【Sea of Fire】(Completed) Author: lvjian7308

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"Why?"

"You've been so tired these days, let's go out and relax." I grabbed her full breasts from behind
and squeezed them hard.

"You're not up to something again, are you?" My wife twisted her body to break free from my grasp while putting the vegetables
into the wok.

"Don't you like my little tricks?" I simply slipped my hand into her pajama bottoms from behind, rubbing that
alluring crevice.

"Go away, the kids will see, you crazy man." My wife panted as she pulled my hand out and twisted her waist
to cook.

Planning

for the weekend, after dinner, I urged my wife to change her clothes.

"What should I wear?" my wife said coquettishly.

I quickly picked out a few clothes that I had planned in advance from the closet and urged her to change.

"The neckline is so low, I can only wear it at home. Also, this dress is too see-through." My wife made her last
resistance .

"Please, didn't we agree to relax a bit? Dressing like this at a bar will make us look ridiculous."

"Going to a bar? That's expensive!" my wife complained, grabbing a few clothes and putting them on.

"I'll treat you, okay? I'm going to bleed today."

"No way, this outfit is too revealing, how can I go out like this?"

Following the voice, I looked at my wife in the mirror, and my nose almost bleeded. The result was even more wonderful than I imagined
. The

Lycra bra perfectly held her full breasts together, making her cleavage as deep as the Grand Canyon. The two lace ruffles on the front of the silk top made her breasts appear even higher, and the deep neckline left almost half of her breasts exposed, as if they might jump into . The sleeveless design was the perfect finishing touch, and her shaved arms further accentuated her mature charm. My wife wore a white, diagonally cut long skirt that barely reached her knees. The soft, flowing fabric perfectly concealed her slightly protruding belly. I spent a long time searching for this skirt online. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but its secret was only revealed under strong sunlight or lamplight, where it was almost translucent . I could almost imagine the looks of rage on other people's faces when they saw my wife's little thong. "No problem, I just want to see them watching anxiously." I grabbed a light trench coat and draped it over her shoulders, giving her a deep kiss on the lips. "Get lost." Two red clouds rose on my wife's cheeks as she casually slipped on her gold open-toed sandals . "Wife, you look so charming tonight." I breathed into her ear, lifting one of her legs onto mine and gently stroking it. "You're so shameless, someone might see us." My wife pulled at the hem of her skirt, which was now flared open, to block the view from the rearview mirror, while gesturing towards the driver's seat. The thought of the astonished look in the taxi driver's eyes when he saw the alluring view beneath my wife's trench coat made my penis rock hard. I kissed her lips deeply. At first, she tried to struggle free from my arms , but she quickly surrendered to my fiery sucking, letting her legs spread wide, allowing the taxi driver in front to watch me caress her vulva through her thin thong, letting her own juices gradually wet my fingers. "Hmm, cough! Sir, we've arrived at the bar street." "Oh!" I pulled my panting wife and plunged into the brightly lit, bustling street, completely ignoring the surprised look behind us. We went to "Dust Road," a semi-slow-paced bar, the kind that plays slow music interspersed with slightly faster dance music . The postmodern industrial decor made the men and women inside seem incredibly passionate. I pulled my wife to the bar, ordered her a fiery red lipstick, and I got a passionate martini. My wife had never been to a place like this before, and she was curious about everything, looking around with a reserved air. I, on the other hand , sipped my drink while observing the men and women on the dance floor. There weren't many people today; under the dim lighting, only a dozen or so couples were slowly swaying together. There were two other groups on the sofas nearby . One group consisted of a couple in their thirties whispering in a corner; the other group was three or four young men drinking beer, their handsome faces already flushed red from the alcohol, yet still desperately trying to maintain their masculine dignity. "Miss, you don't come here often, do you?" The bartender's question drew me back to my wife. "First time." It turned out the bartender had noticed me leaving my wife out and had come to chat her up. "I knew it. You look unfamiliar. If you like our environment, come over here. To be honest, a lot of people with connections come here." 'Damn it, this guy thinks my wife is a prostitute.' I was both annoyed and amused, and was about to lash out when I noticed my wife's beautiful breasts pressed against the bar counter, bursting with allure. I understood the bartender's misunderstanding. The high bar stool stretched her legs long, only her toes touching the ground gracefully, yet her skirt clung tightly to her round buttocks. My wife's upper body unconsciously straightened, leaning against the bar counter, her curly hair cascading down her rosy cheeks, exuding the charm of a mature woman. "Let's go over there!" I pointed to a set of sofas in the corner, where it was almost completely dark. As Chu Yin led my wife across the dance floor, I noticed several gazes lingering on her. "Wife, you're so beautiful." I pulled her deeper into the sofa. "Get lost, you're so old." "Mature women are the most attractive." I teased, pulling my wife's hand. "You're all talk." My wife rested her head on my shoulder. "You're the most beautiful one in my heart." "Mmm." "These days you've been juggling work and home so much, I haven't been able to help you much, you've worked so hard." The woman was clearly moved, she pulled my head close and pressed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her deeply, gently stroking her legs, slowly letting her skirt slide down to her waist, revealing half of her full buttocks in the flashing spotlight. "No." My wife struggled to sit up and straighten her clothes, but I pressed her down onto the back of the sofa.

"Wife, I want it." I gazed into her eyes, seeing hesitation and desire.

"I love seeing the eager look on other people's faces when they look at you, really, it's so exciting, feel it." I pressed my
wife 's hand between my legs, and she couldn't help but rub it.

