My benefactor slept with my wife (with pictures)

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My Benefactor Slept with My Wife
( 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter 1)
Although 　　two years have passed, even now, seeing my wife's gentle femininity still brings a pang of indescribable sorrow. My wife and I both graduated
from　　　the Computer Science Department of Harbin Institute of Technology, though she was my junior, two years after me.　　　We met at a dance. My wife was tall and fair-skinned, like most girls in Harbin—very tall and slender when young, with great figures. While not exactly a celestial beauty, she was very slender and possessed a uniquely feminine gentleness. 　　After graduating, I stayed in Harbin because of my wife, not planning to return to Wenzhou, Zhejiang, though I often missed my hometown. We got married the year after my wife graduated. I worked in a municipal government office, and my wife was assigned to the Exit-Entry Administration Department of the Public Security Bureau. 　　Four years after my marriage, I met the deputy director of a bureau in my hometown of Wenzhou at a national conference. I called him Director Zhang. Meeting a fellow townsman far from home felt genuinely heartwarming. During our casual conversation, Director Zhang learned how much I missed my hometown and offered to help me find a job in Wenzhou. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but I was touched to have met such a kind person, so I invited him home. My wife cooked, and we had a good meal together. When he was a little tipsy, he said my wife was beautiful, and that girls from the North were wonderful! 　　Perhaps it was fate, but within the next six months, he helped me find a job in Wenzhou—in Director Zhang's bureau. My wife also went to work in the public security system, this time at the border defense bureau. For those of us who were transferred back from other places, this was considered a very good job. 　　After my wife and I returned to Wenzhou to work, I learned that Director Zhang had just turned fifty and hadn't remarried since his wife passed away. And so, more than three years passed by unnoticed. Over the years, Director Zhang rose from deputy director to director. Thanks to his patronage, as a talent recruit, I quickly became a division-level cadre in my unit. My wife, with the help of Director Zhang's friends, also became a key employee in the border defense bureau. Since she already worked in a similar field, during the three years I returned to Wenzhou, she also became a cadre responsible for a specific area in her unit. 　　Our harmonious life gradually changed because of one incident. It started like this: It was a summer evening, a weekend, near the end of the workday. I went to Director Zhang to report on my work. After we finished, I invited him to my home for dinner. Because I was usually busy with work, and had moved to a new house with his help, I hadn't had the chance to invite him to dinner before. Director Zhang readily agreed. Knowing I had plenty of food at home, and that drinking with Director Zhang usually didn't involve much food, I bought some vegetables on the way home and went with him. 　　When Director Zhang and I got home, my wife was already there. Since it was summer, she was only wearing panties and a tank top, no bra. When she opened the door, Director Zhang was stunned. For a moment, we were all a little embarrassed. After a while, my wife scolded me for not saying hello, then turned and went into the inner room. I saw Director Zhang still staring at my wife's slender back, lost in thought. At my call, he finally snapped out of it and slowly followed me into the living room. 　　When my wife came out of the inner room again, she was dressed, her face flushed, and she didn't dare look at Director Zhang. I felt the same way about him. It took a while for everyone to relax. My wife pinched me lightly in the kitchen, asking why I hadn't said hello. I joked, "Anyway, Director Zhang is an experienced man, a little exposure won't hurt..." 　　Soon, the seafood dishes were ready, and the three of us sat down to eat and chat. Director Zhang said there might be some personnel changes in the bureau soon. He would be transferred to another bureau as a leader, and after he left, only one person would be promoted from his department to be the assistant director. He had already recommended me to the bureau and the municipal organization department. 　　My wife and I were very excited when we heard this. We had achieved so much in just a few years in Wenzhou, all thanks to Director Zhang's help. So my wife and I went back and forth toasting each other. After a while, Director Zhang seemed a little drunk, and his body kept leaning towards my wife unconsciously. 　　At the time, I thought Director Zhang had just had too much to drink and didn't pay much attention to what he was doing, especially since I was also drunk. But I noticed that my wife sitting next to Director Zhang seemed a little uneasy, but I didn't think much of it. At this moment, my wife asked me to go to the kitchen to get some water for Director Zhang. As soon as I entered the kitchen, my wife followed me in, saying that Director Zhang must have had too much to drink today because he touched her. 　　I thought, "No way," because we had known our leader for three years, and he had never done anything impolite. I told my wife, "He must have had too much to drink. It'll be fine if we take care of him." 　　After I said that, I noticed my wife's face was very red. Seeing how drunk I was, she didn't say anything more. When we sat down together again, I toasted Director Zhang. My wife kept giving me the cold shoulder, but I thought it was nothing, and I was filled with gratitude towards Director Zhang. 　　Then, I accidentally dropped my chopsticks. As I bent down to pick them up, I suddenly sobered up under the table. I saw Director Zhang's hand under the table, moving back and forth on my wife's thigh. My wife seemed to be resisting and squirming. She was trying her best to prevent him from reaching under her skirt. I was immediately shocked. How could Director Zhang do this? 　　In my agitation, I looked up very sharply, bumping the table. My movement made Director Zhang sober up a bit, and he removed his hand from my wife's thigh. I saw my wife quickly get up and go to the bathroom. Because Director Zhang　　　had done such a great favor for our family while drunk, although I felt uncomfortable, I didn't think much of it. So, we drank for a while longer, and then I escorted Director Zhang downstairs. 　　Once downstairs, Director Zhang seemed much more sober and asked me, "I drank too much today. Did I lose my composure?" 　　Of course, I said, "No! No!" 　　Director Zhang didn't seem to want me to take him home; instead, he dragged me to a very upscale coffee shop, saying he wanted to chat and sober up. 　　After we sat down, Director Zhang treated me like a friend and began to speak about things he had kept hidden for a long time. He said the reason he hadn't remarried all these years was because he hadn't met a woman as good as my wife. He said my wife was truly beautiful in his eyes, and that he had already spoken to his classmates in the Public Security Bureau, planning to transfer her to the bureau for focused training after a while. 　　I didn't know what to say to Director Zhang at that moment. Facing someone I respected who had helped us so much, we could give him anything except our wife. But that's where the problem lay.　　　That night, seemingly drunk, he uttered many words of praise for my wife. 　　On my way home, I was completely sober. Despite the sweltering summer heat, I felt strangely cold. 　　When I got home, my wife asked me what was wrong with me, but I didn't say anything and went straight to bed. 　　Several days later, while we were lying in bed after making love, I told my wife, "Maybe our benefactor has taken a liking to you." 　　My wife was stunned for a moment, speechless, before finally managing to say, "No way!"

