The Story of My Beloved Wife, Part 2

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This sudden turn of events struck Wu Yong like a storm, leaving him bewildered, angry, and at a loss. He never imagined that such a bizarre incident would occur during his honeymoon with his beloved wife, causing him such embarrassment and humiliation!
Xiao Ai finished washing her hair, turned around, kissed him, and then carefully walked to the bathroom door, gently opening it a crack. She bent down and looked out, her full, fragrant buttocks immediately exposed beneath her short skirt. What a cruel irony! Just moments ago, the unsuspecting Xiao Ai had been played with to the point of ecstasy by her uncle in this very position. A wave of sorrow washed over Wu Yong.
Xiao Ai turned back, playfully making a face at Wu Yong: "Oh no! Uncle seems to be up. He's making breakfast! I can't get out! Hehe!" With that, she laboriously pulled her bra back down, finally covering her alluring red nipples. Then she picked up her underwear from the floor, lifted her leg, and pulled it onto her lower body, finally smoothing out her nightgown and fastening the buttons. Next, she peeked out of the bathroom door for a moment, then turned back and smiled, "Hopefully Uncle won't see me! Hehe!" With that, she tiptoed out of the bathroom and quickly ran back to the room.
Watching his wife Tingting's retreating figure, Wu Yong almost cried. "Saw me? More than just saw me! He made you so happy, and you don't even know you've been taken advantage of!" Leaning helplessly against the bathroom wall, Wu Yong felt a bitter, burning pain in his heart.
"I absolutely can't let Xiao Ai know about this!" Wu Yong gritted his teeth. Although his uncle's shamelessness angered him and left him unsure how to respond, he secretly resolved to keep it a secret. If his always innocent wife, Xiao Ai, knew what had happened today, who knew what kind of family tragedy would occur! Who knew what Xiao Ai, overwhelmed with shame, would do! Wu Yong simply couldn't bear to imagine. He closed his eyes, forced to swallow his anger.
A while later, at breakfast, Xiao Ai, dressed neatly in a dress and short skirt, chatted and laughed with her uncle at the table. Wu Yong watched, his heart aching. But what could he do? His beloved wife had been sexually assaulted without her knowledge, and now she was recounting her honeymoon to the man who had humiliated her. Wu Yong was furious! Even worse, his uncle, who had just taken advantage of his wife with such despicable means, was now acting as if nothing had happened, shamelessly smiling and fawning over her while secretly staring at her body, as if he wanted to see right through her clothes. It was as if he hadn't seen or touched her enough
that morning. Wu Yong couldn't even imagine the taste of breakfast. Forcibly suppressing his rage, he shoveled down his breakfast and stormed back to his room.
A while later, Xiao Ai returned to her room, her face beaming. Clearly, she was still completely unaware of what had happened that morning, and was still praising her uncle's porridge. Wu Yong dared not say anything, and could only feel sad inwardly. He was going to go shopping with her later, and he didn't want to upset her now.
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After nine o'clock, Xiao Ai, dressed in a dress and short skirt, was already waiting for him at the door. Despite his bad mood, and despite not yet figuring out how to deal with his uncle's mistake, Wu Yong could only grit his teeth and go out with Xiao Ai. The moment he stepped out the door, what was imprinted in Wu Yong's mind was Xiao Ai's innocent smile and his uncle's shameless lewd laughter behind him.
In the taxi, Xiao Ai looked at the city scenery outside the window with great curiosity. Today was a holiday, and the bustling city had a unique charm. Xiao Ai, who was usually busy with work, was so interested in everything outside the car window. But Wu Yong didn't seem to have the same interest. He was still brooding over what had happened that morning. Looking at Xiao Ai's sexy body under her dress, Wu Yong's anger flared up again. He angrily pressed down on Xiao Ai's buttocks. Xiao Ai was startled. Turning around, she saw Wu Yong's expression and couldn't understand it. She just blushed and gestured for him not to let the driver see. Later, Wu Yong put his hand under her skirt and touched her underwear. Xiao Ai didn't care much anymore; the scenery outside the window was so attractive, and the driver couldn't see their little actions anyway.
When they arrived in the bustling city center, the couple got out of the car and walked. Soon they arrived at a large shopping mall where a clothing exhibition was being held. There were many activities, but the most attractive to the audience was a fashion show in a large hall. Xiao Ai always liked the latest fashions, so she took Wu Yong's hand, and the two went to the fashion show. There were many people in the audience, and they struggled to squeeze to the front row. The front was a row of barriers formed by the mall's sales counters. They could only watch the show by leaning over the counters and enduring the crowd behind them. But Xiao Ai was very interested and watched with great interest.
The sound system was very loud, but they didn't talk. Wu Yong habitually put his hand on Xiao Ai's buttocks and touched them while watching the show. After Xiao Ai realized Wu Yong was up to something, she simply turned away slightly and resumed watching the performance, completely absorbed. A while later, the audience grew larger and the crowd became more congested. Wu Yong, who had been standing behind Xiao Ai, felt as if he had been pushed aside
. A little while later, Wu Yong casually began to stroke Xiao Ai's ample buttocks again. Then, to his surprise, he touched another hand! Wu Yong turned his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses standing next to him, also stroking Xiao Ai's buttocks! Wu Yong was shocked and almost cried out. How could this man be so bold and shameless?! How dare he molest a woman in public like this?! The man pretended to be watching a fashion show while continuing to stroke Xiao Ai's buttocks.
Wu Yong felt a surge of anger and was about to confront him when he saw the man turn around and smile at him. Wu Yong was stunned. Could this man really be this shameless?! Calming down, Wu Yong realized that the man probably thought he was also a pervert, groping women in public. He certainly didn't know about Wu Yong and Xiao Ai's marital relationship; he must have misunderstood their intimate moments. Regardless, his behavior was shameless! Wu Yong had learned his lesson. He knew that exposing him now would expose everyone present and embarrass Xiao Ai immensely. Therefore, for his own sake and for Xiao Ai's dignity, he couldn't act impulsively. But he couldn't let the pervert continue groping her like that! Wu Yong was caught in a dilemma.

