My wife was being played with by an old man on the street and had sex with someone else in the alley.

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My Wife Was Played With by an Old Man on the Street

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My wife and I have always had a passionate sex life, a passion that has gradually built up and deepened over eight years of marriage. We both know that couples inevitably experience boredom after living together for a long time, including in their sex life. So, about a year after our marriage, we discussed how to keep our sex life fresh. During the discussion, I discovered that my wife, like me, had a strong childlike heart and a hidden lustful desire. We decided to add some spice to our lives, of course, all in secret, absolutely without letting anyone we knew know, because we still needed a peaceful life.

So, we started with small things, like her masturbating me on the bus or her willingly letting others take advantage of her; like having sex together in public men's or women's restrooms late at night; or her going shopping without a bra, with a rubber dildo inserted. Each time, we experience a unique thrill amidst the tension, and we never tire of it.

Oh, let me introduce my wife first. She's 31 years old, 1.64 meters tall, with a full figure but not fat. Her skin is very fair and smooth. Her looks are above average; she likes to keep her hair long and straight, has delicate features, and often carries a captivating shyness. She works in a department of the district government and is already a promising deputy section chief.

That day, it was probably around 10 pm. My wife and I were returning from dinner. For our health, we walked home from the restaurant. It wasn't far, but we had to pass through several secluded alleys. We chatted as we walked. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Honey, are you scared walking here alone?"

My wife laughed and said, "No."

I said, "Aren't you afraid of hooligans?"

My wife said, "What's so scary about hooligans? They just want to take advantage of me, they won't kill me."

I said, "You won't fight back?"

My wife thought about it seriously for a moment, then said coquettishly, "Of course not, he can do whatever he wants, maybe... I'll... I'll..."

"Will what?" I pressed.

"I'll even cooperate with him." My wife finished speaking and hugged me, laughing.

I laughed too, patted her plump buttocks, and whispered, "I know, actually you wish another man would sleep with you once!"

My wife also retaliated by grabbing my crotch with one hand and said with a grin, "So what? You only have one thing that can't satisfy me."

We were used to joking around like this, and since there was no one around, we had no worries. We walked along, whispering and teasing each other. After a while, my hand accidentally slipped under her crotch from behind and touched her. Oh my god, she was wet.

Just as I was about to tease her, she suddenly whispered "Shh" to me, saying, "

There's someone up ahead." I looked up and saw a figure in the distance, slowly walking towards us; it looked like a man.

In that instant, an idea struck me. I grabbed her, grinning mischievously, and said, "Honey, let's play a game. That's a man. Do you dare play with him?"

My wife playfully hit me, "You're so annoying! Who knows if he's a good guy or a bad guy?"

I said, "He doesn't look like a bad guy. Besides, I'm here. What are you afraid of? It's just letting him take advantage of you a little, it's okay."

My wife knew we were going to play a game again, and she suddenly became excited, her face flushed as she smiled, saying, "Okay, you hide, watch me."

So, I hid behind a corner of a wall, peeking out in the dim light of the streetlamp. My wife made a playful gesture, signaling me not to move, and then tugged at her dress. My wife was wearing a light blue suit today, very professional-looking, and it accentuated her curves, highlighting her chest, waist, and hips. Her long, fair legs were exposed, making her both elegant and sexy.

The figure drew closer, then suddenly coughed twice. Judging from the voice, it sounded like… like an old man.

My wife clearly recognized the voice and turned to look at me, her expression somewhat troubled. For some reason, I waved to her, signaling her to come over. So, without hesitation, my wife slowly walked towards the man.

Soon, she and the man were about to meet, and I finally saw his face clearly. Yes, it was an old man, probably in his fifties, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his old eyes fixed on my wife. My wife had her head down, and I couldn't see her expression from behind. Just as they were about to pass each other, I heard my wife cry out "Ouch!" as if she had tripped over something, and she lunged at the old man with outstretched arms.

The old man was startled, but reacted quickly, opening his arms to catch my wife. In an instant, the two of them were tightly embracing.

My wife didn't immediately pull away, but said nervously, "I was so scared! I was so scared, sir, thank you so much!"

The old man didn't immediately let go either, patting her back and saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, young lady, be careful when you walk."

My wife then released his grip, trying to take a step forward, but then cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down, clutching her ankle and groaning, "My foot... I think I twisted it."