"Nobody knows us here, let's just have some fun, I'll love you properly when we get home." My wife closed
her eyes , her tense body suddenly going limp in my arms, her breathing becoming rapid.

I unbuttoned my pants, and her hand snaked inside, grasping my penis like a
lifeline . I sucked hard on her tongue, kneading half of her buttocks. My wife's desire
was quickly aroused, she thrust her chest forward, panting as she responded to my deep kiss.

I secretly glanced at the surrounding crowd; many people's eyes had already turned this way, especially those
young lads , who had stopped drinking and were now stealing glances in our direction, whispering and laughing.

"Let's do something even more exciting." My penis felt like it was about to explode from my wife's rubbing, and the burning desire
made me bolder.

While enjoying the woman's fragrant tongue, I spread her legs wide apart. Even though we were in the darkest corner of
the bar , such a sensual scene would attract countless eyes ignited by alcohol and lust.

I pulled her thin thong down to a thin line, deeply embedding it into her sweet vulva. Her light brown labia
stretched freely to both sides, like a sinful lily blooming in the night. My wife had never
exposed her genitals in such a public place before. Her hysterical indulgence was wrapped in intense shame, making her lower body tremble slightly.
Soon, a glistening drop of vaginal fluid hung from the lower end of her vulva, as beautiful as morning dew.

I suppressed the urge to insert my fingers deeply, knowing how much her empty vulva wanted to be firmly
filled. To allow my wife to accept the game more freely, I needed to slow down the pace at the right time. "

Come

on, let's go dance for a bit." My drunken wife was dragged onto the dance floor by me, and she could only lean on my shoulder as the
slow music played. I simply stroked her waist,
slowly circling around with the dazed figures around us.

After a while, I began to lightly kiss the sensitive area behind her ears, then kissed my
way , finally biting her earlobe and gently sucking on it. My wife, her desire pent up and unfulfilled, was
aroused by my teasing, and she closed her eyes, lifting her head to find my lips, her lower body pressing hard against my penis
, seeking the pleasure of touch.

I kissed her deeply, my hands sliding down to her full buttocks, gently caressing them. The kisses grew more passionate,
the caresses more forceful, and the woman enjoyed the burning desire transmitted by the man's hands on her buttocks.

I pushed my wife slowly towards the back of the bar, idly pacing around near our seats.

There were hardly any other drinkers around, except for a few young men at the next table who
kept glancing at us while drinking beer.

"I want to fuck you," a lustful whisper made the woman even more aroused. She wrapped her arms around my neck,
sucking on my tongue as if swallowing my penis.

I lifted her long skirt from behind, her white buttocks
trembling . I eagerly enjoyed the sensation of her soft flesh deforming and unfolding in my hands
—a silent release of my inner desire. My wife was so engrossed in our passionate kiss that she was completely unaware that her genitals were
so brazenly exposed.

Suddenly, I noticed one of the four boys gesturing at me. The dim light made it difficult for us to see each other clearly, even though we were so
close . I slowly pulled my wife closer to them and
saw that the boy was pointing at her buttocks, giving her a thumbs-up. A surge of heat rushed from my
head to my hard penis, almost making me ejaculate. Exposing my woman's genitals so closely
to strange men, something we'd never done before, was incredibly stimulating.

I smiled at them, raising my right hand in a neat "V" sign.

"Who are you greeting?"

"Those students, they think your ass is pretty."

"Ah!" My wife realized her skirt was being exposed by the men behind her, and frantically
tried to break free from my arms, pulling her skirt down.

"No, it won't hurt if you see." I grabbed my wife's hands and placed them on my lower back, then cupped
her buttocks and pulled her closer, my hard penis pressing against her soft abdomen, expressing
my undeniable desire.

"You're crazy," my wife whispered, her head resting against my chest, eyes closed, a tear sliding down her
fluttering eyelashes.

"It's just a game, isn't it?" I gently sucked away the tear, found her burning lips, and
stubbornly pushed my tongue inside. My wife struggled slightly for a few moments, then quickly began to respond to my kiss, our tongues
swirling and intertwining in each other's mouths, as if she had already let go of the
traditional thoughts and restraints she had held onto for so long.

I slowly turned my wife towards the group of young men, almost standing right in front of them. Behind me
were other dancers, their view obstructed, completely unaware of what was happening.

I continued to show them my wife's beautiful buttocks, and they got a clearer view of the woman's smooth lower body.
All four of them gave us thumbs up, which further fueled the fire in my heart. I simply
slipped both hands under my wife's thong, one hand rubbing her anus, the middle finger of the other smoothly sliding into
her already wet vagina, slowly thrusting in and out.

The woman let out a soft moan, trembling slightly, almost collapsing onto me. My wife's tight
thong had already been pushed to one side, her full buttocks, thick labia, and dripping wet vulva completely
exposed to the four pairs of eyes opposite her, eyes practically spitting fire.

While slowly inserting my fingers into my wife's vagina, I pointed to the woman's buttocks
and made a stroking motion. The four men looked at each other, unable to believe their eyes. So I
repeated the gesture, and this time they confirmed my intention and began to eagerly try.

"Wife, they want to touch you."

"Huh?" The woman didn't understand.

"They want to touch your butt."

"Get lost, no way!" my wife refused, panting softly.

"Just pretend you don't know, nothing will happen." I quickly moved my fingers in and out of her vagina a couple of times, and
my wife immediately fell silent.

I pointed to one of them and beckoned. He quickly stood next to us, hesitantly
placing his hand on my wife's bare buttocks. Seeing that the woman didn't resist, he began to knead her vigorously.

