Wife's Desire (Fanfiction 28)

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Another week has passed. Yan is busy cooking, doing laundry, and cleaning every day. The room and bathroom are spotless, but she still keeps scrubbing. I think she's using these extra chores to fill her free time, to avoid the awkwardness of not knowing how to face each other. I don't know what to do next, or if she's contacted Tong again.

I browsed some dating forums. Many people are saying communication is key. I don't know if this is their experience or just wishful thinking. I can't think of a way to communicate with Yan. Should I tell her that marriage requires loyalty and trust? Yan has already said she knows where she went wrong and doesn't need anyone to tell her. Should I make her cry and beg for forgiveness? But would that really work? Even if it did, I don't want to see Yan like that.

Tonight, Long Xiaoqi came. He returned my credit card, and the broken computer was repaired. He said he used my money to buy a new computer, and the repaired one is mine now, but after the repair, only one video file remains. He said the repairman probably deleted it.

I immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. If the group sex scene Na and Yan described had a video, leaking it would be a crime, and everyone involved could face imprisonment.

Yan and Jiajia were both in bed. I went to the study and turned on the computer Long Xiaoqi had brought. Of the original three files, only one remained. I knew that if I opened the file, the excruciating pain would fill my heart again. After hesitating for a moment, I clicked on it with trembling hands, because I wanted to know how deeply Yan was involved.
The image was very clear and stable, indicating it was filmed with near-professional equipment. The camera seemed to be fixed in a corner of the room, and I could occasionally see the focus shifting, slowly zooming in on an object. Clearly, someone was controlling it remotely.

The room still contained the same bed I had seen last time, a large one with a huge classical headboard, the upper part of which was a large mirror.

Na's figure appeared in the frame, holding a key in one hand and a remote control in the other, saying to the outside world, "I'm leaving. Enjoy your beauty." Her tone and face were expressionless.

Just as I expected, Tong walked into the frame, still bald, wearing a purple bathrobe. He said to Na, "Don't be jealous, didn't I just fuck you yesterday?"

Na pouted, "Tch, who cares?" and walked towards the door.

Tong added, "Use close-ups at crucial moments."

Na opened the door and left. I could guess she was somewhere nearby, probably in Tong's house, manipulating the camera through a monitor.

About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Tong went to open the door, and it was Yan.

Yan's hair was casually draped, with a delicate hair clip at her neck, just revealing half of her small earlobe. A white silk blouse was tucked into light blue jeans, and she wore a pair of off-white high-heeled leather sandals, making her long legs appear even more slender and straight. She looked like a pure and innocent schoolgirl.

Almost as soon as Yan entered, Tong pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Unlike the previous times I'd seen it, this time Yan offered no resistance whatsoever, embracing Tong and returning his kiss. The sounds of their lips rubbing together were loud, and I could feel the intensity of the kiss. They didn't seem like adulterers, but rather a couple reunited after a long separation.
A pang of sorrow rose in my heart. Even in bed, Yan had never kissed me passionately. It was usually just a fleeting peck. But now Tong was kissing me fiercely, like a wolf, sucking and slurping so hard that her lips were completely absorbed into his mouth.

A few minutes later, Tong finally separated his lips from Yan's, then proceeded to kiss her cheeks, forehead, ears, and even nose haphazardly. Saliva covered Yan's face, glistening under the light.

Tong tilted his head back and then stuck out his tongue. Tong's tongue was thick and large, covered in a thick, yellow coating. A sliver of tobacco clung to the side of his tongue.

Yan seemed to want to pull away, but Tong held her shoulders tightly, preventing her from moving. I had no choice but to do as Tong instructed, lifting my heels and pinching the tobacco off his tongue before taking his entire tongue into my mouth.

Tong lowered his head, his lips pressing tightly against Yan's. From the changes in the shape of Yan's cheeks, I could see that Tong's tongue was intensely entwined and swirling in her mouth. Occasionally, their lips would separate slightly, but their tongues, still sticking together, would lick and tease each other.

I remembered the long kiss I had with Yan on my first day back home, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

Finally, Tong ended the kiss, pulled Yan to the sofa, sat down alone, turned Yan's body to face him, and reached to unbuckle her belt. Yan pushed him away slightly but then let Tong do as he pleased.

Tong slowly unbuckled Yan's belt, pulled her pants down to her knees, then lifted the hem of her shirt and handed it to Yan. Her

smooth abdomen and fair thighs were fully revealed. Yan was wearing the thong I had given her on our wedding anniversary. The scarlet panties clung tightly to her snow-white, flat stomach. Dark, glossy pubic hair peeked out from the narrow waistband of her pants, forming a red, black, and white pattern.