The old man quickly squatted down as well, asking with concern, "Where? Where did you twist it? Let me see." He then touched my wife's foot.

My wife stood up, holding out her right foot, saying, "It's this one, ouch, it hurts so much..."

I chuckled inwardly: my wife's acting was perfect!

The old man grasped my wife's right foot and slowly began to massage it, saying, "Young lady, don't worry, I studied traditional Chinese medicine when I was young, and I'm very skilled at massage.

Don't worry, I'll massage it for you, and you'll feel better soon." Whether he was telling the truth or not, the old man certainly seemed convincing. My wife couldn't help but groan as he massaged her; the sound... well, anyone can imagine, and just from that sound, you can interpret it however you like. Sure enough, after a while, the old man looked up at my wife, his gaze clearly filled with lust.

My wife was enjoying herself when the old man said, "Young lady, lift your foot a little higher; it's tiring for me to be looking down like this." My

wife obediently lifted her foot, her hand gripping the wall beside her. I immediately understood: the old man was about to make his move!

Imagine, once my wife's foot was lifted, her short skirt would rise, and the old man, looking up from below, would have a complete view of her underwear! What a shameless old man!

The old man rubbed her while glancing at her under her skirt every now and then. Slowly, his hand began to move uncontrollably upwards, past her calves and knees, and upwards... Suddenly, my wife shuddered and cried out, "Uncle, you're touching... touching my private parts."

The old man seemed to have no more scruples and began to caress my wife directly through her underwear under her skirt, lewdly saying, "Girl, why is your place wet? Is it from sweat?" My

wife leaned against the wall and said weakly, "I hate you, uncle, if you touch me like this... how can I not get wet?"

The old man excitedly pressed his face close to my wife's legs, and slowly even buried his head under her skirt, saying, "Girl, I didn't expect you to get aroused so easily? Let me see, let me smell, how horny are you?"

It seemed that the old man had completely let go and didn't care about anything anymore.

My wife was clearly aroused as well. She moaned softly, "Old man, what are you saying about being aroused? I...I'm not...it's you...you're being disrespectful, teasing me...Oh, old man, what are you...doing? Don't...don't kiss me there, ah..."

It was obvious the old man had already kissed my wife's private parts through her underwear. I found it incredibly arousing.

My wife held the old man's head with one hand, her hips swaying rhythmically; she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. A moment later, the old man poked his head out, leering as he pulled my wife's panties down to her knees. My wife cried out in a coquettish voice, "Uncle, no... don't take off my panties! You're... so old, how can you do this? I'm... so embarrassed! You're so annoying, you're still touching me! No! Someone will see..."

The old man stopped, looked around, stood up, put his arm around my wife, and said lecherously, "Miss, how about we go somewhere else? Don't worry, I won't mistreat you. Name your price?"

I chuckled inwardly. So he thought my wife was a prostitute; no wonder he became so emboldened so quickly. It seemed this old man had frequented prostitutes before.

My wife pushed him away, scolding, "What do you take me for? I'm a respectable person!" Then she went to pull off the panties the old man had pulled down.

The old man chuckled, stopping her movements, his hand already groping my wife's crotch. He said, "Miss, please, I admit I was wrong, okay? Yes, you're a respectable person, and you're already wet here. Hehe..."

I thought my wife would stop here; who knows what might happen if we continued. But when the old man touched her, she couldn't help but moan, looking like she was really enjoying it. The old man leered at her, as if he knew what he was doing. Taking advantage of her enjoyment, he squatted down again and rolled up her skirt to her waist, exposing her entire genitals—her fair skin, round buttocks, and alluring black triangle. Even I couldn't help but get an erection.

The old man squatted in front of my wife, his face directly facing her thick pubic hair. His hands caressed her buttocks, his eyes fixed on her most beautiful feature with lustful intent. He muttered, "My goodness, so beautiful, a young woman's thighs, buttocks, and... this hair, ah..." "Haven't seen anything like it in years."

As he spoke, he slowly pressed his face against my wife's vulva, as if embracing a precious object he had longed for for years, with a hint of deep affection. I found it extremely amusing. It seemed this old lecher hadn't seen many good women; he'd probably only ever played with a few prostitutes. He was having such a stroke of luck today; no wonder he was ecstatic.

