Fall (01)

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If you love him, bring him to new roads for it. If you have him, bring him to new roads for it. My name is Yi, and I've been in America for many years. I vaguely remember the excitement of stepping onto American soil for the first time. Back then, I was just a simple student, here only to study. Years later, the bitterness of beer is stimulating my taste buds, and I can almost understand the meaning of that famous line from "A Native of Beijing in New York": Heaven and hell are separated by a fine line, a single thought. One choice creates a different world. Some past events, if kept bottled up for too long, become inner demons. I still yearn for my future and will never let my inner demons destroy me, so I'd rather release them through writing, kill and crush them. I first met Jing during my second year of graduate school in the US, at a Chinese New Year event. My school was located in the American Midwest, a typical rural area, lacking the glitz and glamour of big cities but possessing a quiet, rural charm. In other words, it was quite boring. The annual New Year's Eve Chinese New Year party became one of the few forms of entertainment. A friend introduced me to a girl I had never met before, Jing, who would later become my wife. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her features were delicate and pleasing to the eye. Her eyebrows and eyes somewhat resembled those of the Taiwanese singer A-Lin, and her smile was especially beautiful, serene and serene. She was 1.67 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure, and her every move exuded good upbringing. I was captivated by her smile. We lived close by and were both from northern China, so we naturally found common ground, and then we fell in love. Jing was very conservative; she was still a virgin when we officially started dating, which was almost unimaginable in this day and age, especially for a beautiful girl from a big city. Jing had had several short-lived relationships before, but they all ended without a trace. She herself said that perhaps her domineering nature intimidated them, after all, she had been a student council member until her undergraduate years, but she had never shown this domineering side to me. In my presence, Jing was always soft-spoken and gentle, and I felt like I had found a treasure. After knowing each other for a year and a half, we got our parents' permission to return to China and get married, and then returned to the United States to continue our studies. After graduating with a master's degree, I chose to continue pursuing a doctorate in agronomy, while Jing changed her major to pursue a double master's degree in statistics. Jing's conservatism was fully reflected in our sex life. Even after many years of marriage, she was still ashamed to undress in front of me, and even more ashamed to show her 34C breasts in the light. However, at my request, she would obediently cooperate with my favorite sexual positions and preferences. Sometimes I would use positions I learned from porn on her, and she would just blush and say "you pervert," and then cooperate with me. I have a stocking fetish, and she knew that, but I don't know when it started, Jing wearing stockings during sex became a reward for me. However, she refused to wear stockings in public unless absolutely necessary, saying it was uncomfortable, while I felt it was more out of shyness. Jing's legs were beautiful, especially her calves, smooth and flawless, like a section of white lotus root, coupled with her plump and rounded feet, which often captivated me. Wearing stockings, they were simply breathtaking. So life was ordinary, but filled with warmth and joy, until Jing graduated. After graduation, Jing found an internship in D city, not far from ours, helping a medium-sized feed company analyze data. It's not easy for foreigners to find jobs in the US, and I even helped Jing during her job search. Because the company had a collaboration with my doctoral supervisor, and with Jing's dual background in agronomy and statistics, she finally got a job offer. From initial anxiety to gradual mastery, Jing began to demonstrate her professionalism and adaptability; I could clearly feel her confidence. However, after a month of work, Jing always seemed tired when she got home, and she would start complaining of sleepiness around 9 pm, often going to bed before 10 pm. This was tough on me. I'm a typical STEM guy and a night owl; I'm not sleepy until after midnight. I used to have sex three or four times a week on average, but now I can only do it once a week on Saturdays, forcing me to often deal with the urges that come around 11 PM every day. I was a little