Time passed day by day, and Zhang Ju was rarely mentioned at home anymore. Even at work, I tried my best to avoid Zhang Ju's office, especially since he was leaving. The organization department, as Zhang Ju had instructed, conducted a comprehensive assessment of me, going to the grassroots level to understand my work and character.
Then one day, I received a call from Zhang Ju in my office, asking me to come over immediately.
As soon as I entered his office, he smiled and told me that I had passed the organization department's assessment and that the appointment letter would be issued in the next couple of days. Although I verbally expressed my gratitude as always, I felt no excitement whatsoever.
When I got home that evening, my wife saw my gloomy face and assumed I had encountered something unpleasant at work. It wasn't until that evening, when my wife and I were lying in bed, caressing her shapely breasts, that I slowly told her, "Director Zhang told me today that my appointment as assistant director has been approved."
My wife was delighted and said, "That means you're a bureau-level cadre now! We should find a way to properly thank Director Zhang for taking care of our family all these years!"
"How can we thank him? Director Zhang lacks nothing, and he's helped us so much before, yet we've never given him anything substantial." Actually, as I said this to my wife, a bad premonition swept over me, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly.
"What's wrong with you today? You're acting strange," my wife asked gently.
So I blurted out what I had kept buried in my heart for a long time: "Every time I see the way Director Zhang looks at you, isn't it obvious? He's just too embarrassed to say it. Especially that day at our house for dinner, touching your thigh in front of me—if it were anyone else, I would have killed him already!" My
wife was stunned by my words, removed her thigh from my stomach, and remained silent. The two of us lay in silence on the bed for a long time.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked my wife softly, my hand gently caressing her breasts.
"If that's really the case, either we go back to the Northeast, or... or I should just go see Director Zhang and see if he's really what we think he is. If we stay in Wenzhou and ruin our relationship with Director Zhang, it won't be good for us in the future. Besides, apart from that lately being a bit too much, he's really been good to us!" My wife finished speaking and looked at me.
"You mean, if Director Zhang really has feelings for you, you're going to sacrifice yourself?" I asked my wife uncomfortably.
"Then do you think there's a better way now? You know I'm not that kind of person, but it's never good to owe someone too much. If you can balance your feelings, I can go see him once. It's better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time, and you know how much I love you. But what if Director Zhang isn't what you think he is?" My wife said a lot more in one breath.
Northern women are so straightforward. After living in Wenzhou for a few years, she's started to treat favors like transactions.
This is probably related to the work my wife has always done. But this time, it was my beloved wife who was sacrificed. How could I bear it?
In my excitement, I roughly parted my wife's long, slender legs and thrust inside her. As if she knew my feelings, she tried her best to open her legs and cooperate with my frenzied thrusting. After a while, I ejaculated inside my wife, turned over, and went to sleep, ignoring her.

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A moment later, I occasionally heard my wife sobbing. I still ignored her; I was still angry and furious about what she had just said to me. However, I couldn't find a better solution. The debt I owed seemed to be weighing heavier and heavier on my shoulders.
And so, two more weeks passed peacefully. During these two weeks, Director Zhang was transferred to another bureau to take charge of the work, and my wife and I never talked about the topic of Director Zhang again. But I knew that my wife was a very individualistic northern woman, bold and decisive, and she had always made the decisions on major issues. Near the end of the workday on
the weekend, I received a call from my wife, saying that she would be home late that night and that I shouldn't wait for her. Because my wife has a lot of social engagements at work, and I'm also very busy with my assistant position, I often don't get home until late at night, and my wife isn't home yet. We're both used to Wenzhou's nightlife.
But this time, I waited particularly late, until midnight, and my wife still hadn't returned. I couldn't help but worry, so I called her cell phone. The phone rang for a while before she answered. It sounded like she was in a very quiet place, and she seemed a little anxious. I asked her, "What's wrong? Are you okay?" She said she was fine and told me to go to sleep, that she'd be back soon.
Since she said everything was alright, I felt reassured and went to sleep.
I don't know what time it was, but I was vaguely awakened by my wife getting into bed. I asked, "What time is it?" She said, "It's late, go to sleep!" Then she reached out from behind and gently touched my penis, saying, "It's still so hard even when you're asleep," before going back to sleep.
My wife had stroked and touched my penis twice, and I gradually found it hard to fall asleep. So I turned around and hugged her back, gently stroking her breast with one hand and her genitals with the other.
"Stop it, go to sleep!" my wife said softly, sounding somewhat reluctant.
But as soon as my hand touched her genitals, I could clearly feel how wet they were. So I said to her, "You said you didn't want to, but you're already wet down there!"
My wife ignored me.
Ignoring her protests, I pulled down her shorts and penetrated her. Since my wife was facing away from me, I felt it wasn't very effective to penetrate her alone, so I quickly pulled out.
But the whole process felt very strange to me because my wife had never done this before. Over the years of our marriage, my wife's genitals didn't get wet easily at the beginning, except when she was watching porn.
"You're not acting normally today, what's wrong?"
my wife still ignored me.
I glanced at the time; it was almost 1 a.m., so I asked again, "Is there a company event tonight?"
My wife shifted slightly but remained silent.
I was getting a little annoyed with her. Then, she got up, grabbed some tissues to wipe herself, glanced at me, and said, "You really want to know?"
I looked at her with a strange expression.
"If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but you can't get angry or interrupt me before I finish."
I remained silent.
My wife then lay back down beside me, leaning on my shoulder, and said, "You probably already guessed it, I'm with him."
"Who? Is it Director Zhang?" Actually, I'd had my suspicions about my wife since that conversation, but it still felt somewhat unbelievable.
My wife nodded, tacitly agreeing.
"This morning, as soon as I got to work, he called me, saying he was having lunch with our director and wanted me to join him." My wife glanced at me and continued.
"It was just the three of us having lunch today. Our director said he'd immediately promote me to deputy director of the Exit-Entry Administration Bureau, and that I should properly thank Director Zhang. I was sitting next to Director Zhang when he put his hand on my thigh under the table. By then, I knew perfectly well that he hadn't been drunk at our last meal; he'd been doing it on purpose.
