The beautiful wife traded her body for the lost jade pendant, but ended up losing both her and the money.

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Describing a story spanning over a
decade in words is a simple matter, but if it's a series of continuous, real events, then for the person involved, good things are manageable, but bad things can feel like an eternity. After all, days pass one by one, hour by hour. What
I'm about to recount is the experience of being cuckolded, a series of events, from initial anger and resentment to a reluctant acceptance, the inner turmoil and excitement simultaneously pounding within me. What's particularly striking is that initially, I discovered some ambiguous matters, fantasizing about erotic scenes to stimulate myself, only to later discover it actually happened, and the reality was even more stimulating than imagined. This psychological shift is difficult to recount in detail, and to understand everything that happened, especially those involving only my wife and lover, required considerable effort.
Previously, to avoid being recognized by acquaintances, I interweaved different events in my writing, but now I think it doesn't matter. What's done is done; why should I be afraid of seeing a story similar to my own?
The earlier posts were based on facts with some wishful thinking, intended to make the story more complete. Today, after two years of experiencing so much, I've had a deeper reflection, summary, and reflection on my experiences. I've also taken a series of technical measures to clarify things I wanted to understand, and thus decided to write down each event. These events span a long period, and only now do we have a complete picture. Some of the male parties involved are dead, some are still alive, some sexual encounters have ended, some are ongoing, and some may be about to happen.
1. Peeping at a bathhouse and witnessing his girlfriend being threatened and raped by an old man
== Accidentally hearing moans of adultery.
That night, I was outside the company entertaining clients, completely drunk. The company car dropped me off at the village entrance, and I staggered home. Passing the village public bathhouse, I saw the women's bathroom light on and a surge of desire welled up inside me. I wanted to rush home and fuck my wife to relieve my pent-up frustration.
Just as I passed under the window, I heard a man and woman talking inside. Curious, I realized this must be the women's bathroom; double bathrooms weren't common back then.
Alcohol can cloud judgment, so I pressed my ear to listen:
Man: "Yeah, right, stand against the wall. Let's see how my cock is."
Woman: "Go, pull up your pants. Let's begin."
I thought: "Why are you still wearing pants?"
Man: "Great tits! So bouncy!"
Woman: "Ah!" Gently rubbing
Man: "Hey, your nipples are still virgins. Does your boyfriend not use them much either?" Tsk tsk tsk— Woman
: "Get lost!"
I felt incredibly aroused. So it was an affair!
Man: "Tell me!"
Woman: "Yes." Man
: "How many times have I fucked you?"
Woman: "Can you not be so rough?"
Man: "Hehe." "Tell me, how many times have I fucked you?"
Woman: "Only three
times ."
Man: "Ha, you're still a virgin, huh? Your boyfriend's penis is shorter than mine, right?" Woman didn't speak.
Man: "Tell me, is it shorter?"
Woman: "Yes. " Man:
"How much shorter?"
Woman: "About two centimeters shorter."
It seems like a young woman and an older man. This woman is about the same age as my girlfriend, she's also just been fucked three times. My curiosity got the better of me, so I wanted to climb up and look inside.
I glanced at the window. Because it's a women's bathhouse, to prevent people from peeping, this window is usually closed, and there's a layer of black felt cloth on the outside, so no light gets through.
