A Day in the Life of a Pampered Wife

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Perhaps you wouldn't have guessed, but as she stood on the podium, lecturing earnestly, her elegant, well-fitting business suit concealed a body beneath which her thighs were clenched tightly—her vagina and uterus were overflowing with thick semen. A stream of semen had already breached the fabric of her black lace panties, slowly trickling down her thighs. There was so much semen that it slightly swelled her lower abdomen; the pressure and the effort to tighten her vaginal walls sent waves of pleasure through her, a constant, slight trembling emanating from her vagina and rushing to her brain and entire body. Her face and skin flushed and burned; the feeling of being rubbed and sucked lingered on her full breasts, which weren't bra-bound, and her erect nipples stood out clearly against her clothes. Her voice grew increasingly seductive, accompanied by soft panting. Unfortunately, the children below the podium were oblivious, only the growing number of parents picking up their children outside the window saw everything clearly. Unlike other classes where most parents were elderly or women, the parents picking up their children from my wife's class were all robust men. Even the male faculty members showed unusual interest in this class. They clearly knew that my wife's current alluring demeanor was due to their efforts throughout the day at different times and places, and that they would continue to try—I already knew that so much semen couldn't all be my contribution, although I'm quite capable myself. Chapter Two 7:00 As the light in the bedroom gradually brightened, my wife slowly woke up from her sleep, lazily stretching her limbs. The feeling of our passionate battle last night still lingered in her body. She couldn't help but turn her head, looking at me still asleep, a shy and happy smile appearing on her beautiful face. We were from the same hometown and were classmates in university. At the time, I was the youngest in the class, and my wife was a year older than me. I had never been in a relationship before, and no one expected that she, known as the "department beauty," would be won over by a "young lad" like me. Most of my competitors were intimidated by my wife's dignified, elegant, and aloof demeanor; they never even dared to hold her hand, and she had never kissed me before. But I, with my headstrong impulsiveness and a smattering of female psychology knowledge gleaned from the "sex education textbooks" I devoured in high school, gradually won her heart. I discovered that my wife actually had a vulnerable and submissive side; once you opened her heart, she would give herself completely. My wife had a strict upbringing, and her views on sex were very conservative. We started dating in our sophomore year of college, and it wasn't until my birthday in our final semester of senior year that she gave me her virginity, which she had treasured for over twenty years. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. After graduation, my wife returned to her hometown and became a teacher at a primary school in the county town; she loved her job. I quit my government job after half a year and started my own business; after a few years, I've achieved some success. With everything on track and more free time, we naturally got married, and we've been together for five years now. Our sex life has been incredibly fulfilling these past five years. My energy and desire are equally strong; I make love to my wife almost every day, always trying to find different ways. My wife, however, acts like it's her first time, maintaining a virginal reserve and shyness. She's so gentle and shy, it even gives one a sense of submissiveness. She accepts whatever I do, and this submissiveness sometimes makes me unsure whether she's willing or enduring, happy or in pain. But whatever it is, I crave that suffering expression and moaning from her; those expressions and moans always give me a sense of conquest, bringing me to overwhelming orgasms! My wife's lovemaking is incredibly sexy without being vulgar. No matter how much I arouse her, or how excited she is, she never shows any lewdness.I could only tell from her alluring eyes, her burning skin, her swaying hips, her controlled breathing, and the rapid flow of her love juices that my wife was also enjoying herself. She never initiated anything, only gently reminding me with her watery eyes and blushing cheeks. And whenever I needed her, she was always willing to oblige, making me happy as if it were her duty in our sex life. However, she had her own principles: I had to wear a condom because we didn't want children yet, and even if I was impatient, she would gently but firmly put one on for me; also, she didn't like oral or anal sex. Although I insisted, she had tried it once or twice, but never successfully, considering it "dirty" and painful. Aside from that, my wife was truly an excellent sexual partner. The wonderful blend of elegance and sensuality in her made me feel an uncontrollable desire whenever I saw her. Just like last night, we did it from 10 pm to midnight, leaving our marks everywhere from the living room to the bedroom. I changed positions at least seven or eight times, from missionary to doggy style. My wife's breathing and moans grew increasingly rapid, and her vaginal contractions became more powerful. When I carried her to the large