[Urban] Married Women and Young Wives' Incestuous Relationships (Complete) - 10-12

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Part 24: My Wife's Choice.

My wife is 26 this year, and we've known each other for six years. For those six years, she's always been very well-behaved. I can proudly say that she was my virgin. We've been like that for five years.

As for what caused my wife to change from well-behaved to unruly, it all started last year when we got broadband internet.

Originally, we got broadband to make things easier for work, but after getting home from work in the evenings, we spent more of our time chatting and browsing pornographic websites.

First, it was chatting. My wife started chatting with other men, influenced by me, and began talking about sex and pornography with some men. Later, she started using video to look at other men's penises, and reading pornographic novels and looking at pictures. Then there were BT pornographic movies. All of this captivated my wife. Every night when she got home, she would go straight to the computer and surf the internet. After getting into bed, we would try all sorts of new things, as if we wanted to try everything. Oral sex and anal sex were nothing new to us. From the very beginning, I had guided my wife to do these things. For six years, we could both reach orgasm during sex.

But now I'm no longer satisfied with just one woman serving me; I'm looking for other things to stimulate my senses, like wife-swapping. My wife has also started wanting to experience what it's like to have other men. We're on the same page.

Secondly, my wife, though a mother, has a great figure—curvy, with a baby face, like a girl in her early twenties, and incredibly smooth skin.

She works at a foreign insurance company, so there are many handsome men around. One of them often comes to our house, sometimes driving her home, bringing small gifts, and showering her with attention. But I know she's loyal to me, so I didn't pay much attention.

One summer afternoon last year, while eating, my wife asked me where I was going that afternoon. Since I'm also in sales and often out, I told her I was going to the bank to see the manager, which might be late, or maybe we'd have lunch together.

I asked her what was going on, and she replied, "Nothing."

In the afternoon, I went to the bank as planned, but it turned out they were in a meeting, so I couldn't complete my afternoon plans. Taking a rare break, I sneaked home to sleep in.

However, when I unlocked the door, I found it wasn't locked. My first thought was whether there was a thief or if I'd forgotten to lock it that morning. I quietly opened the door and went inside. But to my utter surprise, I heard a man's groans coming from inside, quite loudly. This made me even more suspicious, so I followed the sound quietly to the bedroom door. Through the glass of the bathroom door, I clearly saw my wife wearing a transparent bra and coat I'd never seen before, kneeling in front of two men, constantly sucking their penises and licking them with her tongue. I was instantly aroused. Just as I was about to grab a knife from the kitchen, my penis miraculously swelled up, and my legs felt like they were glued to my feet. I pulled out my own penis and began stroking it to match the actions inside the room.

I didn't recognize either of the men, but I was certain they weren't my wife's colleagues. One looked very strong, and the other looked rather thin, but both of their penises in my wife's mouth appeared incredibly erect. My wife was still trying her best to suck on them when the strong man grabbed my wife's hair, turned her head towards him, and forcefully pushed her head down, shoving his entire penis into her mouth. The thinner man squatted down behind her and played with my wife's genitals, occasionally slapping her white, tender buttocks with his hand. With each slap, my wife would let out a lewd moan, as if she were begging for pleasure.

Then, the sounds of spanking grew louder and louder, while my wife licked the burly man's penis even more diligently. A lot of saliva dripped from her body onto the floor. Just then, the two men lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. The thin man quickly sat on the edge of the bed, and my wife rolled over and knelt before him, beginning to kiss and lick his nipples. Her high, round buttocks were fully displayed to the burly man. He pulled out a belt from his pants and rhythmically whipped her buttocks. My wife moaned as she continued to lick diligently. After a while, the man sitting on the edge of the bed gestured for my wife to lick his penis, which she obediently did. Meanwhile, the burly man behind her roughly inserted his left thumb and forefinger into my wife's vagina and anus, thrusting rapidly. My wife couldn't withstand such stimulation and collapsed. The burly man got onto the bed and picked my wife up from behind. The penis landed precisely on the skinny man's penis, and my wife straddled him. I could hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh from outside. My wife moaned lasciviously, her whole body pressed against the man's. The burly man seized the opportunity, forcefully pressing down on my wife's buttocks, lifting his penis, and thrusting it into her anus. The sudden attack made my wife scream in pain, but the pain seemed insignificant in the face of pleasure. After a series of attacks from both ends, my wife climaxed, but she still desperately arched her buttocks to accommodate the entry of two penises, her moans continuing. I could see from outside that the burly man was drenched in sweat. About five minutes later, the burly man finally howled and ejaculated into my wife's anus. The skinny man also ejaculated shortly after. My wife lay there weakly, but the man wouldn't let her rest, making her lick the remaining semen off his penis before he would stop.

I had already given up completely outside, but now I was thinking about how to break this stalemate. It was already past 4 PM. Regaining my composure, I rushed into the room and shouted, "What's going on here?"

My wife seemed startled, her body trembling, staring blankly at me. The two men got out of bed and quickly dressed. The burly man put his hand on my shoulder and called out, "Brother, don't be angry!"

I pushed his hand away. He continued, "You can have our wives anytime, it just depends on whether your brother will mind."

At this moment, my wife, sitting on the bed, said, "

Honey, don't be angry. They're members of a wife-swapping club. We can attend their gatherings now. We pay a small annual fee, and it happens every two weeks.

You can play with any of their wives. Besides, it's just sex; it won't involve any feelings. Everyone's just looking for a little excitement."

I sat blankly on the edge of the bed, watching the two men get dressed and leave. My wife pulled me close, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, and said, "

Don't be angry. I'll tell you beforehand everything from now on. And you can find other women too. I agree. We can all serve you together."

Seeing my wife's wanton appearance, I couldn't resist pulling out my penis. My wife, understanding the situation, started licking it. I slipped my hand into her already lubricated vagina, thrusting and probing repeatedly. And so, we completed a very stimulating sexual encounter.

After that, every night after getting into bed, my wife was very proactive in wanting sex, and each time her desire was strong, and the sex was intense.

My wife told me that from now on, every Saturday night would be a wife-swapping night at that strong man's house. His house was a villa; we could play in the living room or go into the rooms. The men and women there were very open, and I could play without worry.

Hearing this made me incredibly eager. All thoughts of ethics and morality vanished. I couldn't wait for Saturday to come, so I could try other women and see my wife being fucked so wantonly again.

3. After finally making it to Saturday for the party, my wife and I slept in until 1 p.m. If someone hadn't rang the doorbell, we wouldn't know when we would have woken up. I ran out to open the door, and my wife quickly got up and said:

Who is it at this hour!

As soon as I opened the door, it was a delivery person. I said, "It's mail. I don't know who brought you this." I signed for it and closed the door. My wife, upon hearing it was a delivery, quickly ran out, took the package from my hand, and looked at it. I leaned over to look too. The signature was "Mrs. Rose." I laughed and said, "Who uses a name like that these days? Are they crazy?

Hurry up and open it to see what's inside."

But my wife mysteriously said, "You'll find out tonight. It's a secret for now. I won't see it no matter what." Then she ran into the room and locked the door from the inside.

I figured I'd find out tonight anyway, so I said, "

Fine, I won't see it. It's no big deal."

Of course, I found out what happened later when I went there.

That afternoon, we showered, ate, and changed clothes early. My wife had me put on a very casual outfit, while she wore a completely backless top and jeans. Her reason was that it would be easier to take them off there, and she had also brought a change of clothes and a towel.

Time flew by, and it was 7 o'clock in the blink of an eye. My wife and I drove for half an hour and arrived at the burly man's house. He greeted us very warmly, and after introductions, I learned that he was the son of the owner of the largest real estate company in our city.

At this point, I saw that there were already six people in his house besides my wife and me—four men and two women—chatting together, with drinks and snacks nearby.

We quickly sat down, and the burly man busied himself introducing me to his other friends. Actually, I wasn't paying much attention at that time; I was just constantly looking at the two women, whose clothing was quite revealing.

We quickly blended in with them and chatted quite happily.

After about half an hour, the burly man stood up and said, "

This is our group for tonight's activities—five men and three women. As for what we'll be doing, we won't say for now. Let the ladies go change first; we'll know when they come out. Okay, now please, the three beautiful ladies, go to your rooms to change."

We continued chatting in the living room.

About an hour later, the curly-haired girl came out carrying a tray. She was wearing only a thong and a leather collar around her neck with a small metal ring on it. I thought it was probably from an online SM game, and as I thought about it, my penis started to get hard, and I felt a strange excitement.

She walked to the coffee table in the middle of the sofa where we were sitting and knelt down. Only then did I see the contents of her tray: a soft whip, a riding crop, a syringe, chains, candles, metal clamps, and so on.

The burly man gestured for her to put down the tray and whispered a few words in her ear. The curly-haired girl stood up, turned around, and went back into the room.

A short while later, the door opened, and the curly-haired girl reappeared, holding two chains. Next came my wife and another long-haired girl, both crawling out naked. Only then did I realize the chains were around their necks—their only adornments. They crawled slowly, their hips swaying as if teasing us, but their heads remained bowed.

I guessed it was out of shyness.

They crawled to the coffee table, where the burly man stood up, casually stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "

Tonight's program is SM. Lisa (my wife) and Joan are playing the roles of bitches; they'll be the victims tonight. I hope you all have a good time."

He then stroked my wife and Joan's heads, while the curly-haired girl took a soft whip from the tray and began playing with it on their buttocks.

Just as we were all admiring the three beauties playing with each other and getting aroused, the curly-haired woman suddenly raised her whip and lashed it hard across my wife's buttocks. With a cry of "Ah!",

several red welts immediately appeared on my wife's buttocks.

The burly man wasn't idle either; his hands slid down their heads to their buttocks, stroking them back and forth.

The curly-haired woman then led Joan to me and knelt down, saying, "

Master, this is your dog for tonight. I hope you have fun."

Then she led my wife to the other three men and said the same thing.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning.

I took the chain the curly-haired woman had given me and pulled Joan to my feet. I imitated the burly man, stroking Joan's hair and skin. It was then that I noticed how smooth and white Joan's skin was, and how tender it felt to the touch.

As I touched her, I watched my wife across from me. She had already started servicing the three men opposite her. She was still kneeling like a dog, licking the burly man's toes with her lewd head, and she was doing it very diligently.

Seeing my wife's lewd appearance made me even more excited. I pressed Joan's head down, signaling her to lick my toes. Joan complied and began cleaning my toes, licking them one by one, even between the toes, afraid of missing any place. My wife across from me was also licking the three men non-stop. Suddenly, one of the men across from us stood up and took off his clothes. My wife cooperated and turned around to give him oral sex. I saw her licking from the inside of his thighs, her tongue lightly gliding over them. The two men behind her started using their hands. One played with my wife's genitals, and the other grabbed my wife's breasts, kneading them incessantly. My wife quickly let out a moan.

Joan was also very enthusiastic. She started by taking off my pants and giving me oral sex. Her tongue circled around my glans, occasionally swallowing my entire penis. I could imagine the glans was almost touching my throat.

Then she kept licking and sucking, and my penis felt like it was about to burst, which was incredibly pleasurable and comfortable.

So, while I enjoyed Joan's services, I watched my wife being played with and licked lewdly.

After a while, the burly man stood up, picked up the soft whip, and began to rhythmically whip my wife. My wife was giving oral sex to the other two men while moaning in pain but also lewdly. As the whip speed increased, my wife's moans became more and more strained. The burly man stepped on my wife's waist and said, "

This is what happens when you disobey. Tonight, you are our bitches to play with. If you disobey, you will be severely punished. Joan, you will be the same, understand?"

Joan nodded. Just then, the burly man came over, grabbed Joan's hair, and slapped her hard across the face, telling her:

"Answer 'Yes, Master!'"

Joan immediately answered and admitted her mistake.

At this moment, I gestured for the curly-haired woman to come over and perform oral sex on me, while I ordered Joan to lick the curly-haired woman's genitals.

The curly-haired woman's oral skills were indeed impressive. Her tongue roamed over my penis, not missing an inch, and slid between the folds of my glans. Later, I simply grabbed her legs and made them both lick my anus. Joan and the curly-haired woman took turns licking, one after the other. After a while, the curly-haired woman grabbed Joan's hair and ordered her to sit between me. I let out a comfortable "oh." Joan moved on top of me, and although I couldn't see my wife, I still played with Joan's breasts while digging into the curly-haired woman's anus. Under my influence, they both started moaning, which, combined with my wife's moans, was simply wonderful. The curly-haired woman wasn't to be outdone; sometimes she would run down to lick my anus, and sometimes she would come up to me and make me lick her breasts.

After a while, the burly man came over and told me: "

Now it's time to wash the bitches' (Joan and my wife) backsides."

After saying that, he ordered Joan to come down. Only then did I see that my wife was also being led by that burly man. "Washing down there" meant enemas, and then we could have anal sex.

The burly man made them stick their buttocks up high, and then had the curly-haired woman bring several large cartons of Yili milk, cutting them open one by one. The burly man said that since I was new, I would be the one to give the enemas today.

As he spoke, he picked up a syringe and drew up a full syringe of milk for me. I looked at it, and the syringe was a full 200cc. Looking at the two round, snow-white buttocks right in front of me, I reached out and touched them, then slapped my wife's buttocks hard, cursing in my heart, "slut!"

and began to insert the syringe into my wife's anus, pushing hard from behind. My wife let out a muffled "Ah!" and stuck her buttocks up even higher.

Next was Joan. After injecting 600cc into each of them, I picked up the whip and lashed their buttocks hard, dozens of times, before putting down the whip.

Then the curly-haired woman took out two basins and made them squat on them to defecate.

The burly man then said, "After you're done, eat your own stuff."

I couldn't quite imagine it, but it was also very exciting.

They started defecating. The milk that came out had turned yellow, mixed with their own feces. My wife's was very runny, while Joan's was granular.

My wife was very obedient, crawling around and turning her head to lick and drink her own excrement with her tongue. Joan felt a little disgusted, but under the burly man's intimidation, she closed her eyes and drank it. My wife drank with great gusto, but the whip behind them continued to lash her and Joan's buttocks like raindrops. With a "smack, smack" sound, my wife ate all the feces in the milk and knelt in front of me, waiting for the next instruction.

Joan's feces were granular, making them difficult to swallow, but she still managed to swallow them. I could see that even with her eyes closed, tears were squeezing out from the corners of her eyes. Finally, Joan finished eating too.

At this moment, the burly man led his wife and Joan to two pre-prepared plastic doghouses. He tied the chain to Joan in front of the doghouse with Joan's name on it, pointed to the door, and said to Joan, "

Go in!"

Joan didn't dare to delay and quickly crawled into the doghouse. While his wife hesitated, the burly man slapped her across the face and said, "

You lowly dog, do as I say!"

After saying that, he kicked his wife's buttocks, forcing her to crawl into his doghouse.

Then, the burly man turned to us and said, "Alright, today's SM game is temporarily over. Now, my good slave, Afi, will serve us."

As he spoke, the curly-haired woman walked up to me and began licking my penis. After licking for a while, she turned to give the curly-haired man oral sex, occasionally playing with her clitoris, her buttocks sticking up high, as if teasing me.

Her round, firm buttocks were too much for me to resist. I walked behind her and thrust hard with my waist. She let out a muffled "Ah." I began to thrust into her, sometimes hard, sometimes slow, leaving her bewildered. Finally, she knelt weakly on the ground, letting me thrust into her from behind. Soon, another round of hard thrusting followed. I felt her juices flow down her inner thighs, wetting both of us.

At this moment, the burly man walked over to me and said, "

Let's take turns." So I pulled out and had her perform oral sex on me, while the burly man immediately filled my hole.

We did this for about 45 minutes, one after the other, until we ejaculated. The burly man ejaculated inside her vagina, while I ejaculated in her mouth. Afterward, she cleaned our penises with her mouth and then turned to serve the other two men.

When everyone was finished and tired, they lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the urge to urinate. Still half-asleep, I heard my wife moaning. Opening my eyes, I saw her straddling a man, writhing her hips, her face pressed against the burly man's buttocks. It was clear she was licking his anus. The man was holding her head down, trying to bury it deep between his buttocks. Meanwhile, Joan was giving another man oral sex.

I watched silently, and with the added pressure of needing to urinate, my penis quickly became erect. As I watched, I kept stroking it, thinking, "I never thought my wife was so shameless. Now I can bring women home to sleep with me too, haha!"

Just then, I had a spasm and ejaculated. The pleasure had transcended morality; it felt so good!

Although I needed to urinate, I wasn't in a hurry to go to the toilet. I wanted to finish watching this spectacle before going.

The wife diligently licked the burly man's anus, while the man would occasionally turn around, sometimes stroking her head, sometimes choking her neck, slapping her, and spitting on her. Yet, the wife found psychological relief and physical pleasure in this humiliation, oppression, and abuse.

She responded to the man's saliva, even swallowing it. Soon, the man beneath her pushed her down, forcing her to perform oral sex. Like an obedient bitch, she turned and began performing oral sex, licking his scrotum and anus. The man, enjoying the licking, grabbed his thighs, exposing his anus to her. She licked even more vigorously. Seeing her large, upturned buttocks, the man began penetrating her from behind. She licked her front while twisting her hips to meet his thrusts, busy and happy. Meanwhile, Joan was being fucked by another man, moaning incessantly.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran to the two doghouses, grabbed my wife's hair, and forced her head between my buttocks. While enjoying the pleasure of being fucked, she started licking my anus, even sticking her tongue inside. I turned around and asked, "

You slut, does it taste good?"

My wife replied,

"Yes, Master, it tastes great, I like it! Please give me some golden sauce!"

I knew that so-called golden sauce was just shit. I didn't expect my wife to like eating shit, but I still slapped her and said, "

You don't deserve it!"

I walked up to Joan, gestured for him to open his mouth, and said, "

Want to be Master's potty?"

Joan nodded and opened her mouth wide. I aimed my penis at Joan's mouth and started urinating, sometimes deliberately spraying urine onto Joan's face, hair, and body. After I finished urinating, Joan swallowed the remaining urine in her mouth and then began to give me oral sex. She even took the initiative to lick my anus. Perhaps it was at this moment that I realized I had asked my wife to lick my anus.

As I enjoyed licking the anus, I turned my head and saw my wife being fucked by that man, while licking the strong man's anus. There was a pile of steaming hot golden sauce on the ground. After licking the strong man's anus, my wife started eating the golden sauce. My wife was eating with such difficulty, but driven by pleasure and lust, she lost all reason and kept using her tongue to put the golden sauce into her mouth.

Although it was filthy, it aroused me. I stood up and started fucking Joan. We took turns fucking Joan's two holes, I fucked her anus, which felt tighter, and I was on top, so I could move more freely. After about a few hundred thrusts, I got up and used my gloved hand to ejaculate onto Joan's back.

The man below, with Joan licking his mouth, also ejaculated completely into her mouth.

At this time, my wife was kneeling in front of the two men, constantly licking their penises with both hands. Finally, all the semen was shot onto my wife's face. At this point, all the activities of the weekend came to an end. My

wife and I woke up in the morning, washed up, and left the mysterious villa.

IV. Two Women Serving One Husband I drove, and we were both relatively silent in the car, not talking much about what happened last night. No one broke the silence until we got home.

It was almost noon, and my wife diligently went to cook. I, however, was still immersed in the incestuous sex of the previous night, so I went online and looked at some foreign sex websites.

At 12:30, my wife called me for lunch. By then, I was already hungry, so I quickly went to the dining room. My wife served me food and sat intimately on my lap, saying, "

Honey, was last night good? Exciting?"

As she spoke, she stuck her tongue into my ear, stirring it around, and her buttocks swayed on my lap.

I replied,

"Great!"

Actually, the pleasure last night was something I'd never experienced before in my life—exciting, comfortable. I looked forward to the next encounter.

Watching my wife move so freely on top of me, and thinking about how I'd become the sex toy for all the men in the villa last night, a surge of pleasure welled up inside me. I picked her up, carried her back to the room, and threw her heavily onto the bed. My wife said haughtily, "

What are you doing?"

I ignored her, grabbed her hair, and dragged my wife off the bed, coldly saying, "

Kneel down!"

My wife didn't dare speak, obediently kneeling before me with her head bowed.

I used my foot to lift her chin and put my toes in her mouth. Only then did she understand my intention, quickly licking each of my toes meticulously, her tongue roaming over them. I then sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the emperor-like service my wife was providing—or rather, servitude.

My wife was like a female dog, her hands on the ground, relentlessly licking my feet.

After a while, I simply unzipped my pants, and my wife, understanding my intention, pulled them down as well. She rubbed her face around my penis, and it quickly became erect. My wife first used her hand to stroke it, then took it into her mouth. She sucked so intently, slowly swallowing my entire penis, submerging it deep in her throat, before slowly lifting her head and spitting it out. I felt the strong suction. My wife also licked the sensitive area of my glans and my anus, even sticking her tongue inside. This sudden pleasure, combined with my sexual fantasies, quickly made me intoxicated. I told my wife to mount me, and she obediently did so, using her hand to guide my penis into her vagina. She wrapped her legs around my calves and began thrusting in and out. But what surprised me was how much more stimulating and pleasurable this time at home was compared to previous times!

As I enjoyed myself, I told my wife my idea. She didn't answer, but her face turned bright red.

Finally, I ejaculated in her mouth

and ordered her to swallow it, which she did.

After dinner, we planned to have a nice nap, but we couldn't fall asleep at first. I said to my wife, "

Why do we have to wait until Saturday to do something so exciting? We can do it at home whenever we have time!"