He could only pretend not to know Xiao Ai and continue touching her buttocks with one hand. The man, as expected, thought Wu Yong was also taking advantage of her and didn't care. The two of them each placed one hand on either side of Xiao Ai's buttocks, groping her through her skirt. Occasionally, Xiao Ai would glance back, see it was Wu Yong, say nothing, and turn back to continue watching the performance.
Time ticked by, and beads of sweat dripped from Wu Yong's forehead. As Wu Yong touched her, he felt increasingly uneasy. How could such a thing happen? What kind of husband was he? He was about to speak to the man in sunglasses when the man began to act even bolder. He reached his hand inside Xiao Ai's skirt and started making movements. Wu Yong was startled and quickly reached his own hand inside Xiao Ai's skirt to see what the man was doing. As expected, the man's hand was caressing Xiao Ai's lace panties, occasionally poking her buttocks with his middle finger.
Wu Yong's face turned green. He decided to stop him no matter what. He resolutely reached out to grab the man's hand. When he touched the man's fingers, the man turned his face and whispered to him, "You can touch me here, enjoying it? I'll try something more exciting!"

Wu Yong was still wondering when he felt a bulge in Xiao Ai's panties, and then felt something moving inside through the fabric. Good heavens! The man had actually put his hand inside his wife Xiao Ai's lace panties! And he was still playing with her bare, fragrant buttocks!
Xiao Ai let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. Was he already touching her there? Wu Yong fearfully reached out with trembling hands, wanting to confirm it with his sense of touch. Sure enough, he felt the man's hand had moved from between Xiao Ai's buttocks to the front, probably touching her vulva. He wondered if Xiao Ai would be angry. Wu Yong quickly reached his hand under Xiao Ai's legs, trying to stop the man's hand. When his hand touched the inside of Xiao Ai's thighs, he was astonished to find that his fingers were touching wet, sticky fluid! Good heavens! Xiao Ai's vulva was already secreting fluid! What surprised Wu Yong even more was that, perhaps because Xiao Ai thought her husband was touching her, she spread her legs even wider. Seeing this, the man became even more enthusiastic. He bent down, his hand slipping between her thighs from behind and touching Xiao Ai's pubic hair.

