My Wife Loves to Go to Bed 1-9

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Early in the morning, I sleepily walked down the stairs.
In the white marble-paved dining room, my wife, Lin Wanqing, whom I had married six months prior, was sitting.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her demeanor noble and aloof, her features refined and elegant. Her long, black hair, freshly bathed, was styled in a bun.
She wore a white uniform shirt, a light gray uniform skirt, and black stockings, outlining her curvaceous, S-shaped
figure.
"Hey, Wanqing, did you sleep well last night?"
Wanqing's beautiful, unadorned eyes swept upwards, her face expressionless and frosty. She swallowed a
glutinous rice ball without a word, ignoring me.
However, my breakfast was on the table: three bowls of milk, three ounces of bacon, four eggs
, and a small dish of peanuts.
I chuckled awkwardly. Playing World of Warcraft until 2 AM last night was indeed quite inappropriate.
However, although my betrothed didn't roll up the sheets until the fourth month after our marriage, and deliberately
glared at me with a bitter and resentful expression that almost made me lose my temper, her daily thoughtfulness never wavered.
Even when she made a mistake at work yesterday, which was reported by the team leader to the boss and then a dismissal
application was submitted to the chairman's office, Wanqing, who held all the power, managed to suppress the matter.
Of course, the truth is that Deputy Manager Wang himself is mentally unstable, a menopausal old man...
? ? After taking a couple of bites of breakfast, I saw Wanqing still looking down at her high-starch meal, the whole table silent except for the sound
of chewing . I clicked my tongue and grabbed a glutinous rice ball from her plate.
"Qin Feng! That's mine!"
"Yeah, I know, but you still have a plate of these. Good wife, good wife, give me this one."
"Give it to me! You bastard!"
"Oh, it's so delicious~"
"You can go to hell!"
Wanqing's eyes widened in anger, her pretty face tense, her thin lips frosty, her slender waist straightened, she grabbed
the plate , gulped down a whole bowl of milk, and walked straight towards the living room with her delicate silk-stockinged feet.
I looked at the empty bowl of milk and said, "Honey, the water dispenser is in the dining room."
"Roll!"
I slowly ate my breakfast, while looking at the photo album on the upper shelf.
Wanqing and I got married in secret, only a few people in the company knew, so there were no wedding photos, but
there were photos of our grandparents fighting on the battlefield, and our parents as international mercenaries and wealthy businessmen.
Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder, Wanqing hated this marriage at first, even turning the blind date into a husband-killing event
, yet she always kept these photos here.
It seems her strict upbringing from a young age is still to blame. However, sometimes extremes backfire. This kind of traditional
experience, so traditional it could be combined with anime elements, is a typical rich girl's growing-up diary. Won't it make her feel stifled
? After I finished breakfast, I found Wanqing still sitting alone on the living room sofa, silently swallowing a plate full of
glutinous rice balls, making very slow progress.
I slipped over to her, and she glanced at me. I gave her a gentlemanly bow and said, "Honey, is there anything I can
help you with?"
She turned her head away and mumbled, "Get me a glass of water." Then
she burped. I got up late but left early. Considering I'm just a low-level employee at my father-in-law's company, even though I live in a luxurious villa, I still drive an ordinary Toyota Camry to work. The car drove out of this super mansion, three stories above ground and two below, totaling 5,000 square meters, out of the heavily private community, and headed towards the company in the city. Linmao Building—this is where my father-in-law founded his company, and where I work now. It's a 59-story office building in the heart of the city, where land is incredibly valuable. The building itself is worth hundreds of millions. I greeted the receptionist in the lobby, swiped my card to sign in, and entered the elevator lobby. There were eight elevators on two sides, each carrying twenty people, and elevator operators from the property management were available to assist during peak hours. Right now, every elevator had a number of colleagues waiting, and almost all the floor buttons were pressed . Just as I stood in front of the farthest elevator, a seductive voice rang out. "Qin Feng, aren't you thinking about how to write your new resume?" The woman standing next to me had brown, curly hair that flowed smoothly over her shoulders, with a wisp of bangs sticking out at her forehead . This was Gao Qianni, a white-collar beauty in my office, wearing a white-collar suit. She had a graceful figure, a charming , was twenty-six years old, and had been married for three years. "What are you saying? You really want Old Wang to fire me?" Gao Qianni glanced at me seductively. Even with her suit jacket discounted, her voluptuous waist and firm breasts still made my heart flutter. "How could that be? You're a great help to me at work. Speaking of Qin Feng, I've been wondering why your dismissal application has to go all the way to the chairman, since you're just a lowly employee. " We stood in front of the inner elevator. The three elevators that arrived on the outer side had driven most people out of the elevator lobby. I laughed loudly, "Here we go again. Haven't I told you countless times? I'm the son-in-law of our former chairman." Gao Qianni rolled her eyes at me seductively, gave a coquettish laugh, and drew a half-circle on the ground with her slightly transparent stockings and high heels . "You're so cheeky~" Just then, the elevator doors opened, and a handsome man in his thirties and a balding man stood in front of us. "President Cheng, Deputy Manager Wang," "Good lad, you're in good spirits today." The handsome man was named Cheng Xu, my good neighbor and older brother from childhood, now one of the vice presidents of Linmao Group. His Harvard Business School MBA title was no joke. The balding man, with a sallow complexion, dull skin, and thin build, was my boss's boss, Wang Zhiwen, the deputy director of the comprehensive department who had repeatedly submitted my dismissal letter to Lin Wanqing—a menopausal old man. "Hello, President Cheng, honey, where did you park the car?" Gao Qianni gently hugged Wang Zhiwen's arm, who smiled and said, "The usual place." Then, he glanced at me: "Qin Feng, yesterday's mistake was the third this quarter. I've submitted your dismissal letter to the chairman again. You'd better watch yourself." I frowned slightly, and before I could speak, Cheng Xu patted Wang Zhiwen's shoulder and said, "Old Wang! It's not a big deal."