Because I felt we owed him so much, even though I always treated him with the utmost respect as an elder, I felt awkward refusing his advances, so I let him touch my thigh. When our director offered a toast, Director Zhang only slightly removed his hand from my thigh."
My wife glanced at me and continued.
"Later, our Director Wang went outside to answer a phone call. At that moment, Director Zhang took advantage of my momentary lapse in attention..." He gently kissed my cheek. I immediately tried to push him away, but his other arm was around my waist, preventing me from escaping, so he kissed me again.
At that moment, I worried that Director Wang would come in and see, so I said to him, "Don't do this, Director Wang will see." Then, Director Zhang released me, casually straightened my clothes, and inadvertently stroked my chest several times. "
At this point, listening to my wife's story, I felt no anger at all, as if she were talking about something completely unrelated to me. Perhaps it was because, ever since I discovered Director Zhang's feelings for my wife, I had thought this day would happen sooner or later.
" "And then?" I asked.
The wife continued, "Then Director Wang came in. After lunch, I went back to my office, and my heart was pounding all afternoon; my face was burning.
Just before I called you this afternoon, Director Zhang called me and asked if I could chat with him that evening. He also said that if anything happened at home, he could call me and ask for leave for me. I thought, 'It's just going shopping with him, it won't be a problem,' so I called you."
"Did you go shopping with him?" I asked.
"Yes, we went shopping for clothes first. He... he bought me a piece too. Then he said we were going to eat, so I went with him to the Wenzhou Grand Hotel. During dinner, he toasted me a lot, and I said I was very grateful for his help and care for our family over the years. If it weren't for his care, we would still be stuck in Northeast China.
He didn't say anything, but towards the end of dinner, he seriously told me that he wanted me to stay with him in his hotel room. He said if I didn't want to, he wouldn't force me and would take me home immediately.
At the time, I didn't know he had his own suite in the hotel, and... and I still felt I owed him a lot, so I didn't think much of it and went up the elevator with him."
Although I felt jealous as my wife recounted the story, I can't deny that it was also a little exciting, and I felt my penis getting hard again.
"And then? Tell me, it's okay. No matter what you did, I know you did it for the family."
My wife stammered as I comforted her, "Then... I went into his room."
"You slept with him?"
"Yes."
"You didn't refuse?"
My wife glanced at me and said, "After we went inside, he didn't do anything to me. He was still standing on the balcony, chatting and looking at the night view. Later, he said he wanted some water, and I was standing alone on the balcony. Suddenly, I felt him standing behind me. Just as I was about to turn around, he gently hugged me from behind, and his hands seemed to unintentionally rest on my chest..."
"Go on, I won't be angry. I want to know every detail."
At this point, my wife turned her back to me somewhat embarrassed and continued, "After I felt him hug me, I gently said to him, 'Director Zhang, please... please don't do this. My husband will be sad if he finds out.'
Director Zhang hugged me for a long time without saying anything. Then he gently said, 'I really like you, and I don't want to hurt your husband, nor will I force you to do anything you don't want to do.' I was very touched after hearing that
. Then... then Director Zhang gently kissed my neck from behind." "Honey, please don't be angry. I was really touched at that moment. You know, over the years of our marriage, I've been a very dutiful woman," my wife explained.
Actually, I already knew perfectly well what they were doing, but a thrilling desire compelled me to keep asking.
"Go ahead, it's okay. What happened next?" I asked my wife.
"I tried to break free from Director Zhang's embrace, but I felt completely powerless, so I just let him hold me from behind while we looked at the night view.
Gradually, I noticed Director Zhang's breathing becoming more and more rapid, and he was holding me tighter and tighter. I... I could even feel his erection pressing against my buttocks. I felt a little uncomfortable, and I wanted to turn around and say to Director Zhang, 'Don't do this.'
But the moment I turned my head, Director Zhang kissed my lips and sucked hard. My mind went blank. It went on for a long time, and when I came to my senses, I felt Director Zhang's hands were already inside my clothes."
As she spoke, my wife bent over shyly. At that moment, I felt myself becoming extremely aroused. My wife must have sensed from her narration that my penis was already pressed between her thighs. I couldn't control myself any longer, pulled up her nightgown, and inserted my penis into her vagina again. Only then did I realize that, in her memory, she was already quite aroused.
After penetrating her, I pressed my hands against her breasts, thrusting violently a few times, then stopped and said to her, "Keep talking, I want to know everything that happened between you two."
My wife remained silent.
"Tell me! What is it?" I urged.
"The rest is what happened, I don't want to talk about it anymore." As
soon as she finished speaking, I thrust violently into her vagina again. When I felt I was about to ejaculate, I stopped and said to her, "Besides feeling uncomfortable, to be honest, I also found it very exciting, so I want to know. I won't blame you for what you did to him, it's already happened. I just want to know if my dear wife feels the same way when she's having sex with someone else."
After my repeated reassurances, my wife stretched her body, turned to face me, and began to speak again.
"Because I was prepared, I didn't change my clothes after work today and went to the office in my uniform. So when Director Zhang tried to unbutton my shirt, it wasn't so easy. If he reached up from below, it was too tight, and he felt uncomfortable too, and he was afraid that forcing me would offend me.
At that point, I thought that since things had already come to this, I would just let him do it. Doing so was a way of repaying him for the help he had given us over the years. So when he touched my breast, I said to him, 'It hurts!'
Just then, Director Zhang tried to pick me up and carry me inside. I calmed down and said to Director Zhang, 'Don't do this. I need to say a few words to you.'
Director Zhang was a little stunned after hearing this. So I continued, 'Director Zhang, my family is very grateful to you and respects you, but we don't know how to repay you. Do whatever you want to me today, but this is the first and last time.'"
After hearing my words, Director Zhang's eyes reddened. He said he truly loved me, otherwise he wouldn't have acted this way towards me; he couldn't control his emotions. He also said that he had never been interested in any of the many beautiful women in his workplace, and had lived alone all these years; I was the only girl he truly loved.
Hearing this, I felt moved to tears as well, and said to Director Zhang, "Let me do it." "
At this moment, my wife suddenly fell silent, and the house became so quiet that only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard.
After a long while, I asked in a low voice, 'And then?'
My wife sighed and continued, 'Between the living room and the balcony, I faced him, unbuttoned my uniform, and exposed my entire upper body except for my bra to him.'