At this moment, the man took out his other hand, preparing to reach inside. Afraid of being discovered by Xiao Ai, Wu Yong, without thinking, pulled his hand out, inadvertently giving the lecherous man more space. Wu Yong felt him reach his other hand from Xiao Ai's waist to the front, spreading open her underwear and reaching down to touch her pubic hair. His two hands moved in a coordinated motion, gradually pushing Xiao Ai's underwear down until it slipped under her buttocks. Xiao Ai's lower body was now naked.

Looking down, Wu Yong saw the man's one hand touching Xiao Ai's buttocks from behind, while his other hand touched her genitals from the front. Through the gap in her clothing, he could see Xiao Ai's snow-white buttocks trembling under his touch, the flesh rising and falling with his touch. Wu Yong secretly thought how impressive this was.

Suddenly, the man pulled down his zipper, took out his penis, and pressed it against Xiao Ai's buttocks, as if preparing to penetrate her. To facilitate penetration, the man lifted Xiao Ai's skirt up to her waist, then placed his hands on her round, upturned buttocks, signaling her not to move. He then lowered his legs, thrusting forward, his glans plunging fiercely into her vagina, squeezing out a considerable amount of vaginal fluid.
The lights, seemingly oblivious to the situation, dimmed, perhaps to change the atmosphere of the performance. In the dim light, Wu Yong noticed Xiao Ai seemingly pushing her buttocks back in cooperation, and vaguely saw the man's hand caressing her breasts, followed by Xiao Ai's comfortable moans. This
unprecedentedly lewd behavior finally jolted Wu Yong awake. He could no longer tolerate or hesitate. In a flash, he rushed forward, pulled the man away, and shoved him to the ground. Before the man could react, he quickly pulled down Xiao Ai's skirt, grabbed his wife Xiao Ai, took her hand, and without giving her a chance to ask questions, led her out of the crowd. Without looking back, he went to the street, hailed a taxi, pushed Xiao Ai into the car, and then jumped in himself. The taxi sped away from the mall, belching exhaust fumes.
Back at his uncle's house, Wu Yong was utterly devastated. Their honeymoon was supposed to be about strengthening their relationship and relaxing, but instead, so many heartbreaking things had happened! If Xiao Ai found out, who knew what kind of rift would form between them? It would surely be a family tragedy too painful to recall.
Recalling Xiao Ai's blushing face as she sweetly asked him why he was leaving so soon in the taxi, Wu Yong's heart pounded even more.
Disturbed and confused, Wu Yong decided to leave Xiao Ai at his uncle's house and go out for a walk alone in the middle of the day. The city was bustling, and there were still quite a few people on the streets at midday. Walking through the downtown area to the moat, Wu Yong gradually became captivated by the beautiful scenery of the clear water and green willows, and his mood gradually improved. This is Wu Yong's usual way of adjusting his mood when he's in a bad mood.
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Wu Yong was lost in thought by the river when a sweet voice suddenly came from behind him: "Honey, don't stand in the sun for too long."
Wu Yong turned around in surprise and found his wife, Xiao Ai, standing behind him, seemingly having been there for quite a while.
"You? Have you been following me?" Wu Yong asked.
"I saw you were in a bad mood, so I came out with you to cheer you up. I didn't want to bother you, so I just quietly followed behind you," Xiao Ai said, her face full of concern.
Seeing Xiao Ai's expression, Wu Yong's heart softened instantly, and he didn't want to dwell on any past mistakes. He took his wife's hand, and they continued walking along the river.
The couple spent the entire afternoon shopping and visiting amusement parks, thoroughly enjoying themselves. In the evening, after having dinner on the street, on their way back to his uncle's house, they encountered a group of people dancing outdoors in the city center square. The couple joined the joyful crowd, dancing with abandon.
Back at her uncle's house, Xiao Ai hummed a tune, her light figure still dancing gracefully. Wu Yong kept gesturing for her not to disturb her uncle, who had already gone to his room and locked the door to sleep.
"Darling." "Hmm?" Xiao Ai, lost in her own world, only replied with one word. "You like dancing so much?" "Of course~" Three words. "Have you ever done a striptease?" Wu Yong, perhaps overly excited, actually asked such a question. Xiao Ai finally stopped and glanced at him, or perhaps, glared at him.
"It's just adding very ordinary undressing movements to the dance." Wu Yong continued.
"Pfft!" Xiao Ai burst out laughing. "Don't make pornography sound so artistic, okay?"
"Have you ever done one?" Wu Yong persisted. "Of course not!" Xiao Ai answered briefly and forcefully, then tossed her head away, ignoring him. "Then how about we do one?" "No!" Xiao Ai didn't even turn her head.
"Come on~" "No~" She slipped into the room in a flash.
The room was so small; running in meant she wanted to be a lamb to the slaughter. Wu Yong stood blocking the doorway, leering at her. Xiao Ai smiled back at him. "I don't believe you'll sleep in your clothes tonight." "Fine, I'll take them off, but I won't jump." She wasn't afraid of Wu Yong seeing her undress; she even had him help her unzip her clothes!