mirror, showing her her flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, she let out a soft, coquettish sound, closed her eyes tightly, and squeezed me even tighter with her thighs. I could clearly feel the increased grip on my penis inside her vagina, and as I thrust in with all my might, I couldn't help but ejaculate. Even though there was a thin membrane between us, the heat hitting her uterus still made her let out a suppressed cry, and her love juice gushed from the vaginal walls. We reached orgasm simultaneously. In her dazed state, my wife bit my shoulder, and we collapsed onto the bed, too weak to even wipe away the sweat and love juice, falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms... My wife snapped out of her reverie, leaned down, and kissed the teeth marks on my shoulder with her full, rosy lips, smiling wistfully. She gently lifted the blanket, revealing my erect penis, still wrapped in last night's condom, its tip brimming with semen. A blush rose to my wife's face. She gently bit her lip, still holding the base of my penis with her left hand, while her slender, white fingers gently and slowly rolled the condom up, careful not to wake me. When the condom reached the tip, the overflowing semen seemed about to spill. My wife held my penis with one hand, and with the other, she grabbed a tissue from beside the pillow and wrapped it around the glans. With a gentle pull and a twist of her wrist, she caught the entire bag of semen without spilling a drop. This was almost a daily ritual for my wife, something she was now adept at. However, the stimulation of my sensitive area still made my body twitch a few times. My wife smiled softly, shrugged her bare shoulders, and got out of bed, carrying my bag of "seeds and grandchildren." I had intended to put on my underwear before going to the bathroom, but seeing the glistening, dried fluid between my legs from her body heat, I hesitated. My wife, however, remained naked and tiptoed out of the bedroom. As her soft footsteps disappeared outside the bedroom door, I suddenly opened my eyes. I had been awake for a while; I woke up at this time every day. I knew that my pure and dignified wife was about to begin her day of blissful intimacy. She had been diligently concealing all of this from me, striving to maintain her image as a virtuous wife in my eyes, because her heart was pure, her love for me had never wavered, and her actions were all for my reputation, all to maintain this marriage she cherished. But what my wife didn't know was that all of this was meticulously planned and orchestrated by me, and everything was under my control. Chapter 3, 7:10 It wasn't long before class started, and the tireless chatter of elementary school students could be faintly heard through the window. Because my wife's school was located in the city center, in a very good location, when the school built teachers' apartments, we decided to settle down there. This makes it very convenient for my wife to get to work; she can sleep at least half an hour longer in the morning and go straight to class on time. Through the half-open bedroom door, I could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom—my wife was washing away the traces of our lovemaking last night. My wife is very clean and has always been in the habit of showering twice a day. Back in college, I joked that her daily shower pass money was enough for me to buy a plate of cheat sheets in the cafeteria, for which she would call me a little stinky pig for barely showering a few times a month. Lately, she's been showering even more frequently, and I know why, of course. There's a bathtub in the ensuite bathroom, but my wife doesn't want to wake me, so she goes to the outer bathroom to shower. This makes things easier for me; I can prepare myself at my own pace every day. I got out of bed, quickly washed away the love fluid my wife had left on my lower abdomen in the ensuite bathroom, put on a nightgown, and quietly walked into the living room. Normally, my wife wouldn't hear any noise outside while she's showering, but to make this game last longer and provide greater stimulation, I decided to let her think I was still dreaming. I glanced at the swivel lock in the bathroom; it probably wasn't locked from the inside. That wasn't important; the important thing was the security door. I gently retracted the bolt of the security door lock, leaving it slightly ajar—enough for anyone suspicious. My wife has a bad memory; if I said she forgot to lock the door properly, she wouldn't suspect a thing. Now it was time to put my secret weapon, which I'd spent several days setting up, to use. I'd bought these pinhole cameras and monitors during a business trip to the provincial capital, and installing them discreetly, despite my lack of expertise, had been a real struggle. Although I'd tested the angles yesterday afternoon, I still checked each pinhole camera again: the two in the living room were on the TV wall and next to the picture frames above the sofa, looking like nail heads; the one on the balcony was on top of the storage cabinet; and the one in the kitchen was on top of the range hood—all places my wife couldn't see or notice. The bathroom camera is next to the water heater pipes, which is exactly what I need right now. As for the cameras in the bedroom and study, it seems I won't be able to use them until the afternoon at the earliest. Everything was ready, and I eagerly