Supermarket lecher

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After settling my wife in, my brother and I went to the rooftop garden for drinks to sober up.
We drank in silence for a long time…
“No more next time!”
we both blurted out almost simultaneously, then stared at each other blankly for a few seconds. Finally, a knowing laugh, the kind only close friends share, echoed across the terrace, still tinged with a hint of lewdness… We didn’t
get back to our room until 2 a.m. Seeing Xiaorou still in her wedding dress, I prepared to help her take it off. But in my fussing, I woke her up. My half-naked wife, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, clung to my neck, wanting tenderness. Every wedding anniversary, I go all out, trying all sorts of things, and Xiaorou is always especially affectionate and alluring.
Today was no exception.
Especially when I kissed her nipples, which had been played with by another man for the first time, the absurd yet exciting scene from earlier flashed through my mind. My earlier regret vanished instantly, leaving only an unprecedented hardness and a frenzied thrusting.
The climax tonight came with exceptional intensity and speed, lasting less than fifteen minutes.
But Xiaorou seemed very satisfied; unlike usual anniversaries where she'd rest for a few minutes before clapping again. And Xiaorou, who is very clean, usually takes a shower after sex, but tonight, she curled up in my arms, twitching slightly in the afterglow of her climax, and slowly drifted off to sleep… her slightly reddened, plump lips were pressed between her legs, a sweet smile playing on her lips in her sleep.
Her expensive wedding dress, still around her waist, was covered in her fluids…
I woke up the next day at noon. Xiaorou and Lin Ying had both gone to work, and there was no answer when I called for A-Jian; he was probably wandering off somewhere again.
I went to the Yiyun Western Restaurant, greeted the head waitress A-Wen, and went into my manager's office. On my desk was a French breakfast A-Wen had prepared for me, still warm. That girl, she's really something! She's pretty, capable, and understanding, and most importantly, she's interested in me. To say I have absolutely no romantic feelings for Awen, or that I'm completely indifferent, would be a lie. The only problem is: she's Xiaorou's distant cousin. Ever since Xiaorou introduced her to the restaurant a few years ago, I've suspected my wife is planning a "double agent" scenario with me. Xiaorou is a gentle and considerate wife, not particularly concerned with money, but she has one major flaw: an extremely possessive nature in relationships, unable to tolerate even the slightest distraction. The most classic example is when I confessed my love for her forever, and she said it wasn't enough, that she wanted to belong only to me in the next life and the life after that. I joked, "What if I'm reincarnated as a dog?" Guess what she said?
"Then… how about I be your pet? I won't get married, I'll just keep you!"
Classic, right? So after marriage, I've always been chaste and careful, handling all the "female admirers" like Awen, including Axiu, the Sichuan girl in the supermarket downstairs who also had feelings for me.
Thinking of the supermarket, I suddenly perked up and quickly moved the mouse, "waking up" the computer that was still in screensaver mode. I browsed through the eight surveillance cameras but found nothing unusual. So I opened the image recording program and archived the footage from each of the eight cameras from 9 am when the store opened to 12 pm, focusing on the three cameras in the supermarket manager's office.
Soon, starting at 10:28 am, my prey appeared in those three cameras—no, I should say my uncle's prey…
"Like last time, upper body on the table, yes…"
My uncle's voice sounded a little excited.
"Hmm, my left shoulder and waist still hurt a bit, but it's much better than before…"
A young woman appeared in the frame, somewhat embarrassed, following my uncle's instructions, leaning her upper body on the desk, her buttocks sticking back, her arms outstretched, and her face pressed against the table. Now I could see clearly that this young woman was a regular customer; she lived in the upscale neighborhood next door and had greeted me a few times. She was around 35 years old, fairly pretty except for her slightly overweight nose, with fair skin and a very feminine air. I had met her husband once before; they seemed quite affectionate.
Looking at the screen, my uncle was already standing beside her, massaging her shoulders and back, sometimes with pressure, sometimes with lightness, seemingly very skillful. It must have been a little painful, as the young woman was groaning softly.
My uncle's massage skills were quite good; it seemed to be a secret technique passed down from his ancestors. When he was a police officer at the station, his massage skills were renowned far and wide; he even cured the chief's lumbar muscle strain. But did any female officers ever come to him for massages back then? Hehe…
After a while, my uncle moved behind the young woman and started massaging her lower back. The young woman seemed ticklish and squirmed a few times.
Looking closer, I saw my uncle's lower body pressing against the young woman's buttocks! If the two were naked, wouldn't this be a standard doggy style or "back-entry" position? Was Uncle's penis hard? The young woman twisted a few times just now; wouldn't her buttocks rub against Uncle's penis?