"You have big breasts and a nice butt; it'd be a shame not to jump." Wu Yong wasn't done teasing her. Xiao Ai, mindful of her dress, ignored him, put away her clothes, and went to take a shower.
Wu Yong, quick-witted, took advantage of the moment to strip naked and ran to the kitchen to get an ice bucket. Soon after, Xiao Ai came out wrapped in a towel, glancing suspiciously at the ice bucket. "What are you doing with that?" she asked, catching him off guard. Seeing his plan had succeeded, Wu Yong grabbed two ice cubes and slipped to her side, holding a corner of the towel in one hand. "Xiao Ai, come here." He forcefully pulled open the towel while presenting the ice cubes to her. "Ugh—ouch! No! No!" Actually, Wu Yong only wanted to scare her with the ice; it might not be effective if it actually froze her. "No! No! No!" Xiao Ai panicked, dodging left and right naked, while Wu Yong followed her with the ice. Now he didn't need to coax her into dancing; her breasts were perfectly connected, her buttocks were voluptuous, every twist and sway of her hips was a natural, captivating charm, far more stimulating than professional posing.
"No! Take it away!" Cornered against the wall, Xiao Ai stood a step in front of Wu Yong, staring nervously at his hand holding the ice. "If you can escape into bed, I won't use the ice on you." "Really?" "Absolutely not." Xiao Ai looked at Wu Yong, and Wu Yong looked at Xiao Ai, locked in a stalemate. Suddenly, Xiao Ai started dodging left and right, trying to find an opening, but Wu Yong used the ice to block her, then created an opening for her. The tactic had to change. As she slipped past him, Wu Yong brazenly groped her bouncing breasts with his left hand, which wasn't holding the ice cube. Once she was past, he immediately closed in, keeping a close watch on her. She was busy running, while Wu Yong was busy groping her opening and closing buttocks.
Xiao Ai jumped onto the bed with unprecedented agility, pulled the blanket over herself, and glared angrily at Wu Yong, who was panting heavily. Wu Yong, true to his word, pretended to be helpless, stuffed the ice cube into his mouth, and while biting it, he twirled his hand to indicate that he hadn't taken anything. Once she felt reassured, he pressed his cool palm against her left breast. "Ah!~" Her breast trembled, and her nipple immediately stood erect. Perhaps too surprised, Xiao Ai just stared at him with her mouth wide open, and didn't even try to push him away. "It's not an ice cube," Wu Yong said, spreading his hands. "I didn't break my promise!"
Xiao Ai glared at Wu Yong with a stern face and a pout. Wu Yong could only make a pleading gesture, but she remained unmoved: "Can you stop pouting like your asshole?" Xiao Ai's cheeks twitched, and she couldn't hold back anymore, ignoring him again. She lay down, unfolded the quilt, and went to sleep. Wu Yong also drooled and crawled into bed under the same quilt. Suddenly, Xiao Ai stretched out her bare, snow-white arm and drew a line heavily on the quilt. "The Chu River and Han Boundary! You're not allowed to touch me tonight!" Wu Yong used both hands, creating a bulge on one side of the quilt. "What about this?" Xiao Ai pretended to be startled. "You...you really want it?" Wu Yong nodded. Xiao Ai laughed: "I'm not your tool for sexual gratification!" "Who asked you to look so tempting and criminal?" The couple teased and flirted with each other, completely dispelling the disharmonious atmosphere of the morning.
"Hey!" Xiao Ai pouted, bent her slender waist, and grabbed the bulging top with both hands, massaging it vigorously. "Will this work? You can't even solve it by just putting on a condom normally, what's the use of scratching an itch through a boot?" Wu Yong felt he had to continue teasing her. Xiao Ai ignored him, just kept grabbing. "I see! I see!" Wu Yong said deliberately. "What? What do you see? Ah!~" It turned out that as she moved up and down, the quilt had already slipped off, and her beautiful breasts were bouncing up and down. In a panic, Xiao Ai didn't try to cover her chest, but instead flipped the quilt over and covered Wu Yong's head with it. "You pervert! How dare you peek at my erect little brother?" Wu Yong shouted incoherently. "Show-off! Who wants to see!" Unexpectedly, in just a moment, Wu Yong felt his penis being enveloped by a warm and moist crevice. It turned out that Xiao Ai had already put her hairy vulva on his penis in a riding position. "Ugh! So wet and hot, I wonder whose greedy mouth is this?" Wu Yong mocked deliberately. Xiao Ai laughed out loud, but ignored him, continuing to move.
Wu Yong's hands slipped out from under the covers and began to grope Xiao Ai's breasts. Such a large pair was easily reached. Xiao Ai symbolically raised her hand to block him, and Wu Yong tried to lift the covers. However, even though she held the covers down, her tender breasts couldn't escape Wu Yong's "clutches." As the two were locked in a stalemate, Wu Yong suddenly remembered what martial arts dramas taught him: when comparing internal strength, if a third party attacks, the attacked party will surely be defeated. But where could he find a third party now? Immediately, he thrust his hips repeatedly, his penis pounding against her sensitive spot.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~—!" Xiao Ai's hands loosened, and Wu Yong immediately pulled off the covers, groping her all over. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, she tried to cover her mouth to stifle her moans, but Wu Yong grabbed her slender hands and made her fondle her bouncing breasts. "If it feels good, just scream it out!"

