An unprepared exchange

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*Beep beep beep* My phone beeped with a QQ message. It startled me, as I was deep in thought about work. Luckily, I have a private office, so it wouldn't cause any problems.

I opened the QQ window.

"We're planning to come to City A this weekend. Want to hang out?" The message was from Jie, an online friend from out of town, over 200 kilometers away, only a little over an hour by high-speed train.

"I need to go home and ask her. You know how it is," I replied after a moment's thought.

"Looks like you still have a lot of work to do. It's just a casual get-together, nothing more. We're traveling with a child, so it might be inconvenient if anything happens," Jie replied.

"That shouldn't be a problem, right? When are you arriving?" "Before noon, depending on what time we get our high-speed train tickets." "Okay, call me when you arrive, I'll treat you to lunch." "Sure." After a few simple questions and answers, we went offline.

Although it was just a few words, it stirred a flutter in my heart. Although it was still a few steps away from what I imagined, taking that first real step towards meeting made my heart pound like it did when I was young. My thoughts were a jumbled mess; I didn't want to do anything but look forward to the video call with my wife that evening.

Dinner at the company cafeteria tasted like nothing. I declined my colleagues' invitations to go out for a few games and returned early to my company-provided single dormitory. I opened my laptop and idly browsed online news.

At 9:30 pm, the QQ notification for a video call rang on my computer. I hurriedly clicked "accept." The screen flashed, revealing a fair-skinned woman. She was simply wearing a white shirt, sitting lazily in front of the computer, her wet hair simply tied in a bun.

"Hello, my dear wife!" I excitedly typed.

"So good today, didn't go out having fun?" "Nothing is more important than meeting my wife." "I didn't realize you'd learned to be so sweet-talking after only a few months away. You must use this to charm your female colleagues all the time." "Honestly, I'm as pure as a sheet of paper to them." "You mean toilet paper?" "With such a stunning wife at home, who would bother going out and playing around with other women? We're not even satisfied with what we have at home." "Really?" Her tone clearly betrayed distrust.

"Of course." I felt a little guilty. "Honey, your shirt is buttoned up too high." I quickly changed the subject.

"Really?" My wife lowered her head, deliberately thrusting her chest forward. Even in a loose white shirt, it couldn't hide the beautiful curves accentuated by her impressive ample bosom. The two round, full curves seemed to fill every inch of her chest, and the two bulges created by the deliberately small shirt clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Yeah, but there's still some exposure." I swallowed hard.

"You mean like this?" My wife turned slightly, presenting her chest to the camera. In the dim light, a glimpse of her stunningly fair skin flashed across her face.

"You're getting more and more flamboyant," I typed, adding a drooling emoji.

"No way," my wife chuckled in the video. "This is real flamboyance." She parted her lips slightly, her bright red tongue lightly brushing against her luscious red lips—so natural, so unpretentious, yet it instantly made my mouth dry.

"Don't do anything inappropriate," I said, contradicting myself.

"What do you mean, 'do anything inappropriate'?" My wife giggled, reaching to unbutton the first button of her shirt. When she reached the third, perhaps because the shirt's bust size was too small, her full breasts were already protesting the shirt's constraints. Halfway unbuttoned, the buttons seemed to be pulled open by an invisible force, revealing a pair of full, white breasts that eagerly sprang out in two astonishing curves, trembling before my eyes.

"I finally understand what your nosebleed-prone student feels." "I even had a feeling I was about to get a nosebleed. It's a true story. My wife is a middle school Chinese teacher, and she's always dressed in a professional suit. Once, while she was explaining classical Chinese to her students in her blazer, she didn't notice that the third button on her shirt had popped open. She kept calling the students to stand next to her, seemingly oblivious to her exposed skin, until a boy standing next to her got a nosebleed.

'You're asking for it!' This has always been my wife's most embarrassing moment. Even though she's been married for many years, she still blushes every time she talks about it.

After a bit of teasing, my wife ultimately didn't go any further. You see, in the end, I still have to rely on my 'fifth finger,' which, in her words, is a pure waste of ammunition; it's better to save it for myself.

'A friend and his wife are coming over this weekend,' I told her when I had the chance.