My wife glanced at me and continued, 'After throwing my uniform on the floor, I went up to it and whispered to Director Zhang, "Do whatever you want!"'
At this moment, Director Zhang looked at me with red eyes and said, 'I really don't want to hurt you. Put your clothes back on...'" "Let's go!"
I was taken aback when Director Zhang said that to me, and we remained in this awkward silence for a long time. Just as I was hesitating whether to put on my clothes and leave immediately, or... Director Zhang suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me forcefully. At that moment, I felt completely weak and powerless. "
My wife glanced at me hesitantly, then continued, "This time, while kissing me, Director Zhang didn't hesitate to push open my bra and began to caress my breasts, and even kissed... kissed them, until I felt some pain and cried out, 'Gently, you're hurting me!' Only then did Director Zhang release me, pick me up again, and carry me into the room to put me on the bed."
My wife said softly, "Honey, I don't want to talk about what happened next, okay?"
I said, "I want to hear it."
My wife adjusted her position against me, squeezed my already hard penis, and said, "Okay."
"After he carried me to the bed, he immediately took off my bra and unbuttoned my pants, stripping me naked from head to toe. I covered my genitals with my hands and said to him somewhat embarrassedly, 'Can you turn off the light?' But he ignored me, pushed my hands away, buried his head between my legs, and started sucking on me."

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As he passively sucked on me, I felt lightheaded, my legs involuntarily stretching out straight. He kept spreading my thighs apart as he sucked, and with his head stuck in the middle, I couldn't close them. I really shouldn't be in this position, especially with my legs wide open in front of a stranger, but, husband, I couldn't help it.
After sucking for a while, Director Zhang used his fingers to spread my legs and licked my clitoris with his tongue. His licking made my whole body numb, I trembled uncontrollably, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing out. My breathing became rapid, my face burning hot. I no longer cared about the shame of being naked with my legs spread wide open, letting another man lick my private parts; instead, I felt a desire… a urge to…
During a break, he looked up and asked, "Is it comfortable?"
"Mmm," I mumbled in response. But actually, I'd already had an orgasm during his sucking, and he'd swallowed everything that came out. When he climbed on top of me and pressed me down to kiss me again, I said, "No! It stinks!"
But he said, "It's all your own, smell it and see if it stinks." He pinched my nose, and I turned my face away in embarrassment. "
Is it like this when you suck me?" I asked sourly.
My wife slapped my chest and said, "You don't use as much force as he does!"
By this time, my wife was completely relaxed, no longer tense or uneasy.
"And then?" I asked.
My wife grabbed my penis again and said, "Later, he climbed on top of me and wanted me to see his penis. I closed my eyes tightly, unwilling to look. He then used his legs to spread my already closed legs, trying to penetrate me. I said, 'Give me some tissues so I can wipe myself first.' Just as I was about to lift up, he sucked on my breasts hard. Look, he's sucked marks here." As
my wife spoke, she showed me one of her breasts, which had some dark purple bruises. I touched it tenderly and asked her, "Does it hurt?" My
wife hugged my head and said, "It doesn't hurt now."
I kissed the bruises on my wife's breast, and she continued,
"I don't know if he was nervous or hadn't had sex in a long time, but the more he rushed, the worse it got. His penis tried to penetrate me for a long time but couldn't, and it was hurting all around. I was too embarrassed to guide him in, so I had to try my best to spread my legs wide to accommodate him. Finally, he managed to penetrate me." (

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At this moment, my wife said excitedly, "His thing is so thick, it filled me up completely, I was worried it wouldn't be able to hold him!" After
resting for a while, she looked at my reaction, casually touched my penis again, and said, "You're something else, hearing your wife having sex with someone else, you actually got hard!"
Actually, my wife didn't understand men's psychology. Although she was very unwilling, the stimulation this feeling brought to her body was unprecedented. I nudged my wife to continue.
My wife then chuckled. I asked her what she was laughing at.
"Actually, Director Zhang is quite interesting. As soon as I felt that thick, full feeling when he penetrated me, I immediately felt him ejaculate inside me, in waves, ejaculating a lot."
My wife then buried her head in my chest shyly.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
The wife continued after a while, "Maybe it was because he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, he ejaculated as soon as he entered me. I didn't want him to ejaculate inside, but he was too fast, I didn't have time to react. After he finished, he lay on top of me without moving, but his penis was still inside me. I was worried that his stuff would make me pregnant, so I pushed him away and went to the bathroom.
He ejaculated so much stuff inside me, I used my fingers to scoop out a big clump, and even after showering, some was still leaking intermittently. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw him still naked, leaning against the bed. That's when I saw his thing under his belly, it was thick and big, and the glans was dark, not completely soft yet.
I felt a little embarrassed, it was the first time I'd been seen naked like that by a man other than you, so I quickly tried to put my clothes back on.
He said, 'You're so beautiful!' Just as I was about to get dressed, he came over and picked me up and put me on the bed again." He said I should lie down for a while before getting dressed, so I tried to pull the sheet over my body, but he wouldn't let me. He pressed me down and kissed my breasts. (

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Hearing my wife say this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I opened my wife's legs and inserted my penis into her body.
As I thrust, I asked my wife, "And then?"
My wife became aroused by my thrusting. I could feel the milky white, glistening fluid flowing from her vagina, trickling down her perineum to her buttocks. She moaned, "Oh...ah..." intoxicatingly, her full, beautiful buttocks involuntarily swaying in rhythm with my movements. Her delicate face glowed with the intoxicating light of sexual pleasure.
I couldn't resist placing my hand between my penis and her vaginal opening and anus, gently pinching her perineum. "Oh...oh..." her moans intensified, the fluid already soaking the sheets.
I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her again.
When I climbed off her, she was still basking in the excitement of our lovemaking.
"Did he play with you again afterward?" I asked.
My wife sighed and said, "I didn't expect him to get hard again right after he ejaculated, wanting to spread my legs and penetrate me again."
She glanced at me and continued, "Actually, I didn't want to have sex with him anymore. The initial excitement had faded considerably, so I gently said to him, 'Can I help you with my hand first?' He didn't answer, so I tried touching his penis with my hand. It was so hard, almost like yours."

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"What's his penis like?" I asked.
"Similar to yours, except his glans is much bigger, and the shaft is much thicker than yours," my wife said, squeezing my penis again.