I was a little disappointed, but I wasn't giving up, so I climbed up the windowsill first, and finally discovered a little secret. This must have been a back door left by someone who had peeked before. This black felt cloth was made up of two pieces of black felt cloth sewn together, and a small slit had been cut at the seam, and then it was closed again. The opening was very small, not cut, but torn along a pre-existing small crack, about three centimeters long. I tried to tear it bigger, but I couldn't; the felt was too stiff. And I think the perverts of the past didn't tear the hole bigger, probably because they were afraid it would be discovered. I stepped down to rest my arm, then looked around to see if anyone was passing by, and then climbed back onto the windowsill
—watching the sex show from the windowsill
. This bathroom was the westernmost of the four main rooms in this house. It was a north-south oriented room divided into two parts in the middle: the southern half was the dressing room, and the northern half was the shower room. The entrance was on the south side of the east wall of the dressing room, and there was a row of chairs to the north of the door. The southern half had a window with thick curtains. The west wall was a
partition wall between the two parts, made of aluminum alloy, with the bottom about a meter high and frosted glass above. In the center of the aluminum alloy wall was the door from the dressing room to the shower room; only the door frame was visible. There was no door, only a waterproof curtain about a meter long hanging down, made up of about eight or nine thin strips, each about ten centimeters long. Because no one was showering and the bathhouse was closing, the curtain was half-lifted and hanging on the other side. Luckily, the bathhouse was closing; only with the curtain half-open could I see that the
shower rooms were dark, only the changing room had a small ten-watt light. I looked for a while until my eyes adjusted to the light, then looked at the changing room—no one was there. I looked towards the shower rooms; two or three of the dozen or so showerheads were on, but I didn't see anyone under them. I found it strange.
"Okay, don't bite, it hurts." I heard a woman's voice again. Oh, I understood; they were on the other side of the on showerheads.
I climbed down, stretched my arms, and then climbed back onto the windowsill to look inside.
The woman was standing against the east wall of the shower room. Because of the steam in the shower room, the angle, and her lowered head with her long hair hanging down, I couldn't see her face, but I could see from her breasts to her knees. Hehe, her face didn't matter; as long as I could see her figure, that was enough. She was only wearing a semi-transparent light yellow top, open at the chest, obviously without a bra, her two breasts perked up, and a pair of white polyester shorts with blue polka dots, tightly taut on her buttocks and thighs. The color was only clearly visible when they went to the changing room; at this point, all that could be identified was that it was a light-colored top.
The man was half-squatting in front of the woman, kneading one breast with each hand, his bearded mouth moving back and forth between her nipples.
Man: Tsk tsk tsk—
Woman: Mmm, mmm, ah!
Woman: Ah! No!
It turned out the man's hand was between the woman's legs, touching her vulva.
Man: You little slut, not wearing panties yet, you really need to be fucked.
Woman: Get lost, you promised not to touch down there!
Man: Then you have to kiss my cock.
Woman: You! No! The man , who had agreed to only touch her breasts before giving her something
, stood up, pulled down his pants, and brandished his hard, sluggish penis in front of the woman. It was a thick, long, and dark penis, clearly used many times, and quite long. The woman shoved the man away, and he, caught off guard, took a step back. At that moment, I saw the man – the 50-something-year-old bathhouse owner. No wonder; a young man would have been hard already.
It seemed they were engaged in a transaction, not a simple affair. The woman agreed to let the man touch her breasts in exchange for something, but now he was pushing his luck. "
Interesting, exciting, I'm hard!
" he said. "You have to kiss me!"
The man pressed the woman's head towards his crotch with his right hand, while his other hand, trembling with his penis, moved towards her mouth. The woman struggled, shaking her head. Then, the man released her head, and the woman took the opportunity to stand up, panting heavily.
The man paused, gripping his penis in one hand, and thrust it towards the woman's crotch. The woman hurriedly slid along the wall, but slipped on the wet ground, stumbling and bending over.
The old man seized the opportunity to support her, pressing her head towards his crotch. As the man's glans approached her mouth, whether due to the man's strength or the woman's resignation, she paused slightly, squatted down, opened her mouth, and gently took the man's glans into her mouth.
Man: "Mmm, yes, like that, kiss it properly."
Woman: "Ugh.
" Man: "Don't let your teeth touch your penis.
" Woman: "Ugh."
The woman shook her head violently, shaking off the man's hand that was pressing down on her head, and lifted her head.
Woman: "Okay, that's enough. This is too much. My husband has asked me to kiss him, but I've never done it." Yes,
up to this point, my wife had indeed never given me oral sex.
Man: "Hmph, you little slut, you little beauty, if you really want your jade pendant, then suck it properly. Never let you kiss me?" That's perfect, I've finally gotten to fuck a virgin's mouth, haha.
Woman: Don't call me a slut, okay?
Man: Then give me a good
kiss. The woman started kissing the man again .
