Who serves dinner when the housewife cooks?

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Who's coming to dinner when the housewife serves the
food (1)
Last Thursday evening, my car was being repaired, so I took the MRT home. In the distance
, I saw a familiar figure ahead of me. Can you guess who I met?
I met Manager Chen, the one who was fired by the president. To be honest, I
've always been curious about the reasons the president fired him, so I squeezed behind him.
"Old Chen? Hello!"
"Huh? It's Xiao Hou? What a coincidence, are you taking the MRT too?"
(Of course! If you're not here to take the train, are you here to sell betel nuts?)
"It's just so happens that we met today. If you don't have anything else to do, why don't you come to my house for a casual meal? I'd also like to ask you a
question..." Manager Chen said.
Anyway, I had nothing else to do, and I wanted to know more. My wife was taken advantage of by him last time, and I hadn't settled the score yet
. Maybe I could squeeze something out of him? So I went to his house with him.
This Manager Chen, though only in his early forties, is a real sly fox. Just look at the
carpet on the living room floor—it must have cost at least 100,000 yuan. He must have swindled a lot of money from me over the years.
And... wow? His wife is so beautiful! I looked her over closely...
She was wearing a red knitted vest, and her two plump, white breasts were perked up, at least
a 34D, pushing the thin vest up really high. Even more amazing, I could even see two
round, pea-shaped nipples protruding! A pale yellow long dress, bathed in lamplight, subtly accentuated her long, slender
legs and a pair of dark underwear… Damn! I really want to sleep with her!
“Xiaowen! This is my former colleague, Xiao Hou,” Manager Chen introduced us.
(They had only been married for a little over a year. I hadn’t joined the company yet, and his wife usually
taught at a kindergarten, so I had never met her before.)
“Hello! Hello!” I approached and shook her hand, taking the opportunity to secretly
peek through the neckline of her vest at her deep cleavage and her plump, white, taut breasts.
Holding her soft little hand, feeling the warmth and slight dampness in her palm, I couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like if
she were holding my penis right now…
"Ring…ring…ring…" The phone rang.
"Hello?…Oh! This is…" Manager Chen answered.
"Mr. Hou, please have a seat. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare dinner…"
Looking at her charming smile, I reluctantly let go of her hand, watching her sway her pert bottom
as she went into the kitchen.
"Little Hou, I'm sorry, I have to go get something. I'll be back in about two hours. Please
have a seat. If dinner is ready, you can eat first, don't wait for me."
"Xiaowen! You can eat first, I'll go get something, don't wait for me." Manager Chen raised
his voice again to tell his wife, then left.
Sitting there, I was getting really bored, and I also needed to pee, so I said, "Sister-in-law! Excuse me, could I
borrow the dressing room for a moment?"
"Don't be shy, please feel free!" she replied.
I went into the restroom, zipped it up, and "whoosh!" I peed a huge pee. While washing my hands, I accidentally
dropped my watch into their laundry basket. Reaching for it, I found a pair of women's
panties. Since no one was around, I picked them up and pulled them open for a closer look. The red fabric
was semi-transparent, and there was even a small, light stain in the crotch area. I brought it close to my nose and smelled a faint odor of
urine, along with the fishy, pungent smell of a woman's genitals!
I took another deep breath… Damn! That felt great!
I then carefully folded it up and put it in my pocket, saving it to savor later. With my
swollen penis erect, I left the bathroom and headed straight for the kitchen to see what dinner was like.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw her with her back to me cooking. One of her small feet was off her slippers,
a gold chain draped around her ankle, her five soft toes curled up in a beautiful arc, her big toe poking
the floor, and her slightly reddened soles swaying from side to side as she hummed a song through her nose.
I crept closer to her left rear, wanting to peek more over her shoulder at the deep cleavage, her plump,
snow-white breasts rising and falling with her soft breaths, like two restless
little rabbits nestled in a nest, ready to leap out at any moment.
As I watched, my little brother below swelled unbearably; I really wanted to pull it out and...
well, just masturbate right behind her, maybe even ejaculate onto her high-perched buttocks and skirt?
Just as I was thinking this, she suddenly turned around—perhaps to get salt or vinegar? "Ouch!"
she exclaimed, bumping into me. Completely unaware of someone standing behind her, she was startled and tripped over my foot, falling to the
ground. I immediately reached out to stop her from falling, but unexpectedly, my left hand firmly
cupped her breast!
So soft—so bouncy!
Damn! I got lucky! I got lucky! ...An appetizer before dinner?
I couldn't bear to let go, so I squeezed her breast through her clothes with a little more force, until
I heard her cry out "Ouch!" and start to scold me playfully, "How annoying! Why did you hide behind me?
...You made me twist my ankle."
I still held her soft breast in one hand, mentally planning how to properly enjoy this
feast. ...
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...

Mmm... a sour smell, mixed with her perfume. I couldn't help but lick my fingers
... Mmm... salty! ...fragrant... Oh...