returned to the bedroom, took the monitor from my bedside table, and, with a pounding heart, turned it on and switched to the external bathroom camera… the picture quality was superb! The camera was positioned about 30 centimeters above a person's height, a perfect angle. Perhaps because the water temperature wasn't set too high, there was very little steam, and the camera's automatic dimming and focusing functions were excellent. My wife's body was clearly visible on the screen. It seems my money was well spent on this system. My wife was engrossed in washing her lower body, so her face wasn't visible, but her curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the picture: her firm breasts, like two trembling milk jellies, jiggled with her movements, and her two bright red nipples, like cherries on the jellies, were exceptionally tender; her slender yet strong waist swayed gracefully, her flat abdomen was free of any excess fat, and her full, round buttocks seemed to defy gravity, perking up perfectly. The most attractive features of a woman were combined so perfectly in my wife! This was all thanks to her long-term exercise, and of course, not just in bed. My wife had practiced rhythmic gymnastics since childhood, and even won a medal at the provincial university games in college! My wife had strong muscles and taut skin, and a pair of long legs that were uncommon among East Asians, which made her genitals appear high, perfectly meeting the requirements of a fine art model. Her fair skin was almost flawless, her long, black hair glistening with water. This striking contrast of black and white, this voluptuous body—was this the woman I shared my bed with every day, the "public wife" I had intentionally created for the students' parents and teachers? Was she the "public toilet" that any man in the neighborhood could use at will? But when she looked up, I saw a face radiating pure elegance, a pair of bright eyes—where was there even a trace of harlotry? This beautiful body was like a spring scene from a classical oil painting, utterly captivating. I couldn't help but ask myself, was everything I was doing right? Undoubtedly, my perverse desires were greatly satisfied; I was almost constantly excited by my wife's physical experiences. But what about my wife? Was this deception or harm? How would she react if she knew that most of the men who took her body were arranged by her husband? However, I seemed to have noticed that my wife was gradually becoming accustomed to this continuous stream of immoral sexual intercourse, deriving increasing pleasure from it. So, we were a win-win situation? When did all this begin? Oh, that brings me back to those guys I've been obsessed with since college—Giant Bean, Asian Love, Wuji, and Sex Tiger… My thoughts drifted further and further away, so much so that I didn't even notice a man's hand appearing on the small screen in the living room. He gently pulled open the slightly ajar security door, then closed it again with practiced ease, turning and heading straight for the bathroom without even glancing around. Clearly, this was a regular; he knew my wife and I'd perfectly well, knowing exactly when I was sleeping in the bedroom and my wife was showering in the bathroom. I was still lost in thought when the man reached the bathroom door and tried to turn the lock. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality. All thoughts of remorse vanished, replaced by a powerful urge to spy on my wife's infidelity. A man…It's always the penis that dictates the brain! I steadied myself and stared at the screen. From this angle, I could only see the back of the man standing outside the bathroom. I couldn't help but grit my teeth in regret. But I wouldn't have to wait long; the bathroom camera would soon be put to use. Before this system was installed, although I opened the security door almost every morning, and every few days some audacious man would sneak in, I could only strain my ears through the door. Sometimes I could tell from his tone and accent, and sometimes from the name my wife blurted out in surprise who the man was. But most of the time, all I could hear were my wife's surprised voice, the man's lustful, impatient, and lewd sounds, short bursts of resistance and struggle, my wife's soft pleas being muffled by a gag; then the sounds of flesh colliding, the man's excited, heavy breathing, and my wife's increasingly clear but deliberately suppressed moans; then the strange, strained sounds coming from the man's throat, followed by brief silence, and finally the sounds of my wife sighing and washing up after the man hurriedly closed the door and left; and of course, the sound of my wife's footsteps as she listened for any movement at the bedroom door. I could only guess who it was, and then spend the whole day lining up all the male faculty members in the school: I knew that anyone entering the faculty apartment at this time in the morning couldn't possibly be a student's parent or anyone else. This frustration of deduction led me to decide to install this video system with sound; today, I would finally fulfill my long-held wish to "live stream"! The figure on the screen turned the bathroom doorknob—sure enough, it wasn't locked! It seems my wife lowered her guard these past few days because I hadn't opened the door as usual due to the installation plan (she occasionally remembers to close the door when I leave it open, which is when the