The old man had his entire face pressed against my wife's vulva, his mouth directly beneath the pubic hair, constantly nudging and licking her clitoris, his tongue seemingly already extended. Meanwhile, my wife was also enjoying herself immensely, slightly spreading her two fair legs to allow the old man's mouth to penetrate deeper. She held his head with both hands, swaying her hips, and emitting continuous, deep moans. I once again experienced my wife's lewdness; she could make an old man feel so good, and it was just licking.

Just as I was getting excited, my wife suddenly stopped, pushed the old man's head away, and quickly pulled up her underwear and lowered her skirt, leaving the old man stunned, staring at my wife with his honey-dripping mouth open. My wife, her face flushed, pulled the old man up and said with irresistible charm, "Old man, to tell you the truth, I'm a prostitute. I can't play with you for free. Tell me, how much are you paying?"

This time, I was stunned. I had thought my wife had suddenly decided to stop playing, but who knew she…

she wanted to go for something bigger, and said she was a prostitute. I was completely bewildered.

The old man immediately understood, grinning, "I knew it! You look like a prostitute, hehe, I never misjudge."

I cursed inwardly: You old lecher, your wife is the prostitute!

My wife really did act like a prostitute, putting her arm around the old man's shoulder and saying casually, "Tell me, sir, how much do you want?"

Good heavens, is this really my civil servant's wife?

The old man nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you,"

and started rummaging through his pockets. After a while, he pulled out a wad of crumpled banknotes. "This is all I have, is it enough?"

His wife took it, glanced at it, and said, "That's all? Only thirty-odd yuan, am I that worthless?"

The old man looked miserable, already pleading, "Young lady, this is all I have, this is my living expenses for this week, please, let me do it once."

His wife chuckled, "Old man, you've spent your whole week's living expenses just for one time, and it's so little, doesn't seem right?"

The old man was desperate, "How about I go home, I have over twenty yuan under the covers, I'll give it all to you, please, young lady."

His wife sighed, "Sigh, at your age, in such dire straits, you still want to do this kind of thing. Okay, it's like I'm doing a good deed, but first, you have to listen to me."

After saying that, she really put the money in her pocket.

I thought to myself: Wife, do you really think of yourself as a prostitute?

The old man nodded repeatedly, standing there for a moment, unsure what to do. His wife generously put her arm around him and said, "Sir, let's move to the side. Be alert, and if you hear any noise, get out of there quickly."

The old man readily agreed. I thought, where did that lecherous glint go? Now it seems like he's not playing with my wife, but my wife is playing with him.

Sigh, my wife, she's so mischievous, so lewd…

At this moment, my wife had already put her arm around the old man against the wall very close to me, just around the corner. I quickly hid, and when I peeked out again, the two of them were right in front of me, except my wife had adjusted the angle perfectly: the old man was angled with his back to me, and my wife was angled towards me. This way, not only could the old man not see me, but I could also clearly see their every move. I knew my wife wanted me to witness a good show up close. My wife's eyes darted towards me quickly, and she even made a face.

After they stopped, the wife asked the old man, "Uncle, how long has it been since you did it?"

The old man said, "Almost...almost half a year."

The wife smiled coquettishly, "So long, are you missing women?"

The old man said, "Yes, I'm craving them like crazy."

The wife asked again, "Then...am I pretty?"

The old man seemed impatient, "Pretty, pretty, girl, don't tease me, I...let's do it!" He then reached out to hug my wife.

The wife laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Don't rush, uncle, how do you want to play?"

The old man really couldn't take it anymore, "How else can we play? Just do it, come on, I...I..."

He was about to make a move.

The wife stopped him again, "Uncle, don't you want to see my...this?"

As she spoke, she unbuttoned her top, lifted her blouse, revealing a pink lace bra.

My wife's breasts were not small, plump and full, making the bra stand out high. The old man immediately reached out and pushed up my wife's bra, revealing her two snow-white breasts. He grabbed one in each hand and began to knead them vigorously. My wife closed her eyes and began to enjoy it. After a while, the old man, not satisfied with just touching her, stepped forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. My wife must have felt very comfortable, as she hugged the old man and moaned softly.

After a while, the old man lifted up my wife's skirt, pulled down her panties, and inserted a finger directly into her vagina, making her let out an "Ah!"

