[Urban] Married Women and Young Wives' Adulterous Affairs (Complete) - 13-15

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Chapter 32 of the Four-Part Series on Married Women:

The First Impression of a Beautiful Anus

(Part 1) It had been a long time since I'd had such a good prey. Her stunning beauty exuded an aura of intelligence, and her sensuality was like that of a fashion model. Even from beneath her skirt, one could sense her full hips and long, beautiful legs. Before even boarding the train, Kurokawa Ryuya couldn't control his boiling blood. He'd noticed quite a few women on his way to university, but none had ever made his heart race like this. The evening rush hour, coupled with delays due to track maintenance, made the platform even more crowded than usual.

Unaware that Ryuya had already noticed her, the beautiful woman, carrying a child of about three years old, stood on the sweltering platform, seemingly anxiously waiting for the train. The paper bag in her hand indicated she was returning from shopping, and her strong face appeared incredibly delicate.

She didn't seem to have a child; she was truly a beautiful woman. How could he not enjoy himself with her! Hehehe…

Ryu followed closely behind the woman, his eyes constantly scanning her buttocks, a wicked smile on his face—the confident smile of a self-proclaimed lecher.

This beautiful woman was with three other women, but they didn't catch Ryu's eye. A long-delayed tram pulled into the station, packed with passengers. Because it was an air-conditioned tram, the crowd was even more intense. The people on the platform rushed towards the doors. The woman, perhaps because she was holding a child, seemed hesitant about boarding, but she followed behind the other three women as they prepared to board.

Ryu, of course, wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by. Taking advantage of the crowd, he grabbed the woman's waist and pushed her into the tram. While pushing her in, he quickly lifted her silky-thin skirt with his other hand. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, so Ryu immediately reached for her underwear.

"Ah!"

the woman cried out, but she was helpless in the crowded tram.

Pushing the woman into the tram while doing this was a technique honed through years of experience. This method was incredibly effective against this seemingly strong-willed woman. It was almost 100% successful, especially when she had companions. By the time she noticed something amiss in the crowd, the man's hand was already inside her skirt, making it nearly impossible to resist. Especially since she was holding a child and had companions. To protect her child and to avoid being discovered by her companions, she was powerless to resist the man's advances.

Just as Ryuya had predicted, the woman stopped inside the train, then her body trembled slightly as she turned to glare at Ryuya. But the crowd continued to push in, so she quickly turned back to protect her child.

"Are you alright?"

a companion asked her from a short distance away.

"Yes, I'm fine,"

the woman quickly replied. She was clearly trying to avoid being noticed by her companions.

"There are so many people today,"

Ryuya whispered in the woman's ear in the almost immobile carriage. The woman's beautiful buttocks and the fullness of her breasts, almost bursting out of her underwear, made Ryuya's hands feel incredibly comfortable; the wonderful sensation of his fingers almost snapping back gave him immense satisfaction.

“Madam, your buttocks are unbearable,”

Ryuya whispered again, slowly stroking her buttocks from under her underwear.

Ryuya’s judgment was correct; she was probably strong-willed and had a strong sense of self-respect, so she occasionally glared at Ryuya, then put on an indifferent expression. At first, she tried to twist her hips to get rid of Ryuya’s fingers. But when she realized that the crowded people made it impossible, she started stepping on Ryuya’s feet with her high heels. As the tram slowly started moving, the woman naturally leaned back to protect her child, but when she felt Ryuya’s fingers digging into her flesh, she quickly pulled back.

Ryuya watched the woman talking to her companion with a very natural expression, while fully enjoying her buttocks. At this point, it was completely Ryuya’s domain. First, he stroked the woman’s two mounds with his palms. Then his fingers slipped under the line between her underwear and thighs, stroking forward along the seam of her pants, and of course, backward along her thighs where she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. The slightly sweaty thighs felt incredibly wonderful to Ryuya.

Just randomly touching won't work; the key is to follow a certain rhythm, slowly moving from the waist to the valley between the breasts, from the thighs to the apex of the mounds, and from the periphery towards the center of the woman's body. If you suddenly reach into her panties, the woman will definitely scream. It's better to start by slowly caressing from the periphery. Only after the woman reacts should you insert your fingers into her panties.

"Madam, enjoy it, I'll make you feel very good,"

Longye boldly whispered in her ear, while simultaneously moving his hand from the breasts towards her thighs.

Even so, the woman still occasionally glared at him, then pretended to be calm. She didn't try to stop Longye with her hands, only biting her lower lip. In reality, because she was holding the child, she couldn't stop Longye's hand even if she wanted to.

"Madam, you seem to be having pleasure, your buttocks are trembling,"

Longye whispered, taking advantage of the situation. Hearing his words, the woman's face twitched.

"Hehehe, you can scream if you want. But you'll be the one who embarrasses yourself. Anyway, your buttocks are too good."

As he spoke, Longye's hand didn't stop. Watching the woman's face slowly flush, biting her lower lip and lowering her head, Ryu breathed into her ear. Ryu was confident in dealing with the woman; he could see her nose twitching and her conversation with her companions starting to break down.

Hehehe, she was desperately trying to hold back. It was about time to take off her panties. But he hadn't expected such a good prey...

When the tram arrived at the station, many more people rushed in from the opposite door, and Ryu used this force to pull the woman towards him, then pulled her panties down a short distance.

"Ah! No."

The bold action made the woman cry out softly, but to others, it was just something she said because of the crowded people.

After the tram started moving, Ryu used the vibrations of the vehicle to caress her bare buttocks. Directly touching the full flesh made Ryu feel as if his fingertips were about to melt. Just like that, Ryu almost reached his climax.

(II) When he pressed down hard on his fingers. The flesh of her buttocks seemed to want to bounce his fingers back immediately. He had never encountered a woman with such buttocks before. As he lifted her from below her breasts with his palm, the woman's buttocks jolted and stiffened.

Ah! He couldn't take it anymore…

Ryuya almost forgot he was on a train, and a desire arose within him to reach into the valley between her breasts. Whenever Ryuya's fingers even slightly indicated they were about to enter, the woman would desperately twist her buttocks in resistance. Her beautiful mouth seemed about to open and scream. Based on Ryuya's past experience, unless the woman was exceptionally docile, she was already at her limit. Besides, touching her anus, if his fingers continued to penetrate, the woman would definitely scream.

But Ryuya had lost his composure; the excessively arousing breasts were beyond his control. Ryuya's fingers suddenly landed in the valley between her breasts, and the instant his fingers touched her anus, the woman began to scream.

"Ouch, no!"

"What's wrong?... Are you alright?"

his female companions asked in unison. The surrounding passengers also turned to look with strange expressions.

Oh no… Ryuya quickly withdrew his fingers.

