【I Love My Adulterous Wife Ya Wen】(30) Author: Harassing Stocking Beauties

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30. Real and Fake Date Rape

Because the Public Security Bureau's Internet Supervision Department purchased a large batch of products, my annual task was basically completed, and the work pressure immediately
eased a lot. I thought I could just coast through the next six months, but then headquarters suddenly notified me that
a , with technical backbones from the three northeastern provinces coming for training, and the deputy general manager from the Shenzhen headquarters personally providing guidance.

I was puzzled. The Heilongjiang branch had just been established, and the staff hadn't been fully recruited yet. Why was I given
such a heavy task all of a sudden? Had the leaders already gone to other places to have fun?

Despite my confusion, I still had to do my job well. The next day, the Liaoning and Jilin branches sent the list of trainees
to the informant (one lecturer; one deputy general manager), plus myself, making a total of
14 people. I immediately booked 12 standard rooms and 1 deluxe suite at the Shangri-La Hotel (for the deputy general manager),
and then booked a small conference room that could accommodate 20 people (I wouldn't stay in a hotel).

Coincidentally, Ya Wen came to the company to see me and, upon learning about this training, insisted that I sign her up as well.

I was reluctant and said to her, "This is a formal training I organized. Even the vice president is attending.
You could lose your job if things go wrong! Besides, you don't understand the technology, what are you going to do?"

Ya Wen pouted and said, "So what if I don't understand? That's why I need to learn. Besides, it's such a high-class hotel,
might as well stay."

After arguing for a while, she still wouldn't agree. Unable to persuade her otherwise, I had to lay down three rules for her: "Attending the training
is fine, but first, you can't wear a skirt to class."

Ya Wen nodded and said, "I understand."

"Second, you can't interact with other colleagues, lest you give yourself away if we discuss technical issues."

Ya Wen said, "Okay, okay, I'll sit in the last row and won't talk to anyone."

I continued, "As for your identity, just say you're the head of the Qiqihar office, which is currently under construction."

Ya Wen clapped her hands happily when she saw that her goal had finally been achieved.

A week later, the technical training course was held as scheduled in the conference room on the second floor of the Shangri-La Hotel. Ya Wen kept
her promise and wore white pants, a short-sleeved pink top, and ordinary black high heels,
sitting in the last row (the fifth row). Because Ya-Wen was the only girl in the class, the other boys would occasionally glance back at
her. I was sitting in the fourth row, slightly in front of Ya-Wen. I found an opportunity to turn around and take a closer look at Ya-Wen's pants.
I was immediately furious, regretting that I had been too busy that morning to "check" Ya-Wen's pants: they
were cream-silk capri pants. Cream-silk was white and semi-transparent, almost like stockings, and the area above the knee was
tight , basically pantyhose. If her top didn't cover her buttocks, it would be easy to see the shape of her underwear. The area below the knee
was loose, because they were capri pants, only covering the middle of her calves. Looking closer at Ya-Wen's exposed calves,
from the instep to the middle of her calves, they were covered with flesh-colored stockings. It was obvious that she was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose underneath! Holy crap,
she might as well wear a skirt. This was just too damn alluring.

I was sweating bullets when I saw this, and immediately sent Ya-Wen a text message: "You slut, why are you wearing such sexy
pants!" Ya-Wen saw my message, secretly smiled, and replied: "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing !" "Nothing! My colleagues are all wondering where I found this slut. They'll ask me what to say!" "Just
tell the truth. Your wife is so sexy, you should be more proud." "Pah. Hurry back to your room during break
, don't let them see your semi-transparent pants." "Don't worry, honey, I'm wearing
a long top today. Nobody can see. Hehe." I really can't do anything with my slutty wife. What can I do? I'm the cuckolded husband,
a perfect match. After thinking for a moment, I continued to text: "Wife, are you craving to be fucked lately?
I'll torture you to death at the hotel tonight! Just you wait." Ya-wen deliberately said: "Wait for what? Wait for who? Heh." I was speechless with anger
at Ya-wen . Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: That's right, tonight I'll do a role-playing game with Ya-wen.
We'll have dinner together at the hotel first, then I'll pretend to get Ya-wen drunk, carry her to her room, and fuck her hard. How exciting! Thinking of this,
I sent the plan to Ya Wen.

After reading my message, Ya Wen said, "I'll take pity on you then, I approve!"

Ya Wen behaved herself well during the next day of training. However, a young man named
Xiao Song tried to chat with Ya Wen several times during breaks. Ya Wen exchanged a few words with him, but didn't delve into anything deeper. Xiao Song
kept staring at Ya Wen's stockinged legs, making her very embarrassed.