The old man was busy there, and I could clearly see the look of ecstasy on my wife's face. She would occasionally open her eyes, look at me, and lick her lips, looking just like...like a prostitute. My penis was rock hard, and I couldn't help but reach up and touch myself. Watching an old man enjoy his wife while I could only touch myself, wasn't that a bit pathetic? But honestly, I liked it.

The old man finally stopped, his hand on his waist, seemingly about to unzip his pants. My wife stopped him in time, panting, "Wait a minute, let me do it."

The old man obediently stopped. My wife first placed her hand on the old man's crotch and rubbed it, saying, "Old man, at your age, you can still get this hard, that's amazing."

The old man chuckled, "Of course, I was even more amazing when I was young."

My wife slowly unbuckled the old man's belt and pulled down his pants. I could see clearly from behind that the old man's legs were quite strong, but he was wearing a brightly colored pair of briefs. I almost burst out laughing.

My wife laughed, "Old man, why are you wearing a woman's underwear?"

The old man seemed a little embarrassed, "Hehe, it's comfortable."

I thought to myself: What a lecherous old man.

My wife stopped laughing and pulled down the old man's flowery shorts. I couldn't see what was in front of him, but I could see a round glans powerfully popping out. My wife exclaimed softly, "Old man, yours is so big! It's really impressive that you're so old, still... still so... strong."

The old man seemed to regain his confidence, "Hehe, impressive, right? Do you like it?"

My wife grabbed the old man's penis, her face flushed, and said, "I like it."

Then she squatted down, brought her face close to the penis, and then quickly pulled away, "Old man, your smell... is so strong."

The old man said bluntly, "People in your line of work, are you afraid of this? Haha..."

My wife looked at the penis again, and perhaps unable to resist the temptation, she started stroking it with her hand. The old man groaned comfortably, "Girl, don't just...hold it with your hands, use your mouth."

With that, he thrust his hips forward, bringing his penis to my wife's mouth. My wife instinctively flinched back, then quickly glanced at me, and then, as if making a great decision, closed her eyes, took the old man's penis into her mouth.

Actually, my wife doesn't object to oral sex; sometimes she even enjoys it. I think it's probably because the old man hasn't showered in a long time, and his penis smells too strong. At first, she kept her eyes closed, looking somewhat pained, but after a while, she began to squint her eyes seductively, glancing up at the old man and then at me, as he sucked his thick penis in and out of her mouth, the dark purple glans becoming clean and shiny. The old man was actively thrusting in and out of her mouth, moaning with pleasure as he said, "Ah...it's fucking so good, this young woman's...mouth, it feels so good to fuck, ah-so good...so good, I'm fucking...I'm fucking, good girl, I'm fucking your mouth...I'm fucking...your mouth..."

The old man thrust very deep each time, and my wife had to use her hands to block him from time to time, making "ooh"

sounds. After about a minute of this, the old man suddenly pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth, panting, "I can't take it anymore, don't move, I'm about to come."

After a short pause, the old man let out a long breath and said, "Thank goodness, I haven't come yet."

My wife smiled, wiped her lips, and stood up, "Uncle, you're done so quickly? Weren't you supposed to be amazing?"

The old man said repeatedly, "You're amazing, you're amazing. A pretty young lady like you... sucking my old man's penis, who... who could resist?"

My wife giggled and grabbed the old man's penis again, "Will you let me suck it again?"

"No, no, girl, come on, use your lower mouth to suck it."

After saying that, he turned my wife's body around, made her stick out her buttocks, and lifted her skirt. My wife's full, white buttocks were facing him, and I could even see the lustful juices flowing from the base of her thighs.

I realized that the most crucial moment had finally arrived. I didn't know if I should continue playing around. If I continued, then my wife would really be fucked by this old man. Would that be going too far? Judging from my wife's expression, she didn't want it to end yet. Besides, I had a strange urge to see her being fucked by the old man. So I decided to stay put and let her decide.

My wife didn't resist; on the contrary, she bent over and leaned back, as if hoping the old man's penis would go in immediately. Then, she actually reached back and grabbed the old man's penis, saying, "Old man, come on... fuck me, put it in, I'm... a prostitute, you paid for it, come on..."

It seemed my wife really saw herself as a prostitute. I knew that when my wife was being unrestrained, she would say many surprising things, but it only excited me more.

The old man, of course, couldn't resist the temptation. Seeing my wife being so proactive, he couldn't help but feel smug, leering and saying, "I told you, a whore is a whore, they all deserve to be fucked!"