Seeing the woman's flushed face, the other women asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell, or has someone been harassing you?"

They probably sensed from their female instincts that their beautiful companion had been harassed.

However, this beautiful woman seemed particularly nervous upon hearing the word "harassment," hurriedly shaking her head, "Nothing... really nothing."

She seemed embarrassed by the harassment and didn't want her companions to know.

Her pride also seemed very strong.

Hearing the beautiful woman's words, the surrounding passengers glanced at Ryuu and immediately turned away.

"Ah! That's dangerous, I shouldn't push myself too hard..."

Ryuu's hand moved to the woman's thigh, and he sighed deeply.

But since she had just denied being harassed, this meant that as long as he didn't go any further, the woman would allow Ryuu's actions. Ryuu began to caress her breasts again. The woman seemed to be unable to bear this action and kept stepping on Ryuu's feet.

As the tram slowed down, the beautiful woman said goodbye to her companions and prepared to get off. After the tram stopped, the woman began to walk towards the door. Ryuu followed the disembarking crowd, pushing the woman while quickly reaching between her breasts. Controlling his pounding heart, when he found her anus, he touched it hard and rubbed it at the same time.

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

With the woman's scream, she and Ryuu were brought to the platform.

Although it was only for a very short moment, the woman's clenched anus left a strong sensation on Ryuu's fingertips.

The woman glared at Ryuya from the platform, then slapped him across the face.

Her action was sudden; she glanced at him dismissively and strode towards the ticket counter.

Ryuya, caught off guard by the slap, didn't even have a chance to speak.

"Hmph, what a strong woman. I like her even more."

Although young, Ryuya already had a taste for this type of strong, assertive woman. Strong resistance during a rape only heightened his excitement. A

smug smile played on his lips as he followed the woman at a distance. The area in front of the station was a newly built community, making it very quiet as the dark road stretched out in all directions.

The woman, probably because her underwear had been pulled down, went into the restroom to tidy herself. When she came out, there were almost no pedestrians in front of the station.

She looked back first, didn't see Ryuya, and then walked into the increasingly dark road. Ryuya, hiding behind a corner, immediately gave chase. He could see a child's sleeping face on her shoulder; the innocent sleeping face contrasted sharply with the woman's mature buttocks.

After walking about two hundred meters, Ryuya immediately caught up and touched her breasts from behind.

"Ouch!"

the woman cried out sharply, turning around to look.

"Hehehe, your ass is really nice."

"What are you going to do?"

Ryuu's face was somewhat pale as he stared at him with wide eyes.

"I just can't forget that ass I touched on the train. How about we play a little? You're already having fun, aren't you? Let's continue the game we were playing...hehehehe."

Before Ryuu could finish speaking, the woman started yelling.

"You've done such a disgusting thing...filthy! So filthy!"

At the same time, the woman's hand slapped Ryuu's face again. *

Slap!* ...Just as Ryuu was caught off guard, the woman started to run away.

"Damn it, I won't let you get away."

Ryuu prepared to give chase.

"Young master, wait a minute."

Just then, a burly middle-aged man grabbed Ryuu's arm. Ryuu, who was focused on chasing the woman, was startled when he saw someone suddenly appear.

"Sakabe, what are you doing here?"

This man was a senior executive at Kurokawa Shipping, which was run by Ryuu's father.

“I saw it on the train. This is too dangerous. What if you get caught?”

“Let’s talk about that later. Let’s chase that woman first…”

Ryuya wanted to continue chasing the woman, but she had already run quite far.

“That woman is not allowed.”

“What! Sakabe. Do you know that woman?”

Ryuya’s eyes lit up with excitement when he heard Sakabe’s tone, as if he knew the woman.

“Young Master’s lust is truly unbearable. Right now, President Kurokawa is at his most important. Young Master should know not to do anything that will cause trouble!”

Sakabe said in a low voice. Kurokawa Shipping Company is composed of gangsters, so society pays close attention to them, and their business is not very smooth. That’s why they started getting involved in drugs and prostitution again, handling the export of drugs and prostitutes to Southeast Asia.

“I know that. Tell me quickly who that woman is.”

In the past, Sakabe had cleaned up the messes for Ryuya many times after he got into trouble. But this time, he wouldn’t let him continue, because the business was just getting on track, and it was too dangerous to target respectable women.

Sakabe thought for a moment, but still couldn't resist Ryuya. Ryuya was the president's only son and would soon become Sakabe's leader.

"That woman is the wife of the guy involved in the incident, her name is Emiko."

"Is this Emiko the journalist you're talking about?"

"Yes. The guy who attacked us in the newspaper when we were gang leaders. He said he'd expose our fake disbandment." When

Ryuya was in high school, he was the leader of a street racing gang, and Emiko came to interview him, saying "like father, like son," and launched a fierce attack in the newspaper.

At least because of Emiko, his father's gang had to pretend to disband.

"Hehehe... So she's Emiko's wife. I didn't expect him to have such a good wife."

"Young master, at least don't touch her now. She's always been a strong-willed woman. When the president tried to bribe her, she threw him back. Even taking pictures of the rape, as before, didn't intimidate her." "Her

name is Emiko... Emiko..."

Ryuya seemed to be infatuated with Emiko. Her eyes gleamed with an unusual light, and she seemed to ignore what Sakabe said.

At this moment, Sakabe looked at Ryuya, and a plan slowly formed in his mind.

If he could cleverly use Emiko, he might be able to become a small leader in his own right... This wicked thought grew stronger and stronger.

Ryuya was indeed infatuated with Emiko, so Emiko was the best bait to please Ryuya. Besides, the president might also be very satisfied with Emiko...

Thinking of this, Sakabe's ambition turned into a firm determination. Sakabe had long had his eye on Emiko, and now he could say he had killed two birds with one stone. However, it would be impossible to make Emiko submit using ordinary methods. He absolutely could not afford to fail with her even once, so he had to carefully formulate a plan, otherwise it would have serious consequences. Sakabe pondered this in his mind, a terrible smile appearing on his face.

(III) On this day, Sakabe sat under the shade of a tree by the swimming pool, lit a cigarette, and stared at the college girls swimming in the water.

His gaze shifted from the girl's beautiful face to her healthy body in a swimsuit, thinking, "Having a sister like this is such a surprise."

He had found Emiko's younger sister, Masako, at the university's aquatic ballet club five days ago.

The first time he saw Masako, he felt the same shock as when he first saw Emiko. Masako resembled her older sister Emiko greatly; her confident face was incredibly beautiful. And, as expected of a university student, she exuded a healthy beauty, yet also evoked the image of an unripe fruit, giving a refreshing feeling. If her older sister Emiko was a blooming peach blossom, then Masako was a pure white lily.