"And so, with one hand he roughly kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipple tightly, while the fingers of his other hand moved in and out of my vagina. I was doing the same, stroking his penis. It was so thick that I felt I couldn't quite grasp it with one hand. I tried my best to make each stroke from top to bottom, exposing his glans as completely as possible, and I stimulated him back and forth at the ejaculation opening with my thumb. Sometimes, I deliberately spread his ejaculation opening wide, or dug my fingernail into it. I could feel it..." He felt extremely aroused and uncomfortable.
At that moment, I felt him push my head away; I knew he wanted me to kiss him there, but I refused. I told him, "You can do whatever you want with my genitals today, but I won't suck your thing."
He didn't force me. As I stroked him, I felt his body stiffen slightly. I knew he was about to ejaculate again, so I immediately increased the speed of my strokes and used my other hand to rub his testicles. Sure enough, his penis throbbed and ejaculated again in my hand, shooting quite far, some even getting on my face. I hadn't expected such a powerful man in his fifties. "
Did you have any more direct physical contact afterward?" I asked, still concerned.
"After he ejaculated on the sheets, he seemed a bit tired. My hands felt sore, and my lower body felt a bit hot. I wondered if he had broken the skin.
After resting for a while, I went to the bathroom to wash up and then prepared to go home.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was already sitting up, watching my every move. I told him to turn his back so he wouldn't see me getting dressed, but he still stared at me. I felt my face burning. What surprised me was that in just a short while, I saw his big thing get hard again. I was very surprised."
My wife then leaned closer to me. "Just as I finished putting on my bra and was looking for my underwear, my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know whether to answer it or not. While I was hesitating, he took my bag, found the phone, and handed it to me. At the same time, he hugged me from behind. I could feel his damn thing getting hard again, pressing against my butt." My
wife gave me a reproachful look and said, "It's always your calls!"
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I was about to leave when you called, but as I answered, he took the opportunity to push me back onto the sofa. I was on the phone with you, and I was so nervous that you would hear me if I resisted, so I let him spread my legs again.
He knelt down on the floor and started thrusting his thing inside me again. You were still rambling on the phone, but you know this time he really penetrated me completely. He held my buttocks with both hands, and his front was thrusting hard against me, and I couldn't make a sound."
At this moment, my wife squeezed my penis hard, and my penis was already hard again.
"No wonder your voice sounded strange on the phone," I muttered to myself.
"When I hung up the phone, to be honest, my lower body was completely under Director Zhang's control this time.
Since I was sitting, I could clearly see his thick, hard penis powerfully moving in and out of my vagina between my swaying legs that he had lifted up. I could even clearly see my tender vaginal opening turning in and out with the thrusting of Director Zhang's penis. Milky white, shiny vaginal fluid was flowing out of my vagina, running down my perineum to both sides of my buttocks, even wetting a large area of the sofa...

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He not only pulled out more than halfway and then inserted the whole thing until it was completely inside, but also bent down and took my hardened nipples into his mouth while he was fucking me, sucking and teasing them... I felt like I was flying, I hadn't felt like this in a long time."
"Mmm...mmm...it hurts...be gentle..." The tender skin at the entrance of my vagina was stretched taut by his large member, so smooth that even the wrinkles disappeared when it was pulled out from under his penis. I moaned and begged him to slow down, but he ignored my reaction and only cared about ravaging me.
At first, he tried to kiss me, but I kept refusing. But then he kissed me as I moaned and my lips were slightly parted. At first, I clenched my teeth to stop Zhang Ju's tongue from entering, but as his penis thrust in and out, I couldn't control myself anymore. I opened my mouth in a daze and actively welcomed his tongue in. Our tongues intertwined wildly, and at the same time, I couldn't help but hug Zhang Ju's naked body tightly... "
After a long time, my wife murmured, "When I orgasmed, he also ejaculated inside me. I felt lightheaded." Why should I ask him to pull out? Besides, it wasn't the first time he'd ejaculated inside me, so I relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure of my orgasm while receiving the impact of his semen.
His penis throbbed inside me for a while, ejaculating the last drop of semen before slowly sitting down and withdrawing from my body. I saw that the tender skin at the vaginal opening where his penis had been was gradually shrinking, but the part that had been pulled out of the opening still wouldn't retract immediately; my labia minora were turned inside out, red and extremely engorged, covered with his semen and my vaginal fluid.
His penis finally went soft after ejaculating, but the glans was still large, swollen and purplish-red. White semen kept flowing out of my vagina, and I felt weak all over, covered in sweat, unable to tell if it was mine or Director Zhang's.
"Thank you! Thank you so much, you've made me feel young again," Director Zhang said gently.
Later, with Director Zhang's help, I staggered into the bathroom for the third time. He wanted to follow me in, but I closed the door as soon as I went in. I cried in front of the mirror! Perhaps the sound was too loud, because I heard Director Zhang say a lot of things at the door, but I couldn't understand what he said.
After showering, I lowered my head and went to the sofa, quickly dressed, grabbed my bag, and went home.
I knew Director Zhang came after me, but I ignored him. I regretted everything I'd done that night, and I felt ashamed of my actions. "
At that moment, looking at my wife, her face flushed and still alluring, having just been with another man, an inexplicable urge surged within me. I moved her body around and forcefully thrust into her again. At that moment, I felt not making love, but rather a frenzied revenge, a merciless trampling of my wife, as if to reclaim what I had lost…
As the passionate thrusting intensified, a sensation of impending ejaculation reached my glans. I immediately stopped, leaving my hard penis inside her warm vagina, and then continued. Beneath me, my wife involuntarily parted her sensual lips, emitting stimulating moans under my renewed thrusts. Her legs, which I controlled with my hands, involuntarily rose, swaying up and down with each powerful thrust of my penis into her vagina…
That night, neither of us spoke again."
(Chapter Two)
The next morning, I woke up feeling incredibly tired. Getting out of bed, my feet felt like they were walking on cotton. My wife was still fast asleep. Looking at her beautiful face, a sharp pain welled up inside me. For the sake of our family, my wife had paid off a heavy debt of gratitude.
After a while, my wife woke up groggily. Seeing me watching her, she quickly covered her face with the blanket, embarrassed. It took a while before she finally revealed her beautiful eyes.
"Get up! We'll be late."