dissatisfied, but I never told Jing. I knew we were both working hard for this family, working hard to establish ourselves in this unfamiliar land. Jing was working very hard, and I couldn't let her be upset because of my own unsatisfied desires. However, what happened afterward gave me a new understanding of Jing, this family, and myself. It all started that Friday during my third year of PhD studies, when Jing had already been working for two months. I tried to get home by 6 PM every day. But in my third year of PhD, with graduation exams looming and experiments to finish, I sometimes worked very late, like this Friday, preparing materials for a new batch of experiments. At 6:30 PM, I received a text from Jing saying that her supervisor, Spencer, would be coming over for dinner at 7 PM and asked if I was free to come home early. I estimated the experiment's progress and figured it would take until 8 PM, so I replied that they should eat first and not wait for me, just leave me some leftovers. Jing replied sweetly, "Thank you so much, honey :), we'll eat first then. The boss probably won't be able to leave by then; he wants to chat with you." I smiled at the text and continued my experiment. The work progressed faster than I expected; I had everything ready before 7:20. I hurriedly packed up and ran home, after all, I wanted to get closer to Spencer to see if I could get a job at that company in the future, and being with Jing would be the most convenient. I arrived home in ten minutes. I live in a one-bedroom student apartment, with the door directly facing the kitchen. I unlocked the door and entered, seeing Jing cooking and Spencer standing behind her. Spencer was a tall, white American, about 1.9 meters tall, half a head taller than me, and his broad shoulders gave him a very imposing presence, but he was indeed very nice. The moment the door opened, I vaguely saw Spencer pull his hand away from Jing, but because of the door, I couldn't see where it came from. Spencer was very happy to see me come in. "Hello, Yi! Long time no see!" He came over and gave me a big hug. "Hello, welcome to my home," I said politely, shaking his hand. His fingers felt sticky, like something was stuck to my hand, and I subconsciously rubbed my fingers together. Spencer seemed to notice my confusion and explained, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot I just caught fish. I just helped Jing prepare the fish for dinner, right, Jing?" He then turned to look at Jing. "Yes, Spencer helped a lot," Jing said, turning her head slightly to the side. Her face was a little red, probably from the stove, I thought to myself. But for some reason, Jing's posture was a little awkward. Her snow-white legs were tense, her right leg slightly tilted as if she was squeezing something between her legs, and her voice trembled slightly. "You're back early today," she said. "We have guests, how can I let you do all this alone?" I said, intending to hug her from behind. Just as I was about to go, Jing said, "Go wash your hands and change your clothes first, dinner's about to be served." I thought that made sense, so I said goodbye to Spencer and went to my bedroom to change. The student apartment wasn't very soundproof, and I heard Jing say something, then Spencer laughed and said, "It's okay, it'll be delicious." I changed my clothes and came out of my bedroom. I asked them what they were talking about. Spencer explained, "Jing said the hot dogs were a little burnt, and I said don't worry, they'll still be delicious." Just then, Jing came over with a tray of hot dogs, giving Spencer a strange look, as if she was angry. Then she brought over steamed fish and rice. Jing's walking posture was still strange, her butt sticking out and her upper body leaning slightly forward. "Does your back hurt?" I asked Jing with concern, as office workers often have this problem. "A little," Jing replied, her pretty face slightly flushed. I stood up and took the food from Jing's hands. Jing then sat down at the table, letting out a soft hum as she did so. At that moment, it reminded me of the sound I made when I licked her earlobe during sex. "I'll give you a massage after you finish eating," I said with concern. "Okay, ah..." Jing replied, her head down, her voice slightly hoarse, probably from exhaustion, I thought. Spencer, sitting next to me, chimed in, "Jing works very hard; she's already our best employee, haha." He then helped distribute the food to our plates and took the first bite of a hot dog, saying, "Sorry, I was starving, and the food is really delicious," before glancing at Jing. Jing looked down at her plate and didn't reply. "Yi, we're out of tissues. Could you go to the bedroom and get me a box?" Jing suddenly looked up and said to me. I glanced at the table; the tissue box was indeed empty. I gave her an "OK" sign and went to the inner room. While I was looking for tissues, I vaguely heard them talking. Jing sounded unhappy. I grabbed some tissues and left the bedroom, just in time to hear Jing gasp in surprise. When I got to the living room, I found Spencer bent over behind the table, the tablecloth obscuring his view of what he was doing. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," Spencer straightened up, shaking the hot dog in his hand. "The hot dog fell on the floor," he said, then immediately took a bite of the hot dog he'd just picked up, saying, "I won't waste it, it's so delicious and juicy, Jing's cooking is really good," and looked at Jing. Jing only glanced at him, her face...Her face flushed, almost coquettishly, and she simply said, "Let's start eating." The rest of the dinner was just casual conversation. Spencer was warm and talkative; there was never a dull moment with him around. We ate and chatted until nine o'clock, then said goodnight and dinner ended. I helped Jing clear the table, then hugged her from behind as she washed the dishes, kissing her neck and behind her ear—her erogenous zones. She moaned and gasped, looking very comfortable, then turned and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined, and I gently sucked on Jing's tongue, my hands becoming restless, reaching around to her chest, pulling up her bra, and gently teasing her nipples. Jing's breathing became more intense, her eyes slightly glazed, and she lowered her head shyly, softly humming, "I want it." The voice wasn't loud, but it was deafening. My left hand continued to caress Jing's full, dangling breasts, while my right hand slid between her legs, my fingers gently parting her labia and placing them inside. Jing's labia seemed to possess a spirit, gently closing and enveloping my fingers as I inserted them, her vagina sucking at them with a taut tension. Her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids. I chuckled wickedly, saying, "You got into it so quickly today," "It's all thanks to you teasing me, ah... ah... squeeze gently..." My fingers were now restlessly teasing her clitoris, and Jing's juices were already flowing down my fingers. Driven by lust, I pulled my left hand out from her breasts and abruptly pulled down Jing's shorts and underwear, exposing her buttocks to the kitchen light with a gasp. "Not here, someone will see! You pervert Yi!" Jing anxiously tried to cover her buttocks while peering out the kitchen window, but her hands were still covered in dish soap-soaked latex, so she could only helplessly twist her hips, her lustful fluids flowing down her inner thighs. I held Jing's buttocks, pulled out my already impatient penis with my left hand, and lifted her right leg with my right hand. With a powerful thrust, I slid smoothly into her already soaking wet honey hole. "Ah... be gentle... put me down... ah... so embarrassing... oh... I'm so embarrassed..." Jing used her left hand to support herself on the table for balance, and tried to push me away with her right hand, but the position was too awkward and her strength was completely suppressed by me, so she could only remain in the position and be manipulated by me. This position and location were too stimulating for me. In less than five minutes, I felt my scrotum tighten and I had the urge to ejaculate. I quickly wanted to pull out my penis and shoot it on Jing's buttocks. I didn't want to have children at this crucial moment of graduation. Unexpectedly, Jing sensed my intention and actually used her right leg, which was being lifted up, to hook my thigh. She turned her head, her face flushed, her eyes seductive, "Shoot it in, there's nothing wrong today, I'm almost there, hurry up, a few more... a few more times... almost there... ah... ah... ah..." Amidst Jing's intense moans, I ejaculated all my semen into her vagina. The heat of my semen brought her to orgasm as well, and she tilted her head back, suppressing a weak moan, before collapsing limply onto the kitchen counter. Exhausted, I lay panting on Jing's back, gently kissing the back of her neck. A few minutes later, Jing got up, pushed me away, threw me her gloves to clean up, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. If I get pregnant, you'll have to accept it!" She playfully wrinkled her nose at me and ran into the bathroom. After cleaning up, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Jing seemed to be washing her genitals, emitting soft breaths. For some reason, those breaths reminded me of Spencer. What was going on? I shook my head and went into the bedroom, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. I