The view was from above, so I quickly switched to a side view. Now I could see clearly that Uncle's crotch was indeed bulging, and the high top of the tent was pressing against the young woman's buttocks with each massage movement. Looking at the young woman's pants, they were made of thin, soft white silk fabric, and because of the prone position, her buttocks were fully exposed, revealing a deep cleft.
After a while, the lewd Uncle secretly unzipped his pants! The elastic underwear was now only serving to cover up, unable to suppress Uncle's erection at all; the shape of the glans was clearly visible—Uncle was truly vigorous for his age; his size seemed to be a size larger than mine! The glans sank into the young woman
's buttocks with each massage movement, seemingly adjusting its position, moving lower and lower, searching for the more private part of the young woman's peach garden.
I quickly switched back to the top-down view and zoomed in on the young woman's profile. Her face, which could only be described as somewhat attractive, now appeared breathtakingly beautiful to me: her pink cheeks were flushed, her nostrils flared slightly, her red lips trembled as she let out soft moans, and her slightly closed eyelids trembled gently, revealing a mixture of enjoyment and timid shyness… Only
then did I realize that my right hand had unconsciously been stroking my hard penis, and it looked like it was about to vomit. I quickly pulled my hand away—my newly bought Boss casual pants!
After a full half hour of massage, my uncle quietly zipped up his pants, placed his hands on the young woman's shoulders, and gently asked her how the massage felt and how effective it was. The young woman remained limp, responding with incoherent "hmm, yes" sounds…
I was truly unsatisfied with this half-hour spectacle! I was still lamenting—why wasn't there a camera behind the young woman's buttocks? Otherwise, I really wanted to see if there was any moisture on the tightly wrapped crotch of the young woman's buttocks!
Looking at the empty plate in front of me, I realized that I had finished my breakfast sometime during the day, while the milk tea was still full but no longer hot. No wonder it was so hard to swallow earlier, ah, there's still some in my throat, cough, cough cough...
Now I need to give a detailed introduction to the supermarket and my uncle.
The Western restaurant and the supermarket are both located on the outskirts of our "Yiyun Lakeside" residential area.
The Western restaurant is located on the second floor of a street-facing building, with more than 500 square meters of space. It's property I bought the year I got married, and its value has more than tripled.
At the beginning of last year, I saw the business opportunities in several increasingly mature upscale communities near the Western restaurant. After discussing it with A-Jian, we rented several poorly managed small shops on the first floor of the restaurant, then connected and renovated them into a community supermarket of more than 600 square meters, specializing in business for these large communities. At first, my wife and Lin Ying weren't optimistic, but within three months of opening, the business boomed and became quite profitable, making them admire our foresight.
Uncle Tang isn't actually my uncle, but A-Jian's uncle. Because we're cousins, I call him that, just like A-Jian does.
My uncle and A-Jian both share the surname Yin. A-Jian was born with a very weak constitution. His father (my uncle-in-law), perhaps hoping for his healthy growth, gave him the single name "Jian" (a vulgar name! I really don't know if my uncle-in-law was uneducated or had foresight? Haha). A-Jian's father passed away when he was three. A-Jian's mother (my aunt) only had one older sister, my mother, but our family was very poor at that time, often going hungry, and we were truly struggling financially. Fortunately, their kind uncle helped and cared for them, and the frail A-Jian grew up healthy and strong without worrying about food or clothing.
After he started school and learned to read, A-Jian realized how unpleasant his name was. Yin Zijian—the "Zi" was added by his uncle.
Therefore, the person A-Jian is most grateful to and respects most in his life is his uncle.
His uncle is a kind-hearted man, always helping this person and that person, and he's also very talkative and popular, but he has one fatal flaw—a womanizer. Relying on his family's secret massage techniques, he cured many people of chronic ailments related to bones, muscles, and nerves. However, as far as I know, he also took advantage of many women, leading to numerous scandals.
My uncle was originally a policeman at the local police station, rising from a beat cop to deputy director before retiring two years ago. In the city's public security system, he was generally considered a good policeman, but his inability to control his lustful desires hindered his career. However, he seemed uninterested in being an official, remaining cheerful and lecherous until retirement. Because his surname was Yin and he was known for his lust, his colleagues nicknamed him "Brother Lecher" when he was young. As he grew older, it gradually became "Uncle Lecher," then "Grandpa Lecher." I wonder if he'll eventually be called "Grandpa Lecher." However, whether out of gratitude or sympathy for his uncle's lecherous nature, A-Jian not only didn't reject this flaw but actually praised it. Besides, my aunt had been bedridden for twenty years and passed away three years ago. My uncle, who had been a widower for over twenty years, certainly had such needs. So, like me, my fondness for my uncle didn't diminish because of his womanizing ways.
Back when the supermarket was being prepared and renovated last year, A-Jian discussed with me the idea of letting my uncle manage it, offering him 10% of his 50% stake and a monthly manager's salary of 3,000 yuan. I, of course, had no objections.
