I gave my unsuspecting wife to someone else to have sex with (2)

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Word count: 18902 A few days later, I met up with the online friend again. We talked about the sundae incident from last time, and we were both very excited. The online friend said my wife was indeed pure and dignified, beautiful and elegant, a very positive girl. I said, since you're so capable with women, why don't you seduce her? The online friend said that based on his observation of my wife that day, he found her to be a girl without any evil intentions. Seduce such a girl, it would be too difficult and too time-consuming. If the seduction failed, everything would be in vain, and most importantly, it would have a negative impact on the future. Listening to his analysis of my wife, I felt he understood her better than I did. I asked the online friend if continuing this secret affair would be successful. The online friend said, you know your wife's personality is upright and kind. We can take advantage of this personality to play with her. Such a noble girl being betrayed by her beloved husband to play with others, you should also feel a kind of enjoyment, right? So as long as you're willing, it's already a success. This netizen's words completely captured my cuckolded heart. Yes, I went through so much trouble to win over my wife back then, shedding tears and getting heartbroken. And now, I'm conspiring with someone else to sleep with my most beloved wife. This agonizing feeling is exactly what I need now; it's an addiction I don't want to quit. I asked the netizen how we should play next time. The netizen said that the weather is getting warmer now, so next time we should do some outdoor exposure, otherwise it would be a waste of the weather. I shook my head and said no way, my wife would never agree to outdoor exposure, it's simply impossible. But the netizen said there's a first time for everything, and this kind of exposure is different from that kind of exposure. As long as you follow my plan and put in a little effort, I guarantee I can satisfy your cuckolded desires. I asked him curiously what kind of plan this was. The netizen explained that if he just let her expose herself in the wild, it definitely wouldn't work, but my birthday is in a few days, and girls are usually more compliant on their beloved man's birthday. Plus, my wife is kind and considerate, so we can't waste this great opportunity. I said that even on my birthday, my wife wouldn't strip naked in public. But netizens said I never intended for her to do anything revealing; it would be unacceptable to her. They suggested she wear a remote-controlled butterfly instead of being naked. Finally, my birthday arrived. To celebrate, my wife wore a short, bodycon dress with black stockings and red high heels. This outfit was a special treat; she usually doesn't wear black stockings, only doing so for my birthday. Knowing she was thoughtful, she bought me a cake and a gift early in the morning, and came home early to clean and cook. Watching her virtuous and beautiful back, I thought about my wicked plan, and unconsciously, my penis slowly became erect. After dinner, it was time for cake. While blowing out the candles, my wife happily urged me to make a wish. I closed my eyes and made a wish that my plan for the day would succeed. After blowing out the candles, my wife smiled and asked what I wished for. I said I'd made a wish, but whether it came true was up to her. My wife asked curiously what it was. I deliberately changed the subject, saying the weather was nice today, and we should go for a walk in the park later. My wife happily agreed, but then asked me the same question again. I pretended to be helpless and said it was nothing. My kind-hearted wife looked at my silence, then slowly leaned closer and whispered, "Do you want to have sex?" Looking at my innocent wife, I thought to myself, "I fucking want you to be fucked by someone else!" But I deliberately stammered, "Actually, I bought something, but I'm afraid you won't like it. This thing... oh well." My wife became even more curious after seeing me hesitate and say a bunch of things she didn't understand, so she asked what it was. Seeing that I had piqued her curiosity, I said, "Actually, I bought something for you to wear," and then took out a butterfly. My innocent wife had never seen this before, but after glancing at the naked woman on the packaging box, she immediately seemed to understand. She exclaimed in surprise, "What does this mean?" After I explained to my wife, she immediately objected. I knew she would object at first, so I feigned disappointment and said, "Sigh~ I know you won't agree. I was just thinking about it." Seeing my extreme disappointment, she said, "Why are you so lecherous?" I said, "Being lecherous isn't a bad thing. It's just that I like you so much. I just envy other couples who can have sex freely. But actually, we're pretty good, just a little monotonous. I won't force you; I just want to have a beautiful memory on this special day. Hehe, I know I'm just daydreaming. It's okay." Saying this, I put the butterfly back in its box. Seeing my disappointment, my wife hesitated and said, "Sigh~ I really can't do anything with you, you little lecher." Then she took the butterfly and asked curiously, "How do you play with this?" At this moment, I turned on the remote, and with a buzz, the butterfly began to tremble in my wife's hand. Seeing her shy expression, she said to me, "Pervert!" I just chuckled foolishly. My wife then complained, "Why are all you men so lecherous?" Seeing my wife lower her guard, I said, "Honey, let me be a little naughty today." Looking at my longing eyes, she finally reluctantly agreed. My heart immediately surged with excitement; I thought, "Finally, I succeeded! This idea from the netizen is brilliant!" Then I asked my wife to try on the butterfly-shaped accessory first. My innocent wife had never seen such things before, let alone had to wear them herself, so she was inevitably a little nervous. After she put it on, I deliberately turned on the remote. My wife let out a soft moan, saying, "Oh, it's so numb!" I said, "This is only level one." I grinned lewdly and asked her if it felt good. My wife then asked if anyone would notice when we went out. I said, "No, this butterfly is like your underwear. Just think of it as wearing a sanitary napkin on your period." My wife examined herself in the mirror for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, she emphasized again to me with a big smile that it was only for today. I smiled and nodded, kissing and hugging my wife to express my gratitude. My wife said this was a special gift she gave me for my birthday. Hehe, honey, you have no idea how special this gift is! Later, just before leaving, I