Tong pinched the exposed pubic hair with both hands, gently rubbing and playing with it. Then he pulled it upwards. The focus gradually zoomed in, and the scrotum beneath the pubic hair could be clearly seen as it was pulled up. Yan kept her clothes pressed against her chest, occasionally glancing down at her abdomen, then quickly raising her head and closing her eyes.

After playing with it for a while, Tong turned Yan's body so that her back was to him, staring at her buttocks. Yan's panties were completely sunken into her buttocks. Tong feigned surprise and said, "Huh, where did your panties go?" Then he grabbed Yan's buttocks with his hands, spreading them apart, and then feigned sudden realization and said, "Oh, so you were going to spread your buttocks to find your panties!"
Yan seemed a little displeased with Tong's teasing. Just as she was about to turn around, Tong suddenly pulled her thong up to her knees, and his two large hands immediately grasped and stroked her buttocks. Tong's hands were very forceful, as if he were kneading two large lumps of dough. Yan's buttocks changed shape under the kneading, her pink vulva and brown anus appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"Lie down," Tong stood up and gently instructed.

Yan obediently knelt on the sofa, her upper body slowly leaning against the backrest, her snow-white buttocks slightly protruding.

Tong sat on the sofa next to Yan, spreading her buttocks apart while muttering praise, "So beautiful! Just like two flowers in a snow-capped mountain. A rose, a chrysanthemum." After saying that, he forcefully spread them apart.

The vaginal opening was completely open, forming a circular hole, and the pink flesh inside was clearly visible. The vertical folds on the anus were completely flattened, and the anus was also stretched into a flat shape. A large amount of liquid seeped from the cracked flesh, glistening.

An indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart. In the four years we had known each other, I had never gazed at and played with Yan's private parts like this. When I kissed there, my heart was filled with admiration, and I had never thought to look at it carefully.

Tong released his hands, but then grabbed Yan's arms and pulled them behind her back, forcing her to use her hands to spread her buttocks. As soon as Tong let go, Yan immediately pulled her hands back. Tong repeated the action. It wasn't until the third time that Yan finally complied with Tong's instructions, resting her shoulders against the sofa back, pulling her arms behind her back, and spreading her buttocks apart.

I rubbed my temples, my heart aching beyond words. Even with me, Yan never wanted me to look at her private parts, always quickly closing her legs or turning off the overhead light. Now, however, she obediently knelt and crawled, spreading her buttocks, displaying the view between her legs to this lewd old man without reservation.

Tong stood up, winked triumphantly at the camera, then unbuttoned his bathrobe, revealing his hard, dark penis, and pressed the glans against Yan's anus.

Yan's body trembled, and she cried out, "No!!"

Tong patted Yan's back reassuringly, chuckling, "Look how scared you are, just teasing you. It's not working here yet, you'll get used to it. Na screamed even louder than you at first, but now she won't stop unless it's inserted there." With that, with a soft "plop," the head of his penis slid into her vagina from

her anus. Sometime later, Tong turned on the stereo, playing Teresa Teng's "When Will You Return?" He thrust slowly and deliberately, sometimes pulling his penis halfway out, admiring the tender flesh of her vagina and the slightly contracting anus. A smug smile played on his lips. Yan's head was resting against the back of the sofa, her face buried in her disheveled hair. No expression could be seen.

The music changed to Jiang Dawei's famous song: "Galloping Horses Guard the Border." After a lively, upbeat prelude, Jiang Dawei's loud singing began: "A steed... ah, galloping across the vast grassland..."

Tong immediately quickened the rhythm of his thrusts, swaying back and forth to the beat of the song, the amplitude increasing. Then he ripped off Yan's top and bra, and pulled her left arm behind her back, holding her wrist, seemingly trying to imitate a whipping horse's posture.

Yan groaned loudly, her body swaying violently back and forth, her upturned buttocks bobbing up and down, her breasts swinging aimlessly.

Suddenly, with a slap, Tong struck Yan's buttocks, her fair right buttock immediately flushing red.

Yan cried out in fright and turned around, but she wasn't trying to stop Tong: "Hit him lightly, he'll be back the day after tomorrow."

"I can consider it," Tong said deliberately in an official tone. "But you can't be too lenient, after all, this is punishing you on his behalf." He then struck her left buttock with another slap. He uttered a single word: "Giddy up!" This time it was much lighter than before, leaving no trace.

The song ended. Tong withdrew his penis, picked up Yan, walked to the bed, and laid her flat on it. Then he spread her legs and pressed them against his chest. Yan's entire buttocks were pulled off the bed, her moist vulva squeezed into a fleshy slit.