My wife readily agreed and even asked me to prepare for it. Little did she know, I was already planning a long-term two-women-one-husband scheme.

I had been brewing this idea and even went to bars to find girls to hang out with, but I couldn't find any. Finally, I had no choice but to go to that burly man, because I knew he had far more connections in this area than I did.

We agreed to meet at a bar. He arrived first, and when I found him, he was embracing a very sexy girl and occasionally putting his hand inside her skirt.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with him, I asked if he knew any girls like that, and told him my thoughts. He listened with great interest, whispered a few words to the girl next to him, then pushed her towards me, saying, "

Brother, since you're here, she's yours tonight. Have fun!

This is easy, she'll tell you what to do tonight!

I'll find another pretty girl to keep me company.

That's it, call me if you need anything."

With that, he got up and wandered around the bar looking for his "prey."

Looking at this girl more closely, she had very fair skin, and her breasts were incredibly alluring—I think they were probably a 34D.

She had long hair, and her figure was, needless to say, amazing. After hearing the burly man's words, she leaned against my shoulder, constantly stroking my chest, and said very intimately, "

Brother, my name is Ah Lian. Tonight I'm yours. Where are you going to take me?"

Her sweet voice intoxicated me, and without thinking, I said, "

Back to my place!"

She then asked,

"What about your wife? What if she comes home?"

Clearly, she didn't know that my wife and I are quite open about this. I told her not to worry and drove her home.

My wife was taking a shower and was surprised that I was home so early. She ran out of the bathroom without clothes on, but she was also a little surprised to see me bring a woman home. However, she quickly figured out what was going on and didn't think much of it. The girl was also very sweet-talking, calling me "sister" as she went into the bathroom with my wife, and they even talked about cosmetics.

I stayed in the living room watching TV, waiting for them to come and serve me.

A little while later, my wife called me. I ran to the bathroom and saw them taking a bubble bath. My wife asked me to join them. Watching them kiss while bathing was truly intoxicating. I quickly took off all my clothes and stepped into the bathtub. And so, the two of them took turns bathing me.

This was the first time I had ever experienced such domestic bliss.

The shower took about an hour. After I got dressed and came out, the two women mischievously told me to leave first, saying they'd come out later for a surprise.

I shrugged, left the bathroom, ran back to my room, got into bed, turned on the TV, and put on one of my favorite classic Western porn movies, wondering what those two women were up to.

The movie showed three black men having sex with a white woman; the scene was intense, a threesome that got my blood pumping, but they didn't come in. I had to watch and wait. About half an hour passed before they came in. Both women were wearing incredibly sexy lingerie, one after the other, carrying a dozen stockings.

My wife said, "

Honey, close your eyes. We'll make you feel good.

" A-Lian also hummed in agreement. It seemed the two women had planned this all along in the bathroom.

I closed my eyes, and they made me lie down. Then they started tying my hands and feet to the foot of the bed with the stockings, forming a "大" (da) shape—or rather, a "太" (tai) shape.

Finally, they blindfolded me with a pair of stockings. I opened my eyes and could still see them, but not clearly.

They began to caress me, from my head, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, penis, and inner thighs. At this moment, A-Lian placed her breasts on my face, moving them back and forth. I stuck out my tongue, trying to lick her nipples, but it was like playing hide-and-seek with me; I just couldn't reach them. Finally, she pressed her entire chest against my face, letting me lick this warm, exquisite woman to my heart's content.

At this time, my wife stroked my penis, scrotum, and anus with her hands, pressing her face against them and rubbing them incessantly. My penis quickly became erect. Then, A-Lian turned around and sat on my face, her vulva directly facing my mouth, her thick pubic hair twisting and rubbing against my face. I stuck out my tongue, licking her clitoris and drinking her vaginal fluid. She moaned on top of me, twisting her hips even more violently.

My wife didn't stop either. She was licking my glans and anus from below. Soon, she mounted me, her whole body pressed against mine, her mouth close to mine, occasionally engaging in tongue sex with me, and also licking Ah Lian's clitoris. This kind of sex made me extremely excited.

After my wife had been thrusting up and down for a few hundred times, they switched positions. Ah Lian performed oral sex on me for a while, then mounted me, and my wife made me perform oral sex on her. My wife's vagina and Ah Lian's vagina didn't smell much different, so even after sex, there was no strange smell. As I licked my wife's vulva, the vaginal fluid flowing out flowed into my mouth. I swirled it with my tongue and then inserted it into my wife's vagina. My wife made loud moans and even pinched my nipples. Ah Lian below was also moaning. It was practically a "symphony of lust." Finally, I ejaculated inside Ah Lian's vagina. The three of us were exhausted and fell asleep on my big bed.

The next day, I couldn't get up either, so I skipped work and stayed home, cuddling with my two beauties in bed until 2 PM.

My wife went to make food, and Ah Lian and I watched TV in the living room. I said to her,

"Why don't you stay and live with us?"

She hesitated, but before she could answer, I cut her off, saying, "

My wife and I won't mistreat you here, and you can have your own job, my friend!

Don't say anything more, it's settled."

My wife came out of the kitchen and said "okay" repeatedly.

And so, the three of us formed a family, a family that every man envied.

Ah Lian became my second wife.

In the days that followed, my first wife took care of external affairs, and my second wife took care of internal affairs. I truly lived the life of an emperor.

Although I had two wives, they would sometimes cheat on me, seducing other men. But thinking back, I also often went out and fooled around, so it was fair to let them have their own affairs. I

didn't hold a grudge against them. In short, that's life.

In the words of that burly man:

Brother, you should be content. If my wife were willing, I would listen to her in everything.

And now, some Saturday gatherings are held at my house, and my two wives take good care of me, having a great time.

[End]

Chapter 25 My wife

and his wife are still unforgettable. Later, I learned that the man under the wall that time was Zhong. He was a very refined person. During the days I was away, she and Zhong had frequent dates. Once, when I came back, I found a pair of black stockings hanging on the balcony. I rarely wear stockings, and they are all the same brand. It's my habit. I asked my wife who had stayed there. My wife didn't hide it from me and said it was Zhong. I asked, "Didn't you say you two had broken up because you didn't have feelings for each other?"

My wife said that when she was busy, she didn't think about him. But when I wasn't there, when Zhong called her or asked her to go shopping or eat out, she couldn't control her impulses because of his words or some ambiguous actions. In the end, she always completely gave

up her defenses because of Zhong's question, "Do you still want to be a mother?" Zhong always said, "Why suppress yourself?

Didn't we have feelings for each other before?"

"Weren't you happy too?"

I thought to myself, "We've already been intimate with this man, so there's really no need to act so reserved in front of him. It would only make him laugh at me..." "So you still slept with him in the end?"

I couldn't really hear what my wife said after that. The phrase "Do you still want to be a mother?" kept echoing in my mind

, grating me with shame. Yet, deep down, a strange pleasure also welled up, alternating between the two, making me feel uncomfortable, insulted, and indescribable.

That May day, I arrived home late at night. I opened the door and went inside. My wife was asleep. I went to the bathroom to wash up. I habitually glanced at the wastebasket; it was another large wad of toilet paper, layered and stacked. I tried to ignore it, but I picked it up anyway. My heart started racing. I unwrapped it; the last few wads were rolled up, the dried liquid inside sticking together. This sight made my heart sink, violently struck by a strange, bitter feeling.

I knew, but I still couldn't resist bringing it to my nose and sniffing it. That unmistakable male bodily waste excited me, a mixture of a sour, oppressive feeling and something else.

I left the bathroom and gently opened the washing machine; there was a pillowcase inside.

I know my wife's habits best. I picked it up, feeling the stiffness of the dried liquid on the fabric. I started to feel excited, lost in my fantasies.

Back in the bedroom, my wife was fast asleep. I pulled back the covers; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts round and soft, nestled comfortably like plump jade rabbits on her chest. Such a beautiful woman, yet she had been violated and defiled just hours before. Thinking this, I lay down, trying to inhale deeply at her entrance. The familiar scent of her body carried a hot, pungent smell, the afterglow of intense penetration by a man, making me feel hot all over and my head throbbing. Unable to resist, I quickly pulled down my pants, gently parted my wife's legs, and slowly pressed my penis against her entrance. I used my fingers to separate one side of her labia and gently inserted my penis into her slightly parted vulva. It was a little dry; my wife moved. I didn't care whether she was awake or pretending to be asleep. I felt her vaginal cavity twitch slightly. I withdrew and buried my head in her clitoris, using my fingers to search for the small, red, and perky clitoris inside her slightly parted mouth. I gently rubbed and pushed against her with my fingers, and my wife's vagina began to tremble and clench intermittently. Slippery fluid gradually appeared around my fingers. I rolled over and slowly pressed my hard penis against my wife's vaginal opening again. The fluid had already appeared on the petals of her clitoris. I dabbed on the fluid, and with a thrust of my hips, my penis entered my wife's warm and soft cavity. I thrust in the darkness, imagining whether the man in the same position as me an hour ago was doing the same thing.

Can I continue to explore and enjoy the cavity that my wife has already fully explored? My tip searches and strikes inside my wife's warm body. I always feel another object moving intensely with me, a body within a body, that's what I think. I don't feel unnatural at all. In this feeling, I move more violently. I arch my wife's legs and like to lift her plump buttocks so that I can penetrate deeper. I am fighting with the object of that virtual man, competing to see who can penetrate deeper and last longer in this woman's body. I feel that everywhere I go, there are traces left by his weapon. I just effortlessly pass through the cavity that the previous man explored. I can feel the clues that the man left inside my wife's body. These clues are deeply imprinted in my wife's tender and soft vaginal cavity. I can't imagine if my wife, who is pretending to be asleep, is also comparing, but I can't deny that both men in front and behind can give her excitement and pleasure.

My wife's vaginal walls began to clamp down, her vaginal walls perhaps already adjusting to the second visitor hours later. The impact was similar, but the difference lay in the man's scent, the angle, the force, and the position. I wanted to penetrate deeper, to surpass the very depths reached by the man who had been there a few hours earlier. I didn't know the outcome of the comparison, but my wife's juices were flowing more and more abundantly. I think she felt this most keenly; perhaps the sheer volume of her juices spoke volumes about her pleasure.

She was like a delicate peach, offering her juicy core to the men who wanted to taste her.

My wife's full hips began to sway, and her vagina began to rub against me. In this state, I reached my peak of excitement, violently ejaculating inside my wife's body, still bearing the traces of that man. I held my wife tightly in my arms, and we reached our climax together.

During my embrace and kiss, my wife revealed that Zhong had left around 1 a.m. "How will he explain to his wife if he gets home late?" I said this, intending to sting her and make her realize her place in my heart. Still buzzing with excitement, she recounted the events of the previous night, saying that Zhong had only wanted to take her home, and he had hugged her at the door. She was anxious and angry, afraid of being seen by the neighbors and feeling ashamed. Luckily, the hallway lights were quiet and quickly went out. She was too afraid to move, and Zhong suddenly slipped his hand inside her clothes, kissing her and kneading her breasts. My wife felt powerless. Zhong then grabbed her hand and made her touch his groin, which was already swollen. His hand then slipped inside her pants, quickly reaching in. My wife only realized she was wet when his fingers slid in smoothly, but she hadn't noticed before. "Afterwards..." "Where did you come from?"

my wife stammered. I pressed her for an answer. I don't know how we got home, I just know he was holding me, he helped me open the door with the key, and then we were in the bedroom... I wasn't satisfied, so I continued to "interrogate" her. In her description, I felt like I was in that hot and passionate scene, "seeing" my wife's clothes scattered on the floor. Before he could even take them off, he thrust his hungry penis into my wife's already wet and throbbing vagina. My wife's empty lower body desperately needed the comfort of the man in front of her who wasn't her husband. When she was in ecstasy, she would instinctively hug my strong waist... Finally, I thought of the crumpled tissues in the bathroom, the pillowcase in the washing machine... I couldn't stop my fantasies. My wife was already slightly drowsy, her arms wrapped around my neck. I gently let go of her arms around my neck, tiptoed to the bathroom, and released my second burst of excitement and resentment onto that pillowcase.

I don't want Zhong and my wife to get too close. I sense the tension in the air before a storm. My wife says she only experiences sexual pleasure with Zhong, not emotional connection. But time and again, she can't resist Zhong's sexual advances. She mentions him more and more. In our daily life, she'll say things like, "Zhong didn't seem well at work today, is something wrong at home?" or "He told me his clothes looked nice and pretty."

During our sex life, when I mention imaginary men taking turns with her, it's always when I mention Zhong's name that her vagina tightens the most and she's most aroused. I've specifically asked her what it is about Zhong that makes her so attached and unforgettable.

She said she didn't know, but he smelled good. The scent emanating from his body and armpits when he was on top of her aroused her even more. His movements were always gentle and measured; he could give her the perfect pleasure with his hard, masculine member when she was most desperate… At this point, I began to feel that this man named Zhong was simply a devil. I, who had never taken this seriously before, began to seriously consider the consequences. But when I met Zhong, he always smiled humbly, was impeccably dressed, and extremely polite to me. You could never imagine that this charming man was the same man who had repeatedly undressed my wife and laid her on our bed for our trysts. It seemed there was always an indelible smell of his armpits in our bedding, and his scent hanging on the balcony… On the stage, his black stockings were drying in the sun; the crumpled paper in the wastebasket; the many pillowcases he'd thrown away for me. I began to hate this man, but I didn't know how to vent this hatred. I couldn't tell anyone that he was my wife's lover, whom I had previously tacitly approved of. We had played games with my wife together; we had even taken turns caressing and penetrating her on my bed. I didn't want to argue or quarrel with my wife about this. I liked her happiness; she felt like a pampered noblewoman, surrounded by two men, without a care in the world. Her laughter filled the house. When I was home, she was always with me, only occasionally mentioning his name and other things unintentionally. I could tell she didn't mean it, but the happiness was real. She no longer suggested meeting new friends; even when I showed her a video of her meeting someone, she only said a few words before forwarding it to me and going to watch TV.

I thought it was his unique sexual methods and techniques that made her infatuated, so I started telling her how amazing and extraordinary Guan Hui was.

Hui is a friend on our dedicated QQ account. Because he's big and burly and not very talkative, he's quite different from our previous casual sex partners. My wife describes him as vulgar. I've met him several times in Jinan. My interactions with him are mostly based on the feeling that he listens to my feelings; he's very warm and understanding. Whenever I go to Jinan, I always ask him to drink and chat with me if I have free time. The more we interact, the more he wants to meet my wife, but she says she doesn't feel anything after seeing him on video. So I told my wife about my offline feelings for him, saying he's a good person and she could try dating him. During that time... I was very friendly with Hui, but I never thought about getting to know him. I didn't want to force him. Once, while we were drinking, Hui asked me to talk about my wife having a threesome with someone else. During the conversation, Hui kept pressing me for details. Finally, Hui did something that surprised me. He said, "Brother, come here." As he spoke, he pulled me to the bathroom. In front of the toilet, he pulled on his zipper and pretended to urinate. Then he turned around, and a huge, hard penis suddenly jumped out in front of me. I didn't expect him to do this. I was too embarrassed to look at the genitals of a man. So afterwards, I could only vaguely recall his thick pubic hair and that very thick black penis.

A little bewildered, I left the restroom. Five or six minutes later, he returned to his seat and said he had just masturbated. I couldn't believe it. He said it was too stimulating and he couldn't control himself. I laughed and said to him, "With such a big thing, your wife will definitely like it." He said, "My wife doesn't even want to see me, how could she like me?"

I patted my chest and said, "Don't worry about your wife, I'll definitely make her want me." After drinking, I regretted it, but I couldn't go back on my word, and Hui is really a good person, so I couldn't break my promise. In my personality, a man breaking his word is a shameful thing, neither at work nor in life.

Actually, it was also related to Hui's actions in the restroom that time. In my imagination, my wife being penetrated by such a rather clumsy, large-penised man would be the most stimulating thing for me.

I fantasized about the moment Hui's thick, dark penis would squeeze into my wife's vagina... When I got home, I told my wife about it. She laughed and said Hui was quite funny. I then embellished the story by describing how thick and long Hui's penis was. My wife looked at me incredulously. I said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it." My wife didn't say anything, just smiled and went to do her chores.

I found an opportunity to invite Hui to our city. No one could come to the house without my wife's permission. We ate out. My wife was initially reluctant, but after my repeated requests, she probably felt bad that he had come all this way to see her, and also because I told her Hui really liked her, she felt a little better. So she dressed up and went anyway. Afterwards, my wife commented on the specially groomed Hui, saying, "He looks alright, but he's dark and looks a bit dirty." I retorted, "Do you just like pretty boys? He's not very sweet-talking, but he's a good person." My wife didn't even raise an eyebrow and said, "I don't feel anything.

You want him to come to you, right?"

I was speechless, but I still couldn't give up, also because of my promise.

As arranged, Hui came to our city again.

I told my wife that Hui was in ** on business and was careless; his money was stolen. I trusted him, so I suggested he stay at our house and go back tomorrow. Later, I thought my wife might have sensed something, but she didn't stop him. I wondered if she was just trying to appease me and hoping I wouldn't mind her relationship with Zhong. She didn't question me much and agreed to let Hui come, but only to stay in the study.

I settled Hui in the study and gave him the computer. He wanted to read my articles, so I pulled it up for him. I teased him softly, saying, "From tonight onwards, you'll also appear in my articles. If you don't mind..." He said, "Sure, I really want to be the protagonist in your articles, but please don't write about my personal details." I said, "That's for sure. I'll write about you objectively, except for some of your personal situations." He cheerfully said, "It doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied just to be here with you."

My wife and I were watching TV in the bedroom with the door slightly ajar. Hui went to the bathroom for a long time, and I had a thought. After he went back to his study, I went to check on him. I opened the washing machine and found that my wife's bras and panties had been rummaged through. My guess was right; Hui must have smelled my wife's underwear there. Later, I asked him on QQ, and he admitted it, saying it was because of his fondness and affection for his sister-in-law.

I told him this in the study and then went back to the bedroom. My wife didn't ask anything and continued watching TV. Around 11 p.m., we turned off the TV and went to sleep. I had pre-loaded a very intense movie on the DVD player. While my wife was half asleep, I started to get restless, my hands wandering over her body, ears, and buttocks. She started to get aroused. I suggested calling Hui over, but she shook her head and whispered, "No." So I stopped talking and continued to tease her. I sucked on her soft earlobe. My wife was like a gracefully writhing snake beneath me. She held my head. I turned on the bedside lamp, actually to let her lie face down in the bedroom. Looking out the window, we looked like two lustful, hot bodies writhing under the warm glow of the lamp. I turned on the TV and DVD player, which were in sleep mode, and the screen showed the same passionate bodies. My wife's eyes were half-closed as she looked at the screen. I probed my fingers into her vagina, which was already wet. I didn't rush in; I just circled my fingers around her vulva, then slipped them inside briefly, then pulled them out, continuing to circle them with her juices, then gently probing in again, then pulling them out. My fingers only gave my wife a feeling of fullness that she needed more. She started pulling me towards her, her hands groping for my penis and stroking it.

I got up, pulled the pillowcase over her face, and then stood up, rubbing my glans against her vulva. My wife twisted slightly as she was rubbed, her hips moving up, down, left, and right beneath me. My glans was covered in her juices, glistening under the lamp. I waved to Hui at the window, and the door opened softly. Hui was barefoot, his briefs bulging uncomfortably; his penis couldn't even be contained within them. At first, he held onto the hem of his briefs, afraid it would pop out, but in the end, he stopped displaying his desire. I casually pulled off my shorts, and there stood another strange man, whose large, thick penis, which didn't belong in this bedroom, protruding in front of my wife and me. I imagined the scene that this man would be with my wife, and my erection became even more prominent. I couldn't suppress my desire and immediately thrust my penis into my wife's body. Instantly, the warm, tender, jellyfish-like folds tightly enveloped one end of my penis. I was being torn apart and protected by them, and I struggled forward in their embrace, swimming deep into my wife's body.

Hui quietly got into bed, leaning against his wife but not touching her. His penis was throbbing intensely. I took one of my wife's hands and made her grasp Hui's genitals. The sensation of Hui's large penis stimulated her vagina, causing it to tighten. She didn't resist, but simply gripped Hui's shaft tightly. I took the opportunity to thrust violently several times. After I stopped, my wife's hand began to stroke Hui's penis. Hui then leaned closer. I began to marvel at its length, even wondering if my wife's body would be pierced by it. As he walked, his wife's hand slid down Hui's thick penis to his testicles, rubbing them, and then back to his shaft. His wife's white hand and Hui's black penis were like white lotus blossoms blooming on a black rod. Hui's hand moved from his wife's chest to the sparse pubic hair on her lower lip, then stopped at her lips. He hesitated for a moment, but still tentatively teased the edge of his wife's lips. His wife's hand gripped Hui's penis tightly, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening her grip as Hui's fingers teased her labia.

After thrusting into my wife dozens of times, I stopped, holding her soft, hot body on top of me. My wife, thinking I had ejaculated, reluctantly shifted her hips a few times, released her grip on Hui, and pulled me onto her body. Her vagina clenched tightly a few times, as if sensing my shrinkage. I pretended to be weak, then suddenly lifted my hips, pulling my penis out of her wet vagina. My wife clung to me even tighter, showing her intense desire and unwillingness to give up. I looked up and gestured for Hui to take my place. I moved aside and began suckling her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and red, like small, pink lychee seeds, beautifully erect. As soon as I took them in my mouth, she gasped, while her hands moved along my body... Searching downwards for what she desperately wanted, I leaned back, but she couldn't reach it. Hui moved to my position and touched her legs, preparing to spread them wider. When his hand touched her, my wife's legs immediately clenched together like startled clams. I used one hand to help Hui slowly separate my wife's legs. My wife's legs were slightly closed with some strength, but we had already started to separate them a little from where they were overlapping. We slowly separated her legs and felt her resistance getting weaker and weaker. I couldn't wait to fulfill my wish. I gently embraced her from under her with one hand and then inserted my fingers deeper into her body. My wife's legs immediately clamped around my arm, and then we gently separated them again.