sent an "okay" message to my online friend, asking him to wait for a good shady spot in the park. On the way, my wife initially seemed a little awkward, afraid of being recognized. But every time I turned on the remote, watching her embarrassed and trembling face was incredibly amusing. Gradually, she got used to it. When we arrived at the park, she said she wanted to take some pictures and enjoy the scenery, asking if we could stop playing around for a bit. I agreed verbally, but secretly thought, "Hehe, my dear, I won't play with you anymore, but you'd never guess that someone else will be playing with you soon." Just then, my online friend messaged me saying he was following us. I turned around and saw that he had already spotted us and had been tailing us. This guy really knows a lot! He replied, "Proceed as planned." Afterwards, my wife and I went to a less crowded area, found a bench, and sat down to chat. I asked if she had felt anything wrong or uncomfortable along the way. My wife said she was fine, as long as I didn't turn on the remote. I chuckled and chatted with her. Seeing that the time was right, I suddenly pretended to have a stomachache and needed to go to the toilet. My wife, seeing my anxious expression, believed me and asked if I wanted to go with her. I quickly said no, but she insisted I go quickly, though we hadn't seen any toilets along the way. I said if I really couldn't go, I'd find a secluded spot. My wife laughed and told me to stop joking and hurry up. I got up and pretended my phone was about to die, telling my wife to stay put and not wander around, as the park was big and had many paths, and she was worried about losing contact if her phone died. My wife agreed, telling me to hurry back while she played on her phone and looked at photos. After I left, I found my online friend around the corner, handed him the remote, and said, "Now it's your turn." Unexpectedly, he pulled a large pair of binoculars from his bag, grinning lewdly, and said, "Hehe, you can use this to clearly enjoy watching me play with your wife." He handed me the binoculars, saying it was his go-to spying tool, and told me to go to the pavilion on the nearby hill to watch. He said it was sparsely populated there, and the high-powered binoculars would give me a clear view of the surroundings. After saying this, he took out a DSLR camera and, pretending to be an ordinary tourist, walked towards my wife's direction. I looked at the pavilion with the binoculars, inwardly admiring this guy's cunning; it seemed my wife was destined to be his. I quickly reached the pavilion on the hill, and seeing that there weren't many tourists, I hurriedly grabbed the high-powered binoculars and peered out. Sure enough, I could see my wife clearly in the distance. Watching my wife sitting quietly in her chair, looking at her phone, I thought, "Wife, do you know a lecherous wolf is slowly approaching you? And that lecherous wolf is none other than your husband, sent to devour you." Just then, I saw the netizen slowly approach my wife with a remote control. She was sitting in a chair, looking down at her phone. The netizen pointed the remote at her crotch and pressed a button. My wife's body trembled slightly, she squeezed her legs together slightly, and while pulling at her skirt, she looked around. Not seeing me, she picked up her phone. I knew she was going to call me. I took the phone, and she asked if I was sneaking around nearby. I pretended not to and asked her what was wrong. She said she didn't know why the butterfly was fluttering. I said maybe the butterfly was malfunctioning.Or is there some kind of frequency interference? I asked again if the shaking was severe. My wife said it was probably only mild, nothing serious. I chuckled and said, "My phone's about to die. I'll be back after I'm done. You can enjoy yourself for now..." Before I could finish, I deliberately hung up, pretending my phone was dead. Then I immediately switched my phone to airplane mode. I saw my wife about to call again. She listened to the phone to make sure it was off, then nervously looked around, covering her legs with her bag, sitting rather awkwardly. At this point, I called my online friend. I told him I'd taken care of things here, and it was up to him now. He said no rush, he wanted to play with my wife slowly. He said, "Look at how uncomfortable your wife is, hehe~ Now, just get ready to see how I get her excited!" As the netizen spoke, he pointed the remote at my wife and switched it to level 2. My wife had never experienced level 2 before; I had only used level 1 before, afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it. With the netizen switching to level 2, my wife really couldn't take it anymore. I could imagine the sensation of that butterfly vibrating and stirring inside her. I watched as my wife squeezed her black-stockinged legs even tighter, her expression extremely unnatural, her face slowly turning red. She opened her tender lips and gasped for breath, then looked around at the passersby before lowering her head, her pert buttocks swaying slightly and unnaturally on the chair. I could feel my wife trembling all over. Then the netizen said on the other end of the phone, "Look! Look! She's horny, she's horny, hehe~ Look at how horny her ass is, she must want to be fucked hard right now!" Hearing the netizen's extremely perverted laughter, my penis immediately became very hard. I was at a loss for words, just replying, "Yes." Looking at my wife again, I noticed she was becoming restless. She kept pressing her hands to her stomach, then her legs, her beautiful black-stockinged legs constantly shifting – sometimes raised, sometimes crossed, sometimes slightly parted. My boyfriend excitedly remarked that those sexy black-stockinged legs of mine would be his sex toy sooner or later, making me blush. My own uncooperative penis had already broken through the foreskin. Just then, I saw my wife stand up, compose herself, pull her bodycon dress down her legs, tidy herself up, and pick up her bag, looking like she was about to leave. My boyfriend on the other end of the phone said, "Oh no, your wife probably wants to find a restroom and needs to remove her 'Dancing Butterfly' dress." He then pretended to be a passerby and slowly walked towards my wife. My wife glanced around at the few people nearby, then saw my boyfriend casually walking towards her and went to meet him. I watched in astonishment from a distance as my wife actually approached the online friend. Her voice came clearly from the other end of the phone: "Hello, is there a restroom nearby?" The online friend, feigning nonchalance, looked at my wife and said, "Oh, this park is big, but there aren't many restrooms. I don't think I've seen any around here." Then I heard my wife ask, "Where are there any?"
