My Beloved Wife's Desire for Sex (1-20)

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I. The Chaos of the Disco
My name is Chen Long, I am 28 years old, and I work as the sales manager of a large company in Shanghai. I have been married for two years, but we still don't have children. I just want to enjoy my youth for a few more years. At the end of June, I was reviewing the sales statistics report for this quarter in my office. The company's performance increased by two percentage points this quarter, and as the sales manager, I can get a bigger bonus. I will take my beloved wife on a trip then, after all, she has mentioned it several times.
Thinking of my beautiful wife at home, I couldn't help but feel a little proud. My wife, Xu Hanyi, and I were college classmates. Back then, she was the campus beauty, with a long line of suitors from freshman to senior year. But in the end, I won her over, making countless people envious. Currently, my wife works as an assistant manager in the business department of a bank in Shanghai.
The phone on my desk rang melodiously, displaying my wife's mobile number. I answered, "Hello, honey, what can I do for you?" My wife's sweet voice came through the phone, "Honey, I don't want to cook tonight. How about we go out to eat?" I thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you always want to go to that new Western restaurant? Let's go there tonight." My wife readily agreed and we arranged to pick her up from her workplace.
After leaving the company, I drove with difficulty through the heavy traffic to the bank where my wife works, then called her. Soon, my wife appeared at the entrance. Today, my wife looked stunning. She wore a red embroidered low-cut tank top that subtly revealed her breasts, paired with a blue denim skirt. Her long hair cascaded over her ample bosom, making her incredibly alluring. After getting in the car, she smiled sweetly at me: "Honey, let's go, I'm so hungry." I started the car and drove straight to our destination.
At the Western restaurant, we ordered two steaks, a salad, and some red wine. The food arrived quickly, and my wife chatted with me about her work while eating. She mentioned that her company was organizing a trip for October and asked if I could go. I readily agreed: "Of course! With you away, I can find other women." My wife pretended to be very generous and put a piece of meat on my plate, saying, "Whatever. If you find other women, I'll cheat on you." I shrugged and continued eating.
After dinner, my wife and I went to a nearby disco. It was a large place, and the owner was said to be a powerful figure, a relative of a high-ranking government official. It was 8 PM, and the peak time hadn't arrived yet. My wife and I went to the bar, ordered beers, and sipped them slowly, watching all sorts of handsome men and beautiful women gathered around, chatting. About an hour later, more people started to arrive, and the energetic disco music began. Several voluptuous female dancers were wildly swaying their youthful bodies, and the people around them were twisting and turning wildly. My wife pulled me to the center of the room, joining the group. People bumped into each other, and my wife swayed freely in front of me, her long hair occasionally swinging to the music. Looking at her alluring figure, she was so captivating. Gradually, a large group of men gathered around her. In the dim light, I saw the men next to my wife raising their arms and twisting them haphazardly, casually brushing their arms against my wife's chest a few times. It was clear my wife didn't mind being groped in this setting; in fact, she swayed even more enthusiastically.
The song ended quickly, and my wife came back to me, taking my arm and saying, "Let's go, let's rest for a while, you must be tired from dancing." We found a quiet spot to sit down, and I put my arm around her waist and asked, "Tell me the truth, did someone take advantage of you just now?"
My wife smiled and said, "I won't tell you." Seeing that no one was paying attention, I reached out and pinched her breasts hard twice. My wife slapped me, saying, "Are you trying to get yourself killed, doing this here?"
I looked at her with a lecherous expression and said, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll molest you."
My wife defiantly thrust out her breasts, "Come on then." Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms, kissed her red lips, and placed my right hand on her breast, kneading it. My wife didn't expect me to actually do this and tried to push me away forcefully, but her strength was useless. My hand slipped under the hem of her sweater, caressing her smooth belly. My wife stammered, "Let go of me... um..." I laughed and released her. She angrily punched me a few times, then straightened her disheveled clothes. Looking up, she noticed several men watching. She glared at me, annoyed by my behavior. Then she got up, saying she needed to use the restroom.
Ten minutes later, she returned, sitting beside me, her cheeks flushed. I asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
She slowly told me that a couple had been doing it in the restroom, and the woman was making a lot of noise. I laughed, "It's normal here. Nothing to be surprised about."
The next dance was a slow waltz, and soon someone invited my wife to dance. She looked at me, and I nodded generously. Then she raised her arm, and I pulled her up to walk side-by-side with the man onto the dance floor. Her small hand rested on his shoulder, and they danced gracefully to the music. The man was clearly very gentlemanly, slowly moving his body with his arm around his wife's waist. I then turned my gaze elsewhere, and not far away, I saw a passionate scene between a man and a woman. The girl was being held in the arms of a tall man, her chest pressed tightly against his body.