== If the mouth couldn't get it out, she used her vagina to squeeze it out
. After a few minutes, the man's penis got even harder, and he couldn't help but groan
. Woman: Okay, that's enough. Don't go too far
. Man: No. If you didn't make my penis hard, it means you didn't kiss it well . Woman
: Is it because your penis isn't good enough?
Man: Damn it, slut. You didn't kiss it well, and you won't let me touch your genitals, how can it get hard? Okay, you're making fun of me again, now you have to suck it out for me.
Woman: You!
Man: I'm tired, let's change positions .
The woman hesitated.
Man: Do you want your jade pendant?
The man sat down next to the woman
. The woman hesitated again, then bent over to the side in front of him, using her mouth to play with his penis, her buttocks facing the window
. The man's hand reached out and kneaded the woman's buttocks. Then he slowly pulled down the woman's pants. The woman seemed to sense it and pushed his hand away.
Man: You're not only a slut, you're a whore. No bra, no underwear, you're just asking to be fucked, aren't you?
The woman stood up abruptly, as if about to explode. Unexpectedly, the man pulled her pants down to her thighs.
Virgin : So much hair, you're obviously a whore
. Woman: You bastard!
The man's hand quickly moved between the woman's legs.
Man: Wow, so much water.
Woman: You, no!
The man's hand continued to move in, and the woman bent over, backing away. The man grabbed the woman's nipples. Man: I'll let you run. You slut. Woman
: You said you wouldn't touch my lower
half. Man: Are you going to ask my dick? If my dick doesn't agree, I'm afraid your little cunt won't agree either, right?
Woman: ...
Man: You can either run now, or let me cum and take your stuff.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the man. The man pulled the woman close, one hand on her cunt, the other playing with and kissing her breasts. The man placed the woman's hand on his penis again
: "Now it's big, isn't it?
" The woman replied, "Yes
." The man said, "Now use your little cunt to serve my penis." After saying that, the man leaned back, leaving
only his penis erect.
The woman, helpless, moved closer to the old man, using one hand to shove his penis between her legs.
"No, it's not in!"
"It's in
! No, standing like this, only your thighs are clamping it, not your little cunt. Hehe, trying to fool this old man?" The old man grabbed the woman's breasts and
groaned. The woman gave a soft groan and pushed the old man's hand
away, walking to a chair outside.
Helplessly, she followed the man into
the changing room. Inside, the old man pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect, dark, thick penis. The woman stared at the man's penis, paused for a moment, turned around, pulled down her pants to expose her entire buttocks, and then sat down on the man's penis .
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The man and woman cried out simultaneously. So damn exciting!
"Okay, I don't want the jade pendant anymore, I don't want it." The woman stood up.
"No, you didn't aim properly just now, you almost broke my penis, you have to compensate me. And you have to squeeze out the semen, see if my penis still works!"
"That's because you didn't aim properly." The woman took a step forward, pulling up her pants as she was about to leave.
The man quickly stood up and grabbed one of the woman's hands. The woman, half-turned, was abruptly stopped by the old man's hand, her leg not retracting.
"Ah!" This time it was the woman's scream
. The man, experienced as he was, took advantage of the moment when the woman lifted her leg and parted her labia, his glans thrusting into her vagina.
"Damn slut, your cunt was already wet, still pretending." The man cursed, shoving the woman forward. To avoid falling, the woman raised her hands to hold onto the wall in front of her, and the man took the opportunity to thrust his penis forward, the dark thing going in halfway
. "I'll let you run again, you little slut, you little whore."
The man gripped the woman's slender waist tightly, his penis stroking rapidly.
== The old man saw me and fucked me extra hard
. It was so stimulating, I couldn't take it anymore. I hadn't fucked in three months. I got off the windowsill, stroked a few times, and released the semen I had been holding back for so long. I didn't care that I had to pay my dues when I got home. I leaned against the wall, panting for a few minutes, pulled up my pants, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I listened again. Damn it, the moans of lovemaking inside were still going on. Although the woman was trying to suppress them, I could tell that she was moaning with great pleasure. It seems the woman has gone from initial resistance to being completely conquered by the old man's long, black penis.