'Where are they from?' 'City A.' She seemed to sense something and answered after a long pause: 'What are they coming for?' 'To take the kids to Happy Valley. We'll go together.' 'Uh...'" She replied with a single word, seemingly without pressing me further about this friend I had never mentioned, or perhaps she actually knew what I meant by "friend."

My name is Mo Qing, I'm 36 years old, a civil servant working alone in another city. My wife, Su Jing, is five years younger than me, a middle school Chinese teacher, 162 cm tall, with a serene appearance. Since college, she's been known as a "goddess" to many men. Even now, after having given birth, she still maintains an enviable figure of 88D-64-90, radiating a mature charm that almost instantly captivates any man with a predatory gaze. Countless times, in my unintentional observations, I've seen men talking to her seemingly casually glancing at her chest and their eyes flashing with desire. Fortunately, this angel-devil hybrid had long ago... I picked her as early as her junior year of college; I was her first love.

I remember a netizen once said: every man has a devil in his heart. I'm no exception. With such a beauty at home, I actually couldn't be interested in any other ordinary women. However, as time went on, I inevitably discovered that even the most beautiful things can become tiresome. I started paying attention to other married women (strangely enough, I've always had a soft spot for married women), and a kind of unspeakable fantasy lingered in my mind: when we were newly married, I often joked with my wife during sex that any man would turn into a wolf in front of her, willing to do anything for her. Ten years into our marriage, after a particularly intense sexual encounter, I lingered on her chest for almost... The perfect roundness made me sigh, "It's such a pity we can't share something so wonderful." My wife, astonished, fiercely called me a pervert. This made me start to confront my own inner self. Coupled with repeatedly resisting various temptations while alone, I suddenly felt there was a way to solve this problem effectively. The devil finally began to emerge from the deepest recesses of my being, constantly tempting me. Until one day, after struggling to resist external temptations once again, I uttered the word "exchange" while discussing my struggles with my wife on QQ.

Naturally, this idea was rejected outright by my wife, who, despite our intimate relationship, remained traditional at heart. She even told me very seriously: "If you have such perverted thoughts again..." Divorce wasn't out of the question. This hit me hard, and I seemed to lose all interest in sex. Even when I came home once a week, I became perfunctory in bed, sometimes unable to get an erection for ages, and even after watching porn, I showed little interest.

If it weren't for one of her best friends working at the same company and knowing my daily whereabouts, she would have almost suspected I was having an affair. This situation continued for several months. Then one day, I copied a few adult films with a friend. One of them was called "Husband's Face Sex," and after watching only half of it, I suddenly got an erection. Before watching the next one, I couldn't wait to drag her to do it. That time, unusually, I made my wife climax several times. After she went limp, she softly said, "You're really sick." "Because of my 'illness,' she slowly started talking to me about topics I was interested in. Although I could tell she still resisted deep down, she no longer verbally opposed me. I didn't dare to go too far, and often I wouldn't explain things clearly. She remained noncommittal about what kind of couple I wanted or what my requirements were. We tacitly avoided bringing things up, but we both knew what they were about, just like the couple who came this time.

On the weekend, I went home early, because I was looking forward to something, and I didn't make any demands of my wife. Knowing what was going on, my wife didn't ask for anything either. And surprisingly, we both went to bed early, somewhat awkwardly."

The next morning around 9 a.m., I received a call from them saying they would arrive in half an hour. I quickly drove with my wife and daughter to the high-speed rail station.

"Do you think you can recognize them like this?" my wife, who had been silent the whole way, suddenly asked.

"Easy to recognize," my wife's words made my heart skip a beat: she really did know them, and she didn't object. As for how easy to recognize them, I couldn't really explain it.

At 10:15 a.m., the high-speed rail arrived on time. Watching the crowd pouring out, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Although I knew what was going on, it would still be very embarrassing if I didn't recognize them. Fortunately, they were indeed easy to recognize, or perhaps we were truly destined to meet. Although we had video chatted online once or twice, when the couple came out, I recognized them at a glance: the husband was handsome and the wife was beautiful. The man used to be a fitness instructor and now owned his own fitness club—a very handsome man; let's call him Qiang. Qiang's wife, Yanni, is slightly taller than my wife. She used to be a Taobao model, a typical sexy and beautiful woman. The man, with his muscular arms, was carrying a boy who looked about four or five years old. I glanced at my wife; it was the first time I'd met them , and she was blushing slightly.