Masako seemed to love swimming very much. After club practice, she practiced alone until late every day. Perhaps because it was summer vacation, the sound of cicadas could be heard in the pool when no one else was around.

As dusk fell, Sakabe stripped down to his underwear and jumped into the swimming pool.

"Who?...Who are you?"

Masako cried out in panic. She shouted at the unfamiliar middle-aged man who surfaced, "Who are you? This swimming pool is off-limits to outsiders."

A dragon tattoo was visible on Sakabe's shoulder; anyone who saw it could easily guess his identity. Alone in the pool with this terrifying man, Masako instinctively felt she was in a dangerous situation.

"Miss, are you Miss Masako?"

Sakabe said with a grin. But he quickly cornered Masako in the pool.

"Don't come any closer! Please leave the pool; this pool is not open to the public!" Masako's face was pale, and her lips trembled as she spoke.

"Hehehe, Miss Masako, your body is so beautiful, it's irresistible to men."

Hearing Sakabe's lewd words, Masako felt terrified.

"I've always fantasized about a beautiful college student like this crying in my arms."

As Masako tried to escape, Sakabe suddenly grabbed her waist.

“Let me go… I’m going to scream!”

“Don’t be in such a hurry to scream. Soon enough, you won’t be able to stop crying even if you don’t want to.”

“Ah…”

Masako’s body struggled in the water.

Sakabe pulled out a dagger, the dagger gleaming ominously, and lightly slid it across Masako’s neck. Sakabe’s movements were so practiced.

“Your butt is really nice, no wonder you’re a college student.”

Sakabe wrapped his hands around Masako’s buttocks.

“Ah! No…”

The nauseating sensation on her buttocks made Masako’s body tremble involuntarily. And this was in the water. It was very inconvenient to move around. Coupled with the fear of being killed if she resisted, Masako had no choice but to let Sakabe do as he pleased.

Sakabe touched Masako’s breasts with his fingers through her swimsuit.

“No! Help!”

The feeling of shame made Masako scream. But just letting the dagger lightly glide across her breasts was enough to shut Masako up. Masako had been pampered since childhood, so the dagger had a great effect on her.

Masako, who had already started to cry out of fear, was a stark contrast to her older sister, Emiko.

“If you don’t want to die, behave yourself. I don’t like killing young women either.”

Sakabe lightly poked her breast with the tip of his dagger while making a fierce expression.

“Ah, don’t kill me…”

Her cries grew louder.

“Then put your hands on your head. If you put them down, I’ll cut off this cute nipple.”

Hearing Sakabe’s fierce voice, Masako immediately put her hands on her head.

“Hehehe, don’t put your hands down.”

The dagger, swaying in the water, cut the shoulder strap of Masako’s dress-like swimsuit.

“Ah… no…”

Masako shook her face in fear. But because she was afraid of the dagger, her hands didn’t move, and the dagger moved down from Masako’s shoulder into the cleavage covered by the swimsuit.

“No, what are you doing?”

“Why are you asking me what I’m doing?… Hehehe, I’m going to make you naked.”

“I don’t want to be naked! Don’t make me naked.”

Masako shook her head and cried.

“Shut your mouth.”

Sakabe slapped Masako hard across the face. A crisp snap echoed across Masako's face, ending her resistance. Sakabe seemed to revel in Masako's fear, the dagger slowly sliding downwards. The dagger seemed incredibly sharp. Soon, the swimsuit was torn in two at the chest.

"Ah, like this..."

Masako's sun-baked face swayed from side to side as she cried.

"I see your breasts. Hehehe, bigger than I imagined."

A smug smile appeared on Sakabe's face.

As the dagger moved, the swimsuit, like an insect's shell, revealed beautiful limbs in the water. Full breasts were fully exposed, tears dripping from Masako's face.

"Miss Masako. You're about to be completely naked, hehehe, this is what you looked like when you were born!"

"No. No..."

Masako let out a low, hoarse moan, trying to bend her naked body.

"Don't move!"

"Yes, yes..."

Hearing Sakabe's threatening voice, the naked Masako straightened her body again.

"Masako, now you're completely naked."

Sakabe held the torn swimsuit in his hand, grinning broadly.

Tears of shame and humiliation streamed from Masako's eyes. Her hands trembled slightly above her head, a testament to the depth of her humiliation.

"Hehehe, your body is quite nice."

Her healthy, beautiful body, still stiff, swayed in the water.

"No. You can't look!"

Feeling the man's lewd gaze, Masako shook her tear-streaked face. Trying to squeeze her thighs together meant her face would sink below the surface; in the depths where she could barely keep her face above water by standing on tiptoe, she had to constantly move her legs, otherwise she would sink.

With each movement of Masako's legs, the dark pubic hair swayed in the water, creating an unsettling sight.

"I want to love you properly, come over here."

Banto reached out and twisted Masako's waist, pulling her forcefully.

"I don't want to... please spare me..." Their bodies pressed tightly together. "Hold my shoulders with

both hands." "I don't want to... please spare me!" Banto answered with a dagger. With just a light touch of the blade on her neck, Masako would have no way to resist; the only way was to cry. "Hurry up and hold me tight." "Spare me, spare me!" "No, now I'm going to let you taste the flavor of open-air sex." "Ah..." Sakabe forcefully hugged Masako's beautiful buttocks. Masako felt her body burning hot from excessive fear and humiliation. "Hehehe, you're holding me well, but use a little more force." "Ah..." Masako cried out in despair. Because her thighs were forced apart by Sakabe, the intense shame made Masako shake her head repeatedly. Sakabe's hand reached between her thighs, finding what seemed to be a woman's genitals that were not yet fully mature. "Hehehe, this isn't your first time, is it? You have a man, right?" Sakabe asked viciously. "Waaah... Spare me..." Masako cried and nodded. "Then, let me ask you, how many times have you slept with him?" "That kind of thing... ah..." As Sakabe spoke, his fingers were still subtly moving. It seemed he wasn't going to rape her immediately, but wanted to continue bullying the beautiful college student. "I'm asking how many times you've done it? Do you want me to use a knife?" "Three... times..." Masako's voice was very soft as she answered.

“Three times? Those couples don’t seem to know enough. That makes me worth teaching you.”

Sakabe grinned smugly again.

“But speaking of which, college students these days are all so lewd. Hehehe.”

“I’m not like that, we love each other…”

“Is that so? Then Masako will love me right away.”

Sakabe’s lewd words made Masako’s ears turn red.

“No, help…”

A strong sense of shame made Masako’s body burn.

“Hehe, I’ll teach you properly.”

Sakabe grabbed Masako’s thighs tightly; Masako had no way to escape now.

“Ah…ouch!”