Now I'm looking down on her, not only can I see her cleavage through the neckline of her vest, but I can also see all the way down to
her navel. Watching her press her right hand against her left ankle, I said apologetically, "Let me do it? I've learned
a little..."
Without waiting for her consent, I suddenly lifted her left leg and placed it on the chair. Her skirt slid down, revealing
her knees, her snow-white thighs, and those alluring red panties (the same ones I secretly put in my pocket).
She cried out "Ah!" and immediately pressed her hands down to cover her lower body with her skirt.
I pretended not to see it and started massaging her ankle while lying to her, "You twisted your ankle.
You should massage it with acupressure points. It will get better quickly and there will be no aftereffects."
Then I picked up the mayonnaise I was going to use for making cold bamboo shoot salad on the table and told her, "This stuff can relax muscles and improve
blood circulation." Then I squeezed it onto the back of her foot and between her toes.
She seemed to take great care of her feet; they were not only spotless, but her toenails were also neatly trimmed
and coated with a layer of clear nail polish with silver glitter. The slightly pink toes, contrasting with the delicate blue veins on the instep,
appeared exceptionally fair and tender. I held her little foot in one hand, and with the other hand, I extended only my index finger, beginning to push
the mayonnaise on the instep between her soft toes.
I squatted down, my index finger rotating between her beautiful toes, thrusting in and out as if penetrating her
vagina. Lubricated by the mayonnaise, I increased the speed of my thrusts.
As I played with it, the mayonnaise slowly disappeared, as if it had seeped into her little feet. I looked up and saw
her squinting, her head tilted back, looking completely blissful. I started sucking on each of her
sweet-smelling toes, freeing my hands to reach her inner thighs and gently scraping her snow-white skin with my fingers
. When I switched to licking the soles of her feet with my tongue, I saw that the skin on the inside of her thighs was covered with
goosebumps from my gentle scraping. At the center of her swollen red panties, a dark stain appeared—
her love juice was starting to flow out.
Seeing my chance, I half-bent over and stood up. I used my right palm to massage her inner thigh, brought my mouth close to her
ear, and breathed into it gently, asking softly, "Is it comfortable? I'm going to change positions..."
She squinted and didn't answer, but nodded slightly twice as if in agreement. I moved behind her chair,
lifted her skirt with my right hand, and with my middle finger slightly bent, I pinched her vaginal opening through her panties. My whole palm was placed on her lower abdomen
where her pubic hair grew, and I pressed and stroked her genitals up and down. I squeezed some mayonnaise into her earlobe with my left hand
, licking and biting her earlobe with my tongue and teeth while slowly breathing hot air into her ear. At this moment,
her two round breasts bounced up and down with her rapid breathing. The deep
cleavage and the plump breasts on both sides were now squeezed and swollen like a baby's little bottom, swaying and
dancing.
I slipped my right hand inside her underwear from her navel, digging into her vaginal opening, while my teeth nibbled at her earlobe
. My left hand then reached under her left armpit, slipped into the neckline of her vest, and pinched her right nipple with my fingers,
occasionally squeezing her entire breast. I heard her humming comfortably with her mouth slightly open: "Mmm... Oh
... Mmm... Oh..."
I pulled my left hand out and suddenly yanked her vest up from her waist, revealing her two 34D, fair and pink
breasts, which bounced out and swayed from side to side. She suddenly became alert, her eyes snapping open as she shouted,
"What are you doing?"
I quickly grabbed a bottle of sweet chili sauce from the table and squeezed it into her mouth, then pressed my lips against hers,
kissing her fiercely. My right hand dug
deeper into her vagina, and I shoved my tongue into her wet mouth, teasing it with all my might.
The sweet and spicy sauce made her cheeks flush red, and her eyes were still a little teary. I spit some saliva
into her mouth through my tightly pressed lips, and then sucked hard on her little mouth. Only then did I feel her
little hands, which had been trying to resist and push me away, gradually loosen and stop pressing against my stomach. I used my lips to suck and pull out her sweet and spicy
little tongue. If there were a mirror, it would look like she was slapping my mouth with her tongue
. Then I pressed my lips tightly against her sweet little mouth and kissed her until her hands went limp and she couldn't breathe.
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I picked her up, moved the cups and plates aside, and placed her on the dining table. Her two snow-white legs hung
down naturally along the edge of the table. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted as she panted. I imitated Manager Chen, reaching out
to grab the bottom of his wife's panties and pulling them to the side, revealing her alluring
vulva between her labia and thighs. But unexpectedly, she became alert and immediately clamped her thighs together, trapping my hand in the process.
My penis was already swollen and huge. I had already zipped up my pants when I was masturbating, and now
my entire penis was sticking out. Giving up was simply impossible for me. So I used both hands to forcefully
pry her thighs apart, aimed my glans at her vagina, and forcefully thrust it into her vagina... Wow! It's so tight!