Luckily, I had spoken with both of them beforehand, so there weren't many awkward silences. They also seemed to know about my family's situation, and aside from deliberately avoiding certain topics, they were clearly trying to please my wife. The first meeting was actually quite simple: both families took their children to the amusement park. Their little boy was particularly fond of my daughter, constantly following her around, which gave both couples a chance to talk privately.

They seemed very satisfied with us, but I wondered how my wife felt. Even though I knew she was aware of everything, I still wasn't confident enough to break the ice. Regardless, everyone had a great day at the amusement park, and my wife seemed to have shrugged off the questions she was deliberately avoiding, treating it as a normal family gathering.

I had specially arranged dinner at a farmhouse restaurant by a reservoir. The owner's chubby Chow Chow caught the attention of the two little ones, who took turns holding and playing with it, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Finally, our two families were able to sit together in a bit of quiet. Watching the two little ones running around the yard, shouting and laughing, filled me with a sense of contentment. The two families felt like longtime friends, communicating and laughing without any barriers, and my mood relaxed without me even realizing it.

There were quite a few guests for dinner, so it would take some time for the food to be served. However, since we weren't in a hurry, we had more time to chat. During our conversation, I secretly glanced at my wife several times. Today, she was deliberately dressed in a conservative business suit—a shirt and trousers—but she didn't seem to realize that no matter what kind of shirt she wore, it couldn't hide her ample bosom. In fact, the fitted design accentuated her grandeur even more. Qiang's gaze towards my wife flickered with an unusual light, and she clearly noticed it, looking away nervously each time she met his intense gaze. I was also secretly observing Yanni. Unlike my wife, she wasn't voluptuous; she was slimmer. Her white, tight-fitting pencil skirt swayed perfectly, outlining her alluring figure. Combined with her long, slender, fair legs, she looked like a captivating office lady. Qiang had told me she used to be a butt model on Taobao, which made me, even though I knew she was sitting upright, unable to resist glancing down at her every now and then. Yanni clearly noticed, and somewhat awkwardly pulled her short skirt forward in front of her crossed legs, though it wasn't much. I coughed awkwardly a few times, picking up my teacup to cover it up. Qiang chuckled and stood up: "Going to the restroom." Qiang's departure seemed to relieve my wife. Yanni smiled slyly, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "What do you think of my husband?" My wife's head buzzed, almost instantly losing the ability to think. "What did you say?" Her voice sounded strange.

“What do you think of my husband?” Yanni deliberately raised her voice, just loud enough for me to hear.

My wife’s face flushed red to her ears: “What do you mean?” “What do you mean is whether you’re satisfied or not?” Yanni didn’t bother to lower her voice anymore.

“What does that have to do with me?” my wife answered somewhat flusteredly.

Yanni giggled, not pressing further to avoid embarrassing my wife. I also noticed that when Qiang returned, my wife, her face flushed, could barely look him in the eye, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

Our first meeting ended just like that. They parted on good terms, and my wife seemed to have forgotten her earlier embarrassment. Although she was still a little awkward under Qiang’s intense gaze, she was at least no longer avoiding him like before.

After dropping Qiang’s family off at the hotel, we took our sleeping daughter home. As soon as we entered the house, my wife rushed into the bathroom, saying she smelled terrible and needed to take a shower. Our awake daughter occupied the other toilet. Just then, I suddenly started having stomach cramps and hurriedly urged her to come out. She had to leave after only a few minutes of showering, complaining as she came out. After relaxing on the toilet for a while, I glanced to the side and noticed my wife's clothes piled up in the laundry basket next to the sink, with her black underwear on top. Hmm, why is it shiny? I remember it being a solid color. Curious, I got up and picked it up. There was a small wet patch in the crotch area of the black underwear; it felt slippery and sticky when I gently pinched it with my fingers.

Ah, I see. I smiled knowingly.

That night, I was unusually vigorous, and my wife responded with a slightly wilder response. The unusual wetness she felt down there surprised me. She kept her eyes closed the whole time.

