My wife got slept with by her new boss

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Dongdong and I have been married for seven years. If there's such a thing as the seven-year itch, then we've reached that point. Actually, Dongdong and I have been together for more than seven years; if you include the four years of university and the two years of work, it's been thirteen years. According to the age division of a person's life, I've completely given my golden years to Dongdong, so what era are we in now? I'm honestly a little unsure. In everyone's eyes, we are a happy and loving couple. If we had a child, our marriage and family would be worthy of being written into textbooks, becoming an exemplary model of love in romantic literature. But privately, I think that what outsiders see isn't enough; it's far from meeting the requirements of a so-called perfect life. Perhaps that's just how things are. Let me tell you about Dongdong. Dongdong is a beautiful woman, the kind of woman most people would consider beautiful. She's not very tall, only 1.6 meters. I'm sorry to say, but this is due to the lack of material resources in my previous life. Sometimes I'm even glad that her height created an opportunity for me. Because I'm only 1.75 meters tall myself. In college, Dongdong wasn't just receiving autumn spinach (a metaphor for romantic advances) from me; several other handsome guys, considered the most attractive in the university, were also pursuing her, and I was the least qualified among them. I've discussed this with Dongdong more than once—why did she choose me? But I never found an answer from her. Dongdong liked to quote a line from a movie: "Loving someone doesn't need a reason." Does it? I don't think so. I believe everything needs a reason, including love. As for that line, I think it's utterly boring nonsense. Sorry for using a swear word, but only that phrase can express my utter disdain for it. Life is going smoothly; we have money, a house, and a car—only the child remains. But does having a child mean everything will be alright? I'm not sure. Is life just going to continue like this? Then what are we? A year or two ago, Dongdong and I discussed having children, but I always steered the conversation away from the topic. We didn't need children until our careers were stable. Children aren't something you can just have whenever you want; the effort and cost of having one far outweighs expectations. For a child, you need to create a healthy, happy environment conducive to their growth, and right now, the conditions aren't right. What a high-sounding reason! For the next generation, only I know in my heart that it's not true. I have a sense of crisis. Actually, this sense of crisis has been there for a long time, but in recent years, with increased material wealth, I've gradually forgotten it. However, people are strange creatures. Often, when you don't think about it, it can be invisible, but when you suddenly remember it, it's hard to calm down. Dongdong and I have a tacit understanding and compatibility, in many things, including sex. But lately, sex has become somewhat routine for me. Our familiarity with each other's bodies may have far surpassed our familiarity with our own. Is this excessive familiarity causing the passion to fade? Does Dongdong feel the same way? I'm not sure. I only know that this feeling of weariness, though not yet disgusted, has recurred repeatedly over the past year, but its frequency has only recently increased. The sense of crisis also intensified around this time. I felt I needed to change. But how to change, and what kind of change to make, were things I hadn't considered. It was Dongdong who reminded me. Dongdong's behavior that day gave me a clue. She was talking about their new general manager, and from her words, I gathered he was a man about our age, and rather handsome. Actually, when I said that, I felt a pang of jealousy. To be honest, it should be "mature," not "handsome." That night, we unexpectedly made love twice, and the two times added up to half the night. In the end, Dongdong was extremely satisfied and fell asleep immediately, while I didn't wake up until noon the next day. One's mind works best when one is awake. After waking up at noon, I was both satisfied with my performance and somewhat surprised by the conclusion I reached after reflecting on what had happened. It turned out that the stimulation I needed in life came from this: hearing my wife talk about other men aroused me—this was a small but significant discovery for me. It's true, I don't want to deny it. While doing it, the thought occasionally flashed through my mind of what it would be like to see and react to another man's caresses. But at the time, other senses masked this, and when I was alone and calm, those previously ignored thoughts resurfaced. When I'm alone, I can often think clearly and thoroughly, and I can often think things through very deeply. But sometimes it's different. When I imagine Dongdong moaning and groaning under another man's caresses, my feelings are undoubtedly much more complex. There's a feeling of unease, yet it's also incredibly stimulating. The mere thought can cause a severe physiological reaction—that's the harsh reality. After much deliberation, I decided to temporarily gravitate towards desire, without any risk. That evening, after dinner, we sat down to watch TV, and I consciously steered the conversation towards Dongdong's work. Dongdong is the assistant marketing director of a large foreign-invested