Actually, my uncle's family is quite well-off; his children are all abroad and send money back every year, and his retirement pension is quite high, so he's not short of money. But he still readily agreed, especially happy about the manager's position.
Considering my uncle's reputation, I think besides the fact that retired old men are unwilling to accept old age and can't stay idle, perhaps there were other ulterior motives?
To be honest, my uncle was incredibly hardworking. Before the opening, he was responsible for almost everything, from renovations and setup to advertising and recruitment, making A-Jian and me feel quite embarrassed. Especially in the recruitment process, Uncle was extremely meticulous, saying, "This is a major event for the company, we can't be careless." Too old, too young; locals, too remote; low education, too high—we were overwhelmed by the sheer number of applicants, so we just let him handle it.
Finally, the day before opening, we had all the positions filled. Uncle let us come and "inspect" them, and they really looked quite professional—one man and three women, a salesperson, cashier, accountant, and security guard—everything we needed. Looking at the employee information with interest, I was quite impressed with Uncle's eye for talent: Old Chen, the warehouse manager and security guard, was 42 years old, from Changchun in Northeast China. He had come to this city over ten years ago to make a living, working odd jobs and running a stall. Later, he married a woman from a suburban county and settled here. He had seven years of experience as a security guard at banks and telecommunications companies. His wife worked as a waitress at a nearby hotel; they were both honest people, earning their money through hard work.
Marketing Manager (Uncle is quite good at coming up with modern names; it's basically just arranging merchandise and setting prices) and Accountant Sister Zhao, 42 years old, originally from Mizhi, Shaanxi, was formerly an accountant at the city's No. 6 Department Store. After being laid off due to company restructuring, she worked part-time as an accountant for over a dozen private companies.
Salesperson Xiaotong, 22 years old, from Changsha, Hunan, high school graduate. She was originally working as a salesperson at Hao You Duo supermarket, but saw our job posting offered a higher salary, so she applied.
Cashier Axiu, 27 years old, from Chengdu, Sichuan, bachelor's degree. After graduating from university, her parents forced her to marry the son of a wealthy family in her town, but she was ambitious and wanted to develop her career in a major coastal city. The couple often argued due to their differing interests.
A few months ago, she caught her husband cheating, and in a fit of anger, divorced him, leaving her 3-year-old daughter, who was awarded to her by her parents, to be temporarily cared for, before venturing into the city alone. She had just settled down and started looking for work when she saw our job posting.
Looking at these new employees lined up to listen to their uncle's instructions, I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't until I got back to my office and looked at pictures of beautiful women online that it dawned on me—the problem lay with three female employees!
To be precise, not three female employees, but three beauties! Three beauties worthy of a beauty pageant!
Looks like I've been spending too much time on porn sites, and my aesthetic sense has become dulled, hehe!
First, let's talk about Sister Zhao. Although she's 42 years old and dresses simply, you can tell she was definitely a great beauty in her youth. Wait… her ancestral home is Mizhi? Isn't that the hometown of Diao Chan? Women from Mizhi, men from Suide?
No wonder she has such fair and delicate skin, looking only around 35! Simple clothes, a dignified face, yet paired with a pair of large, alluring almond-shaped eyes—you'd be fine if you didn't look at her, but one look and she'd steal your soul.
Then there's Xiaotong from Hunan. Her rosy, round face radiates liveliness and cuteness, and her voice is as clear and melodious as a wind chime. Petite, probably only 155cm tall, yet her breasts were full and round, somewhere between a D and E cup. Beneath her healthy, slender waist, her small, round buttocks, tightly encased in jeans, were also perfectly round—wow, a total little loli!
The Sichuan girl, Ah Xiu, was even more beautiful. At first glance, she really did resemble my Xiao Rou! Her fair, oval face was practically flawless, with a delicate, straight nose, a small, petite tip, and well-defined, naturally rosy lips that always seemed to gleam with a dewy sheen. Beneath her neat, long, curved eyelashes, her large eyes were bright and clear like a full moon. When she smiled, they became two crescent moons, exuding a pure yet alluring charm, a touch of melancholy… utterly captivating. Beneath her light-colored floral dress, she possessed a slender, delicate figure reminiscent of Lin Daiyu, so fragile that one wanted to reach out and support her.
Alluring mature women, delicate young women, youthful lolis—they've got it all! No wonder my uncle's recruitment took so long!
With the increasing occupancy rates of several upscale communities nearby, and thanks to the connections of my uncle, who had previously overseen the area as a policeman, the supermarket's business boomed within three months of opening. Internal management was also excellent, much to the satisfaction of Ah Jian and me, the two owners who were largely hands-off. We were both grateful and impressed with my uncle.
But soon, my premonition came true.