"I...no, I'm not..."
"If you didn't feel like you couldn't hold back, why did you rush to put it on? You didn't even cover your pubic hair!?" "You're bad! Ah~! You're looking at my private parts again!" "You're a lustful woman." "Ah~ ah~ don't say that! Be gentle..." "You put it on too hard, and you blame me for pushing too hard, then I'll be even less polite!" Wu Yong grabbed her and threw her aside, casually pulling a quilt under her buttocks to make her tender triangle stand up high, then raised her legs even higher. Seeing this, Xiao Ai knew things were going badly. "No! This is too much! Ah! Ahh! I can't take it anymore! Ah! It's hot!"
Inside the room, the couple's love and passion were colliding violently, but outside, a pair of thieving eyes were spying on everything inside! Wu Yong's idea of a third party had become a reality!
"Huff! Huff!" The uncle's hand vigorously stroked his penis, "Xiao Ai! One day, I will make you straddle me like this, no! Even more lewdly than now, and let me humiliate your noble breasts, round buttocks, and hairy vulva to my heart's content!"
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The next morning, Wu Yong and Xiao Ai slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. After a long kiss, they got up, dressed, and went to the kitchen. The uncle was already sitting at the dining table.
"Good morning, Uncle!" Xiao Ai greeted him warmly, "I didn't tell you I was coming back so late yesterday, I must have disturbed you, right? I'm so sorry!" Wu Yong smiled back.
"Oh! It's alright, it's alright! We're family, no need to be so formal!" Uncle seemed very generous and casual. "Come, sit down! Have breakfast. Wu Yong's cousin is coming back today!"
"Oh? My cousin is coming back from his business trip?"
"Yes, yes! My son's job requires him to travel out of town frequently. It's made him only have a girlfriend so far, I wonder when he'll get married!"
After noon, the door opened, and the cousin returned, carrying bags and packages, and of course, his girlfriend. Wu Yong and his cousin had a good relationship, so naturally there was a hug and greeting. The group chatted for most of the day.
In the evening, the cousin said he rushed back to see Wu Yong and his wife, and also to attend a party at a bar. He said it was a partner party, so he and his girlfriend Lan Ping were going, and he also invited Wu Yong and his wife to come along.
"I don't really want to go," Xiao Ai said softly.
Although Xiao Ai declined, saying she didn't want to go to the bar party, Wu Yong persuaded her to come anyway. Wu Yong was secretly pleased, because this showed that his wife was quite introverted and unwilling to be overly unrestrained in public. His cousin's girlfriend, Lan Ping, seemed less hesitant and readily agreed. It seemed his cousin had taken her to similar events before.
After leaving his uncle's house, the four of them hailed a taxi and headed towards their destination. Along the way, his cousin kept winking and smiling at Wu Yong. Wu Yong began to feel uneasy: his cousin said he was taking them to a party, but his expression was mysterious—what was he up to?
Once inside the party bar, Wu Yong realized the atmosphere was completely different from the outside. The bar didn't feel like a bar at all; it was more like a dance hall, blasting loud rock music. Many young people were dancing in the cramped space, the lights flashing, and some people wore bizarre clothes with fluorescent patterns. When the lights dimmed, it created a mesmerizing and dizzying atmosphere.