company in China. Her workload is heavy, and she generally doesn't talk about work at home—firstly, I'm not interested, and secondly, it affects my mood. So, Dongdong thought it was strange that I was asking about her work. I chuckled and said I rarely ask, and that my question was purely out of concern. Actually, Dongdong was just being casually curious. I changed the subject, and she became the main character. Gradually, Dongdong steered the conversation towards the new boss. I thought to myself, "They're getting to the point." Dongdong became quite animated, fully engaged in conversation. Dongdong is the kind of person who, once she starts a conversation, can't stop, so I usually play the role of listener, only occasionally interjecting a word or two, watching her and listening to her performance. I probably missed eight out of ten sentences Dongdong said, only knowing that her boss had become the main topic of discussion in her company. I noticed that Dongdong seemed quite enthusiastic when mentioning her boss. I didn't think this was a sign that Dongdong was interested in her boss; if it were, Dongdong, like any woman, wouldn't show it in front of her husband. What interested Dongdong was a woman's innate curiosity. Then another question popped into my mind: could Dongdong possibly be interested in her boss? It's unlikely at the moment. The most common reaction is to encounter something new, especially when it doesn't seem bad. However, judging from Dongdong's reactions in bed these past two days, it's not fair to say she doesn't like it. Suddenly, I was intrigued by a series of questions running through my mind. "What are you daydreaming about? Are you even listening to me?" Dongdong looked at me with a mix of reproach and curiosity. "What am I daydreaming about? I just think our Dongdong is very beautiful..." This was a truly heartfelt statement. A woman is only beautiful when she radiates vitality, and that's the feeling Dongdong gives me. Besides, Dongdong is naturally beautiful. Dongdong's face flushed slightly, even a little embarrassed by my words. "Did you put some oil on your lips? That's strange, you just blurted that out." "Oil? Whose oil? Unless it's Dongdong's oil, I wouldn't even think about it." "You're going to die..." Dongdong is such a woman, still the same after all these years. A simple sweet talk can make her blush for ages. It was true before, and it is true now; once a habit is formed, it's really hard to change. Before, Dongdong's blushing face gave me a youthful, innocent beauty; now, besides a touch of shyness, she exudes a mature sexiness. I couldn't help but want to hug and kiss her for a while, but I also couldn't resist listening to her chatter, or what else I might discover next. "Hey, you've been acting a little strange these past few days." This was the second time she'd used the word "strange" at the same time, and the target was me, Dongdong's husband. I had no choice but to back down, asking her in return, "You say I'm strange, then tell me, what exactly is strange about me, and how?" Dongdong listened seriously and scrutinized me for a moment before answering earnestly, "You know I'm always a bit slow, I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about me, I don't know. But, I just feel like there's something different about you." My eyes were fixed on her lips; as she spoke, her lips, vibrant and beautiful, opened and closed, and the occasional glimpse of her pink tongue held a strange, alluring sensuality. Dongdong suddenly pointed at me, a look of sudden realization on her face. "That's it, that's it, like you're spacing out, but not quite... anyway... anyway...""...It's a bit strange." Her eyes still held a hint of confusion. "Oh, what did I think it was? I thought Dongdong was unhappy with her husband's performance in bed, that's why she said that." "No way..." Dongdong leaned closer, "I don't know what's wrong with you lately, you're so amazing, it makes me keep dozing off at work the next day, I almost got caught by the boss a few times, and my colleagues laughed at me." I pretended to be indignant, "Who laughed at you? Treating our Dongdong like that, I'll go settle the score with them." "Look at you. They were just joking, they didn't really do anything to your wife." Hearing this, I suddenly thought, I really want to know what your company can do to you! Unexpectedly, Dongdong said again, "Why are you looking at me with that strange look again?" I just smiled and hugged her, not saying anything. "Ugh, moving around again." Dongdong moved around impatiently. "I'm your husband, it's only natural for me to touch you." Dongdong giggled, "But...it tickles...hehe..." She blushed and glared at me. That expression made my heart itch, and I couldn't resist turning her face towards me and bringing my lips close. Dongdong struggled a couple of times, then reached out and hugged me. When we separated, Dongdong's eyes were filled with tears, and her breathing was a little erratic. "You're so annoying..." I chuckled and whispered, "Shall we go to the bedroom?" "No..." "That's not up to you." I said, pulling her down and lifting her up. Dongdong chuckled softly, "I've never seen such a lustful guy." Once in the bedroom, I tossed her onto the bed and immediately stripped myself naked. Dongdong didn't move. "Why aren't you taking your clothes off?" I asked curiously. Dongdong lay there, her eyes alluring, her voice sickeningly sweet, "You have to take your clothes off for me..." "That's easy, I'm coming." With