After that pleasant first meeting, our communication with the Qiang couple became much smoother. We even video-chatted a few times online, just normal conversation, and no one mentioned anything else. During this time, Qiang also added my wife on QQ and chatted with her twice. Qiang was always mysterious about what they talked about, and my wife was also hesitant to tell me. The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye, and Qiang invited us to take the kids to their place to play in the sea. My wife readily agreed, even putting on a floral maxi dress. However, upon arrival, we discovered they were dozens of kilometers from the beach. Qiang explained that his younger sister, a kindergarten teacher, would take the two children to a two-day summer camp, where they would sleep overnight.

I didn't know what this meant, but I saw my wife blush and look away with a slightly panicked expression when she heard this.

We spent the morning playing with the children until noon when Qiang's sister-in-law decided to take them to the summer camp for lunch with the other children. Qiang drove us to the beach and arranged a private seaside room at a five-star hotel restaurant. The restaurant was perched on a cliff behind the beach, with small square tables and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea. A grand piano sat in one corner of the room—it was indeed a high-class place.

Once inside, Qiang suggested we switch seats to create a more relaxed atmosphere, and both wives agreed. However, it was the first time for all four of us to be in such a relatively enclosed space, and there was a bit of awkwardness. Our conversation was disjointed, partly because the two men who were trying to create the atmosphere weren't really paying attention. I saw Qiang propping his cheek up with his right hand, turning to face his wife and saying something haphazardly, his left hand under the table. His wife, head down, avoided his gaze, replying in broken sentences, occasionally glancing up at me with a startled look, only to lower her head again when she realized I wasn't paying much attention. While observing my wife, I also kept an eye on Yanni beside me. She was wearing an orange-red halter-neck dress with a plunging neckline, revealing a deep cleavage that lingered in my eyes most of the time.

"What do you like to eat?" Yanni said, taking the menu from the waiter and then asking him to leave before handing it to me, her arm brushing against mine as she did so.

"I'm not familiar with the dishes here, can you analyze them for me?" I said to Yanni. She agreed and leaned closer, flipping through the menu with me. Inadvertently, her ample bosom would brush against my arm, letting me feel its amazing elasticity.

"How is this dish made?" I held the menu up in front of me and Yanni with my left hand, pointing at it with my right.

"Which dish?" Yanni leaned closer again, but unexpectedly, my right hand slipped down and touched her thigh.

"You're really bold," Yanni whispered, glancing across at the other side and finding that Qiang and Jing weren't looking this way. She didn't say anything more.

Jenny's legs were very rounded, her skin as smooth as if sprinkled with talcum powder, instantly making me erect.

Jenny obviously noticed, giggling, "Men really aren't any good." "All? Have you been with a lot of men?" I awkwardly reached into my pants with my left hand and spread my throbbing member apart.

"Yeah, how about it?" Jenny defiantly raised her head and puffed out her chest, making her cleavage even more prominent.

"So big." I stared lecherously at that cleavage.

"It's still not as big as your wife's." "You can even tell that." "My husband said so." She whispered in my ear, her warm breath tickling my ear.

"This pervert." I was already quite familiar with Qiang.

"I heard you used to be a butt model?" I asked her softly, my right hand already hooking between her legs as I spoke, lifting her skirt, lingering on her inner thighs for a while, then suddenly my index finger plunged into her valley, pressing between her warm, moist vulva, where I could already feel the wetness.

"You get wet so fast," I whispered in her ear, gently nibbling her earlobe.

"You're so naughty," she said, slightly breathless.

"So, do you prefer good men or bad men?" I pressed my finger harder.

"That depends on how naughty you can be," Jenny said, her eyes glazed over.

"I want to see how alluring a butt model's butt is." My finger moved rapidly between her legs, between her panties.

"You'll see soon enough."

Jenny's skin was glistening with moisture, and her legs were soaked, making my index finger feel sticky.

"So much water. I love women who are wet." "I licked her earlobe.

She moaned softly, barely able to speak, but her legs clamped tightly around my wriggling hand. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, and still managed to hold onto the upright menu to prevent it from falling over. My nimble right hand wasn't satisfied with just that; my ring finger groped for the edge of Jenny's already soaked panties and pulled them out. She subtly lifted her legs, allowing me to easily pull open her panties. My three fingers instantly plunged into a slippery, wet place. Two exceptionally tender labia enveloped my fingers, and moisture seeped from between them, making my hand slick. I loved this feeling, though. I gently probed between her labia, and Jenny trembled all over. Her legs seemed to want to open wider, yet also wanted to tighten further, her whole body distorted from sitting.