Hui was already impatient, his hard penis throbbing. He had been eyeing the body under his nose for a long time, and when he saw the gap between his wife's legs, he immediately leaned forward, his penis pressing against the pubic hair at the entrance of his wife's vagina. Her legs were startled and closed up, but they ended up clamping onto Hui's thick waist. I slowly withdrew my fingers, and my wife's legs had no resistance at all, and they softly spread down. Only her buttocks kept twisting slightly from side to side under Hui's body. It was clear that her rational resistance and physical desire were fiercely fighting.

Hui sat up slightly, using the lamplight to find the exact entrance to his wife's vagina. As he twisted the opening, her labia shifted slightly, revealing the glimpse of her vulva with an irresistible allure. He breathed heavily, and as his wife writhed, he gripped his thick, rough penis, pressing the glistening, black glans against her slightly parted, rosy labia. His wife seemed to awaken from a dream, writhing even more violently. Hui pressed down hard on her waist and legs, preventing his penis from slipping from her vaginal opening. I covered her lips with mine, my tongue licking hers. A heavy downward pressure from Hui's body transmitted through her, and she groaned softly, her lower body twisting powerfully before she stopped moving, instantly enveloping my tongue.

I didn't look back, but I knew Hui had finally achieved his goal; his thick penis, like a gleaming submarine on a battlefield, plunged into his wife's secret place.

I used my hand to wed them, afraid that Hui's long penis would be too much for my wife to handle, and dared not let him go all the way in. The texture of Hui's hard penis came through my skin; it was now erect and pressing against my wife's soft vagina. I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache at the thought of my wife's body being taken over by this stranger. Before, I had been full of hope, but now I felt only bitterness and regret. But I still slowly withdrew my hand, and finally saw the base of Hui's penis pressed tightly against my wife's vagina. The shadow of the thick, shiny pubic hair I had seen in the hotel bathroom that day... The real flesh covered his wife's slightly curled pubic hair. Hui slowly withdrew his body until it was completely out. One of his wife's hands, which was wrapped around his back, began to gently pull him closer, as if awakening. I didn't expect my wife to adapt so quickly. I even thought that for a moment, she would have cried out from the way Hui's thick, forceful member had squeezed and torn her. But it seemed she had accepted it. I also knew that for a moment, she couldn't associate Hui's intrusion with the penetration of Zhong. Hui was eagerly and savagely giving her a completely new male genitalia entering her body. And Zhong?

I couldn't imagine. Perhaps it would be gentle, affectionate, and tender, but I hoped that Hui's savage force would leave a deep mark on the depths of her body. I hoped

that this mark would completely cover the feeling Zhong had left her with!

I hoped that her thoughts, like her body, were now beginning to crave this man she had previously resisted, perhaps only temporarily.

But at this moment, she was willing to be penetrated. Hui was very attentive to the force of his movements and the depth of his penetration. It seemed that men were also very curious about penetrating a strange woman's body, just like the previous incident with the engineering student and his classmate, and the one from Jinan. Everyone I was present was very attentive. I had told Hui a lot about my wife's preferences before, and he incorporated them into his conversation. I told him that every time I thrust in as hard as I could, I could feel the tightness of a small opening deep inside my wife, which should be the so-called cervix, but I couldn't penetrate it. I didn't tease him, saying that his long penis would definitely be able to reach it. He really wanted to experience this result for himself. But when it went very deep, my wife couldn't take it anymore and used her hand to block his vaginal opening, preventing him from going in too far. So Hui stopped being so forceful and instead turned my wife over. My wife obediently turned over, and the pillowcase fell off. She just closed her eyes, which was her habit.

Her two breasts swayed under her bent body, large and white.

Hui thrust back into his wife's vagina, which had been wide open from his previous penetration. It would have been more appropriate to shove it in. I began to feel a real pang of heartache. Hui's violent movements startled me. I regretted telling Hui, in order to get revenge on my wife, that she liked to be penetrated very violently. Hui started thrusting from behind. I was behind them, and he vigorously pushed and shook my wife's buttocks or moved his own waist. His two large testicles swayed with his movements. My blood was boiling. I realized that at this moment, I wished I were just an observer. This scene was like the barbaric man next door guarding the courtyard and the concubine in the mansion who couldn't suppress her lust and were having an affair. At their point of union, my wife's slightly turned labia, like a child pouting in anger, tightly sucked and enveloped Hui's fully inserted black shaft.

His testicles were pressed tightly against the base of his penis, but a small section of the base protruded, allowing me to see the bulge of his engorged urethra. His wife, probably starting to feel pleasure from Hui's thrusting, had grown accustomed to his vigorous and less gentle movements. When Hui paused briefly, she would unconsciously twist her hips to signal her needs.

Hui's dark legs were positioned between his wife's white thighs, reminding me of Liu Bin's intense encounter with his wife in Beijing, in a similar position. Men's positions during sex seem quite similar; the only difference lies in the thick hair on the wife's legs or Hui's thick, dark legs.

I hadn't forgotten to do something else. I took the condom from under the pillow. Hui withdrew from his body, tore off the sheath, and carefully put it on his penis. The condom was stretched taut, only covering about two-thirds of the penis. I was truly astonished by its size, but soon, his penis, covered by the sheath, was again hidden in the shadow of his wife's lower body.

Hui thrust into his wife forcefully and urgently for a full half hour, his face and body covered in sweat. In the final moments, the terrifying force of the impact made a loud cracking sound as his flesh slammed against his wife's buttocks. His wife's vagina was completely opened by his penetration. Hui's insertion was basically straight in and out at the end. He didn't even need to look at his wife's lower opening before directly thrusting his completely withdrawn penis straight into her body. His wife's hair was disheveled, and the scent of Amway shower gel, amplified by her extremely high body temperature, permeated the air in the bedroom, mixing with the sweat of Hui and me to create a strange and maddening odor.

Several times, Hui slammed his penis against my wife, causing her to fall to the ground. Hui then pulled her up and squeezed her legs together. I put my penis in my wife's mouth, but as she was violently pounded from behind, it kept slipping out due to her panting. I could only hope in my heart that Hui would ejaculate and finish as soon as possible. I was heartbroken and my penis was already limp. Hui half-squatted up, positioned himself high on my wife's buttocks, and thrust his hips forward hard. He pressed my wife's neck down, pulling her back against him, then grabbed her breasts tightly, growling deeply as he penetrated her deeply before stopping.

My wife released my limp penis, closed her eyes, and held Hui's hand on her breasts, motionless, enduring the primal release of the man behind her. Hui squatted down on my wife's buttocks, his legs half-bent, his gluteal muscles still contracting.

Then he hugged my wife, pressing his face against her back.

Only his lower body was still twitching slightly. In the silence, the feeling in the bedroom was rapidly settling down. Hui, now calm, looked up at me, then at his wife. She was still lying face down beneath him, motionless. I made no comment or expression. His wife's face was covered by her messy hair. Hui tried to pull out, separating his body from his wife's slightly. He then reached down and gripped the end of the condom, slowly withdrawing it from her body. The wrinkled tip of the condom on his still-erect penis was covered in milky white semen, so much that it overflowed the top of the condom. If it weren't for the constriction of this membrane, his wife's vagina would have been filled with Hui's semen by now.

Her empty, swollen vaginal opening, devoid of the usual male discharge, seemed desolate, further reinforcing my sense of Hui's brutal and ruthless approach to his wife. He was just there for a game, devoid of any genuine emotion. This man was only interested in those final few seconds, traveling from one city to another to release his pent-up physiological and psychological curiosity into the body of the woman I called my wife. For me, I truly enjoyed this game, even more so the spiritual than the physical. As for my wife, I hoped she could experience ultimate pleasure each time, becoming a woman completely immersed in the experience. Those men who rose and fell on her body were merely seen as objects of sexual pleasure. With the tools ready, they could provide me with intense visual stimulation and bring my mind and body to an extreme climax. As my thoughts grew, I began to swell again. I got up and inserted my pent-up penis into my wife's body. The book said that a woman's vagina has great adaptability. I felt that my wife's hole, which had just been opened by something big and thick, was indeed a bit loose, unlike anything I had experienced with other men before. However, I have always preferred looser holes, feeling that I wouldn't ejaculate too quickly. During my thrusting, I stimulated the upper part of my wife's vagina in waves. My wife didn't respond as usual and didn't show much reaction. I began to feel bored and wanted to finish quickly. Finally, I ejaculated profusely, and my wife lay exhausted on the bed. I held her and asked her, "Was it good?"

My wife didn't speak, looking at me weakly with her eyes closed. This was the only time I had ever seen my wife being penetrated so vigorously.

Afterwards, Hui went to take a shower. My wife and I didn't say anything. I just held her in my arms. She nestled in my arms like a wounded kitten. After Hui greeted me and went back to the study to sleep, my wife went to the bathroom to freshen up. There was no sound for a while. I gently pushed open a crack. My wife was sitting on the toilet, looking dejected. She lowered her head and touched her labia with her hand. I went in and squatted in front of her. I spread her legs. Her labia, broken and swollen like fallen petals, were red and protruding outwards. Then she closed her eyes and waited for something. "Splash!" A stream of clear yellow hot urine came out from between her lips. During this, she frowned, as if she was in pain. After she finished, I quickly handed her a soft tissue. She wiped herself very gently. Then she got up, took a shower, and went back to the bedroom. We remained silent.

In the morning, Hui sneaked into the bedroom again and started playing with his wife's body. His wife strongly objected, and Hui was helpless. I also signaled to him not to try to enter his wife anymore. Hui didn't know what was wrong that made his wife treat him like this, but he still stopped and lay down next to his wife. I grabbed his wife's hand and pressed it against Hui's hairy lower abdomen and erect penis. His wife just held it or gripped it, neither moving nor pulling it away. I told Hui to move his body up and put his penis near her mouth. Then I gently pushed it in. His wife slowly opened her mouth, and Hui carefully pushed it in, little by little. Only when it was halfway in did his wife's throat start to reflexively gag. Hui quickly pulled it out and pointed to his wife's anus. I quickly shook my head. Finally, Hui started masturbating. Just before he was about to ejaculate, I turned his wife's body over, and Hui lay on her face, shooting his semen into his wife's open mouth. His wife was only ejaculated into a few times before she quickly got up, grabbed a pillowcase to cover her chest, and ran to the bathroom. Then came the sound of vomiting.

I told Hui to go back to his study and rest early, or go back to Jinan.

At noon, my wife called and said her lower abdomen felt heavy and bloated, wondering if it was over. She kept complaining of the feeling, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor examined her and said it was nothing serious, just mild cervical erosion, and prescribed effervescent tablets. He also advised her to be careful with her sex life. We didn't talk much that evening. I met Hui on QQ and asked him how he was doing.

He said he was fine, but he didn't know what happened this morning. I said, "Your wife hurts down there, why didn't you go easy on her?" Hui said, "Brother, you told me to go harder!" His girlfriend couldn't handle his big penis; he usually only inserted about halfway, not daring to go very deep, so he never felt satisfied.

He was very happy with our encounter this time, saying it would be even more comfortable next time without a condom. He even asked me, "I read in your articles that I like other men to ejaculate inside my wife, can't I do that?"

I thought to myself, "Hopefully next time." He boasted, "Brother, aren't I strong?"

I didn't want to continue the conversation on my end of the screen and said I had to go offline. Actually, I wanted to talk to my wife.

My wife was watching TV, and her mood had improved a lot. I tentatively started talking to her, mentioning that I'd met Hui and asking how his wife was. She just responded with "oh." I asked if she felt anything this time.

She said she didn't feel anything, not even towards him personally. She added that it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for the first time. Seeing that she'd talked to me, I knew my wife wasn't too enthusiastic anymore, so I continued gently, asking, "Is his thing big?

How can you handle it?"

My wife said it was big enough. Actually, she didn't want to have sex with him in the first place, but she helped him by letting him penetrate her. She didn't want to refuse anymore; there was no point in refusing, so she let him in. What did it feel like?

Big, very big. I couldn't stand the initial tightness; I held my breath as he pushed in. Did it feel good once he was inside?

Not the pleasure of sex, but the tightness. His thrusting made it feel like his penis was a giant straw; when he pulled it out, I felt empty, like something had emptied my stomach. And then what?

Later I lost consciousness, I just knew he was penetrating me, moving constantly. Later, when he thrust harder, I felt a burning pain inside. I was pressing my stomach, didn't you see? When he came from behind, it felt like he was piercing my vagina. There was a sudden, sharp pain deep inside, and then he released me. It felt like his penis was penetrating my uterus, followed by pain. I tried to back away, but he pulled me towards him. After that, I lost all pleasure. It felt like being raped. I think this is what being raped feels like. It was very dry inside, burning hot. Wearing a condom made it even drier. I felt terrible, and there was no lubrication.

So, there wasn't anything I wanted?

If there was anything, it was the stimulation, but not that. I've never been with anyone else. Now I think about those foreign women in those movies being brutally penetrated by those men. Could they handle it? They

'd be killed! I've experienced it firsthand, and it was so big! Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Didn't you get through it?

You seemed quite happy in the middle, and you were even twisting around, haha?

Why wouldn't I be happy? You're happy watching me be happy, so if I'm not comfortable, I'm not losing out. Let me ask you again, when you see a man like that touching your wife, are you really comfortable?

My heart skipped a beat. Her question was a bit unusual, and I didn't know how to answer her. So

I quickly explained, "I am very comfortable. I'm happy to see you being loved by others. At least my wife is liked by so many people, how could I not be?

If you went out on the street and no man even glanced at you, wouldn't you live a pitiful life?

But this doesn't seem like love. It's like I've become a tool for you, just to satisfy some desire of yours. I don't know if this desire is normal, but at least among most people, your mentality is problematic." October 8th,

Chapter 26: Cleverly Doing Things with Someone Else's Girlfriend.

My name is Xiaoqi. My girlfriend and I live under the same roof. We've been dating for two years. Although we're past the honeymoon phase, we still love each other very much. I work at a trading company, while my girlfriend works as a clerk at a 3C design company. My girlfriend is considered a beauty; male colleagues often hit on her. She also has a great figure. Her name is Xiaoli. She's 167cm tall, weighs 50kg, and is 20 years old. She has long, beautiful hair, fair skin, and especially a 34D bust. So when we go shopping together, many eyes are drawn to her. Fortunately, I'm not bad either. I'm 175cm tall, weigh 68kg, have a strong physique, and am 25 years old. So everyone says we're a match made in heaven.

Because I work for a trading company, I come into contact with many clients. One of these clients is a young woman, around 20 years old, named Xiaojing. She's as beautiful as my girlfriend, and excellent in every way, except for their personalities. Perhaps because I've been dating my girlfriend for a while, I've developed a strong urge to chat with her. One day, I asked her out to dinner, posing as a supplier, and she readily agreed. We arranged a time, and during dinner, I learned she also has a boyfriend. She knew I had a girlfriend, so we agreed to go on a trip together the following week. Honestly, I've always had sexual fantasies about her, even though my girlfriend has already satisfied me. But men are always like that—someone else's always seems better… Soon we went on our first trip together. Through introductions, we met each other's partners. Her boyfriend's name was Xiao Zheng, but I could tell that Xiao Zheng had always been interested in my girlfriend. We both kept it to ourselves. During this time, we had many opportunities to go out together. One day, while we were having dinner, we talked about our lease expiring and whether we should renew it. I had been wanting to move, so we were planning to find a new place. At this point, Xiao Zheng mentioned that they were currently living in a two-bedroom apartment, with the other room empty, and that the environment was quite nice. He invited us to move in with them, and Xiao Jing agreed. I looked at Xiao Li, and she had no objections either. So, we moved in with them, and that's how things started...

One holiday, I had just woken up when I saw Xiaoli in her pajamas. Her sexy appearance suddenly aroused me (maybe it had been a while since we'd done it). I started teasing her. Being teased while she was asleep felt like doing something naughty, quite exciting. I was kneading her 34D breasts while my other hand slipped inside her panties, touching her neatly trimmed pubic hair, slowly moving downwards. When I touched her private area, she reacted. Xiaoli woke up and said I was so bad, wanting it so early in the morning. At that moment, I took the initiative. She pinned me to the bed, pulled down my pants, and my huge cock was already rock hard, ready to burst. Xiaoli skillfully took my entire cock into her mouth, and an instant wave of pleasure washed over me. As she sucked on it, it felt so good. I kept rubbing her vagina with my hand; it was constantly flowing with fluid. It seemed she had already reached her climax. I couldn't hold back any longer and turned to attack her. Just then, we suddenly heard a series of lewd moans, so exciting! That's when we realized that Xiaozheng and Xiao... Jing was a step ahead of us. Suddenly, I got excited and asked Xiaoli to scream louder too (we hadn't dared to scream too loudly before because we were afraid they would hear us). Xiaoli nodded, and I started my assault. The pleasure I felt when I first entered her was indescribable. My penis was inside Xiaoli's vagina, and I thrust in and out. Xiaojing started screaming louder and louder, and I got more and more excited. Watching Xiaoli's two 34D breasts tremble was like heaven. When Xiaoli was about to climax, I couldn't help but ejaculate. I ejaculated inside her vagina. Because it was her safe period, we didn't use a condom. When we finished and went to clean up, Xiaozheng and Xiaojing were already in the bathroom. By the time we finished, it was almost noon. Xiaoli and Xiaojing were preparing lunch in the kitchen, while Xiaozheng and I chatted in the living room. Xiaozheng talked about what had just happened. We exchanged information, researched how to make our partners more comfortable, and discussed techniques for our partners. The girls would also research each other. Every time we finished researching, we would try it out, so the four of us got along better and better.

Once, we were discussing oral sex. Xiaoli's technique, under my tutelage, was incredibly skilled; she always made me lose control. However, Xiaojing's technique wasn't as good. I suggested that Xiaoli teach Xiaojing, and Xiaozheng excitedly agreed. That night before bed, I mentioned it to Xiaoli, asking her to teach Xiaojing oral sex techniques, and she readily agreed. Since the next day was International Women's Day, they only worked half a day. When I got home from get off work, they weren't there. I assumed they had gone shopping, so I didn't think much of it. Back home, I wanted to be as comfortable as possible, so I took off my clothes to relieve myself. I suddenly needed to use the restroom, so I went in to pee. Every man knows that men get an erection when they need to pee, and I was no exception. While I was urinating, I heard a girl whispering at the other end of the bathtub. I pulled back the shower curtain and found them both taking a bath. I was startled. I realized I was completely naked, and I felt really embarrassed in front of Xiaojing. But I had only peed halfway, and I didn't know what to do. I could only grit my teeth and pull the curtain back closed to finish urinating. At this moment, Xiaoli asked if I wanted to shower together. She said she was teaching Xiaojing how to perform oral sex and that I could be the teaching material. Although I was secretly pleased, I had to maintain my gentlemanly manners and refused Xiaoli. Xiaoli then ordered me in a serious tone, so I had no choice but to reluctantly get into the bathtub with her. When I looked at Xiaojing, she was already blushing. I saw them, their breasts exposed. Although Xiaojing covered her breasts with her hands in embarrassment, their two breasts, which I couldn't tell how big, were still exposed in front of me. Their skin was white with a rosy glow. My penis hadn't gone soft since I entered the bathroom. And it was getting harder and harder (making it really hard for me to pee). Xiaoli then asked me to sit on the bathtub so she could demonstrate for Xiaojing, and I could only do as she said (secretly pleased). Xiaoli said: "

Just now when I was peeing, Xiaojing secretly glanced at my penis and said that my penis is thicker and longer than Xiaozheng's." At this moment, I puffed out my chest to show my manly prowess, but Xiaoli continued: "

Xiaozheng can do it for an hour straight, but I can't." Sigh... my male dignity was shattered. But Xiaojing continued: "With such a big and thick penis, I think the effect should be the same." At this moment, I felt manly again. Xiaoli explained while sucking my penis, teaching Xiaojing step by step how to lick the sensitive spots of the penis with her tongue and how to play with the testicles. Xiaojing also put aside her embarrassment and learned seriously. Then Xiaoli asked Xiaojing to demonstrate. I was thinking about how to demonstrate when Xiao... Li gave her seat to Xiaojing, who was embarrassed and said it wasn't appropriate. I also said it wasn't appropriate (but secretly I was pleased). But Li said, "

I didn't care, why do you care? Xiaojing and I are like sisters now. Would it kill you to borrow her for a bit?" I had nothing to say. At this moment, Xiaojing finally let go and grabbed my penis. I was shocked. For so long, I had been very proper. In the two years since I got together with Li, no other woman had ever held my penis. My heart was racing, and so was Xiaojing's. My eyes were fixed on Xiaojing's breasts. Although they were smaller than Li's, they were very firm and beautifully shaped. My penis was almost unbearable. I wanted to insert it into Xiaojing's vagina right now. At this moment, Xiaojing sucked and licked my penis following Li's steps. Lin Xinru was secretly photographed touching herself in the shower...