"It's not worth making such a fuss over something like this. Like your two previous applications, Mr. Lin didn't approve them either,"
Wang Zhiwen chuckled and said nothing more. Out of his sight, Gao Qianni gave me a
silent , sly smile.
Wang Zhiwen, Gao Qianni, and I exited the elevator on the floor belonging to the General Affairs Department and began our new day's work.
Don't underestimate me just because I'm an ordinary team member. My boss's boss has repeatedly tried to fire me, but he always had to
apply . How could my colleagues not notice this shady dealing? Therefore, not only did Gao Qianni treat me differently, but my team
members Xiao Zhao, Xiao Qian, and Team Leader Li were also very friendly towards me.
I'd only been working for half an hour when Xiao Wang from my cubicle called out to me, "Come and take a look!"
The Linmao Group is truly rolling in money.
This entire 59-story building only has about a thousand employees.
Therefore, even an ordinary employee has a decent amount of office space.
Although, for the sake of close cooperation among department employees, it uses a grid-style layout like most offices.
However, in the office area alone, each employee was allocated no less than fifteen square meters,
an unimaginable scene in this city where land is incredibly valuable.
So, after hearing the call, I had to drag my feet and trek across mountains and rivers to Xiao Wang, and immediately
saw what he wanted to show me.
"How is it, a good angle, right?"
It was a photo of the company's chairman, my lovely wife Lin Wanqing, eating in the cafeteria.
Speaking of the company, the twenty-five-year-old Lin Wanqing is considered the typical dream girl in every man's heart.
Not to mention some unmarried young men, even some middle-aged men with families often couldn't help but
fantasize about her.
Especially since everyone knows that she is currently "single," not only do many employees have inappropriate thoughts about her, but
the sons of other companies have also sent Wanqing flowers or invited her to dinner under the guise of work, forcing my beautiful
wife to occasionally come home late at night.
"Wow, she's really beautiful."
Together with Xiao Wang, I admired my wife's stunning beauty.
This must have been taken yesterday, because Wanqing's white shirt was unbuttoned at the top. The day before yesterday, after work
, I was busy going to a bar with Chengxu, leaving her to wait until midnight with a table full of food.
Having gotten up early yesterday morning, she was inevitably a little disheveled.
Of course, I didn't sleep well that night either.
When I returned in the early hours, Wanqing was furious and cruelly locked me on the balcony.
Then, seeing the beautiful moonlight, the fresh and warm air, the melodious cicadas chirping in the green area, and
the charming , she immediately went to the kitchen and brought out a washboard.
So, one of us was kneeling on the washboard on the balcony, while the other moved a chair inside, studying by lamplight while keeping watch
.
It wasn't until dawn that she finally succumbed to her dark circles and let me in.
In the photo, Wanqing sits gracefully, her long, slender legs in stockings leaning to the side, their curves
elegant and graceful
. Her slender waist accentuates her full breasts, and her black hair is styled in a bun, revealing her snow-white pubic hair. Xiao Wang and I are mesmerized and captivated by her beauty.
"Goddess, if only I could say a few words to her someday. My President Lin, my
dream goddess, ah~ your breasts, your shapely buttocks, your beautiful legs…"
"Hmph, that's impossible, because I'm already the son-in-law of our former chairman." "
Yeah, yeah, I'm also the father of our former chairman's grandson. Come on, Brother Qin, stop fantasizing and
get back to work."
The long hours continued, and soon it was afternoon. My phone received a text message from Vice President
Cheng Xu:
"Are you free to go to the hot springs tonight?"
I replied yes, then found an excuse to leave the office, took the elevator to the rooftop.
With each employee having their own large office space, the vice presidents, just a handful, could share an entire floor
, and Chairman Lin Wanqing occupied the entire top floor, a considerable area.
Taking the elevator to the 59th floor, I saw a girl with pigtails standing outside the elevator lobby. Wearing
low-heeled sandals, long, slender, fair legs, denim shorts, and a pink tank top, she was calling out to Wanqing's best friend and
secretary , a petite, baby-faced girl with a hee-cut hairstyle, Wang Li: "I want to see my sister!"
Wang Li shook her head, saying, "President Lin is working, she doesn't have time to see you."
"I'm her sister! What can't I see? Sister! Don't you want me anymore?! Sister~
!"
"Don't shout, you'll disturb President Lin's work!"
I strode forward: "Hey, Miaomiao, what's going on? Shouldn't you be taking the college entrance exam? Why aren't you at school?"
The girl with pigtails swayed her slender waist and turned around, her clothes swaying, her small belly button faintly visible.
Seeing that it was me, her sparkling eyes lit up instantly, and a
seductive as she leaped over.
"Wow! Brother-in-law! Kiss me!"
"Stop!"
The mahogany door to the office was pushed open.
Lin Wanqing, her long, black-stockinged legs clicking in her high heels, quickly walked forward and pulled
Lin Miaomiao, who was clinging to me like a koala, off.