drifted into a short, hazy dream, dreaming of Jing's moans, Spencer smiling at me, tonight's dinner, my experiment—a jumbled mess of events. Jing woke me up, and I took a shower, then came back and cuddled her as we fell asleep. Five days have passed since our passionate encounter in the kitchen last Friday, and Jing's lack of pregnancy has relieved us all. We will have our own child, but not now; now is not the right time. On Wednesday afternoon, my supervisor asked me and my labmate to go to EF company in D city on Thursday to pick up some samples. EF is the company Jing works for, and I didn't tell her this, planning to surprise her. We arrived at EF company at 3:30 pm on Thursday. I had timed it perfectly; arriving at 3:30 pm meant we could pick up the samples around 4:30 pm, and then wait for Jing to leave together at 5 pm. As planned, we finished the work at 4:30 pm, sent my labmate away to take the samples back, and then went to find Jing, only to find she wasn't in her office. I went to ask Andy, the receptionist. "Hello Andy! How are you?" I greeted Andy. "I'm fine, Yi! Thank you! Are you here to see Jing?" Andy sensed my purpose, and after receiving my affirmative answer, he said, "Jing went to the factory with Mr. Spencer to collect data. You can wait here for them to return, or you can put on a hard hat and go check it out yourself. I don't think my boss will mind you going into the factory." For some reason, my heart clenched when I heard that Jing was with Spencer, and I decided to go find them myself. After thanking Andy, I entered the feed processing plant fully equipped with a hard hat, goggles, and thick gloves. The smell in the factory was unpleasant, mostly the residue left over from alcohol fermentation, quite pungent. It was sad to have such a beautiful and clean girl like Jing working in this environment; I must find her a better job in the future. I walked around the production line, seeing a few workers here and there, but there was no sign of Jing and Spencer. After asking around, I learned that they had gone to the warehouse. The warehouse was located at the westernmost edge of the factory, requiring passage through their own experimental field and several dilapidated livestock pens slated for demolition. I'd heard that the factory leaders had previously wanted to produce their own feed and raise their own cattle, but it was clear they weren't experts in livestock farming, so they decided to demolish those pens and build a new feed production line. I walked towards the warehouse alone, bored, and looked around aimlessly. Then I witnessed what I saw. Two people were having sex in the dilapidated livestock pens. They were clearly unaware that someone would be walking into the warehouse at this hour. They were working very hard, the woman moaning loudly. For some reason, the sound was familiar, but the wind made it hard to make out clearly. I didn't have a voyeuristic streak, nor am I a pervert, but people are always curious. I looked around; there was no one in sight, so I pressed my face against the dilapidated wooden door and peered inside. The woman was sitting on top of the man, her body arched high, then she slumped down heavily with a moan. One hand seemed to be touching her face, while the other was caressing her genitals being penetrated. The man's right hand was on the woman's waist, while his left hand kneaded her breasts. He seemed quite experienced, and the two were very coordinated. I tried desperately to see their faces, but the setting sun's rays shone directly into my eyes, making only two dark shadows, one above the other. The woman appeared much smaller than the man; her thighs were illuminated by the sunset, and her sweat glistened. "Americans are so open!" I thought to myself, "Don't they mind how dirty this place is?" Just as I was about to leave to find some peace, I saw them commotion, which startled me, thinking I'd been discovered. Luckily, it was just a change of position. The man stood up and roughly forced the woman, who had also been trying to stand, back to her knees. He then slapped her face with his penis, seemingly trying to force her to perform oral sex. The woman clearly disliked the position or the man's attitude, pushing him away with both hands in resistance. Unexpectedly, the man grabbed the woman's wrists with one large hand, hoisting her arms up and pulling her head to the same height as his penis. With his other hand, he guided his thick penis into her mouth. The woman, losing her support, could only endure the penetration, letting out muffled moans and occasionally gagging. It seemed the man's penis had penetrated quite deeply. I watched this couple's rough, outdoor sex with interest, then suddenly remembered it was