>>>>If you like it, click on Shuqi**500 nude vagina photos. Although her technique wasn't as refined as Xiaoli's, it was more stimulating than when Xiaoli sucked. I also occasionally taught her how to lick a man to make him feel better. Xiaoli, watching from the side, got aroused and joined in. It was really comfortable to have two women serving me at the same time. I couldn't help but play with Xiaoli's breasts, and Xiaoli started to moan lasciviously. My other hand also involuntarily went to Xiaojing's breasts. The firm feeling was really nice to the touch, and Xiaoli's were also quite good. Both of their breasts were quite... Sensitive, the bathroom was like paradise. Xiaoli got up and shoved my penis into her vagina. It slid in easily, it felt so good. We thrust in and out like that, our moans echoing in the bathroom. I touched Xiaoli with one hand and Xiaojing with the other. Xiaojing was also aroused, but that was all. Xiaoli and I became more and more intense. Xiaoli finally climaxed, but I still hadn't. Xiaoli looked at Xiaojing and said to her, "

Come on up too, let you taste the feeling of a big penis." When I heard that, it was like a bolt from the blue. Was it really true?

I pinched myself, and it hurt—I wasn't dreaming. Xiaojing didn't care anymore and got up too. Wow, what a great figure! Her pubic hair was less than Xiaoli's but very neat, and her overall proportions were excellent. Her fair and rosy skin was beautiful. Xiaoli pinched me and said, "

Why are you staring so intently? Don't you know how good other people's figures are? Are you looking down on me?" I said, "No, you two are both great, equally good." Xiaojing straddled my legs and shoved my penis into her vagina. Wow, so tight! Maybe it's because Xiaozheng's isn't as thick as mine, so it felt very tight. Being surrounded by her warm vagina when it was inside felt so good. Xiaojing exclaimed, "

It feels like I've reached the top of her vagina, it feels so good!" I thrust even harder. She moaned even more lewdly than Xiaoli, so I thrust even harder. After a few thrusts, Xiaojing was about to climax, and because it was so tight, I also climaxed. I pulled my penis out and ejaculated into Xiaoli's mouth. It felt so good. Having sex with two such beautiful women at the same time, it was amazing!

We quickly showered and came out, and not long after, Xiao Zheng returned home. Of course, I dared not tell anyone. The next day, Xiao Zheng told me that Xiao Jing's technique had improved, and she almost came from his sucking. I secretly felt a thrill. From that day on, Xiao Jing, Xiao Li, and I often had threesomes together. Xiao Jing said she preferred doing it with me. I really felt sorry for Xiao Zheng; he still didn't know about this until they broke up. That made me even more reckless.

Chapter 27: The Abyss of Lust

(Part 1) Tonight, my husband will definitely not come home until late at night. It's already midnight, and it's still completely silent outside. He

's such a hopeless person. My mother-in-law is in the hospital, and he's still out there fooling around with other women.

I looked out the window at the street, then back at my five-year-old daughter, Mina, sleeping, and sighed deeply. My father-in-law was already asleep. My father-in-law, who is only in his fifties, goes to bed very early every day.

"That damned husband of mine, cheating on me again!"

My name is Okada Chika, I'm 28 years old, and my husband, Izawa (32), and I met and married six years ago at work. At the time, I thought he was a charming man who could please women and was very considerate of me. But now I finally realize that this man is beyond redemption.

Logically speaking, Izawa is an only child, and taking care of his parents is his responsibility. He should always think of his parents first, but in the end, I, the wife, am much more proactive than my husband.

When we were getting married, Izawa's parents said to me, "Why don't you live with us after you get married?"

"Not at all!"

Since both elders wanted us to live with them, I agreed. In fact, Izawa's parents made very careful arrangements for us.

In the first year after our marriage, I gave birth to Mina, and our family life was harmonious. But when Mina was three years old, my husband's situation changed. He started coming home late, sometimes two or three nights in a row. When I asked him why he came home so late, my husband actually replied,

"As long as he brings money home every month, it's fine!" I was extremely dissatisfied with my husband's behavior, and my in-laws were also very worried about Izawa, but no matter how much I expressed my dissatisfaction, my husband continued to do as he pleased. This situation has been going on for more than two years, leaving me at home living in anxiety. Although I wanted to divorce him, we have a daughter, Mina, and divorce isn't a simple solution. Even without Mina, divorce is painful enough for a woman. Just as my husband and I were having relationship problems, another incident happened at home. My mother-in-law, who has a heart condition, fainted at home, and my father-in-law and I immediately took her to the hospital. Fortunately, her condition stabilized after she was hospitalized, and both my father-in-law and I visited her in the hospital every day. But my husband remained unchanged, still fooling around outside, and I became even angrier than before. His own mother's health is not good, yet he is still infatuated with other women. What kind of madness is he having? Is that woman really that beautiful? Is she more important than his mother and wife? Since my husband is so promiscuous, I, as his wife, want revenge and to find a man to sleep with. Although I want to find a man, there's no suitable candidate. For the past few years, I've been a full-time housewife, making it impossible to find someone I like. Even my ex-boyfriends, I haven't seen them. Could I suddenly ask them out and say, "Let's have sex. Okay?"? Another major reason is my in-laws. They treat me like their own daughter, and whenever I look at them, I feel a deep affection. They often remind me not to do anything that would hurt them, but I know very well that I no longer love my husband. Just a week after my mother-in-law was hospitalized, my parents in the countryside suddenly called, saying they wanted Mina to come back and keep them company. Since my daughter was on vacation and my father-in-law said it was no problem, I agreed. The next morning, my daughter and I took the train to the South Station, left Mina with my parents, and then took the train home. It was rush hour for commuters, and as soon as the train arrived at the station, I was pushed into the carriage by the people behind me, eventually ending up in a corner. Having not taken the train in the morning for a long time, I felt incredibly crowded. Shortly after the train started moving, I noticed the man behind me intentionally or unintentionally touching my buttocks with the back of his hand. Because of the crowd, I assumed it was unintentional and simply shifted my position. But soon he moved closer behind me, his hand firmly pressed against my buttocks. I knew what was happening. "He's molesting me!" I was about to turn around and yell at him, but for some reason, I suddenly wanted to see what he would do to me, or perhaps seduce him into having sex as revenge on my husband. As I thought this, perhaps seeing my lack of reaction, the man became bolder. His hand roamed over my buttocks for a while, then began to move lower and lower. When his fingers touched my vulva… "Ah!" I cried out softly. Startled by my cry, the man immediately withdrew his hand. Soon after… Seeing that I didn't react, the man placed his hand on my buttocks again, his fingers teasing my vulva. He began to slowly move his fingers back and forth across my vulva, each time probing forward, the tip gently probing inside my vagina. This slight stimulation sent shivers through my body, my legs went weak, and my vaginal fluid flowed continuously. I felt my underwear was wet and sticky from the fluid, and then I remembered that I was wearing a light blue dress. Although the material wasn't very thin, it must have been stained with the fluid. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful; it would be so embarrassing if others saw. But on the other hand, I hadn't felt this excited in a long time. Since my husband started carrying me on his back, we hadn't had real intercourse. My husband could release his desires on other women, so I had to resort to masturbation to satisfy my urges. Now I felt that the long-suppressed desires within me were uncontrollable; I needed satisfaction. The man noticed I was completely wet, so he removed his hand from my vulva and replaced it with a hard object pressed firmly against the center of my buttocks. In that instant, I knew his penis was pressing against my genitals. After rubbing his penis against my genitals for a while, he began to rhythmically thrust against my vulva, and with the swaying of the train, it almost felt like we were actually having sex, but in a doggy-style position from behind. "Ah!..." I couldn't help but moan softly. I felt the heat from his hard object, stimulating a burning, pleasurable sensation throughout my body. I couldn't resist and pushed my buttocks back, knowing this would encourage the man even more. Sure enough, the man slowly rolled up my skirt from behind and pressed his hot penis against me. "Ah!... This is..." The hard object I felt through my underwear was incredibly hot, and the three-dimensional sensation was even more pronounced. That's when I realized the man had pulled his penis out of his pants and was pressing it against me. As soon as I understood, I was both shocked and excited. What if the other passengers saw us? However, the direct pressure against my vulva, coupled with the constant possibility of being discovered by others, did indeed excite me. The already moist area became hot and itchy. I needed more stimulation, so I slipped my right hand inside my underwear, my nimble middle finger gently teasing my clitoris. Waves of intense current pushed my physiological response to a peak, and my vaginal fluids flowed continuously, so much so that my underwear couldn't absorb it all, flowing down my thighs. My hips swayed back and forth, and the man commanded his penis to press even closer to my buttocks.

I heard the man's breathing behind me grow increasingly rapid, his hot breath heavy against the back of my neck. His heavy breathing only intensified my arousal, and his penis, pressing against my vulva, grew harder and harder, as if it wanted to pierce my underwear and penetrate my body.

At the same time, I felt a stirring in my vagina; with the continued stimulation of his fingertips, an indescribable electric current and a wonderful sensation that made all the hairs on my body stand on end simultaneously assaulted my mind and body. It felt as if my soul was about to leave my body; I couldn't control myself and was about to climax.

"Ugh!...Ugh!...Ah!..."

I bit my lower lip tightly to keep from crying out.

At the same time, the man seemed to recklessly press against me, followed by a spasm. I felt some hot, pasty liquid spray onto my underwear, some of it already seeping into my buttocks.

When the train arrived at the station, I immediately left the carriage. I didn't look back at the man, nor did I say a word to him.

When I got home, my father-in-law wasn't there; he must have gone out to visit my mother-in-law. I went into the bathroom and took off my underwear, which was stained with the filth of male semen and female vaginal fluid. Looking at the stains on my underwear, I couldn't help but feel a kind of joy, like taking revenge on my husband.

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(II) That night, my father-in-law went to his room to rest early, as usual. But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did. My mind was full of what happened on the train that morning, and I couldn't calm down. My

mind was full of what happened on the train that morning, and my body felt like it was on fire. I unbuttoned my pajamas on the bed, exposing my full breasts. I rubbed my nipples with my left hand and touched my crotch with my right hand. The area that was constricted by my underwear was hot and wet. When my fingertips gently touched my clitoris, a feeling like an electric shock spread throughout my body. My labia were also excited and kept contracting. Honey-like fluid, representing lust, kept flowing out from my vulva.

"Ah!... Ah!... It's so... comfortable... Oh!..."

I couldn't help but moan, my right index finger slowly entering and thrusting in my wetness. As more nectar flowed out, I inserted my middle finger as well, stirring it faster inside.

I was intoxicated by the lewd pleasure, my legs trembling slightly, my love juices overflowing from my vulva like a spring.

"Ah!... Ah!... Ah..."

Just as this pleasure was growing stronger, about to bring me to the peak of orgasm...

"Chika!... Hey!... Are you alright?"

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and my father-in-law was already standing in front of the bedroom door. I had forgotten to lock the door.

I was so startled that I immediately sat up in bed, my exposed breasts completely seen by my father-in-law. I blushed with shame and immediately covered my breasts with my hands.

"This... this... Father-in-law... did you need something?"

I asked awkwardly, looking down.

"Ah... This is... your... your room... there was a sound... so..."

My father-in-law answered awkwardly as well.

My father-in-law and I remained silent for about ten seconds.

He finally broke the silence: "Qianjia, I... I'm going back to my room to rest."

After hearing the door close, I quickly got up and locked my bedroom door.

"Oh dear! How embarrassing..."

By then, my desire had vanished, and my mind was in turmoil. I was mortified that my father-in-law had seen me masturbating.

The next day, after I prepared breakfast, my father-in-law acted as if nothing had happened, eating while reading the newspaper and occasionally discussing the news with me, which made me feel less awkward. At noon,

my father-in-law was going to visit someone at the hospital, and I needed to go out to buy ingredients for dinner.

But my father-in-law said, "Qianjia! Why don't we eat out tonight? I feel bad that you always have to cook, especially since it's just the two of us today; preparing at home would be too much trouble!"

I agreed, and I was happy to eat out occasionally.

That evening, my father-in-law and I had a sumptuous dinner at a Japanese restaurant. Besides the delicious food like chicken skewers, tuna, beef, and sea urchin, there was also alcohol. I drank a lot, probably because of the alcohol! While drinking, I poured out my grievances about my husband to my father-in-law.

"Izawa, he... he doesn't treat me like a wife at all, he only loves his other women..."

The more I drank, the more I drank. I don't usually like drinking, but thinking about my husband's behavior and the suffering I've endured over the years, I took this opportunity to drink heavily until I was completely drunk.

"Father-in-law!... I'm not drunk yet... I... I want to drink more..."

I shouted as soon as I reached my front door and collapsed inside.

"Chika, are you alright!"

My father-in-law hurriedly helped me up.

"Father-in-law, I'm so happy, I don't care about anything anymore... let's see what Izawa can do to me... I don't care about anything anymore."

I was like a drunkard going crazy.

"Chika! That's enough! Don't think about it anymore, get some rest!"

I stood motionless by the front door, letting my father-in-law pick me up. I hugged him and let him carry me to the bedroom.

"Qianjia! You can't sleep like this. If you don't take your clothes off, they'll all get wrinkled."

My father-in-law seemed to say this after carrying me to bed. But my body was beyond my control; all I wanted now was to sleep.

"I want to sleep...sleep...father-in-law..."

I just wanted to completely relax. My eyelids felt glued shut, and my father-in-law seemed to be forcibly taking off my clothes.

I probably slept for a few minutes, then suddenly woke up, not knowing what had triggered it. I found myself completely naked. Was my father-in-law going to change my clothes?

"Qianjia...hey! Qianjia..."

I heard my father-in-law calling me, and on the other side, his hand was caressing my bare breasts. For a moment, I couldn't believe it was real.

(My father-in-law...is kind...and gentlemanly...father-in-law...)

In my half-drunk state, I was vaguely surprised. Logically, I was his daughter-in-law, his daughter-in-law. But at that moment, I didn't have the strength to push him away, and I had no sense of ethics. I asked myself, why should I be faithful to my husband? I only thought that whether he was my father-in-law or my husband's brother, at this point, it didn't matter who I slept with. Besides, this was the best opportunity to get revenge on my husband for his infidelity.

I'd just play along with my father-in-law's desires and let him have his way! I'd pretend to be asleep for now.

My father-in-law didn't even realize I was already... He woke me and skillfully caressed me. Although he was my father-in-law, he looked quite young. I guessed he used to be a womanizer. At that moment, I didn't mind his actions at all.

He lightly licked my nipples with his tongue and rubbed my clitoris with his fingers. I felt my lower abdomen becoming wet, and I was clearly experiencing pleasure. I really wanted to tell him that I hadn't made love with my husband in a long time, and honestly, I was burning with desire.

For me, his caresses with his fingers were incredibly stimulating. I finally couldn't hold back any longer, panting with excitement.

"Ah!... Ah!... Good!..."

Unable to resist, I began to sway my hips. Perhaps it was my excited reaction that made my father-in-law somewhat timid.

"Chika...Chika!...I..."

he said guiltily.

"Alright! Alright! Father-in-law! I don't mind, you can continue!..."

"Chika! Really?"

"Um! You replace Izawa and satisfy me! I...I'm very happy...I feel shy...but Izawa and I are no longer like husband and wife...I'm so lonely!...Father-in-law, do you know? I'm lonely in body and soul..."

I cried out as if begging my father-in-law.

"Chika, you're so pitiful..."

my father-in-law said with great emotion. He then gently kissed every part of my body. When he kissed my genitals, my love juice flowed out like a spring. His tongue lightly licked and caressed my labia. I could no longer control myself. I kept swaying my hips to tell my father-in-law about my pleasure. He boldly used his teeth to gently bite the tender flesh on both sides of my vulva, making me scream out loud.

"Ah!... Ah!... Father-in-law!... I can't take it... Father-in-law!..."

I had long forgotten my identity as a daughter-in-law, intoxicated by unparalleled pleasure.

Indeed, my father-in-law's caressing techniques were quite skilled, far surpassing my husband's sexual techniques. At this moment, I had become a female beast, fully enjoying the pleasure of my father-in-law's oral service.

"Ah! Father-in-law, please, come with me!... Quickly!..."

I was extremely excited, impatient, I just wanted my father-in-law to quickly fill the emptiness in my vagina.

When my father-in-law took off his underwear, his penis was already extremely swollen.

"Father-in-law... I can't wait any longer..."

I begged shamelessly.

"Alright!... Qianjia..."

My father-in-law suddenly inserted into my wet vagina and began to thrust forcefully, I couldn't help but scream, feeling a sweet numbness and an intense feeling of fullness throughout my body.

Although my father-in-law is over fifty, his sexual prowess is no less than that of a young man. His penis is hot and hard, thrusting into my vagina again and again, each thrust feeling like he's going all the way in. I passionately cling to his neck, my body twisting and turning in rhythm with his thrusts.

Soon, my uterus contracts strongly, my whole body trembles, and a surge of orgasm washes over me. I scream wildly, "Father-in-law!...I...I!...I'm going to...come!"

My father-in-law also reaches his limit, and with a rapid series of thrusts, a stream of hot fluid shoots deep into my uterus, scalding me and bringing me to another orgasm. My father-in-law, panting heavily,

lies on top of me, gently kissing me. I'm covered in sweat, panting heavily. This is an orgasm I've never experienced since I got married.

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(III) Since my first sexual encounter with my father-in-law, we've been like newlyweds. We can make love anywhere we like—in the living room, bedroom, or kitchen. Of course, our relationship is a secret we can't let anyone know.

However, the current situation is very favorable for us. My mother-in-law is in the hospital, and my husband, Izawa, is obsessed with other women. We have no worries about being discovered by a third party.

My father-in-law and I enjoyed three happy days like this until our daughter, Mina, returned from the countryside. We became more restrained then, but whenever the opportunity arose, my father-in-law would satisfy my needs. Sometimes we would even take Mina to a hotel, and after our daughter fell asleep, my father-in-law would make love to me. A woman like me has perhaps fallen to the extreme. Yet,

I feel this isn't my fault; it's all my husband's fault. If he had held onto my heart, this absurd thing would never have happened. On the other hand, I feel deeply sorry for my mother-in-law. What I did was no different from my husband's behavior. Although I feel sorry for my mother-in-law, I will not sever ties with my father-in-law.

"Izawa's spoiled nature is probably related to my wife's excessive pampering. She always says Izawa is her only son, so she lets him be spoiled and do whatever he wants. Qianjia, you've been too lenient, letting my old woman indulge him..."

my father-in-law said.

Hearing this, I nodded in agreement. I had long noticed my mother-in-law's excessive indulgence of Izawa, and my failure to see this before marrying him was foolish.

However, regardless, my mother-in-law bears some responsibility, and hearing my father-in-law's words lessened my guilt towards her.

I maintained this secret relationship with my father-in-law, and at the same time, my husband's behavior changed.

Sometimes Izawa would suddenly come home early, bringing gifts to please me. Perhaps he wasn't having a good time with the other woman!

But sometimes he still came home late, which didn't bother me. Now, my heart and soul were completely devoted to my father-in-law, and it was time for me to fight back against my husband.

I completely reject my husband's intimacy. When he makes physical advances, I stubbornly refuse to have sex with him. I only feel happy when I see him looking distressed! I want him to experience the feeling of being neglected. And when my husband is asleep, that's when my revenge begins.

After Izawa is completely asleep, I tiptoe into my father-in-law's bedroom to make love with him—a thrill and pleasure that nothing can replace.

"Father-in-law! Father-in-law! Are you asleep?"

I whisper. My father-in-law quietly opens the door, and I slip into his room. "Hey, Chika! You dare to do it again tonight?" My father-in-law quickly

pulls back the covers, and I quickly join him.

"Izawa and Mina are sleeping soundly, Father-in-law, don't worry!"

I say.

"Really? That's great!"

I suppress a laugh as I face my father-in-law, and soon his hand slips inside my pajamas.

"Chika, isn't this a new set of pajamas?"

my father-in-law asks.

"Finally, you noticed, Father-in-law! I bought this especially for you."

A few days ago, I bought this semi-transparent black sexy nightgown. It's cut into a large V-shape at the chest, a very sexy style.

"It's so sexy! I get dizzy just looking at this kind of nightgown!"

"Father-in-law, are you happy? But Izawa hasn't noticed I bought a new dress, nor has he noticed my changed hairstyle!"

"Is that so? That Izawa guy, he's so slow to react."

Father-in-law said, already taking off my nightgown. "But Chika's figure is still more attractive than the nightgown!"

Father-in-law pressed his face against my crotch, licking my petals through my panties.

"Ah! Father-in-law…enough…don't lick!…Ah!…"

Father-in-law tightened my panties, gently rubbing up and down along my cleft, his tongue then licking intensely, and I immediately fell into a vortex of pleasure. It turns out that caresses through a thin layer of fabric are even more stimulating!

"Ah! Ah!... Father-in-law... If you keep doing this... I'm going crazy..."

I leaked a lot of honey-like fluid, and my thighs were wet and slippery.

"Qianjia, you're wearing special underwear today! Come on! Turn around and let me see..."

I complied with my father-in-law's request, turning over and sticking my buttocks up high. My underwear was made of very narrow strips of fabric, tightly binding my full buttocks.

"Qianjia, very beautiful buttocks, so white and smooth..."

he muttered to himself, his hands constantly roaming over my buttocks. According to my father-in-law, my buttocks are like white peaches, but my husband has never praised me like that...

My father-in-law finally took off my underwear and licked my buttocks and slits again.

"Ah! Father-in-law, it's time to put it in! Just like this, insert it into Qianjia's body..."