"He's my husband! What are you hugging him for! And kissing me? Have you even brushed your teeth?!"
"Hmph~ Sisters-in-law are just born to seduce their brothers-in-law!"
"Get off!!"
"No, no! I'm going to seduce my brother-in-law!"
"Um... hello everyone."
After the farce ended, we went inside.
In the reception area, which was as big as two basketball courts, a high-end carpet covered the entire floor, and behind the six-meter-long
desk was a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, offering a view of the skyscrapers outside from a height of nearly two hundred meters.
"Hehe, sister, come sit down, don't be so polite."
Miao Miao deliberately sat down next to me, her long, slender legs casually propped up on the coffee table, her right arm draped over my
arm .
I smiled helplessly. Wan Qing looked at the empty seat to Miao Miao's left with a tense face, then at the empty seat to my right,
snorted , and was about to sit down next to me when she turned and went to the center of the sofa opposite the coffee table.
"So, Miao Miao, what's the matter that you suddenly called me here for?"
Miao Miao chuckled, "Sister, I'll tell you a big secret, I have a man again!"
Wan Qing's eyes widened immediately again, and I quickly said, "Well..." "
Hmph, just hooked up with a loser from the school next door, brother-in-law, why are you so nervous?"
"Eh, am I nervous?"
"...You two arranged to come here and put on a show."
In short, Miaomiao was just bored and skipped class to play with her sister.
Seeing me come over, she made a fuss for a while, then said with an ambiguous look that she wouldn't bother me anymore and ran into
the bedroom inside the office.
"That brat, she dumped several boyfriends in three years of high school."
After calming down, Wanqing shook her head helplessly: "So, Qin Feng, what do you want?"
"Cheng Xu invited me to go to the hot springs tonight. I might not be back until very late, so don't save me any food. Uh... don't
look at me like that. You should go to sleep early too, don't always stay up late, okay?"
Wanqing hummed softly, then lowered her eyes, a gentle look in her eyes.
Seeing Miaomiao run into the bedroom or go to rest, she got up and sat down next to me, her soft shoulder resting on
mine .
An emotion welled up within her, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Qin Feng, I know you've been feeling
very stifled since marrying me..."
I frowned slightly, seeing Wanqing bring up this topic again, and put my arm around her slender shoulders: "What nonsense
are you talking about ? Since marrying you, my back doesn't ache, my legs don't hurt, I can climb five flights of stairs in one go, and even my mind
has become incredibly sharp! What's so stifling about it!"
Wanqing smiled slightly: "Incredibly sharp? Well, you've messed up your document organization, made three
mistakes , and received so many dismissal applications from Wang Zhiwen, and you still have the nerve to talk about yourself like this."
I scoffed. I chuckled and kissed Wanqing's forehead. "That's just Wang Zhiwen being petty and not liking me.
Anyway Wanqing, don't overthink it. You're my most beloved wife."
Wanqing nestled against me, her smile fading. "The other day, when I was washing your underwear, I found... you had another wet dream ,
didn't you?"
My smile also lessened slightly, and I kissed her forehead again. "That just means your husband is still young and vigorous. Okay, baby
, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going to play with Cheng Xu in a bit. See you at home."
I lowered my head and kissed Wanqing's red lips again before leaving the office and taking the elevator straight to the underground
parking lot .
However, just as the elevator passed the general affairs department floor, the doors suddenly opened, and a balding, thin old man
walked in.
"Qin Feng."
"Oh, Deputy Manager Wang, time to go home?" Wang Zhiwen, the deputy manager of the general affairs department, was considered one of the lowest-ranking executives in the company. He had a warm home
in a cheap high-rise apartment . He glanced at my face, upper body, and arms with a stern expression, then smiled smugly and straightened his collar. "Oh, of course I'm off work. My Qianni is so considerate to me; you can't imagine how delicious her cooking . By the way, Qin Feng, when are you getting married? Should I come and support you?" "Hehe, no rush, no rush. I'm still young, I want to enjoy myself for a couple more years." Wang Zhiwen snorted again, raising his hairy, withered arm to check the time on his Rolex: "You're leaving work a bit early today . That's not the behavior of a good employee." I said modestly, "President Cheng Xu invited me to a hot spring..." "Oh, I got a text message!" Before I could finish speaking, Wang Zhiwen interrupted me, took out his phone, and said happily, "Look, Qianni sent me this... I'm going shopping with my best friend tonight, so I won't be home for dinner. Oh dear, what a pity. Looks like I'll have to go to the market ." I listened to him grumbling as he got off the elevator, grumbling as he walked into the parking lot, and grumbling as he got into his Audi A6 and drove away . I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Haha, you're right, Wang Zhiwen's menopause is all about nagging!" We met Cheng Xu in the underground parking lot. He'd just turned thirty, the most charming time of his life , and with his Harvard MBA and his position as Vice President of Lin Mao, he was truly one of the top diamond bachelors in the entire CBD. Just as we were walking towards his Audi A8L, a female mid-level manager greeted him admiringly . "When did Old Wang start nagging?" The car sped out of the office building and headed towards the suburbs. "It started three or four years ago. His hair is falling out faster and faster. I'm really afraid he'll suddenly collapse in the office one day, and then it'll be considered a work injury!" "Yeah, Brother Cheng, then President Lin will have a headache. She seems . Every time she walks into the cafeteria, it's like she's killing everyone in ten steps. Everyone's weak in the knees!" "Don't let her hear you say that, or