that, I pounced on her. Dongdong quickly turned into a lamb, and I became the wolf. Mouth, tongue, hands—every tool available before the actual sex was used. Dongdong was soon panting heavily, clearly overwhelmed. "Husband…husband…have mercy on Dongdong, I'm going to die from licking, I can't take it anymore…" Dongdong began to ramble incoherently, her soft body writhing and throbbing under my tongue and mouth, her crotch soaked with her juices. I stopped tasting her vulva and went to her, aiming my already throbbing penis at Dongdong's opening, and thrusting it in. "Ah…" Dongdong cried out as if overwhelmed. Without pausing, I began to pound into her, and Dongdong was soon rendered speechless, only able to moan softly with each thrust. That sound, though I'd heard it for years, still sounded incredibly beautiful. "Is it good?" I asked as I continued. Dongdong answered me with trembling lips, "It feels so good, husband, you're so amazing, Dongdong feels so good, Dongdong's... Dongdong's cunt is going to be fucked raw by husband..." I slowed down the pace, and Dongdong swayed her lower abdomen impatiently, meeting my thrusts with her hips. Her labia were red from my previous vigorous thrusting, and the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina made both of our hips wet and sticky. I leaned down and hugged Dongdong, whispering in her ear, "Dongdong, have you ever thought about what it would feel like to be with someone else?" Dongdong opened her half-closed eyes, staring at me in surprise. "Are you crazy? How can you say something like that!" "I'm not crazy. I keep thinking about what it would be like if you hadn't married me, but married someone else, and another man was having sex with you..." Before I could finish, Dongdong slapped me hard on the back. "Nonsense..." "I'm talking nonsense right now. I'm talking hypothetically, not actually. I read that many couples have different sexual fantasies during sex... Doesn't Dongdong have any?" I said, thrusting my hips into hers a few times. Dongdong let out a few dazed moans. "Don't you have any fantasies during sex, Dongdong?" I continued, seizing the opportunity. Dongdong moaned and ignored me, but I could clearly sense that she was thinking about my question. As I moved, I freed one hand to grasp and fondle her breast. "Dongdong, do you ever fantasize that the man on your body isn't your husband, but... a celebrity, someone with a thick, strong cock, relentlessly thrusting into your hole, making you speechless, going again and again..." I meant to say this to Dongdong, but saying it aloud actually excited me. My cock seemed to grow thicker, and my movements intensified with my words. Dongdong closed her eyes and mumbled insults, "Crazy, pervert... Dongdong didn't think about that..." Although she vehemently denied it, I felt her hole tightening unconsciously as I spoke. This was actually a small discovery I'd made during our recent sex. It hadn't been so obvious before, but these past few times, I'd noticed a clear physical reaction when I said these things, and the more vulgar the language, the more intense her reaction. Could Dongdong really have such sexual fantasies? I can't say whether I felt surprised or not, but at this moment my body seemed to disobey my commands. Dongdong's vagina was burning hot, so hot that I couldn't help but move wildly. I couldn't help but start babbling again, "Big cock fuck Dongdong to death, big cock fuck Dongdong's little cunt to pieces, fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you little slut, little whore..." Dongdong seemed unable to bear what I was saying, and suddenly her body trembled as she moaned, and she hugged me tightly from below. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting continuously, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her body. "Oh God, you dead husband... Dongdong wants... ah..." She convulsed again, and then clung to me like an octopus. She slowly came back to her senses and found me staring at her intently. She was extremely embarrassed, hugged me and buried her head under my chest, and kept hitting me while complaining, "You dead husband, you bad husband, saying those crazy things, you're killing me..." Her tone was truly shy and embarrassed. I stroked her smooth, sweaty back, slowly thrusting my lower body, letting her release her pent-up desire. "Doesn't what your husband said sound exciting?" I asked as I moved. Dongdong panted softly, peeking out from under her clothes, giving me a shy and resentful look. "Husband, you're such a pervert." "Don't you think it's more exciting to do it like this? Try to imagine, in a place where you can't see anything, you don't know anyone in there, you only know that there are men in there, men with big dicks, and the only way to identify them is by having sex with them, in various positions, two men having sex with you at the same time, or three of you, your body, face, and all your orifices are covered in their semen, thick semen, and you still don't think it's enough, you even give them oral sex..." As I said this, I felt Dongdong's body visibly tremble, and at the same time, her vagina twitched. "Ugh, don't say... say... things like that to tease me... you pervert..." Dongdong gasped, her eyes shimmering with intense lust, her brows furrowed, her voice incredibly soft. I watched her as I continued, "I've never seen so many cocks before, you can't even tell the difference, you only know how to make love, make love, but none of them possess you, they rub