Finally, at 4:30, class ended, and the other colleagues immediately went to Central Street to play. I quietly
went to the restaurant on the east side of the first floor and found a corner to sit down. When Ya Wen, who had finished "tidying up" in her room
, appeared before me, my jaw almost dropped: her milk-silk pants had been replaced with a skirt, but it was a black,
super-short, puffy skirt. It originally only reached her upper thighs, and with the puffing up, you can imagine what it was like! She was still wearing flesh-colored pantyhose,
but from the crotch, you could vaguely see that they were actually open-crotch pantyhose! She wasn't wearing the black high heels she'd been wearing before; instead, she was wearing
transparent high-heeled sandals, completely exposing her silk-stockinged feet. Her long coat was gone, leaving only
a white low-cut tank top underneath, almost spilling out of her breasts.

I closed my chin and asked, "Were people staring at you on the street? Was it dangerous?"

Ya-wen smiled slightly and said, "You naughty husband, isn't that exactly what you wanted!"

I couldn't resist, reaching under the table to grab Ya-wen's outstretched foot and vigorously stroking it.

After the food was served, I asked Ya-wen, "Wife, you know what? You look like a prostitute."

Ya-wen didn't seem unhappy at all, still smiling as she asked, "Honey,
how about we ?"

I was a little surprised and said, "Try what? I don't want you to look like that."

Ya-wen handed me her other silk-stockinged foot and said, "Tch, scared now, cuckolded husband."

I was speechless for a moment, lowering my head to admire those beautiful silk-stockinged feet.

Just then, a couple entered the room. They were around 20 years old. The woman was pretty but didn't seem to know how
to dress ; she was dressed very simply. The man saw Ya-wen and stared intently at the stockinged feet in my hand for a long time. His girlfriend seemed a little
angry, and I vaguely heard her mutter, "That's a prostitute!"

Ya-wen seemed to have heard that too and said to me, "I just saw this couple when I came out of the room. The boy
kept staring at my legs, and the girl pinched his arm several times."

I whispered, "Don't ruin their relationship."

"Who's influencing this! I bet they'll break up sooner or later."

Next, I deliberately poured Ya Wen red wine while we ate. After a few glasses, Ya Wen pretended to be drunk and slumped
onto the table. As planned, I picked up Ya Wen's small handbag (containing her phone and room key for room 202),
then lifted her by the back of her legs with one hand and held her in my arms with the other (Ya Wen weighs 5-6
kilograms, not light). Then I turned and walked out of the lobby.

The couple from before were staring at me, completely dumbfounded. Because Ya Wen's short skirt couldn't cover anything at this point,
the boy must have seen Ya Wen's open-crotch pantyhose, haha, he's probably drooling! A moment later, I vaguely heard the
girl behind me cursing things like "bitch" and "whore."

Reaching the stairwell, looking at the beautiful Ya Wen in my arms, my left hand stroking her sexy silk-stockinged legs, I felt like I
was actually raping a silk-stockinged beauty. My sexual desire was instantly aroused, and my penis was throbbing. I rushed
through the room, itching to get to room 202 and take Ya-wen right there

and then. What should have been a half-minute walk felt like an eternity; I hadn't even reached the second floor yet. To
make matters worse, just as I reached the corner of the stairs, Ya-wen's two high-heeled sandals fell to the ground with a "thud."
Just as I was figuring out how to pick them up, a hand reached out and picked up Ya-wen's
high heels . I turned around and was immediately startled—it was Xiao Song from the training class!

Xiao Song noticed my panic, looked closely at my chest, chuckled, and said, "Director Wang, you've already won over the class beauty
so quickly! Impressive!"

Not wanting to make things worse or cause misunderstandings, I quickly explained, "No, no. I
just treated Chen Ya-wen to dinner, but she got drunk after a few drinks."

"Don't pretend, Director," Xiao Song patted the bulge in my crotch, saying, "Such a good thing,
bring your little brother along!"

Although I had no intention of sharing Ya-wen at that moment, I was worried about what would happen if other students returned and saw, so I said,
"Quickly help me get Ya-wen to room 202."

Without a word, Xiao Song placed his two high-heeled sandals in his left hand and grasped Ya-wen's silk-clad leg with his right, pretending to help me.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to comply and continued up the stairs, hoping to get into room 202 as soon as possible.