I was extremely excited, eagerly sticking out my buttocks, wanting my father-in-law to penetrate me from behind.

"Plop!"

With a sound, my father-in-law's penis entered, and I instantly felt my soul fly away, it was so exciting.

"Ah!... Father-in-law, so amazing..."

I suddenly went crazy, my whole body filled with pleasure. To match my father-in-law's strong thrusting movements, I also frantically twisted my waist.

My father-in-law thrust in and out, his hands reaching under my armpits to grasp and knead my full breasts. I felt a tingling, itchy sensation all over my body. His penis seemed to be relentlessly pushing into my body, and when the hot tip reached my cervix, it began to grind and gnaw wildly.

"Ah! Ah!... Father-in-law... I... feel so good... Ah!... You're... fucking... me... to death..."

I shook my hips frantically. On the other side, I felt my vagina tightening, the soft, fleshy flesh pressing tightly against my father-in-law's penis. He then thrust even harder into the depths of my vaginal opening.

"Qianjia... your vaginal opening... is still contracting!... Ah! It's so tight... Oh! So good..."

Under the relentless assault of his penis, my uterus began to contract, and my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. I was about to climax .

"Father-in-law! Father-in-law!... I'm done!... I'm going to... come!..."

Then, with a series of twists and screams, a thick stream of hot vaginal fluid gushed from my uterus, splashing wildly onto my father-in-law's glans.

"Chika!... Oh!... I... can't take it anymore!..."

My father-in-law held me tightly, thrusting rapidly and forcefully, then a large amount of semen gushed from his glans, quickly filling my uterus. The hot, thick semen scalded my body, causing me to convulse repeatedly in a wanton manner.

Just as my father-in-law and I were still immersed in the erotic climax, something unexpected happened.

"What... what are you doing?... You..."

The voice roared, and at the same time, the bedroom door was pushed open, revealing my husband, Izawa. He was furious, trembling all over, his face like a demon's... But I wasn't panicked at all, because I was actually angry with my husband.

"You're like dogs... Get up!"

Izawa shouted angrily. Of course, he would be furious when his father was having sex with his wife.

"What... what are you planning! Chika is my wife!"

Izawa questioned his father. My

father-in-law didn't answer; he just lowered his head, and I stood in front of him.

"The fault isn't with my father-in-law! Isn't it you—Izawa—who's at fault? You're having affairs, that's wrong! My father-in-law was just trying to comfort my lonely heart!"

I retorted, blaming my husband. Then, I said coldly, "What right do you have to blame us! You love other women, so why can't I love other men?"

"You... what kind of logic is that! You slut..."

My husband grabbed my hair, roaring, "You're worse than dogs... what kind of father are you, aren't you just an animal?"

"Hmph! My father-in-law is dozens of times better than you! His abilities and skills are far superior..."

"Stop nagging, you lewd woman!"

My words seemed to have hurt my husband's pride. "Is Father-in-law's body really that good? Tell me!"

My husband asked excitedly.

"Yes! He's the best man!"

I glanced at my husband contemptuously. "Compared to my father-in-law, you're utterly useless! You're a good-for-nothing man, a moron who can't even keep his own wife's heart! All you know is how to seduce other women!"

I unleashed all the resentment I'd been holding back. Faced with our verbal battle, my father-in-law was completely flustered and didn't know what to do.

"I can't forgive you...you prostitute...shameless woman! You..."

My husband finally couldn't speak anymore. He pushed me down onto the bed, took off his pajama bottoms, and threw them aside.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I don't want to have sex with you!"

"What are you babbling about? You won't agree? You're my woman, my wife! I'll show you what I'm capable of, Dad, you watch too!"

My husband's rudeness was overwhelming, and my father-in-law didn't help me either, just staring blankly at my husband's barbaric behavior.

"You...you get away!...Let me go!...Help!...Help..."

I struggled, which only enraged my husband further. "Damn it!...Shut up! You slut!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

My husband slapped me two or three times. My lips split and bled, and I had no strength left to resist.

"I'm going to fuck you in front of Daddy!"

Izawa had completely gone mad. He pressed down on me, his fingers inserted into my vulva.

"Ah! Ah!...No...Ugh!..."

Faced with my husband's brutality, I arched my back, feeling a sharp pain all over my body. But soon the pain turned into waves of pleasure, and I didn't understand why. Stimulated by my husband, I even began to twist my waist excitedly.

"How is it, slut? Feeling good, huh!"

My husband dug two fingers deep into my vagina, and vaginal fluid mixed with my father-in-law's semen flowed out of my opening.

"Ah!...I...I can't take it anymore!...Ah!...Faster!"

I was so excited that I couldn't wait any longer. My father-in-law, my husband, anyone will do, I just want to have sex with someone as soon as possible.

"You shameless woman! Let's have sex like this!"

My husband lifted my legs and hung them on his shoulders, then pressed his whole body against mine, causing me to bend over. When his hot penis plunged into my wet hole, I felt an intoxicating pleasure, but even more intense was the feeling that my husband's penis was like an elongated fire rod, as if it was about to penetrate my uterus.

"Ah...ah!...It's so long...no...ah!...It's going to...kill me...!"

My husband ignored my words and began to thrust hard up and down, making my buttocks slap loudly.

My father-in-law, standing nearby, was watching the lewd expression on my face and the flesh between our legs as we were being joined. The more he watched, the higher my pleasure rose. Coupled with Izawa's penis thrusting violently into my vagina, I went completely mad. I clung tightly to Izawa's neck with both hands, pushing my hips forward desperately to allow his penis to penetrate even deeper. I no longer cared about shame or dignity; I only wanted to enjoy the satisfaction his penis brought me.

Suddenly, Izawa thrust wildly dozens of times, then cried out, "Ah! Ah!..."

He barked like a dog, then I felt my penis tremble, and a thick, hot stream of semen shot into my uterus, causing my whole body to convulse. My vagina gripped his penis even tighter, and my uterus sucked on the tip.

"Ah! Ah!...No! Hmm...Ah...I...orgasm...I'm going to cum!...Ahhh..."

Amidst the lewd moans, I finally reached my climax. Streams of vaginal fluid, mixed with the semen, gushed out of my vagina as a milky white liquid.

After finishing, my husband withdrew from my body and collapsed weakly on the bedside, catching his breath.

I gasped for air and looked at my father-in-law. His eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt, but to me, none of that mattered anymore, because at that moment I was immersed in the vortex of lust.

Chapter 28: A Beautiful Wife Exchange in Paradise on Earth .

The year Hong Kong returned to China, I graduated from university. Because of my good English and strong academic background (Business Administration and Marketing), I landed a job as a market supervisor at a newly established American-owned company in Suzhou, a city known for its beautiful scenery and picturesque landscapes. I wasn't a local and had no relatives or friends in Suzhou, so I poured my heart into my work. Three years later, due to my excellent performance, I was promoted to deputy head of the department. In early 2000, I met Wen, a beautiful local girl two years my junior, who had just joined the company's secretariat. The moment I saw her, I experienced love at first sight, a sudden flutter in my heart. I felt I was in love with her.

Because of work, I had a lot of contact with Wen. While deliberately suppressing my feelings, I subtly approached her (because I'd heard that locals were somewhat xenophobic and I was worried about rejection). Our initial purely work-related conversations gradually evolved into discussions about life, personal interests, hobbies, and so on. Later, we often exchanged jokes and sudden inspirations/ideas on QQ. I felt we were growing closer. I come from a small city in inland China, and my family's financial situation is average. Therefore, after I decided to pursue Wen, I worked even harder. That year was really tiring (due to work, I was away on business trips for about half a month each month, inspecting and supervising branch office work), but it was fulfilling and felt very sweet.

In the latter half of 2000, one evening while on a business trip in Shenyang, I suddenly received a call from Wen. This was the first time she had called me personally. We talked for a long time, and her last sentence made me ecstatic: "I feel so bored and dull when I'm not at the company." The first weekend after I returned, I took the initiative to ask her out. When I took her home, we were reluctant to part at her apartment building. For the first time, I kissed her. She trembled all over, feeling a little nervous. Her little tongue was very smooth and delicate, and her mouth felt very sweet (maybe it was just my imagination). From then on, we established a romantic relationship. A little over a month later, she said her mother wanted to meet me and for the first time took the initiative to introduce her family situation. It turned out that she grew up in a semi-single-parent family; her parents divorced when she was in the third year of junior high school, but I didn't know the reason at the time. She and her father met once or twice a year, even though they lived in the same city. I found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it, worried about hurting Wen. Her mother was beautiful, and Wen inherited her good genes and had even better prospects. Her mother was very strict, especially towards men. I guessed it might be because of her failed marriage, so she was wary of every man who approached her daughter. Thinking about this, I let it go. Later, Wen told me that after her mother learned about me, she thought I was alright, except that I was from out of town. There was another ridiculous point: I was a bit handsome. I said to Wen at the time, "What kind of logic is that?" Wen gracefully avoided my question, and I didn't delve into it. In

May 2001, at her mother's request (and I was secretly pleased), we got married. That year, I was 27, and she was 25. My parents also came from our hometown to give us their blessings. Wen was very filial and treated my parents very well. I was truly grateful to God for giving me such a perfect wife; I was completely content. On our wedding night, Wen and I had our first physical intimacy. She was petite and slender, with fair and smooth skin, and firm, well-proportioned breasts. Her areolas were a bright red, slightly dark, and especially under the thick, dark pubic hair, her vulva was rosy, tightly closed, and clean. That night, she was very aroused and bled quite a bit. When my penis entered, I felt a tight, hot, and slippery sensation. I barely slept that night, not getting up until almost noon the next day. I felt a little embarrassed seeing my mother-in-law's somewhat strange look. Wen didn't bleed that night, and I didn't pay much attention. Because in my mind, Wen had a strict upbringing and attended university locally, so I assumed I was her first man. I attributed the lack of bleeding to Wen's dance experience during her studies, or perhaps cycling, etc. At the time, my mother-in-law wanted us to live with her, but Wen was somewhat reluctant (of course, I agreed). In the end, we bought a large 148-square-meter three-bedroom, two-living-room, two-bathroom apartment in the industrial park (the apartment is related to later events, so I'll introduce it here). (As an aside: compared to the skyrocketing housing prices in Suzhou afterward, I'm very glad I avoided working for developers for free for ten years). In June 2002, Wen gave birth to a son, which made me incredibly happy. We moved into our new apartment later that year, and that period was truly enjoyable. Wen and I had a much better relationship, and the postpartum depression I had worried about didn't affect her. Wen recovered her figure well after childbirth and was even more radiant than before. The only thing she didn't like was going to clubs. I dislike the chaotic environment of clubs, and unless it's for work or entertaining clients, I absolutely avoid entertainment venues. I prefer reading and moderate exercise. Thinking that clubbing could help Wen maintain her beautiful figure, I didn't interfere too much. After accompanying her a few times, I refused to go to those places again, but later Wen often went with colleagues and friends. Every time she returned home late at night, drenched in sweat, I couldn't resist having a passionate encounter with Wen. The living room, kitchen, study, and bathroom all bore the marks of our passion. Wen became increasingly passionate and proactive, leading me to jokingly call her a "little slut" and a "little slut mom." Our baby was cared for by my mother-in-law, partly to avoid interfering with our work, and partly to protect the baby from the residual harmful effects of the new house renovations. This way, we could enjoy our sweet life as a couple again. After giving birth, and with our harmonious sex life, Wen was practically a perfect blend of a young girl and a young woman. She would often come back from shopping on weekends and whisper to me that people were always staring at her, making her feel both annoyed and somewhat smug. I would tell her that it wasn't their fault if they looked at her, but it was her fault for being so alluring. She would then playfully scold me, and we would "fight" together.

During that time, it felt like living in paradise. One day at the end of the year, Wen came home from work and told me that she had overheard the boss, Jason, on the phone in his office, saying that he was considering promoting me after New Year's Day. Sure enough, three days later, the old man called me in for a talk. He evaluated my past work and said that the Chinese company was preparing to send me to the US headquarters for three months of training, along with adjustments to the national layout and structure. Afterward, I would return to take up the position of general manager of the newly established Southern Branch (South China and Central South regions), where I would strengthen market sales coordination and management at a higher level, adapting to the expanding production layout of our clients. The branch would be located in Guangzhou.

I hesitated. This meant separating from Wen; but on the other hand, I was turning 30 soon. As the saying goes, "At thirty, one should be established," and a man needs his own career to support him. When I asked Wen for her opinion, she supported me without hesitation. This moved me deeply. "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?" Thus, I spent my first Lunar New Year away from Wen after our marriage in the US. Although we exchanged emails every day expressing our longing, it didn't solve the problem. On New Year's Eve, I called Wen (by the way, I want to criticize China Telecom; compared to international call rates in the US, China Telecom is practically robbing people). Hearing Wen crying on the phone, telling me about her longing and how she was about to give up, I wavered. Was work really that important?

Finally back, we were entwined in a passionate embrace, taking in each other again and again, expressing our longing for one another. Exhausted, we finally stopped and hugged each other as we washed. Seeing Wen's wet, tangled pubic hair, her swollen, red vulva, and the remaining secretions from both of us, filled me with arousal. While cleaning her, I teased, "Did you do anything naughty while I was away?" I immediately felt Wen's legs tense. Looking up, I saw her face flushed, and after a long pause, she coquettishly said she was very virtuous.

Just as I was hesitating whether to accept the offer, my mother-in-law spoke up, essentially saying that a good man should prioritize his career, and besides, transportation is convenient now, and it's easy to go home. She even added a joke, saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and as long as I didn't do anything to betray Wen while I was away, she would take good care of her daughter. Wen's face immediately turned red, and she quickly scolded her mother-in-law. In my memory, this was the first time my usually serious mother-in-law had joked like this.

After kissing my wife and son goodbye, I boarded a plane from Shanghai to Guangzhou in May 2004. Upon arriving in Guangzhou, I immediately threw myself into work. On one hand, the branch office was newly established, and I was busy setting up the division, adjusting the personnel of the subordinate provincial branches, laying out the sales network, and formulating and breaking down sales policies and plans—I was incredibly busy. On the other hand, I also wanted the branch office to get on track as soon as possible so I could go home to comfort my wife and see my son. Every night, even when I got back to my lodgings late at night, no matter how tired I was, I would insist on reading and replying to Wen's emails. Later, although emails better expressed our longing for each other, they were too time-consuming and energy-intensive, so we gradually switched to phone calls. Although phone calls weren't as good as emails, they could be revisited frequently.

Four months later, the branch office was on track, and business had grown significantly (the company manufactures electronic components). Finally, I could go home for the National Day holiday. To surprise Wen, I didn't tell her beforehand. Returning home, the faint fragrance of the flowers created a warm and cozy atmosphere. Since it was still early after work, I went to the market and bought a lot of good groceries to cook a nice meal for my wife. The food was finally ready. I lit the incense and candles, quietly waiting for Wen's return. It gradually grew dark, but Wen still hadn't come back. Finally, bored, I went into the master bathroom to take a shower first, hoping to save time before our fun while waiting for Wen to return, hehe! Seeing the laundry basket piled high with Wen's dirty clothes, I couldn't help but smile wryly. That little lazybones! I picked up the basket, preparing to go to the balcony to do the laundry. Looking at the sexy lingerie at the bottom of the basket, I was stunned. When did Wen buy this? Why didn't she mention it? Did she prepare it in advance? I picked up the lingerie and examined it closely: a semi-transparent, half-cup black sheer bra, embroidered with a bright little rose in the center, flanked by two small blue leaves, with thin, elastic shoulder straps and back straps. This girl, such sexy lingerie, and wearing so little in the summer, isn't she afraid of showing too much? This bra barely covers most of her breasts! Looking at her underwear made my nose bleed even more. It was the same thin material as her bra, with colorless discharge clumped together in the crotch area, barely covering her bottom. Was it comfortable to wear it between her legs? Even more unbelievable was the pair of black sheer stockings and lace-trimmed garter belts! I was speechless! There was also an equally sexy set of lingerie. How did Wenwen become so sexy? I could imagine myself wearing that, and I wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

Around 7:00, I finally heard the door open; Wenwen was back. The door opened, and I could hear her voice, like she was talking sweetly on the phone. When she saw me standing in the living room looking at her, Wenwen froze, motionless for a moment. I smiled and walked over, hugging her. She hurriedly pulled away, hanging up the phone. I was a little confused by her reaction. After she changed into her slippers, Wenwen gracefully walked over, sat on my lap, and asked in a sweet voice why I had come back so suddenly, without turning on the lights or giving me a heads-up. She had scared her.

The scent of Wenwen's perfume seemed to freeze my mind, and all my previous questions vanished. I barely managed to control my excitement when I suddenly noticed a faint, almost imperceptible smell of smoke on her, in addition to her familiar body odor. I casually asked, "Wenwen, why do you smell of smoke?"

She paused, then replied casually that she probably picked up some cigarette smoke from the meeting room earlier that day. I didn't think much of it, and immediately picked her up, saying, "Let's eat first." We ate our meal, whispering sweet nothings, when I suddenly remembered the sexy lingerie. I asked what it was about. She gave me a flirtatious glance and said it was for me. I asked if it was uncomfortable to wear. She said she wasn't used to it at first, but she got used to it after wearing it a few times, chuckling as she added that it felt like someone was fiddling with her private parts. Looking at her expression, I couldn't resist any longer. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Once inside, she quickly jumped off the bed, saying she wanted to take a shower first. She rummaged through the closet for a bit, then slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. Helpless, I could only lie on the bed and wait for her. After a long while, Wenwen came out, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw her.

Wenwen was wearing the exact same style of lingerie as that sexiest set, only all red. A red transparent bra, red thong, red garter belt, and stockings. My eyes were reddened by the sight, my eyes turned red too, the whole world seemed red. I gasped for breath and pounced on Wenwen. I pinned her down and began to rub her vigorously. Wenwen's voice drifted to my ears, "Am I beautiful?" "

Beautiful! Makes me dizzy. Wenwen, I love you!"

Wenwen rolled over and straddled me, lowered her head, and took my now incredibly hard and much larger penis into her mouth. Watching it gradually disappear into Wenwen's red lips, feeling the heat and moisture, my heart was intoxicated. Wenwen's soft tongue circled around the "eye" and the ridge, and I almost couldn't resist. Suddenly, Wenwen pressed her head down hard, and I felt my penis enter a narrow, bottomless place. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated. After a while, Wenwen raised her head, her little tongue occasionally licking her lips, looking at me seductively.

I was grateful; this was the first time I had received this kind of service. I was also a little ashamed because Wenwen wasn't satisfied yet. I leaned over Wenwen and began to suck on every part of her body with my tongue. When I reached between her legs, I saw that the crotch of her panties had almost become a rope, embedded between Wenwen's elegant, moist lips, while her engorged, bright red labia stubbornly peeked out. Some pubic hair also responded, peeking out from the fine mesh of her panties. At that moment, I felt my brain rush with blood, and I pressed myself against her, sucking desperately. I only remember being able to suck on something continuously, my head being tightly squeezed between Wenwen's legs. Finally, Wenwen pushed me away. She straddled me, pulled down my underwear, picked up my penis, and swung it back and forth a couple of times before sitting down. We both let out satisfied moans. I only remember that it was almost dawn when we finally stopped, and before falling asleep, I vaguely felt relieved that it was the weekend.

Finally, after the National Day holiday, with Wenwen's tears and hesitant expression, I left my wife and children and returned to Guangzhou. Fortunately, the branch office was back on track, and I could finally stop working day and night. But while I had more time, my phone calls with Wenwen gradually decreased. A month passed, and twice I couldn't reach her at all. I hadn't heard anything about promoting Wenwen from the company, and my mother-in-law didn't know where she was either, which had never happened before. Although Wenwen quickly called back to explain that she was dancing with friends at a club and hadn't noticed her phone was dead, I still had a vague feeling that something was wrong. But I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I could only subtly remind Wenwen to be careful.

It was almost New Year's Day 2005. With the branch office signing sales agreements with the China headquarters of several multinational companies, the 2004 sales target was achieved ahead of schedule, and I could return to Wenwen's side a week earlier. This time, I still didn't inform Wenwen in advance. On the one hand, I wanted to continue to surprise her; on the other hand, I had some doubts in my mind and wanted to find out quietly, so as to avoid hurting Wenwen by making my doubts public.

When I got home in the afternoon, the tightly closed doors and windows made the indoor temperature slightly higher than the outdoor temperature, and there was a stuffy feeling due to the lack of air circulation. I opened the windows to ventilate the room and was surprised to find a thin layer of dust on the living room furniture. Of course, it wouldn't be noticeable unless you looked closely. It seemed that Wenwen hadn't cleaned for half a month. Where was my mother-in-law? Why didn't she come to clean? I smiled bitterly and repeated the work I had done last time I came home, grumbling about Wenwen in my heart.

While washing Wenwen's pile of unwashed clothes and sheets, I finally discovered something that made me ashamed, angry, sad, and sad: three sets of sexy lingerie of different styles, one of which, a butterfly-shaped pair of panties, had an open crotch. The only similarity was the presence of white and yellow solid residue in the crotch area. The older residue was yellowish, the younger white. This was definitely not Wenwen's discharge, as she had never had any gynecological problems and her menstrual functions were normal. My trembling hand picked up the dark blue, sheer, open-crotch thong with the white solid residue and slowly brought it to my nose. A familiar scent filled my nostrils—the same scent as the residue I used to relieve myself with my hand when I missed Wenwen in Guangzhou. I unfolded the sheet; the patches and stains on it mocked me mercilessly. The sky seemed to fall, and tears streamed down my face without my noticing.