The man's hand seemed to be inside the girl's skirt, caressing her, which made my heart race. Perhaps because I had drunk too much, I felt the urge to use the restroom, so I got up and went there. After releasing my pent-up energy, I had just stepped out of the restroom when my phone vibrated. I quickly pulled it out and saw it was a call from the company's CEO. I answered hastily, "Hello, Mr. Wang." Mr. Wang is our company's general manager, and he's usually quite nice to me. He said on the phone, "Ah Long, I'm sorry to bother you so late. The chairman is coming to our company tomorrow morning for a report. Could you prepare your department's performance report?" After listening, I told Mr. Wang that I would go back and prepare it right away.
After hanging up the phone, I went out to look for my wife, but I couldn't see her in the dimly lit lobby. Compiling the performance report would take a long time, and I was worried I wouldn't have enough time, so I called her cell phone. No one answered for a while; the music must have been too loud for her to hear. I sent her a text message telling her I'd be home late tonight, working overtime at the company, and to go home early
and be careful. Then I went back to the company. When I arrived, people from all departments were working overtime. After greeting them, I went back to my office to start compiling the materials. Although our department's performance this quarter was good, I didn't dare to be careless and started compiling very carefully.
I called my wife's cell phone twice, but no one answered. The music was probably too loud, and she didn't hear me.
Meanwhile, my wife was still at the dance floor, having changed partners several times. To the blasting DJ music, several men had gathered around her, especially a bald man who was dancing wildly beside her. My wife seemed to be dancing even more enthusiastically in the atmosphere. Her swaying waist and flowing hair attracted the attention of every man present. The bald man moved behind her, his chest almost touching her back, his hands on her waist. The usually reserved wife was very uninhibited in this indulgent atmosphere, violently twisting her waist back and forth to the music, her full buttocks occasionally rubbing against the man's crotch behind her.
Seeing his wife so uninhibited, the bald man brazenly pressed his lower abdomen against her ample buttocks, his hands slowly moving upwards from her waist until they reached her chest. His wife noticed his actions and tried to grab his hands to stop him, but the bald man pulled her into his arms, slipping one hand under her blouse and reaching up to her chest. His wife struggled and cried out, "What are you doing? Let me go!" The bald man, with one arm around her waist, walked out, his eyes gleaming menacingly saying, "Little bitch, stop pretending. You were just trying to seduce me, now you're acting all innocent." My wife was led to a secluded place amidst futile resistance.
It was at the bottom of a staircase, surrounded by piles of abandoned boxes; no one would ever come here, and the lighting was so dim that she couldn't see the man's face. In the darkness, the bald man pushed his wife against the wall and said, "No one will bother you here, beautiful. I'll fuck you until you're in heaven." He then tried to kiss her, but she shook her head to avoid him. The bald man half-forced her head down and then kissed her, his hand deftly lifting her blouse. In the darkness, her snow-white skin and pink bra were indistinguishable. The man wantonly placed his hands on her breasts, caressing her smooth skin and roughly kneading her breasts through her bra. His wife struggled, crying, "You pervert! Let me go! Help!" His lips were firmly sealed again, her voice barely audible amidst the deafening music. The man roughly kneaded her breasts, his other hand slipping under her skirt, rubbing her sensitive areas through her lace panties. Instinctively, his wife closed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. The wife's body was extremely sensitive; even the slightest teasing would set her aroused. After the bald man's ministrations, she let out rapid gasps. He kissed his way down her neck, quickly reaching her chest. He reached down and removed the hook from the back of her bra, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking greedily. This caused her to tremble, clutching his head and writhing: "Mmm...oh...don't...ah...take it out..." His fingers had already slipped through her panties and were inside her wet vagina, stirring it. It was very narrow, and his short, thick fingers were constantly moving, gradually eroding her senses: "You're so mean...mmm...please...don't do this..." The bald man said smugly, "What a slut, so wet already." He then impatiently flipped her over, making her bend over and lean against the wall, then lifted her jeans. Her lower body was soaked, and she couldn't help but moan under his vigorous caresses.
The bald man unbuckled his belt, pulled out his hard, thick penis, and slowly brought it to his wife's vulva before thrusting it in with a forceful motion. His wife couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "You big pervert...come out...don't go in." The bald man gripped his wife's waist and said fiercely, "Just wait until I fuck you to orgasm."
He slapped her buttocks hard and began a piston-like motion. His hands reached under his wife, grasping her breasts. The powerful thrusts made his wife gasp and moan, her breath coming in gasps. Their point of contact was completely obscured, only the faint sounds of "slap...slap" could be heard. His wife lowered her head, moaning softly, "Mmm...mmm...ah...gentle..." Her vaginal fluids flowed down her white thighs with each thrust.
The bald man thrust faster and faster, his wife's panting turning into short, soft cries, almost unable to suppress the pleasure in her heart. Finally, she excitedly matched his thrusts, twisting her hips and throwing her head back repeatedly. About ten minutes later, his wife looked up and screamed, a surge of heat erupting from her body, her vaginal walls contracting, her body trembling violently—clearly she had reached orgasm. But the man behind her remained as vigorous as ever. Sensing her climax, he pulled out his wet penis, turned her petite body against the wall, embraced her face to face, and sealed her cherry lips with his large mouth, his tongue darting into her mouth. His wife, lost in passion, let him do as he pleased, their tongues intertwining. The bald man lifted one of his wife's legs, his hips once again parting her labia and entering her body, beginning a new round of thrusting.