I'll have a hard time stopping her!" "Yeah, you're the vice president, you all know her temper." "Absolutely! It was especially bad yesterday. I could see it clearly when I talked to her—those dark circles under her eyes! She must have been working really late the day before. Then she suddenly got a phone call, but I couldn't hear what it was. The other person seemed to be apologizing, and Ms. Lin just yelled 'Roll!' like a lioness, which scared me so much I dropped my cup. With so , we subordinates should do our best!" "Hmm...yes...hehe..." We first found a restaurant on the street to eat, then drove onto the highway and into the suburbs. As night fell , we parked in front of a European-style manor located in the suburbs. The suburbs under the night sky were warm and pleasant, with lush green trees and empty surroundings, except for a few luxury cars parked there , all of them supercars or Bentleys and Rolls-Royces. In front of the manor, white fencing stretched to both sides of the road, and the black iron gate at the end of the road was tightly closed. Cheng Xu and I got out of the car, both wearing Batman masks. He continued his unfinished topic, "Don't play dumb ! You stole it! It was the one I put in my bag! The blue striped one! Still pretending! Do you know how much my sister beat me up after she found out …" He trailed off. The iron gate slowly opened, and a woman in a red robe emerged, carrying a five-candle lamp, followed by another maid. The woman's beige mask covered her forehead and cheeks, revealing only her red lips and below, her chin beautifully curved. "I'm Optimus Prime, and he's Megatron," Cheng Xu said. We each took out a square silver pendant and hung it around our necks, each bearing our online names in bold . At the same time, I was also observing the woman in the red robe. She was slender yet voluptuous, her floor-length robe open, revealing black lingerie with mesh, exposing her full, perky breasts with sizable pink areolas. She wore a semi-transparent black mesh top.

Underwear.
A brass tag hung on her chest, bearing the black number 50.
The other woman wore ordinary black bikinis, nothing particularly eye-catching. Both women were barefoot, their beautiful feet
treading on the spotless stone floor.
The woman in the red robe parted her red lips, nodding and smiling, "Please come in, ladies."
We entered the manor.
Warm, clean air, clean, rough stone paths, rows of white stone pillars standing on either side.
The woman in the red robe, with her bare, beautiful feet, walked with alluring steps, gracefully leading the way, the other woman
following behind.
Inside the manor was a magnificent castle, but we all knew that it also contained a fully equipped,
year-round heated, and vast basement.
As a nightlife club exclusively for the wealthy and powerful, it had few guests tonight.
The club's interior was luxuriously decorated, but the area was sparsely populated, quiet, and most of
the staff were nowhere to be seen.
We followed the woman in the red robe patiently, admiring her beautiful feet and alluring gait.
She led us into the hot spring area. Before leaving, Cheng Xu asked her for two masseuses, who replied that we
would have to wait a moment.
Then, in the large bath, we both soaked naked in the hot water. After a long day of work,
everyone relaxed, and for a while, no one spoke.
After a while, I looked at Cheng Xu.
He had always been like this—tall, with a defined eight-pack, not an ounce of fat
, and strong muscles in his arms and thighs. His manhood was also incredibly thick
.
His penis, erect in the hot water, the purplish-red glans standing upright like a large
egg or a ripe apricot, radiating a purplish-red color, hard and erect in the hot water,
exuding both attraction to the opposite sex and displaying its owner's masculine majesty.
I secretly admired it, because it looked at least half the length of an average man's, even longer than mine
, definitely not something an ordinary person could compare to; it was absolutely top-tier stallion-level.
After a moment, the door to the room by the hot spring pool was gently pulled open, and two
girls wearing black bikinis and masks stood in the doorway—the masseuses Cheng Xu had requested earlier.
They were beautiful, clearly very young, and definitely not yet a college graduate.
Afterward, we left the pool, wrapped ourselves in towels, and went to the massage room behind the bathroom.
The massage room was spacious.
It was lit by a slightly dim but soft, pale yellow light, and was separated by screens. Each cubicle
had a very large mirror embedded in its wall.
Looking at my well-developed physique in the mirror, I smiled with satisfaction, then leaned over and lay down on the massage bed.
The young masseuse approached and began gently massaging my temples with her fingers. Starting from
my head , she slowly moved down to the back of my head, neck, shoulders, and ribs,
gently tapping my back. After a few moments, she dripped some liquid, presumably essential oil, onto my back. The oil
felt warm and comfortable on my skin as she rubbed it in her hands.
Her technique was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, her kneading and squeezing perfectly balanced.
After about fifteen minutes, my upper body felt incredibly comfortable from the massage. I heard the girl
say , "Sir, could you turn around and take off your towel?"
I turned around, and she slightly raised the upper half of the massage table, allowing me to recline comfortably
.
She gently untied my bathrobe, revealing my highly erect penis after continuous stimulation.
She smiled shyly, "Sir, your penis is really big."
I carefully examined the girl; her body, concealed by her bikini, was alluring and captivating. As a staff member of the club, whether
part-time full-time, she wore a number 32 badge around her neck—a black badge with white numbers,
consistent with the style of the girl in a bikini behind the woman in the red robe who had led the way earlier. I
closed my eyes, letting her massage my legs to my heart's content, relieving my fatigue from the day.
Just as I was relaxing and almost falling asleep, I suddenly heard a soft
moan .