"No! No!... Please, don't do this to me!" She kicked her weak little legs wildly and began
to beg.
"Do you know how your husband plays with my wife?... " I started to use this reason to appease
her and stop her from struggling.
Unexpectedly, her vagina was already very tight, and now with all the kicking and shaking, it felt like there was
a little mouth inside, sucking and clenching my glans until it felt numb and tingling. After only a few thrusts, I felt a tightening in my genitals
. Oh no! I came? ...Damn! That wasn't enough!
I immediately pulled out, clenched my buttocks, and tightened my anus, trying to hold back as much as possible. With one hand, I pulled her legs together.
I stared at her tightly closed labia, wondering if I could go again right away.
Perhaps she sensed I had already ejaculated inside her, so she stopped struggling. Or maybe she was thinking about
what I had just told her about Manager Chen sleeping with my wife? The air suddenly froze, quiet except for her panting
…
I had it! I reached for a jar of garlic sauce, opened it, scooped out a large dollop with my fingers, and smeared it
on her labia, even putting some inside her vagina.
“What are you doing?… I’m going to sue you for rape!… You’re not human!…” she started yelling and struggling again
, trying to get off the table.
I immediately turned to the side, pressing my chest against her lower abdomen, holding her thighs with both hands, and bringing my face close to her vulva.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the garlic-smeared petals, occasionally tugging and biting her labia minora with my teeth. Meanwhile, I turned my head back and
forth, rubbing against the inside of her thighs. Gradually, she stopped struggling, but still mumbled in protest
, "Your wife... and... my... husband... that's... them... oh... um... they
... oh... I... feel so numb..."
"Ugh!...Why...are you...smearing things...oh...oh...um...um...
ugh!..."
I saw that she was no longer resisting, but instead starting to get aroused, and my penis gradually hardened. So I turned
around, pulled down her skirt and panties, spread her legs on either side of my waist, and then held my
penis, gently rubbing the glans against her labia. This time, she closed her eyes and didn't say anything, nor did she
move or resist anymore, as if waiting for me to penetrate her.
(Maybe she was angry that I was too fast?)
I slowly pushed the head of my penis into her vagina, inch by inch, my smooth lower abdomen
swelling up. I saw her sometimes frown, sometimes twitch her cheek muscles, and she even started to wrap her legs around my
waist. As I began to thrust vigorously, her legs squeezed tighter and tighter, and she kept moaning:
"Oh...I like it...mmm...mmm...so beautiful...oh...all in!"
Perhaps it was because of the semen I had left in her vagina earlier? This time, she was much more lubricated. Although her vagina
was still tight, I had found the key. I clamped her anus shut and thrust into her, holding my breath and not breathing, until she cried out in
pain as I fucked her: "Ahhh...so...good...so...amazing...oh...oh..."
"Ahhh...no...no...I'm going to...die..."
"Hmmh...hmmh...oh...oh...hmmh..."
I looked at her flushed cheeks, her eyes narrowed, moaning and shaking her head back and forth, seemingly enjoying herself immensely
! So, using the same trick the club president used, I thrust my hips forward forcefully, squeezing the head of my penis into her cervix.
She immediately opened her eyes, gasped, and sat up, her shy face
showing a mixture of surprise and delight… I'd reached her G-spot!
She hooked her arms around my neck, her two alluring pink breasts drooping down, appearing even larger .
In the peach-colored areolas stood nipples the size of peanuts, with a
small, slightly concave hole in the center. Her breasts swayed up and down with her soft panting.
I couldn't resist any longer. I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and bit down on her breast, sucking hard on her nipple and areola
. Half-embracing her, I thrust my penis into her several more times. Seeing her ecstatic expression and half-closed
eyes, it was as if she was saying to me, "Fuck me to death!"
I fucked her hard a few more times. Suddenly, her hands loosened, and she went limp, her whole body
soft and fluffy, her eyes rolling back slightly... Wow! She had an orgasm? She's not moving anymore?
I lowered her legs, which were wrapped around her waist, lifted one leg, and sucked
on her tender, red toes, which were like a baby's little hands. I pulled out my wet penis and held it with my hand, rubbing the glans against her labia. As I
ground against her, a tightness gripped my lower body. I quickly grabbed an empty cup, placed it between her breasts, leaned forward, and, seeing
the blissful smile on her face, ejaculated into the cup.
"Darling!...Honey!...Get up and cook?" I helped her up from the table, gently
taking the cup of semen from her. I said, "You're so beautiful, so alluring~~ This cup is for you..."
I then took the opportunity to remove her tank top and put an apron on her so she could cook for me. Maybe
seeing her cooking with her bare bottom in the background would make me want to do it again? I held her shoulders and slowly fed her the liquid...
"What is this? Why does it taste so strange?" she asked, puzzled.
I kissed her cheek, gazing at the thin strands of semen clinging to her lips, and said smugly, "This is
the nectar of golden essence!"

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