Xiao Tong secretly told me a few things: First, "Uncle Yin" and Sister Zhao were acting suspiciously, definitely up to no good; second, "Uncle Yin" had taken advantage of her and Ah Xiu under the guise of massage; third, many customers from nearby communities now came specifically for "Uncle Yin's" massages, mostly women; fourth, "Uncle Yin" had even changed the sofa specifically for this, and that sofa, when unfolded, resembled a massage bed.
Xiao Xiang, innocent and adorable, was very outgoing. After work, she often came upstairs to my office to chat, saying she only had a sister and no brother, and wanted to adopt me as her sworn brother—she didn't treat me like her boss at all! However, I'm naturally easygoing and popular with women, and besides, I don't have a younger sister. Having such a lovely god-sister to chat with is a blessing. So I really did accept her as my god-sister, which made her so happy that she immediately kissed me.
A god-sister wouldn't lie. Also, I've personally heard several regulars call my uncle "Yinbo" (the pronunciation of "Yin" and "Yin" is slightly different in our dialect). Now even Xiaotong calls him that, so things seem to be developing faster than I expected.
Therefore, driven by a strong desire to investigate further, or to put it bluntly, voyeuristic lust, I did what I consider the most despicable and most satisfying thing I've ever done.
I learned spying and eavesdropping techniques eight years ago when I was selling surveillance equipment, and I became obsessed with them. As surveillance technology advanced rapidly, my skills improved accordingly; pinhole installations, wireless reception, and backend recording were all within my grasp. Once, my uncle went back to his hometown in the countryside, and Lao Chen was on sick leave, so I volunteered to work the night shift at the supermarket. I worked behind closed doors for five whole hours, finally completing the job.
Eight pinhole cameras were installed: three in my uncle's manager's office, one in the duty room, one in the passageway connecting the warehouse, duty room, restroom, and manager's office, one in the warehouse, one in the makeshift kitchen next to the manager's office, and a super-wide-angle camera on the ceiling that offered a panoramic view of the store.
During the installation, I lingered several times near the tempting women's restroom, but ultimately, morality prevailed over my evil thoughts—even spying should be done with some restraint!
The eight cameras, concealed by chandeliers, clothes hooks, and door handles, were practically flawless! Now, no place where my uncle might harass or molest women can escape my eyes, especially the manager's office, the most likely location. The ceiling, the front wall, the area around the sofa—it's almost all-around coverage! And these cameras are all wireless, so if the spying isn't working well, I can easily move and adjust them. The receiver and main unit are in my office, which happens to be just above my uncle's manager's office, separated by only one floor. The image and sound signals are excellent!
I also spent over 10,000 yuan on a huge hard drive to ensure that the eight sets of audio and video data can be stored for a maximum of 96 hours under automatic operation and updates.
With such a large investment and so much effort, the rewards are naturally substantial.
In the year or so since the pinhole cameras were installed, I've spied on countless acts of "lewd behavior" by my uncle—such as using massage as a pretext to seduce a young woman next door, having an affair with a mature woman named Zhao at the supermarket, and threatening to call the police to molest a migrant worker's wife who was shoplifting at the supermarket… It's so despicable, vulgar, and shameless! But at the same time, it's also incredibly exciting and thrilling to me!
These women ranged in age from their 30s to their 40s. Based on the video footage, if we use full penetration and thrusting as the criterion (one woman was penetrated briefly and then pulled away, never returning, so she's not counted; some were only penetrated to the point where my uncle rubbed their vulvas with his penis, so that's also not counted), there are 8 women. If we use the standard of having their genitals touched (even through pants or skirts) for more than 30 seconds without resistance, the number is 21 or 22. If we broaden the scope to include areas generally not touched during massage, such as the breasts and buttocks, the number expands to 54.
I secretly looked at my uncle's hidden "patient records," which contained 78 women. Subtracting the 16 elderly, sick, or disabled women who were completely uninteresting to my uncle, 62 remained. If I used these 62 women as a model for investigation, focusing on "the degree of chastity of married women receiving massages from the opposite sex under the assumption of absolute secrecy and safety," the conclusion I reached shocked even myself.
After several attempts at seduction by men and internal struggles, 13% of married women ultimately commit adultery!
Meanwhile, 35% of wives secretly yearn for extramarital sex, but are deterred by fear of reality and moral constraints. However, under self-deceptive pretexts (similar to the suggestive massages of lecherous men), they half-heartedly accept the advances of men outside their marriage, believing they have "held the line of chastity." In reality, given time, the collapse of that line is inevitable.
Coincidentally, correspondingly, only 13% of women are truly chaste and would never allow other men to touch their husbands' private parts!