I opened my eyes and listened carefully. Another delicate moan came from inside the room;
only girls make such sounds when in bed. I strained to see what it was,
but my view was blocked by the screen.
The second sound rang out—yes, it was the girl's moans of pleasure in bed.
The sound was quite clear; it seemed she was experiencing a
sexual Judging from the sound, she could no longer deliberately conceal her moans as before
.
My curiosity and voyeuristic desires were aroused. What kind of
erotic But unfortunately, I couldn't just barge in and disturb Cheng Xu's good time.
I had to suppress my urges and continue listening to the sounds coming from inside.
The moans came intermittently from inside, and my penis was hard and aching. My heart
was itching like a cat's scratch, and my eyes were fixed on the few vaguely moving shadows projected on the screen.
Cheng Xu was there, along with his bikini-clad masseuse. I tried to identify their positions, but I
couldn't tell which of the shadows belonged to Cheng Xu and which belonged to the girl.
My mind wandered, and the masseuse's ecstatic moans kept reaching my ears. Along with her moans
, I could also faintly hear the sounds of flesh colliding.
I felt restless all over, my penis erect and stiff. I looked at the masseuse and nodded to
her.
Although she was wearing a mask, her knowing smile was so lovely.
She began applying essential oil to my erect penis, making it shine brightly, the purplish
-red glans glistening.
She held my penis and slowly began to stroke it, the oil making it feel incredibly hot. A surge of intense pleasure shot
through my brain, making me gasp.
I looked down and saw that under her skillful strokes, the glans and urethral opening opened, and a large drop of clear fluid
slowly dripped down, forming a long, thin thread.
Because I hadn't had sex in a long time, after only a few strokes, my penis trembled and was about to ejaculate.
She immediately stopped stroking and instead bent down to take it into her mouth.
In the cubicle, the sounds of lovemaking gradually increased, both of them releasing and venting their pleasure.
Enjoying the girl's oral sex, gazing at her beautiful, delicate cheeks, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. Two
fingers gently caressed the tips of her proud, firm breasts, circling and kneading them until I found the small
, exquisite nipple. I gently pinched and skillfully rubbed and squeezed the soft, tender bud.
The girl gave me a coquettish glance, her tongue licking and rubbing the tip of my penis, like a dragon climbing a
pillar , tightly entwining it.
Then, she took my penis into her mouth, sucking and swaying it up and down, left and right.
My penis grew thicker, larger, harder, and hotter. I thrust my hips, and it trembled as it pushed
deep into her mouth and throat, making her gasp and dizzy! With great difficulty, she spat out the shaft,
glanced at it with alluring eyes, and saw it was flushed, erect, and defiant. Her love was
rekindled passionate embrace,
she spat it out again, then took a mouthful of hot water and took the penis back in. I felt an incredibly pleasurable sensation as her small mouth scalded my glans. After a few strokes, she spat it out again,
then took a mouthful of cold water, and the glans once more enjoyed the ultimate treatment.
Soon, when she took another mouthful of hot water, I knew my patience wouldn't hold out. With rapid
strokes , my penis swelled rapidly.
A powerful stimulation erupted from my genitals.
My penis involuntarily thrust in and out of her mouth, streams of semen gushing from the urethral opening into her lips
. She gripped the base of my penis and squeezed it repeatedly, making my ejaculation exceptionally pleasurable.
Thus, my semen gushed even more powerfully into her mouth, wave after wave, seemingly endless.
After a while, when I finally went limp, the girl's delicate chin was covered in leaked semen.
But a satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful face as she scraped all the semen off her chin, sucking on her fingers
to savor the last drop of semen from my glans. Then, with a gurgling sound, she
swallowed .
Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, Cheng Xu and his masseuse were still engaged in a passionate struggle. His
thick, hard penis possessed unimaginable power, and under the vigorous work of his eight-pack abs, the girl's soft
moans were truly captivating.
After such a fierce battle, my desire was still not fully satisfied, so I immediately mounted the
masseuse .
I pressed her body down, pinched her two incredibly firm breasts, buried my face in her deep cleavage,
and then pressed her breasts against my cheeks, savoring the wonderful touch and greedily inhaling
the rich, milky fragrance emanating from her beautiful breasts.
With each breath, her hemispherical breasts, gradually swelling, unfolded before my eyes, pink nipples
erect in the center of round areolas, hard like two small beans.
She kindly guided my penis to her labia, the large glans forcing its way
into her moist vulva.
I felt my penis sink into the tight, slippery pressure; the vagina was incredibly hot.
My penis must have stretched her quite a bit; her long legs were spread wide, her plump vulva
elastically pressed against my hips, it felt really good.
"Master, hurry up and move!"
Seeing me standing there in a daze, she gave me a playful glare, then smiled.
Even with the simple mask on, her face was incredibly beautiful.
I fainted. Did she think I was a virgin? I thrust my glans deep into her vagina, the tight
walls making me gasp. I squeezed her full, round buttocks, letting my testicles
slap against .
The speed of my thrusts gradually increased, and with her soft moans, I spread her long legs wide and rammed into her
even more pumping wildly inside her tight body. I bit her blooming areolas, sucking on
her tender nipples and chewing on them .
Her face was flushed, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily, but her eyes still looked at me alluringly.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt waves of vaginal spasms as my penis tightened, and she couldn't help but
cry out loudly.