My wife was completely lost in a carnal frenzy, her arms wrapped around the bald man's neck, her hips thrusting back and forth, emitting soul-stirring moans. The thrusting between their bodies intensified, and the bald man, while fucking my wife's vagina, shouted, "Ah...it's been so long since I've fucked someone like you...you're amazing...I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied...damn...it feels so good..." His thrusting speed showed no signs of slowing down, and after six or seven minutes, he roared, "Oh...I'm going to shoot you to death..." After a few more frantic thrusts, he ejaculated all his life essence into my wife's body, and she reached her second orgasm amidst excited screams. His throbbing penis slowly withdrew from my wife's body, and she leaned against the wall, breathing slightly. The bald man pulled up his pants, put his arm around my wife's waist, and rested for a few minutes. My wife came to her senses, filled with remorse for her recent debauchery, and quickly straightened her clothes. The bald man, with his arm around her waist and his hand on her chin, asked cheerfully, "Beautiful lady, I'm in a good mood tonight, how about having a drink with me?" His wife quickly replied, "No, I have to go find my husband, please move aside." The bald man said unhappily, "Don't be such a spoilsport. It's rare for me to invite someone out. Go ahead, call your husband and tell him you'll be home late." His wife shook her head and refused, "Really, no, brother, my husband must be worried." She took out her phone to call me, but when she opened it, she saw the text message I had sent her and froze. The bald man also saw the message and burst into laughter, "Look how cooperative your husband is! Now let's see how you refuse me!" He then put his arm around his wife's waist and started walking out. His wife half-heartedly agreed and was led upstairs to a private room. The
bald man ordered a dozen beers and, with his arm around his wife, drank and chatted. Through their conversation, his wife learned that this bald man's name was A-Qiang, everyone called him Bald Qiang, and he was the boss of this disco. Bald Qiang placed one hand on her smooth thigh, stroking it: "Sis, you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. It's fate that we met. Let's have a good drink tonight." His wife initially tried to push his large hand away, attempting to stop his advances, but Bald Qiang's other hand slipped inside her clothes from behind, stroking her waist. This shameless entanglement left her powerless, and she eventually had no choice but to let him do as he pleased; after all, he'd already taken advantage of her the most. After Bald Qiang made his wife drink two glasses of wine, he sang a few songs with her. His voice was truly irresistible, and at his urging, his wife sang two love songs. Her voice was incredibly beautiful, and Bald Qiang kept praising his wife, saying she was simply born to be a singer. Then, with Bald Qiang's frequent toasts, the two drank more than ten bottles of beer. Under the influence of alcohol, his wife became unrestrained, sitting on his lap and bringing her glass to his lips: "Brother Qiang, let me toast you again." Bald Qiang lecherously downed his drink, his hands reaching inside her blouse to fondle her, causing his wife to lean on his shoulder, panting softly. Bald Qiang then shamelessly made his wife take off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in a bikini to dance with him in the private room. His wife's body was almost completely pressed against his, her soft, hot body causing a surge of heat to rise in his lower abdomen and throughout his body. His wife boldly pressed her hand against his erection through his pants, saying with drunken eyes, "Brother Qiang, you're so pathetic, you're hard again." Bald Qiang, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol, reached out and rubbed his wife's vulva forcefully through her panties: "Damn it, you dare say I'm pathetic, see how I fuck you to death." With that, he pushed his wife down onto the sofa.
Inside the private room, the blaring disco music mingled with seductive moans. On the large sofa, Bald Qiang, naked, lay on top of my wife, relentlessly thrusting into her vagina. Her long, slender legs were draped over his shoulders, her body arching upwards to meet his thrusts, the sounds of "slap...slap" echoing incessantly. The intense swelling sensation and strange sensation from his thick penis inside her caused my wife's juices to flow freely. "Ah...I can't take it...I'm going to die...um...ah..." Bald Qiang, like a beast in heat, rode over my wife's beautiful body. After she reached one climax, he made her kneel on the sofa, like a little bitch, and penetrated her from behind... This lewd struggle lasted for nearly an hour. Bald Qiang's stamina was astonishing; he relentlessly pounded into my wife in various positions, bringing her to multiple orgasms and causing her to ejaculate. Finally, my wife collapsed into his arms like a limp rag.
At that moment, I was unaware that my beloved wife had been shamelessly taken advantage of for most of the night, writhing and submitting beneath him. I didn't finish the report until 3 a.m. Thinking of my wife, I didn't stay at the company to rest, but drove home. When I arrived, I found my wife already back, fast asleep in the bedroom. I didn't disturb her, took off my clothes, quietly went into the bedroom, lay down beside her, and quickly fell asleep.