I climbed back onto the window, but because I'd used up so much energy, I couldn't hold on any longer. I moved some broken bricks under my feet, and accidentally, two bricks collided with a "thud." Luckily, the wind was strong, so I stopped and listened to the sounds inside. It was still going on. I was a little jealous of the old man; not only had he raped and conquered a young girl, but his penis was also large and lasted a long time. I was also jealous of the young woman, having such a thick, long penis to satisfy her. Who fucks doesn't matter, the key is satisfaction, right? Besides, if a man's ability is demonstrated by possessing a woman's vagina, then he's better than me. His penis penetrates deeper, occupies more territory, and the sounds inside continued:
Man: You little slut, you're so horny, you know how to play.
Woman: Don't call me a slut. Please stop insulting me.
I went back to the window and looked inside. I saw the man sitting on a recliner, and the woman sitting on his penis with her back to him, stroking it
. He was touching her breasts with one hand and her clitoris with the other.
At this moment, the man looked up at the window. I was startled; he probably saw me. He stopped. I tensed up, then relaxed. What I was doing was illegal, and what he was doing was even more illegal. Nothing should happen; he was probably scared and stopped. I wondered, did I save the woman or harm her? Saving her, though not preventing her from being fucked, at least reduced the number of times she was fucked. If harming her, it was because she didn't experience a complete orgasm.
Woman: Why did you stop?
Man didn't speak .
Woman: Ah, are you going to cum? Come out quickly, don't cum inside.
Old man: Get down first, let's change positions.
Woman: This is fine, why change?
Old man: Get down!
Woman: Ah! Then she reluctantly stood up. As the penis was withdrawn, a stream of vaginal fluid flowed down her inner thighs. The woman's reluctance was unclear—was it because she didn't want to interrupt her pleasure, or because she didn't want the man to play longer or with more variations?
==The Old Man's Performance
Old man: Squat down!
What for? The woman, puzzled, still squatted down in front of the old man.
"Tell me!" the old man said. "Is my cock thick?"
"Thick!" the woman said. "
Long?
" the old man said. "Long!" the woman said.
"Does it feel good to be fucked?" the old man lewdly said
. "Yes." the woman said.
"Okay, come on up." The old man glanced at the window intentionally or unintentionally, as if putting on a show for me.
The man tightly hugged the woman's waist with one hand, and squeezed her breasts together with the other, pressing one nipple with his thumb and forefinger. The woman, facing him, put the man's cock into her vagina again. After dozens of up and down thrusts, the woman cried out again,
"Ah, be gentle."
With the woman's soft moan, the man shuddered, released his ejaculation, and ejaculated all inside her. The man thought: If we had done this earlier, it would have ended sooner. The man slapped the woman's bare buttocks and said: You little slut, don't you think?
Seeing that the face in the window was still there, the old man also got a little anxious and pushed the woman. That's how men are; after they're done, they want to quickly restore order
.
The woman hummed softly again, dissatisfied with the old man pushing her away. The penis inside her quickly returned to its original shape. The woman shuddered again.
She stood up, swayed, and almost fell.
She quickly grabbed the old man's head. The old man raised his hands to support her, placing them on her breasts. He then extended two index fingers and hooked them on her nipples.
"Go away!" The woman slapped the old man's arm, got off the chair, squatted down, and used two fingers to try and remove what the old man had ejaculated inside her.
"Stop trying, it's already inside."
"You old bastard, how come you're so strong, shooting so deep?" the woman said fiercely, but there was no real malice in her voice.
"Hehe, long gun."
The woman glanced at the dark penis, covered in their semen, which gleamed in the dim light.
== My girlfriend is back
, it's so exciting! I got out of the window and masturbated a few more times. Although I didn't get an erection, I still experienced the thrill. Then, I walked home. When I got home
, I found that my girlfriend wasn't there. Because I had been leaning against the window and masturbating twice, I was very tired. I filled a basin with water in the yard, washed my penis briefly, and went to bed. I was dozing off when I heard my girlfriend come back.