their big cocks on your face, your breasts, your nipples..." A dreamy expression appeared on Dongdong's face, her hands tightly gripping my arms, her snow-white body undulating rhythmically. Her vagina contracted and opened frequently, like a warm hand tightly kneading my cock. "Husband..." A look of distress returned to her face. "Husband, harder, thrust into Dongdong harder...husband..." I felt it wasn't enough, and at the same time, I myself felt an overwhelming excitement. "They were fucking you while they were cursing you... little bitch... rotten whore, slut... whore... aren't you? Tell me, aren't you a whore, aren't you a little bitch... tell me..." Dongdong finally couldn't hold back anymore, &quo"I am, Dongdong is a slut... a little bitch, a... a rotten whore, husband, harder! Dongdong wants your big cock, Dongdong can't take it anymore, Dongdong's little cunt can't take it anymore..." I was shocked by Dongdong's sudden outburst, and at the same time, I was strongly attracted by Dongdong's unrestrained sexual demands. I fucked her hard, and Dongdong responded enthusiastically beneath me. "I'm going to cum, I... I'm going to cum..." I shouted wildly. "Come on... husband... come on, cum to death Dongdong... cum for... ah..." Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and I could only hear my own heartbeat, a heartbeat as loud as a drum. ********** ... But our lovemaking seemed to have changed somewhat. I can't quite pinpoint how obvious the change was, but during arousal, Dongdong's gaze seemed to hold a hint of madness. Actually, after reflecting on it, I still concluded that I had simply combined some common phrases that most couples use, and before that, I seemed to have been too civilized. Dongdong must have enjoyed this verbal stimulation, which is why her performance surprised me. These were words she would never normally say; lovemaking provides an excuse, a way to release tension. Although I intentionally avoided using those vulgar and obscene words during subsequent lovemaking, I noticed their influence lingering when our eyes met. At first, I found it very appealing; at least Dongdong could show a side of herself that she wouldn't have dared to show before in bed. But gradually, I felt something was missing. I immediately understood the reason: it was all hypothetical, a matter of "what if." I was wondering if Dongdong could truly become the person she described, just like she does during sex. I was startled by my own thought. How could I have such a thought? Could I really bear to see my beautiful Dongdong moaning with lustful satisfaction beneath another man, or even kneeling before other men like a bitch, sucking their engorged penises? This thought truly gave me a fright, yet it also possessed a terrifying allure, like Eve facing the apple. And was there a seductive serpent beside me right now? Three months passed uneventfully. Aside from sex, I found myself experiencing a sense of stagnation and frustration. Dongdong seemed different from me; her job left her little time to think, unlike me, a freelancer with much more free time. Dongdong was happy, her complexion better than ever before. I lewdly guessed this was the result of good sex, especially after I encouraged her to express herself in bed; she became more tender and hydrated. A fleeting pang of jealousy even crossed my mind. But that day was different. Dongdong actually started talking about her boss, her young Chinese-American employer. Something felt off, because usually I was the one initiating conversations. This realization made me understand that I'd been preoccupied with my own thoughts and neglected her somewhat. I decided it was necessary to take this opportunity to talk to her. Dongdong was completely unaware of my inner turmoil, oblivious to the lewdness in my smiling eyes that even I hadn't realized. Dongdong was still talking about how considerate her boss was, how knowledgeable he was, and how sophisticated he was in the ways of the world. I initially thought I'd be unhappy listening to this; after all, in all these years of marriage, she'd never spoken so freely about another man in front of me. But I found that far from being unhappy, my mind was actually wandering as she described the situation. I wondered what would happen if Dongdong and her boss were to develop a deeper relationship. I found myself more interested in that possibility than in listening to her talk. As Dongdong was engrossed in her rambling, I casually asked, "Is your boss interested in you?" I sensed Dongdong pause, looking at me with surprise, and then say, "How could that be?" "What are you thinking? How could my boss possibly be interested in me? Honestly..." I asked casually, "Why such a big reaction? You don't say you wouldn't be interested in him, but you say he wouldn't be interested in you. There's definitely something fishy going on." Of course, I didn't show my doubts on my face. I just smiled and didn't refute her. "Besides, he has a girlfriend now. People like us... who are... married, why would he be interested in us?" "Dongdong, at this point, actually tilted her head to look at me, a half-smile on her face. Good girl, you even know how to test my reaction! Serves you right for being so cunning! I'll give you another nudge!" I sighed deliberately before slowly saying, "That's because your boss is so naive. Everyone knows that these days a good young woman is more valuable than gold—she's charming, caring, and knows how to enjoy life, just like our Dongdong..." Before I