Therefore, can we extrapolate this further: 87% of married women (and the wives of those reading this article are also highly likely) have varying degrees of fantasies about extramarital affairs and are willing and able to try limited forms of harassment, as long as it is safe, discreet, and does not disrupt the family?
If this inference holds true, then shouldn't we re-examine our wives?
But then again, if we change the subject of this discussion to married men, wouldn't it become 100%? Therefore, I think we should still applaud those 13% of virtuous women!
All this rambling is just to boast about my luck, because my wife, Xiaorou, is also in my uncle's "patient record," and she is indeed that virtuous 13%! Although my uncle, out of kinship, only made two light attempts.
As for the video footage of my uncle seducing respectable women, I save every single slightly suggestive scene.
To date, the saved footage is over 200GB. If I sold it to the Japanese, I might even be able to make an AV series—"The Lewd Uncle's Massage of an Amateur Wife in a High-Class Community," hehe.
To give everyone a deeper understanding of this lewd uncle, well, I'll trouble myself to organize this video footage and first select a few representative scenes to show you.
[Scene 1] (The morning after the hidden camera was installed, in the manager's office, Uncle Tang and Sister Zhao) "The purchase price and quantity of these goods are like this, and... oh, let me finish... Manager... you old lecher... um..."
Sister Zhao, who was reporting her work, was pulled into Uncle Tang's arms. She tried to dodge left and right, but Uncle Tang still kissed her lips.
"Wow... Ah Xiang (Sister Zhao's name), you really smell good! Don't worry about work for now, or... come to the sofa, I'll give you a massage..."
While kissing her, Uncle Tang had already lifted Sister Zhao's uniform skirt and touched her round buttocks covered by flesh-colored stockings.
"I have something to do outside... I'll come back later... so you can massage me... hey you..."
Sister Zhao suddenly stopped talking. It turned out that one of Uncle Tang's hands had already slipped down from the waistband of her stockings and underwear, probably touching her sensitive spot along the cleft of her buttocks.
As Uncle groped her, he pulled Sister Zhao towards the sofa. Once there, he deftly pulled his hand away, grabbed the armrests and backrest, and pushed – instantly, the sofa became a warm bed.
Sister Zhao, though muttering, "I've never seen anyone like you… a lewd old hag…"
was already obediently lying on the sofa, waiting for her "massage." Her
purple supermarket uniform skirt was lifted to her waist, revealing her round, plump buttocks, shapely, fleshy legs, beautifully shaped ankles, and toes, all so sexy and alluring under the stockings!
Even I couldn't resist, let alone Uncle, who was so close. The lecherous old man stretched out his hands and pulled the stockings and underwear down to the woman's legs, then hurriedly buried his face in her white, gleaming buttocks, shaking his head and making "huffing" sounds as he burrowed and shoved – instantly, the woman became a slut.
After about five minutes of this, Sister Zhao on the sofa had already transformed into a writhing mermaid—a mermaid in a uniform, her white buttocks exposed, in heat!
Meanwhile, Uncle Tang, impatiently unzipping his pants and pulling out his monstrous penis, hastily pounced on the woman's back, twisting his lower body a few times until he was fully positioned, and then thrust. Sister Zhao muttered under her breath, "Old pervert, old lecher," but her buttocks arched high in response. The moment Uncle Tang thrust, her head also tilted back—it seemed she had been thoroughly penetrated.
Unfortunately, Uncle Tang was wearing pants and pressed tightly against Sister Zhao, so none of the three security cameras could see the beautiful scene of the adulterous couple's thrusting. However, the rhythmic rise and fall of their bodies, and the soft moans Zhao Jie made through her nose while covering her mouth, still gave me a great audiovisual stimulation...
What's more, this good show only lasted for less than ten minutes before it was interrupted by Xiao Tong's knocking on the door, causing the two of them to hurriedly get up, hurriedly put on their clothes, and look extremely embarrassed—I suspect that Xiao Tong did it on purpose, that girl!
[Scene Two] (Late last year, in the manager's office, Uncle Tang and a migrant worker's wife who was caught stealing shampoo from a supermarket) Uncle Tang sent the security guard, Old Chen, away, locked the door, returned to his seat, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted sternly, "Hurry up and take it off!"
His police uniform and cap, which he treasured, were neatly stacked on the table. I once asked Uncle Tang why he kept his police uniform, since retired police officers usually had to hand in their badges, ranks, shoulder insignia, and other police symbols. He smiled mysteriously and said, "I have my ways."
I never imagined that this police uniform, which he had specially placed on the table, would be used to intimidate this uneducated village woman. Every time Uncle Tang slammed his hand on the table or shouted, she would be startled, and then she would cry softly and beg for mercy, "Officer, I really only took one bottle of shampoo, I really don't have any more, boohoo..."
But she didn't dare to be negligent at all, obediently taking off her cotton-padded coat and trousers.