But just as I reached the second floor, two more people came up behind me. I turned around and saw it was the couple. Xiao Song quickly
stepped aside , standing behind me to make way, while his right hand roamed up and down Ya Wen's stockinged legs.
Seeing this, the woman walked past us angrily. The man walked slowly, his eyes showing surprise, as if
asking: "What's the relationship between the three of you?" As he passed Ya Wen, his hand lightly stroked the instep of her foot.
Xiao Song seeing his action, gave him a wink, meaning: "Come on, all of you?" The man's face flushed instantly.
He walked even slower, his hand lingering on Ya Wen's stockinged foot for several seconds.

At this point, the woman waiting impatiently called out, "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

The man seemed to snap out of his daze and quickly went to the door of room 201. He took out his key card to open the door, but
it wouldn't open after several swipes. Only when Ya Wen and I stood at the door of room 202 did he open it,
glancing in our direction as he entered. I chuckled at him, and the young man blushed even more, stopping in his tracks at the doorway. But the woman
pulled him into the room and slammed the door shut.

Then, the three of us opened the door and entered room 202. I casually placed Ya-Wen on the bed and turned to Xiao Song,
saying, "Let's hurry up and go."

Xiao Song looked surprised and said, "No way, Director. Are you even a man? Such a good opportunity and you're not going to take advantage of it?"

I pretended to be honest, but my tone was slightly threatening as I said, "Of course I want to. But what if she wakes up or
finds out and reports it to the police? We'll all be finished!"

Xiao Song said nonchalantly, "Director, that's easy. Leave it to me." As he spoke, he pulled a small bottle
of liquid from his pocket and told me, "Give this to this slut. I guarantee she'll not only cooperate tonight, but she won't remember
anything that happened tomorrow."

I looked at it and knew I was in trouble, but I couldn't find a way to back down, so I just went along with him and said, "What kind of medicine is this?
How do I take it?"

"Never mind what kind of medicine it is. It's quite expensive. Just give this bottle to the Director. Put two drops in your drink each time, and
it will take effect in two minutes!"

"Okay, thanks, brother." I took the liquid and then picked up a glass of water from the table, pretending to put some in.

Xiao Song, of course, had no idea that this woman in stockings was my wife. He assumed I was drugging and raping her, just like him.
So, ignoring me, he pounced on Ya Wen's right stocking leg and started kissing it. I pretended to drip some
medicine , then helped Ya Wen up, held the glass to her lips, and let her take a sip. Then I said to Xiao Song, "Now
I'm relieved!"

Xiao Song looked up and said to me, "This slut is really something. Her stockinged legs are straight, thin, and smooth, and she's wearing open-
crotch pantyhose. Her husband must never satisfy her! And it's a threesome with this slut. We really hit the jackpot."

As I agreed, I lifted Ya Wen's miniskirt to her waist, and seeing the black
thong , I couldn't resist any longer. I quickly pulled down my pants, revealing my bright red penis standing erect in the air.

Seeing my reaction, Xiao Song stood up and chuckled, "Director, you've finally shown your true colors. Want to go first?"

At that moment, my thoughts were incredibly conflicted. On one hand, Ya Wen's sex appeal was definitely igniting me; on the other hand, having
such beautiful wife in stockings taken advantage of by a colleague was even more damn exciting! I didn't care anymore. I knelt
in the middle of the bed, grabbed Ya Wen's legs, pulled down her thong, and thrust my huge cock all the way in with each stroke. Ya Wen
clearly frowned.

After a dozen or so thrusts, I was about to lose control. But suddenly, I heard the sound of a camera clicking behind me. I
turned around in confusion and asked Xiao Song what he was doing.

Xiao Song grinned lewdly and said, "Drugging up a female colleague in stockings, such a wonderful thing, I need to keep a memento."

I thought to myself: Damn it, taking pictures, he really treats Ya Wen like a prostitute. He said aloud, "Yeah,
send it to . By the way, to prove it was date rape, you should have taken pictures when you went upstairs."

"Of course I did, Director."

"When did you take them? I didn't see them."

"I took several pictures of you behind you when you were going up the stairs!"

Damn it! I cursed inwardly. But I felt like I was being taken advantage of. So, I pulled my big cock out of Ya Wen's pussy with a "
plop " and said to Xiao Song, "You continue to take turns with this slut. I'll take a few pictures to remember the occasion!"

"Okay! Director." As he spoke, Xiao Song took off his pants, and I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye: Damn, a donkey's cock, it was...
Seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, several times thicker than mine. Could Ya Wen handle it?!

Xiao Song climbed on top of Ya Wen, raised one of her legs high with his right hand, aimed his penis at her vagina, and with a "plop,"
inserted it more than halfway in. But even halfway in, Ya Wen cried out in pain and opened her eyes. I
was startled, afraid that Ya Wen would be exposed, and also cried out "Hey!"

