Then they drifted off to sleep.

The next day was Friday. After dropping the child off at school, the couple went to work separately. Unlike usual, Mi Su was dressed up today, wearing high heels, a black and off-white off-shoulder short dress, with only nipple covers on her breasts. The sound of her high heels clicking made her breasts sway gently. However, the dress had two large collars at the chest, so it wasn't obvious that she wasn't wearing any bras unless you looked closely.

Zhang Dong watched Ranran sway gracefully into the office building, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He forcefully suppressed his wandering thoughts and drove to the factory. As usual, he inspected the workshop, giving instructions. He then went to the control room to check the operating records and compared reports with the production department. He then returned to his office and began to ponder.

"Zhang Dong was surprised by his wife's initiative. He had been looking for an opportunity to resolve the issue, but his wife's subtle and persistent advances broke down his defenses, directly confirming his cuckoldry complex.

He even prepared a solution, but was his wife too confident, believing she could control everything, or was she too naive? Once this game starts, it's hard to stop. It's a zero-sum game; it either deepens the relationship or it doesn't." "Both of them were each other's first love, unlike others who have ex-boyfriends or ex-girlfriends to stimulate their already dull married life. Simple, empty fantasies have lost their effectiveness, or perhaps they can only rely on reality. Over the past few months, Ranran's libido has increased. Is it really because 'thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger'? Zhang Dong's mind was filled with thoughts, considering both his wife and himself. Was the cuckoldry complex his true nature?" It was the result of being misled by pornographic novels, but Zeng Dabao and Wang Jinzhu were also doing it, even Zeng Baobei's ex-husband did it. Wang Jinzhu even said that many people who are wealthy but spiritually impoverished are playing this cuckoldry game. Is society sick, or is this just human nature, or is it really because of love for one's wife that she experiences the embrace of all sorts of men? It forces people to question whether the loyalty education they received from childhood was truly correct. After marriage, can men and women really only let go of everything for their spouses, and is it a heinous crime to slightly loosen the boundaries with others? Then why are there so many infidelities, so many cuckoldry incidents? Are all those people deserving of death? The law doesn't define that! Unless it's a group, there's only the crime of gathering a crowd. Otherwise, there's only moral and legal judgment. "Think about it from another perspective: are we really happy doing such things?" Zhang Dong tried to look at this matter from an absolutely objective point of view. He first looked at it from his own perspective: to give his wife the greatest physical satisfaction, this was his wish, this had become an obsession etched into his bones, even if he couldn't, he wanted his wife to be satisfied!

"But my body and mind are having problems. My beautiful wife's honey pot is actually making me...! My wife is letting loose and being ambiguous with other people, only giving up some boundaries in her interactions. Yet I get stimulation and can give my wife the greatest satisfaction. It's so ironic. My possessiveness towards my wife actually erupts when she's being touched by someone else, while when my wife is innocent and insists, my body can't get hard. And when my wife lies to me about being touched, I actually feel a soul-stirring, bone-melting, tingling pleasure rising in my heart." Zhang Dong summarized to himself, "Ranran's plan is happy for Zhang Dong. It satisfies Zhang Dong's obsession with satisfying his wife in bed and also allows Zhang Dong to experience that soul-stirring, bone-melting, tingling pleasure rising from the bottom of his heart. Regardless of whether he is really a cuckold..." "But at that time, Zhang Dong was happy!" Then Zhang Dong put himself in Ranran's shoes: "A thirty-year-old beauty, she had given herself to Zhang Dong since her teenage years, experiencing all sorts of positions, and her feelings for him were so deep. From initially cooperating with Zhang Dong, she gradually became addicted, increasingly proactive, and then, due to age, her sexual desire grew stronger. She had the figure and looks of a twenty-year-old, but the physical needs of a thirty-year-old, and also because of her deeply ingrained belief in loyalty to marriage and her husband. Faced with various situations, she immediately cut off all obstacles, never crossing the line. But was she truly happy? Even when he couldn't satisfy her physical needs, she habitually maintained her bottom line. But her body betrayed her; when embraced and touched, her body was enjoying..." She endured it, felt the moisture. But in the instant she regained her senses, she retaliated. Her soul wouldn't allow her body to stray—that was the right thing to do, but for her body, it was unfair. Just because she loved me, did she have to endure the emptiness of her body and soul? No! That's wrong! She was willing to abandon some of her principles so that I could regain my libido and become strong again. What did I have to begrudge? Even if she couldn't uphold her principles, it was my own fault. There was nothing wrong with letting someone else do what I couldn't, as long as she still loved me; as long as her soul still followed me, I had no right to abandon this perfect wife. Over this period, she had endured so much, ultimately standing on my side to help me, to provoke me. Even if she were to have an affair with someone else, she only wanted to obtain the physical needs she deserved from me. "She's asking for it. Instead of cheating on me and finding another man to satisfy herself. She's doing it for herself, to satisfy my obsession, and also to satisfy her physical needs! She's happy too!" "Since we're both happy, then this plan is sound. Next, we need to consider safety." After defining his and Ranran's happiness, Zhang Dong said, "First, we need to ensure Ranran's personal safety, and then there's the issue of secrecy. We can't be judged morally for this; it must be kept secret! Regarding personal safety, Ranran has asked that she try to be present at the scene discreetly, and only show up to protect her if necessary. That should basically solve the problem. As for secrecy, I need to give her a good talking-to tonight! We can't afford to be careless and lose face, or be scorned or threatened by others!" With such a perfect figure and appearance, why should his wife stay with him? If they divorced tomorrow, a whole platoon of rich, handsome, and cute young men would propose to her the day after. But she always stayed with him, hoping that Zhang Dong would become stronger. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? As long as the feelings are still there, even if she's violated, even if someone else touches her breasts, ravages her, or even rapes her, as long as she's not harmed, as long as her heart is still there, his wife will still love him. Besides, he didn't feel any aversion to the cuckolding feeling. He even somewhat reminisced about the ecstasy he felt when Ranran lied to him about being groped and having his vagina pounded, a cool, tingling sensation.