I squeezed her breasts hard, my penis deeply inserted into the depths of her vagina. She trembled with excitement
, her entire body convulsing slightly. A surge of hot fluid washed over my glans, making me
cry out in pleasure.
After a few more powerful thrusts, I held her supple body and, with a low growl,
ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina! After her orgasm, she smiled at me with a hint of post-orgasmic exhaustion,
gently stroking my cheek.
I withdrew my penis from her, and a stream of white fluid immediately flowed from her vaginal opening
, creating a striking contrast against her black pubic hair. Although my desire remained, I checked the time and knew
I should end the battle early. Meanwhile, the battle on the other side of the screen continued.
The girl, after I ejaculated inside her, cleaned my penis, now covered in her fluids, with her mouth and tongue, then let the white fluid
drip onto the floor before heading to another battlefield.
I glanced at the large mirror next to the room, then returned to the storage room to get dressed.
Just then, the phone rang. Wanqing's number made me smile.
"Honey, what's up?"
"I saw the Camry is still in the parking lot. You left in Chengxu's car, right? How was your hot spring bath?
Why did you answer the phone so quickly?"
I chuckled. "So you're checking up on me, huh? Chengxu wanted to soak a little longer. This young master
is in his prime ; a three-minute hot bath is enough to recover from a day's fatigue. Wait, I'm coming home right away."
"Hot spring resorts... are they usually in the suburbs? Which one did you go to? Do they offer car rentals?"
"My dear wife, do you think I'd trap myself in the middle of nowhere? Okay, okay, I'll be home soon."
I grabbed my clothes and walked away from the hot spring area. Chengxu still hadn't finished his work.
If Wanqing heard the two girls moaning together, and Chengxu was the vice president, I'd be in big trouble when I got home
.
The moonlight was enchanting. Led by the red-clad woman, I left the castle building and got into the black Rolls-Royce provided by the resort outside the estate
, heading home.
The back seat of the luxury car was completely silent, the beautiful Symphony of Fate resonating all around. I turned to look at the towering ancient castle
.
This same entertainment club, with its long history and imported from abroad, catered exclusively to the upper class.
It was truly mysterious, and the price was naturally exorbitant, as evidenced by the luxury cars parked outside.
My membership was actually suggested by Cheng Xu. While the price for female members was extremely low,
the membership fee for men was shockingly high, not much lower than the renowned Chang'an Club.
Even so, wealthy businessmen from home and abroad still flocked to it, only the membership level was far superior to its competitors.
On the way home, I couldn't help but recall the passionate sex I had with the massage girl earlier.
I'm naturally a man with an extremely strong sex drive, capable of going at it three or four times a day.
Before marriage, I often frequented brothels with my closest buddies, Cheng Xu being just one
of them .
This only subsided after marriage, but it wasn't completely eliminated, since Wanqing could never
satisfy me.
However, now, recalling the figure outlined on that screen, I couldn't help but feel a stranger
excitement .
It was just a back view, which made me wonder about the other person's identity. This hazy stimulation seemed to have an even
stronger sense of excitement, making me restless again.
It was late at night when I got home. It was in a villa complex belonging to the Linmao Group, consisting of only twenty-eight villas. My
Rolls-Royce was parked in front of villa number eighteen—my home, Wanqing and I's new house after our marriage.
As a villa with three floors above ground and two basements, a building area of 5,000 square meters, plus
a garden with a swimming pool and tennis court, it was truly enormous. Therefore, servants came to clean it regularly; otherwise, it was always empty
and unpleasant.
I took off my shoes at the door and took the elevator directly to the third floor.
All the lights were off, and the spacious rooms were quiet.
The entrance to the master bedroom was a pair of oak doors, with excellent soundproofing.
Seeing that Wanqing had considerately left it ajar for me, I smiled slightly and entered the study.
Just then, from the silent surroundings, a subtle, unusual
sound reached my ears.
I listened intently, carefully discerning this peculiar sound. As the sound gradually became clearer and more rapid, I
suddenly gasped.
What was going on? The sounds of lovemaking... were coming from my and Wanqing's bedroom. The room was pitch black and
utterly silent, save for the moonlight streaming in through the window.
I stood at the slightly ajar door, not daring to peek in lest I alert them, but instead
listened silently.
The moans were very faint, a little more urgent than before, but not intense.
At the same time, I didn't hear any suspicious sounds of flesh slapping or the bed shaking.
However, the moans were definitely there, faint and not intense, but clearly sounds of pleasure.
Standing outside the door, my heart pounded.
I didn't know what was happening inside. This was clearly different from ordinary lovemaking. While I
was away, and after I had already stated I would be home soon, what was Wanqing doing?
Unable finally peeked into the bedroom.
It was a beautiful sight.
In the dim light, Wanqing's alabaster skin seemed to reflect a holy, shimmering light.
Her full, round breasts stood proudly erect, topped with two alluring rosy nipples. Her abdomen was flat and firm, her
adorable navel captivating, and her snow-white buttocks tight and pert.
Facing the dressing mirror, she raised her left, fair, and rounded leg, placing it on the dressing table. Her other leg was on the ground
, her legs spread wide, clearly reflecting a small, mysterious, and seductive
patch of dark forest .
Next to the dressing table was a coat rack, where her slender, soft feet were bound. Her left wrist and left
ankle were tied together, seemingly firmly and immovably.
A red rope wrapped around her crotch from behind, tightly constricting her anus and genitals.