The netizen said the nearest restroom was near Songyuan, but it was hard to find due to the many intersections there, and even if he told me, he was afraid I wouldn't be able to find it. His wife, looking somewhat anxious, asked, "Do you know how to get there?" The netizen pretended to answer that he often came to this park to take photos, but the park was too big and he wasn't familiar with some of the paths, though he knew the way to Songyuan. His wife hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone and said, "Excuse me, could you please take me there?" The netizen, with his pretentious air, said, "Okay, if you're in a hurry, I'll lead the way. I think there's a shortcut nearby." His naive wife believed this lecherous man in sheep's clothing and thanked him profusely. Watching his wife's slightly trembling black-stockinged legs walking with the netizen, I felt a strange mix of emotions. I thought to myself, "My dear wife, little do you know that this kind person beside you is remotely controlling your sexy black-stockinged legs." I continued watching them, and then I heard the netizen ask on the other end of the phone, "Beautiful lady, why are you in the park alone?" My wife, concerned about her appearance, lowered her head and said, "My boyfriend and I came together, but he wasn't feeling well and went to find the restroom. His phone is dead, and he told me to wait here for him, but he hasn't come back yet." A netizen commented, "He's probably lost. The roads here are hard to find. There's only one restroom nearby. Let's hurry over there; maybe we'll run into him. But then again, your boyfriend is so irresponsible, leaving such a pretty girl here alone. He's probably just graduated from college, right?" Hearing the netizen's sarcastic remark even at this point, I felt incredibly pathetic. But wasn't this all part of our plan? I glanced at my online friend again as he led my wife down a deserted path not far from where I was. I carefully observed the path with my binoculars and found it to be an excellent, secluded spot. No one ever passed by, and I guessed not many people knew about it. It seemed my friend had planned this all in advance. Then I listened to his rambling on the phone: "This park is beautiful. The sun is shining today, and it'll be even better in summer. I'm a professional photographer, and it's a pleasure to meet you today. To be honest, I wouldn't say you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but you certainly have the most elegant air. If it's convenient later, could I take some photos of you with this beautiful scenery?" Looking at my wife, I had no interest in listening to his nonsense. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her legs, clad in black stockings, trembled as she walked, unable to move quickly. She simply gave him perfunctory answers, not even showing him her face. After the online friend complimented my wife a few more times, he noticed she wasn't paying him any attention. He deliberately slowed his pace, walked to a flowerbed behind her, picked up his camera, and said, "The lighting here is unusually good. Wait a moment, I'll take these few shots and then we'll leave." I was watching my wife, completely oblivious to the online friend taking pictures. Helpless, she walked towards a nearby stream, turned around, hugged her waist, and slightly raised one heel to look at the stream for comfort. Looking at the online friend behind my wife now, it wasn't about taking pictures of flowers at all. Seeing my wife's back to him, he quickly grabbed his camera, squatted down behind her, and snapped a few photos of her trembling buttocks. He stood up, looked at the camera, and grinned wickedly. Then he picked up the phone, chuckling lewdly, and whispered to me, "Your wife is soaking wet, hehehe~" I was speechless, managing to squeeze out, "W-what do you mean?" Then a netizen said, "Thank goodness for today's sunny weather and my high-powered DSLR camera! I took a picture of your wife's legs in black stockings! After zooming in, I saw her thighs and her sexy buttocks... haha!! They're already soaking wet! Hehehe~" I took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, thinking that usually when I made love to my wife, her arousal was only superficial. But this butterfly effect was so powerful? It actually made her wet from her buttocks all the way down to her thighs! Hearing the netizen's smug, lewd laughter, I couldn't help but feel jealous. I objected, saying, "I heard you trying to flirt with my wife for a while, and she barely paid any attention to you. That means my wife still maintains her composure and dignity even in this situation." Hearing this, the netizen retorted sarcastically on the other end of the phone, "Your wife is composure? Your wife is dignified?"
"Hmph, I'll show her what she's got!" With that, he got up and walked over to my wife. The caller on the other end of the phone offered a fake apology to my wife, saying he was sorry to have kept her waiting and that we should hurry. After he finished speaking, I noticed my wife was probably still a little dazed from the intense dance moves. Her face was flushed, she frowned, took a deep breath, and while secretly crossing one leg forward, she replied slowly, "It's okay." I guess she really was about to collapse. Seeing my wife's slow reaction, the caller deliberately said, "Miss, you seem a little unwell. You don't look well. Are you sick? Should we go to the infirmary here? I know it well." My wife quickly said no, she just wanted to get to the restroom. The caller immediately apologized again, saying, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault for delaying you. Let's hurry." He then quickened his pace. After hearing what my online friend said on the phone, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. I thought to myself, this path is already difficult to walk on, and with my wife wearing high heels and being tormented by the butterflies, how could she possibly walk fast? Then I looked at my wife with pity. Her body seemed contorted, her plump, round buttocks swaying every now and then. Her two pairs of black-stockinged legs followed behind my friend with small, heel-clad steps. Watching her determined figure, I actually had a fleeting urge to encourage her to persevere. But then, I suddenly saw my wife squat down, followed by a soft "Ah!" from the other end of the phone. In a panic, I quickly picked up the phone and asked my friend what was wrong. My friend said slowly and softly, "Nothing~ I just switched the remote to level four, hehe, I didn't expect your wife to react so strongly?" I was stunned and speechless. Level four? You didn't even use level three before jumping straight to the highest level? Watching my wife huddled there, her body trembling violently, I heard my online friend on the other end of the phone feign concern, asking what was wrong. But then I saw him deliberately slow his pace, swaying unsteadily towards her. I knew he was intentionally slowing down to admire her sexy backside. When he reached her and bent down to help her up, she lost her balance from the violent shaking, her hands instinctively grabbing his pants. Instead of helping her up, he deliberately pushed his legs back, causing her to kneel before him instead of squatting. This scene left me speechless; it was blatant groveling! A posture never seen in our daily lives! Then, I saw my online friend turn to me in the distant pavilion, making a mocking face! His expression seemed to say, "Didn't you say your wife was reserved? Didn't you say your wife was dignified? Hehehe..." This time, the wife was completely defeated by the butterfly's four-level force. Her hands grabbed the netizen's trouser legs, and her head was almost touching his feet. At this moment, the netizen reached out and grabbed one of his wife's hands and lifted her up. I thought the netizen was afraid that he had gone too far, so he helped his wife up. Unexpectedly, the netizen only grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her up, rubbing her against his thigh. His wife, already shaken by the butterfly vibrator at its maximum setting, was experiencing uncontrollable trembling of her buttocks, making her lower body uncontrollable. She couldn't even muster the strength to stand up. The wicked netizen, only holding his wife's hand, forcefully pulled her lower body, causing her upper body and face to involuntarily press against his leg. When he had brought her to his crotch, he deliberately didn't pull her up further. His wife tried to squat down, but because her buttocks were still uncontrollable from the butterfly vibrator, she couldn't squat completely. Furthermore, the netizen's deliberate pulling brought her closer to his crotch, resulting in her face being pressed tightly against his penis, separated only by a thin pair of pants. Damn! Now she's truly groveling! Then, the netizen on the other end of the phone pretended to say, "Oh, okay, okay!" Slow down, slow down! But the netizen's movements didn't slow down at all; he just pretended to make his movements more exaggerated so his wife would think he was slowing down. He then swung both hands down, causing his wife to sink back to her original kneeling position. He said, "Okay, this time I'll pull you up." His wife, already speechless from his actions, could only nod slightly in agreement. Just then, I suddenly noticed the netizen shift his stance. His right foot, taking advantage of his wife's inattention, secretly moved between her legs. As he deliberately tried to pull her up again, his right foot simultaneously lifted sharply, presumably hitting her crotch. I heard his wife scream on the other end of the phone, "Ahhh…!" as she landed on his foot. The scream startled him, and he hurriedly said to his wife, "Ah, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I was just trying to pull you up and didn't notice where I kicked you!"