Zhang Dong knew himself well; when he hesitated, he seemed indecisive, but once he laid out his hesitation and considered everything, he became incredibly resolute. After a morning of wild thoughts and internal struggle, Zhang Dong stopped hesitating. He wanted to control this game, to keep it under his control, even if Ranran was to have an affair and lose her virginity. It would all be under Zhang Dong's control. Even if Ranran had to offer herself, it could only be with Zhang Dong's permission, or even if Zhang Dong personally delivered it!

After completely solidifying his resolve, Zhang Dong noticed that the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and he had finished a whole pack of cigarettes. He twisted his neck from side to side, making a cracking sound. Zhang Dong stood up, stretched, and realized it was already 12:30 pm. He opened the office door to go to the cafeteria for lunch. He instinctively reached for his phone to call Ranran. Unlocking the screen, he hesitated for a moment. Loving her meant trusting her; even if something happened, she would tell him. He put the phone back in his pocket and went to eat.

Chapter Fourteen: Ranran's Injury. Just as

he finished eating and put down his chopsticks, Zeng Dabao called, saying the extruder had malfunctioned and completely stopped.

Zhang Dong rushed to the control room, checked the operating lights, and climbed onto the extruder to check. He felt relieved; thankfully, the hydraulic cylinder and mold hadn't been deformed. Otherwise, production would have been shut down for several days, and he'd be scolded to death by Zeng Baobei.

Zhang Dong squatted on the extruder and said to Zeng Dabao, "The limit switches for the front and rear stops are broken or the wiring is faulty. Call an electrician to fix it!" Half an hour later, the production line was running normally.

"Look at this!" Zeng Dabao pulled Zhang Dong outside and mysteriously showed him something that looked like an electronic lock remote control for an electric scooter.

"You just bought an electric scooter? Want to experience the life of a commoner?" Zhang Dong looked completely bewildered.

"What the hell is this eMule? Even if you haven't used one, you should at least have seen Japanese eMule videos, right? This is a remote-controlled vibrator!! A double one!!!" Zeng Dabao rolled his eyes at Zhang Dong. "Later, go chat with Gao Xiaojie about work. I'll remotely fuck her from outside the window. Just pretend you don't know anything. I want to see her bewildered." "You're going to put that thing on her at work? Are all rich people this depraved?" Zhang Dong was indignant at Zeng Dabao, who not only played with her body but also trampled on her dignity. "Isn't Gao Xiaojie in the control room? Be careful not to press the wrong keys!" "That's why I told you to go chat with her! Just keep an eye on the machine!" Zeng Dabao said nonchalantly.

Zhang Dong also wanted to see the embarrassing state of this school beauty who was initially very proud and indifferent to everyone, but later groveled before Zeng Dabao because of his money.

He turned around and went into the control room to chat with Gao Xiaojie about work, and gave her some tips and tricks. He also explained the procedures for handling some unconventional events.

Just as Zhang Dong was pointing at several indicator lights and talking animatedly, the faint hum of the eccentric motor reached his ears. Gao Xiaojie let out a soft "Ah…!", her body suddenly tensing up, her knees pressed tightly together as she stood on tiptoe, her body trembling.

Zhang Dong deliberately glared at her and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Is there a splinter in the chair, or am I wrong?" "No! No!" Gao Xiaojie said, her face flushed, her knees rubbing together slightly, even showing signs of shrinking towards her chest. The hum of the eccentric motor indicated that it was spinning faster and faster.

Zhang Dong pretended not to know anything and just gave her a scolding. Zhang Dong felt a mixture of pity and anger towards this woman, but following Zeng Dabao was both bad luck and good fortune. Zeng Dabao was ruthless in his dealings with women, but he also treated the women he had been with quite well.

After a few minutes of scolding, Gao Xiaojie slumped in the chair, incoherent and panting heavily.

Zeng Dabao rushed in and carried Gao Xiaojie into the control room's bathroom. Before leaving, he thanked Zhang Dong for his cooperation, earning Gao Xiaojie a resentful look.

Zhang Dong pretended not to see and sat in the chair Gao Xiaojie had just passed, continuing to monitor the production equipment. (It was fully automatic; no operation was needed if there were no errors.) From the bathroom came the sounds of slapping, Gao Xiaojie's complaints, and soft moans.

Zhang Dong took out his phone and played Kuwo Music at maximum volume to mute the bathroom noise.

He thought to himself: Damn it, last time Zeng Dabao caught me in this situation, and now he's back again. This Zeng Dabao is truly something else.

This time, Zeng Dabao didn't come. Ten minutes later, Zeng Dabao, with his receding hairline and a satisfied expression, emerged from the bathroom. "Women are most alluring when they're shy. With a woman in this state, you don't need drugs to unleash the firepower of an eighteen-year-old." Zhang Dong smirked without saying a word.