My wife's body trembled slightly in my arms, becoming somewhat stiff, burying her head deeply in my chest.
Her warm breath, through the thin shirt, tickled my chest. I quickened my finger
movements, and the woman's buttocks arched outwards, moaning softly, as if responding to the boys' caresses.

"First one," I whispered in my wife's ear, and immediately, a stream of warm juice
slid .

"Second one."

"Third one."

"Fourth one."

Under my direction, the four boys took turns caressing my wife's buttocks, one of them even pressing his finger against her
anus. Each time I whispered the next number into my wife's ear, her moans grew more rapid, and her wet, hot
vagina involuntarily clenched around my fingers.

Finally, the elegant music ended with the boys' gestures of thanks. Then,
a slipped my hands under the edge of her thong from her waist and pulled it down,
as if lifting her skirt. But the small thong slid down her thighs and onto the floor.

My wife stared at me in surprise, somewhat bewildered, unsure whether to pick it up and put it on or pretend she didn't notice.

"Never mind, someone will pick it up," I said, pulling my wife back to our seats. Looking back, we saw four boys
engrossed playing with something. I

gestured

towards the bar: "B52 and Lamborghini."

A moment later, two cocktails, gleaming with dazzling flames, were placed on our table.

"So beautiful!" my wife exclaimed, leaning against me.

"None of them are as beautiful as you tonight." I gently kissed her hair while stroking her bare
shoulders.

"You're such a pervert." My wife pouted and looked at the young men. "Those panties were so expensive."

"Silly girl, it's worth it for the handsome guys to take them!"

"Get lost." The woman pinched my thigh.

"Wife, I love you."

"I know." My wife downed the bright red drink in one gulp, curled up on her side on the sofa,
her head resting on my penis.

I lifted her skirt from behind, her large buttocks glistening with an alluring sheen, her thick labia tightly
pressed between her thighs, moist like flower buds in the morning dew.

"Do you know those guys?"

"No." I pressed my fingers hard against her anus, each time slipping out as soon as it went in
.

"This wasn't your plan, was it?"

"No, I just wanted us to relax today, you've been under so much pressure these past few days." My fingers
were already inside her honeyed slit, slowly moving in and out.

"Honey, I've been wanting to ask you, are you happy like this?"

"I don't know." My wife twisted her body slightly, making it easier for my fingers to slide in and out.

"Think carefully before you answer me. I want to hear the truth."

"I can't say for sure. It just feels like the past year has been a dream. You've dug out the worst side of me
. Hmm... be gentle."

"Silly boy, this isn't bad, it's instinct. It's something everyone needs, but we
bind ourselves with morality. We can't always show our rational side. Being a little naughty sometimes makes things much easier.
Isn't it?"

"Hmm. But you're not just a little naughty, you're a big pervert." My wife said coquettishly, rubbing my
penis . Because of the dining table, no one could see her little actions.

"And you, are you a slut or a whore?" I dipped my finger in her nectar and slowly pushed it into her anus
.

"That's me, isn't that what you like?"

"I just like having other men fuck you. I was your first man before, and I'll find you
lots lots of men in the future. I love you, this is my compensation for the years!"

"You're so good at talking."

"Don't you like it? You just haven't dared to face it. I'm the one who made you
release . When we were dating, I knew that although you seemed traditional on the surface, you were lewd inside, you just
didn't have the spark to ignite it." I started thrusting into her anus and vagina at the same time, just shallowly, to leave her
"unsatisfied."

"Am I really that kind of woman?" The woman simply took out my penis and squeezed it in her hand.

"Want to eat it?"

"Yes." My wife started rubbing my penis with the tip of her tongue.

"That's right, just say it if you want it, there's nothing shameful about having sex."

"But you're making me do it with so many men." My wife sucked harder and harder.

"What's wrong with trying different things? Weren't you happy when your manager was having sex with you on his desk?"

"Yes. But I was so scared. I was afraid someone would come in, afraid someone would find out, afraid he would look down on me
. After that, I didn't dare to look up during meetings."

"Was it more enjoyable than having sex with me?" My penis was already throbbing with desire.

"No, it was just so exciting. I just didn't expect someone who's usually so proper would..."

"Would what, seduce you?" I asked. My wife had already swallowed the entire head of my penis, gently
rubbing the urethral opening.

"Mmm."

"Silly girl, all men are the same."

"He's sixty."

"What, doesn't he make you feel good?" "

Actually, he's always pretty short, but I'm always excited. It's probably because it's in the office.
I want to moan but I don't dare."

"Yeah, I told you office sex was exciting, and you scolded me."

"Mmm."

"How do you feel now?"

"Not bad. If he didn't let me go one noon, I'd really be a little..."

"Slut." I couldn't help but insert my finger deep into her anus.

"Didn't you tell me to say it?" My wife kicked her legs, her long skirt slipping down to her buttocks, her white
legs gleaming in the dim light. The four boys not far away clearly guessed our actions and rushed towards us.
She excitedly raised the bottle.

"Besides, sometimes it's really tiring. I just finished with him at noon that day, and then the secretary made me go after work.
He kept me occupied for over two hours, and my legs were weak when I got home."

"Oh, I've never heard you mention that before?"

"There's a lot more you haven't heard of!" My wife gently licked my scrotum, the warm feeling making me feel very
comfortable.

"What else are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing." My wife grabbed my penis and quickly moved it in her mouth.

"Tell me the truth, I want to hear it." I rubbed her clitoris.