Sakabe’s hot penis plunged deep into Masako’s body.

“Masako, we’re finally one.”

Sakabe grabbed Masako’s buttocks and moved back and forth forcefully.

He thought about how he was defiling such a beautiful woman. He couldn’t quite believe it himself, only knowing to thrust his penis violently.

In the humiliation, Masako let Sakabe play with her body at will, only wanting him to finish as soon as possible.

To be conquered by such an ugly middle-aged man, Masako couldn't help but writhe her plump buttocks amidst sorrow and humiliation, feeling an unbearable shame.

Sakabe roughly shook Masako's body, satisfied that his plan was starting smoothly.

Before long, Sakabe ejaculated a large amount of semen into Masako's body.

Chapter 33: The Housewife's Direct Sales Company

- Mimi, since marrying into my family, has never worked again. She soon grew tired of the monotonous life, so at a friend's invitation, she went to learn about a direct sales company.

The first time Meimei went to the company, she dressed up deliberately. Already beautiful, she looked even more radiant with a touch of makeup. When she came back, she said a bunch of men were surrounding her, making her feel that her charm hadn't diminished and boosting her confidence! Unable to resist her friends' temptations, she bought some products at her second presentation, saying she needed to experience them before she could share them. Although she excitedly told me all this, I remained unmoved. The multiplication and all that… I basically didn't believe it. But as long as she was happy, it was just a waste of time; let her try it on her own!

Who knew that after only a few times, she actually wanted me to go to a presentation with her. I couldn't refuse, so I reluctantly went.

Upon arriving at the venue, we were greeted at the entrance by Meimei's company director, a tall, 180cm man with a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses. His slender figure exuded a commanding presence, and he shook hands with each of the VIPs entering.

The storytelling session began, with a series of vivid and engaging presentations, accompanied by applause and shouts—it sounded rather cheesy. Add to that the testimonies, each one sounding almost magical, and finally, a success story sharing—it all seemed quite convincing! Then came the awards ceremony, and something unexpected happened: my wife, Meimei, was among the recipients! This surprised me greatly, and this time I really clapped my hands up. Not bad at all! She even won an award! No wonder she was dressed so beautifully tonight; she was planning a surprise for me. She was radiant on stage. After the awards ceremony, the party officially ended, but the after-party was just about to begin.

Meimei's prize was a free trial of the company's body sculpting course. A string of thoughts raced through my mind, but well, it was a prize! There was no other option, and what's worse, the deadline was at the end of the month, leaving only a few days. At my friend's urging, and since I could take her home tonight and avoid the bus, I figured it was the perfect opportunity to enjoy the course today, a chance to relax. I was happy to have some free time and avoid having to socialize with her.

Following instructions, Meimei first went to the beauty salon to wash up. Inside, she took off her outer clothes, including the sexy, semi-transparent thong she'd chosen for her clothes, then changed into a bathrobe, tied her hair up, and put on a paper shower cap. After washing up, she even put on the salon's paper underwear. I glanced at her—wow! She was practically naked! No wonder she was walking so carefully!

A while later, the beautician arrived, a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair, her shapely figure highlighting her professional demeanor. "Hello, I'm Wanyi, the beautician. I've been teaching beauty courses for over 8 years…" After her introduction, Meimei and I gained a little more confidence in the body sculpting course.

Although it was a company-owned beauty room, it was rather simple. The entrance was only partially covered by a folding sliding door. To wait for Meimei, I had to sit on the low sofa opposite the beauty room. However, the sliding door couldn't be completely closed, so I could peek inside through the gap. But due to the angle, I couldn't see the whole room, only a small part.

After Wanyi entered the room, I heard her tell Meimei to lie down first. Meimei did as she was told, which elicited a warm laugh. I heard Wanyi say, "Silly girl! Take off your bathrobe first. Who does body shaping like this? Come on! I'll help you..."

Meimei hesitated for a moment, then took off her bathrobe, her arms unconsciously crossing over her chest. I saw Meimei from the side; she was still quite shy in front of a strange woman, looking really cute. However, she was wearing paper underwear, which was a size too small, making her full buttocks look particularly alluring. The dampness from her recent shower made the thin paper underwear almost transparent. Although I was familiar with that beautiful body, at that moment I couldn't help but feel a strange urge to peep. It felt a little odd, but it was real.

After asking Meimei which parts of her body she wanted to sculpt, Wanyi took a bath towel and covered her, leaving only her lower body exposed. Although I hadn't heard what they were talking about, I knew immediately that my wife wanted to reduce her calves.

Wanyi kept reminding Meimei to relax, that it was normal to feel a little sore sometimes, and to be patient. After about ten minutes of massage, the director rushed into the room.

The director didn't pay much attention to me, just nodded in response, and then said to Wanyi: "There's a table over there full of people from the beauty industry, could you please go and help them?"

Wanyi looked troubled, spreading her hands and saying, "Then what should we do? Aren't you a beautician yourself?" The manager hurriedly said, "My dear young mistress, you know I've never run a shop before. Those older women are alright; if it works out, it's a system. Besides, one or two of them come specifically because of your reputation! Oh! What a great reputation!"

Wanyi was flattered and smiled, looking quite troubled. I saw this and didn't press her, but before I could even speak, they said to Meimei, "Meimei! You're so lucky! Our manager will personally do a body sculpting treatment later, but you'll have to wait a little while..."

Hearing this, I was filled with doubt. She really was lucky! From the moment she arrived, I noticed that Meimei was incredibly popular. A bunch of lustful wolves were all staring at her body with great interest, which is why I was sitting by the door. I also had to deal with bored men who tried to strike up conversations with me. None of them were paying attention, and it was clear I wasn't the only one who noticed the view from this side. They were sharing Meimei's half-naked body while talking to me. Although my rambling only gave them fleeting glimpses, I could still sense the excitement on the faces of one or two men after their viewing, even making comments.

The so-called director took Wanyi to meet the guests and returned within two minutes, smiling and greeting me without asking who I was or my opinion, before going straight into the room.

At this point, Meimei's embarrassment and shyness were palpable. She asked in a stiff tone, "Director, are you really going to do this course for me?" "Uh… I can't accept that!" she said, pulling a towel over her lower body. It was too late to regret that the towel was too small.

The director smiled and said, "Don't doubt it!" "I'm a qualified beautician and nutritionist, that's why I can run this company."

Meimei still felt uneasy and stammered, "Oh...I see, but...I'm a woman...then...then...you're a man..."

The director chuckled, "Women? It's not like I haven't done this before. In fact, most of my clients are women, including some celebrities! So don't worry about it, okay? Just enjoy yourself, okay?"