II. Erotic Photos
When I woke up in the morning, it was already past 7 a.m. Knowing that the president would be giving a report today, I quickly got up and washed. My wife was still lying in bed, so I nudged her: "Wife, it's time to get up." My wife turned over, looking sleepy, and said, "Honey, let me sleep for five more minutes, I'm so sleepy!" I didn't urge her anymore, quickly got ready, and went out.
Upon arriving at the company, General Manager Wang Biao called me into his office. After gesturing for me to close the door, he said earnestly, "Ah Long, you must perform well in this report. Make sure the president has a good impression of your abilities. Let me tell you, our Hangzhou branch is currently short of a deputy general manager. The president will likely select a key business person from among the various branches to fill the position. I've always had high hopes for you, so don't let me down, understand?" Hearing General Manager Wang's words, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. What a great opportunity! If I could seize it, becoming the deputy manager of the Hangzhou branch would be fantastic. Although it would be a bit far from home, I could transfer back after a few years. The salary of a deputy manager would be several levels higher than my current department manager position. So I said to General Manager Wang, "Don't worry, General Manager Wang, I definitely won't let you down." General Manager Wang nodded, "Alright, go back and prepare. The president will be there at 9 o'clock." Lost in anticipation, I bid farewell and left General Manager Wang's office.
Back in my office, I took out the report materials and carefully reviewed them. I had meticulously verified all the data, so I felt fairly confident.
At 9 o'clock, President Hua arrived as scheduled, and all the department heads came out to greet him. This was my first time meeting the president in person. He was 58 years old and appeared very shrewd and worldly. I had heard that he had built such a large empire in his youth through foresight and ambition, which truly impressed me.
In the conference room, the department heads reported on their respective departments' operations and management. When it was my turn, I relied on my literary skills from university, starting with the market economy system and consumer surveys, to explain our department's management system, interspersed with some performance data. I didn't even look at the prepared notes, speaking fluently and confidently. I noticed a hint of appreciation in President Hua's gaze, which made me a little nervous. When I finished my report, the president led the applause, which made me feel embarrassed. I bowed to everyone and quickly sat down.
The report meeting was a great success, and my performance was highly praised by the president. General Manager Wang Biao even came to my office to commend me for my performance that day. I took the opportunity to invite him to dinner that evening as a way of thanking him for his recognition. General Manager Wang declined several times, but finally agreed to go out that evening.
At noon, I called my wife to tell her that I wouldn't be home for dinner and asked her to cook something for herself. My wife complained on the phone, "You've left me alone again. You're so annoying!" I coaxed her a few times on the phone before hanging up.
At my wife's bank, just after she hung up the phone, the office door opened, and a charming young woman walked in. Her name was Bai Li, and she was a teller at the bank. She and my wife were very close friends; they could talk about almost anything when they were together. Bai Li came over to my wife and said, "Hanyi, I picked up my photo album yesterday. Shall we go take a look at it at noon?" My wife immediately agreed, "Sure, I'd love to see what that photo album you've been eyeing is like. You always encourage me to get one too." Bai Li smiled smugly and said, "I guarantee you'll be envious. It's settled then, let's have lunch together, and then come to my house to admire it." With that, she swayed her sexy hips and walked out.
After lunch at the bank's cafeteria, Bai Li took my wife to her home. Bai Li's home was a small villa not far from the bank. Her husband was a real estate developer and very wealthy. Back home, Bai Li kicked off her high heels and said to my wife, "Come to the bedroom with me, the photo albums are over there."
Two thick photo albums were placed on the large bed in the bedroom. My wife sat on the bed and opened the top album. The first picture was of Bai Li wearing a white tennis outfit, holding a racket and striking a pure pose. Her snow-white legs were exposed under her short skirt, looking particularly alluring against the pale green background. Bai Li boasted, "How about it? Not bad, right?" Her wife teased her, "I never thought you could be so innocent. You don't look like a vixen at all." Bai Li giggled and pinched her wife's chest, "You're the vixen! If you smile a few more times, I guarantee you'll bewitch all those lecherous men in our line of work." Her wife then flipped to the next picture, which showed Bai Li in a dark evening gown gazing out the window, holding a glass of wine. The V-neckline revealed glimpses of her cleavage, giving her an air of noble elegance. "The photographer's skill is truly exceptional," her wife praised generously. Seeing her wife's interested expression, Bai Li persuaded her, "Hanyi, you're better looking than me. I'm sure you'll look even more beautiful in the photos. How about I take a set with you sometime? I guarantee you won't regret it." Her wife continued flipping through the album, "Let me think about it."
The following photos showcased Bai Li's various charms to the fullest, from alluring and charming to demure and passionate. As his wife prepared to flip through the second photo album, Bai Li smiled mysteriously: "You should be prepared when you look at this one; it's my proudest work." Looking at Bai Li's mysterious expression, his wife asked suspiciously, "What's going on? So mysterious! Did you take nude photos?" When she turned to the first page, she couldn't help but exclaim, "You really did take nude photos!"