"Take off any more! Sweater, wool pants! If you don't behave, I'll send you to the police station!"
Uncle Tang continued his stern words, but looking at the trembling country woman who was only focused on taking off her clothes, a smug smirk crept
onto his face. Although the manager's office was heated, the woman, now only wearing her thermal underwear, was still shivering, her hands tightly wrapped around her chest, whether from the cold or fear, it was hard to tell. Uncle Tang, however, got up on her without any politeness, starting from her back, touching her waist, abdomen, legs, and feet, then touching her buttocks for a while, before sliding down her buttocks. With a scream from the woman, Uncle Tang's hand was tightly trapped between her terrified legs.
"This is where women like to hide things, you should check it carefully..."
Uncle Tang was truly shameless!
"Please... Waaah... I really didn't take anything else... Please stop playing tricks on me..."
Even the most naive and uneducated woman knew that Uncle Tang's intentions were not what they seemed.
"Don't cry!... Oh, and look here too..."
My uncle's other hand slipped inside the woman's undershirt, kneading her breasts. Honestly, seeing this, I felt my uncle was utterly shameless! Normally, someone with a strong sense of justice would have rushed in to defend her, but at that moment, another side of me desperately wanted to see this lewd scene continue.
Next, under my uncle's threats, the ignorant woman thought she had committed a serious crime punishable by imprisonment, and that my uncle's light punishment was already a pardon. How could she dare utter a word of dissent? Besides fear, she cared nothing for the shame of her body. She obediently allowed my uncle to molest her undershirt, not daring to cry out loud, only suppressing soft sobs.
Once her thermal underwear was pulled up to her back, and her long johns and underwear were pulled down to her knees, she fearfully twisted her plump buttocks, pleading, "Spare me—"
But her upper body was already pressed against the table by her uncle, her bare buttocks sticking out high, a position most vulnerable to penetration.
Her uncle rubbed his already thick, hard penis against her cleft, as if getting some of her vaginal fluid, then shoved it inside, thrusting his hips forward, followed by a series of unrestrained, violent thrusts. The woman only let out a muffled "Oh God!" at the moment of penetration
, then resignedly submitted to her uncle's humiliation. Afraid of crying out, she covered her mouth with the bra her uncle had pulled from her thermal underwear, only making "mmm" sounds through her nose.
Right next to her face, pressed against the table, lay that imposing police uniform neatly folded…
I was genuinely worried that my uncle's audacity might land him in jail. But events proved my worries unfounded. After that day, Uncle Tang, like all the villainous bosses in movies, held the crying woman, fondling her breasts while offering words of comfort and threats, and finally gave her 500 yuan as compensation.
As a result, the migrant worker's wife not only didn't report it, but also became Uncle Tang's "country lover," visiting him every few days when he was on night shift.
[Scene Three] (During last year's National Day holiday, in the manager's office, Uncle Tang and Hua, a community woman) Hua was in her early forties, and her husband was Uncle Tang's former police colleague. She ran her own clothing store and gave the impression of being dignified, capable, and virtuous; affairs and infidelity seemed completely unrelated to her.
But Uncle Tang's relatively private manager's office possessed a certain magic, a magic specifically designed to entice virtuous women to make mistakes! On her fifth massage, Hua had an affair.
Uncle Tang was indeed skilled at seducing married women. He started by testing the waters, gradually deepening his approach, step by step… The key was the massage, which provided cover for himself and an excuse for the woman.
Uncle Tang's seduction of Sister Hua was a textbook example of how a massage therapist can seduce a married woman. The first time, he tested the waters, only teetering on the edge of sensitivity, testing the woman's level of acceptance. The second time, he spoke caring and intimate words, slowly touching on sensitive topics to close the psychological distance; physically, he continued to tease on the edge of sensitive areas, changing massages to caresses on the breasts, waist, legs, and buttocks. The third time, he asked the woman to unhook her bra, and while massaging her buttocks, he pulled down her outer pants to expose her buttocks, which were only covered by underwear, allowing him to brush against her nipples and labia through her clothes. By the fourth time, he focused on the area around the woman's genitals, stimulating her labia and clitoris from time to time, not stopping until her underwear was wet.
Since she didn't resist, the fifth time was a natural progression.
To me, a voyeur, Hua Jie's infidelity was quite unusual.
Judging from her previous behavior, Hua Jie had been mentally prepared for this affair, but she was too shy to admit it. Her breasts, buttocks, and genitals had all been groped by her uncle, leaving her crotch soaked. Her breathing became rapid, yet Hua Jie, still trying to save face, said something that still makes me laugh: "I'm exhausted these days, I fall asleep like a log... um... Manager Yin... if I fall asleep later, just go about your business and don't worry about me... or you can wake me up in an hour..."
As she spoke, she slowly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. At this point, even a fool would know what to do!