Meimei wanted to say something more, but the director's hand was already on her smooth, full buttocks. This was hard for me to accept. Meimei didn't see it, but I saw it clearly. The director's expression was malicious. Meimei was too nervous to move, because this was the director she revered like a god! Usually, he was always locked in his office discussing business; her impression of him was only from his incredibly impressive speeches on stage. Today, he was helping her with body sculpting. This contact made her feel incredibly flattered. Compared to her slight shyness, it was nothing. She dared not resist anymore, surrendering everything to this man she admired.

The director sized up the beautiful woman before him. From the first time she entered the company, her allure had already left an indelible mark on every man's heart. Meimei, true to her name, was even more so. Her proud expression was completely genuine, exuding a mature charm, yet she was naive and fearless of the world's treachery. She often spoke with an innate sense of justice. She seemed a little shy due to her unfamiliar surroundings, but couldn't hide her generous personality. Her beauty was different from ordinary cosmetics, possessing a special elegance and depth… In short, words couldn't describe her. But now, Meimei lay half-naked in front of him, her legs tightly closed due to nervousness, looking so flawless. Looking at the corner of her paper underwear peeking out, he thought, "Hey! Isn't it a bit too small?"

He patted Meimei's calf and said jokingly, "So, you're called Meimei? You're really beautiful, why bother with body shaping? Come on, get up, let's call it

a day…" Meimei, hearing his words, became even more radiant, saying shyly, "Where? I'm almost thirty, how can I compare to Xiaoli and Xiaozhi?"

He rubbed Meimei's calves as he said, "Them? Them? Don't even mention it!"

Meimei seemed more relaxed, so he feigned an expression and continued, "From a judge's perspective, they should get 80 points, right?"

Meimei laughed and replied, "That's very high..."

The implication being—what about herself?

He then lightly chopped at Meimei's calves and thighs with his hand, saying, "But the maximum score is 200." This elicited a giggle from Meimei, who said, "You're so mean... How can you insult me like that?"

She suddenly remembered she was facing the director and couldn't be too presumptuous, so she swallowed the rest of her words.

The director then began rubbing her thighs, which brought her closer to her safe zone. Meimei felt a wave of embarrassment; thankfully, she wasn't completely naked, at least she was wearing paper underwear.

The director's hands kept exploring her sensitive areas. She wanted to avoid them but had nowhere to escape. Fortunately, the director was gentle and his hands were delicate, making her feel very comfortable and enjoying herself. She couldn't help but have some fantasies, which made her blush.

The director's hands seemed to endlessly explore upwards. She wondered if she should let him help her with abdominal shaping later, because from the front, the situation would be even more awkward, and her upper body was completely exposed. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the director's skillful hands, which secretly touched her crotch several times. Meimei wasn't a woman inexperienced in matters of the heart; she was no stranger to being touched, but she still retained her innate sensitivity. It wasn't until this time that the director couldn't resist touching her more forcefully that Meimei woke up from her reverie, her sensitive nature causing her to cry out in shock.

Although I could see her from the bed, the director's actions were blocked by his body. Hearing Meimei's cry of "Ah~~~," I immediately paid attention. I heard the director chuckle and say, "Meimei, is it sore?"

Meimei was mortified. She dared not admit that she had cried out because her sensitive genitals had been touched, but the director's gentle hand was caressing her inner thigh, not far from her crotch. The thought of it made her blush, and her sensitive body gradually responded to the beautiful touch.

Meimei shook her head and said, "No...no, um!" The director's massage was very professional...um, but it's a little itchy...she let out a soft moan and said again, "Um! Director, don't...don't touch there...I'll...I'll be shy." The director chuckled and said, "Silly girl, what's there to be shy about? You're wearing underwear, not completely naked!" But in his mind, he was already plotting how to remove her underwear.

Meimei didn't know how to refuse. She only knew that the arousal in her lower body from the thorough caress was growing stronger and stronger, a tingling sensation spreading from between her legs throughout her body. Oh, it's happening again...she was somewhat annoyed by her sensitivity. Ah! "Don't do it again, don't... don't do it again..."

Meimei couldn't help but part her lips slightly and utter a soft "Ah..." This sound wasn't just surprise anymore; I heard another "Ah~~~~"—a long, faint sound. Was Meimei getting aroused?

The director was a little confused. He hadn't put much effort into Meimei, so how could this be? To prove his point, he reached up and pulled back the towel. I saw the towel covering Meimei pushed up to her waist, and he began to work on Meimei's beautiful buttocks.

Meimei was lost in her pink dream. When she suddenly realized the towel had been pulled back, the director was already using his magical hands to caress her sexy buttocks. The touch through the paper panties gave her a slight sense of security, yet it wasn't without its beauty. At least this thin barrier allowed her to retain a little shyness, and it was the same for me, the doorman. Moreover, because the panties were too small, the tender flesh of her buttocks held them just right, preventing them from coming loose, which reassured me quite a bit.

However, to Meimei's dismay, what followed was a series of annoyances. She felt her lower body gradually becoming wet and slippery from the sensation, waves of hot, sweet fluid washing over her.

The director noticed Meimei's buttocks gently rising and falling with his hand. He moved his hand to her groin...slid it down to her crotch, lightly brushing over her thighs and then back up along her inner thighs, pressing against her vulva again.

Meimei couldn't help but moan softly: "...Hmm...Ah...Ah...Ah...So wonderful," Meimei thought to herself...Hmm...This reminded her of her husband teasing her, "Hmm...Hmm...Ah..." She wished his hand would stop there and caress her a little longer, but she said, "Director...Hmm...You're making me so itchy, hmm...Hmm...Don't touch there anymore! ...Hmm...Don't...Don't press there anymore, ah~~~~" The director noticed that Meimei's vaginal fluid was seeping from her panties where he had been pressing. He had seen many women, but Meimei's was something that intoxicated him. Yes! For women who are both alluring and elusive, he was incredibly patient. No matter how skilled or chaste a woman was, under his skillful teasing, she would be aroused! He said lewdly, "Where? Where do you mean don't touch me?" As he asked, his hand explored, "Is it here?"

Mei Mei was already hard to resist, and she wiggled her hips slightly, saying, "Director, don't tease me, um... um... so comfortable... um... your wife must be so happy, your hands are so skillful, so delicate, ah... right there, please... please don't touch me again... ah... you're so naughty, ah... ah..." She was no longer just wiggling, but trembling and swaying with the director's hand, um... director... ah... so... so... comfortable... um... don't press there again..."

The director smiled wickedly and said, "Here? Or here?"