At the same time, she quickly looked around to see if anyone was there. Her scream was quite loud, attracting the attention of some passengers who also looked in the direction of the sound. This time, her wife was completely exhausted; she was slumped on the right foot of her boyfriend like a lump of mud, her trembling body leaning against his leg, panting softly. Her long, black-stockinged legs were exposed before him, one high heel dangling to the side. I was genuinely heartbroken at that moment, so I quickly hung up and called back. The boyfriend took the phone, turned his head, and whispered, "What's wrong?" I said, "That's enough, isn't it? You can't play like this! Do you really want to ruin my wife?" The boyfriend chuckled lewdly and whispered, "Feeling sorry? Hehehe~ Can you see my stinky feet pressing against your wife's genitals right now? Damn! Your wife is a complete slut, and my shoes are soaked now." I saw my online friend rubbing his right foot against my wife's crotch while talking, and I could hear her moaning through the phone again. I started pleading with him, "If you're going to play, at least be gentle. Please turn off the microphone." He retorted, "You idiot! What do you know?! I'm training your wife, this is the crucial moment to arouse her, don't you dare mess things up." I was genuinely worried this time and begged him to go easy on her. Seeing my pathetic pleading, he said, "Okay, I'll turn the microphone back down." He then turned to look at my wife. She was still in a semi-convulsive state from the hard kick he'd given her, clinging tightly to his right leg and trembling. In her current state, she probably didn't realize he'd been on the phone with me, but the cunning friend deliberately raised his voice, trying to make her think he was talking to someone else. He ended by saying, "Something came up, I'll leave it at that and contact you another day." After saying this, the netizen bent down and shook his wife, saying, "Are you alright, beautiful? Wake up... can you hear me?" At this point, probably because the game had been switched back to a lower setting, his wife regained some of her composure, slightly raised her head, looked at the netizen, and nodded. The netizen then said, "I think you're really quite ill. I'll call 120." Seeing the netizen pick up the phone, his wife stretched out her weak hand to stop him. I heard his wife weakly say on the phone, "I'm just a little tired, but I feel better now. Let me rest a little longer, I'll be fine in a bit." I then heard the netizen say, "No way, beautiful? You must have some kind of illness! Look how much you're sweating! Oh dear, look how much you're shaking! You're sitting on my feet, and I can feel my feet shaking so much!" Hearing this, I thought to myself, "This bastard is really something else. Isn't he deliberately insulting my wife in front of her?" But at the same time, I was also excited to hear what his wife had to say. After hearing what the netizen said, the wife's face turned bright red, and she struggled to stand up. But the netizen deliberately rubbed his foot against her crotch, causing her to sit back down. At the same time, the netizen on the other end of the phone deliberately said, "Slow down, slow down, see, see, still not working, right?" The wife, her face still flushed, said to the netizen, "Could you please put your foot away?" Seeing that his wife was probably angry, the netizen didn't dare say anything more. He helped her into a squatting position and then slowly pulled out his right foot, which was probably already soaking wet. Perhaps sensing the awkward atmosphere, the netizen quickly glanced at the red high heel lying to the side and then said insincerely, "Oh! I just noticed your shoe fell off." Only then did the wife notice that her high heel had been thrown aside during the series of violent movements. She squatted down and said, "Could you please pick up my shoe for me?" Actually, the netizen had been waiting for this. After picking up the high heel, he secretly sniffed it when his wife wasn't looking, then returned the shoe to her with a look of smug satisfaction. Seeing his wife struggling to put on her shoes while squatting, the netizen said, "Honey, let me help you up before you put on your shoes. Otherwise, you might twist your ankle if you squat like that." His wife tried a few times but couldn't get them on completely, so she took off her heels and said, "I wasn't feeling well earlier. I should be able to stand up by myself now." Then I heard the netizen say, "My way of helping you was wrong. I shouldn't have pulled you from the front. Your center of gravity is all down there, making it difficult to help you up. I should have helped you up from the side. You've been squatting for too long; if you force yourself to stand up, your legs will go numb and you might fall." After hearing this on the phone, I knew this guy was up to something again. I glanced at my wife, seeing her innocent expression, and heard her voice on the phone. "Okay, then try helping me up from the side," I thought to myself. "Sigh~ silly wife, you're going to get played again." Sure enough, I saw my online friend secretly take the remote control out of his pocket and hold it in his hand. Then, without batting an eye, he walked over and began to help my wife, who was squatting on the ground, up from the side. On the phone, I heard him pretend to be concerned and say to my wife, "This time, take it slow. Lean forward a little so I can get a better grip." My naive wife actually believed him and leaned slightly as he helped her up. Just as she was about to stand up, he suddenly pressed the remote control hard. I heard my wife scream again on the other end of the phone, and then I saw her about to fall forward. Seeing his chance, he immediately reached behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her from behind. Then, I heard him deliberately say on the phone, "Hey beautiful, why are you doing this again? Don't lean forward anymore, watch your head!" But what about my wife? I watched with concern and noticed my wife's delicate body had started trembling again. At the same time, I heard my online friend's voice on the phone saying to her, "Don't tremble! I can't lift you like this. Don't put your hands on the ground, be careful not to bump your head!" My wife was trembling and reaching for the ground with both hands. It seemed my friend was trying to make her feel weightless; her body was now completely under his control. Then I saw him swaying my wife towards a large rock by the roadside. I looked at the rock; it was large but not very high. I heard my friend say on the phone, "Hold onto this rock first, steady yourself." To my surprise, my wife obediently leaned towards the rock. Then, I saw my online friend take out the remote and press a button. I heard my wife let out a soft "uh..." and was about to fall onto the large rock. Only then did I realize that my friend had only set the remote to level 3, so that my wife, who was still somewhat conscious, could be swayed to the rock and secured. Then, he switched to level 4, completely paralyzing her and leaving her at his mercy. My friend held her from the middle, her front almost touching the ground, forming a near 70-degree angle. I heard my wife's incoherent moans coming from the other end of the phone: "Ah~ no~ I~ uh, I don't know~ ah..." I understood; my friend had probably switched the remote back to level 4. Hearing my wife's moans on the other end of the phone, my penis involuntarily hardened again. I glanced at the online friend again. He was holding my wife tightly around the waist, swinging her body like a pendulum, and pressing his genitals against her trembling buttocks, making it impossible for