"Hmm...hmm, last time I was on a business trip, the secretary and the chairman fucked me all night, and as a result, it's a little swollen."

"Ah!" A gush of hot semen spurted from my penis. My wife tried to pull away, but I held her head down and
ejaculated deeply into her throat, the white fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Swallow it." I pressed her head down hard.

"Ugh...ugh..." The woman struggled softly, but quickly surrendered,
sucking my penis clean from top to bottom until it glistened.

She lifted herself up and pressed her lips to mine: "I'm not coming anymore, I haven't had my fun yet!"

"Get up, you'll have your fun later." I pushed her away and stuffed my penis back into my pants.

An invitation:

"Big brother, can you ask your wife to dance?" The boys finally couldn't hold back any longer and sent out their most handsome
representative . The boy was handsome, with slightly curly hair, not very tall, wearing a white shirt and light blue
jeans, looking very energetic.

My wife gave me a questioning look. Leslie Cheung had always been her idol since her student days, and I had even
joked about it with her before.

I nodded, and the boy pulled my wife's hand, plunging her into the dance floor.

"Big brother, your wife is hot." Two other boys sat down next to me at some point.

I smiled. "What would you like to drink? It's on me."

"You seem like a generous guy, brother. We'd like to thank you for taking care of us earlier." One of them was very
capable, with sharp features that gave him a heroic air. His sapphire blue t-shirt accentuated his chest muscles.

"It's a win-win situation, don't be shy." I patted their shoulders. "Where are you students?"

"Tianjin University, seniors."

"Almost graduating, right?"

"Yes. We're all in the student council, just got together." This time, the one who spoke up was wearing
Adidas , his strong arms clearly the result of long-term exercise.

"Brother, are you still playing later?" "Blue T-shirt" tried to appear calm, but couldn't hide
the eagerness in his eyes.

"We'll see, we just want some excitement." I lit a cigarette and tossed out a puff of smoke.

"We want some excitement too." "Adidas" was a little impatient, and was bumped by "Blue T-shirt."

"Haha, just say what you want." I looked directly at them.

"Here's the thing, we'd like to book a private room and invite you and your wife to sing some songs together."

"Hmm, I don't know if your wife would be willing, I need to hear her opinion."

"I think she'll agree. Actually, the main thing is that you don't mind, brother." The man in the blue t-shirt
gestured towards the dance floor, emphasizing the word "mind."

I then noticed that, without my noticing, the figures around my wife had multiplied,
sandwiching her tightly between them. The woman's eyes were closed, her long, curly hair swaying to the powerful rhythm, her
ripe breasts heaving violently, as if they might burst out of her wide neckline at any moment. Her white dress became transparent under
the bright spotlights, and as the three of them moved, her deep cleavage and thick pubic hair were clearly visible.

The boy in front of my wife was holding her swaying waist, their lower abdomens pressed tightly
together . The boy behind her had already lifted her skirt slightly, caressing her thighs, and, in rhythm with the music,
he was digging his penis deep into her buttocks beneath her skirt, twisting wildly.

Imagining my wife's bare buttocks being molested by other men, my penis, which had just been released,
became erect again.

"You guys go first, I'll ask her."

"Thank you, big brother." "Adida" jumped up excitedly.

"Wait, let's make it clear first, we can't force her if she doesn't want to."

"Don't worry, big brother, we're all students, we'll need your guidance later." "Blue T-shirt
" responded politely.

"Okay."

"We're going first, second floor, 'Sea of Fire'."

At this moment, the music changed to a slow rock, and my wife emerged from the dimly lit dance floor, leaning against
the sofa , breathing heavily, her high breasts rising and falling like waves after a storm.

"Tired?"

"A little dizzy." The volga in B52 was slowly exerting its power.

"Excited, aren't you?" I teased. "Those two boys were pretty handsome."

"Not as handsome as you, and not as bad as you." My wife jumped up and pinched my nose.

"Not as bad as me? You're about to be pierced by them!"

"Jealous, aren't you!"

"Jealous? Feel it, is it hard?" I pulled my wife's hand.

"I want...husband." The woman said coquettishly.

"Then let's go."

"Where to?"

"Where do you think?" I teased her on purpose.

My wife subconsciously glanced to the side, where the seats were already empty.

"Haven't you danced enough?"

"Get lost, I just wanted to dance a little longer." My wife hid the disappointment in her eyes.

"Let's go upstairs."

"What's up there?"

"Let's find a private room and dance properly."

"It's expensive, let's go home!"

"It's okay." I pulled her along, across the dimly lit dance floor, towards the private room on the second floor, "Sea of Fire."

It was a medium-sized private room at the far end of the second floor, secluded and unassuming. I had been here with friends before and knew that its
door was located in a corner along the long side of the room, so you couldn't see what was happening on the sofa from the outside.

The room was brighter than downstairs, which surprised me. My wife saw the four boys in the room
and hesitated at the door.

"Curly Hair" and another boy hurriedly came out and pulled us inside. My wife turned around and gave me
a surprised look.

"Honey, it's okay, they just want us to sing a few songs," I whispered to my wife.

Facing the group of teenagers under the lights, my wife reverted to her usual reserved demeanor, creating an awkward atmosphere.

"So serious? Weren't you all dancing so harmoniously just now?" I joked, putting my arm around her shoulder.

"You're so naughty." She playfully punched my chest, her face flushed like a peach blossom in February. After all, "Curly Hair"

and the boy were sitting right next to her, and my words reminded her of
the two erect penises pressing against her lower abdomen and buttocks.