Meimei's legs went weak from the stimulation. If she hadn't been lying on her stomach, she definitely wouldn't have been able to stand up. She pleaded, "Spare me... ah... ah... good... that feels good... comfortable, um..." She hated that her words were incoherent, um... and was afraid of being too loud and letting me outside the door hear her. I couldn't hear her very clearly from outside, but Meimei's unusual reaction made my little brother even harder. I was confident that the man inside the door, the one called the director, wouldn't dare to be too presumptuous, so I held back and waited to see what would happen.

Looking at the abundant vaginal fluid that had already soaked through Meimei's paper panties, you know how paper panties are—they shouldn't get wet. Meimei felt that the panties were tightly pressed against her body, so they shouldn't reveal anything inappropriate. But with a gentle tear from the director's fingers, a small slit gradually appeared in the wettest part, growing into a large tear. Meimei still felt safe, believing she wasn't exposed, and let him play with her. A thick patch of dark pubic hair had already begun to emerge from the slit. She darted out, her legs not fully open, revealing only a limited portion, which whetted the director's appetite. Unable to suppress his urge, he poured some beauty oil onto his warm palm and slowly moved it towards Meimei's labia, occasionally sliding his fingers up and down, sometimes touching her swollen clitoris with his fingertips. Meimei, already aroused, unconsciously parted her legs, allowing the director to caress her freely. She could be heard moaning softly.

At this moment, her paper panties had completely disintegrated under the influence of the beauty oil and Meimei's passion. The director gently pressed down on one end of the panties, and with Meimei's wriggling, the paper panties quietly slipped into the trash can beside the beauty bed. Meimei was now completely exposed to the director without realizing it, still believing she had one last line of defense.

While Meimei outwardly wanted to resist and maintain a semblance of feminine modesty, deep down she also craved the comfort of her adoring director. To hide her lewd words from me outside the door, Meimei had to suppress her inner turmoil by asking questions.

"Oh...um!! Director...Is my reaction...normal?" "

Absolutely normal! Don't worry, Meimei. A sensitive reaction is a sign of a beautiful and healthy woman.

Rest assured! ...I've seen women with even more intense reactions. So, I won't care at all!"

After the director finished speaking, Meimei unconsciously raised her buttocks higher, allowing the director to gently caress her opening. His slippery fingertips had already quietly slipped into her overflowing vagina and were slowly moving in and out. At the same time, the director asked with concern: "Meimei, is this comfortable?"

All that could be heard was Meimei making incoherent noises, her mouth only uttering sounds like "Mmm...Mmm...Director...Mmm..." Seeing that the time was ripe, the director secretly and slowly unzipped his perfectly tailored suit trousers, and with his left hand, he slowly pulled out his long-awaited, soon-to-be-erupted penis. Meimei, with her back to the director, was unaware that her skillful hand, which had been caressing herself, had unknowingly replaced it with an incredibly hard penis, rubbing it up and down in her most intimate place. At this moment, Meimei let out a soft gasp, "Director...you...you...you...you're so professional...Mmm...Mmm..." Meimei was now completely unable to... Suppressing her desires and the tingling sensation in her vagina, Meimei's slender fingers sank into the soft cushions of the massage bed. Her expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure. As she writhed, Meimei turned around and suddenly noticed the director's erect penis, its veins bulging, rubbing and thrusting against her vulva. Forgetting all shame, Meimei reached back and grabbed the director's large penis, stroking it back and forth. The director stood behind her, his right hand pumping faster inside her, while his left hand roamed around her back, wantonly kneading her 34C breasts. "Meimei

, does this feel good?" Meimei gasped. "Director, do your other clients also receive this kind of professional massage?" "Mmm...oh...mmm..." "Yes!" the director replied casually, enjoying the service of Meimei's hands. However, among all these users, she has the best figure and the most beautiful breasts. "Director, you're so naughty!" At this moment, Meimei could no longer hold back. Her two fair and slender legs slowly slid off the beauty bed, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks and the gap between her thighs were already wet. Her high buttocks presented her slightly open and closed vulva to the director, seemingly beckoning for his penis to penetrate her. The director knew that the time was right, and his right hand, which was thrusting in and out, also circled around her back. Both hands were kneading Meimei's breasts with abandon, occasionally pressing her erect nipples with his fingers, letting Meimei's pleasure spread throughout her body. Meimei finally erupted, throwing all shame and embarrassment to the winds. She even seemed to have forgotten that I was outside. Meimei thrust her beautiful buttocks back, just touching the director's penis. Meimei's heart trembled, and a tingling pleasure spread throughout her body again. At this moment, the director only rubbed his erect penis against the entrance of her vagina. Mei Mei, her body tingling, lowered her body and raised her vagina again. The director's penis, covered with Mei Mei's vaginal fluid, was fully lubricated and inserted into Mei Mei's vagina with lightning speed. Mei Mei let out a long sigh, "Ah, Director, you are really amazing!" The director was not in a hurry to thrust, but simply enjoyed the tight feeling of Mei Mei's vagina contracting and relaxing. After the full penis was inserted, Mei Mei also enjoyed the fullness and fullness inside her vagina. After a while, Mei Mei involuntarily moved her hips back and forth. At this time, the director had also started to thrust in and out with his body arching and contracting. His hands held Mei Mei's two white and tender buttocks. With each thrust, Mei Mei's body trembled, and she moaned while her buttocks moved upwards rhythmically, welcoming the director's attack.

Although I couldn't see clearly how much her vulva was wet from the thrusting, the sounds told me she was experiencing intense pleasure. I heard continuous moans and the smacking sounds of sensual friction, like the rubbing of shower gel against skin. The director thrust forcefully about a hundred times, and Mei Mei let out a few soft moans of "Mmm... Oh... Oh..." It seemed she was about to reach orgasm. The more I watched, the more breathless and sweaty I became, my mind

in turmoil. I watched helplessly as my wife and another man staged this lewd, live sex show before my eyes, and I didn't know how to stop it.

Then, the director moved the panting Mei Mei to a side-lying position, lifted one of her legs, and continued thrusting his lower body towards her vulva, penetrating deeper and harder with each thrust. Mei Mei's moans grew wilder and wilder! Completely immersed in boundless lust, her lower body writhed in rhythm with the director's movements. He had somehow removed all his clothes, and the towel covering Mei Mei had slipped off the massage bed. Mei Mei lay face up on the bed, her fingers nestled between the director's small, firm buttocks. The director pressed himself against her, and Mei Mei shamelessly extended her tongue, frantically licking the director's nipples. The director's hands didn't miss their chance, rubbing the tip of her vulva with his fingers. I couldn't see clearly, but I believe he was rubbing her clitoris; otherwise, Mei Mei wouldn't be trembling so violently and moaning so wantonly. It made me blush even more.