Wu Yong and his three friends found a table, ordered some beer, and after a while, Wu Yong's cousin pulled his girlfriend out to dance. As they danced, they gestured for Wu Yong and his wife to join them, so Wu Yong pulled Xiao Ai to dance with them. Xiao Ai hesitated for a while, but finally gave in and went with him to the dance floor. It wasn't a proper dance hall, so the area was small and crowded. Wu Yong and Xiao Ai were dancing facing each other when suddenly she screamed. Wu Yong was startled and looked closely, realizing that because of the crowd, a man dancing behind Xiao Ai had brushed against her buttocks, and because they couldn't turn around, he had been pressing against her. No wonder the introverted Xiao Ai panicked.
Just as Wu Yong and Xiao Ai were getting into the swing of things, and Xiao Ai was relaxing, a young man without a partner approached them, facing Xiao Ai with hopeful eyes, and began swaying his hips. Wu Yong, having been through many dances, immediately recognized this as a move to steal a partner. This gesture indicated the man's disapproval and dissatisfaction with the dance pairing, implying he wanted the woman to switch to dancing with him. While it was a sign of contempt for Wu Yong, it was also a display of respect and affection for Xiao Ai. In such situations, Wu Yong would usually politely offer his partner, knowing his own dancing wasn't very good. However, today his partner was his wife, Xiao Ai, and Wu Yong hesitated. But the man seemed persistent, undeterred, continuing his actions until even Xiao Ai felt embarrassed. Unable to avoid further embarrassment, Wu Yong glanced at Xiao Ai and released her hand.
The man politely nodded to Wu Yong, then embraced Xiao Ai and began their dance. Suddenly feeling empty, Wu Yong stood helplessly on the dance floor, staring blankly as his beloved wife danced in the arms of a stranger.
The man was of good build, neither too thin nor too fat, and his dark blue jumpsuit made him look even more dashing. His unrestrained manner seemed to gradually influence Xiao Ai, who slowly became more relaxed and open. Their movements on the dance floor were perfectly synchronized, each gesture full of beauty, showcasing the essence of ballroom dancing to its fullest. Wu Yong noticed many people's attention was focused on the two of them, and a strange, peculiar feeling slowly rose within him. Watching his wife's graceful dance steps and the way her long skirt billowed as she twirled, he wished people wouldn't stare too much at her slender figure and voluptuous body, and he especially didn't want everyone to know that this vibrant beauty was his bed partner.

Just as Wu Yong was feeling uneasy, his cousin's girlfriend, Lan Ping, suddenly appeared before him. It turned out that her cousin had already gone to dance with another woman dressed in a flamboyant style, leaving Lan Ping alone. Lan Ping seemed to have noticed that Wu Yong was also alone, so she came over to him. Only then did Wu Yong have a chance to carefully observe this beautiful woman: she wore a deep maroon backless short dress, with an Italian silk shawl draped over her shoulders, and an octagonal amethyst brooch fastened at her chest, drawing all attention to her smooth, alabaster-like skin. She wore grey-black silk stockings with a subtle floral pattern, making her long legs appear even more slender. A pair of large hoop earrings adorned her ears, pure and simple, perfectly complementing her simple, natural long hair. Her features were already those of a beauty, but now, with the addition of makeup, she appeared even more stunning and captivating. It was a rare coincidence that neither of them had a dance partner, so Wu Yong naturally walked up to her and invited her to dance. Down on the dance floor, the music shifted to a slow waltz. She placed her hands on Wu Yong's shoulders, and Wu Yong, in turn, held her slender waist, dancing to the rhythm.