impatient man outside suffers). Hearing the doorknob turn, my wife, who was drying herself with a large towel on the bathroom screen, instinctively stopped. I saw a complex expression on her face: surprise, worry, suspicion, resistance, and perhaps a glimmer of hope. The doorknob turned to its full extent, and the door slowly opened, revealing a man's figure to my wife and the camera. I'm truly sorry for taking up so much of everyone's time! This is my first time writing, and my writing is quite clumsy. I've hit a bottleneck: on the one hand, I need to describe the present situation and clearly explain the past within a single day. This inevitably requires careful consideration of the length and structure of each section, something someone as inexperienced as myself cannot easily manage. This "balance" has been troubling me for days, preventing me from continuing. On the other hand, I lacked experience in writing about "techniques" and "processes," and my inspiration dried up after a few strokes. I truly admire all the great writers who can write so eloquently and creatively! If you find the H-section too dry, I apologize in advance! Thank you all for your support of my first work; your responses are my motivation to keep going! Chapter 4, 7:20 "Cheng Bin?" "Teacher Cheng?" My wife and I called out at the same time, but I was in the bedroom, just inches away, facing this man who was "secretly" raping my wife through a webcam, while my wife was naked in our own bathroom, facing this man who wasn't her husband. "Teacher Cheng?" My wife's everyday work-like address came out, but her hands instinctively raised a towel to cover her high breasts. Her fair body seemed to suddenly feel cold and trembled slightly. Her full buttocks and smooth shoulders, facing the webcam, suddenly contracted upwards, and her entire tall back looked like a frightened kitten. I had overheard countless times, or heard the men I arranged vividly recount her sudden reaction to a lecherous man, but this was the first time I had witnessed it so vividly before my eyes. Such intense psychological stimulation caused my penis to instantly harden, like lightning. My surprise wasn't because Cheng Bin was a new addition to the "watering" group; he had been inside my wife's body at least dozens of times before. My surprise stemmed from the coincidence: the first man I arranged for my wife was Cheng Bin, the first among those lustful men to possess her body; and now, he was the first to have his way with her right under my nose after I installed the hidden camera. How could he be so lucky? "Yes, it's me. Happy now?" Cheng Bin said with a sly grin on the camera, having already taken off his coat in the living room, unbuckling his belt as he spoke, making him appear even more eager. Actually, Cheng Bin was a rather outstanding man, at least outwardly. He was my wife's physical education teacher at school. His tall, muscular physique, honed by years of exercise, and his sharply defined features—thick eyebrows, large eyes, and the kind of "prince" figure women subconsciously crave—were partly due to this. My choice of Cheng Bin as the first man to possess my wife's body was also driven by this consideration: as the first man besides her husband to forcibly take her body, I couldn't afford to elicit any physical aversion from her; any other reactions could be gradually soothed. Moreover, as a woman with a normal, natural appreciation for beauty, I could see that my wife harbored a subtle attraction to Cheng Bin, which made my planning all the more exciting, fueling a strange impulse within me… "What do you want to do? Get out!" my wife whispered, her heart clenching as if gripped tightly by a large hand. She knew very well what was about to happen; this had been repeated countless times in her life. The man before her was the one who had caused her to become so promiscuous, the one who had taken her virginity, and all the men, all the penises, that followed were pioneers set by this man! Whether it was the education she received from childhood or her guilt towards her husband (actually, it was me who should feel guilty), everything should have made the wife hate Cheng Bin to the core. However, the wife couldn't explain what she was feeling: Why did she feel a constant surge of desire that day? Why was her husband, who never drank, drunk that day? Why did Cheng Bin appear so conveniently when her heart was wavering? Why did she still have this inappropriate attraction to him even now? (The wife didn't know that Cheng Bin was at most the first vibrator I had chosen for her.) I was the culprit who created her into a "toilet"! Of course, the wife also didn't know why she had become so "lustful" and so desperate that day; because I had added a trace of aphrodisiac to the milk she drank that day.) "Why bother? We've been married for so long, what's there to be embarrassed about?" "You're shameless! My husband is next door, he's about to get up, get out of here!" the wife whispered, her originally gentle and mellow voice becoming a little hoarse with tension. Actually, she was also very conflicted. She wanted to use me to drive this man away, but she was also afraid that I would actually wake up, and then all her efforts and sacrifices would be in vain. Wasn't her first loss of virginity precisely because she was afraid of waking her husband? That day, at the school's family social gathering, I deliberately drank too much. Cheng Bin, whom