Zeng Dabao continued, "Little Zhang, want to go in and have some fun? Beautiful women are meant to be pampered! Even though your wife is beautiful, it's good to have some fresh blood every now and then!" Hearing Zeng Dabao bring up his wife, Zhang Dong lost even more interest. "No, I don't like this kind of setting." He thought to himself that even if his wife wanted to find a lover, it shouldn't be someone like Zeng Dabao; this kind of old man completely disrespected women.

"Fine! If you don't like it, then forget it! But if you want to ride Xiao Jie, you have to let me see it or record a video for me, otherwise I won't let you ride her!" Zeng Dabao actually had this kind of principle; it was truly astonishing.

"I just love the way my woman looks shy when she's being fucked, whether it's me or someone else, it strongly arouses me, even more so than K-powder!" Zeng Dabao continued to express his views on this.

As they spoke, Gao Xiaojie came out. Her face was flushed, and her steps were unsteady. Zhang Dong quickly offered Gao Xiaojie his seat.

Then he told Zeng Dabao that he had some things to do at home and had to go back first, and that he could call him if needed.

Zeng Dabao waved to indicate he understood and then leaned close to Gao Xiaojie, this delicate twenty-year-old flower, to continue explaining his ideas.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Dong was driving around the city, and unconsciously arrived at the street where Ranran worked.

He was hesitating whether to call his wife and then visit her at her studio when he saw Ranran being helped out of a private clinic by a man as tall as Zhang Dong. The man was much more muscular than him; Zhang Dong was wearing a size 3X shirt, while the man was probably wearing a size 5X. It looked like it would take two Ranrans' shoulders to reach the man's shoulders. Next to them was Ranran's boss, Sister Yan, carrying Ranran's small handbag and high heels. "

What the hell is going on?!" Zhang Dong thought, and without thinking, pulled over and ran towards them. Sister Yan saw Zhang Dong first. "Little Zhang's here, come over here!" The man had been holding Ranran's left hand with one hand and her waist with the other, his broad hands seemingly as wide as her waist when held horizontally, covering her entire waist. Ranran was limping along, supported by the man, her high heels replaced by a pair of brand-new slippers. Her left foot was covered in a bandage. Seeing Zhang Dong run over, the man released Ranran's waist, supporting her left arm with both hands. It looked like a bear's paw and a little rabbit's arm.

"What happened? How did you get hurt?" Zhang Dong asked Sister Yan, somewhat displeased. He looked at Ranran with concern, ignoring the man's gaze.

"Honey, I'm fine. I was startled by a stray dog on my way back from dinner, and I fell and twisted my ankle. The doctor said I'll be fine the day after tomorrow, but I need to be careful tomorrow, it'll probably hurt all day," Ranran quickly explained, afraid her husband would get angry.

"Oh, I see!" Zhang Dong took a breath and turned to apologize to Sister Yan, "Sister Yan, my tone wasn't very good just now, I'm sorry!" "It's good that you care about your wife! I wish my wife had half of your concern...!" Sister Yan didn't pursue the matter.

"This is our client, Boss Niu. Ranran fell down just now and it was all thanks to his help, you should thank him quickly!" "Damn, he really is Boss Niu, he's as strong as an ox." Zhang Dong thought to himself, and reached out to shake hands with Boss Niu. "Thank you, Boss Niu!" Boss Niu released his right hand and shook hands with Zhang Dong, "It's nothing, it was just a small favor!" Zhang Dong exerted a little force in his palm, feeling that Boss Niu had also exerted force, maintaining a state of even strength. The two women watched as the muscles in the two arms suddenly bulged, both looking thoughtful.

Zhang Dong felt that Boss Niu still had some strength left, so he didn't continue and released his palm. Taking advantage of the situation, he leaned over, turned around and squeezed past Boss Niu, taking over Ranran's delicate and fair arm, and even put one arm around Ranran's waist, looking like he was defending his ownership.

"Um, well, Sister Yan! Ranran hurt her foot, can she take two days off to rest at home?" Zhang Dong said to Sister Yan while asserting his dominance over his wife.

"Go ahead! Go ahead! Take good care of yourself!" Sister Yan chuckled, seemingly amused by Zhang Dong's assertiveness.

Boss Niu didn't say anything, accompanying Zhang Dong and his wife to the car with Sister Yan, watching Zhang Dong drive home.

Ranran took her injured foot out of her slippers in the passenger seat and applied ice to her ankle with the doctor's prescription.

"Um, Ranran, what about Boss Niu..." Zhang Dong looked at his wife's swollen ankle, then suddenly changed his mind: "She looks like a bull!" "Hahaha!" Ranran burst into laughter at Zhang Dong's nonsensical question. She couldn't stop laughing, laughing so hard she was doubled over. She finally managed to hold it in, then burst out laughing again. The ice pack was thrown aside.

Zhang Dong was speechless, and thinking about his question earlier, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He drove directly to the first-floor garage. Gently, he lifted Ranran from the passenger seat, slung his bag around her neck, and helped her walk a few steps. Seeing her limping, he felt a pang of heartache. He then carried Ranran in a princess carry up to the third floor.