Only then did I notice the other boy dancing with my wife; he looked rather simple and honest, not very tall but quite muscular,
with a handsome buzz cut.

My interruption eased the tension considerably.

"Big brother, why don't you sing first?" "Blue T-shirt" handed over the microphone.

"Sure, if you dare to listen, I dare to sing, 'Where the Peach Blossoms Bloom.'" Sure enough, after the song ended, everyone in
the room fled to the bathroom.

Afterwards, the four boys began vying to show off their singing voices; they were indeed quite professional, befitting their
student council affiliation. My wife would occasionally sing a song, each time earning cheers from the audience.

During the slower songs, the four men took turns inviting her to dance, but they were all incredibly polite, unlike the wild behavior
downstairs . They simply kept telling her jokes, making her giggle and laugh. Gradually, she relaxed
, her spirits rising, and she joked with the boys. Being
surrounded greatly satisfied her vanity.

After singing for a while, everyone seemed a bit tired. "Blue T-shirt" suggested playing "Six-Player" (a card game), with the losing team having to
drink a glass of wine. My wife hesitated, but after my encouragement, she agreed.

"White Shirt" ordered a case of beer, whispered a few instructions to the bartender, and then everyone took their seats.

My wife, "Blue T-shirt," and I won three rounds in a row right from the start. Seeing the other person's gloomy
face , my wife happily urged us to continue. Unexpectedly, we lost the next round, failing to win in four rounds
. Even though "Blue T-shirt" and I each drank one for my wife, she couldn't escape the result of drinking two more rounds in a row. After that, we
won back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, everyone had drunk quite a bit. My wife, even while trying to avoid it, had drunk about two bottles of beer, which was
far beyond her usual drinking capacity. It was clear that her reactions were a little sluggish. "Everyone, let's take a break," " White Shirt

" said, pulling the others aside.

The lights in the room dimmed. I pulled my wife onto the dance floor and gently kissed her lips. My wife shook her head, trying to avoid it, but my arms held her even tighter. The slight intoxication made her unable to struggle , and she slowly twirled with me to the elegant music. "I want to kiss you," I said, biting her earlobe, my warm breath blowing through the hair at her temples. "Let them see." "We've seen kissing before. They're college students." I gripped the woman 's buttocks tightly, pressing our bodies together. A deep kiss ensued, my tongue tantalizing her desire, stirring her passion, conveying my longing. Her body began to heat up, she moaned softly in response to my advances, her skirt lifted high once more to her waist, her snow-white buttocks brazenly displaying their anticipated sensuality. "Baohong, let them see one more time, okay?" A long groan answered me. My hand covered her deep cleft, my fingers slowly penetrating her last vestige of shame. Her trembling body released her love juices, nourishing my gentle caresses. "Big brother, let's get exciting." The four men pounded on the metronome. "Let them see clearly," I whispered in my wife's ear. I grasped her two plump buttocks with both hands and slowly pulled them apart. Her brown anus and plump labia were stretched out happily before the boy. But the instant I let go, I penetrated her flesh. The woman gasped, biting my tongue and sucking hard, as if grasping at a straw on the shore. Her soft body endured the teasing of her lower body, yet her burning desire could not be ignited. "Husband, I want it." "I want your cock." I pulled my wife back to the sofa. The side-lying position allowed me to enjoy the pleasure of my wife's oral sex while letting the four boys next to us enjoy the sight of my wife praising her genitals . Watching my penis grow larger, harder, and more juicy between my wife's lips and teeth was satisfying, but completing all this under the gaze of others pushed the pleasure to its peak. My fingers teased the woman's vagina, but did not penetrate deeply, only occasionally enjoying the pleasure of two knuckles on her anus . "Sister-in-law, your ass is so beautiful." "Curly Hair" sat down next to the woman, his hand slowly sliding across her calves, his eyes fixed on his wife's white, round buttocks. His wife trembled slightly, trying to sit up, but he quickly pressed her head back between his legs. "Dancing with you was such a pleasure, your mature scent almost drove me crazy." This guy's got a sweet tongue. The woman groaned softly as she swallowed my penis, seemingly trying to say something. "Your feet are so beautiful, especially in those high heels. They've mesmerized me. I want to kiss them, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he moved his wife's feet onto his knees. His wife twisted slightly, as if trying to refuse. He quickly thrust his fingers deep into her vagina , and she involuntarily straightened her legs, trying to clamp my fingers together, but "Curly Hair" caught them perfectly, kissing each of her toes, then sliding them down her calves and thighs. He lifted one of his wife's legs high, hoisting it onto his shoulder, her slightly parted vulva completely exposed . The woman tugged at my clothes while shaking her leg, signaling for me to come to her rescue. "Baohong, just let them see," I said, playing with her vulva even more vigorously. "Sister-in-law's pussy is so beautiful, I wonder if it's horny, I really want to smell it." "Let's go on a blind date too," the other three egged on. The woman twisted her waist, seemingly trying to defend that feeble tradition, but her swaying hips seemed more like a passionate invitation . The emptiness in her vagina made her unable to stop, so she took the penis in front of her and frantically stroked it. "Wife, you're making me feel so good, let's change positions," I said, pulling my wife onto the sofa and making her kneel before me, her buttocks raised high, completely open to the four boys, my penis igniting the flames of her lust.

The boys took turns demonstrating their oral sex skills on the woman's anus and vulva, one after another
burying their heads between her legs, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of her honey pot.