These were obviously insulting words, but I knew my wife liked being insulted when she was aroused. Sure enough, my wife said in a trembling voice, "Yes, old man... I'm a whore, I need to be fucked... Come on, fuck me... Put it in, I need your... your cock."

The old man, excited, grabbed my wife's buttocks, one hand holding his own penis, and said, "Whore, I'm going to fuck you!" Then he thrust in and went all the way in.

My blood rushed to my head: my wife had finally been fucked by this old man. Although this wasn't the first time she'd been fucked by another man, it was the first time by an old man. It seems that regardless of age, my wife only needs a penis. Perhaps it's precisely because it defies common sense that she's even more excited.

The old man moved slowly and deliberately, but each time he thrust deeply. My wife was moaning with ecstasy: "Ah...oh...old man, you're so...old...and still...so amazing, you're going in so deep, all the way to my...womb, it feels so good...fuck me...fuck this slut...I'm willing to let an old man...fuck me."

The old man, enjoying himself, was naturally pleased to hear my wife's words: "Ah...such a good girl, doing this kind of work, letting...so many men fuck her, isn't it...both comfortable and profitable? I never thought...in my old age, I'd still have such...good fortune, to be able to fuck you...it would be worth dying for."

My wife had been teased by the old man for a long time, her lust already aroused, and now that she was finally getting to do it, she must have been incredibly happy. She liked to say lewd things during sex, without any restraint. I had experienced this before, and I liked it about her. Sure enough, my wife's words became increasingly lewd: "Uncle... ah... this is my first time... being fucked by an old man... I never thought an old man would have such a hard... such a thick... cock. If I had known, I would have fucked you long ago."

The old man was also incredibly wicked, chuckling, and said, "There are plenty of... good old men out there. We... love fucking those... young girls and wives. Someone like you, about the same age as my daughter... hehe, you get wet as soon as I fuck you."

"Huh?" "You've fucked... your daughter? Uncle, you... really?"

"To be honest, I have... thought about it, but I didn't dare. Even now... she's married, and someone else... fucked her, I still... want to." Haha, I never expected this old man to be so lewd as to want to sleep with his own daughter. It was truly unexpected.

But what surprised me even more was my wife, who actually moaned and said, "Uncle, then... just treat me as... your daughter. The one you're fucking right now... is your daughter!"

The old man got even more excited when he heard that: "Great, great... I'm about the same age as your dad, right? Then you... can treat me like your dad too, my daughter... my good daughter, would you let your dad... fuck you?"

This old man is a beast, he's trying to lead my wife into incest. Before I could think much, I heard my wife say in a sweet voice, "What kind of father... fucks his daughter? But... if it really happens... it will be so exciting... ah... Daddy... is that you? Is that you? Is that you... fucking me?"

The old man reacted quickly and replied, "It's me, my good daughter... Daddy has wanted to... fuck you for a long time, you... don't want to?"

My wife continued, "No... daughter wants to, because... Daddy's cock is so big, inside my... pussy... it feels so full... numb, ah... Daddy, you're fucking... daughter to death..."

The old man's movements suddenly quickened, and a loud "splat" sound came from where he and my wife were joined: "Daughter... good daughter, Daddy is going to cum, all... cum inside your pussy, give you... give Daddy's semen, ah... oh..."

At the same time, my wife also reached her climax: "I'm coming too... ah... ah, Daddy, cum... give me all the... semen in your old cock, cum... cum... fuck me... Daddy... fuck me to death..."

I was dumbfounded.

Both were exhausted, leaning against the wall, panting. The wife, being younger, recovered quickly. Without even cleaning herself, she slowly dressed and softly said to the old man, "Sir, let's go home." Then she took out a crumpled wad of money from her pocket and stuffed it into his shirt pocket: "Don't do this again. You're getting old; your health is important." She then straightened his clothes and pushed him a few steps. The old man, like a wooden statue, let her do as she pleased, turning back every few steps, his back slightly hunched.

Only after the old man was far away did the wife come to me, who was still stunned, and asked with a smile, "Are you alright?"

It took me a while to come to my senses. I gave her a thumbs-up, then pulled her along, quickly walking back.

The wife cried out anxiously, "Hey, slow down! Slow down! Why are you in such a hurry?"

I stopped, my eyes blazing with fury, and uttered two words fiercely: "I'll fuck you!"

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