Ranran, a smile on her lips, nestled against Zhang Dong's shoulder, gently kicking off her slippers, and cooperated with Zhang Dong as he slowly placed her on the chaise lounge. Zhang Dong lovingly held Ranran's little feet, applying ice packs to her ankles, constantly moving them to prevent them from getting frostbite.

Half an hour later, the ice treatment was finished. Zhang Dong placed Ranran's left foot on his thigh and applied liniment to her ankle, using his large hand to hold the ankle and help the medicine seep into the injured area with his warmth. With his other hand, he held Ranran's fair foot and slowly moved her ankle joint.

"You got injured on your first time having dinner with your lover, what a cruel twist of fate!" Zhang Dong watched Ranran move her ankle without frowning, knowing that the situation was improving, and began to tease her.

Ranran put her other foot on Zhang Dong's shoulder and stepped on his ear, "Loser! Lover! Are you so sure that I'm having an affair with Boss Niu?" Zhang Dong not only did not resist, but also looked like he was enjoying it and tickled Ranran's foot a few times with his ear. "When I arrived, I saw him with his whole palm on your lower back, and he wouldn't admit it. Did it feel warm and reassuring?" "That was the only time I was in close contact with him. When I fell earlier, Sister Yan helped me up. When we went to the clinic, Sister Yan helped me go in barefoot, wearing only my shoes. Sister Yan asked him to go to the convenience store to buy me slippers. He only came back after I took them off!" Ranran recounted the incident with her eyes closed. "The doctor treated it, saying it was just a common sprain. He sprayed some Yunnan Baiyao, gave me an ice pack, and then we came out. But this old guy is really obsessed with my body. He couldn't wait to come up and support me, so Sister Yan had to go get some things. One of his hands was originally around my waist, but then it slowly started rubbing my lower back! Oh dear, you saw everything!" Ranran started blushing.

"Did you feel anything?" Zhang Dong asked, staring at Ranran's flushed face.

"At first, no! It was so hot! But then I saw that Boss Niu and Sister Yan weren't talking, and the atmosphere became ambiguous, so I slowly started to feel it. In the sweltering heat, I could even feel Boss Niu's lust flowing through the warmth of his hands into my clothes, down my lower back, and along my pelvis! Then, when I blushed, you came." Ranran slightly opened her eyes and saw Zhang Dong staring at her before quickly closing them again, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Isn't Boss Niu Sister Yan's lover? Why did he touch you in front of Sister Yan?" Zhang Dong asked curiously.

"Today, they both invited me to lunch. I accepted! Then at the restaurant, Boss Niu apologized to me again in front of Sister Yan." Ranran recalled, recounting the lunch scene to Zhang Dong.

After Boss Niu apologized to Ranran, Sister Yan also offered Ranran a cup of tea as an apology. This made Ranran feel that the two were truly like-minded lovers who could talk about anything.

Then, Sister Yan took the lead, while Boss Niu remained silent, and told Ranran their story. Sister Yan and Boss Niu grew up together in the countryside, both left-behind children whose parents worked away from home. Unlike the other children in the village, their parents would occasionally bring back candy, cookies, and comic books. This gave them common ground, and under the influence of these sweet treats, they both became leaders among the children, leading a group of kids to conquer streams and hills. When Sister Yan turned thirteen, they secretly vowed to get married and bring their children with them, so they wouldn't be left-behind children. However, not long after, Sister Yan's father was promoted to a county-level leadership position and

took Sister Yan with him, and the two went their separate ways. Boss Niu's father worked in the Minnan area and later followed a famous oil tycoon, becoming incredibly wealthy. He not only amassed a fortune but also benefited from the spilled profits. Then, before Boss Niu was even an adult, he went abroad to live and study, experiencing the free, extravagant, and dissolute life of America. Then the oil tycoon fell from grace, and Boss Niu's father ended up in jail. However, the hidden wealth was enough to keep Boss Niu rich for life.

Sister Yan's marriage was arranged by her father, as was her husband's. They married in a daze, their mating was merely a formality, nothing more than fulfilling a marital obligation. Even their interactions with relatives were done in a predictable manner. Ten years ago, the couple stopped having sex, becoming more like relatives—or perhaps not even relatives at all. They each lived their own lives, occasionally having meals together at home.

Two years ago, when Boss Niu returned to handle his father's affairs, he encountered Sister Yan. Their reunion, like a reunion from another world, ignited their passion.

Boss Niu had lived a rather dissolute life abroad, the kind where if they didn't reject each other, they could immediately engage in intimate acts. He was used to that kind of life, so when he saw the stunning Ranran, Boss Niu lost his composure. He hadn't realized that the girls in Chinese nightclubs were different from respectable girls.

At this point, the two apologized to Ranran again! But Boss Niu's eyes were still filled with adoration.

Sister Yan didn't mind at all. In her eyes, her childhood sweetheart, the perfect lover, would have

been willing to be her submissive even if he asked her to. When Ranran discovered her having sex with Boss Niu in the office, she didn't care at all. At worst, she would get a divorce and go her separate ways, since she wasn't part of the system anyway. Boss Niu's direct encounter with Sister Yan in the office was also a hint to Ranran, but Ranran ran away. The subsequent hugging incident made Boss Niu fully understand the traditional Chinese woman's views on sex.

Ranran then expressed her understanding, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became lively. Boss Niu had traveled all over the world and could easily recount the customs and cultures of various places. He shared all sorts of strange and interesting stories, including

some strange regulations and inside stories of the United States that couldn't be seen in China. This amazed the two women.