In the photo, Bai Li was curled up naked on a sky-blue carpet, her breasts pressed against her knees, holding a bouquet of roses that perfectly concealed her private parts. Her snow-white body radiated a dazzling glow under the light, giving an impression of utter purity, without a trace of lewdness. Bai Li spoke to his wife, "Hanyi, a woman's most beautiful moment is when she's young. If you don't capture your most beautiful side now, you'll regret it later, don't you think?" His wife nodded slightly and continued looking.
This photo album completely crossed the line for the wife, featuring almost entirely nude poses. Later, it even included tall, handsome male models posing intimately with Bai Li. In one photo, Bai Li, wearing a semi-transparent lingerie nightgown, nestled in the male model's arms. He held her slender waist and gently kissed her fair neck. Bai Li looked utterly ecstatic, as if enjoying a lover's caresses. The wife's breathing quickened, her chest heaving slightly. The next photo was even more outrageous: the male model was shirtless, his bulging muscles concealing immense power, wearing only a pair of briefs. Bai Li knelt before him, grabbing his waistband as if to tear it off, creating a lewd and suggestive atmosphere. His wife turned to her and asked, "You dare take pictures like this? Aren't you afraid your husband Xu Jian will be angry?" Bai Li giggled and said, "He won't be jealous. These are artistic photos, not real sex with him. He even compliments how sexy I look. Every time he finishes looking at this album, he's full of energy in bed, almost exhausting me." His wife's cheeks flushed slightly as she continued looking.
The next picture surprised his wife even more. The male model was lying naked on the bed, and Bai Li was straddling his waist, leaning back. Her nightgown was half-pulled down, revealing half of her beautiful breasts. The male model's hands were on her breasts, and Bai Li had a blissful expression, as if she were enjoying the pleasure of intercourse. His wife pointed at this photo and asked in surprise, "You didn't actually do it with him, did you?" Bai Li rolled her eyes at him and said, "Of course not. We were just posing. He didn't actually penetrate me." Seeing that his wife's attention was drawn back to the album, a sly smile flashed across Bai Li's face.
What followed was a series of lewd poses by Bai Li and male models, which broadened my wife's horizons. Bai Li kept urging my wife to take a set of photos, saying that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In the end, my wife actually agreed, but only to take photos like the first album. Bai Li happily said, "Then let's go this week, I'll make an appointment for you."
That evening, General Manager Wang and I had dinner at the Emperor Hotel, and I took him for a massage before returning home. My wife was watching TV on the sofa. When she saw me come back, she got up and hugged my neck, saying sweetly, "Honey, why did you take so long to come back? I missed you so much." Feeling the allure emanating from my wife's fiery body, my lower body couldn't help but stir. I picked up her soft body and carried her to the bedroom. Not long after, I heard my wife's enchanting moans.
My wife's snow-white body writhed wildly beneath me, her legs clamping around my waist, eagerly responding to my thrusts, crying out excitedly, "Ah...husband...you're so good...fuck me faster..." Hearing this, I thrust even more vigorously on top of her, my glans raining down on her cervix, sending her into waves of pleasure. Finally, as she reached her peak of ecstasy, I ejaculated my hot semen inside her.
The next day at breakfast, my wife said to me, "Bai Li is going to take photos with me this weekend, you should come with me." I immediately shook my head and said, "You should let Bai Li go with you. I dread taking photos with you; we sit there all day. Please spare me, honey." My wife pouted and said, "You always hide when you need something. I'm ignoring you."
Saturday afternoon, my wife received a call from Bai Li, saying she had arranged to meet the photographer, and the shoot would begin at 2 PM.
After hanging up the phone, my wife came to my side, hugged my neck, and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "My dear husband, Bai Li and I are going to take some photos. Be good at home, and I'll reward you when we get back tonight." I waved and said, "Okay, come back early. I'll make you boiled pork slices tonight." My wife quickly tidied up and went out.
She drove to the City Romance Wedding Photography Studio where she had arranged to meet Bai Li. She was already waiting there, chatting with a handsome man with long hair, occasionally letting out bursts of giggles. They seemed to know each other well. When my wife arrived, Bai Li introduced them: "Han Yi, this is Ahua, the chief photographer of this studio." She then said to Ahua, "This is one of our most beautiful women, Xu Han Yi. You can call her Sister Yi." Ahua came up and politely shook hands with my wife, then said, "I didn't expect Sister Yi to be so beautiful. Let's go upstairs." After saying that, he led the two of them up to the third floor.
The third floor was a very spacious photography studio, filled with all sorts of props. A beautiful girl was already waiting there. Ahua said to her, "Xiaomei, take this lady to get her makeup done and change clothes." The girl named Xiaomei came over and said to my wife, "Miss, please come with me." She led my wife into a dressing room.