With my tugging, my wife sat up, revealing her two delicate breasts. I could vaguely see the purple marks left by Zhang Ju's passionate kisses the night before. It reminded me that my wife's vagina was now filled not only with my semen but also with something Zhang Ju had inserted.
While having breakfast, I asked my wife, "What are you going to do if Director Zhang wants to see you again?"
My wife looked up, puzzled, and stared at me for a long time. "A next time? Aren't we even?"
I felt a surge of satisfaction at my wife's unwavering answer. I couldn't help but lean down and kiss my beloved wife while caressing her breasts.
"I want it again now," I said to my wife.
"Hehe, now you know how to pamper your wife, right? To be honest, I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it all at once, but if I told you beforehand, I definitely wouldn't get your consent," my wife explained shyly.
Because of the tight schedule, I drove to work.
That evening, my wife returned home early and prepared a delicious meal. Her cooking skills had adapted well to local customs; her Wenzhou cuisine was now impeccable. Looking at my beautiful and mature wife, my appetite was immediately whetted. Knowing my needs that day, my wife and I went to bed early.
"Husband, you haven't treated me like this in so long. I feel like I've found that feeling again, like when we first got married," my wife murmured as my penis thrust in and out of her vagina. (

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Actually, I felt the same way, even though the pain in my heart lingered. I concentrated all my resentment on my penis, thrusting hard into my wife's body. Soon, we both reached a rare climax, drenched in sweat.
My wife and I lay flat, my hands caressing her exquisite breasts. Thinking that she had also been kissed and caressed by someone else yesterday, my penis became erect again. My wife knew what I was thinking, and while caressing my chest, she comforted me, saying, "I'm not a virgin anymore. Didn't I give you my first time? This was the only way, and besides, I didn't lose anything..."
Hearing my wife's murmured words, I excitedly told her, "There can't be a next time." At the same time, I thrust my penis into her body again. My wife spread her legs as wide as she could to make it easier for me to enter, while simultaneously swirling her tongue in my mouth.
Lying on top of her, I don't know what came to mind, but I suddenly asked her, "Is this old man's penis fun?"
She seemed momentarily stunned, then instantly understood: "Mmm, it's fun. The glans is so big, it feels so full when it's inside me, it's different from yours."
"Anything else?" I asked, thrusting in and out of her. A thrill and excitement I'd never felt before surged through me, a surge of pleasure coursing through my penis.
My wife, equally excited, continued, "It's different from yours. Yours can go deep inside me, caressing all my itchy spots, but his only makes my vagina feel full, he can't rub against me inside. Of course, it's more satisfying for your own husband~"
Her voice was wanton and suggestive as she arched her back to allow for deeper penetration. The bedroom filled with her moans of excitement.
When the second climax came, we both stretched out, and I ejaculated all my semen deep inside my wife's vagina. My wife remained motionless, enjoying the throbbing of my penis inside her. The sheets were covered with our love fluids and sweat.
When we both groggily came to our senses, it was already the next morning.
For nearly a week, my wife and I declined all social engagements, and every night, it was just sex. Director Zhang never contacted my wife again.
Until one Thursday noon, about two weeks later, I was resting in my office when I suddenly received a call from my wife. She told me that Director Zhang had just called, saying that he hadn't contacted her recently because he felt somewhat apologetic, and asked if I knew. My wife
told me on the phone that she hadn't told Director Zhang that I already knew. I admired my wife's ability to handle things; this way, I wouldn't feel that awkwardness when I saw Director Zhang again. Finally, my wife told me that Director Zhang wanted to invite her to dinner the following weekend. She said she might not have time and suggested I go with him.
Director Zhang hesitated for a long time on the phone, finally saying he would call my wife again the next day to confirm.
When my wife came home that evening, I immediately recounted the details of Director Zhang's call to her. By then, I was much calmer; on the contrary, I felt a strange sense of excitement. I asked my wife if she was going tomorrow. She said she had no intention of being alone with him anymore; she had already expressed her gratitude and repaid him as she should. She added that from now on, no one owed anyone anything.
That night, my wife and I were intimate in bed as usual. Afterward, I asked her, "Can you still recall the scene when you made love with Director Zhang?" My wife blushed and ignored me.
Frankly speaking, our sex life had been rather bland over the years. If it weren't for this unexpected stimulation from Director Zhang, our sex life would have been quite dull.
At that moment, I nudged my wife, who was lying naked in my arms, and while caressing her breasts, I told her how I felt. My wife looked up and saw that I was serious, and couldn't help but admit that she felt the same way.
I asked her, "If we disregard my feelings, would you be willing to experience this feeling again?"
My wife looked at me again and said, "Are you speaking from the heart?"
I said, "Of course, from the heart."
My wife said, "I would."
After hearing this, I felt incredibly disappointed. Deep down, I hoped she would say no. But since this incident, it had opened up a space in my heart I'd never explored before. How could I not want to experience that feeling again without any loss?
I held my gentle wife close and told her my feelings again.
She remained silent.
After a long while, she murmured, "Making love with an old man like that is something I've never imagined. Frankly, I don't think Director Zhang is a bad person, and he respects me a lot. Sometimes I wonder, how could a man as charming and elegant as him not have a woman by his side? Especially when it comes to that kind of thing, he's incredibly gentle with women when he needs to be, and when he needs to be forceful, he's just as good as any young man."
At this point, I interrupted, "Are you comparing him to me, a young man like
me?" When my wife realized she'd gone too far and tried to explain herself again, I kissed her tightly.
After a while, I said to my wife, "Actually, I know you're devoted to me, but sometimes the body needs more intense stimulation. This is completely different from feelings, especially after experiencing new stimulation."
My wife nodded in agreement.
At this moment, I felt my penis hard as steel again. I rolled over and climbed onto my wife's body. My wife cooperated by opening her legs and consciously thrusting her vulva out, allowing me to penetrate her.

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I consciously slowed down the pace, thrusting into my wife's vulva while saying to her, "If you're willing, I'll give you another chance. Tomorrow you can go and keep this old man company."
My wife thought I was seeking stimulation through words again and shyly agreed, saying, "Sure! As long as you're willing, I can go and keep this old man company every day."
Amidst my wife's lewd words, I quickly lost control and ejaculated.
When we both quieted down, I brought up the topic again. My wife, sensing I was taking it seriously, asked, "You really think I want to go back to that old man?"