My heart was pounding at its limit, and I was completely dazed. I couldn't believe that witnessing Mei Mei being violated in front of me would elicit such a wanton reaction. The director thrust faster and faster, letting out deep, pleasurable moans through his nose. Watching him thrust forcefully and rapidly into Meimei's vagina, her cervix twitching rhythmically with each impact, I knew the massage game was coming to an end. The director was withdrawing his large penis, ejaculating streams of semen onto Meimei's body, dripping down her beautiful breasts onto the bed. At the same time, Meimei trembled uncontrollably, moaning incessantly, clearly having reached a profound orgasm.

Afterwards, the director helped Meimei off the massage bed. Meimei, still panting, leaned against the director's shoulder as they entered the bathroom together, washing for about ten minutes.

After washing up, the director left the massage room first, nodding to me as he went out, as if nothing had happened. Meimei then quietly called me in, saying her body shaping class was over. Entering the massage room, I saw a tattered, damp piece of paper underwear in the trash can and a large amount of semen stains on the massage bed, indicating that Meimei had achieved pleasurable satisfaction. Meimei then put her clothes back on. She would occasionally steal shy glances at me, seemingly with a hint of guilt, yet also the look of a child who had stolen candy…

On the way back, under the clear night sky, I watched Meimei with her eyes lightly closed, as if savoring the thrill of their affair. She seemed very comfortable and peaceful, with an indescribable joy. As her husband, I couldn't really say anything, so I just treated it as a secret gift to Meimei, letting her experience an unprecedented thrill of infidelity. (10-08,
Chapter 34: The Kind Wife,

Chapter 1: The Wife on the Bus)

My name is Wang Xiaolan, I'm 28 years old, and I've been married to my husband for five years. I'm 1.65 meters tall, slim, and have long legs. My breasts often attract the attention of men on the street. My husband and I have always had a very happy life together. We both have very strong sex drives, and we usually have sex more than four times a week. I love my husband very much, but disaster suddenly struck. One day, he was driving and unfortunately had a car accident. After being rescued, he was basically fine, but when he got home, we discovered the worst thing: he couldn't get an erection. The doctor said it was a neurological disorder, and there was hope for recovery with proper stimulation and treatment.

So we tried all sorts of methods; I even gave him oral sex and danced a striptease, but nothing worked. Gradually, we became discouraged. And he became increasingly irritable.

One morning, he mysteriously took out a dress, saying it was for me and asked me to try it on. I got out of bed. Since I never sleep naked, and didn't want the hassle of getting dressed so early in the morning, I just slipped the skirt on. It looked alright, but nothing special—just a regular knitted short skirt. The only flaw was the hem; it was a bit short, about 25 centimeters above the knee. I knew I had to be careful wearing a skirt like that, otherwise it would easily tear. But I was still quite happy and said, "Thank you, honey!"

I kissed him and then tried to take the skirt off.

"No, darling, I don't know why, but I suddenly have a strong urge. Please, don't take it off. Just wear this skirt today, okay?"

"Okay, but I have to put on my bra first, baby!" "No, baby, I want you to wear this skirt without a bra."

"How can that be? People will definitely see. This skirt is so see-through and so short; people will see my private parts!"

But he kept pleading, so I had to agree and wear the skirt to work, even forbidding me from wearing stockings. I still felt it was absurd.

I took the bus to work, and it was so crowded that I had to stand. I figured many men around me could easily tell from the smooth curves of my clothes that I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were protruding, making my breasts stand out, and the smooth curves of my buttocks revealed that I wasn't wearing underwear. I could almost feel a few pubic hairs peeking out through my short skirt. Because I wasn't tall enough, I had to hold onto the handrails to stay upright, but this only made me lift my skirt even higher, exposing almost my entire pale thighs to the man sitting below me.

I gradually realized that with every sudden stop, he would stare intently at my genitals. I suddenly realized that he might be able to see my vulva, and I felt my face turn bright red. At the same time, I felt some men around me intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against me with various parts of their bodies, and some even pretended to accidentally brush their elbows against my erect nipples. I felt incredibly ashamed, but there was nothing I could do. Especially the man below me—I knew he was staring intently at my genitals, but I dared not look at him. The thought of my bare, long legs, even the most intimate parts of my body, completely exposed to a strange man, made me feel like I was standing naked in a public transport car, exposed to a group of strangers. In extreme tension, I felt an unexpected stimulation; I suddenly felt my genitals become wet. I felt fluid slowly flowing out. Oh no! I desperately tightened my legs to prevent any leakage of sexual fluid—how shameful that would be if someone saw!

Suddenly, something even worse happened: I clearly felt my buttocks no longer pressed against my smooth dress, but against someone else's clothes. Good heavens, someone had lifted the hem of my skirt from behind, up to my buttocks! Then a warm, large hand pressed tightly against my buttocks.

"What? What? What?"

I was terrified, my heart pounding, completely at a loss. That annoying hand was groping back and forth on my smooth buttocks. My mind went blank, and it took a moment for me to regain some thought: he was behind me, the bus was crowded, and he was pressed so close to me; no one else should see what was happening. If I cried out, more people would notice I wasn't wearing a bra. If I went somewhere else, maybe more people would take advantage of me. Maybe if I just endured it, I'd get off soon.

Endure it! I didn't dare look back at him. I endured that brazen hand roaming my body, while suppressing the intense urge to leak from my genitals.

I felt that hand move to the base of my smooth thigh, and then a finger slipped between my legs, exploring my genitals. I trembled all over, my legs went weak. "No, this is too much!"

I quickly pulled my buttocks back, thrusting my lower body forward. Completely unexpectedly, perhaps my weakness emboldened that guy, his hand actually slipped from my thigh and moved directly to my lower abdomen. I was terrified, my face drained of color. I think the man sitting below me could clearly see the hand that was touching my lower abdomen, because I saw him staring at my genitals with his mouth agape in surprise, his face flushed. I immediately pulled my abdomen back, letting the hem of my skirt cover that wicked hand. But before I knew it, his other hand had slipped between my thighs, pressing against my vaginal opening. "Don't make a sound, or you'll be even more embarrassed,"

a voice whispered behind me.

I was terrified, not knowing what would happen next, feeling as if I were being raped in front of a crowd. I stood there, stunned, my mind blank. Then, that hand began to move rhythmically, gently probing into my vagina, moving up and down.

"Miss, you're so wet!"

the voice said.

I was utterly ashamed. The initial disgust had been replaced by an uncontrollable pleasure. My cheeks were flushed with sexual excitement, my lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, flowing down my thighs, my buttocks involuntarily arching back to allow his fingers to penetrate deeper, while I uncontrollably swayed from side to side. I could barely control myself from moaning.

But suddenly, his hand left, and I felt an unprecedented emptiness. Then, a small, cold thing slid into my vagina. I didn't know what it was, it was thick, like a real penis (God, how long has it been since I've felt a real, erect penis! But it also seemed quite short, very smooth, and slid all the way into my vagina in one go.)