I sank silently into the living room sofa, watching the cigarette butts that occasionally lit up in the darkness and the three pairs of underwear of different styles faintly visible on the table in front of me. I don't know how much time passed before I heard the sound of a door opening, followed by the soft murmurs of a man and woman flirting. "Ugh, why does the house smell so strongly of smoke?"

It was Wenwen's voice. "Turn on the light quickly, or there might be a fire!"

It was a strange man's voice. With a "snap," the crystal chandelier in the living room suddenly shone a blinding light. I squinted to adjust to the sudden light.

"Husband—"

Wenwen stared at me, speechless, her face turning deathly pale. Beside her stood a tall, handsome young man, impeccably dressed in a suit, his hair gleaming. The man looked at me, paused for a moment, then turned and ran away. I remained seated on the sofa, my eyes fixed on my wife.

I pointed to the underwear on the table and said hoarsely, "Can you explain? I want you to tell the truth." "Husband—"

Wenwen burst into tears, sobbing as she cried out. "I want you to tell me the whole story, and maybe you'll still have a chance to call me husband," I said coldly, but who knew my heart was breaking?

Wenwen threw herself at me, kneeling on the ground, hugging my legs, and said, "Husband, don't abandon me. I'll listen to you, I'll tell you everything." It turned out he was her college classmate, her first love. Because of her mother's strict upbringing, she had hidden it well. Just before graduation, Wenwen gave him her virginity. Until they left school, they spent every spare moment together. After graduation, the man's grades were average, and he couldn't find his ideal job, so he had to return to his hometown in Northeast China, and they gradually lost contact.

Wenwen began to resent her mother, believing that her mother had unwittingly ruined their relationship. From then on, Wenwen developed a liking for jumping around. She used this method to exhaust herself and try to forget him as soon as possible.

Just as Wenwen was about to be able to calmly deal with the situation, she met me. From initial contact through work to a deeper understanding, Wenwen unconsciously became dependent on me; if she didn't talk to me for a day, she felt something was missing. After we officially became a couple, Wenwen resisted the urge to give in several times, worried that I would discover she wasn't a virgin and that I would look down on her.

After marriage, Wenwen's worries finally subsided because I never asked about her past relationships. After letting go of her psychological burden, she finally devoted herself wholeheartedly to this relationship. Because I pampered her, loved her unconditionally, and we had a harmonious sex life, she felt like the happiest person in the world, especially after we had our child.

However, after I went to the US for training, the sudden single life made Wenwen feel incredibly lonely, especially the difficulty falling asleep alone every night. She felt that her libido had become stronger after childbirth, but because of our harmonious relationship, the problem didn't surface. But after we separated, she realized the problem.

A little over a month after I went to Guangzhou, her first love suddenly came to Suzhou to find her. It turned out that he had been sent to Suzhou by his company for business, and he told Wenwen that he had volunteered to be sent there. Wenwen was quite touched, but didn't think much of it. But then, this guy started asking Wenwen out every few days, launching an offensive with sweet words. Wenwen gradually couldn't resist and began to pay more attention to her appearance. One day while browsing the internet, she accidentally saw a website selling sexy lingerie. Wenwen became somewhat obsessed, fantasizing about wearing these clothes and her first love's infatuated expression. So she mustered up her courage and ordered several sets by mail. Just two weeks before I went home for National Day, Wenwen wore these lingerie and officially started dating him. On the day I returned, Wenwen left work early (because it was Friday, and if the work was finished, she could leave a little earlier) and went to her first love's place for dinner. After dinner, the two couldn't resist becoming intimate. When Wenwen's outer clothes were removed, he was stunned by her alluring body in sexy lingerie and couldn't help but call out "Wife." But Wenwen was jolted awake from her daze and remembered her loving husband, so she reluctantly rejected her first love and went home. When she was almost home, he called Wenwen to apologize, and that's how the earliest scene happened. Because of her guilt, Wenwen imitated the scenes in pornographic DVDs and gave me my first oral sex.

After a happy and sweet married life during the National Day holiday, I left Wenwen again, which made her feel even more lonely and isolated. Although we talked and video chatted every day, it could never replace a living person. At this time, her first love seized the opportunity to contact Wenwen on QQ and entice her to video chat. Finally, a month after I left during the National Day holiday, Wenwen couldn't resist and had her first online sex with him. At the time, Wenwen considered that it wasn't real physical contact, and since they had already had physical contact before, she comforted herself by saying that it wasn't a betrayal. However, this video sex gave Wenwen a huge thrill. But the feeling of unreality and dissatisfaction began to plague her.

Finally, a week later, Wenwen couldn't resist going to see him. That night, Wenwen stayed at his place, and this was the first time I couldn't contact Wenwen. After they had sex, Wenwen cried, and he comforted her, saying: love and sex can be separated. Wenwen gradually accepted this view after his repeated insistence. So she began to act recklessly.

The night before I went home for the New Year's holiday, Wenwen brought her first love home, and they had passionate sex for almost the entire night. In her detailed description, I gradually became unusually excited, and my penis gradually became erect. Wenwen noticed this, glanced at me timidly, and began to tentatively touch my penis. Seeing that I didn't react, she boldly took it out and began to give me oral sex. Obviously, this time she was much more skilled than before. At this point, I was extremely excited and didn't care about anything else. I pushed her away, roughly pinned Wenwen to the sofa, ripped off her outer clothes, revealing a set of light green sexy lingerie, her panties also open-crotch. Looking at Wenwen's somewhat disheveled and swollen private parts, a familiar scent of male bodily fluids mixed with a sour smell wafted up. Wenwen quietly explained that they had done it again before going out for dinner, then said she was going to wash up. I didn't agree, silently grasped my penis, parted Wenwen's pants, and thrust it hard into her private parts. Slippery and hot, but noticeably not as tight as before. I pounded into Wenwen with a sense of revenge, and after a few thrusts, a "plop plop" sound came from our point of contact. That night, it barely stopped.

The next day, looking at Wenwen, her face streaked with tears, fast asleep, I left home without a word and returned to Guangzhou. From then on, I never answered Wenwen's calls again. She texted me, saying she wanted to come to Guangzhou to see me, but I refused. With New Year's Eve approaching, I hadn't adjusted my mindset and was preparing to spend the Spring Festival alone in Guangzhou. My mother-in-law and parents called one after the other. My mother-in-law only said three things: first, Wenwen was sorry; second, she was sorry for not raising her daughter well; third, she didn't object to any of my decisions, but hoped I would think it through.

My parents called to scold me, saying that I didn't even come home for the Spring Festival because of work, but luckily my daughter-in-law and grandson were there for me. Then they gave me a few words of advice, telling me to take care of myself. Obviously, Wenwen was hiding the real reason from my parents to avoid upsetting them.

My heart was in turmoil. I love Wenwen, but traditional education makes me hate her infidelity. Even if we divorce, what then? My baby will be without a mother, my parents and mother-in-law will be heartbroken and disappointed, and my colleagues will look at me strangely. The key thing is that I still have feelings for Wenwen that I can't let go of. I think I need time to heal.

That Spring Festival, I stayed alone in a hotel in Guangzhou, browsing articles I accidentally came across describing infidelity and swapping, marveling at them while simultaneously experiencing a strange thrill that I couldn't stop masturbating. Looking back now, it's really funny.

Half a year has passed, and time has gradually healed the wounds in my heart. I started communicating with Wenwen, and I was able to calmly analyze the crux of the problem with her. Hearing my son's innocent voice calling "Daddy, I miss you" through the phone, I knew I should go home. During this time, through a friend's recommendation on QQ, I joined a group about sex swapping. In the group, I communicated with strangers, trying to understand their thoughts. At the end of 2005, through their introduction, I joined the "Happy White-Collar Club," browsing it almost daily, though mostly lurking. After more than half a year of communication in the QQ group and browsing this website, I think I accepted this basic theory: love and sex can be separated; satisfying and passionate sex can further enhance love!

At the beginning of this year, I started considering whether to recommend this website to Wenwen. Because of the previous events, I was worried about whether she could accept it, or whether she would suspect that I was indirectly punishing her. My wife and I discussed her previous infidelity and shared our perspectives. Wenwen frankly admitted that this affair gave her a familiar yet intense thrill, especially because she felt no psychological burden, so she was very uninhibited and actively tried many positions and variations, even experiencing a childlike smugness like someone who's been caught cheating. As she read more and more swapping stories, she frequently fantasized about her wife being sexy with other men (including her first love), finding it very exciting. This made her extremely aroused during sex with her, and the pleasure was exceptionally intense. My wife often asked me what was wrong with her, why she was so excited. I didn't answer. Did she expect me to tell her that I was fantasizing about her being fucked by other men while we were together?

Such fantasies often made me want to try it out. Maybe swapping partners would be really exciting, but how could I tell my wife? Excitedly, I started to have ideas. Later, my wife and I would often visit adult websites together, slowly introducing her to articles about couples swapping. At first, she was shy and hesitant to read them, so I encouraged her and explained the concept. "You're really brave,"

Wenwen exclaimed. "Actually, it's possible. It can increase interest between couples, and if handled well, it can even improve the relationship," I said, sharing my perspective. "As long as the couple has a good relationship and can honestly exchange their views and confirm each other's attitudes, there won't be any problems. Don't you see how excited they are?"

After discussion, my wife accepted this idea, and we often visited websites like "Happy White-Collar" together to read these kinds of articles. When we got excited, we would get very passionate. While we were having sex, I would say things like, "How about we do this too? Let another man fuck you," which would make my wife even more excited and enthusiastically respond to my thrusts, feeling a special tightness down there. From then on, we enjoyed this method of increasing sexual interest. My wife often put herself in my shoes and responded to me more openly.

I felt the time was right, so I suggested to her that we find someone to swap partners. She agreed, shyly but also with some anticipation. Then we started contacting a couple I knew from Nanjing via QQ. The man was 33 years old, 172cm tall, and quite muscular, which my wife liked. The woman was 31 years old, fair-skinned and beautiful, worked at a bank, and was quite tall at 170cm. It was also their first time. So we started dating, chatting via video to ask each other about our opinions on this kind of thing, our preferred sensual ways, etc. The man and I often teased each other's wives, which felt very exciting. My wife was very passionate every time we had sex; it seems women can be really scary when they let go. After a month of dating, we decided to go to a resort in the suburbs of their area—quiet, perfect for us. On

May Day, we left our child with my mother-in-law, and my wife and I went to Nanjing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. At the highway exit, we saw their car; they seemed to be looking forward to it too. The two cars drove straight to the resort, one after the other. After we entered the living room of the villa, I sat down next to Ya, and Lin sat next to my wife. Perhaps a little shy, everyone was silent for a moment. Gradually, everyone relaxed and started talking, gradually touching on sensitive topics. The women were no longer reserved and boldly responded to each other's teasing. I put my arm around Ya's waist, whispered some suggestive words in her ear, and felt her body heat up, her breathing become heavy, and her fair face flushed. I felt excited, and my penis hardened. I pulled her into my arms and began to caress her. My wife and Lin were also close together, whispering, his hand stroking Wenwen's leg. I felt it was about time, so I gave Lin a wink, and then everyone, laughing and talking, led their wives to their respective bedrooms.

I hugged Ya and kissed her lips. Her body was very sensitive, and she quickly responded passionately. I tasted her tongue while my hands caressed her body. My desire grew stronger and stronger. I undressed her, revealing Ya's fair body before me. Her slender figure was shapely and graceful, and the dark, glossy pubic hair below her flat, slightly stretchy abdomen beckoned me to explore the more beautiful scenery there. I was already rock hard. I pounced on Ya on the bed, pressing my burning body against her and began kissing her. Her breasts were full and felt wonderful in my hands. I kissed one while kneading the other, letting the snow-white breast change shape in my hands. Ya was also very aroused, her fair skin glowing pink with passion. When I kissed her vulva, it was already very wet. Her pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was dark and glossy. Her labia weren't black, just a slightly darker color. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, and a lot of fluid had flowed out.

"Come on, I can't take it anymore, mmm... mmm..."

Ya couldn't bear my teasing and begged for my penetration. I was also almost unable to hold back; my penis was hard and throbbing. "Can we not use a condom?"

I pleaded with Ya. "Mmm...whatever you want, hurry up!" I excitedly pressed against Ya's crotch, thrusting forward and smoothly penetrating her body. A tight, hot pleasure instantly spread from my lower body throughout my entire being. My penis was tightly enveloped by her hot, wet vagina, feeling so good.

I began to thrust forcefully, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, plunging deep into Ya's body each time. Ya wanted to straighten her upper body as I did this, moaning incessantly. Soon, her vagina contracted rapidly, trying to suck me into the deepest part of her vagina. Her hands tightly hugged my neck, her legs tightly wrapped around my buttocks, as if she wanted me to flatten her. Ya's orgasm was intense and long, bringing me intense pleasure. I pressed myself against her, kissing her, and began to speed up to match her orgasm. After a while, I asked, panting, "Ya, I want to ejaculate inside."

Ya didn't answer, but she hugged me even tighter, agreeing to my request with her actions. At that moment, my mind was blank except for the thought of thrusting in and out of Ya's body, feeling wave after wave of intense pleasure surging from my lower body throughout my entire being. The room was filled with the sounds of "slap slap" as we pounded together, Ya's soft moans, and my heavy breathing. Soon, I felt my climax approaching, and my penis grew even harder and larger. With all my might, I thrust my penis into Ya's vagina, my burning heat mingling with my semen as it shot into her body. She, too, reached her second climax under my stimulation. It had been a long time since I'd felt such intense pleasure. Our climax lasted a long time; all my strength had been used up in our previous encounter. I lay motionless on top of Ya, kissing her, savoring the afterglow of our climax. "So good, are you good?"

I asked, stroking Ya's body. "Mmm, very good, you're so amazing, I almost fainted," she replied, her face flushed from the afterglow of her climax.

We teased each other, talking about marriage and sex. Soon, we both felt like continuing. This time, Ya took the initiative, giving me oral sex; her technique was quite good. We adopted the woman-on-top position, and her movements were incredibly passionate. Her plump buttocks swayed and rocked rapidly against my hips, giving me frequent and continuous pleasure. Ya had great stamina; she remained on top until we reached our second climax. While Ya and I went to the bathroom, sexy sounds came from the other bedroom. We peeked through the crack in the door and saw my wife on top, her body rising and falling, moaning loudly. My large penis appeared and disappeared in her vagina, a ring of white foam around its base. Her hair seemed to be wet, no longer flowing.

"Your wife is amazing!"

Ya whispered in my ear. "Yeah, you're just as good," I replied, my eyes glued to their joined bodies.

My wife and I stayed in Nanjing for three days, lost in our sensuality, doing whatever we wanted, trying many different positions. The next day, I deflowered my wife (I was happy to get her first time from behind since I hadn't gotten her virginity before). I also let her experience the "sandwich" sensation (I really admire women's patience and tolerance, haha). Of course, Ya couldn't escape either, haha. After our first exchange, Wenwen and I felt even stronger. We knew that it was our sincerity and trust that made the exchange possible; it didn't negatively impact our family, but only added new excitement to our married life. Later, Wenwen told me she deeply regretted cheating on me. But then she playfully added, "If she hadn't cheated, how could we have had such a great exchange?" I was stunned.

I poured out my entire married life in one breath—it was exhilarating, but also a bit tiring. I hope everyone will offer kind suggestions and opinions after reading this. Thank you all in advance. (10-08,
Chapter 29: The Wife Has a Unique Charm)

I watched her holding the little boy's slender wrist, gracefully and freely crossing several streets, the little boy occasionally looking up at her. Perhaps it was the occasional strange looks from strangers around him that made him uneasy. I would have done the same; anyone would look at this mother and son with admiration and a hint of disbelief. Her swaying, round hips, firm, large breasts, and beautiful figure would attract anyone to such a mature and alluring mother. But I am a person with ulterior motives; I had been watching her for a long time.

This woman's name was Hou Fen. She first appeared in the company's conference room, where the business manager was discussing matters with her. She had long, wavy hair, wore a low-cut light green dress, and her shapely, fair legs extended perfectly into white strappy heels. Especially striking was the defined cleavage of her breasts, her full bosom making one want to pinch them. That day, her mature charm deeply attracted me—no, it was more accurate to say she completely captivated me.

Strictly speaking, she wasn't a stunning beauty. For a woman nearing 40, she exuded the exquisite charm of a middle-aged woman; she didn't need to be conventionally beautiful to be incredibly alluring, like a perfectly ripe peach. If "seductive" were to describe her, I think it would be the most fitting word. From then on, I couldn't bear to be without her for a moment. Lustful thoughts constantly surged within me, and because of these thoughts, I firmly believed that one day I would have this beautiful flesh in my mouth.

Lost in thought, she stopped in front of a clothing store. A quick glance revealed it to be a women's lingerie shop… I wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing under her skirt—white lace? Black cotton? "Buy a high-waisted thong! That'll be perfect for you. Before we go to bed, after I undress you, I'll spend a few minutes having you perform oral sex on me while wearing these, my hands roaming over your round, full buttocks, watching you envelop my penis with your lips, swallowing and releasing."

She lingered in the shop window for a long time before finally stepping through the automatic doors. A moment later, I began to imagine her trying it on.

About half an hour later, she emerged carrying a gloomy gray bag… Wasn't that her most mysterious symbol of sexual desire? A faint smile of joy radiated from her face. The little boy looked up at her again. "Lucky you," he thought, "you saw what kind of underwear Mommy wore. It doesn't matter, one day you'll know what kind of expression Mommy has when she does that kind of thing." Oh my god! With that thought, my crotch bulged, so I gradually shortened the distance between us, waiting for an opportunity.

Around noon, she seemed to have a purpose, quickening her pace, and soon led the little boy into a restaurant. I paused for a moment and followed her in. The restaurant wasn't crowded, which was unusual for lunchtime. Hou Fen and the child chose a corner table, while I pretended to choose a table with my back to them. After ordering and serving drinks, she said to the child, "Be a good boy and sit still! Mommy's going to the restroom."

The opportunity had arrived!

She swayed her skirt as she walked towards the restroom. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a few numbers. Hou Fen's phone

rang in her purse.

"Little one, Mommy's phone is ringing, quickly take it to Mommy!"

I turned around with a kind smile.

The little boy obediently reached into his purse, grabbed the phone, and ran to the restroom.

Naturally, the sleeping potion I had prepared for her was quickly poured into the orange juice.

A few minutes later, Hou Fen and the little boy returned to their seats. "Strange? Who called? They didn't say anything."

She muttered, casually placing her cell phone on the table, then slurping down her drink. At that moment, I almost fainted.

When the waiter finally brought the food, the little boy asked, "Mommy, are you sick?"

"Um... Mommy feels a little stuffy, something's wrong..."

Hou Fen replied weakly, the medication taking effect.

"Then you should eat quickly so you'll feel better!"

"Okay, you eat first. Mommy just needs a little nap."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hou Fen slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.

The long-awaited moment finally arrived. I feigned concern, "Little one, Mommy seems unwell. Shall Uncle take Mommy to see a doctor?"

The little boy, bewildered, didn't know how to answer and just stared at me.

I reached out and touched Hou Fen's forehead. "Oh dear! Mom has a fever! It'll be terrible if we don't hurry! We have to find the doctor quickly."

I helped Hou Fen lean against me, and put my arm around her waist. Her skin felt soft and warm to the touch. The little boy, carrying his purse in one hand and clutching his mother's clothes with the other, obediently followed me to find the "doctor."

Of course, the little boy was easy to please. I just needed to tell the receptionist to give him a tip, and the hotel service was always surprisingly attentive. As I helped Hou Fen into the elevator, I couldn't wait to frivolously touch her round buttocks. But that's the exciting part of the game. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to restrain myself. The more I thrust, the greater the pleasure. When my lust was about to overflow, it would be like a burst dam, uncontrollable, and I would become a beast.

Thinking of this, my penis was already so hard that I could hardly stand. The narrow space of the elevator was filled with the scent of her perfume. Hou Fen leaned against me, weak and defenseless. Stepping out of the elevator, I simply picked her up, found the room, and laboriously placed her on the bed before quickly closing the door behind me.

Hou Fangyu lay sprawled on the soft white bed, her firm breasts forming two mounds that extended down her slender waist to her private parts, where a slight bulge appeared. The sheer dress sank inwards from there, accentuating the shapely contours of her thighs. It didn't matter; the goddess was already within my grasp, and the more beautiful the moment, the more I wanted to savor it. I noticed the paper bag she had just taken from the clothing store; inside, of course, was the symbol of her sexuality. I hoped it was a high-waisted, thin-strapped thong. A casual peek revealed a maroon silk thong, with a transparent, floral, and extensively cut-out design in the front and back, but the fabric covering her vulva was slightly more than I had imagined. The new underwear looked lewd but was lifeless; I had no interest in it and tossed it aside. My gaze returned to Hou Fang's sleeping face. I freed one hand to unzip my pants and laboriously pulled out my erect penis. Doing this in front of her was something I had dreamed of for a long time; the feeling of defiling a goddess was intoxicating.