I heard her voice. After she came into the yard, she first filled a basin with water, washed something, and then got into bed. I remembered my promise to my girlfriend to have sex. If I didn't, I was afraid she would suspect something. After she lay down, I turned to the side and reached out a hand to grope her body. I asked again, "Honey, I want to fuck you." Actually, I was very nervous; I couldn't get an erection at all
. My girlfriend, a little tired and angry, grabbed my hand and said, "No, I'm not in the mood."
"What's wrong?" I stopped.
"I went to take a shower and forgot my jade pendant in the bathhouse. I went back to look for it, but I couldn't find it." My girlfriend got even angrier.
"Okay, okay, it's just a jade pendant." Hearing that it was that jade pendant that was lost—worth over four thousand yuan—I was heartbroken, but I knew I couldn't find it again, so I comforted her, "If you can't find it, it's okay. That jade pendant is just not meant for us." Since my girlfriend wouldn't do it, I was happy to have some time to rest and quickly fell asleep.
In my dream, I kept dreaming about an old man fucking that young woman, and in the dream, that young woman became my girlfriend. I woke up in the middle of the night, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at my wife. She was still fast asleep. She was snoring softly, shirtless, wearing only a pair of briefs with a bulging crotch. A thought struck me, and I gently pulled down the crotch of her briefs. Ah, there was a piece of toilet paper inside, as if she were having her period.
I had initially thought she was my girlfriend, but now I realized that was impossible. I felt a little relieved
. My drunkenness had subsided, and my senses were clearing. I looked at my wife's neck again—it was bare. Before we got married, I was very poor, but I still had to give something for the wedding. So I bought my wife a jade pendant worth over 4,000 yuan as an engagement gift. You should know that at that time, my monthly salary was only 500 yuan. My wife didn't work.
There's something I forgot to mention. At this time, we had just started living together. As for the house, I won't go into details. If you're from the same area, you might be able to guess where it is.
== Suspicious Toilet Paper
Note When I woke up again, it was already morning. I opened my eyes and saw that my wife wasn't beside me. She had gone to the kitchen to cook.
I got up, stretched, got dressed, and prepared to go for a walk. This is my habit. I walk for ten minutes, circle around the village, and come back just in time for breakfast. Just
as I was about to leave, my wife called me: "Xiao Xie, take the trash with you."
"Okay." I replied and picked up the trash can. I went to the
trash can at the back of the village and started emptying the trash. I saw a piece of toilet paper on top of the trash can. It was shaped rather strangely, rolled into a cone shape that was thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. It was also wet on top. Later, I realized that these were the bricks my girlfriend had put in her vagina last night to draw out the semen the old man had ejaculated inside.
As I walked towards the village entrance, a thought struck me. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't taken the bricks I'd used as stepping stones while peeping last night. I went to the back of the bathhouse and
stood in the corner, looking around. Luckily, no one was there, so I took the opportunity to throw the bricks aside. Then I dusted myself off and walked back, just as the old man opened his gate.
"Uncle Wang, why are you out so late today?" I knew the reason, but I felt a pang of jealousy and asked,
"Hey, I worked a little late last night and was tired. So I slept in a bit longer." The old
man said, "Damn it, he clearly raped a young woman, but he said it was just 'working.'" I remembered the scene of the old man's dark, thick penis thrusting in and out of the young woman's white, tight vagina, and
I felt a sudden urge to move. I subconsciously glanced at the old man's crotch—it was bulging
! I glanced at the old man, only to see him looking at me meaningfully. My heart skipped a beat. Damn it, did he find out I was peeping last night?
Then I realized what the old man's gaze meant: Kid, you were peeping last night, weren't you? You saw me fucking your girlfriend, didn't you? Did I enjoy fucking your girlfriend? The places you couldn't reach, oh, and the places you'll never reach in your life, I did for you. How about that, grateful to me?
==99.99% accurate reasoning
Later, I repeatedly recalled and deduced every detail of what I encountered, and with 99.99% accuracy, I could conclude that what I saw was indeed an old man having sex with my wife! I even went so far as to reconstruct every detail, every word. This became a source of both thrill and heartache for me, a source of inner demons.