almost five o'clock. If we missed Jing, we wouldn't be able to go home together. Just as I was about to leave, the man roared and ejaculated. The woman choked back a sob; her expression was obscured, only white semen dripping onto the sun-lit ground. It seemed the man had ejaculated quite a bit, and the woman hadn't accepted it all. Afterward, the two began to dress. During this time, the man whispered something in the woman's ear and then laughed loudly. The woman gave the man a suggestive push, knelt down, and cleaned the remaining semen from his penis. I can't believe there are such promiscuous women in EF company. The battle was over, and it was time for me, the spectator, to leave. I jogged to the warehouse, only to find the door locked. I yelled "Oh no!" and took a shortcut through the experimental field back to the office building. The staff had all left, but thankfully the door was still open, and my wife's car was there too; apparently, she hadn't left. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to get home. Jing wasn't in the office, so I sat in her chair and waited for her return. Bored, I looked around aimlessly. A drawer caught my attention; it was on the bottom left of Jing's desk, only about half the thickness of a normal drawer. If it weren't for the key stuck in it, I wouldn't have noticed it at all. I know my wife; she's a very organized person, with an almost obsessive-compulsive habit of tidying up. Leaving the key locked is almost impossible for her unless something distracted her. Curious, I opened the drawer and found it filled with odds and ends: a wallet, a few cosmetics, a half-eaten bag of cookies, a company T-shirt, and several food storage bags that looked like they contained small items of clothing. Jing has a habit of using food storage bags to store her underwear. A slight confusion arose within me, and I casually picked up the outermost bag; it looked like...A pair of stockings! Crumpled into a ball, Jing was only this careless with laundry. But how could Jing have worn stockings in the office? I'd never heard of a company requiring stockings. She herself had said that the black stockings we wore during sex were the only pair she'd ever owned. So what was this? Just as I was about to open it for a closer look, I heard footsteps and voices outside. The man was Spencer, but the woman was unfamiliar; Jing wasn't among them. I tensed up. After all, I wasn't an employee of this company, and it wouldn't be right for someone to see me going through my own wife's drawer. So I quickly threw the plastic bag back, closed the drawer, and hid behind the office door. The two didn't stop, chatting as they walked deeper into the corridor. As far as I knew, that direction led to the changing room; they were probably changing and going home too. I breathed a sigh of relief and left Jing's office. It was better to wait in a more conspicuous place to avoid being mistaken for a thief. But the worn black stockings still aroused my suspicion. Just as I was debating whether to go back and check again, Jing returned. My wife clearly hadn't expected me to be there. Looking at me, stunned, she asked, "You... what are you doing here?"
"Missed my wife, huh? Surprise!" I explained to Jing why I came, but for some reason, she seemed a little absent-minded. "You didn't even give me a heads-up before coming. What if I left early?" Jing complained, but she also hugged me with gratitude, gave me a light kiss, and said, "I'm going to change my clothes, I smell awful." "Yeah, you really do smell like cow dung." "You're so annoying! I can tell you you can't!" Jing said coquettishly. I then noticed that Jing was wearing a dark blue work uniform, with some yellow dirt on her knees. "Where did that dirt come from? Did you slip and fall?" I walked over and patted Jing's knees with concern. Jing took a step back and dodged. "No...it's nothing, it's just...it was just an accident...thankfully there was grass on the ground so I wasn't hurt..." "I will definitely work hard after graduation and help my wife leave this awful place as soon as possible," I said with concern. "Mm," Jing didn't reply, her eyes were red, as if she was very moved. Then she lowered her head and whispered, "I'm going to change my clothes." Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly froze, then turned back and asked me with a blush, "Did you hear that?" Her voice trembled slightly. "Hear what?" I walked over and stood next to Jing, looking around in confusion. It was almost six o'clock, and the huge office area was already empty. Where was there even a sound? "Ah...ah...ah...fuck me," this time I heard it, a surge of spring energy welled up, coming from the direction of the changing room. It must be Spencer and that woman I don't recognize. "Come on, let's go see," I said to Jing with a wicked grin. "No way, how could I do something like this..." Jing's face was already flushed with embarrassment, her head lowered and her eyes fixed on the ground. "They dare to do it here, so they're not afraid of being seen. What's there to be embarrassed about? Let's go." Without another word, I pulled Jing towards the changing room. The sound was coming from the women's changing room. I glanced around; it was completely silent. Everyone must have left. I boldly dragged Jing into the women's changing room. Jing resisted desperately, but dared not make a sound, so she could only let me do as I pleased. Only the lights in the bathroom section were on; the changing area lights were off, which made it easier for us to move around. I pulled Jing and quietly stood against the metal cabinet by the bathroom door, peeking inside. Through the frosted glass screen in the bathroom area, two white figures could be seen entangled together, standing face to face. The woman leaned against the wall, her hands on the man's shoulders, while the man's right hand supported the woman's left leg, his left hand on her slender waist, his penis thrusting upwards forcefully. "Faster...faster...it feels so good...fuck me...fuck me to death..." the woman cried out exaggeratedly, her voice hoarse. "You slut," the man leered, it was Spencer, "It's only been a few days since I've touched you and you're already this horny, walking around the factory naked, I'll fuck your cunt raw." "Fuck me...fuck me to death...ah...ah...ah...mmm...it feels so good...it's been so long since I've felt this fulfilled...fuck me as much as you want...ah...if you don't come soon I'll have to go find Tommy to quench my thirst..." the woman said in a seductive, tingling voice. "Stephanie, this cunt of yours is mine, mine! No one else can touch my toys!" Spencer roared, and the woman groaned, as if Spencer had just thrust into her quite hard. "Hmph! My master, you're so rude to me! Ah...ah...faster...yes...yes...ever since you got that little bitch...ah...you've been ignoring me...so deep...I'm the one who got her for you...ah...I'm there...ah..." The woman shrieked, her waist giving way and she could no longer hold onto the wall. She hung there panting, her hands like rings around Spencer's neck. She gasped, "Why haven't you come yet? Are you trying to kill me? Didn't you just come once?" It seemed that Spencer, this bull, hadn't yet ejaculated on this woman named Stephanie. But she said she had just ejaculated. Where did she ejaculate? Could it be with that pair in the pen? I gradually started to have some ideas, but who was this "little bitch" that Stephanie was talking about? I looked back at Jing, somewhat confused. Jing seemed a little lost in thought. Suddenly realizing I was looking at her, she trembled, and the hand holding mine was sweaty. I had completely misunderstood my wife's reaction at the time. I was just immersed in the thrill of watching others have sex. I lowered my voice and said to Jing, "Your company's relationships are pretty messy, huh? Spencer's been messing around with a few people, hey, don't pinch me!" At this, Jing pinched me hard, her eyes red as she looked away. "Don't be angry, I was just kidding. Who's that Stephanie? The name sounds familiar, you mentioned her to me, right?" I quickly changed the subject. Jing opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Spencer's voice. "The new chick's not bad, really tight, and her tits are way more fun than yours, she's incredibly horny when you fuck her, haha. You found me a good one, I'll reward you properly today!" Spencer laughed smugly, flipping Stephanie over and pressing her against the frosted glass wall. The strong pressure deformed Stephanie's breasts, pressing them against the glass wall, forming two round mounds in our view, the nipples like large grapes embedded in the mounds. Suddenly, Stephanie's body jerked upwards with a muffled groan. Spencer's massive penis had apparently entered again, and a new round of piston-like movements began, accompanied by the sound of water as he thrust in and out. Stimulated by this lewd scene and sound, my penis also hardened. Looking down, I saw Jing intently watching Stephanie's blurry figure, her breathing noticeably heavier. It seemed my wife was aroused too! My hands became restless, sliding down to Jing's genitals from behind, touching her vulva. Jing let out a comfortable moan, glancing at me, her face flushed. "I hate you, Yi Bao!" Jing said, her eyes full of seduction. She twisted her hips as if trying to escape my touch, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, my fingers slipped into her honeypot. It