The meal was very enjoyable for both host and guests, and then Ranran was startled by a stray dog when she went out... "Alright, report complete. I haven't hidden anything. I've told you everything!" Ranran breathed a sigh of relief.

"You haven't finished confessing, have you?" Zhang Dong stared intently at the patch of moisture that was gradually drying up between Ranran's legs, which was exposed because one of her legs was resting on his shoulder.

"Ugh! I already told you! There's a warm current flowing in my pelvis." Ranran followed Zhang Dong's gaze to her lower body.

"Will that warm current flow out of your little sister's mouth?" Zhang Dong released Ranran's injured leg, hoisted her onto one shoulder while pressing his face against her crotch. Ranran's right leg bent back to her chest. Her short skirt was rolled up to her stomach, the lower part still stubbornly refusing to recede.

The warm breath of Zhang Dong impacted her honeypot covered in white, and Ranran felt Zhang Dong's breath penetrating and spraying onto her honeypot with each breath. She had forgotten the pain in her ankle and began to wet herself.

Zhang Dong just kept breathing against Ranran's crotch, smelling the unique scent of a woman aroused. He closed his eyes, as if he were gently smelling a rose.

Ranran awkwardly used her small hand to shield her covered vulva from Zhang Dong's hot breath. But the moisture in her vulva was unstoppable, gradually becoming overwhelmingly wet, threatening to soak her completely. His hot breath sprayed onto Ranran's small hand, causing it to tremble. Between moving it away and not moving it, Zhang Dong blew a breath onto her trembling hand, and the hand followed this breath away from her crotch. The feeling of leaving was so natural, as if the breath had a tangible force that moved her hand away.

For a full five minutes, Zhang Dong did nothing but carry Ranran's leg on his shoulder, his face close to her vulva, inhaling the moisture from her vulva, heating it in his lungs, and exhaling it, gushing out through Ranran's vagina onto her vulva. It was as if he was warming Ranran's vulva.

Ranran's passage was completely soaked, the area clinging to her vulva becoming increasingly wet, gradually turning transparent. She felt a surge of sexual desire; her nipples, pressed into her breasts by the nipple covers, became increasingly sensitive, hardening as if trying to stretch them open. A throbbing sensation coursed through her body with the rising tide of passion.

She longed for Zhang Dong to quickly move aside and feed her something, even just the slightest friction of flesh against her. But Zhang Dong remained unmoved, simply breathing in her moist scent.

"Quick! Feed your little sister, she's starving!" Ranran couldn't hold back any longer, her brows furrowing into a deep frown as she called out to Zhang Dong. One hand grabbed her crotch and pushed it aside, revealing her glistening, moist vulva. The other hand gripped Zhang Dong's hair tightly, intending to silence him by shoving his mouth into her own.

Zhang Dong remained unmoved, his neck stiff, his eyes filled with mockery as he looked at Ranran.

"Oh, you naughty thing!" Ranran grabbed Zhang Dong's hair with both hands. Unable to pull his head, she thrust her vulva upwards, ignoring the pain in her ankles. She pressed her legs onto Zhang Dong's shoulders, stretching them straight up, and pressed her vulva hard against his mouth. Then, she used her waist and hands to rub against him forcefully.

Zhang Dong's chin was pressed against Ranran's anus, his nose covered, only his eyes were visible as he stared at her.

"Stick out your tongue!" Ranran commanded fiercely, her hands gripping his hair tightening.

She looked like she wanted to shove his entire face into her vulva.

Zhang Dong finally acted, supporting Ranran's buttocks with both hands, sticking out his tongue and inserting it into her vulva, then pulling it back into his mouth, and then suddenly thrusting it back in. Ranran released her hands, pulling down her off-shoulder dress. Ignoring the sleeves still holding it in place, she revealed her breasts. Most of her pear-shaped breasts were still inside the dress, but the nipples were visible. She ripped off the nipple covers and tossed them aside. Simultaneously, she used her thumbs and forefingers to knead her nipples. The tingling sensation in her body was transmitted to her vagina, causing it to throb. Combined with the pleasure from Zhang Dong's tongue on her vagina, it all washed over her soul and brain. With a strong sense of dizziness, Ranran silently climaxed. Holding her breath, she squeezed her nipples hard, causing her breasts to sway, even under the constraints of her clothes. Her two fair, straight thighs clamped tightly around Zhang Dong's head, her vaginal canal involuntarily twitching. Suspended in mid-air, her abdomen and hips thrust upwards, thrust, thrust… After a long while, Ranran's body went limp. Her delicate nose couldn't hold her breath, so she could only gasp for air through her small mouth. Zhang Dong stripped Ranran of her soft, yielding clothes. Of course, he was very careful, afraid of hurting her ankles. Her fair, radiant body revealed the flatness of her lower abdomen through the lush pubic hair above her vulva. Zhang Dong stripped himself naked, supporting himself on all fours as he lay on top of Ranran, careful not to crush her. His

soft, muscular penis swayed against Ranran's belly. He slipped his hands under her armpits, across her back, and gently pulled her into his embrace. With the beautiful woman around his neck, Zhang Dong felt he possessed the most wonderful thing in the world.