My wife was already aroused to the point of exhaustion, her head pressed between my legs, moaning loudly.

I lifted her chin and gently kissed her forehead, "Wife, you are my slut."

"I am your slut..." The woman's eyes were already starting to glaze over.

"Sister-in-law, let's dance a little longer." "Flathead" and "Curly Hair" pulled the woman, staggering, into
the dance floor, and a lively dance tune began to play.

The two men once again sandwiched my wife between them, but this time they were no longer gentle.

"Flathead" lifted her skirt from behind, boldly pulled out his penis and inserted it between the woman's legs, but didn't
penetrate her . He simply held her waist, letting her twist back and forth between her buttocks, and one hand reached down to her breasts from behind,
grabbing one breast and kneading it gently. "Curly Hair" wrapped his arms around his wife's waist from the front, kissing her
lips erect penis pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and he also grabbed one of her breasts.

The three of them writhed wildly on the dance floor. The woman's lower body was constantly touched by two hard penises,
yet they couldn't penetrate her. Her breasts were being vigorously kneaded, which only fueled the fire. She could only wrap her arms around the boy's
neck and kiss him passionately.

"Give it to me, give it to me," the wife began to moan.

"What does my sister-in-law want?" "I want it, I want it." The woman tried to grab the penis in front of her, but suddenly
her vulva was penetrated from behind, and she fell against "Curly Hair's" chest, arching her back to meet the
long-awaited thrust.

"Flat-haired" man steadily spread his legs, grabbing the woman's waist with both hands, letting his penis
quickly plunge into her cunt again and again, enjoying the pleasure of her plump buttocks hitting his lower abdomen, craving
the fragrant, sensual feeling of her vagina overflowing with juices from his penetration.

"Ah, ah," his wife moaned softly as he thrust into her.

"Sister-in-law, is my cock any good?"

"Yes, yes," the woman replied haphazardly.

"What about the guy in front of you?" The guy in front wasn't idle either, having already
pulled out , taking turns kneading and sucking them. Hearing his classmate's call, he pressed his wife's head down and
shoved his penis into her mouth. The woman could only grab the man in front's waist to maintain her balance, her full
breasts dangling below her body, swaying back and forth as she was attacked from both ends. The slapping sounds of bodies colliding,
the gurgling sounds of juices as penises went in and out, mingled with the dance music in the room.

The men in the blue t-shirt and white shirt had already taken off their pants, but they didn't come forward; they just watched and
chatted .

"Sister-in-law, is it comfortable?" The wife couldn't speak, only swallowing and spitting out the penis in her mouth.

"Little brother can make sister-in-law even more comfortable." The man with the crew cut stopped thrusting, put his hands behind the woman
's knees, and suddenly lifted her up, turning her face outwards . Then,
with a thrust of his waist, he slammed his penis into the woman's vagina again, moving her body up and down to complete a deeper thrust.

The wife's head rested against the man with the crew cut's chest, her mature breasts bouncing up and down, her plump legs
spread wide, and the thick, dark pubic hair below her abdomen, glistening with the white fluid from her vulva, became stringy.
Everyone in the room watched excitedly as the thick penis went in and out of the wife's wet vulva.

"Sister-in-law, let your older brother see how well I'm doing." "Flathead" turned the woman towards me.

My wife's gaze was already unfocused, her hands gripping "Flathead's" arm tightly, her two white legs flying faster and faster in
the air , like two golden butterflies fluttering among flowers.

My wife's lewdness drove me crazy. After all, this was the first time I had seen my wife being raped by another man.
I just wanted the people in this room to fuck her hard and unleash the lust in her heart.

"Wife."

"Ah—" The woman shook her head, searching blankly for the source of the sound.

"Is it comfortable?" Remembering the woman's serious appearance in the office, I longed even more to see her wanton
expression.

"Ah, ah."

"Baohong, is your brother's cock good?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Hehe, brother, your sister-in-law's cunt loves young big cocks the most, and her other parts are good too."

I hinted to the boys that I had already explored the woman's anus.

Hearing my answer, the woman moaned even louder.

"I'll do it." "Blue T-shirt" finally stood up.

"Flat-haired" stopped thrusting knowingly, pulled his penis out of the woman's vagina, and helped her stand in front of
the dining table.

"I want more." The woman twisted her body.

"Give it to me, give it to me!" "Blue T-shirt" walked behind his wife, gently caressed the woman's
round breasts, then grabbed her hands, pressed them down on the table, winked at me, "Sister-in-law, it's my
turn." He whispered tenderly in his wife's ear.

"Give it to me!"

"What does sister-in-law want?"

"A cock."

"Whose?"

"Yours."

"Fuck me!" At this moment, the woman only wanted something hard to fill her empty lower body.

"Here it comes." "Blue T-shirt" lifted his penis and slapped it against the woman's wet vulva,
which soon became glistening. He slowly spread his wife's beautiful buttocks, but slowly inserted his thick penis into her
anus.

"Ah, no!"

"Not that..." His wife twisted her lower body and moaned.

"Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, it's just here, you'll feel good soon." The man in the blue t-shirt said, suddenly
pulling his wife's buttocks towards his lower abdomen, making a crisp impact sound as his thick penis plunged into the brown
ring.

"Ah—" The woman let out a long groan, seemingly about to fall, desperately bracing herself against the edge of the table.

Watching my wife's lewd face sway before me, my heart pounded.

"Brother, come on." The man in the blue t-shirt gestured to me.

I waved my hand, stepped aside, and gestured to the man in the white shirt.

The man in the white shirt waved me away.