I moved closer to her, rubbing my veiny penis and pressing it against her lips. The precum seeping from the glans dripped onto her lips. I gently circled the head of my penis against her lips, then slipped my fingers between her lips, forcefully parting her teeth. I lowered my hips, and my penis slid into her mouth. A warm, moist, and wonderful current immediately shot through my brain. (Ah… this is the tingling sensation that drives men wild…

I slowly thrust deeper, Hou Fang kept her eyes tightly closed and didn’t utter a sound, her face contorted from the intrusion of the foreign object in her mouth. As I moved my hips, I caressed her breasts; the fact that a woman nearing 40 had such elastic breasts made me marvel as if I had found a treasure. With a little more force, a mound of beautiful flesh quickly filled my palm, and at this moment, I wouldn’t let go even for a thousand reasons. Although she was sleeping soundly, I hoped she would react, so I increased the pressure of my hand, her round, soft breasts deforming beyond recognition in my hands, but she didn’t even flinch, which made me feel a little disappointed yet also a mixture of pleasure and disappointment.)

(What would happen if I were a little rougher? I was curious. I reached into her V-neck, unhooked her bra, and pulled out her magnificent breasts. Her fair and large breasts came into view, still bearing the marks of my footing. Her areolas were a little darker, and the nipples of a woman who had breastfed were slightly larger. I thought that besides her son, her husband must also love this place. So, it would be very pleasurable to defile it. I opened my mouth and began to suckle, my tongue circling around her nipple. In no time, it was incredibly erect.

At this moment, my penis, which was in her mouth, swelled even more. I couldn't resist lifting her skirt. Her flesh-colored thong tightly covered her lower body. I really liked flesh-colored underwear; it made her body look even more sexy, like a layer of disguised skin on a woman's body.) I surveyed my prey, noticing her already moist vulva, the seeping fluid staining her panties a deep brown.

I extended my middle finger, pressing lightly against her clitoris through her panties, slowly circling it. I could smell the woman's anticipation of intercourse. Her vulva seemed to beckon. I withdrew my penis from her mouth, parted her legs, and the hidden entrance to her valley was brazenly revealed. But I hesitated. Should I simply dismantle her last defenses, or make her bend over?

Without much thought, I forcefully turned her around. The sight of her full, round buttocks was almost unbearable. I then pulled her panties upwards with force, the top digging deep into her vulva. I could clearly see her dark pubic hair. At that moment, she stirred.

"Ugh..."

Is it unbearable? My goddess.

Her slender fingers gripped the sheets. I thought she would regain consciousness soon, but the real show was just beginning. I put my middle finger in my mouth, moistened it with saliva, and then gently pressed my finger against the panties at the entrance of her vagina. My finger then moved up and down along the entrance, and Hou Fang's buttocks trembled even more violently. A woman who reacts is always better than one who doesn't. I used my finger to hook up the panties that were bunched up and then released them hard. The panties bounced back and slapped against her clitoris, and her breathing gradually became heavy. I repeated this action until her inner thighs stiffened, and then I paused for a moment.

"You know, if your husband knew that his beautiful wife's... well, you know... "

I brought my face close to her legs, carefully examining the enchanting opening before me. "It's already so wet that many men could enjoy it... Wouldn't he feel a different kind of pleasure? Don't you think that subconsciously, men all hope that their wives are having sex with other men in front of them?"

She didn't answer. I thought she couldn't speak yet. Looking into her purse, I found her cell phone, and an extremely exciting motive flashed through my mind. I found my husband's phone number in my contacts and pressed the dial button, waiting for the game to begin.

"Beep...beep...hello, darling, what's up?"

I held the cell phone to Hou Fang's lips.

"Say hello to your husband! He must be wondering what you're doing right now,"

I whispered in her ear.

Then I pulled down her thong, her alluring vulva glistening with pearls. I brought my face close, inhaling deeply through my nose, feeling an unprecedented happiness. The unique, sensual scent of a mature woman filled my nostrils. I extended my tongue, gliding it lightly over her vulva like a boat gliding over water, my tongue tip coated with slippery love juice. Without thinking, I tasted her flavor in my mouth.

The slippery, smooth taste of a mature woman was indescribable. I licked upwards at her tightly closed anus, goosebumps rising on her buttocks. Now, the show was about to begin. I could no longer be slow and deliberate. I sucked deeply into her vagina, making "slurp, slurp, slurp" sounds. Finally, I gently bit her labia, and Hou Fang's body trembled slightly as she let out a soft "hmm."

"Fang, how are you? Why aren't you saying anything... Hey... Hey..."

I wanted her now, I wanted her madly. Before this, I whispered in her ear, "Beautiful lady, after you taste my cock, you won't want your husband anymore."

Her body tensed up. She woke up faster than I expected, but it was all too late.

I turned her over. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing was heavy. I roughly spread her legs, my glans pressing against her vulva. I hesitated for a moment, then thrust in hard. Hou Fang immediately frowned, biting her lower lip to hold back her cries, her body stiffening and arching.

"Ah... so tight..."

After my cock was completely inside, I quickly pulled out and went in again. Now I had become a beast. An anxious voice came from the other end of the cell phone: "Fang, what's going on? Where are you? I can hear a man's voice!"

Tears streamed down Hou Fang's face as she struggled to cover her mouth and nose.

Seeing her desperate attempt to hide her embarrassment, I wrapped my arms around her legs and placed them on my shoulders, raising her plump buttocks so I could penetrate deeper. When the head of my penis almost reached her cervix, she couldn't help but

let out a soft "Ugh... um... it hurts..."

"This... this... you... you shameless woman, what the hell are you doing?"

This was truly a unique live show; the audience didn't need to be large, just one important person was enough.

Hearing her husband's angry rebuke, Hou Fang had recovered most of her composure. She finally opened her eyes, picked up the cell phone, and opened her mouth to say something, but with my penis going in and out of her wet vagina, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she was too shy to say anything. I raised my hand and slapped her round buttocks hard, and she let out a miserable "Ah!"

"Hou Fang! You shameless woman, tell me where you are! Tell me!"

"Husband...I...I'm not...it's not what you think...sob..."

"Damn! You dare call me after doing this? If it's not what I think, then what is it?"

While listening to her conversation with her husband, I thrust into her with all my might. She tried to suppress her trembling sounds while simultaneously trying to push my lower abdomen away. During this process, her breasts swayed violently in front of me, and her vulva secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid. The extra stimulation of intercourse gave her body an incredible pleasure.

I reached out and pinched her nipple, bringing it close to her ear: "I want you to tell him, now! Otherwise, I'll pinch it off!"

After saying that, I pinched her nipple even harder.

Hou Fang looked pained, her eyes pleading as she shook her head desperately.

"Or do you want your son to see how his mother plays with a man's vagina?"

I had to stop what I was doing to warn her. A woman can betray her husband, but she cannot lose her dignity as a mother in front of her son. The reason is simple: a husband can be found again, but a son cannot.

She looked sorrowful, closed her eyes, and turned her head away. After a while, she opened her eyes, and her expression gradually turned strange and resolute. Then she put down the cell phone, pressed the hands-free button, and gave me a mysterious look.

"Husband...do you really want to know...what I'm doing right now?"

"Nonsense! You lowly slut, you...you better tell me the truth!"

I forgot that my penis was still inside her hot, horny hole, and listened to her sexy, seductive voice. Then I urged her in my heart (say it...say it...).

"Didn't you always want to know...if other men besides you also want to fuck your wife?"

So good! She really said it! Now it was my turn to go blank. She really said it!

"Oh...didn't you want to know if other men would feel as good as you when they're between your wife's legs?"

She not only spoke lewdly, but also licked her lips with her tongue, then cupped her breasts with both hands and slowly rubbed them. I didn't care how she had changed so much. Obviously, the importance of her son to her had an unexpected effect. I immediately started thrusting wildly.

"Darling... there's a man in front of me... I don't know him... but... but he's roughly spreading my legs and thrusting into your wife's cunt... oh... he's so hard..."

Her husband, unusually, didn't say a word. I continued thrusting my abdomen in and out of his beautiful wife's private parts, thinking that her husband probably wouldn't live to hear her finish.

After a long time, after countless violent intercourses, a weak, faint voice came from the cell phone: "Did he... did he touch your breasts?"

"Yes... his hand played with there too... mmm... and... and..."

"...and where else?"

"And...and my asshole... oh..."

Hou Fang's expression became increasingly chaotic during her conversation with her husband.

"You slut... are you... are you comfortable? What is he doing now?"

(Of course, he's fucking your wife hard!

"Ah... ah... thrusting..."

"Do you like his southern kingdom? Ah..."

I noticed that her husband's tone was strange, could it be...

"...I...I like...um...bigger than yours...darling...what...what are you doing now?"

This couple's bizarre fetish was an unparalleled aphrodisiac. I pulled out my penis and quickly lifted her up to sit. Hou Fang's plump buttocks swayed in rhythm with her movements, and my penis felt incredibly comfortable.

"I...I held my penis in my hand, fantasizing about you being played with...Ah...you're so filthy...so lewd..."

Our increasingly violent thrusts made "plop plop" sounds.

"Harder...fuck her harder...I want you to fuck her to death...fuck her to death..."

Hou Fang's disheveled hair fell over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the elegant woman she appeared on the street today. Her arms, wrapped around me, dug deep into my skin; the stinging, tingling sensation was irresistible. I probably wouldn't survive today. Since I was going to die anyway, this was somewhat enjoyable. With a determined heart, I cupped Hou Fang's plump buttocks in my hands and frantically thrust up and down for the final sprint.

"Ah...ah ah...husband...I...I'm dying..."

"...Oh oh oh...I...I too..."

"My hole...is going to pierce..."

Ah ah...ah...almost there! I held her tightly, already, already…

“Shoot it in… ah… shoot your thick semen into her uterus… shoot… shoot… shoot…” My penis

loosened, the vas deferens twitched, and hot semen shot straight into Hou Fang’s clitoris. She felt it and reached orgasm at the same time, convulsing uncontrollably. No, it should be said that all three of us reached our peak at the same time.

“…Ah…”

Hou Fang fell back, lying on the bed panting, completely dazed. And I took the opportunity to lie on her chest, burying my face between her large breasts. It felt like I had just fallen from heaven to hell; now, I felt like I was dead.

“Her body is quite good, isn’t it…”

After some time, Hou Fang’s husband said leisurely through his cell phone.

"Other men's wives always seem the most alluring... Sleeping with other men's wives is every man's dream, but there won't be a next time."

With that, he ended the call, leaving only

the echoing "beep...beep..." in the air.

Chapter 30: The Humiliation and Comfort Party

for Married Women. Naomi also attended a comfort party held by Segawa, the principal of the kindergarten her daughter Nami attended.

Principal Segawa was a young principal in his forties, with a unique teaching policy that advocated stimulating children's spontaneous learning interest. A large percentage of his kindergarten graduates consistently went on to attend prestigious elementary schools, so the mothers held him in high regard.

This comfort party, held to thank Principal Segawa, was organized by the parents' association centered around Mrs. Nagai.

At the party, all the mothers attended in formal attire, and Naomi also wore a high-end suit, the skirt about ten centimeters above her knees, exuding the charm of a young and beautiful married woman.

(He's looking at me...) Naomi quickly realized the intense gaze from Principal Segawa. And it wasn't just today; she often noticed him watching her, even at kindergarten.

But he didn't seem interested in talking to her; he was simply observing her from a distance.

Naomi didn't pay much attention, after all, being a beautiful woman, she was used to being stared at.

Just then, Mrs. Nagai approached Naomi.

"You're always so beautiful, Mrs. Matsuura. It's not surprising you're getting the principal's attention, hehe..."

Mrs. Nagai laughed in a high-pitched voice.

"How could this be..."

Naomi didn't know how to answer; she was never good at dealing with the gossipy Mrs. Nagai.

"You've been chosen to attend the second meeting after this one, hehe, you're so lucky!"

After this gathering, which most of the mothers attended, there was a second meeting that was originally planned for only PTA staff members. However, Principal Segawa suggested that a mother from outside the PTA be included, and as a result, Naomi was selected to attend the second meeting.

She wasn't particularly interested in PTA activities, but now that she was surrounded by the staff members, she found it hard to refuse.

(There was no other way; if it was only for a short while… Naomi decided she could simply make an excuse to leave midway through the second gathering.

Her husband was away on business, and her child was currently being cared for by her mother at her parents' home.

The second gathering was being held in a basement bar near the hotel. Besides the principal, there were five members of the parent-teacher association, including Mrs. Nagai, while Naomi sat at the very end.

Principal Segawa was talking to Mrs. Nagai, his eyes constantly glancing at Naomi, but he didn't say anything to her.

Naomi didn't pay much attention to the members' conversation, just drinking her cocktail alone, and soon began to feel a little tipsy. Suddenly

, all the lights focused on the stage at the front of the bar, making the seating area even darker.)

"The performance begins!"

A man's voice blared from the loudspeaker, accompanied by eerie music.

All eyes were on the stage, including Shangmei's, who watched with curiosity, wondering what was about to happen.

A man appeared on stage, dressed in black leather, holding a leather whip in one hand and a leather whip in the other. His hair and eyebrows were completely shaved.

The man smiled at the audience, then suddenly lashed the ground with his whip, followed by pulling on the leather whip in his other hand.

"Ah... have mercy on me..."

A woman's sobs rang out.

On the other side of the whip was a young woman with her hands bound behind her back. The front of her dress was ripped open, exposing her breasts, and the side of her short skirt was also cut open, revealing her thighs and waist. She wasn't even wearing underwear.

As the woman struggled slightly, the pubic hair at the base of her thighs was vaguely visible.

Shang Mei was so shocked by this sight that her body stiffened.

The man attached the end of the rope binding the woman's hands to a hook that had been lowered from the ceiling, fixing the woman upright on the stage.

"Hehe, showing such a lewd thing, is it because you want to be tortured?"

The man used the handle of the whip to press against the woman's nipples and rotate it, while his other hand reached inside her short skirt, gently caressing her buttocks.

"I hate it... Ahh, let me go!"

the woman cried out, pleading as she twisted her half-naked body in an attempt to escape.

The man's hand, caressing her pink buttocks, lifted her skirt, revealing her bare, fleshy bottom to the audience.

Then, with a "crack," the whip struck her snow-white arm.

"Eek!"

The woman's body writhed, trembling uncontrollably.

(How could this be! Shangmei covered her mouth, almost screaming in astonishment.

The whip continued to lash the woman's pink buttocks on the stage, one strike after another. While the man rhythmically lashed the whip, his other hand was also busy fondling her front, including her breasts and even the triangle area below her abdomen.

Shangmei almost wondered if she was dreaming; her clenched hands were covered in sweat, and she couldn't utter a word.)

"Noble and beautiful Mrs. Matsuura, this SM show is too stimulating for you, isn't it? Your face is already as red as an apple!"

Naomi seemed not to hear Mrs. Nagai's words or the laughter of the other committee members.

Principal Segawa also smiled, his eyes fixed on Naomi's shapely thighs exposed under her short skirt, but Naomi also failed to notice his gaze.

The whipping on stage had ended, and the man picked up a large, erect dildo.

"This thing is about the size of a black man's penis, you're in for a treat! Hehe..."

The man held up the dildo for everyone to see, while his other hand lifted the front of the woman's skirt.

"Ah...no! This thing...ah!..."

The woman's waist twisted incessantly, but she couldn't escape the intrusion of the dildo.

(Ah...that big thing...) Naomi suddenly realized that she had unknowingly placed her hand on her inner thigh. Was it because of the alcohol? Now she only felt her head burning, completely dominated by the eerie atmosphere on stage.

She didn't notice that Principal Segawa, taking advantage of the dim lighting in the audience seats, had unknowingly come to Naomi's side, and even wrapped his hand around Naomi's slender waist, placing it on her exposed knee.

The principal's hand moved from her knee up to her thigh, and even slipped inside her short skirt.

(Ah, how annoying...) Although she had already noticed Principal Segawa's inappropriate behavior, perhaps influenced by the lewd performance on stage, Naomi didn't even have the strength to resist or speak up to stop him.

(Ah, this kind of thing…) As the principal stroked her thighs, Naomi couldn't help but recall the time before she got married, when she was still an office lady and was sexually harassed by a pervert on a busy train.

Back then, just like now, when the pervert reached under her skirt, Naomi felt both disgust and anger, but she couldn't muster any strength to resist.

After stroking her round, firm thighs, Principal Segawa's hand moved further between her tightly closed thighs.

(No, no… I hate it…) Naomi wanted to resist, but she couldn't withstand the principal's stubborn advance.

After spreading her knees, Principal Segawa's hand moved upwards along her inner thighs.

"Oh…"

A shameful moan escaped her lips, as if resonating with the woman on stage.

Mrs. Nagai chuckled at Naomi's reaction.

The principal's hand was now almost at her underwear, causing Naomi's knees to tremble.

(Ah...stop it...) Although her skirt was being violated, Shangmei's gaze never left the stage. Watching the woman on stage being violated by a dildo, Shangmei felt as if she were in the same situation as the woman on stage. The

lewd hand moving on her inner thighs completely destroyed the strength in Shangmei's legs. She felt her whole body drenched in sweat, and her breath was hot like fire.

The woman on stage was approaching her climax, and her cries were becoming more and more lewd.

"Just throw it in already! Are you feeling extra excited to be watched by others!"

The man on stage shouted as he thrust the dildo in and out more violently, "plop! plop!"

making the woman's lower body splash with fluid.

(Ugh! How...how could this be...) Naomi's mind grew increasingly confused.

The principal said nothing, but his fingers had already slipped past Naomi's panties and finally reached her private parts.

Naomi watched as the woman on stage reached her climax in extreme excitement.

The long, dildo pulled out from under her skirt lay on the ground, glistening wet in the light. With a low, grating motor hum, it spun lewdly.

(Ah...) Naomi's lips trembled.

Principal Segawa's fingers, which had slipped past her panties and reached her crotch, were also spinning like an electric vibrator, burning Naomi's head with pain.

Although she knew she had to escape his grasp and go home immediately, Naomi couldn't muster any strength to resist.

At that moment, something else seemed to be happening on the stage. The woman from before had been taken away, leaving only the bald man still standing on the stage.

"Among the female guests, is there anyone who would like to experience SM firsthand?"

Although there were quite a few female audience members, no one responded to the man's question.

"You can recommend others too!"

"Then I recommend Mrs. Matsuura Naomi, hehe!"

Mrs. Nagai exclaimed, and the other members of the parent-teacher association immediately chimed in in support.

"Is it Mrs. Matsuura Naomi? Ah, what a stunning beauty! Please come up on stage!"

"W-why is this happening!..."

Although she wanted to refuse, Principal Segawa, who had just pulled her hand out from under her skirt, smiled and forcefully pushed Naomi forward.

The man on stage came down and reached out to bring Naomi back onto the stage.

"No, no, please find someone else... Ah, please stop..."

"No problem, madam. I'll stop as soon as you cry out in pain."

After saying that, the man tied Naomi's wrists with a rope, then looped the rope around the beam in the atrium to hoist Naomi's hands up, making her stand on her tiptoes in a straight line.

"This... I hate it..."

The naturally timid Naomi could only utter weak sounds. The man then gagged her with a strip of cloth, preventing her from saying anything.

"If you hate it, then please cry out, madam."

After saying this, the man slowly circled around Naomi's body, occasionally lashing the floor with his whip, making Naomi feel a sense of oppressive fear.

"What a beautiful body, madam. Your breasts and buttocks are quite large, a body very suitable for SM, Mrs. Matsuura..."

As if confirming Naomi's fullness, the man stroked her buttocks through her skirt, then cupped her breasts and began to knead them.

(No...stop, I hate it...) Naomi's cries turned into low moans under the reins.

Unconsciously, his hands had already slipped inside her skirt.

"Ugh, ugh!..."

Naomi trembled all over, her waist twisting left and right, as if trying to escape the man's hands.

The man chuckled.

"Madam, actually you really want to try what it's like to be tortured, don't you!"

As he whispered, the man's hands pulled her panties down to her knees, then his hands continued to stroke her buttocks.

(No, no... Please stop!... Waaah...) No matter how hard Naomi tried to call out, she could barely make a sound under the weight of the man's reins.

Under the bright lights, and in front of a large audience including Principal Segawa and Mrs. Nagai, Naomi could hardly believe that this was happening.

The man made Naomi turn her back to the audience, then pulled up her skirt, exposing her pink buttocks completely to the guests.

(Eek, no!...) She felt the gazes from all around shooting at her buttocks like arrows.

"What a beautiful butt, madam. So fleshy, and the way it hangs up is also very nice, it makes me want to torture it!"

The man slowly rubbed Naomi's buttocks as if showing them off to the guests, then vigorously shook her white, fleshy buttocks from below.

The beautiful, hemispherical buttocks reflected a white glow under the lights, full of feminine allure.

"Mrs. Matsuura is really bold! She's always so elegant, but now she's showing her whole backside! Hehehe..."

"She says she doesn't want it, but the way she's wiggling her hips makes her seem quite excited!"

"But that ass is truly beautiful enough to make one envious, hehe..."

Mrs. Nagai and the other mothers laughed and talked as they watched.

With her mouth gagged by the gag, Naomi could only helplessly watch them mock her.

Principal Segawa also kept staring intently at her buttocks, occasionally licking his lips with his tongue.

The man on the stage, while playing with Naomi's pink buttocks, laughed and said, "Such a fine ass, why not try the taste of buttock punishment! If you don't want to, just say no!"

"Oh!..."

Although she wanted to say no, how could she speak with her mouth stuffed with cloth!

"You want to say 'ok'? Madam, you certainly have a masochistic interest! Hehe..."

The man's fingers then inserted between her buttocks, touching her anus!

Naomi immediately felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

(This...this is disgusting...I hate it...Ahhh, stop!) Naomi twisted her waist wildly like a madwoman, her long hair flying everywhere; even her filthy excretory organs were not spared, Naomi found it hard to believe.