After the initial pleasure subsided, Ranran hugged Zhang Dong's neck and whispered in his ear, "I want more! My body feels so empty after this. I want a big one!" As she spoke, she found Zhang Dong's penis on her belly

and massaged it all over with her small hands, urging him to grow up quickly and come to her little sister's house for a drink. But after all that effort, Zhang Dong's penis remained limp, like a large, dying caterpillar. It would harden slightly before immediately going soft again.

It wasn't that Zhang Dong didn't want to get hard; he tried his best to cooperate, constantly lifting his hips and contracting his anus to engorge his penis, but he just couldn't get it up. Zhang Dong also fantasized about Boss Niu stroking Ranran's waist. But it didn't work either; Zhang Dong himself felt his fantasy was quite weak.

"Ugh! You're driving me crazy!" Ranran slapped Zhang Dong hard twice. "You're perfect when you're being tender, but when you're rough, you're just satisfying me. You're awful!!!" After being verbally attacked by Ranran, Zhang Dong, who had been a dying caterpillar, was now completely dead and dried out. His penis, which was usually half-exposed, was now completely covered by his foreskin. If a strange woman had said this, Zhang Dong might have gotten aroused and violently fucked her until she sang "Conquer." But with Ranran, Zhang Dong had absolutely no such thoughts or abilities.

Suddenly, the dejected Zhang Dong had a flash of inspiration. He said, "Ranran, close your eyes and imagine I'm Boss Niu!" "Huh?!" Ranran suddenly blushed.

"Close your eyes, it's okay!" Zhang Dong whispered, breathing warm air into Ranran's ear.

Ranran felt the tingling sensation of Zhang Dong's warm breath entering her ear canal, and slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

Zhang Dong helped Ranran up and gave her a scene simulation. To protect her injured ankle, he first sat on the chaise lounge, then lifted Ranran, spreading her legs and straddling his lap, letting her calves dangle over the edge of the chaise lounge, her ankles and toes dangling off the edge.

"He held you like this last time, just imagine I'm Boss Niu." Zhang Dong let Ranran's hands hang at her sides, then opened his arms, encircling her arms and body completely in his embrace.

He gently rubbed Ranran's back.

"Imagine I'm Boss Niu!"

Ranran's long eyelashes trembled as she began to fantasize. As Zhang Dong's hands caressed her back, her arms and upper body were tightly wrapped. Ranran found that feeling again—the powerlessness of being tightly embraced, a powerlessness mixed with a warm sense of security, and the warm, pleasant sensation of his hands penetrating her spine. Her upper body was tightly restrained, her breasts pressed flat against Boss Niu's stomach.

"Ah! Boss Niu, don't do this!" After mentally preparing herself, Ranran lost herself. It was as if she had been transported back to the scene of being forcibly embraced, her small mouth panting, her hot breath blowing onto Zhang Dong's shoulder.

"Husband, don't touch me anymore, I'm wet down there!"

"Call me Boss Niu!" Zhang Dong's palm gradually moved down, lingering between Ranran's tailbone and her two pert buttocks, deliberately covering Ranran's tailbone with his palm for a while, allowing the heat of his palm to conduct in. He neither moved up nor down to tease Ranran's honey hole. After covering it for a while, he went to pinch Ranran's pert buttocks, "Miss Mi, your husband is impotent, can I take over and soothe your long-neglected body?" "No! I love my husband, I can't betray him!" Ranran murmured in a daze.

"You can treat me as a fake, let me penetrate your long-neglected jade cave, soothe the throbbing folds of your honeyed passage!" Zhang Dong's two palms slowly moved down, each enveloping one of her plump buttocks, fixing them on top and pushing the flesh up, down, left, and right, using the flesh of her buttocks to pull Ranran's honeyed passage open and close.

"Mmm...! Ah...! No, not even a fake! I can't betray my husband!" Her buttocks were tightly encased and kneaded, and with each pull of her honeyed passage opening and closing, more love juice flowed out, filling her entire bun-shaped cave with moisture, the love juice even flowing to her perineum, creating capillary action along the folds of her hips, overcoming gravity to rise to her pink anus. Ranran's body unconsciously moved back and forth, her little face, resting on Zhang Dong's shoulder, gradually turning red, and her body became burning hot.

"Little Mi, don't be afraid. I promise I'll only enter your body, not your life. You can treat me like a robot." Zhang Dong continued to breathe hot air into Ranran's ear as he spoke, his hands already feeling the slippery wetness of her love juices. He also felt Ranran's hips unconsciously thrusting.

"Husband, I want it! Husband, hurry up and stir Ranran's! Ranran is so empty!" Ranran squeezed Zhang Dong's waist and thrust her hips, looking unsatisfied.

"Call me Boss Niu!" Zhang Dong bit Ranran's earlobe, then gently licked the teeth marks that appeared on it.

"Ah...!" With that bite and lick, Ranran's soul trembled deeply.

"Niu...! Niu...! Boss Niu, you can touch my hole!" After saying that, Ranran buried her face behind Zhang Dong's shoulder, and Zhang Dong could only see that her face was red all the way to her neck.

"Yes, my goddess!" Zhang Dong put one hand back to Ranran's back and forcefully pressed Ranran into his arms, her two jade breasts being squeezed flat. His other hand reached out from behind and enveloped Ranran's entire vulva, his middle finger pressing down on her vulva. His entire palm remained firmly against her vulva, refusing to move.