At this moment, Wanqing's firm, beautiful buttocks were slowly grinding back and forth, the red rope shimmering with a silvery sheen in the moonlight.
She was emitting moans, exactly the same ones I heard outside.
I stared in disbelief at Wanqing's bizarre and insane behavior. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have
imagined that she, usually so cold and aloof, would have a hobby of rope masturbation.
Watching her stand on her right leg, her left leg raised high to the top of the clothes rack, her genitals wide open, rubbing her buttocks against the red rope—
this extremely obscene posture instantly reignited my already aroused penis.
I realized I had inadvertently discovered a huge secret about my wife. What caused her to enjoy this
behavior? When did she start liking this perverse behavior? Why did she
never want me to know about this hobby? I was certain she was a virgin; just two months ago, I witnessed
her blood staining the sheets, and her pained expression was no exaggeration.
However, this behavior had nothing to do with her hymen; it had probably been cultivated long ago.
I stood at the door, continuing to spy, watching Wanqing's snow-white buttocks sway back and forth, rubbing her labia against
the rope .
She wasn't rubbing quickly; she was looking down at her crotch, her expression unreadable.
But from the occasional pauses in her rubbing, and the seemingly inhaling and slightly flaring movements of her shoulders,
this unusual method of masturbation must be giving her a dual experience of pain and stimulation.
Thinking of this wanton and wanton woman before me, my usually dignified CEO wife, the dream girl of
every , my penis became hard and erect, pressing uncontrollably against
my waistband.
After a while, judging from her physical reactions, I sensed she was close to orgasm.
Wanqing kept twisting her body, but her hands and feet were firmly bound to the clothes rack, rendering her
immobile could only accelerate the movement of her genitals, constantly rubbing her labia against the soft red rope.
The intervals between her rubbing became shorter and shorter, and the pain in her moans intensified exponentially.
Suddenly, she bit the rope with her mouth, tilted her head back, and pulled it tight, her hands reaching down to her crotch and kneading rapidly.
In the instant she raised her head, the dim light illuminated her beautiful face, revealing a
complex expression that mingled with pleasure and pain, joy and confusion.
Her two snow-white buttocks swayed back and forth, her slender fingers rapidly moving between her thighs, her pearly white teeth
biting down the red rope, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her head tilted back in despair, her bound hands clenched tightly, and
glistening droplets of water glistening on her snow-white back.
Finally, she tensed all over, arching her back with a soft moan.
She lowered her head, clutching her crotch. The rope fell to the floor, and her naked back trembled slightly, as if
she were still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
Wanqing lay naked, trembling slightly, her ankle and wrist bound
together with rope, forcing her to bend over with her buttocks raised high.
From my position, I could almost clearly see her exposed anus and labia.
This obscene sight aroused me, and I forcefully pushed open the bedroom door.
Wanqing shuddered instantly, her back to me, completely unaware of who had intruded in the darkness. She let out
a loud, terrified scream.
I grabbed her tightly from behind. In the darkness and terror, Wanqing seemed to have completely lost
the ability to discern and think, struggling desperately to break free of my restraints.
However, she had bound her hands and feet with red rope, and no matter how she struggled, it was futile. She could only
scream , one hand frantically clawing backward.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my back, and I could feel the bloodstains from her scratches.
Holding my beloved wife tightly, I suddenly felt a sadistic pleasure. I grabbed her
right hand and held it firmly, while my other hand gripped her hip. My erect penis aimed at her vaginal opening, and with a thrust of my hips,
I rammed it in from behind.
Wanqing immediately let out a scream. She shook her hips violently, trying to shake my brutally inserted
penis out, but I held her groin tightly, my erect penis firmly pressed against her wet, hot
vagina . Following her movements, I began to make small thrusts.
Her screams went from sharp to hoarse, gradually turning into sobs. I felt as if
I were raping her.
I didn't make a sound. Instead, I pulled a pair of my underwear from the coat rack. A glance revealed it was
the product of my previous wet dream.
My penis was painfully hard, yet excruciatingly pleasurable. I forcefully stuffed the underwear into Wanqing's crying mouth
, tightly covering her mouth, forcing her to only let out low whimpers.
At that moment, I held her hand down with one hand and covered her mouth with my underwear with the other,
passionately making love to her from behind.
Gradually, I felt her tight vagina become even wetter, seemingly twitching slightly from time to time
. Her hand, which I was holding down, no longer struggled as desperately as before, and
the cries were no longer sharp and hysterical, but began to sound like moans of rising desire.
Later, more vaginal fluid began to be secreted at an accelerated pace, and with unprecedented pleasure, Wanqing began to
move her hips in response, her snow-white neck flushed red.
Seeing her intoxicated expression, I thrust even harder, her full, firm, and soft breasts
trembling and bouncing in the air, her two tender red nipples standing erect and incredibly cute.
Rolling vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs, and hearing Wanqing's cries completely transformed into pleasure. I
pulled my underwear out of her mouth.
Suddenly, she pulled her hand away from mine, wrapped it around me, and swayed her hips,
seemingly wanting my penis to penetrate even deeper.
Panting and moaning, she cried out, "...You bad guy...you're bullying me
...don't stop...waaaah...how dare you torture me...waaaah...don't stop...make me feel good..."
Since she said that, of course I wouldn't stop.
My penis thrust all the way into the deepest part of her vagina. She obediently bent over, her jade-like buttocks
raised high, one hand and one leg tied to a clothes hanger—a lewd position—as I brutally violated her.