The man's fingers began to rub against her anus.

"How is it, madam, how does it feel to have your ass played with like this?"

"Ugh...Oh!..."

"It seems to be the first time your ass has been played with, hehe, such a nice ass, you might get addicted after just one time!"

His fingers moved in circles, and the man's lust grew stronger, as if he were obsessed with Naomi's fleshy buttocks.

The poor anus contracted and shrank sensitively under the teasing of his fingers, making it even more interesting to play with.

(I hate it...Ahhh...This is disgusting, let me go...) The blow of having her anus played with in public on stage caused Naomi's strength to rapidly disappear.

The pain spreading from the center of her body to her whole body drove Naomi's rationality into madness.

(Ah...no...) "So sensitive, madam. Your asshole has softened, hehe, looks like I can put my finger in now!"

Before Naomi could even hear what the man was saying, his finger had already shoved into her hole!

(Eek!...No!...This is so disgusting...) A miserable sob escaped from her mouth under the reins.

But her asshole, softened by the previous rubbing and playing, easily and completely accommodated the man's finger, going all the way to the root. No matter how hard she tried to contract, it was all in vain.

"You're happy, madam. Your asshole feels so good gripping my finger, you really have a great ass!"

The man slowly rotated his finger, scraping the inner wall of her rectum, and then began to thrust.

(Eek! Ahh...It felt like a raging fire burning from inside her anus.

(Oh dear, my body feels so strange...All my strength is gone, and my legs, even in high heels, are trembling unsteadily.)

"As expected of a woman with top-notch sensitivity, your cunt is already soaking wet!"

While the man was penetrating her anus, his other hand reached forward, his fingers glistening with the honey-like fluid.

The man removed Naomi's bridle.

"Oh!... Ah, ahh..."

Naomi gasped, almost breathless.

As the man's hand, holding the dildo, reached towards her genitals, Naomi, already in a state of irrational confusion, involuntarily spread her legs apart.

Why did this happen? And with Principal Segawa and Mrs. Nagai watching... Even so, Naomi felt a real pleasure.

Fear made her body tremble violently.

On stage, as the man's fingers thrust in and out of her anus, the enormous dildo also penetrated her cunt. The resulting pleasure was something Naomi had never experienced before.

What kind of frenzied, seductive behavior had she displayed? Naomi no longer understood; all that remained was the memory of the intense pleasure.

"You want to be abused, don't you, ma'am?"

The man's voice lingered in her ears after that day. She even dreamt about it.

("I want to be abused? Lie! It's not true!... But the physical pleasure I felt then was so real."

) ("Oh, darling..." Thinking of her husband on his business trip, Naomi felt both guilty and remorseful.

To change her mood, Naomi went to a beauty salon after dropping her daughter off at school.

After getting a beautiful new hairstyle, on her way home, she passed a park when a man got out of a parked car and walked up to her.

"We meet again, ma'am." "

!..."

Naomi's face changed drastically, because the man in front of her was the bald man she had seen in the SM show three days ago.

"No!"

Naomi reflexively tried to run away, but her wrist was grabbed.

"Where do you think you're going, ma'am? I'm the kind of person who makes your asshole very happy."

"N-Don't say that!")

"Remember this feeling?"

The man, disregarding their public place, wrapped one arm around Shangmei's waist while his other hand caressed her arms through her skirt.

"Ah! Stop..."

"Hehe, don't you like this? Don't be shy!"

The man whispered in Shangmei's ear as his hand slipped inside her skirt.

"Ah..."

Shangmei instantly lost all strength and was easily pulled into the car.

"Ah, where do you want to take me?... "

Shangmei asked, her voice trembling.

"To a place where I can properly torture you, of course!"

"Wh-why is this..."

Shangmei bit her lower lip, weakly shaking her head.

Although she knew she had to escape, Shangmei's waist was numb from being held so tightly, and her mind was a mess.

The man controlled the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand slipped inside Shangmei's skirt, reaching for her panties at the top of her thighs.

"Hehe, I think your pussy and asshole miss me too!"

"No, no..."

Shangmei cried out in an almost inaudible voice, her beautiful face already flushed red, utterly powerless to resist.

After about twenty minutes of driving, the car entered the parking lot of a small hotel.

The man had already booked a room, and when Shangmei was led to it, her heart nearly stopped pounding at the sight inside.

The room had a gynecological examination table, and next to it were things resembling prison cells; ropes and chains hung from the ceiling and walls, and a canteen nearby contained various instruments used to torture women—it was practically a torture chamber.

"This...this kind of place...I hate it!..."

Shangmei tried to escape, but the man grabbed her and slapped her across the face!

"Eek!"

"Hurry up and strip naked!"

The man held a whip in his hand and lashed it out.

"Ahhh..."

Shangmei weakly shook her head, urging the whip on, and began to undress.

She took off her outer garment and pulled her skirt down to her feet, leaving Shangmei in only a pure white bra and panties.

"Take it all off, quickly!"

He lashed out with the whip again, and Shangmei flinched in alarm, hurriedly starting to remove her bra.

Her nearly 90-centimeter-long breasts sprang out.

Shangmei covered her breasts with one hand, and with the other, she began to remove her panties.

She slightly bent her knees, reaching up to cover her crotch.

"Hehe, what a wonderful body. Don't cover up, madam!"

Shangmei could no longer say anything, only obeying the man's orders; apart from her high heels, she was completely naked.

The man, holding the whip, circled Shangmei, lewdly grinning.

He pressed the whip tip against Shangmei's breasts, gently kneading them, as if feeling their elasticity; then suddenly, with a "crack," he lashed the whip across Shangmei's buttocks!

"Eek!...Please don't hit me..."

"I had to go easy on you in the shop that day, but now you can do whatever you want here. Are you happy, madam!"

"Ah...Spare me..."

Under the terror of being whipped, Shangmei had no ability to resist.

The man whipped her pink buttocks again.

"Eek!"

"Hehe, what a beautiful butt!"

The whip cracked again.

"Ouch!..."

The man then picked up a bundle of hemp rope.

"Put your hands behind your back, madam."

"Ah..."

Shangmei quickly put her hands behind her back, but he immediately tied her wrists together tightly with the rope. The hemp rope then wrapped around Shangmei's full breasts, binding her tightly.

The loss of her freedom of movement filled Shangmei with new terror. However, the deepest pain in her body made her almost unable to stand.

"Sit there, madam. You should know how to sit after giving birth!"

The man pointed the whip in his hand at the maternity examination table.

"No, no..."

"Today I'm going to strip you naked, every inch of you, and then I'll torture you properly! Hey, hurry up!"

"Ah... Eek!"

Her buttocks were whipped again, forcing Shangmei to walk towards the examination table.

Her naked body, with her hands tied behind her back, stretched out in front of the examination table, first stepping her high-heeled legs onto the footrest.

"Ah... Why is this happening..."

The shame of raising her legs and spreading them apart made Shangmei's mind burn like fire, and her whole body turned pink.

"Open your legs wider, I want to see your pussy and asshole clearly too!"

After saying that, the man used the leather straps on the footrest to fasten her knees and heels.

"Ah, so shameful..."

Shangmei's legs trembled uncontrollably, her head burning as she swayed from side to side, sobbing softly.

The man then found a chair between her legs and sat down like a doctor.

All of the woman's private parts between her legs were now completely exposed to his eyes.

The four men admired her while carefully examining her with their fingers.

"Such a beautiful vulva, it doesn't look like you've ever given birth!"

He parted her labia.

"Isn't it already wet! Hehe, you say you've been abused, but your body still reacts like this, what a helpless wife!"

"I hate it... don't look! Ahh..."

"Actually, you want to be seen, don't you, wife!"

The man's fingertips repeatedly teased and manipulated her lower body as if analyzing its structure.

"Stop... I hate it..."

"You hate the fleshy hole, so you want me to look at your asshole instead?"

His fingers moved from her vulva to her anus, causing Shangmei's whole body to arch like a bow.

"There... no, don't... have mercy on me..."

"I already checked the sensitivity of your asshole last time. You can feel it, can't you, wife!"

"Ahh... no..."

The constant rubbing at her anus caused Shangmei to sob. But what frightened her even more was that she couldn't refute the man's words.

"Your lovely asshole... Madam likes having her asshole played with, let me make you understand that!"

"This kind of thing... I hate it..."

Shangmei's anus began to relax under the rubbing.

"Look, your asshole is opening by itself, because it feels more torture, Madam!"

"No!"

When the penetration began, Shangmei seemed to bounce up.

However, this time, what was to be inserted was not a man's finger.

Chapter 31: A Married Woman's Shopping Adventure

Jiajia, 29 years old, married for 5 years, has 2 children, and her husband is the owner of a trading company.

Jiajia is 168cm tall, 55kg, and has measurements of 37E, 25, 37. In her youth, she was a flight attendant on international routes. With a beautiful face, long black hair, fair skin, and a tall, slender figure, she exuded a classic beauty. Although her figure became slightly fuller after marriage and childbirth, her breasts remained large, though they had begun to sag after three children. Because of her naturally fair skin, her areolas and nipples remained a youthful pink, though they were more than twice the size of those of an average woman. She had stretch marks on her slightly protruding abdomen, and her buttocks were slightly large. She was naturally pubic hairless, with no pubic hair on her mons pubis, making her large, plump, and everted pink labia majora particularly prominent.

Before marriage, Jiajia flew international routes, so like other flight attendants, she was attractive and sought after by many. Being young, she was also playful, especially fond of sex, accepting threesomes and anal sex. During her eight years as a flight attendant, she had sexual relations with over 200 men, the majority (about 150) being foreigners. Of these 200 men, 90% were involved in prostitution, introduced by senior flight attendants, so she earned a considerable amount of money, but spent it all without saving any.

She met her husband on a plane, dated for six months, and then married him. After marriage, at her husband's request, she quit her job to become a full-time housewife. Within five years, she gave birth to two sons and a daughter. She has not had sexual relations with any other men since marriage. However, her husband remains busy, doing business abroad, and the couple rarely see each other throughout the year, but they live peacefully together.

A few days ago, Jiajia received a new product catalog from the Mandemaren lingerie counter at Shin Kong Mitsukoshi Department Store. Thinking she hadn't bought any lingerie in a long time, and taking advantage of some free time this afternoon, she tidied herself up a bit after lunch and took a taxi straight to Shin Kong Mitsukoshi. She shopped for almost two hours, picking out four sets of sexy French imported lingerie for herself, costing nearly 15,000 yuan. She also bought some clothes for her husband and child. In just two hours, she had spent 50,000 yuan. After leaving the department store, she felt a pang of regret. Since getting married, she hadn't worked and relied on her husband for support, spending nearly ten million yuan of his money over the years. Fortunately, her husband owns a trading company and has a decent income; otherwise, how could they live such a leisurely life? Just as she was about to hail a taxi to reciprocate, something unbelievable happened?

Suddenly, two people with microphones and two cameras appeared. "Miss, I'm sorry to take up your time," one of them said. "We are special correspondents from the Taiwan branch of the Japanese XX Film Company. We need your help to film a video of a Taiwanese woman. There will be payment afterward. Please help us."

I glanced at them and said, "Excuse me, I need to go home." At this moment, the two people with microphones suddenly knelt down and begged, "Miss, please help us. The whole video only needs one more person to be completed, and you are so beautiful and kind-hearted. Please help us. It will only take a moment." They explained the filming content and begged for almost 10 minutes, and they guaranteed that the footage would be pixelated and there would be no mistakes. They even showed me a Japanese-published film. They seemed quite respectable and didn't seem like bad people, so I had no choice but to agree and accept their filming.

They immediately took me to a nearby motel to prepare for filming. Upon entering the room, I saw that in addition to the original four people, there were three more: a director and a lighting technician, making a total of seven. Initially, I didn't want to film, but I couldn't resist their pleas, so I reluctantly started.

Inside the room, they explained the content, the level of intimacy, and the payment:

1. Showing underwear -

1000 yuan; 2. Stripping naked, showing labia and clitoris -

5000 yuan; 3. Accepting touching of breasts and genitals -

10000 yuan; 4. Performing oral sex on the host until ejaculation -

20000 yuan; 5. Having sex with the host -

50000 yuan.

After considering it, I agreed to film the first item, allowing them to film my underwear. Only when I took off my clothes did I realize... I went out without a bra today, wearing only a white see-through panty. My 37E breasts were completely exposed. They complimented my 37E breasts, saying they were beautiful. I thought that would be the end of it, but I couldn't resist their compliments and words. They said that since I had already shown them my breasts, I would get 5,000 yuan if I took off my panties. I thought to myself, since I had already shown them my breasts, I might as well take off my panties too and let them see as much as they want. It's just looking, it won't hurt me. So I took off my panties. But when I took off my panties and revealed my pubic area without a single pubic hair, they all said in unison, "What a beautiful white tiger! This is the first time I've seen a mature woman without pubic hair." When they asked me to sit on a chair, I spread my legs and exposed my genitals. Even my clitoris was erect and engorged with blood. I realized that I was already wet down there.

One of the hosts, with a pleading face, knelt and kowtowed, begging that it wanted to touch or kiss my plump, pink labia majora, and pleaded with me to grant its wish and fulfill its mission for the day. I softened and couldn't resist its pleas, so I agreed to their request and allowed them to touch me. (Actually, deep down I also had some desires myself.) The moment they touched me, it was too late to regret it, because my body began to show signs of desire and I started to moan softly. Whether they were sucking or stroking, gradually, my body betrayed my reason. My breathing became rapid, my moans grew louder, my vagina flowed with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and my hands flailing wildly. Gradually, I abandoned my moral compass and became very eager to have sex, and they knew what I wanted at that moment. Just as I was in a daze, a finger was inserted into my vagina, and I cried out, "...Oh...ah...oh..."

I moaned softly.

At the same time, a penis appeared in front of me. I didn't resist at all, but immediately started sucking it hungrily, making it hard and thick. At this moment, I completely forgot my vigilance and only cared about sucking the penis. The intense oral sex lasted for about ten minutes, and the penis finally ejaculated. The thick semen filled my entire mouth, and I actually swallowed all the semen with great satisfaction. At the same time, I licked the penis clean, and said with lingering desire, "I want more, I can't take it, fuck me quickly." I didn't notice at all that there were already three people waiting to fuck me.

One of them flipped me over, making me lie face down. I stuck my butt out, lifted the big dick, and thrust it all the way in, pumping rapidly. "Ah...ah...um...ah...oh...um..."

I cried out involuntarily. "Ah!...oh...oh oh...I can't take it anymore..."

"Um...no...I can't...oh...ah...ah..."

"Deeper? Harder?"

"...Ah...so good...so hard...so deep..."

"Oh...oh...so good...ah...so good...it's killing me...I'm going to come...ah...it's killing me...ah..."

At the same time, while I was moaning, another dick was stuffed into my mouth, and I sucked on it greedily. The big dick went in and out of my mouth, and my tongue would lick and swirl around its glans from time to time. Sometimes I would take the whole big dick into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. After about ten minutes, they switched, and I changed to lying down, continuing to make love in the normal position.

At first, it kept rubbing its glans against my clitoris, teasing me at the entrance of my vagina, making me feel so uncomfortable. "Mmm... ah... faster... faster, I can't take it anymore... come in... I... ah... I want you to come in..."

I looked at it with pleading eyes, gripping it tightly and pulling my vagina closer, hoping it would fuck me quickly and stop teasing me.

Finally, its big penis went in, and I felt an unprecedented length and hardness, a throbbing pain coming from my vagina.

"So long... so thick... so hard..."

It was more than twice the size of my husband's.

"Do you like it... wife... it's all because of... you... ah... your performance just now made me hard," it praised me, and then began to thrust rapidly. Each thrust was faster and harder than the last. It almost made me ecstatic. "Madam...you've...flowed so much...your juices today...my little brother...it feels so...good..."

"Oh...push harder...I'm almost there..."

I started moaning again, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

"Oh...it feels so good...so...so good...ah...you...you're going in so deep...you're going to kill me...oh...I can't...I can't take it anymore, it's so deep...oh...oh..."

"Ah...it feels so good...I've never...been played with by such a thick cock before...it'll break me..."

"Oh...it feels so good...please have mercy on me...I really can't take it anymore...it's so deep, I really can't take it...enough...please...have mercy on me...no...I can't take it anymore...oh..."

"Ah...it's already...it feels so good...faster! I can't take it anymore...I can't hold back!faster...I'll come...faster!..."

"Oh...oh...it feels so good...such a great cock..."

"Oh... I'm coming... I'm going to... I'm going to come... Don't stop... Fuck me harder..."

"Oh... It feels so good... Oh... I'm done... I'm being fucked to death by your cock... Ah..."

I climaxed again, and then they switched partners. This time, they made me lie face down, and someone started to taste my anus. As they gently poked their fingers into that beautiful anus, a look of pain gradually appeared on my face. I unconsciously stood on tiptoe, raising my buttocks higher to match the unbearable swelling and pain. Although I had anal sex experience before, I hadn't done it since getting married, not even with my current husband. So at this moment, my anus was extremely sensitive and delicate. Just the insertion of a finger sent a jolt of electric pleasure through my entire body. I trembled as if struck by lightning, half-lying on the bed, moaning, "Mmm... mmm... oh..."

They pressed the thick glans against my anus and slowly inserted it. They told me to relax my lower body muscles so that the penis could be inserted smoothly. When I felt the entire penis completely inserted into my anus, I felt a sensation I had never felt before. My scalp tingled!

His penis was thick and long; I think my anus was seeing something amazing. It felt like it was about to split open. But after a few thrusts, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a tingling sensation. I felt completely filled by his huge penis. His penis kept thrusting into my anus, while others used their fingers to penetrate my vagina. So both my holes were being used by him. He then grabbed my firm, high buttocks with both hands, quickly pulled out, and then thrust in again with lightning speed! I was stunned by the sudden thrusting, and it continued to thrust relentlessly. The pleasure emanating from my anus mixed with the grinding sensation in my rectum, leaving me weak and limp on the bed, letting it wantonly violate me. I cried out lewdly, "So good... I've never been... penetrated in the ass by such... amazing cock... It feels so good..." "

...So good... So... good... Ah... Ah... So good..."

"Oh... Ah... So hard... So long... It's killing me... I'm going to come... I'm going to come..."

"You're so good... You're going to... So deep... So deep... Ah... Mmm..."

"Ah... You... Ah... You... You're going to fuck me to death... I... I'm going to die... Ah... Ah... Deeper... Deeper... Ah..."

"Ah... Ah... Ah... It's killing me... Your big... cock... It's killing me... Oh... Oh... Oh... Buzz... So good... So comfortable... Oh... Oh... Oh..."

"Oh...so comfortable...so...so pleasurable...ah...you...you're going to fuck me like this...you're going to kill me...ouch...I can't...I can't take it anymore...oh...oh..." I

was so dizzy from being fucked that I started talking nonsense. It turned out to be another series of orgasms. My anus kept trembling and contracting, and it couldn't hold back either. I felt my anus getting tighter and tighter, and its penis started to swell up, thrusting in fast and deep, finally shooting hot semen deep into my rectum.

While I was still in the throes of my climax, that huge penis was inserted into my vagina again, slowly thrusting in and out. My long-hidden lewdness was unleashed once more. "Oh...oh...my pussy...so comfortable...so good...ah...so good..."

"Ah...so beautiful...so comfortable...hum...ah...so good...thrust harder...faster...faster...thrust harder...never...before...such a big...penis...ah...ah...fuck me...fuck me...my pussy...oh...harder...um...ah...fuck me...fuck me to death..."

"Oh...oh...so good...such a great penis..."

"Ouch...so comfortable...so...so good...ah...you...you're fucking me like this...it's killing me...ouch...I can't...can't take it...oh...oh..."

"Um...you...you're fucking me...so comfortable...ah...so good...so good..."

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Ah...you...you're killing me...so comfortable...so beautiful..."

"Ah...so...good...it's killing me...ah...so good...again...do it..."

"Oh...uh..."

"Oh! Yes...that's it...no...no...don't stop...harder...thrust...thrust me to death..."

Ouch...so good...so...so pleasurable...ah...you...you're going to go in so deep...you're going to kill me...ouch...I can't...I can't take it anymore...oh...oh..."

"Ugh~~~~~~no more, so deep, so good, "Oh! It's so deep...it's killing me! ...Oh...don't stop...harder...thrust all the way in...ah! ...use a little more force!" "Ah...oh...

" "All the way in, thrust me harder! Hurry, fuck me to death, "Faster...fuck me faster...I'm going to...come...come...ah!" "...Ugh..." "Oh...okay...please spare me...I really can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore...enough...please...please spare me...no...I can't take it anymore...ouch..."

After thrusting hundreds more times, it heard my moans and saw the indescribable expression of pleasure on my beautiful face. It was overjoyed, its lust intensified, and its penis grew even larger, thrusting even more violently. Each time it withdrew, the glans reached the entrance of my vagina, and when it thrust in, it went all the way in. Then it lifted my waist, tilting my vagina so that the glans would rub against my cervix, and my vagina would suck and rub against the glans.

"She...I...I'm going to ejaculate...ah...so good..."

"Ah...your vagina feels so good...I...I'm going to cum..."

Not long after, a stream of hot, thick semen shot rapidly into the depths of my vagina. I convulsed with pleasure, holding it tightly. This feeling was an orgasm I'd never experienced during sex with my husband since we got married.

In just two hours, I easily earned 50,000 yuan! I never imagined that shopping could be so enjoyable and profitable—it was absolutely amazing!

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