He slowly moved his palm, causing the vulva to undulate gently with his hand, drawing a small circle. More and more love juice flowed from her vulva, making the area where his palm pressed increasingly slippery. However, Zhang Dong felt a vacuum-like suction when his palm bulged backward, and each time he bulged his palm, Ranran would let out a soft moan.

Ranran's hands began to tightly hug Zhang Dong's back, thrusting her hips, causing Zhang Dong's palms to rub her entire vulva more vigorously. However, this was only a temporary solution. As more love juice was produced, her vulva felt even emptier.

As Ranran's moans became more and more in sync with the rhythm of his palms, Ranran began to thrust her hips desperately.

"Beg me!" Zhang Dong released his hands from her vulva.

"Husband, hurry up and fry my pussy!" Ranran was already aroused, and her voice grew louder.

"Call me Boss Niu." Zhang Dong turned his head and bit Ranran's earlobe, then licked it... "Ah...!" Zhang Dong's sudden attack once again stirred Ranran's soul. Every time he licked her earlobe, Mi Su felt a tremor in her heart, "Ah...! Ah...! Ah...! Niu...! Boss Niu, hurry up and fry Ranran's pussy..." The last sentence was shouted out loud.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhangdong began his work, slowly but firmly pushing open Ranran's belly, trying to create a space between them. However, with them so close together, establishing this space was difficult. Fortunately, Xiao Zhangdong's personality was such that the more he was oppressed, the more resilient he became; unyielding was his motto.

Ranran felt Xiao Zhangdong's rise and simultaneously received his fingers teasing her vulva. Benefiting from this, Ranran began to writhe: "Boss Niu, rub my vulva harder, it's so itchy!" "Rub my clitoris harder, it feels good, yes, rub it." Ranran was completely enveloped, passively being played with. Her pure heart was bursting forth, yet she could only close her eyes and beg for the man's comfort. Gradually, she became immersed in this wondrous scene, her mind shifting between her husband's familiar and safe embrace and the strong, possessive embrace of Boss Niu.

"Do you want the bull's penis or the bull's finger to enter you?" Zhangdong stopped teasing her vulva and whispered in Ranran's ear. Zhang Dong himself was immersed in his fantasy, his penis already rock hard.

"Husband, I want your penis, stop playing around. Hurry up and insert it into my little sister!" Ranran hugged Zhang Dong tightly, thrusting her hips, but nothing could soothe her empty honey hole, her love juices flowing out.

"Call me Boss Niu! Imagine I'm Boss Niu!" Zhang Dong began to tease Ranran's round earlobes again.

"Ah...! Hmm...!" Ranran moaned unconsciously, her empty honey hole making her feel like an ant on a hot pan, futilely thrusting her hips, her fingernails scratching Zhang Dong's back, drawing blood. However, Zhang Dong remained unmoved, firmly holding Ranran tightly, his erect penis, under Zhang Dong's own mental preparation, throbbing against Ranran's belly... "Ah...! You bad thing! I hate you!" Ranran shouted loudly, "Boss Niu, hurry up and use your bullwhip to insert into Ranran's hole, come! Come on!!!" Ranran shouted loudly, her voice trembling with tears.

Zhang Dong finally began to move. He stood up, holding Ranran, lifting her upturned buttocks, and thrusting his erect penis towards her vulva. Even at its maximum length, his penis, without support, was bent forward and downward. Zhang Dong supported Ranran's back with one hand and her buttocks with the other, creating an X-shape from the side, with his head pressed against her vulva. Ranran gripped Zhang Dong's arms tightly,

ready to accept his intrusion.

However, even after ten or twenty seconds, his penis remained pressed against her vulva, throbbing and licking her vulva as it rose, stirring the vaginal fluid with a faint gurgling sound as it throbbed downwards.

"Go in! You beast, go in!!" Ranran screamed almost, her entire body suspended in mid-air, passively accepting Zhang Dong's violation, scratching his arm with her nails, kicking her legs despite the pain.

Zhang Dong had originally intended to tease her further, making Ranran imagine he was a cunning man. But seeing Ranran kicking her injured ankle recklessly, and realizing her own arm strength was failing and her hands were numb, she had no choice but to thrust her little Zhang Dong all the way in. Ranran's empty honey hole was finally filled, and her vaginal muscles gratefully began to work on her little Zhang Dong all over, wriggling and randomly manipulating him from all directions.

Chapter Seventeen: Ranran's Shyness

While Ranran was serving her little Zhang Dong, she also felt him jumping inside her honey hole. Feeling it become the fulcrum between them, the tearing sensation created by the angle of the erection being opposite to the angle of the honey hole gave Ranran a unique pleasure. Although it didn't touch her G-spot, the tearing motion of the honey hole greatly relieved Ranran's itching. However, Ranran's tight vaginal canal was not to be trifled with. She forcibly changed the position of her little Zhang Dong, making it point upwards, while the base was stuck due to the position, and each jump brought Ranran pleasure. Although neither of them moved, the playful interaction between their lower bodies brought Zhang Dong and Ranran a profound, soul-stirring pleasure.