could finish, Dongdong pounced on me. "Ugh, you're so annoying! Serves you right for talking nonsense!" I pulled Dongdong into my arms, laughing loudly, "Only I know how special my Dongdong is! Your boss doesn't have that kind of luck! Isn't that right, Dongdong? I'm right!" Dongdong couldn't break free and let me hold her. Her little face, whether from anger or shyness, seemed flushed, and she said angrily, "What kind of lewd things are you thinking about all day long?" I gave Dongdong a quick kiss on her rosy cheek. "Who said that? I don't know how proper or upright a person I am, but the moment I see my Dongdong, I can't help but feel lewd..." "Pah!" Dongdong blushed and turned her head away, ignoring me. I took the opportunity to kiss her earlobe again. Dongdong trembled and jumped out of my arms as if she had been electrocuted. She turned to glare at me, her panting heavily, her full breasts heaving. "I think you've been acting a bit strange lately?" I spread my hands and said with a grin, "Am I? How come I don't know?" "Of course you don't think so yourself." Then she glared at me again. I pretended not to notice, put away my smile, and asked her, "Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see clearly. Come sit down and tell me, how is your husband acting strange?" Dongdong sat down, but on the footstool opposite me. "Actually, how should I put it?" "I can't really explain it, I don't know why, but I feel like you're intentionally or unintentionally..." Dongdong suddenly shook her head, glanced at me, then looked away. "Never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Maybe... maybe I'm just being paranoid... I'm going to take a shower." Gone? I was a little confused. This wasn't like Dongdong at all! Dongdong was definitely hiding something from me. The doubts in my heart grew bigger and bigger, and the shadows deepened. ********** ... "Dongdong wasn't asleep, she just didn't want to talk to me. I sighed and rolled over onto my back. After a while, I felt Dongdong turn over. I turned my head and saw she was looking at me too, her gaze scrutinizing, yet tinged with timidity. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' I softened my voice. I wanted a stimulating and exciting life, but not at the cost of hurting Dongdong. 'Have you changed?' 'How could I change? My feelings for you will never change, just as I will never forget how I got you.' 'Then why, when we... during sex, did you have so much...' Dongdong frowned in distress, clearly unsure how to continue. 'But weren't you just as invested in it?' I asked her. 'But that was just a thought, I... I didn't intend to do it.' 'A thought?' I suddenly smiled softly. 'Every time humanity thinks, society moves forward a step. Because we can think and dare to think, we have the motivation and courage to move forward, and only then can we...'""But that's different. You were just saying it. You must... you must have some kind of dissatisfaction with me that you're not saying, so you're deliberately tormenting me like this..." Dongdong's eyes reddened as she said this, and she couldn't help but shed tears. I was greatly surprised that Dongdong had actually understood my actions and intentions in this way. "What... what are you doing? I've never had such thoughts. How could I possibly have any dissatisfaction with you? Marrying you is the greatest blessing I've ever had." "Then why... you..." Her eyes, which were about to burst into tears, suddenly bloomed with shyness, and her resentful expression became more unnatural, making one's mouth water. I quickly stretched out my arms and let her snuggle into my embrace. "Actually, don't you think that since then, our life seems to have had a lot more exciting elements? Things that were absolutely unseen before. And I've noticed that you've become more and more beautiful these past few months. Haven't you noticed it yourself?" Dongdong nodded shyly. "But whenever I think about what you said, I feel like you're dissatisfied with something and are deliberately trying to push me away." "How could I possibly push you away?" I said, revealing some of my true feelings. Dongdong looked at me incredulously, as if she didn't recognize me. "What's wrong with you? Where in this world is there...where is there a husband like you? How could you...it's simply incomprehensible." "Of course there is! Isn't there one right in front of you? And look, just imagining it is incredibly exciting. If..." Dongdong stopped me. "Don't say anymore." I was puzzled by Dongdong's reaction. Dongdong looked at me, her gaze constantly shifting between my face. I couldn't understand her expression at all, or rather, there was nothing in it that I could comprehend; she was just staring at me blankly. "Want to make love?" "I've been thinking..." Dongdong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said this, and as she spoke, her hand reached out from outside her underwear and grasped my penis. I was genuinely surprised, but no matter how surprised I was, my wife had a request, and I had to satisfy her first. ************ ************ ************ "Can you really stand seeing your wife in someone else's arms?" Dongdong asked me, lying in my arms. Dongdong's question was the same one I had been thinking about. Could I really accept it? But just thinking about that image made me impulsive, made my brain rush with blood. Dongdong's question only made me hesitate briefly before I nodded firmly. Dongdong glanced at me quickly, "But what if... what if... I don't want