Tong also stood on the bed, straddling Yan's buttocks, pressing his hands against her knees, lowering his body, and squeezing his penis into her vagina. Perhaps this position made the vagina clench very tightly. Tong took a deep breath with pleasure and began to thrust. As the pleasure intensified, the movements became more and more violent. Several times, the entire head of his penis was pulled out of the vagina, and then it was thrust in heavily to the hilt. The air that was drawn in and out made a "plop, plop" sound with each thrust. His testicles, suspended in the air, also slapped against Yan's anus.

Finally, Tong's penis began to convulse violently. He could feel semen shooting out of his scrotum, flowing into Yan's body through her urethra. The penis convulsed for over a dozen times before finally stopping. Tong pulled his penis out halfway and looked down at the point where their genitals met. Yan's vagina hadn't relaxed yet, still tightly gripping Tong's penis. The camera suddenly zoomed in, clearly showing both anuses still contracting and relaxing.

Tong pulled his penis out. The surface of his penis was covered in semen and Yan's secretions. Tong grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiped his penis, and then used the tissue to wipe Yan's genitals. The tissue was quickly soaked with the large amount of semen gushing from her vagina, not only failing to clean the genitals but also spreading semen everywhere, even causing the pubic hair on her mons pubis to stick together in clumps.

Tong scooped Yan up in his arms and carried her towards the bathroom, saying in a childlike voice, "Tongtong is going to take a bath with Yan Yan." The voice sounded familiar; I suddenly remembered what Yan had said to Jiajia in the elevator that day, in the same tone. A sharp pain shot through my heart again. It seemed Tong had deeply infiltrated Yan's life over the past month, even knowing exactly how Yan spoke.

Tong disappeared from the video with Yan in his arms, but the sound of running water still clearly came from the bathroom.

"Don't move! I'll wash myself." That was Yan's voice.

"No need for my darling to do anything, I'll scrub your back." Tong said.

"Scrub what? I'm not dirty." Yan seemed a little unhappy.

"It's not scrubbing off dirt, it's a full-body massage to promote blood circulation, making your skin better." Tong seemed to explain as he worked.

"Will you wash me too?" Tong pleaded.

"No!" Yan refused, but with a hint of coquettishness.

"Then just wash my dick." Tong begged.

"Sigh, there's really nothing I can do about it!" Yan sighed. Soon, Tong's comfortable sigh came through:
"Ah... Oh, I feel so good... Sigh, don't just masturbate, rub your balls too... Is it because your cock feels good that you treat it even better?" A slap sounded, the sound of a hand hitting skin.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense, go ahead and rub it. Ah... Right, Yan, let me tell you a story." Tong steadied his voice.

"Once, my company driver, Xiao Ruan, and I went to a reception at the municipal government, which included a banquet and a cultural performance. When I saw Xiao Ruan park the car and walk over, I went in first, but Xiao Ruan was stopped by security. Xiao Ruan quickly pointed at me and said: 'I'm in the same system as the leader.' The security guard sneered: 'Your cock and balls
are in the same system, if your cock goes in, can your balls go in?'

" As a result, the two of them got into a fight. The police even came. Later, the girls in my company gave us a nickname behind our backs, calling me Tong the Cock and him Ruan the Egg. "

Oh dear!" Tong exclaimed dramatically, "Don't pinch me!" Then, Yan couldn't help but
chuckle.

"Yes, yes. Use your strength, look how pitiful it is, it can only dangle outside every time. Okay, okay... Yan, you're really good, you should really work for our company. The job there is all about being good at bluffing and talking nonsense."

*Smack!* There was another sound of hitting her and Tong's smug laughter.

"Yan, hold onto the bathtub... yes, stick your butt out a little more... come on, come on."

"Let go! Didn't you already ejaculate? Why are you going back in?" Yan seemed a little confused.
"Don't move, don't worry. This time it's not fucking, it's just that the outside has been rubbed all over, now it's time to rub the inside."
"You filthy bastard." Yan cursed softly, then groaned again.

A few minutes later, Yan's groans slowly subsided.

"Hey, Yan, you always say I'm vulgar. How about we do something elegant today? Let's use the scenery here to create a couplet."

Yan didn't speak, so Tong continued,

"If you're shy, I'll start with the first line: 'Jade hand holds a fleshy rod, a large penis engorged and hard as iron.'"
"Get lost! Who's going to give you the matching line?" Yan said, a little annoyed.

"If you don't get it right, I won't let you leave. Anyway, Na's coming back soon. I don't mind her seeing us." Tong threatened her somewhat shamelessly.

Yan sighed, paused, and finally softly replied, "Demon claws explore the cunt, the little pussy is wet and slippery like mud."

"Good! Good!" Tong clapped his hands and praised loudly, "Our Yan is not only a beauty and a lustful woman, but also a talented woman."Before Yan could speak, Tong continued, "Yan, is this the first time you've called your 'cunt' there?" (Recent rating record for this post: clt2014 +8 gold coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!)

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