Suspicion 1: The woman's clothing. The woman was only wearing a semi-transparent light yellow top, open at the waist, obviously without a bra, her breasts perky, and a pair of white polyester shorts with blue dots, tightly taut on her buttocks and thighs. I only noticed the color when the two went to the changing room; at that point, I could only determine that it was a light color. Because it was summer, I noticed that there were several young women in the village wearing the same top, but I didn't pay attention to whether they had the same style of shorts.
Suspicion 2: The time of marriage and the number of times she was fucked: the same as me. Maybe so, there were several couples in the village who got married in the same month as me.
Suspicion 3: She never gave me oral sex. I think that era wasn't so open-minded, and it wasn't common for newly married women to engage in oral sex.
Suspicion 4: Sigh!
2. Taking a bath again to get rid of my mental block, but then I sent my wife to my door to be fucked.
That suspicion, with an accuracy rate of 99.99%, became a thorn in my heart, and then from another angle, it became an excellent masturbation subject for
me. I dare not verify it. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of many things. Another man's thick, long penis made my wife feel good! And it was an old man, an old man whose income and appearance were incomparable to mine! This is something no man can stand.
Moreover, it's possible that that thick, long penis conquered my wife, making her a sex slave.
I dare not face reality.
After that, when we went to take a bath, my wife was gone. She said she was sad and didn't want to go anymore. And I was happy with it; going there was a unique experience.
Fortunately, as time went on, I let it go, using it only as a stimulating sexual fantasy for masturbation when there was no one else to fuck.
For the next two years, I naturally bathed at home in the summer and autumn, and went to the public bathhouse in the winter and spring, but I never went to that old man's public bathhouse again. My wife and I both developed our own psychological barriers. I couldn't understand my wife's psychology, but I knew my own.
That day, two years later, in late spring and early summer, the much-discussed demolition was finally finalized, and the notice was sent to every household. After dinner, I drank three bottles of beer and felt a little tipsy. I went outside, and there were quite a few villagers out for a post-dinner stroll, all discussing the demolition.
Before I knew it, I was back at the bathhouse. After all, it was the most crowded place, with a square in front, making it the most popular spot. Looking at the still-lit bathhouse, a thought suddenly struck me: this bathhouse would be demolished soon too. Would my inner turmoil disappear with its demolition, or would it worsen because of the lack of something to hold onto? After much
hesitation, I made a bold decision: my wife and I would come here one last time for a double bath. It would be a matter of life or death—either my psychological turmoil worsens and I can't escape it, or I can completely resolve it. After all, even though two years had passed, if the old man had been with my wife that time, their expressions would definitely be different. 【l525】
==The figure in the mirror, touching his penis
, had rented a house outside. He'd almost finished packing; the large items were all gone. We went back to the old house to get the smaller things. After a morning of work, covered in sweat and dirt, I used that as an excuse to persuade my wife to take a bath. Of course, at first, she was extremely reluctant—not that she didn't want to bathe, but she didn't want to go to that bathhouse. But eventually, she listened to my arrangement and
went to the bathhouse. The old man was dozing off there, and my
wife stood beside me, her head turned to one side, holding a change of clothes in one hand and constantly rubbing a corner of her clothes with the other.
Uncle, if this is demolished, then your bathhouse can't operate anymore
, right? If it doesn't operate, it doesn't operate. It's been open for so many years, it's time to enjoy it.
Is everything almost packed?
Almost
. We're all packed, let's take a bath. Tomorrow is the official move.
You two? Separate baths?
Isn't there a double shower room?
There are already people here. It's
so late, are there still people here? Did you just finish packing up too?
More or less. "Oh right, the women's bathhouse is empty. Why don't you two go there? There shouldn't be anyone else coming at this hour anyway
." I turned to my wife and said, "Let's go,
wife in front, I'll follow," as we headed towards the women's bathhouse. The instant I entered, I glanced at the large mirror on the wall, and there it was—the old man's hand on his crotch. Later, analyzing that action, I thought it was an unintentional brush, but more likely he was groping his penis through his pants.
While
showering, I recalled the scene I'd witnessed, and my penis unconsciously hardened. Looking at my wife's full breasts in the water, I couldn't resist.
I pulled her along, completely mimicking the old man's movements, making her cooperate.