to?" Dongdong doesn't want to! I hadn't really thought about this question in detail. I paused, then repeated, "You don't want to?" Dongdong nodded very seriously. "Why?" I mean, you can already experience that kind of pleasure in your imagination. If it were real, wouldn't that be even more exciting? Besides, I love you. I won't choose you just because you've been with other men. You have to believe me, I'm serious. Don't you think this is just a game about sex?" Dongdong looked at me calmly and then said softly, "I'm serious too." "**** ... I couldn't force Dongdong to agree to something she didn't want. I could only wait, wait for the right opportunity, but I was still somewhat frustrated. Dongdong tried her best to make me happy, and I couldn't refuse her kindness, but I knew I was very unhappy, including sexually. Dongdong was much more proactive, and a few times she even endured discomfort to give me oral sex. She was trying her best to make me happy. I admit that everything Dongdong did touched me, so I had to temporarily give up the idea that I had been hoping for. That evening after dinner, Dongdong said she wanted to talk to me about something. It had been a month since our last conversation. I originally wanted to go out, but Dongdong's somewhat hesitant expression made me change my mind. I made a phone call, canceled the appointment, and then sat down in front of Dongdong. Dongdong's expression was indeed somewhat different from before, and I looked at her with interest. Dongdong glanced at me, lowered her head, and said, "You...you shouldn't stare at me like that, okay?" I was very surprised: "What's wrong with looking at you like that? I don't think anyone has ever said how you should look at your wife, right?" "But, when you look at me like that, I... I get a little nervous." She lowered her head again as she spoke. Hearing Dongdong say this, I suddenly understood what she meant. A wave of nervousness washed over me, but it was immediately replaced by surprise. I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I won't look at you like that. Tell me slowly, don't be nervous." Dongdong nodded. After a moment of silence, Dongdong asked me, "You... what you said last time, was it true?" Her voice was so low I could barely hear her. But I immediately answered, "Are you talking about the thing I asked you last time?" Dongdong nodded gently after a long pause, raising her head from its lowered position. "You... you said if... if, you wouldn't be angry, right?" Even I, in my daze, understood. My heart skipped a beat, but I immediately felt a desire to know more. "Yes, I said that. I said I wouldn't be angry, and I won't be. But Dongdong, could you tell me in detail?" Dongdong frowned slightly. "Don't press me like that, okay? Asking me like that, I don't know how to tell you." Suddenly, he seemed a little impatient. It seemed things weren't as simple as I'd imagined. I had no choice but to patiently say, "Go ahead, I'm listening..." Dongdong shook his head, his long, flowing hair fluttering in front of me. Finally, as if making up his mind, Dongdong looked at me and said, "Then I'll tell you. Whether you're really unhappy or not, I... I really don't know who to talk to." I listened patiently. "You probably guessed it, it's our company's new boss..." "You... slept together?" I asked cautiously. Dongdong glared at me angrily, "Is your wife the kind of woman who sleeps with other men so easily?" I quickly smiled apologetically, "That's not what I meant, keep going, keep going..." He rolled his eyes at me, "What kind of husband is you, acting like you're afraid your wife won't sleep with other men?" I smiled but didn't say anything. Dongdong continued, "Actually, I didn't know our boss had...that kind of feeling towards me. It happened last week. One day I was working overtime, you know, our CFO was on vacation, and there was an audit inspection, so I had to work overtime..." As Dongdong said this, I remembered something like that had happened last week. Dongdong came home very late, and instead of sleeping, she woke me up and we had sex. At the time, I hadn't thought much of it; it turns out it started then. Dongdong coming back to have sex with me proves they didn't actually have sex that time. For some reason, I felt a little disappointed in my own analysis. Dongdong noticed my absent-mindedness and asked timidly, "Are you angry? You said you weren't angry?" I smiled apologetically at her, "No, no, no, I'm not angry. I just couldn't help thinking about a man and woman alone together..." Dongdong spat angrily, then sighed, "You're right, we are...a man and woman alone together."She paused here, her gaze drifting, as if recalling the scene. "I was working late, rushing to finish reports, and had no idea when he arrived. He said he'd been standing there watching me work for a long time. I felt a bit flustered and uneasy. He asked if I was disturbing my work, but I said no, it was because of him that I was nervous. So he offered to give me a massage." At this point, a blush appeared on Dongdong's face, which I noticed keenly, realizing this was the crucial beginning. Dongdong continued, "Before I could refuse, he took it upon himself to start massaging me. At first, I was embarrassed—what kind of boss gives massages to employees? But his massage was really comfortable, and I gradually relaxed and started enjoying it. I felt like I was about to fall asleep. But then, just as I was drifting off, he…" Dongdong stopped, which made me anxious. I was about to