In the dim light, Wu Yong saw the man from before, also engrossed in the enchanting music, with Xiao Ai. Xiao Ai wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her face against his chest, while he held her waist, their abdomens pressed tightly together. Occasionally, he would intentionally or unintentionally thrust his lower body forward, rubbing against Xiao Ai's crotch, as if trying to press their bodies together, to merge them into one. Xiao Ai's face was already flushed with embarrassment. Under the pressure, her full breasts were squeezed out more and more, almost bursting out of her collar. A strange feeling welled up in Wu Yong's heart again. He kept praying that the music wouldn't be interrupted or stopped, that the lights wouldn't be turned on too brightly, otherwise more people would be able to see his wife's alluring "inner beauty."

Seeing Wu Yong's absent-mindedness, Lan Ping assumed he was too reserved for formalities and took the initiative to create a more romantic atmosphere. Her delicate hands, which had been on his shoulders, now encircled his neck, her chest pressing against him, her full breasts swaying gently with her movements, releasing a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Wu Yong was instantly captivated, his gaze fixed on the lovely woman before him, no longer paying attention to his wife's actions. Gradually, his breathing quickened, his breath hot against Lan Ping's swollen breasts. Peeking down, he could see almost everything except the nipples.

A primal male urge surged uncontrollably within Wu Yong; he regretted that his trousers were too tight, unable to contain his growing member. It hardened and rose higher inside, stretching his crotch into a bulge, making Wu Yong blush with embarrassment. He secretly arched his lower body back to avoid being discovered by Lan Ping in his improper state. Unfortunately, it was too late. She had already noticed her dance partner's physical change, her face flushing shyly as she smiled slightly, revealing her teeth. Wu Yong wanted to return to his position early, but she didn't seem to care. She subtly moved her lower body forward, using the movement of her body to rub against the tip of his erection. Wu Yong then understood that the requirements of this dance would cause this subconscious reaction in both men and women.

With the aroma of flesh filling the air and his lower body rubbing against her, he was on the verge of losing control. If this weren't a public place where everyone was watching, Wu Yong would no longer care about the consequences of breaking off relations with his cousin and would have "taken her right there and then." His mind was racing, but his heart was pounding: the music absolutely couldn't stop now, or he'd be making a huge bulge down there, a complete embarrassment, and how would he ever get back to his seat?

Wu Yong clung tightly to Lan Ping, their bodies pressed together, secretly calculating the remaining time of the music. Using her body to shield his lower body, he led her slowly toward her seat. It was a close call; they hadn't gone far when the music stopped. Wu Yong wiped a cold sweat from his brow, plopped down, and breathed a sigh of relief. Lan Ping sat beside him with a smile, as if nothing had happened. She glanced at him casually, but as soon as their eyes met, she immediately looked away, leaving Wu Yong's mind racing, wondering what she was up to.

Then, as the next piece of music began, Wu Yong unconsciously approached Lan Ping again and asked her to dance, which she accepted without hesitation. The music was for a cowboy dance. Lan Ping stood up gracefully, took Wu Yong's hand, and walked off the dance floor. Holding her delicate hand, Wu Yong felt its warmth and smoothness, its softness almost boneless. Her dance moves were beautiful and skillful; every turn, every gesture, was full of vitality and passion. When Wu Yong pulled her towards his chest, she nestled gently in his arms. As she twirled away, her short skirt billowed out, revealing her two smooth thighs up to their juncture, all laid bare before Wu Yong's eyes. Through the thin stockings, he could see her white thong, and even the slight mound at the bottom.

Wu Yong was gradually infected by her passionate exuberance. His eyes were constantly glued to the ice cream, then drawn to the smooth, white skin of her back as she leaned against him, and his heart stirred once more. That little brother of his, which shouldn't have started at this time, was stirring again, gradually raising its head, like someone unwilling to be lonely and hiding in the darkness, trying to stick its head out to join the lively party.

Fortunately, the close contact during the cowboy dance didn't last long, otherwise the pants wouldn't have been able to contain this fire. If she had actually touched the hard thing in his chest, Wu Yong would have been so embarrassed that he would have wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Fate is truly ironic. Just when he was in a state of confusion, not knowing how to get off the stage, the music ended. Lan Ping leaned forward, raised one leg, bent back, and struck a beautiful finishing pose. When Wu Yong leaned forward and hugged her waist to match, the bulge in the front of his pants pressed right against the mound where her legs met. Wu Yong thought, "This is terrible! Everything's been exposed. I'm going to get a resounding slap!"