"If you don't mind, let him play by himself for a while. He's an expert at fucking women's asses, he'll make your sister-in-law feel good."

I turned around and saw the man in the blue t-shirt already holding my wife's buttocks, slowly thrusting his penis in and out...
He inserted slowly, then withdrew slowly, but each time he thrust deepest. I knew he was letting the woman
's anus slowly adapt to the feeling of being penetrated.

Soon, my wife's anus relaxed, and the swelling and pain in her rear end turned into a feeling of being filled. The brown
anus was being penetrated more and more smoothly by "Blue T-shirt," and he even freed one hand to rub the woman's clitoris.

"Ah!"

"Sister-in-law, is it fun to fuck your ass?"

"Fun, fun."

"Sister-in-law is such a charming woman, no wonder your brother loves you so much." "White Shirt"
chimed .

"Third brother, why don't you let your sister-in-law give you a blowjob?" "Flathead" was already burning with lust after watching "Blue T-shirt" thrust
so vigorously . Hearing the call, he plopped down on the dining table, picked up
his penis, still covered in his wife's vaginal fluid, and put it between her lips.

"Blue T-shirt" began thrusting forcefully, each impact sending his wife's head slamming between "
Flat-Headed 's" legs, his long penis sliding deep into her throat.

"Slap!"

"Slap, slap!"

The impact grew more intense and frequent; "Blue T-shirt" was moving faster and faster, and
"Flat-Headed's" penis had long since slipped out of his wife's mouth, no longer able to be swallowed, only
standing erect against her cheek.

Finally, with a powerful thrust, "Blue T-shirt" ejaculated his
first .

With a long groan, the woman's body went limp, a stream of fluid
flowing her thighs to the floor.

"Fourth brother," "White Shirt" gestured towards "Curly Hair.

" "Blue T-shirt" slowly withdrew his penis from his wife's anus, a stream of white semen flowing down
her vulva and clinging to her dark pubic hair.

"Curly Hair" took the opportunity to shove his penis into the woman's still-open anus,
thrusting .

"Sister-in-law, keep feeding your third brother." The first orgasm in his wife's anus hadn't completely subsided
when the second invasion began. Deep down, she wanted to resist her shameless lust, but her body told her of a frantic
desire.

"Curly Hair" and "Flat-Headed" continued the scene that had just unfolded on the woman's voluptuous body, using
their youthful energy to penetrate both her anus and lips simultaneously.

"Sister-in-law, are you tired?" The woman was almost kneeling on the floor, her long skirt lifted up to her
back , her snow-white buttocks raised high, as if unwilling to miss any of the pleasure of being penetrated so hard.

"Ah!"

"Ah—"

Soon, "Curly Hair's" semen also gushed out from his wife's open anus, merging with
the previous stream on her vulva, and dripping continuously onto the floor. The woman convulsed as she welcomed her second orgasm.

"White Shirt" pulled his wife up from the floor, held her tightly in his arms, and kissed her
lips passionately. Their tongues intertwined and tugged at each other's lips, igniting each other's desire.

"Sister-in-law, don't rush, your asshole still needs to be fucked twice more." "White Shirt's" hand had already slipped
under the woman's skirt, probing her wet vulva.

"No—" The wife twisted her body, more to accommodate
the harassment the semen that hadn't yet drained sliding down her thighs.

"Sister-in-law, don't you like me?" "White Shirt" said, lifting the woman's skirt and pressing her down
onto "Flathead's" lap. One of his already waiting penises plunged deeply into the wife's anus.

"Ah!" The wife struggled to stand up, but "Flathead" grabbed her
breasts and began to knead them.

"Kiss me, sister-in-law." The woman obediently turned her head, found the boy's tongue, and began to suck on it deeply. The man

with the buzz cut was fondling his wife's breasts from behind while rubbing her clitoris. Soon,
the woman couldn't suppress her renewed lust, swaying her large buttocks and moving her hips up and down on the boy's
penis .

I stood to the side, watching the two kiss and have sex, suppressing my own urge to penetrate her
, and focusing on admiring my wife's wanton beauty.

Soon, my wife began to writhe rhythmically, and the man with the buzz cut took her hands, hooked them around
his neck, lifted her waist, and began to move his penis up and down rapidly. The woman thrust out
her breasts , moaning wantonly, enjoying the third wave of pleasure surging through her body.

The thrusting sounds grew faster and louder, my wife's breathing became more rapid,
her cries louder and more seductive. "Flathead" lifted her higher and higher, slamming her down
harder "Ah!"

"Ah, ah…" With a long, seductive cry from my wife, the third boy finally
ejaculated .

"I love you."

"Me too." The two kissed each other, seemingly still wanting more.

"You slut." The intense jealousy fueled my lust.

"My turn." "White Shirt" pulled my wife from "Flathead's" arms.

"Sister-in-law, I want my brother to watch me fuck you." "White Shirt" stared into my wife's eyes as he
unbuttoned her blouse.

My wife seemed to only then remember my presence, turning her head to search the room.

"Kiss me, sister-in-law." The woman obediently turned her head, found the boy's tongue, and began to suck deeply.

The man with the buzz cut played with his wife's breasts from behind while rubbing her clitoris. Soon,
the woman couldn't suppress her renewed lust, swaying her large buttocks and moving the boy's
penis .

I stood to the side, watching the two kiss and have sex, suppressing my own urge to penetrate her
, focusing solely on admiring my wife's wanton beauty.