"Clang!" Her momentary loss of control caused a spoon on the table to fly up, hitting the table and bouncing onto the carpet, startling all four of us.

I bent down to pick it up, but saw that under the opposite table, my wife's skirt had been lifted up to her thighs, and Qiang's hand was trying to reach between her legs. Knowing I had seen everything, my wife panicked and squeezed her legs together, desperately trying to stop Qiang with her hands. The two were entangled.

"What are you doing? Taking so long to pick up a spoon," Jenny slapped me.

I smiled and stood up: "There's a peep show down there." "Really? Is it interesting?" Jenny replied meaningfully, her eyes glancing across the table.

My wife panicked even more, while Qiang looked at us smugly, his right hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing my wife's chest.

"Ah!" "My wife, terrified, quickly covered her chest with both hands, but then I saw a shiver run down below, and I knew she had already given in. She barely dared to look at me, her eyes closed, and I could see her hands were still struggling against Qiang's advances, but with Qiang's cunning touch from above and a further sneak attack from below, my wife quickly succumbed and gave up struggling.

Seeing my wife like this for the first time left me speechless, almost forgetting Yanni beside me.

At this moment, Qiang became bolder, switching hands inside, and my wife only offered a token resistance before giving up. Qiang gently put his left arm around my wife's shoulder." My wife leaned against him. Under the table, Qiang's right hand had already slipped under her panties, lightly touching and flicking the pubic hair above her cleavage. My wife kept her eyes closed, not daring to look at me. Seeing her acquiescence, Qiang smiled provocatively at me, his left hand reaching under my wife's left armpit, slowly but firmly unzipping the side of her dress. Without hesitation, he slipped his hand inside, his four fingers deftly pulling her bra up to her breasts. A strange man's large hand then grasped the round, jade-like breasts I had previously treasured.

"They're really big," Qiang said, ecstatically. "At least a 36D." His fingers teased the cute little nipples on his wife's breasts, and he felt them quickly harden. He could hear his wife's soft panting.

Watching Qiang tease his wife, my lower body swelled to its limit, my head felt like it was going to explode, and my lower body felt like an eel trying to find a hole to crawl into. Just then, a hand touched between my legs—it was Yanni.

"They're so big." Yanni looked at me, then leaned down and kissed my breasts through my pants. I felt my zipper slowly being pulled down.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a sudden knock on the door. The four of us were so startled we almost jumped up, completely forgetting we were in a hotel.

"I'm going to the bathroom." His wife, her face flushed, pushed Qiang away and hurried towards the bathroom, pulling down her bra, which was already squeezed up to her neck, and quickly zipping it up.

"Me too," Qiang reacted quickly, winking at me. Just as his wife was about to close the bathroom door, Qiang kicked it shut.

"Ah! What are you doing? Get out!" "My wife was terrified.

'Shh, don't shout, the waiter is coming in.' The bathroom door had just closed when the waiter came in and asked if we could order. I tried hard to hear what was going on in the bathroom; my mind was elsewhere. Yanni, on the other hand, calmly ordered several dishes and told them to bring them immediately. The waiter agreed and left,

his eyes constantly darting around the bathroom.

'Jealous?' Yanni leaned in and touched between my still-moving legs.

'No way.' Actually, I was still feeling a bit sour inside, and I had an urge to end it.

'You're just being coy.' Yanni glared at me, her hand still caressing between my legs. But clearly, my mind was on the bathroom.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, my wife was still struggling with Qiang. Her skirt had already been lifted up to her waist, and Qiang's hand was caressing her underwear. My wife tried to push him away, but Qiang half-pressed her down with his body.

'No.'" "His wife pleaded softly.

"Why not? I've wanted you for so long, I've wanted to taste your huge breasts for ages." He kissed her cheeks and earlobes wildly.

"My husband and your wife are outside." "They don't mind. My wife has made love to me in front of you, what obstacles do you think there are?" "I'm not used to it..." "I'll make you get used to it." He forcefully pulled down the zipper on his wife's skirt again, and roughly pulled it down, leaving her skirt completely open, only symbolically wrapped around her waist. His wife was wearing a flesh-colored bra, the kind without padding, because it was unnecessary; her large breasts easily filled all the gaps, naturally forming a deep cleavage.