The whimpers and cries from her mouth, along with the increasingly intense moans of pleasure, made me feel as if I
were raping her, forcefully stimulating her pleasure.
I pressed Wanqing's slender waist, caressing her alabaster skin, my hips thrusting against her
firm, .
By the moonlight, I could clearly see her pink anus contracting with pleasure, opening and closing with each thrust
, quite adorable.
I felt as if every pore on my body had been opened, my hips thrusting even more violently, my right hand firmly pressing down on her
waist , my left hand occasionally slapping her snowy buttocks, feeling the pleasurable tightness of her vaginal muscles, until Wanqing groaned repeatedly,
her buttocks quickly covered with red marks.
Watching this cold and beautiful female CEO, the dream girl of all the male employees in the company, being fucked to the point of death
, moaning and groaning, filled me with a sense of conquest, I wanted the whole world to know that I
had conquered this super beauty.
I grabbed her long hair and pulled it back forcefully, lifting Wanqing's head to face the mirror opposite.
At that moment, I felt like a general riding a beautiful steed, galloping across the wilderness like lightning, completely forgetting
all my troubles.
I grabbed her long, black hair with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her slender waist, making her buttocks arch even
higher. I thrust deeper, each penetration reaching the very base of my penis.
The beautiful and sexy female CEO, at this moment, resembled a magnificent mare, obediently galloping beneath me.
Wanqing was also caught in a frenzy, a frenzy she had never experienced before.
She moaned loudly, twisting her tight, pert buttocks, swaying her slender waist, and swinging her full breasts, her long, beautiful legs and
left hand tied to the coat rack beside her.
She was like a female dog imitating a male's urination, fervently seeking pleasure in the spring season.
After about fifteen minutes of continuous thrusting, I felt her vaginal muscles suddenly contract tightly.
At the same time, Wanqing's body shuddered violently, and she let out a long, mournful cry. I knew she
had orgasmed again.
I held her as she leaned down, pressing my penis tightly against the deepest part of her vagina, letting her quietly
experience the orgasmic pleasure brought by this unusual form of sex.
After a long while, I finally stood up. Wanqing was still slumped over the dressing table, her shoulders twitching,
clearly not yet recovered from her orgasm.
Her hands and feet were still bound, so I quickly untied the ropes; they were tied very tightly, and it took me a lot of effort to
loosen them.
I picked her up, and she obediently hugged me as I carried her down onto the bed.
Wanqing wrapped herself in a blanket, leaning against the dark corner of the bed. At that moment, she completely lacked the pride and confidence of the white-collar woman she usually was at the company
; she was just like an ordinary girl.
I moved to sit beside her, and we sat together in the darkness.
After a long silence, then...
"Qin Feng..."
"...Hmm."
She looked at me, her face sorrowful, her cheeks flushed. "Does this make you think I'm lewd
?"
I gently put my arm around her waist. "Wanqing, don't be like this. It was my fault tonight. Did I hurt you just now?
"
Wanqing silently shook her head, then said, "Qin Feng, you must be wondering why I
tied ... to masturbate."
I remained silent for a long time, unable to speak. She continued, "We discovered it the first time we made love
. Your sex drive is outrageously high, while mine is rather low, you could even say I'm frigid. So
for the past two months, I've researched a lot, and then I heard that... having sex with rope... seems to produce a lot of pleasure
, so I wanted to try it..."
I was even more speechless.
"So... what's wrong with you... what's wrong with you..."
She nestled her head completely against my chest. "I also want to... be a good wife. If I
can't even satisfy you in bed, wouldn't that be like a Platonic relationship? We're newlyweds now, that kind of thing...
should be left to grandpa and grandma, right?"
I sighed deeply and hugged her even tighter.
"Silly girl, like you said, we just got married, and you've never been with another man before. It's your first time meeting
a stallion like me, so of course you might have this kind of... sexually frigid... adverse reaction. Well, probably
. I'm not a gynecologist or anything..."
Wanqing looked up and chuckled. "Look at what you're saying.
Isn't it ?"
My penis suddenly twitched and hit her tight lower abdomen.
Wanqing seemed oblivious to what was happening. She leaned gently against me, draping her long legs over my thighs, and
continued , "It just so happens that you've been going out having fun lately, so I thought I'd give it a try this night. But this time
, you usually don't come back until after midnight, but this time you're already so early!"
I smiled wryly, about to say something, when she suddenly looked up, her expression suddenly hardening, which startled me
.
"So, Qin Feng, I know exactly what you've been up to."
Her face was tense, her long legs wrapped around my waist, her expression frosty, her lower abdomen pressing tightly against my hardened
penis. "Tell me, which club did you and Cheng Xu go to tonight? Let me hear the names of a few places,
maybe we can go check them out tomorrow."
My lips twitched, feeling my wife's beautiful legs tighten even more, her lower abdomen pressing even more firmly against my
penis. "Are you referring to the name of the club... or a person's name?"
Wanqing squinted, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Looks like Young Master Qin is interested in asking about other people's names
, huh? Compared to girls who are skilled in sex and passionate, a wife who can only achieve the same level through sadomasochism
must be utterly inferior, right? She must already be a haggard old woman, right? She must be unwanted soon, right?"
I looked down at Wanqing's cold smile and blinked.
"Honey, are you jealous?"
"..."
Accompanied by the familiar roar of "rolling," followed by the sound of me rolling to the ground.

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