was sticky and wet inside, almost soaking her panties. I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to pull down Jing's pants when she stopped me. "They'll hear us," she said, glancing at the two of us still engaged in our thrusting. Her eyes were complicated. "Can you use your hand to help me? It'll be too noisy if we really do it," Jing pleaded. "Then what should I do? I don't mind if I don't use your mouth, hehe," I said, taking advantage of the situation as Jing always refused to give me oral sex. "You pervert!" Jing rolled her eyes at me, then surprisingly took the initiative to release my erect penis and gently lick it. Jing's fragrant tongue softly enveloped my glans, her cheeks gently sucking on my penis, sending a jolt of electric pleasure straight to my brain. I didn't care about being gentle with her. My right hand quickly teased Jing's clitoris, while my left hand held Jing's long hair to help my hips thrust into her mouth. I rarely get to be this rough with my wife. I'll apologize later! The pleasure had already taken over my brain. Faced with my actions, Jing rolled her eyes at me in displeasure. Fortunately, I knew my limits and didn't thrust too deep. Plus, she was enjoying the stimulation from my fingers, so she gave up resisting and gave me oral sex in rhythm with my movements. I watched the intense sex behind the frosted glass while enjoying Jing's oral sex and her wet, slippery vagina. During this time, Spencer used filthy, vulgar language to insult Stephanie, but the slut didn't complain at all, accepting it all and even demanding that Spencer fuck her hard. After about ten minutes, with a loud roar from Spencer, Stephanie convulsed and collapsed face down on the floor. Seeing this, Spencer pulled out his penis, ejaculating all his semen onto Stephanie's back, then turned to shower. As they finished, I released my semen and ejaculated into Jing's mouth. Jing had just reached orgasm, her throat desperately trying to suppress the surging moans, but the sensation of my semen made her cough. I was startled, not even bothering to pull up my pants, and quickly pulled Jing out of the changing room. Perhaps the sound of the shower water masked Jing's cough, and no one came out to check. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to check on Jing. She had only choked a little, so she was fine, but she had swallowed all the semen and looked unhappy. However, the dampness from earlier hadn't completely subsided, making her look like she was sexually frustrated. Jing pulled me and quickly ran towards the office. We should leave while Sisi and the other person were showering to avoid an awkward situation. I waited at the office door while Jing ran to her desk to pack her things. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Jing hurriedly stuffed something into her bag and rushed out to pull me out. But as soon as she stepped out of the office, I heard the clatter of high heels coming from the direction of the dressing room. Stephanie came out. Facing the two of us, who looked embarrassed, Stephanie seemed completely unsurprised, her expression relaxed and natural, as if she had just changed clothes and was going home. "Hi, you're Yi, right? We met once, at the new employee welcome party," Stephanie greeted me politely. I remember now, Stephanie was there at the welcome party two months ago. She's the HR manager at EF company, one of Jing's interviewees—no wonder she sounded familiar. Back then, she wore a business suit, black-rimmed glasses, and had a serious expression, looking rather unapproachable. Today, she looks much brighter, wearing a light blue sleeveless top with a white cardigan over it, a black skirt, her legs long and straight, and patent leather stiletto sandals with bright red nail polish that contrasts sharply with her almost translucent white skin. She's not conventionally beautiful, but her large eyes, combined with her small face and short, golden hair, give her a playful and cute look. She's wearing heavy makeup; a thick black eyeshadow gives her a wild, edgy look, and purple...The framed glasses, however, concealed this wildness, leaving room for endless imagination. "Hello Stephanie! I remember you. Thank you for taking care of Jing all this time," I replied politely, noticing at the same time that she wasn't wearing a bra, her two nipples, still stimulated, were conspicuously erect on her chest. Her breasts weren't large, a size or two smaller than Jing's, but firm and perky, still attractive. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed, still recovering from the earlier impact. She came out so quickly, probably without showering, rushing to leave, perhaps with some semen still on her back. The thought of possibly going commando under her short skirt was incredibly stimulating. Stephanie seemed oblivious to my stare at her breasts, smiling as she said, "Taking care of her? Of course, it's what I should do. Jing tried very hard, and we got along very well, right, Jing?" Her gaze swept past me to Jing behind her. "Of course, of course..." Jing's voice was somewhat awkward and uneasy, as if she were trying to escape. Stephanie's gaze was full of mockery and provocation, which I couldn't understand. "That's enough for now," Stephanie broke the silence. "We're all a bit tired, aren't we, Jing? Have a nice evening! Yi, it was nice to see you. Maybe we'll see each other again soon. Goodbye!" Without waiting for a reply, Stephanie walked straight through us and headed out. As she passed me, I was certain she glanced at my penis, licked her lips, and smiled at me. That slut! I cursed inwardly, yet I also felt a strong urge to pin her down and fuck her hard. Following Stephanie, we quickly drove away from the company. We drove onto the highway from D City to A City, where we lived. Jing remained silent the whole way, staring thoughtfully out the window. I could clearly sense that she wanted to say something to me several times, but hesitated and held back each time. Perhaps the scene earlier was too stimulating for the conservative Jing, I thought to myself. I'll have to talk to her about it when we get home. After returning home, I apologized to Jing for my rudeness in the locker room. Jing turned and hugged me, pressing her face against my chest. "Yi, don't apologize. I'm willing to do anything for you. I love you!" she said, looking up at me with teary eyes. "Don't you think I'm a slutty, bad woman?" "How could I!" I said firmly. "The woman I chose is the best in the world. You are my wonderful wife, Jingjing!" "Thank you, Yi!" A tear rolled down her cheek, making her look pitiful. Her lips were tightly pursed, making it hard to tell if she was happy or sad. Seeing that she had almost processed what was happening, I joked, "If you want to be horny, just let it out. I'll take it." I playfully slapped her buttocks. Jing flinched, hummed in response, and looked out the window without saying anything more. After a while, Jing rubbed her eyes, kissed my neck, and said, "I brought a gift for Yi Yi!" She then walked to her bag and took out four food storage bags containing silk clothing—the very ones I had seen in Jing's office drawer. "Look for yourself," she said shyly, standing to the side. I unfastened them one by one: a pair of black stockings with suspenders, a pair of purple stockings with a crotchless opening, a black lace see-through bra, and a pair of blue fishnet stockings with large holes. Holding them, imagining these sexy lingerie wrapped around Jing's beautiful body, I got hard again. Jing saw through my intentions and firmly refused, "No today, I'm so tired. You already tormented me at the company." Seeing my disappointed eyes, she couldn't bear it and said, "How about the weekend? Give me one night, you can torment me however you want." Seeing my lewd smile, she pouted and pushed me, "You pervert, I hope our child won't be as perverted as you. I'm going to take a shower," and dashed out of my reach into the bathroom. Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, I reminisced about the day's encounter. Although I had feasted my eyes, EF company was a mess, and Spencer wasn't a good person. As her boss, I hoped he hadn't made things difficult for Jing. In short, I need to graduate quickly and take Jing away from this place to a big city. Looking at the sexy stockings and lingerie on the table, a hint of doubt arose in my mind. When I took out these four items of clothing, they were all neatly folded, clearly Jing's doing. So where did the stockings I saw rolled up in a ball go? I looked at the black suspender stockings in my hand—was this it? I couldn't tell, and in my haste, I couldn't remember how many bags there were. Also, Jing's skillful oral sex technique didn't seem like a first time. Where did she practice before? A wicked thought suddenly entered my mind: "These stockings weren't for you; you only found them and had no choice. That skillful oral sex is from licking other men's penises every day." I was startled. How could I have such an absurd thought? It must be because I saw too many erotic scenes today. To be continued... Night Star Chen Gold Coins +11 Repost and Share, Red Envelope Offered!There are too many scenes! To be continued... Night Star Chen Gold Coins +11 Repost and Share, Red Envelope Offered!There are too many scenes! To be continued... Night Star Chen Gold Coins +11 Repost and Share, Red Envelope Offered!

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