her to resist leaning forward. Excited, I stared at my wife, her arms bent over the rocks, her legs in black stockings pressed together unnaturally, her buttocks swaying lewdly towards him. Then I heard him tentatively ask, "Beautiful lady, how are you feeling?" My wife, ravaged by the dance of butterflies, had lost consciousness, only panting softly. He understood she was completely disoriented, so he asked a couple more questions and tried to release her. But as soon as he let go, she involuntarily tried to squat down. He had to lift her up, but she would try to squat down again. This repeated a couple of times until he got annoyed. Suddenly, he thrust his genitals hard into his wife's anus, muttering under his breath, "You better get on your feet!" This thrust was even harder than the previous kick! His wife felt as if she'd been electrocuted; she didn't even make a sound, only taking a deep breath through her nose, her black-stockinged legs immediately stiffening. Then, taking advantage of his wife's dazed state, the netizen swiftly and forcefully spread her legs apart, widening them to an obtuse angle, fixing her body firmly to the rock like a cannon pod.Watching my wife stand there frozen, as if under a spell cast by the online friend, I felt a surge of madness. I had fantasized many times about having sex with her in the wild, but she was proud and upright by nature, always rejecting me. Now, she probably never imagined that her pure and innocent self would be so easily taken advantage of in the open. My wife, you have no idea that this was all part of my plan with someone else. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, anticipating what the online friend would do next. I saw the online friend shake my wife's body, confirming she was securely restrained, before slowly releasing her hands. Then, on the other end of the phone, the online friend pretended to be concerned and said to my wife, "Beautiful lady! Tell me the truth, are you sick? Do you have any medicine in your bag? Let me check." "Huh? Okay?" he said, pretending to casually rummage through my wife's bag before adding, "No medicine? What are we going to do? You do this! Hold on here for a bit, I'll go find someone to help." After speaking, the netizen took a few steps back. Unexpectedly, my wife's voice came from the other end of the phone, "No..." Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel moved. I understood what my wife meant; she didn't want more people to see her in this embarrassing state. My wife is a girl with extremely strong self-esteem, but today her self-esteem had been repeatedly crushed by this wicked netizen. My wife was now completely ravaged, yet she still refused the netizen with that last bit of self-respect. But then the netizen said, "Don't worry, I won't abandon you! I'll come back immediately if I see no one nearby. Just give me one minute." Saying this, the netizen took a few more steps back behind my wife, looked up at me, and then picked up his phone, saying, "Your wife's self-control is truly impressive; she's still conscious." Looking at my wife's figure, which resembled a cannonball, I was instantly aroused. Excitedly, I stammered to the netizen, "So, next, how...how do you want to play?" The netizen chuckled lewdly and said, "Hehe, don't rush, let me show you a good show first." Curious, I asked, "What is it?" The netizen chuckled, "Have you ever played with remote-controlled race cars or airplanes?" Hearing this, I was so excited I didn't dare think further. Then, the netizen picked up the remote and grinned at me, saying, "Hehehe~ Let me show you how I remotely control your wife!!" I saw the netizen hold the remote and press a button on my wife's protruding, plump buttocks, saying, "Let you relax a bit, level 2." My wife's previously stiff, silk-stockinged legs slowly relaxed, her previously trembling buttocks began to sway up and down, and her bare, black-stockinged foot slowly lowered. But before that sexy black-stockinged heel could even touch the ground, the wicked netizen pressed the remote again, saying, "Level 3! Go!" My wife's body, which had already relaxed, suddenly tensed up again! The poor little black-stockinged heel was forced to lift up again with the intense vibrations of the butterfly. "Hehe~ Level 1," the smirking netizen pressed the remote to level 1 again. The sudden, unforced movement caused his wife's knees to buckle. Just as she was about to squat down, the netizen pressed the remote harder, laughing, "Haha~ Want to squat down and rest? Not so easy, level 3! Get up!" This time, the netizen's sudden shift to level 3 caused his wife's stockinged legs to tremble and lift her buttocks back up. At this point, the sudden, maximum force had left her feeling like she'd had a seizure. Her body, probably exhausted, collapsed onto the large rock. Her two black legs returned to their obtuse angle, stiff and trembling slightly, almost entirely supported by the tip of her bare, black-stockinged foot, yet her large buttocks continued to writhe. The netizen looked at his wife's writhing buttocks, picked up the phone, and said to me, "Look, your wife's sexy ass is calling me. I'm going to go and fuck her hard!" I was so excited I reached my peak, but then I suddenly remembered my wife was ovulating, so I asked my online friend, "Did you...did you use a condom?" He paused, then said, "I never use condoms with women, what's wrong?" I said, "She's in her fertile period today, could you please not ejaculate inside her?" Unexpectedly, he replied, "Fuck!"
"Are you an idiot? How can you get satisfaction if you don't cum inside her? Your wife's got her 'sex' ready, I'm going to go and give her a good pounding right now!!" With that, the netizen excitedly unzipped his pants, revealing a huge, erect penis that sprang out like a tiger unleashed from its cage! I carefully examined the netizen's ridiculously large penis through binoculars, then touched my own, and suddenly realized that my own penis was shrinking back in fear. The difference was too great, and another wave of shame rushed to my head. Watching the netizen, his face full of lewdness, slowly walk towards my wife's plump buttocks with his huge, erect penis, I quickly pleaded with him, "Brother! What if she gets pregnant?" But the netizen scoffed, "If she's pregnant with my child, just give birth to it for me. You two are getting married anyway, isn't it good to give your son for free?" "You like being cuckolded, huh? I'll make you wear this cuckold for life, hahaha~" Hearing this from the netizen, I was completely defeated. I could only plead with him, saying I'd let him fuck me next time I had a better plan, as today was truly her fertile period. The netizen had already walked behind my wife, his huge cock erect and aimed at her buttocks. He whispered to me, "Okay," then said to my wife, "Beautiful lady, I searched for ages and there wasn't anyone around. I was worried you'd be in danger alone here, so I rushed over. How are you feeling now?" As he spoke, he subtly pressed his penis against my wife's plump buttocks. My wife, completely absorbed in the powerful butterfly-like vibrations, didn't even realize the netizen's large penis was pressed against her buttocks. She only said softly, "It's okay~ I'll rest for a bit~ uh~ I'll be fine in a while~ You can go now
~." Then the netizen pretended to say, "How can I? You're a weak woman, and you're already this sick. If I abandon you, am I even a man?" Although the netizen said this, he secretly lifted his wife's tight-fitting short skirt from behind, revealing her shapely, swaying black buttocks. Staring at the trembling buttocks, he said, "Beautiful lady, are you having epilepsy? Why have you been shaking ever since I met you?