I didn't answer. After a while, I said to her, "If you want to go, go ahead. I've already been there once, so I don't care about the second time. But you have to tell me beforehand so I can prepare. And… and when you get back, you have to tell me the whole story. I'll find it very exciting."
My wife remained silent; I knew she was conflicted.
And so, another night passed.
The next day, neither of us talked about the previous night. After breakfast, we went to work.
It wasn't until late afternoon, just before I was about to leave work, that my phone rang. It was my wife.
"You can still back out now. Otherwise, I'll go have dinner with Director Zhang," she said, her voice slightly excited but also a little flirtatious.
But I still wasn't sure if she was joking or genuinely serious.
"Really?" I asked doubtfully.
"Of course it's true. If you agree, I'll leave now. You can arrange things yourself tonight, but no women allowed!"
Hearing my wife's words, my heart raced. I quickly said, "Go, go ahead! Should I call you?"
"Whatever! Hey! Honey, in a few hours your wife will be having sex with someone else. Aren't you nervous at all?"
I could hear the slight stutter in my wife's voice, a result of her excitement.
"Go ahead!" I hung up the phone.
At that moment, I felt completely lost. I didn't know where I should go. I didn't know how I would pass the time while my wife was having sex with someone else.
Still confused, I started my journey home.
When I got home, my mind was filled with thoughts of what my wife was doing now. Was Director Zhang already kissing her breasts? Then I thought, well, she'd already been with Director Zhang once, so one more time wouldn't hurt. I felt my penis hard and swollen, it was so uncomfortable!
I was watching TV absentmindedly at home until 10 PM, but my wife still hadn't returned. I couldn't help but pick up the phone.
Her phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. The thought of her being pinned down on the bed by Director Zhang, unable to move, made my heart ache. I wondered where they were. Were they at Director Zhang's house? Or at a restaurant?
Just as I was lost in thought, the phone rang. I rushed over and picked it up. Sure enough, it was my wife calling.
"You called me? I didn't hear you earlier," she said. I
quickly asked, "Did you do it?"
"Yeah. He's taking a shower in there now. I just finished."
"How many times?"
"Hehe! I won't tell you! He's here..." My wife playfully hung up.
After she hung up, I figured she'd be back soon, so I sat on the edge of the bed, my penis erect, excitedly recalling everything she'd said on the phone.
However, I waited until past midnight, but my wife still showed no sign of returning. I started to get anxious and considered calling her again.
While I hesitated, I heard a car downstairs, so I quickly turned off the lights and ran to the balcony.
In the dim light, I seemed to see a van parked not far from my building, its lights flashing on and off. After a while, I recognized her immediately by her familiar figure. It seemed she had gotten out of the van and was sticking her head inside. Since the lights came on as soon as the door opened, I saw my wife kissing someone. Her buttocks were raised high by her feet. After a while, she finally got out of the van completely, waved, and got in.
As soon as she opened the door, I impatiently hugged her, closed the door behind me, dragged her to the sofa, spread her legs, and, ignoring her resistance, forced my penis inside. At this point, my wife stopped talking, letting me thrust wildly inside her. Soon, she began to moan, holding my head tightly, and with each thrust, a satisfied groan escaped her throat.

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I lay on top of her for a while, not moving, feeling the fluid gradually flowing from her vagina. After a long time, she pushed me away, saying, "You're raping me! I'm so tired!" But I ignored her, went to the bathroom to shower, and then lay down on the bed.
After I finished showering, she also took a shower, and soon she was done, lying naked beside me.
"Tomorrow's a good thing it's Sunday, otherwise, my legs wouldn't be able to walk," my wife muttered to herself.
Seeing that I was still silent, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you really angry? Didn't you agree to let me go?" After saying that, she affectionately touched my penis, kissed me, and said, "It's hard again."
After saying that, she affectionately placed my hand on her breast.
Startled by my wife's action, I immediately leaned down to look at her breasts. She giggled, "There are no marks today, I moved to a different spot."
"Where?" I asked quickly.
My wife looked at me with a grin and said, "Finally, you're talking! I thought you were ignoring me!" She then affectionately pulled me towards her chest.
"Want to hear it?" My wife knew my reaction, and she knew I didn't want to say it myself.
I nodded in my wife's arms.
"Today, we went to Jiangxin Island for dinner. We ate from 5:30 until after 8:00. Later, he suggested we sit by the river. We found a quiet spot, but it was a bit cold there, and he noticed. So he put his arm around me and started talking. During dinner, he talked about his ex-wife. He said that before he met me, he had never liked any other girl. Ever since that day he ate at my house in Harbin, he had made up his mind to transfer us to Wenzhou. He said I look a lot like his ex-wife, and he loved her very much. Even today, he still feels like he's living in her world.
By the river, he got emotional and kissed me passionately, thanking me for everything I've given him. What shocked me even more was that he said he was sorry to me, and even more sorry to you. He said he would do his best to make sure we both have a good life."
My wife glanced at me, who remained silent, and continued, "What he said was very touching. When we kissed by the river, I could feel the tears streaming down his face; they tasted salty." "
That's all?" I finally managed to ask.
My wife pinched me and continued, "Later...later they kissed on the chair. He touched my whole body, and I didn't resist, letting him gently caress every part of me. Since I had prepared beforehand, I went there wearing a skirt tonight."
My wife glanced at me shyly, then continued, "At first, he only touched my breasts and unbuttoned the back of my shirt, but later, he touched my inner thighs..." He tried to insert his finger, but I said, "No, someone will see." He gently said, "It's okay, nobody usually comes here. People who come to the island at night are just playing mahjong; nobody comes here."
Even though he said that, I was still very nervous. We'd been married for so many years and we'd never done
anything like this. Later, with his comforting words, I gradually gave up all resistance, letting him take off my underwear and put it in his pocket. I was completely naked from the waist down, with only a skirt covering part of my thighs, letting him freely caress my vulva.
Under his caresses, I felt incredibly uncomfortable; my lower body was terribly itchy, especially... The thrill of being naked and touched in the wild. He first gently stroked my pubic hair, then moved to rub my labia minora. He played until I started to wet, then used his fingers to spread my labia and attack my clitoris. I trembled all over; my lower body was soon soaked, my skirt stained with my fluids.
I nestled against him, my legs spread wide, letting him freely play with every part of my vulva. I breathed heavily, oblivious to the fact that I was in a public place and my genitals were exposed, even longing for him to quickly insert his large penis to relieve my itch.