"So beautiful." Qiang shoved his wife's bra off, and a pair of plump, white breasts eagerly sprang out. His wife's breasts were exquisite; from Qiang's angle, they appeared round, full, and erect, showing no signs of sagging despite her posture. At the peaks, small, pale pink areolas surrounded two tiny, grape-sized nipples, so alluring they were almost tempting. Qiang bent down and greedily took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. His wife's breathing grew heavier, her hands cupping his head, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Her other breast, like dough, wrung in Qiang's hands, kneading from the base to the tip. With a gentle pull along the areola, the entire breast bounced like a water-filled balloon.

"Let me go." My wife heard me outside the glass door. I was talking to the waiter, panicked, trying to break free from Qiang's grasp, but afraid to make any more noise, which allowed Qiang to penetrate her further.

My wife was pressed against the cold wall, her strong hands holding her arms high above her head, making her already erect breasts appear even firmer. Qiang used his left hand to press her arms down firmly above her head; his strength was so great that my wife couldn't break free at all. Qiang's other hand started from my wife's abdomen, caressing upwards, his palm never leaving her skin as he rubbed it against her breasts, holding them in his hand. With the rotation of his palm, my wife's full and elastic breasts were like dough soaked in water, being kneaded, sometimes oval, sometimes concave, changing various shapes.

Qiang kneaded his wife's breasts, clicking his tongue in admiration, "So perfect! These are the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. They'd drive any man wild." He continued moving his hands upwards, tracing her neck and cheeks, until his hands met above her head, holding hers. He pressed himself tightly against her body. Although he was still dressed, his wife could feel his heat and hardness with a mixture of fear and dread.

"I want you," Qiang whispered, kissing her earlobe. "Give it to me, okay?" Just then, his wife heard the door close; the waiter had left. She felt Qiang's hot breath on her ear and tried to pull away, but couldn't get far.

"Give it to me," Qiang's breathing became heavy. He felt his penis swell to its limit, like an eel eager to plunge into a hole. At this moment, he could feel his wife's struggles weaken significantly.

"Can you feel it?" He thrust his lower body forcefully between his wife's legs, startling her so much that she recoiled. "It's drooling. No wonder, anyone would drool over a beauty like you." He whispered in her ear, "Touch it, touch it and you'll feel its heat and urgency." Qiang had released his wife's hands, but still held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving.

His wife weakly supported his arm, avoiding the heat of his breath. Her bra was only symbolically half-draped over her shoulder; in the entanglement, her dress had been torn off and fallen to the ground.

"Don't you want to? Everyone has a devil inside them, and I want to be that devil in yours." Qiang continued to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands constantly roaming over her body, even slipping down from behind to touch her full buttocks. Actually, his wife's buttocks were his favorite, as tender and juicy as a peach, firm and smooth without a single extra line. Qiang clearly noticed as well, his hands lingering on her buttocks, then gently pulling down her panties to reveal the rounded curves of her buttocks and the most secret and sensual patch of black skin.

His wife tried to push him away, but found herself powerless, limp and helpless as he held her. She was horrified to discover that under his murmured words and the caresses of his large hands, a drop of moisture slowly gathered between her legs, until it finally leaked from the cleft, a mixture of itchiness and stickiness, but mostly fear and shame. She slowly closed her eyes.

Qiang immediately noticed the change in his wife, but his words and hands didn't stop: "All you have to do is enjoy it.

I will transform from a devil into an angel for you, and take you to heaven." As he spoke, his right hand continued its journey, sliding down between her buttocks, tracing the skin between her legs without hesitation. Before even touching his wife's most intimate skin, he could already feel the heat between her legs.

“I know you want it too.” Qiang kissed his wife’s hair and earlobe, his right hand’s three fingers finally covering her smoothest, most intimate place. Feeling that slippery expanse, he smiled with a hint of smugness. His fingers gently rubbed between her legs; it was so slippery that his middle finger would occasionally sink into the soft flesh.

“See how good this is?” Qiang carefully spread the slippery flesh with his middle and ring fingers, his middle finger going straight for the center, pressing the pad of his finger against it with a gentle pressure.