I heard that for epilepsy, you have to hold the patient down to stop the shaking. Let me help you." He then grabbed his wife's slender waist with one hand and began teasing her buttocks with the other. His wife was currently experiencing an orgasm and didn't care about what was happening behind her. With the netizen's teasing, her contorted body trembled even more violently. Seeing this, the netizen deliberately said, "You're shaking so badly, I can't hold you down anymore. I have to try a different position. Don't move, don't move! How about this? How about this?" As he spoke, the netizen demonstrated, placing both hands on his wife's waist and thrusting his large penis against her black-stockinged buttocks, a position resembling an old man pushing a cart. I couldn't feel anything anymore, only hearing my wife's near-hysterical moans on the other end of the phone, followed by the shameful sounds of flesh colliding. I then saw the netizen's hands slowly move from my wife's waist to her plump buttocks, gripping them tightly while saying, "Beautiful lady, just hang in there a little longer, I think it'll be over soon. Oh dear, you're sweating so much, your clothes are soaked, let me wipe you clean." As he spoke, he spread my wife's buttocks apart with both hands, then inserted his engorged, purplish penis between her thighs, as if preparing for anal sex, saying to my wife, "You're really sweating a lot, let me wipe you clean so you don't catch a cold from the wind." My wife, probably dazed from the intense stimulation of his penis, just nodded at everything he said. Seeing his wife completely entranced, the netizen became bolder and more direct, kneading her silk-clad buttocks and engaging in anal sex. His large penis deeply penetrated between her silk-clad buttocks, stroking up and down. Her buttocks, already wet with her juices, were naturally slippery and wet. His hands weren't idle either, sometimes caressing her buttocks, sometimes reaching towards her thighs. Then, he turned his face towards me, deliberately making a very enjoyable expression. Watching him enjoy my wife's smooth, plump buttocks, I couldn't help but feel jealous. My wife usually dresses formally and rarely wears stockings, especially black ones. Every time I wanted her to wear stockings during sex, she would deliberately refuse. And now, my wife, do you know you're being anally sexed by a stranger? Just then, the netizen's breathing became rapid. Looking over, he saw the netizen's movements were very intense, his waist thrusting rapidly against his wife's silk-clad buttocks. His large penis, deeply embedded between her plump buttocks, was engorged and throbbing with veins. Suddenly, the netizen thrust forward forcefully, twisting his wife's silk-clad buttocks and causing them to tremble a few times. His penis, reaching its limit, ejaculated thick streams of semen onto his wife's silk-clad buttocks. The netizen then let out a deep breath, smearing the semen evenly on his wife's buttocks with his penis. He then picked up the remote control, pressed a button, and watched as his wife's body slowly slumped onto the large rock. The netizen shook his wife and said, "Are you alright, beautiful? Still feeling unwell? I see you're not trembling as much anymore, beautiful, beautiful?" The netizen, while talking, glanced at my wife's face, then picked up the phone with a lewd grin and said to me, "Heh~ heh~ heh~ your wife rolled her eyes. I didn't expect that could
exhaust . Looks like your wife is pretty horny! We still need to explore her further." It was then that I realized my wife had reached her limit during a prolonged orgasm, her nerves completely broken, and she had finally been brought to spasms by the netizen. Looking at my poor wife, I felt a pang of heartache and picked up the phone to ask the netizen, "How's my wife? Is she alright?" The netizen replied, "She's fine~ your wife is resilient, she won't break." I looked at my wife with concern and said, "I don't see her getting up. Why hasn't she moved for so long? Has she fainted?" The netizen calmly said, "Don't worry, she's just exhausted from prolonged exertion. She's not exactly unconscious, she's just passed out." I thought to myself, "What the hell is the difference?" and asked again, "So what do we do now?" The netizen said, "Let's find a place for her to rest. You come down from the hill first and follow us. We're going to Songyuan now." He then pulled his wife up and carried her on his back, heading towards the main road. Seeing the netizen carry his wife off the small path and onto the main road, I hurried down the hill myself. On the main road, I saw the netizen carrying his wife and followed them a short distance behind. But soon I realized why the netizen wanted me to follow him. It turned out he wanted me to see him playing with my wife up close again. The netizen bounced his wife on his back, confirming she was still unconscious, then stretched his arms back, using his hands to support her buttocks, spreading his ten fingers to firmly cup her plump buttocks. Following behind, I stared intently as the netizen's ten fingers grabbed and played with my wife's buttocks, a surge of lust rising within me, and my penis quietly began to rise again. Just then, a group of students who had just finished playing ball appeared not far ahead. The netizen immediately lifted his wife's short skirt, his hands slowly moving from her buttocks to the back of her buttocks, holding her two black-stockinged feet and playing with them as he walked towards the students. When he got close to the group, he bounced his wife on his back, deliberately making her exposed black-stockinged buttocks stick out, and then deliberately slowed his pace. The students in front of him turned their heads, staring in disbelief at his wife's exposed black-stockinged buttocks. A few bolder students quickly took out their phones and secretly snapped a few pictures of his wife's buttocks. I walked over and listened to the students talking about his wife. "Hey, look at that woman's butt, it's so nice! Why does it look a little wet?" "Hehe, that's because it's been fucked!"
"Yeah! Those two must have just gone out for some wild sex. Look at this slut, isn't she a prostitute? Haha! Even if she's not a prostitute, this bitch must be a public bus, she's had plenty of men fuck her, yeah! Exactly! Damn! I really want to go over and fuck her hard! Hehe, then you go~ Hey? Why aren't you going? Haha, if I went, you guys wouldn't have a chance~ Hey, did you take a picture? I did! I did! Huh? Why does it look like there's something stuck in her ass? Hmm? Wow! Is it a vibrator? Idiot! It must be an anal plug! Haha, what a slut! I'll post this bitch's picture online when I get back! Yeah, yeah! Hahahaha~ Listening to these students shamelessly discussing their wives, I felt both angry and aroused, my cock throbbing in my pants." Following the online friend, we soon arrived at Songyuan. He found a bench by the roadside and laid his wife down, letting her lie unconscious on it. He took off his coat and covered her with it, then picked up her purse and let her rest her head on it. He glanced at her sexy high heels and played with them for a moment. He looked back at me and pointed to the convenience store next door, gesturing for me to go there. Once there, he lit a cigarette and leisurely commented on my wife, "Your wife is really something! Big and bouncy butt, it's a pity you really don't know how to develop it." I said, "Yeah, otherwise why would I ask you for help?" He said, "Haha~ Let's not be polite, you know? Based on what I felt today, I dare say your wife is actually a complete slut! Not only physically, but also mentally!" Hearing this, I said skeptically, "Really?" I've known her for so many years, I know her well. She's usually very well-behaved and upright. Her behavior today was just a special breakthrough. I don't really believe she's mentally promiscuous. After hearing this, the netizen gave me a disdainful look and said, "Sigh... young man, you're still too green. You haven't met enough women. I've seen all kinds of women. Women come in all shapes and sizes, but remember this! Every woman has a promiscuous side; it just depends on whether the man has the ability to tap into it. It's just that it's a bit difficult to cultivate a woman like your wife." I was still skeptical and said, "I know what you're saying, but changing someone is easier said than done. How could a woman like my wife be successfully cultivated? We don't know how to brainwash people." Seeing my continued disbelief, the netizen added, "Cultivating a woman, in a sense, is a form of brainwashing. It requires skill and ability." I then asked the netizen, "So, according to you, you're trying to seduce my wife?"