Less than an hour later, my wife came out. Bai Li exclaimed exaggeratedly, "My God, she's like a fairy descended from heaven!" My wife's shiny black hair was styled in an exquisite way, with a lock of black hair falling over her right shoulder. Her fair face was lightly powdered, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her bright eyes were captivating, radiating the glow of a mature woman. Below her slender nose was a slightly full, incredibly sexy cherry-like mouth. The pale red rouge on her lips was crystal clear, full of temptation, making one want to take a bite. She wore a strapless black dress, exposing her delicate, snow-white shoulders. A diamond and platinum necklace adorned her long, swan-like neck, adding to her regal and luxurious appearance. Beneath the black dress, her full breasts stretched taut, revealing a third of her cleavage, exuding a mysterious allure. Her slender waist seemed almost too delicate to be grasped, and her sexy hips arched back, tightly wrapped in the dress, revealing two dazzlingly white, long legs. Her exquisitely bound feet, clad in black high heels, accentuated her graceful figure. The cameraman, Ahua, stared in disbelief. Seeing his expression, his wife couldn't help but feel a small surge of pride; her charm was still as strong as ever.
Arriving before Bai Li and the photographer, Ahua quickly recovered from his initial amazement and said to his wife, "Sister Yi, let's begin the first set of shots." He had his wife sit down at the table, resting her chin on her hand as if deep in thought, and placed a glass of wine beside her. Surprisingly, his wife had a knack for this; she quickly got into character and posed perfectly. After a few shots, they brought out a tall, handsome male model, who looked to be in his early twenties—a very sunny young man. Ahua introduced him as Ahao, and only after Bai Li's persuasion did his wife agree to pose with him.
Soft music began to play, and Ahao gentlemanly put his arm around his wife's slender waist, and they danced a waltz on the red carpet. To his wife's surprise, Ahao was an excellent dancer; the two moved in perfect harmony. As the dance progressed, his wife gradually let go of her inhibitions and fully immersed herself in the dance. The camera flashed incessantly as the photographer captured their beautiful moment. The music stopped quickly, and Ahua clapped his hands, saying, "This group was excellent. Let's move on to the next group. Xiaomei, take Sister Yi to change into the next outfit."
The next few groups were all about uniform seduction. My wife changed into one uniform after another at Baili's suggestion, including flight attendant uniforms, nurse uniforms, and policewoman uniforms. Under Ahua's guidance, she posed in various ways, which made the male model's eyes reveal a wild look. Baili stood next to Ahao and asked with a smile, "What? Stunned?" Ahao subtly placed his hand on her ample buttocks and whispered, "Sister Li's friends are all so charming." Baili felt the heat from his hands but did not stop him, letting his hands caress her at will. "Then let's see how you do it. My sister isn't easy to seduce." Ahao said with a grin, "Don't worry, I guarantee she'll be just like you." His burning gaze never left my wife on the stage.
The wife was currently wearing a policewoman's uniform; the dark blue uniform hugged her shapely figure, and her beautiful legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, peeked out from under the skirt—she was incredibly alluring. The photographer called Ah-hao to change into a black suit and pose as the criminal being subdued by the policewoman, then snapped a series of photos. After the uniform series, there were some revealing outfits, including crop tops. Bai Li encouraged her wife, saying, "Han-yi, your figure is better than mine. If we take these photos, your husband will be completely captivated. If we don't take some pictures to remember this while we're young, we'll regret it later." Ah-hua also said to his wife, "Yes, Sister Yi, I rarely get to take photos of such a beautiful woman like you. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with the results." The wife hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
The next outfit was much hotter and sexier. She wore a leather tube top that tightly hugged her ample breasts, a short leather skirt that barely covered her shapely buttocks, and tall leather boots. A few strands of her hair fell loose over her chest. Every time she bent over and struck a pose, her semi-naked breasts were clearly visible, giving the men present a feast for the eyes. The next shot was next to a snooker table, where she held a cue and assumed a striking posture. Her alluring figure was in no way inferior to those of the snooker queens on television. After striking a few poses, Ah-hao, shirtless, approached his wife. His bulging muscles exuded power, causing his wife's cheeks to flush slightly, and she lowered her head shyly. Ah-hao, with a professional smile, said, "Sister Yi, don't be shy, just relax, otherwise the photos won't turn out well." Bai-li walked up to his wife and started scolding her, "I'm telling you, Han-yi, what's there to be shy about? Only when paired with the opposite sex can a woman's unique charm be brought out. What are you hesitating for?" His wife muttered, "I didn't say I wouldn't shoot, don't worry, I'll cooperate fully with you, you gossip." Then she looked up at the male model and said, "Okay, let's begin. I'll cooperate fully with you."
Under the lights, Ah-hao stood behind his wife, holding her small hand holding the club with one hand and grasping her arm that rested on the club with the other, posing as if instructing her on how to hit the ball. With a slight lowering of his gaze, he could take in his wife's boundless beauty. His wife's body nestled in his arms, their cheeks almost touching, which seemed rather ambiguous, but his wife was already used to it and seemed very natural. Then Ahua asked his wife to turn around so that Ahao could put his arm around her waist. They gazed into each other's eyes. Suddenly, Baili's phone rang. She answered it and walked aside to listen to the call: "Hello, honey, I'm taking photos with Hanyi. I can't come back." "What? They insist that I come too? Just say I don't have time." Baili said to her wife, "Hanyi, I'm sorry, my husband asked me to go over for a bit. You take the photos here, I'll be right back." Then she said to Ahua, "You have to do your best to take the most beautiful photos of Hanyi, or you'll be in big trouble." Ahua patted his chest and assured her, "Don't worry, we definitely won't let you down." His wife felt bad about keeping her, and just told her to hurry back.