I had arranged beforehand, drove me home. With his instructions, he raped my wife on the sofa in the living room, while I, pretending to be drunk, excitedly listened to everything from the bed in the bedroom. Through the crack in the bedroom door, I stared intently at my wife's face, a mixture of grief and suppressed sensuality, as she was being raped, filled with guilt and excitement. "Your husband? Don't worry, he's sleeping soundly. How could he know that his wife is cheating on him? You're not really going to wake him up, are you?" Cheng Bin knew his wife's weakness and deliberately raised his voice. He had already taken off his clothes, and a thick, hard penis was trembling between his legs—it was about to enter my wife's body! The camera focused on Cheng Bin's exceptionally strong physique. His bronze skin taut over his undulating muscles, exuding a powerful masculine scent and allure. Even I envied him for this; although I was a key defender on my university soccer team, my physical attributes couldn't compare to his. His wife, as expected, succumbed to this seemingly infallible promise. Her legs buckled, and she involuntarily took two steps back. Cheng Bin seized the opportunity, stepping forward to embrace her fair body. A strong masculine aura instantly enveloped her. This familiar scent, the powerful physique, and the internal struggle between desire and morality sent shivers down her spine. Her beautiful eyes became misty. She knew what was about to happen, but her heart instinctively resisted, clinging to the last vestige of purity within her soul. Each time felt like the first time she was raped by another man; each time she struggled to resist the man's penis and her own physical needs, even though she knew how futile this resistance was, especially against this strong man holding her so tightly. The show was about to begin! In the bedroom, I was restless with excitement, my penis rock hard. Through the high-resolution camera, I could see my wife's fair and slender body tightly intertwined with Cheng Bin's bronzed and muscular physique in the bathroom outside. The white towel was still limply held to her chest by my wife; Cheng Bin ripped it off, instantly revealing his fiery pectoral muscles and my wife's high, full breasts.They were pressed together without any obstruction. The wife couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," her slender waist held tightly in Cheng Bin's arms, unable to move. Her upper body instinctively leaned back, arching like a bow on the screen in front of me. Even through the microphone and headphones, I could still hear the multiple meanings in that soft cry. With one hand, she futilely tried to pry Cheng Bin's arms from her waist, while with the other, she managed to break free, weakly pushing against his chest. But to me, it seemed more like a feigned resistance. Perhaps all men have a beastly potential; the wife's resistance only fueled Cheng Bin's intense desire. Although he had possessed this woman's body many times before, how could such beautiful flesh ever tire of him? The pleasure of defiling another man's wife, especially the thrill of knowing that her husband was next door, perhaps even eavesdropping (I had no idea I was watching), made Cheng Bin's penis as hard as a rock, thrusting between the wife's long legs. The wife weakly clamped her thighs together, hoping that this would hold onto her last line of defense. Cheng Bin knew full well that in this environment and under his assault, his wife's resistance wouldn't last long—she was already breathing slightly heavily. He turned her small head and kissed her full, rosy lips. The slight stubble of his beard brushed against her smooth, tender face, making him feel aroused, but his wife still tightly pursed her lips, letting Cheng Bin's mouth ravage her face. Cheng Bin smiled lewdly and shifted his target: one hand still held his wife's waist, controlling her feeble resistance, his fingers not idle, constantly kneading the firm skin on her slender waist. His other hand traveled down her sharp, smooth shoulders and back to her full, slightly upturned buttocks, caressing her plump flesh. The rich, fleshy sensation in his hands stimulated both of their minds, and their breathing became heavy. Cheng Bin lowered his head and skillfully found his wife's breast with his lips, extending his tongue to lick it back and forth, occasionally sucking on the nipple or flicking it with his tongue. His wife's heavy breasts trembled with the movement of his tongue, a current flowing from her breasts throughout her body; her rosy nipples, disobeying his wishes, gradually became engorged and erect. His wife's hands weakly pushed against Cheng Bin, her head tilting back limply, her long, black hair swaying like willow branches with his movements. The sensations in her body grew stronger, but her consciousness slowly blurred, and she murmured as if in a dream, "No...don't...do this, quickly...let...go...please..." A continuous stream of pleasure surged within her; her two long, white thighs unconsciously rubbed and contracted, and her untouched genitals became sensitive, her vagina burning hot; she could even feel a trickle of lubrication being secreted. Her breathing grew increasingly seductive, and Cheng Bin sensitively noticed this. His hands, which had been encircling her waist, slowly released their hold and moved towards her genitals. His fingers gently tugged at the soft pubic