“Mmm…” His wife couldn’t help but frown and let out a soft moan.

“Your heart is still resisting, but your body has already betrayed you.” Qiang smiled smugly, “It feels like a dam is about to burst.” His fingers began to apply more pressure, and the speed increased.

The wife closed her eyes, biting her lower lip tightly, trying to stop the shameful moans from escaping her lips. But God, he was too skilled. He wasn't just using brute force; his nimble fingers teased and manipulated her genitals like playing the piano. She wanted to scream with excitement, but dared not. At this moment, her genitals were completely subdued by Qiang's fingers, and then her body; she had completely given up resisting.

Qiang no longer controlled his wife, but instead joined his hands between her legs. As his hands moved rapidly, his wife trembled all over, and the glistening fluid between her legs flowed down her inner thighs.

"You're so sensitive," Qiang panted, pressing his wife tightly against the wall, extending his wet fingers. "Look at it, how crystal clear it is. I love it so much." His wife opened her eyes and saw Qiang's wet fingers; the sticky fluid on them seemed to have coated them with a transparent film.

"Are you ready?" Qiang whispered in her ear again. "I know you're eager too." He moved slightly away from his wife's body, his right hand reaching down to hastily pull down his zipper. His wife kept her eyes closed, not taking the opportunity to escape.

A few seconds later, Qiang gently pulled his hand away from his wife's waist, and she obediently turned around, facing the wall, placing her hands on it and burying her head.

The instant she turned, Qiang pounced on her, tightly embracing her from behind. He reached between them, rubbing his large glans between her wet labia a couple of times, fully feeling her slipperiness, and then thrust his hips forward.

"Mmm..." His wife couldn't help but moan as his large penis lingered briefly on her wet vulva before sliding in smoothly.

After penetrating a bit, Qiang took a deep breath: "Baby, that's not a vagina, it's just a mouth, it bites! I almost came." He didn't dare to go all the way in, only daring to stop there after the glans was fully inside, feeling that sticky envelopment, then pulling out, then going in again, then pulling out again, then going in again, until three or four rounds before finally going in completely.

The last time he fully entered, the sticky fluid squeezed out from the point where our lower bodies were joined made a sound that unzipped my pants.

I only felt a chill down my lower body, and my already erect penis revealed itself with a "squeak".

My wife's head was held high, but her eyes were closed.

"Even someone as capable as me doesn't dare to move, because if I move, I have the urge to ejaculate. I really don't know how your husband usually can hold back." Hearing the word "husband" in her ear, my wife's eyes suddenly opened. Qiang, oblivious to her presence, began to slowly thrust in and out of her. "So tight, not like a mother at all. You must exercise often, right? I bet your husband doesn't use you much either, that's why you're so tight, so incredibly tight. Ah, so good, so incredibly good, you make me want to conquer you." Qiang's thrusts were slow yet powerful, each penetration causing his wife's body to sag slightly.

"This ass, this cunt, if this isn't a stunner, what is? Baby, I'll make you cum to death, you'll definitely fall in love with my baby, fall in love with me. Forget your husband, today I am your husband." Qiang held his wife's buttocks, looking down at his penis moving in and out between her buttocks, each thrust bringing forth streams of nectar that enveloped his penis, unaware that his wife's eyes were growing increasingly clear.

Suddenly, his wife jerked upright, Qiang's penis was quickly pulled out, the stimulation causing her to shudder and almost collapse. But she only paused briefly before slipping away from Qiang's hands.

"What happened?" Qiang was somewhat stunned, his large penis still standing there awkwardly.

"She's gone mad, she's really gone mad." Tears streamed down his wife's face as she held her own underwear in her hands.

"What's wrong?" "She's gone mad." She wiped away her tears, zipped up her dress, opened the door, and saw my pants zipped up beside the dining table, with Jenny bending over between my legs. She glanced at me, as if she didn't recognize me, and pushed the door open, her unprecedented coldness sending chills down my spine.

"Qini!" I was terrified, not even remembering how I pushed Jenny away, I hurriedly zipped up my pants and chased after her, leaving behind Qiang with a pale face and a bewildered Jenny with suggestive liquid still lingering at the corner of her mouth

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