Soon, my wife began to writhe rhythmically, and the man with the buzz cut took her hands, hooking
them around his neck, lifting her waist, and rapidly stroking his penis up and down. The woman thrust
her breasts forward , moaning wantonly, enjoying the third wave of pleasure surging through her.

The "plop" sounds of the thrusting grew faster and louder, and my wife's breathing became increasingly rapid.
The cries grew louder and more lewd. "Flathead" lifted the woman higher and higher, slamming her down
harder harder—

"Ah!"

"Ah, ah..." With a long, lewd cry from my wife, the third boy finally
ejaculated .

"I love you."

"Me too." The two kissed each other, seemingly still wanting more.

"Slut." The intense jealousy fueled my lust.

"Wife, I'm here." I wrapped my arms around her soft waist from behind.

"White Shirt" unbuttoned the woman's shirt, revealing her beautiful, mature breasts trembling slightly, her two
grape like nipples proudly erect on her mounds.

"Baohong, want more?" I pulled on her nipples.

The woman leaned into my arms.

"They bullied me."

"How did they bully you? Let me see."

"Get lost, it's all your fault." My wife pounded my chest.

"Alright, don't keep them waiting." My wife then remembered "White Shirt" standing behind her, blushed, and
nestled in my arms.

"Sister-in-law," "White Shirt" called softly.

"If you want it, go ahead." I turned her around and pushed her into "White Shirt's" arms.

"Big brother, please sit down first." "White Shirt" kissed his wife lightly as he stripped her naked.

At this moment, his wife completely let go, only entwining with the boy's tongue, ignoring
the gazes of others and the boy's hands roaming over her body.

"White Shirt" pushed the woman, who was only wearing high heels, in front of me.

I noticed that the semen of the three boys in front of me was dripping down her wet vulva, falling to the ground with the swaying of her
body . Coupled with her twisting buttocks and trembling breasts, this scene drove me
crazy.

I gestured for her to hold onto the sofa behind me, so that the woman's upper body was lying on my head, her round
breasts swaying gently in front of me, and the mysterious black bush below her abdomen tempting my gaze.

I looked up and found her nipples, sucking gently. My wife
moaned .

"Slap," "Slap," it sounded like "White Shirt" was slapping her buttocks.

"Ah!"

"Ah..." The woman wisely spread her legs wide.

"Sister-in-law, you're so horny," "White Shirt" teased.

A hand slipped between her legs, pinching her thick labia a few times before starting to rub her
small nipple.

"Ah, ah..." My wife twisted her buttocks to avoid it, but two fingers were suddenly inserted into her vagina,
thrusting in and out quickly and violently.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." The woman's moans, accompanied by the trembling of her body, almost became a long, drawn-out
cry .

I sat beneath the woman, the juices from her vagina almost splashing onto my face.
Watching , a surge of heat rushed from my chest to my brain, then transformed into
semen in my penis, almost bursting forth.

Just as the woman was about to climax, "White Shirt" suddenly thrust his penis into her anus, but then froze
, not moving.

Losing her support, my wife frantically twisted her hips, searching for the source of pleasure.

"Give it to me!"

"Give it to me!"

I sucked on my wife's nipples while rubbing her clitoris from below, as if adding fuel to
the fire .

"Ah!"

"Ah, fuck me!" the woman almost screamed.

Finally, the penis behind my wife began to thrust, gradually increasing in speed, then slowing
down , mingled with the soft, rhythmic
sounds of thrusting into her anus, like the delicate melody of a piano by the river.

"Ah!"

"Ah—"

I sucked harder and rubbed faster, while "White Shirt" fucked her more and more frantically.
The combined assault soon brought the woman to the peak of desire in a state of collapse.

After a long, lewd moan, my wife collapsed onto my shoulder. I could only see the semen
flowing , dripping down her thick pubic hair and onto the floor.

I rolled over and pinned her down on the sofa, kissing her lips and kneading her
breasts wildly, pressing myself against her body, completely ignoring the vaginal fluid flowing from her anus.

My wife responded to my passion, hooking her arms around my neck, thrusting her chest high, her thighs tightly wrapped around
my waist, searching for my penis.

"Honey, give me yours."

"Silly girl, they'll make you feel even better." I kissed her deeply into her slightly parted lips. While my wife and I were

entwined

, four boys carried the dining table to the center of the room and
were rinsing their penises with beer from their glasses.

The naked woman nestled in my arms, her body reeking of semen and vaginal fluid.

"Guess what they're going to do?" I gently stroked her smooth waist.

"I don't know." The woman stared blankly as the golden beer dripped from the four boys' erect penises,
her breathing growing heavier.

"Husband,"

she said, her body heating up, "I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" I lifted her chin, her eyes misty.

"Am I really such a slutty woman?" I gently kissed away a tear clinging to the corner of her eye.

"Silly girl, I love you. Isn't it nice to be my little slut?" I looked directly into her eyes.

"Baohong, you're kind, persistent, traditional, but sex is everyone's need, and every woman's
need, isn't it?"

"But, but, so many men—" A flush rose on my wife's cheeks.

"Are you happy when you're having sex with them?" I gestured towards the boys.

"I can't explain it. At first, I'm scared, wanting to do it but afraid to accept it, then it's one orgasm after another, wanting
to shout , wanting them to fuck me harder, wanting to hold onto that feeling." My wife's body trembled slightly, growing
hot.

"Fool, this is sex. Sex is a release, a pleasure. It has nothing to do with objects." I put my hand...
He gently placed it on the woman's vulva. "I want you to open it to everyone, to every man."

[The End]

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