Her uncle grinned, gently lifting Hua Jie's top and pulling down her trousers, which were already down to her thighs. Then he pulled out his hard penis and rubbed it against her soft waist and legs, until his penis became even more grotesque and purple. Hua Jie remained "asleep." Then, Uncle slowly pulled down Hua Jie's panties, which had already been half-pulled down, revealing her plump, white buttocks. He rubbed the crotch of the panties, which were covered in sticky, white vaginal fluid. Uncle excitedly inserted two fingers into her wet vulva and slid them up and down. Hua Jie remained "sleeping," her head bowed between her buttocks, sniffing and licking wildly. Hua Jie, still "unawakened," pressed against his back, and Uncle thrust in hard. I could clearly see her buttocks subconsciously twitch, and she let out a soft hum. But Hua Jie still remained "unawakened." He thrust in and out for over ten minutes, the "gurgling" sounds even audible to my monitoring equipment. Finally, Hua Jie could no longer bear it and "woke up," moaning and groaning.
"Um...oh dear...Manager Yin, how could you...call me like this?! Oh!...How am I supposed to face people like this...you scoundrel, you bad old man...I trusted you so much...sob..."
Despite the cursing and crying, a few days later, Sister Hua still went to Uncle Tang for massages. And instead of once a week, it became once every three days.
[Scene Four] (The third day after the hidden camera was installed, in the manager's office, Uncle Tang, Xiaotong, and Axiu) During the lunch break, Xiaotong dragged Axiu to Uncle Tang for a massage, chattering excitedly about his massage techniques, saying that her backache and leg pain had been cured by his massage.
Uncle Tang, who had long coveted Axiu, naturally encouraged her from the side.
Ah Xiu seemed to have heard about her uncle's lecherous nature. She hesitated at first, but firstly, she had probably told Xiao Tong she had back pain and couldn't find a reason to refuse; secondly, perhaps based on the consideration that "Xiao Tong is there, so even if my uncle is lecherous, he won't dare to do anything inappropriate," she finally lay down on her uncle's "makeshift massage bed" under the force of her uncle and Xiao Tong's insistence.
After a proper massage for over ten minutes, with Xiao Tong reading and chatting beside her, I thought her uncle wouldn't have any chance to take advantage of her today, and I felt a strange sense of relief.
But Xiao Tong's next action truly shocked me.
"Uncle (since acknowledging me as her sworn brother, Xiao Tong has also started calling him Uncle), didn't you say last time that massaging here and here would be even more effective? That's how I got better!"
Xiao Tong pointed to Ah Xiu's buttocks and inner thighs, winking at her uncle as she spoke.
"Ah—yes, yes, I am… step by step, one step at a time, next just press, just press…"
Uncle was probably confused by Xiaotong's words. Seeing her blink at him, he suddenly realized what was happening and gave Xiaotong a sly, lecherous smile of gratitude.
Axiu, lying face down, was unaware of their actions behind her. Only when Uncle's hands were on her buttocks did she shyly try to sit up. But Xiaotong pressed down on her back, comforting her, "Sister Axiu, don't be afraid, it will hurt a little, but it's very effective, just bear with it, ah."
I finally understood what was going on. Xiaotong must have been jealous of Axiu's occasional flirtatious glances and secret feelings for me, and was deliberately getting revenge. This girl, it turns out that recognizing me as her godbrother was just a pretense; she actually… sigh, did I owe a lot of debts to women in my past life?
Our supermarket uniform skirts are narrow and tight, and the material is very thin. Plus, although Axiu is slender, her buttocks are full and round. Uncle must love it when he presses on them! And as Ah Xiu struggled and twisted shyly, her skirt naturally and slowly rose, revealing her long, slender legs encased in flesh-colored stockings—an extremely alluring sight!
"And here too, didn't you say pressing here would relieve the soreness…?"
To make matters worse, Xiao Tong added insult to injury, pointing at Ah Xiu's tempting thighs and saying this to her uncle.
How could that old lecherous uncle let go of such a golden opportunity? With a swift movement, his thumbs slid from her buttocks into the inside of Ah Xiu's legs. Immediately, Ah Xiu struggled fiercely, shouting at Xiao Tong, "Stop! I'll get angry if you don't let go!" Only then did Xiao Tong release her and let her get up.
But during that half-minute struggle, I saw Ah Xiu's cute white panties in the frame, and I also saw her uncle secretly squeezing her full crotch with his thumbs. I felt so much hatred!
But towards Xiao Tong, it was like Guo Jing towards the mischievous Huang Rong—I couldn't truly hate her. I could only curse my uncle a hundred times in my heart. Whatever, he's not really my uncle!
That day, I also discovered a fact—I was actually jealous of Ah Xiu!