Through the semi-transparent nightgown, his wife's underwear and lace panties were faintly visible, sparking the imagination. Ahua fetched several bottles of mineral water and said to his wife, "Sister Yi, wetting your dress will create an even more alluring effect. Many people have taken photos like this." He even brought out a photo album, which indeed contained several photos of women soaked in water. The wet clothes clung to their bodies, revealing the women's beautiful figures in the album in a unique and captivating way. His wife thought, "Since I've already gone all out, let's take the photos. It'll save Bai Li, that gossipy old woman, from nagging again."
Ahua slowly poured several bottles of mineral water down his wife's neck and onto her body. Her strapless nightgown, already quite transparent, was practically naked when wet; the thin silk clung tightly to her breasts, clearly revealing their outlines. The two pink nipples, jolted by the cold water, immediately stood erect, appearing exceptionally alluring against the skin. The photographer licked his dry lips.
"Ugh...it's all wet..." His wife's words had a double meaning. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt intensely hot all over. The cold water didn't sober her up; instead, it fueled her desire. She felt uncontrollably wet down there.
"Okay, now touch your breasts, keep touching them, yes...touch them hard." The photographer quickly pressed the shutter.
"Hmm...is this how you touch them?...Hmm, it hurts!" His wife was somewhat dazed. She obeyed the photographer's instructions completely, vigorously rubbing her breasts, which twisted and deformed under the pressure.
"No, no, you have to imagine it too, imagine a strange man touching your breasts, kissing your breasts," the photographer said to his wife in a gentle tone. But his wife's movements were stiff, so Ahua had Ahao take the stage.
Ahao stood behind her, his hands roaming freely over her flat stomach. Even through the thin fabric, his wife could feel the heat of his hands, and her heart began to race. Her breathing became rapid. Ahao gently licked his wife's earlobe, his hands subtly moving upwards from her waist, slipping under her clothes to caress her smooth, flat stomach. His wife instinctively grabbed his hands, trying to stop him: "Mmm...don't...mmm...please..." Ahao continued gently in her ear, "Yes, you'll gradually feel it, and the photos will look more realistic. Come on, let's experience it some more." His wife actually cooperated, grabbing the photographer's hands, pretending to refuse while thrusting out her breasts, truly experiencing what it felt like to be teased by a strange man.
The male model continued kissing her earlobe, cheek, and shoulders with unhurried passion, saying, "Sister Yi, do you know?
You're so sexy and charming, every man would go crazy thinking about you." Suddenly, one of his hands slid down, lifting her short skirt and gently caressing her inner thigh. His wife, tickled, quickly closed her legs to prevent him from succeeding, but he was a seasoned womanizer, unwilling to let go of this rare beauty. His fingers, through her panties, pressed against her genitals, gently rubbing her clitoris. As his wife reached out to stop him from his next move, his other hand, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, suddenly touched her breasts. His wife cried out in surprise: "Ah," Ah-hao skillfully unhooked her bra, his large hands massaging her full breasts, a three-pronged attack that brought his wife to the brink of ecstasy. Her body writhed and gasped against his chest, "Mmm...oh...I can't take it...stop...I can't take it anymore..." Ah-hao wasn't about to give up at this crucial moment. He intensified his teasing, and soon his wife's defenses crumbled.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around Ah-hao's neck, turning her face to kiss his thick lips, letting his tongue freely tantalize her senses. His skillful caresses quickly drove her into a frenzy, one hand reaching towards her... Behind her, she pressed her hand against his erect penis through his pants, and was secretly surprised. It was so thick, even stronger than her husband's. Ah Hao teased her while kissing her, saying, "Can you feel its thickness? It will make you feel like you're in heaven. Feel it properly, it will bring you endless pleasure in a moment." His wife involuntarily followed his words and massaged his penis. Before she knew it, the straps of her nightgown had been pulled down and gradually slipped to the ground, revealing her snow-white and proud body, exquisite and translucent, with skin as smooth as jade, exuding a wave of intoxicating fragrance. Ah Hao was intoxicated, closed his eyes and kissed her breasts passionately, sucking on the two red nipples with a "slurping" sound. A surge of heat quickly spread through his wife's body, making her let out a soul-stirring moan: "Mmm...oh...I can't take it anymore...ah...no..."
Her lower body was already overflowing with desire, wet and wet. His wife reached into Ah-hao's underwear and grabbed his penis. It was so hot and thick; she couldn't even hold it with one hand. She grasped half of it and slowly began to stroke it.