hair, kneading the tender flesh of her vaginal opening. His wife slightly retreated, as if trying to escape the intrusion of this hand—not her husband's—on her sensitive, private area. But Cheng Bin's fingers, like a nimble multi-headed snake, followed closely, greedily kneading her vulva. His technique was remarkably skillful; he deliberately avoided penetrating her vagina, instead providing continuous stimulation to her vulva. Her labia slowly became engorged with blood, parting slightly, releasing a faint scent of vaginal fluid. Under Cheng Bin's skillful caresses, her clitoris gradually hardened, highlighting the protective barrier of her labia, further attracting his fingers to relentlessly attack and pluck it. Each of Cheng Bin's advances sent ripples through his wife's nervous system, causing her body to writhe with increasing intensity. Even on the monitor, I could clearly see my wife's skin turn crimson, a flush of desire rising on her beautiful face as she twisted and turned. Her suppressed moans grew increasingly seductive, striking my heart through the headphones. Her entire vagina felt burning hot, as if even her uterus had turned into semi-molten lava. More love fluid secreted from her vagina, wetting Cheng Bin's palm. Cheng Bin wiped up some of the sticky fluid, smelled it, and even I could almost smell that familiar, sweet fragrance. Cheng Bin held his hand full of love fluid in front of his wife's eyes. "Look, you're so wet. You need it too, don't you? What are you pretending for?" he whispered in her ear. Unexpectedly, my wife, already lost in passion, still retained a last shred of consciousness. What Cheng Bin saw as flirtatious words ignited her shame. She instinctively avoided the fluid she had secreted, using her last bit of willpower to try and pull herself out of the whirlpool of desire. "I was raped, how can I feel this way?" My wife twisted her body, trying to break free from Cheng Bin's embrace. "Oh...please...please, let...me go...ah..." This kind of soft moaning with a sob in her voice was like Viagra to a man; both Cheng Bin's and my penises became erect as if on command. I could only pinch myself with my hands, while Cheng Bin's penis pounded against my wife's lower abdomen, like the sounding of the war drums for a general offensive. His excellent athleticism came in handy; his movements became swift, grabbing my wife's arms and pushing her against the wall, stabilizing her struggling body. My wife twisted and turned, panting, weakly crying out, "What...are you going to do...? Let...me go..." "What am I going to do? We've done it so many times already, what do you think I'm going to do?" Cheng Bin grinned lewdly, using one knee to push between my wife's legs, easily separating her tightly clenched thighs, and a menacing penis followed, thrusting between her legs. The penis was so erect, pointing upwards without its owner's help, the glans, swollen purple with heat and lust, automatically pressing against my wife's vulva. Frankly, because Cheng Bin was taller than me, his penis was also larger. Finally, I could see another man's penis inserted into my wife's vagina, and this penis was even larger than mine, making me even more excited! I suppressed my pounding heart and aching penis, my hands trembling as I zoomed in: Cheng Bin's penis moved back and forth between my wife's thighs, the vaginal fluid wetting it, gleaming silver under the light and the high-resolution lens. My wife's constant writhing only served to coat Cheng Bin's penis with her own secretions, the glistening fluid wetting her thick pubic hair. The glans moved against my wife's vulva, occasionally parting her labia, teasing her sensitive clitoris, and even penetrating the vaginal opening. Each time this happened, my wife tensed up, as if her fortress had fallen. The lewd atmosphere in the air grew increasingly intense, and the three men caught in the throes of lust began to change: I, sitting in the bedroom holding the monitor and rubbing my penis, and Cheng Bin, embracing his wife in the bathroom, both grew increasingly hard, while the body of the woman being raped grew increasingly limp. "Ugh... let... go... stop... oh... oh..." The words of resistance emanating from her red lips gradually turned into seductive gasps and moans, and her two fair thighs involuntarily spread wider and wider. Faced with such a beautiful and alluring female body, Cheng Bin could no longer restrain himself. He freed one hand and aimed his penis, hard as an iron rod, at the entrance of his wife's moist and smooth vagina, slowly pushing the swollen, mushroom-like glans into her vagina. His wife's body seemed to be lifted up slowly, her beautiful face, with its luscious red lips slightly parted, uttered an "oh..." Cheng Bin's glans entered my wife's vagina. Years of gymnastics training had tightened his pelvic area, and the intense heat of the touch sent electric shocks through his senses. He thrust his hips forward recklessly, and his hot, hard penis plunged deep into her vagina. "He finally went in!" Seeing someone else's penis enter my wife's body for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Caught up in extreme excitement, neither Cheng Bin nor I noticed that my wife, her lower body being thrust into by his penis, murmured something. If the microphone had been any more sensitive, I would have heard my unfaithful wife say, "Husband... I'm sorry..."

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