He started by inserting one finger and moving it in and out, then… later, he actually inserted three! He made me so afraid to scream or shout; he was absolutely wicked. And he kept taking turns sucking on my nipples. Stimulated by him, I had already orgasmed twice on the chair. Each time, I clung tightly to him, letting him continue to stimulate me.
Later, when I came to my senses, I found that he had lifted my skirt above my waist, leaving my lower body completely exposed. Although I couldn't see in the darkness, his spreading my legs and wide-open vulva felt incredibly comfortable in the cool river breeze.
"Is it comfortable?" he asked me. I nodded shyly and snuggled into his arms. If he hadn't pulled my skirt down, I would have preferred to stay there longer.
Later, he pulled me onto his lap and said gently, "You could be my daughter now." At this moment, I deliberately complained to him, "What kind of father sleeps with his daughter!"
I sat facing him on his lap, feeling his hard penis pressing against my vulva. My body was aching from what he was doing, and I consciously moved my hips to rub against his penis, hoping to stimulate him to have sex with me. He must have sensed my intention, so he pulled my hand to his crotch, and I moved back a little to help him unzip his pants. "
By this time, based on my wife's description, my penis was already painfully swollen, so I lay on top of her, and she cooperated by guiding my penis into her body.
"I'll just stay like this, and you continue, okay?" I said, inserting my penis into my wife's vagina without moving, looking at her expectantly.
My wife lifted up and kissed me, then continued.
"After unzipping his pants, he pulled out his big thing and let me hold it on his penis. While gently stroking it, I said to him, 'Why is your glans so big?'
He asked, 'How many men have you been with in your life?' I said, 'Just my husband.' In the darkness, I could feel his satisfied smile. He
also asked me, 'Is your husband's thing big?' I said, 'Not as thick as yours, but in reality, my husband's is more comfortable.' I was telling the truth, but I didn't expect that this would displease him. He forcefully inserted his entire finger into my vagina and started thrashing around inside, making me immediately beg for mercy, saying that his was big and powerful. At
this point, my wife lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.
Because of my wife's words, I excitedly thrust a few times inside her vagina."
"Later, he wanted to have sex with me outside, and I said, 'No, absolutely not... I can help you get it done, but we absolutely can't have sex.' Seeing how accommodating I had been earlier, he thought I would agree to any of his requests.
To be honest, before I met him, I had imagined it to be very exciting, but after meeting him, I just didn't have that initial passion anymore. I always felt that he was an old man, from a different generation than us. If it weren't for his wife's touching story and how he tormented me afterwards, I don't think this would have happened.
Seeing how insistent I was, he asked me to help him get it done with my hand. So I moved off him, squatted down, and started stroking his penis with　 my hand. He was lying across the chair,
and he looked so comfortable. I hadn't stroking it properly for long when, without any warning, he ejaculated, all over my shirt. I angrily hit his penis a few times, which made him cry out in pain."
The wife chuckled as she said this.
"Today his penis didn't get hard immediately after ejaculation like last time. When I was cleaning him up, it was still soft, but the glans was still so big. He rested for a while, and I suggested we go back. He insisted on taking me home, so we got on and off the boat, and then got into his car. But unexpectedly, he drove straight to the restaurant again."
On the way, I said, "I'm not going today. I already told you last time." But he ignored me. After we arrived at the hotel and parked the car, he pulled me into the elevator, not caring whether anyone saw us, making me feel so embarrassed.
After he pushed me into his room, he hugged me tightly and kissed me as soon as he closed the door. You know, I was a little angry at this point. If it weren't for the old director's help to us so much, I definitely would have turned on him. But thinking about how much he had helped us, my heart softened, so I let him hug and kiss me.
But what was infuriating was that as they kissed, my top disappeared, and then my skirt fell down... In the end, I was completely naked and at his mercy. I knew I couldn't escape tonight, so I steeled myself and said to him, "Can we take a shower first?" because I had sweated a lot on the chair.
He quickly took off his clothes and carried me to the bathroom. Just then, I heard the phone ring. I wanted to answer it, but he wouldn't let me. In the bathroom, he became much gentler. You know, I love his gentleness. As he washed me and touched my whole body, I felt much better and started to feel desire.

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Especially... especially when he was washing my vulva, his fingers, covered in shower gel, would sometimes part my labia and rub my clitoris, and sometimes insert them into my vagina to probe and tease, making me bounce and feel so excited; then he would try different ways to insert his already hard penis into my vagina and thrust it in and out, or he would rub my nipples hard. In just a short while, I felt my vaginal fluid flowing out again. "
When my wife got to this point, I couldn't hold back anymore. My penis barely moved before I ejaculated inside her vagina. My wife looked at me and smiled, then continued reminiscing.
"Later... I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned around, facing away from him, and stuck my butt out, actively letting his penis enter me. Then I moved back and forth, swallowing and stroking it. He smiled and cooperated, arching his back to let his thick penis thrust in and out of my vagina. When I reached my peak pleasure, he seized the opportunity to climb onto my back and start playing with my breasts.
Perhaps his foreplay had excited me too much, because I reached orgasm after a short while. I trembled and collapsed on the edge of the bathtub, panting. He didn't let me go, holding my buttocks and thrusting wildly, fucking me until I was in ecstasy." I almost fainted from pleasure.
He turned me around, then picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and sat down, taking his penis inside me again. He carried me out of the bathroom and into the room, fucking me as he went. As soon as he put me on the bed, he immediately pressed down on me and started thrusting again.

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"Ah...ah...Director Zhang...you're so amazing...you're killing me...ah...my pussy is so swollen...so good...you're fucking me so good...fuck me faster...I'm coming again...oh..." I was so overwhelmed by his fucking that I forgot my identity and started babbling incoherently and moaning loudly.
"Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death... Let me show you the power of my big cock... Ah... I'm coming too...
Let's go together... Ah..." Director
Zhang's face turned bright red, his cock thrusting faster and harder, I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, tightly hugging his body. We embraced, panting and trembling, hot streams of fluid mingling in my vagina. By the time he ejaculated, I had already climaxed twice.
While he pulled out and leaned against the headboard to rest, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, intending to call you first and then come back. When I called you, I was still completely naked, but unexpectedly, as soon as I hung up, this old guy came over and started touching me again. I told him I couldn't take it anymore, that I felt so tired, but he forced me to push him away again.

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