Xiao Song thought I was afraid that Ya Wen would wake up, looked back at me, and said, "Director, don't worry,
even if she's awake now, she's sleepwalking, and she'll be more cooperative when she's awake!"

Ya Wen indeed pretended to be half asleep and woke up, crying out "Ah, ah," and I was relieved.

I was about to take a picture with my phone, but when I looked down at Ya Wen's beautiful feet in stockings swaying in the air: her toes were thin and
long, her feet formed a perfect arch, and the skin on the soles of her feet was soft and delicate, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. Combined with
the lewd atmosphere in the room, I felt that Ya Wen's stockinged feet were the sexiest thing in the world at that moment! So I immediately
grabbed her stockinged ankle, pressed my hot glans against the sole of her stockinged foot, and rubbed it back and forth vigorously.

I was already close to ejaculating when I was fucking Ya Wen, and now, with
that rub of her stockinged foot, a few seconds later, my semen shot out onto Ya Wen's foot in spurts. After resting for half a minute, I picked up my phone and started snapping pictures of Ya Wen on the bed
, including some close-ups of Xiao Song's huge penis. I even recorded a few video clips, feeling incredibly
relieved ! While I was replaying the video, I suddenly noticed a shadow moving near the door. I went over to look
and cursed inwardly, "That idiot Xiao Song, the door wasn't closed properly!" I quickly closed the door. Turning back, I asked, "
Why wasn't the door closed properly?"

Xiao Song, looking nonchalant, said while fucking Ya Wen, "At most, that boy was peeking. We can just let
him in and join us!"

I was annoyed, but I thought I saw someone outside, so I opened the door a crack and quickly peeked out
, but I didn't see anyone.

I locked the door and then filmed with my phone: At this moment, Xiao Song was making his final thrusts, his huge penis
several sizes
than before. Each thrust was with all his might, the "slap slap" sounds of the impact were very loud. One hand supported his body, the other was at his side, forcefully massaging Ya Wen's stockinged thighs, calves, and beautiful feet. Ya Wen's head was tilted back slightly,
probably in excruciating pain; her eyebrows were furrowed, her legs were spread wide to allow his penis
to enter and exit , reducing friction and pain. Both her toes were pointed straight, her face contorted; it was hard to tell whether she was experiencing
the pleasure of orgasm or the agony of pain.

Xiao Song thrust for a full five minutes before finally ejaculating into my wife's uterus. After Xiao Song
pulled his penis out, I quickly said, "Let's pack up and leave." Then I covered Ya Wen's crotch with her skirt
, picked up a sheet to wipe the semen from the soles of Ya Wen's feet, and gestured for Xiao Song to come out with me.

Xiao Song said with a satisfied look, "Director, you're obviously a newbie. Leave the cleanup to me.
" He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, twisted them into a cylinder, and slowly inserted them into Ya Wen's vagina, then slowly pulled them
out, repeating this several times. He then took out a few more tissues, twisted them into a cylinder, and repeated the process. Finally, seeing that
there was no more , he straightened the thin string at the crotch of Ya Wen's thong, pulled her skirt down to cover
her thighs, and adjusted the straps of her tank top. He stood up and
grinned , "Director, gained some experience!"

"Damn," I cursed inwardly, "I wonder how many women this pervert has ruined!"

After leaving room 202 with Xiao Song, Xiao Song returned to his room 309 (everyone else was on the 3rd or 4th floor).
I pretended to go downstairs and then back to Ya Wen's room. But just as I reached the lobby, I ran into the company's vice president returning.
I had no choice but to awkwardly exchange pleasantries with him for over ten minutes.

After the vice president went upstairs, I rushed back to the door of room 202, grabbed the key card (I had two
, the other was with me), and opened the door.

I was shocked. When I left, Ya-wen's clothes were all neatly arranged. But now,
Ya-wen was wearing an eye mask, her miniskirt was rolled up messily at her waist, her tank top was wrinkled, and
her black thong was gone. Semen was gushing from her swollen vulva.

I removed the eye mask and hurriedly asked what had happened.

Ya-wen looked tired and angrily said, "What are you pretending for! It was all a show you arranged.
I would n't have agreed if I hadn't pitied you!"

"A show!" I panicked. "What show? I was just about to come up after seeing Xiao Song off, but I ran into
the vice president and we chatted for ages!"

"Ah!" Ya-wen was also speechless with surprise.

"Who was it? Tell me!" I was about to cry.

To my surprise, Ya-wen calmed down, thought for a moment, and then smiled and said to me, "Honey, guess?"

At that moment, I was frantic with worry—who could it be! Looking at the bedside table, I discovered that the bottle of date rape drug Xiao-Song had given me
was also gone…

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