speak when Dongdong continued, "He… he started kissing me." I blurted out how he kissed me, but then I held back. Dongdong seemed to know what I wanted to know. "He didn't kiss my lips at first, as if he knew I would refuse if he kissed my lips right away. So, he kissed my neck and my earlobe. I was shocked and scared, and wanted to leave immediately, but my body was weak, and my legs felt like lead, I couldn't move." "When I came to my senses a little more, I struggled, but his arms were so strong, I couldn't break free at all. I was angry and anxious, and didn't know what to do. I couldn't help but cry. He was terrified, hugged me from behind, apologized, said many things to me, and said that he had liked me since the first day he joined the company, but he didn't confess to me because he knew I was married. When he saw me working overtime, he couldn't control himself and that's why he did it. I just cried, my heart was in turmoil." The blush on Dongdong's face deepened. "To be honest, I didn't know how to deal with what he said. If I didn't dislike him, how could I have let him touch me?" "And then?" I asked softly. "He hugged me for a while, then seemed to understand something, and started kissing me again, not even sparing my tears. Finally, his lips touched mine. I should have refused, but for a moment I hesitated, and he succeeded." She paused here, but I didn't press her for details. The woman before me, and her delicate pink lips, had finally surrendered to another man. What would happen next? I didn't need to guess; Dongdong would tell me. She spoke in such detail; it seemed she was determined to tell me everything that had happened to her. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. However, it was too late to feel tightness now, and besides, what Dongdong was saying had already captivated me. I had to hear the whole story before I was satisfied. "He then touched my breasts. If I were sober, I would have refused. I didn't want him to think I was a woman who could be easily taken advantage of. But his kisses were melting me. By the time I regained some senses, my clothes were already undone, and his large hands were already on my breasts." "I wanted him to stop, but I really had no strength left. Honey, you have to believe me, it wasn't me who made him do this, it was his kisses that left me with no strength." I didn't reply. I knew that Dongdong's words were just a reflection of her hesitant and struggling state of mind at the time. I knew that when Dongdong's breasts were also conquered by her boss, my lower body twitched. Her boss had really struck gold. Although Dongdong's breasts weren't super busty, they were firm, round, and extremely elastic—a rare toy for any man. "I was already exhausted, and his hands were pinching my breasts so cruelly that I became even weaker. I even let him kiss me. After a while, he came in front of me and sucked on my nipples like he was nursing. I felt like I was going to faint, my body felt empty and throbbing. I knew I couldn't let him continue like this, and I don't know where I got the strength, but I pushed him away. I tried to escape, but I felt like I had exhausted all my strength. I could only look at him, panting." Dongdong seemed to be exhausted as she said this. It was clear that the scene had deeply affected her. "He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I was terrified and panicked, wondering what he would do next. What if I couldn't take it anymore? Suddenly, he knelt down in front of me. I was startled and before I could even understand what was happening, he started kissing my feet. Oh my god, I was completely overwhelmed by him. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my feet, took off my high heels, and started kissing my toes without caring about the dirt. I'd never experienced that tingling, numb feeling before; it felt like it was drilling into my heart..." Dongdong's gaze froze, her expression complex. I quietly watched her, watched my beloved wife, and felt the struggle she was going through. For some reason, I felt an extreme pleasure. The image of a boss sucking on a female employee's toes was simply too shocking! "I completely lost my will to resist. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or something else. He ignored my pleas and continued licking me, from my toes to the tops of my feet, to my calves, and so on... By the time I realized what was happening, he had already parted my legs and was between them. His hot breath was spraying onto my vulva, tickling me. I was terrified. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him if this continued, so I started struggling again, trying to push him away. But he didn't care about anything and just started licking me down there, not even noticing the sweat and urine on my underwear. I thought I was doomed, so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground. His tongue was so agile; I could feel its strength even through my underwear, as if it were melting my heart." "When he stood up again, I think I had already had one or two orgasms. I don't know, I just stared blankly at him. He started to take off his trousers, which was really funny—a grown man wearing red briefs. I was laughing at first, but when I saw his huge, bulging member, I couldn't laugh anymore. Then he took off his underwear, and his thing was really... really big. I'd never seen anything so big before." Dongdong glanced at me furtively as she said this, as if worried that her words might hurt me. After all, in