[Scene Five] (One day last year, in the manager's office, Uncle, Xiao Rou, and Lin Ying) For a while, Ah Jian kept praising Uncle's massage skills in front of Lin Ying and Xiao Rou, saying that after exercising, having Uncle massage would help with weight loss and body shaping. This guy, knowing Uncle was a complete lecher, still sent his wife into the wolf's den, and even involved my wife! He must have read too many outrageous novels or articles about scheming wives and girlfriends! It's also my fault; I was the one who recommended him. Sigh…
My two beautiful wives believed it and even bought gifts to meet Uncle. I was seething with hatred, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't exactly tell them, "Uncle is a pervert; if you don't believe me, look at my spying footage."
The only thing I could do was silently spy on him giving my wife a massage in the office.
Fortunately, my uncle, mindful that the two women were his younger relatives, didn't dare to make a move despite his lustful desires. After several voyeuristic glances, I noticed it was almost entirely a proper massage technique from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor; there wasn't a trace of eroticism. Occasionally, when massaging the waist or legs, he would pause briefly, seemingly about to touch sensitive areas, but then abruptly stop or glide past, instantly putting my heart at ease.
Even so, I still felt very uncomfortable. Letting another man touch my wife's body (my uncle required everyone to wear soft, close-fitting clothing, so my obedient wife and Lin Ying's figures were clearly visible during the massages), and this man being a lecherous old man in his sixties—who knows how many women his hands had groped and molested! It would be strange if I didn't feel uncomfortable!
It was Sunday, and Xiaorou and Lin Ying had finished exercising at home and were coming for their sixth massage.
Xiaorou was first. The first ten minutes were normal, but things changed when Lin Ying went to the restroom. While my uncle was massaging Xiaorou's waist and ribs, his hands stopped at her breasts. You see, my wife's breasts are quite full; lying like that, the flesh would definitely bulge out a bit. Besides, she doesn't like those underwire bras with thick padding; she prefers thin, soft padding. Judging from my uncle's movements, it was deeper than ever before, definitely touching the softest part of my wife's breasts. That old bastard, he even dares to touch my wife! My
wife, who had been enjoying the comfortable massage, reacted after a few seconds. She shifted slightly, and seeing his hands still lingering, probably afraid of offending her elders, she softly called out, "Lin Ying—why haven't you…"
My uncle was startled and immediately moved his hands elsewhere.
I have to admire my wife's emotional intelligence, and even more so, her steadfastness!
When it was Lin Ying's turn, her phone rang, and Xiaorou went to answer it. Actually, it was me calling, on purpose, haha. I used a diversionary tactic, wanting to see if my uncle would also make a move on Lin Ying, and also to find out if A-Jian's wife was as faithful as my wife's, hehe...
Sure enough, after a while, my uncle's lecherous hand lingered in the same spot again. Lin Ying was startled and, like Xiao Rou, turned away. But this time, my uncle didn't seem to back down; he leaned down and whispered something in Lin Ying's ear. Lin Ying seemed somewhat shocked and stopped moving, shook her head, and said something to my uncle.
My uncle whispered something again in her ear, this time a little louder, and the words "Dawei," "photos," and "a few years ago" could be clearly heard. Dawei is my uncle's eldest son. He had pursued Lin Ying before and they had dated for a few months, but with my clever plan, A-Jian stole her away, turning the tide and finally winning her heart. In a fit of anger, Dawei left for his younger brother in America.
That must have happened five or six years ago. Why is it coming up in my uncle's mouth? And what photos?
While I was still completely baffled, my uncle's lecherous hands had been lingering on Lin Ying's breast for at least a minute. Seeing that Lin Ying no longer resisted, his hands went even further, reaching down and, judging from his gestures, he had probably grabbed her entire breast! Uncle, you're a complete lecher! That's your niece-in-law!
I quickly said goodbye to Xiao Rou and hung up the phone. Xiao Rou returned to the manager's office, finally resolving Lin Ying's predicament.
From then on, I was conflicted. On one hand, I desperately wanted to know why Lin Ying was so afraid, willingly submitting to my uncle's lewdness, and I also wanted to see how Lin Ying would react to his advances. On the other hand, I felt a pang of heartache and resentment; after all, Lin Ying was the woman I had long admired.
There's too much to say about my uncle's various acts of seducing respectable women; I'll leave that for later, as the story unfolds.
Oh, after saying so much, it seems I haven't introduced myself yet?
I'm 34 years old, my surname is Lu, and my given name is Hao. In business, I'm respectfully called "General Manager Lu." My friends call me "Ah Hao" or "Ah Lu." A few close female friends like to affectionately call me "Brother Hao" in private. Only Xiao Tong calls me something different—"Dry Pot." Sigh...
Please continue to follow the story of me, A-Jian, and Uncle Yin.

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