At first, she was extremely unwilling, but she couldn't resist me and had to do as I said. Just as we were sitting on the benches, my phone rang.
It was the duty officer; a boiler had malfunctioned, and I needed to go immediately. I glanced at my penis; it would take a while before I could ejaculate. Reluctantly, I explained to my wife and pulled out. I quickly rinsed off and started getting dressed.
As for my wife, afterwards, I pondered her feelings. She probably didn't want me to have sex with her either. My actions must have reminded her of that night. (If it really was her that night.) Sigh, I still can't accept it. Really, I'm so frustrated and conflicted.
== The moans behind the door
. After finishing, I went home. As I approached, I wondered if my wife was still showering, and my heart tightened. I turned back towards the bathhouse
. I entered the main room; no one was there. I looked at the women's bath and the double rooms; no one was there either.
I prepared to turn back. As I passed an inner door, I heard a woman's voice inside, "Ah—ah—ah—," each moan about two to five seconds apart. My heart skipped a beat. It was sex again. Could it be my wife?
I walked out at my usual pace and with the same intensity, then quietly turned back, stopping in front of that inner door
. There was a pane of glass in the door, through which hung a small curtain, but it wasn't fully drawn
. A naked man and woman lay on the bed.
The woman was on her back, lying on the bottom, her eyes closed, her mouth open. A man's underwear covered one of her eyes. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and her toes were clenched together. The woman's legs were pressed together in a straight line, while the man's thick, dark penis stretched into a circle at the point where her legs crossed. At this moment, about three centimeters of the man's penis were exposed; the rest was inside the woman
's body. The man was on top of her, thrusting slowly, slower and slower, and with each thrust, the woman groaned.
This was likely the aftermath of their orgasms.
After another thrust, the man lay on top of the woman, not letting her go. His hands continued to knead her breasts, his buttocks still gently undulating, and his mouth haphazardly nibbled at her face. At this moment, the woman pushed him away. Reluctantly, the man lifted his upper body, then twisted his hips, slowly withdrawing his thick, dark member from between her legs. With a reluctant "Ah," the woman let out a soft, limp groan as his thick, dark penis was pulled out, bringing with it a gush of semen. The man then heavily rolled off the woman's body.
The woman quickly opened and closed her labia a few times, clamped her legs together, and trembled a few times before stopping. The last vestiges of pleasure finally faded.
The woman parted her legs, panting heavily, trying to sit up, but flinched. The man quickly reached out to help her sit up. The woman
squatted down again, reaching out two fingers to probe her vulva.
"You little slut, how about I use my penis to dig out all that semen?"
"Get lost." The woman turned and slapped the man's still-large, though retracted member. "Quickly roll up some toilet paper for me,
yes sir." The man responded, then pinched one of the woman's nipples again.
"Ah!" the woman cried out, raising her hand to slap
the man away. She sat up, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, tore off a long strip, and rolled it into a long strip.
The woman sat down, leaned back heavily, raised her legs, spread them apart, and spread her labia with her hands. The man came to the woman's crotch and stuffed the rolled-up toilet paper strip into her vagina. "
Why is it so long?" The woman looked up at the man's hand, closed her legs, and rolled over.
"I came deep! Oh,
yours
, you wiped it clean, mine isn't clean yet." Saying this, the man came to the woman's head and placed the head of his penis near her lips. The woman obediently opened her mouth and took in the head of his penis, which was the size of a ping-pong ball and covered
in their semen. "I can't sleep." I walked out of the room.
I told myself, that's not my wife, my wife is asleep in bed
. Of course,
my wife was snoring, her upper body naked, her red nipples glistening. My pants are bulging, is my period coming soon?
Later, I devised several methods to get some facts out of my wife. In the past two years, she's been fucked five times by that old man, including these two times,
all without a condom and with internal ejaculation
. Actually, not only do men not want to wear condoms when they encounter such a tight vagina, but women don't want to either. With such a powerful, big cock, why not enjoy it raw, right?
As for the details of these five times, I learned about the first and fifth times from my wife's perspective through other means. I'll write about them when I've calmed down a bit.

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