Ranran, using her own weight, pressed against the base of Zhang Dong's penis. She closed her eyes, feeling it spontaneously churning inside her for two minutes before opening them and saying to Zhang Dong, "Playing this kind of scenario too much makes me embarrassed when I see Boss Niu, and I even get wet just looking at him! Can we do this less often?" "Then tell me how it felt just now, was it exciting?" Zhang Dong pressed Ranran's upper body closer to him, letting her hands wrap around his neck. He pinched her buttocks with both hands and began to move her hips up and down, causing his penis to churn vigorously inside her. A trickle of love juice began to flow slowly from between their joined bodies. Ranran's

face flushed red, and she closed her eyes, remaining silent, as if savoring the simulated scenario. But the reaction of her vagina truthfully told Zhang Dong that she had been very aroused, very comfortable, and very enjoying herself. She kept biting, pressing, entwining, and strangling her little Zhang Dong.

"Say it!" Zhang Dong wanted Ranran to say it herself, so he quickly swayed her pert buttocks. This shy wife satisfied Zhang Dong's visual and psychological pleasure, and love juice began to spray between them.

Ranran still didn't speak; she began to enjoy the pleasure, her face full of intoxication.

"It seems I'm using the wrong method!" Zhang Dong realized and stopped swaying. He also controlled his little Zhang Dong to stop throbbing, and it even showed a slight tendency to soften.

Ranran sensed something was wrong. She opened her eyes and thrust her hips. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't soften! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" "Just now, I really felt like I was being forcibly hugged again, and I felt the strong possessiveness in Boss Niu's embrace!

I like the feeling of being squeezed in the arms of a strong man and having my breasts flattened!" Ranran tilted her head back, not wanting Zhang Dong to see her expression. Her slender, reddened neck looked particularly alluring, and the nostrils of her delicate nose on her small face were opening and closing.

"Do you like it? Do you like the way the bullwhip bounces?" Zhang Dong began to sway Ranran's buttocks, and his little Zhang Dong also began to thrust and jump.

"Ah~! Bullwhips aren't like that. Bullwhips are different from Xiao Zhangdong's. Bullwhips curve upwards, while Xiao Zhangdong's are straight and pointing downwards!" Ranran continued to look up at the sky, murmuring as if recalling the scene from back then. "Boss Niu's bullwhip curves upwards, towards his own belly. I felt it when he hugged me that day!" "What did you say?!" Zhang Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and his penis swelled up to its limit in anger, bulging so much that Zhang Dong could feel all the veins bulging. "You could feel the shape and posture of the bullwhip even through your clothes?" "Who told you not to touch me during that time? During that time, I was thinking about finding something to stuff inside to fill the emptiness all day long!" Ranran finally turned her face to Zhang Dong, looking directly into his eyes as she spoke. "When the bullwhip was pressing against my stomach, I couldn't resist. Of course, I could feel its general shape by following its throbbing." "Did you really feel it? Do you want a real bullwhip to go inside you?" Zhang Dong began to lift Mi Su's buttocks, and with each up and down movement, her love juices were squeezed out and splashed out, making a gurgling sound. The speed wasn't fast, but the force, based on Ranran's weight, was not to be underestimated. "Do you want Boss Niu to hold your body tightly, only using his waist strength to thrust the bullwhip inside you, the upward-curving bullwhip hitting your G-spot every time! You are powerless to resist but you can't stop?" "I don't want to! I don't want to! I only want you, I won't betray you!" Ranran closed her eyes and said firmly while enjoying herself. "At most, it's just a little flirting, we agreed! I can't accept other men entering my body! Don't force me to cheat, I know you have a cuckold fetish. At most... at most, we'll do more simulations like this in the future!" In the end, Ranran compromised a bit.

"So you're fantasizing about Boss Niu being there now!" Zhang Dong wasn't going to push his luck. Although he had a cuckold fetish, he hadn't gone so far as to force his wife to offer herself. Everything revolved around his wife's pleasure, and if they could maintain this until old age, it would be a good choice. However, the ultimate result of such an ambiguous relationship was loss of virginity, and just one accidental encounter would bring him a delightful cuckold's horns. But he had to be in control, and the prerequisite was his wife's consent and her pleasure!

"Boss Niu, Brother Niu, squeeze Ranran's little butt hard!" Ranran gradually sank into her fantasy, imagining being manipulated by Boss Niu.

Following Ranran's instructions, Zhang Dong kneaded her shapely buttocks while slowly placing her on the chaise lounge. He positioned her against the backrest and straddled her, spreading her straight, jade-like legs wide across his thighs, their genitals pressed together. Zhang Dong's head rested on Ranran's navel as he said, "Close your eyes and imagine I'm Boss Niu!" He then thrust his penis into Ranran's vagina, lifting her up so their genitals were pressed tightly together before releasing her to lie back against the backrest. Ranran's anus was now suspended in the air, her thighs resting on Zhang Dong's thighs. This position made them roughly the same height.

Ranran closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling as Zhang Dong's penis fully penetrated her. She let out a soft moan, "Ah~!" Her back straightened, and after a while, she relaxed, letting her upper body fully recline into the chaise lounge, her head turned to one side, like a languid queen.

Zhang Dong took Ranran's hands and draped them around his neck, cupped her face in his hands, turned her head, and leaned close to her ear to whisper, "Your fantasy is that Boss Niu is with you! Don't speak, just enjoy the pleasure. Ranran, I wish you eternal happiness! Since you have feelings for Boss Niu, then feel free to flirt with him. Even if you end up losing your virginity, I will always love you. Since you know about cuckoldry, you should know that as long as there's no deception or concealment, as long as your soul still yearns for your husband, a wife who has lost her virginity will only make the cuckold even happier! Let go of your worries and enjoy this blissful world!"

[The End]

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