To his surprise, she not only didn't seem offended, but deliberately pressed her lower body closer together, maintaining the beautiful pose for several seconds. During this time, she used her yin energy to press her lower body against his erection, gently rubbing it, arousing Wu Yong's blood to the point of boiling, making him almost unable to stand. At this moment, his desire was no longer to find a hole in the ground, but to find a hole in the small mound between her legs, so that
his penis, which was about to burst out of his pants, could burrow inside. Those few seconds felt like years; Wu Yong truly wished time could stop, allowing him to continue immersing himself in this inexplicably pleasurable gentle paradise. The music that followed was even more aphrodisiac, making one's bones almost melt. Coupled with the sexy and alluring dance of the beautiful woman before him, Wu Yong was completely infatuated! But just then, he accidentally stepped on Lan Ping's foot. Wu Yong seemed to be jolted awake; he realized that if he and Lan Ping were so enchanted, shouldn't his beloved wife Xiao Ai and that other man be experiencing the same thing?! No one could escape the charm and magic of this music.
Startled, Wu Yong quickly turned his head, searching for Xiao Ai's figure. Finally, at the far end of the dance floor, in the dimly lit area against the wall, Wu Yong managed to spot Xiao Ai and the man. It was outrageous! Xiao Ai had her back to him, her hands limply resting on the man's shoulders, her body seemingly weak as she leaned against him. The man's hands were inside Xiao Ai's short skirt, kneading her plump buttocks. From the outside, only the movement of his hands was visible; whether he was touching her through her underwear or had already slipped inside was unknown. Moreover, judging from their posture, the man was undoubtedly kissing Xiao Ai's lips and face passionately. In the noisy dance hall, no one noticed their actions, so the man's movements became increasingly exaggerated and outrageous. From a distance, Wu Yong could only see Xiao Ai violently twisting her body.
The dance floor was packed with people, and the atmosphere was incredibly chaotic. Soon, the crowd blocked Wu Yong's view. Wu Yong absentmindedly held Lan Ping, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw it was his cousin. Wu Yong snapped out of his daze and was about to explain when his cousin spoke first: "You'd better go find Xiao Ai! I just saw the man who danced with her take her to the side to drink and then drug her drink. It's pretty chaotic around here; hooligans often put aphrodisiacs in other people's drinks. You'd better go find Xiao Ai and see if anything bad has happened."
Wu Yong's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of Xiao Ai's retreating figure, a sense of foreboding rose within him. Could that man be a pervert? And had his eye on his wife, Xiao Ai? Without waiting for a reply, Wu Yong released Lan Ping's hand and plunged into the crowd on the dance floor, struggling towards the direction where Xiao Ai had been.
Reaching the wall, Wu Yong couldn't find Xiao Ai or the man. He frantically asked around, but everyone was busy partying and no one paid him any attention. Thinking Xiao Ai might have been drugged, Wu Yong was frantic. He wandered aimlessly, calling Xiao Ai's name, but to no avail. Just as he

was becoming increasingly anxious, Wu Yong caught a glimpse of a man's back on the other side of the crowd. Looking closer, he saw a beautiful face slumped over the man's shoulder, a pair of delicate arms wrapped around his neck, and two jade-white legs hanging from his thick waist and hips. He seemed to be carrying a woman towards the corridor of the private room. Those specially made stockings and white high heels—it must be Xiao Ai and the man! Just as the man was about to enter the corner of the corridor with Xiao Ai in his arms, Wu Yong suddenly noticed that at the base of Xiao Ai's legs, which were crossed over the man's waist, hung her sexy lace panties.
Wu Yong frantically pushed his way to the other side of the dance floor. But by the time he squeezed through, Xiao Ai was nowhere to be seen. Wu Yong frantically ran back and forth in the corridor of the private room, knocking on doors everywhere, but he was scolded a lot and still couldn't find Xiao Ai.
Just as Wu Yong was at a loss, Xiao Ai's silvery laughter suddenly came from one of the private rooms: "I'm not drunk! Hehehe—if you don't believe me, let me ride on top of you and see!" Her laughter was full of morbid lewdness.

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