Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession (A Betrayer's Confession) - Chapter Forty-Eight: Joining the Club 7

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I hesitated for a moment and asked, "Isn't that a public place? Won't we be exposed?"
"Don't worry at all! Just come on time at eight o'clock tonight!" Ye Ziyan said.
"Okay!" Knowing she wasn't a reckless person, I had no choice but to agree.
"Eight o'clock, see you there!" Ye Ziyan said with a hint of excitement. I replied and was about to hang up when she interrupted, "Oh, and remember to dress smartly, and make sure your wife wears something sexy."
Compared to my nervousness and unease, she was much more excited. I replied helplessly, "Okay!"
"Heh! Bye!" Ye Ziyan smiled and gave him a kiss before hanging up the phone.
Looking at the phone in my hand, I felt a little depressed. This woman always knew how to arouse a man's desire and attract his attention. I was like Pigsy in Journey to the West, bewitched by the beautiful woman Shansa transformed, dancing with her and being completely manipulated. But what angered me even more was that I was actually willing to do it, without the slightest resentment.
I spent the whole day filled with excitement and fear. In the afternoon, I called my wife and told her about my conversation with Ye Ziyan and our appointment to meet that evening. She just gave a simple "oh," which made my feelings even more complicated. I wonder what she was feeling at that moment.
When I got home from get off work, my wife was already getting ready. Walking into the bedroom, I saw her fixing her hair in front of the mirror, and my heart started racing. She had just taken a shower and changed into a low-cut, sleeveless mini dress with a cinched waist. Her arms were smooth and delicate, and as she tucked her hair up, I could see her black bra through the gap in her raised arms. Her slender waist looked incredibly hot, and her rounded hips looked amazing to the touch.
Seeing my staring gaze, my wife couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Silly boy, what are you looking at!"
I walked up to her, put my arm around her slender waist, pinched it twice, and said, "Of course, I'm here to look at the beautiful woman."
She seemed quite pleased that she had captivated me. She stepped out of my embrace, spun around, and asked, "Are you talking about me?"
"Of course! You are the most beautiful woman in my eyes." I exclaimed sincerely. This was from the bottom of my heart. Her beauty was indeed beyond doubt. Arched eyebrows, phoenix eyes, cherry lips, a full chest, a slender waist, a pert bottom, long legs—she had all the beauty of an Eastern woman.
"Correct answer!" She smiled sweetly, rushed to me, hugged me, and rewarded me with a sweet kiss.
I embraced her and returned her kiss passionately, but the thought of her soon lying beneath another man made me feel a little uneasy.
She looked at me and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"It's okay!" I said with a smile.
Of course she knew what I was thinking, and she knew the same thing herself, but she didn't press me further. She reached out and wiped the lipstick off my lips. "Hehe! Go wash it off."
I turned around and saw my mouth and cheeks covered in lipstick marks in the mirror. I gently pinched her cheek and shook it in annoyance.
"Go take a shower and change into something more presentable so they can see how charming my husband is." She chuckled and dodged away, like a mischievous, beautiful little devil.
"Yes, sir." I gave a perfunctory military salute.
After showering, I changed into a white suit, a piece I bought for our wedding years ago. I rarely wear it, and haven't worn it more than a few times in the past few years. When I came out of the bathroom, she was already ready. She doesn't like heavy makeup, and today was no exception; she only lightly touched up her makeup, applying a little color to her eyebrows. She deliberately lengthened the brow line a bit to make her face look more defined and compact. It was the perfect finishing touch, and I could only marvel at her beauty.
She helped me tie my tie, and we stared at each other. She pouted, and said with a hint of resentment, "You could charm any little girl."
She was wearing a low-cut dress, and from my vantage point, I could clearly see the upper half of her breasts peeking out from under her black silk demi-cup—snow-white, full, and gleaming. My hand wandered up to her breasts, kneading them as I said, "You alone are enough to make me swoon."
The silky texture rubbed against my tender flesh, the soft and smooth feel was intoxicating. I gradually increased the pressure, pinching that little grape with my fingers.
She smiled mischievously, slapped my hand away, and glared at me angrily, saying, "Don't move."
Feeling her body soften and her cheeks flush, I knew that if I continued to stimulate her, she would soon reach her limit. I stopped, held her waist, and kissed her forehead. The thought that she would soon be sleeping under another man filled me with a strange melancholy.

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