The netizen looked at me for a moment and said, "Originally, I just wanted to play around casually, but now I feel your wife is truly exceptional. It's such a waste not to explore such a slut. Besides, your wife is extremely proud and upright. Exploring a woman like that is a truly challenging and exciting experience!" After seeing the netizen's passionate words, I said to him, "So, can't we still sneak around and have sex in the future?" The netizen said, "Sneak around! I didn't say we wouldn't sneak around, did I? Seducing and sneaking around can go hand in hand. The fun of sneaking around is quite interesting...hehe." Seeing the netizen's confident words, I thought to myself, "This guy's got quite the big mouth. He thinks he can just seduce a woman like my wife?" The netizen seemed to see that I still didn't believe him, so he continued, "If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate it for you right here and now." I said, "Okay, I'd really like to see how you seduce my wife." Seeing my skepticism, the online friend said nothing, just smiled and went into the convenience store. A moment later, he came out and told me, "Call my phone, and you'll see how I woo your wife." He then walked towards my wife. Watching his confident figure, I couldn't help but feel worried. After dialing the number, I hid nearby and watched. I saw him reach the bench, and seeing my wife was still asleep, he picked up the phone and deliberately raised his voice. My wife, lying on the bench, slowly woke up from the noise. She rubbed her eyes, stared blankly for a moment, and then realized she was lying on a bench, wearing a men's jacket. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings and noticing my friend on the phone, she suddenly paused, as if realizing something. My wife suddenly sat up, quickly brushed her long hair aside, and then patted herself down, finding herself completely soaked. She reached her hand between her legs, which were covered by her coat, then quickly pulled it out, rubbing and examining it with her fingers. Suddenly, she seemed to notice something, and her face flushed crimson. The netizen, seeing his wife was awake, put down the phone and came over, gently asking, "You're awake? Are you feeling better now?" My wife turned her blushing face and asked, "Where am I? How did I get here?" Just then, a middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere, saw my wife, and exclaimed, "Oh my! This girl's awake? Is she alright? Oh my, you know how dangerous that was!" At this point, not only was my wife stunned, but I was also dumbfounded. "Who is this?" Curious, I continued to look at the woman and said, "Oh dear, thank goodness for this young man, carrying you such a long way! What if something had happened to you?" At this moment, I saw my wife staring blankly at the older woman and reply, "...Huh?" Then I heard the older woman say, "What 'huh'? What? You don't know? You had an epileptic seizure just now! This young man saved your life! He carried you for so long—I saw it all, what a good person! Hehe. Eh? You two are a couple, right?" After hearing this older woman's rambling, I couldn't help but get angry. What the hell is all this nonsense? Who the hell are you? You say my wife had an epileptic seizure? You're the one with epilepsy! Where did this crazy old woman come from? Then the netizen took the initiative to say, "Auntie, didn't I just tell you? I'm not her husband, I'm her friend." Then the older woman said, "Oh~ you two are friends? Hey~ I thought you two were dating. Okay, okay, it's good that the girl is okay. You have to take good care of yourself in the future!" After saying that, the older woman turned to leave. To my surprise, my naive wife seemed to understand something after what the older woman said. She thanked me several times and looked at the online friend with gratitude in her eyes. The older woman, walking towards the convenience store, muttered to my wife, "Sigh~ I've been in this park for so many years, what haven't I seen? Just recently, a young man committed suicide here. Young people these days, they should know how to cherish what they have!" Then she went into the convenience store. At that moment, I secretly peeked inside and it dawned on me: this was a shill hired by the online friend! The older woman was the store owner; the online friend must have bribed her when he went in, and the two of them had deliberately staged this charade to deceive my wife. How could my naive wife see through this? I quickly looked towards my wife again, and heard her blushing as she said to the online friend, "Um, I'm sorry, thank you for earlier." Then I saw the online friend pretending to be extremely calm and say, "Hey~ don't talk nonsense, that auntie. She just happened to see me carrying you and running here. But she did scare me on the path. I didn't know what was wrong with you. There was no one there, and you were shaking so badly that I was afraid you were in danger. So I took it upon myself to carry you and find the clinic in the park. But when we got here, you stopped shaking. We happened to run into this auntie, and after I explained the situation to her, she suggested that I put you down to rest and see how things went. What? You don't remember anything at all?" Hearing the online friend's explanation, my wife frowned and rubbed her head, saying, "Oh, I see. I only remember falling to the side and landing on the ground. I can't remember anything else." The netizen, watching his bewildered wife struggling to recall what had just happened, slowly curled his lewd lips into a smile. He then deliberately said, "Your phone's on silent, isn't it? Your husband probably just called. I heard it vibrating the whole time I was carrying you on my back; it was probably him." Hearing this, the wife's expression turned extremely embarrassed, her face flushing crimson. She quickly covered her lower body with her hands, remaining silent for a long time. Seeing her embarrassment, the netizen changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, didn't you want to go to the bathroom? It's right here." The wife glanced at the bathroom, immediately got up, grabbed her bag, and headed towards it. Seeing her about to go, the netizen said, "Wait a minute," and took a towel from his bag, saying, "I know you've been sweating a lot, you might need to freshen up. This is one I just bought; take it. There's hot water in the bathroom, you can use it to freshen up for now." He handed the towel to his wife, who blushed as she took it, whispered a thank you, and went into the bathroom. The netizen, looking at me with a smug expression, picked up his phone and leered, saying, "Hehe, your wife went into the bathroom to remove the 'butterfly' from her cunt. I bet her cunt fluid stuck it all up, hahaha." I said, "You can't play like that! You're even using a shill!" But the netizen replied, "You don't know anything. This is called strategy." I asked, "What about later? When can I show up?" The netizen said, "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." Then he went into the convenience store, smiled, thanked the woman inside, exchanged a few words, and came out with a hot drink. Not long after, I saw my wife emerge from the restroom. She looked exhausted, her dress was wrinkled after some adjusting, and her black stockings were off, revealing a pair of alluring, fair legs. She slipped on her heels, her bare feet lightly touching her slightly disheveled hair, and walked over. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the garden, causing my wife to shiver. Seeing her legs trembling in the wind, my online friend grabbed a coat and went to her, saying, "Put this on, you'll catch a cold." My wife, maintaining her composure, said, "It's okay, I'm much better now." But my friend insisted, "Put it on, put it on! What if you catch a cold or fever when you get home? Then all my efforts today will have been for nothing!" He then personally draped the coat over her shoulders. At that moment, I thought to myself, "You really didn't work for nothing today!" Then, the netizen handed his wife a hot drink with both hands, saying, "You've used up a lot of energy. Here's some hot orange juice. Drink some to replenish your energy, so you don't feel unwell again later." Seeing this feigned sincerity, his wife was actually touched. She took the hot drink, said thank you shyly, and the two sat down to chat. At this moment, I couldn't help but admire the netizen's incredible acting skills! His wife, who usually had a haughty attitude and never looked down on the men who showed interest in her, was now so readily accepted by the netizen's flattery. Then the netizen said, "You rest here for a bit; your husband will probably be here soon." His wife asked curiously, "How did you know?" The netizen added, "I just called the park's customer service to call for help. Your husband should be here soon after the announcement. Oh, by the way, I'm so sorry. When you had your episode on the path, I was rushing to find your medicine and accidentally found your ID in your bag, so I know your name. Um... I'm so sorry." Seeing the netizen's thoughtfulness, the wife's gratitude deepened. She immediately said, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, you've gone to so much trouble." The netizen replied that it was alright and then chatted with the wife, saying, "You have such a serious illness, didn't your husband know? Why did he leave you there alone?" The wife remained silent, looking extremely embarrassed. Seeing her hesitation, the netizen didn't press further. He picked up his DSLR camera, fiddled with it repeatedly, and then muttered to himself, "Oh, it's broken." The wife, hearing this, asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is the camera broken?" The netizen looked at his wife and said, "It's nothing, you probably bumped it when I helped you. It's okay, I'll fix it when I get back." At that moment, I understood perfectly what the netizen meant and continued watching. My wife immediately adopted a guilty expression and said, "Sigh...""Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect to cause you so much trouble. Is it badly damaged? How much did this camera cost?" The netizen said, "Oh, it's nothing, just a minor issue. I'll get it fixed when I get back. Don't worry." But the kind-hearted wife, who never wanted to be indebted, insisted, "How can I? This is my responsibility, I have to take charge. What's your phone number?" Then the netizen deliberately said, "Oh, don't worry about such a small thing. We're practically destined to meet today, why would I need your phone number?"
"Don't worry about it." But the more the netizen said this, the more guilty his wife felt, so she eagerly picked up her phone and said, "I'll call you." Just then, I heard my wife about to call her netizen, so I prepared to hang up. But unexpectedly, I heard the netizen say on the other end, "Oh dear, I can't help you. Don't bother calling. Just say it, I'll remember it." My wife tilted her head and asked, "Do you have a pen?" The netizen said, "Go ahead, I can remember it without a pen." My wife looked at him, said her phone number, and asked again, "Did you remember it?" The netizen said he remembered it. My wife said again, "Then say it again so I can hear it." At this moment, I heard the netizen quickly read my wife's phone number backwards. My wife was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Hehe, you remembered it backwards!" Then, the netizen humorously read the phone number forwards and then backwards, repeating it several times as if it were a tongue twister. This made my wife laugh happily and say, "Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such a good memory!" Then, the netizen, feigning a smug expression, said, "Hmm~ I even remember what the midwife looked like when I was born!" This made my wife laugh again. Just like that, the shameless netizen lightened the previously awkward atmosphere. Watching this scene from the shadows, I couldn't help but give the netizen a thumbs up. This guy is really something; how did he get my wife to give him her phone? Remembering how my wife had willingly bent over for the netizen to play with on the path earlier, my penis immediately swelled up again. Just then, I heard a missing person poster echoing in the park, realizing it was time for me to show myself. After waiting a while, I got up and walked towards them. When I deliberately appeared in front of my wife looking very anxious, I found that my wife, who had been amused by the netizen, only glanced at me before her face darkened and she lowered her head to look at her phone. I said in feigned anxiety, "Oh my goodness, I've been looking for you for ages! What are you doing running off to?" Seeing that my wife didn't look up at me, I nervously glanced at the online friend next to me, hoping he could put in a good word for me. Unexpectedly, the online friend stood up and politely said to me, "Oh, you're her boyfriend, right? We saw your girlfriend was sick earlier, so a few people from the park and I helped her get here. Your phone was dead, and we couldn't reach you, so we had to ask the park to broadcast a missing person notice. Okay, now that you two have met, I'm relieved. You two stay here, I'll be going now." The online friend turned to leave, but before I could say anything, my wife said to the online friend, "Hey, wait a minute." She then got up, took off her coat, and handed it to the online friend in front of me. Then she turned to me and said, "Aren't you going to thank him?" I stared blankly at my aggrieved wife, then glanced at my smug online friend. In my mind, I thought, "You were just ravaged like that by him, turned into a sex toy, played with your ass, and then he ejaculated all over your ass, and now you expect me to thank him???" Seeing my friend's expression, as if he were ready to accept my apology at any moment, my expression became extremely ugly. I felt both angry and bitter, and I hissed, "Thank you." But my friend replied sarcastically, "Oh!
Don't mention it~ It's nothing, it's nothing! Hehehe!" He gave me a lewd grin as he spoke. Back home, I felt heavy-hearted. My behavior today had completely disappointed my wife. Wasn't this just reaping what I sowed? Just as I was reflecting on this, my friend sent me a message. I glanced at it; it read, "This is your wife's phone number. You know, I didn't ask her for it; she gave it to me willingly. Hehe, doesn't your wife's phone number look like her underwear?" I can fuck her with just a flick of my wrist!
Hahaha~ After seeing that lewd message from a netizen, my shameless cock instantly got hard again. I picked up my phone and started discussing our next lewd plan with the netizen… [Last edited by a198231189] a198231189: +9 gold coins for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered! Moderator, please help with the ranking, the red envelope will be halved…

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