The male model pulled his wet fingers out of his wife's vagina and waved them in front of her eyes: "See? Your body has told me you need me, right? You really need a man. Today, let's indulge ourselves." As he spoke, he slowly lifted one of his wife's legs, thrusting his hips forward. His penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina, first the glans of his penis pushing open her labia and entering her vagina, then the entire penis eagerly plunged in all at once! His wife let out a soft moan, her sensitive body tensing up. She felt a mixture of pleasure, guilt, and shyness from the act of intercourse. The feeling of fullness sent shivers down her spine, and she groaned, "Ah...it's so big..." Ah Hao chuckled, "Only halfway in. Watch how I make you feel like you're in heaven." With that, he thrust his hips upwards, and with a "plop," his large penis was fully inside his wife, squeezing out a gush of vaginal fluid.
This was an extremely lewd scene. The wife stood in front of Ah-hao, turning around to hug his head. His body was pressed tightly against her, his hands kneading her high breasts, his buttocks making powerful piston-like movements. His thick penis appeared and disappeared inside her, "crackling... crackling... squelching..." He was working so hard, and the wife's face was also filled with a joyful expression. Her eyes were slightly open, and she let out a soft moan from her cherry lips: "Mmm... be gentle... oh... so good... mmm..." Her body swayed back and forth with Ah-hao's constant thrusting. The pleasure of his penis rubbing against the walls of her vagina was overwhelming her brain, making her moan in ecstasy. "Click, click," the flashlight kept flashing from different angles, recording the beautiful moment between the two. Soon, the wife let out a rapid scream: "Ah... oh... I'm going to die... I'm losing it... ah..." Her beautiful body trembled in his arms as she reached her climax.
His wife, nestled in Ah-hao's arms, savored the afterglow of her climax, letting him lift her up and gently place her on the red carpet. Ah-hao pressed down on his wife like a mountain, kissing her snow-white, alluring body. Under his caresses, his wife was overwhelmed with passion, gently wriggling: "Mmm... Ah-hao... I'm so itchy... I can't take it anymore..." Ah-hua rubbed his already erect crotch, quickly set up the camera on the tripod, adjusted the angle, set it to continuous shooting, and then impatiently took off his pants and came to the two of them.
At this moment, his wife's legs were draped over Ah-hao's shoulders, her body enduring his powerful thrusts: "Ah...it's so thick...it's killing me...mmm..." Suddenly, a thick, long penis appeared before her. His wife saw it was Ah-hua, and under his lustful gaze, she reached out and grabbed his penis, obediently opening her cherry lips to take it into her mouth. Her tongue covered the swollen edge of the glans, licking it, while her soft, white hands rubbed the penis up and down. Ah-hua groaned with pleasure, squatting in front of his wife and slowly moving his penis in and out of her mouth, while simultaneously kneading her full breasts. Stimulated by the two, his wife let out pleasurable moans. Ah-hao, like a wild beast, thrust into the deepest part of his wife's vagina, reaching her cervix, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably and scream incessantly. She no longer cared about the shame of being a wife; all she knew was to wrap her legs around Ah Hao's waist and desperately stick out her snowy buttocks to meet the thrusting of his penis, as if she wanted to swallow the unusually thick and long penis completely into her vagina. At this moment, Ah Hao pulled out his large penis and made his wife turn over and kneel on the ground like a little bitch. Ah Hua and Ah Hao switched positions, and the cameraman Ah Hua squatted behind his wife, holding his thick penis and thrusting it into her vagina. With a "plop," a gush of vaginal fluid splashed out. His wife raised her beautiful face and moaned as Ah Hao's huge penis filled her mouth...
The cameraman Ah Hua and the male model Ah Hao took turns making love to his wife, leaving traces of their pleasure on the carpet, on the large Simmons mattress, and on the snooker table. At their request, she changed into policewoman and nurse uniforms and received the baptism of their large penises. This erotic photo shoot lasted for more than two hours. In the end, his wife lay on the bed like a puddle of mud, her body filled with their semen. His wife closed her eyes, her breasts heaving rapidly, her skin shimmering with a captivating glow, allowing their hands to caress her smooth breasts.
Just then, my wife's phone rang. It was Bai Li calling: "Hanyi, are you done shooting? I'll be there soon." Hearing that she was coming back, my wife immediately sat up: "I'm done shooting, I'm changing." Then she glared at the two of them and hurried into the dressing room.
When she came out again, she saw Bai Li and Ahua joking around. Seeing Xu Hanyi come out, the two exchanged sly smiles, and Bai Li greeted her: "Hanyi, how was it? The photos turned out well, right?" My wife blushed and said, "Yeah, they were pretty good. I'm a little tired, let's go." Ahua came over and said to my wife, "Sister Yi, come back in three days to choose the photos." My wife agreed and pulled Bai Li downstairs.
I was making boiled fish for my wife at home when I heard the sound of a key opening the door. My wife's tired figure walked in, and I asked her with concern, "How was it? Tired from the photoshoot?" My wife nodded and said, "I'm going to take a shower; I sweated a lot during the photoshoot." Then she put down her bag and went into the bathroom.
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