all her life, the only person she'd ever seen with a real erection was me. I smiled calmly and gestured for her to continue. "He was holding that huge thing, and he looked like he was going to... come on top of me. Suddenly, I was terrified for some reason, and I started crying again. Between sobs, I told him, 'If you really sleep with me, I'll jump off the roof. I mean it.' After saying that, I was crying so hard I couldn't say another word." Dongdong's eyes were red as she said this. She calmed down a bit before continuing, "He must have been terrified. He stood there for a while without saying a word, and then he begged me for forgiveness. His big thing was swaying back and forth in front of me, and I felt sorry for him, so I said, 'If you're in pain, I...I can...I can help you.'" Dongdong's face showed an infinitely shy expression again, which showed how shy and uneasy she must have been at the time, and hearing this made my blood boil. Dongdong glanced at me and then said, "He must have been so happy. He hugged and kissed me for a while before standing in front of me again. I figured since I'd already said I'd help him, I had to bite the bullet. His thing was so hot, it felt like I was getting an electric shock. I could see he was a little disappointed. He thought I'd use my mouth, but he didn't know that when I saw his red head, I really wanted to use my mouth, but I was too embarrassed. It was like his thing was deliberately making things difficult for me; I tried using my hand, but it wouldn't come out for ages. I could only look at him pleadingly. He was so mean, saying that if you're going to help someone, you should help them to the end. I felt panicked and embarrassed. I was worried that if he wanted to again, I really wouldn't be able to. I had no choice but to... I had to use my mouth." Dongdong buried his head deeply, unable to say anything more. I couldn't listen anymore either, because my penis was also at its peak. I instinctively grabbed it with my hand. In my mind, I saw a picture of another man's thick penis deep inside my wife's mouth, enjoying unparalleled tenderness. Dongdong looked at me, then at where my hands were, and said nothing. Suddenly, she moved, stood up, knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants, and skillfully pulled out my penis. Then, under my gaze, she gently opened her mouth and took the head of my penis in. I barely lasted long before ejaculating into Dongdong's mouth. Dongdong remained silent.She looked at me and swallowed the semen. "Is that how it is...?" I asked. Dongdong nodded gently, "Just like what I'm doing to you now." "Honey, are you really...really not angry with me? I did something I'm sorry for..." I looked at her and let her lean against me, "Why should I be angry with you? I know your heart is with me, that's enough." "But...but..." I stopped her from continuing, "And then?" "Then, you know what happened next." Dongdong smiled shyly. "I mean, what happened after that day." "Do you want to hear more?" Dongdong was surprised that I wanted to hear more. Actually, I wanted to know if Dongdong had already had a relationship with her boss. "Later. After that day, he didn't bother me much, only occasionally calling me to his office. I knew why he called me; sometimes it was for work, sometimes not. I felt sorry for you, but when I heard his phone, I couldn't help myself. But... but I didn't have that kind of relationship with him. At most... at most, I helped him when he was feeling down." "No wonder I felt your mouth seemed much more powerful; so that's another reason." "Honey, don't laugh at me!" She blushed and threw herself onto my lap, burying her face deeply in my thigh. I smiled and stroked her head, "Why would I laugh at you? You're my wife, why would I laugh at you?" I thought to myself, her boss is really lucky, always having such a beautiful little mouth from my Dongdong to satisfy him! "Aren't you really angry?" Her little face tilted up, gazing deeply at me, as if trying to see into my heart. I reached out and pulled Dongdong up, sitting her on my lap. "Silly girl, I'm really not angry. Aren't we doing well now?" "But... I'm afraid I won't be able to resist his temptations and will go that far. Honey, I... I really love you so much. You must never leave me, you must never leave me..." I gently patted her back. "Actually, it's all my fault. I had the strength to resist, but I don't know why, I kept thinking about what you said, so... so..." "I really didn't mean to blame you. No matter what you do, you'll always be Dongdong in my heart." "Why are you so good to me?" Dongdong said, hugging me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder. After a while, I heard Dongdong softly sobbing. From then on, Dongdong would show her gentle side every time she came back. I noticed a pattern: every few days, she would give me oral sex. Later, I realized that she had worked for her boss at the company and felt guilty, so she made up for it by doing this for me when she came back. Sometimes I would joke with her about whose semen tasted better, and she would always just smile without answering. But each time, she would tell me in detail what the boss had done to her, and she would show me her wet panties. Of course, this was at my request; I told her she had to tell me everything the boss did to her. At first, Dongdong was a little shy, but gradually she found that it made it easy for her to orgasm, and she accepted it. [The End]

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