"Miss, don't worry, it's just a KFC pen. Be careful not to drop it. Consider it a gift from me. I'm getting off now, goodbye."

I understood; it was one of those gift pens, chubby and round, one end lighter than the other (it had a small piece inside), like a roly-poly toy. And now it was inside my vagina, throbbing. Because it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, slippery, I felt it was about to fall. But if it really fell out, how embarrassing! So, I could only suck on it hard, but if I relaxed even slightly, I felt it falling. I kept sucking and sucking, and as a result, it moved up and down inside my vagina, like a thick penis constantly raping me, on the bus... In full view of everyone in the crowd, they were raping me.

Fortunately, we finally arrived at the station. I quickly got off the bus, wanting to get to the company as soon as possible to remove it. But the problem was: I found it difficult to walk. With each step, it vibrated inside me, forcing me to walk slowly with my legs apart, in a perfect straight line, which only brought me more intense stimulation. By the time I arrived at the company, the insides of my legs were soaked with vaginal fluid.

Chapter Two: The first thing my wife did

upon arriving at the company was to rush to the restroom and remove that little gift from her vagina, which was already covered in her vaginal fluid. Touching her wet genitals, she realized that it had been a very long time since she had felt this excited.

Actually, for many years I've been a rather traditional woman. From a young age, I was the kind of obedient girl who did whatever others thought was right. My first boyfriend was my current husband, and all my knowledge about sex came from him. In our sex life, I always played a passive role. Sometimes I had some secret desires, but I was too ashamed to talk about them. Fortunately, my husband's sexual ability is quite good, and our sex life was generally harmonious before. But in the past year, we haven't had a single real sexual intercourse, and I have to constantly tease him to help him with his treatment. He also often touches and stimulates me. I vaguely feel that the secret, long-suppressed desires within me are becoming uncontrollable.

Reflecting on what happened on the bus today, to be honest, besides humiliation and shame, I also feel a strange excitement and pride. Actually, in the process of cooperating with my husband's treatment, I've learned how to seduce men, but before it was only my husband, and now it's strangers. A twenty-eight-year-old woman is like a rose in full bloom. Perhaps I can find new opportunities to satisfy myself?

No, how can this be! I know I deeply love my husband, and I would do anything for him. As long as he gets better, everything will be alright, right? Didn't the doctor say there's still a cure? As long as he can be cured, what suffering can't I endure?

I washed myself and dried off, then instinctively reached for my underwear before realizing it wasn't necessary today. I carefully checked my appearance in the mirror and finally understood why so many men were so infatuated with me (maybe I'm a quick fix?). What would my colleagues think of me if I appeared like this? Oh well, I still had to go to work! I forced myself to walk into the office.

There were five of us in the office, including me: Xiaoqian (my best friend), Xiaozhang, Xiaoli, and our manager, Lao Zhao. We'd all worked together for several years, so we knew each other well and were quite casual. Besides Lao Zhao, I was one of the older ones, and they always treated me like an older sister. Because I was late, they were all already gone. As soon as I entered, everyone's eyes were on me. I quickly went to my seat and sat down before daring to look up and say, "Good morning, everyone!"

Xiaozhang whispered in my ear, "Xiaolan looks so beautiful today!"

"Go do your own work and don't talk nonsense!"

Xiao Zhang is a college graduate who just got assigned to a job this year. He's a greenhorn, and usually acts like my little brother.

Xiao Qian also ran over from behind and whispered to me, "Are you kidding me?! Dressing so sexily!"

"What's wrong with being a little sexy? Am I afraid someone will eat me?"

"You're really something. How come I never noticed before?"

"Just kidding, I really had no choice. I'll tell you properly after work."

All morning, I didn't move an inch, not even going to the bathroom. But because my short skirt naturally rode up when I sat down, my long, white, bare legs were exposed to everyone in the office, and my genitals were directly rubbing against the rough chair, which inevitably made my mind wander. I also noticed that several men always found excuses to sit diagonally opposite me, their eyes never leaving my thighs. I had to cross my legs so they wouldn't see my genitals, but that exposed my buttocks to them again—so annoying. I really hoped I wouldn't leave them with the impression of being lewd.

After lunch, they wanted to play cards, so I ignored them and started reading. Suddenly, the phone rang; it was for Xiaoqian. While Xiaoqian was on the phone, the caller kept urging, "Hurry up, what porridge are you making!"

Xiaoqian had to whisper to me, "Help me hold this call, it's important, please!"

"Sigh, I'll help you this once!"

I had no choice but to take Xiaoqian's place at the card table. A little while later, Xiaoqian finished her phone call, grabbed her bag, and left, saying she had an urgent matter. So, I had to keep playing

. Actually, the main reason I don't like playing cards is because I'm terrible at it, and this time was no exception. Before long, we were completely humiliated. Finally, the game ended, and it was almost time for work.

"Get to work, get to work!"

I stood up.

"What's the rush? The losers haven't been punished yet!"

Old Zhao shouted.

"Oh no!"

I was startled. According to the rules, the losing men had to do push-ups, and the women had to do sit-ups. Usually, I would help Xiaoqian stretch her legs when she lost. But what to do today? She was dressed so lightly, and Xiaoqian wasn't there.

"Hehe, Xiaoqian isn't here, so no one will help me stretch my legs. So I don't have to do it today!"

"No, no, a bet is a bet, you can't cheat! We'll help you stretch your legs since Xiaoqian isn't here!"

the other participants immediately shouted.

"Stop messing around, it's really not possible today. We'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay?"

"No, no, why? It's definitely not possible today?"

"I'm not feeling well today," I said quietly, blushing.

"Xiaolan, tell us what's wrong. If it's true, we won't make things too difficult for you!"

But I couldn't exactly tell them I wasn't wearing a bra and was afraid of getting hurt. I could only say, "I'm feeling a little unwell today."

"I'm not feeling well every day. How about this, we'll only do half today, twenty, okay!"

Before I could even speak, Lao Zhao and Xiao Li ran up behind me, each grabbing one of my arms, while Xiao Zhang bent down and lifted my legs. The group lifted me up.

"Put me down! What are you doing?!"

I didn't expect them to do this.

“We just want you to do what you’re supposed to do,” Old Zhao said.

The group placed me on the sofa, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li each holding down one of my feet, while Old Zhao stood beside me, ready to count. It seemed there was no way to escape; a bet's a bet, so

I figured I might as well finish it quickly. After only two rounds, I sensed something was wrong. Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li’s faces were flushed, their breathing tense, their eyes fixed on my lower body, while Old Zhao squatted beside me. When I sat up, I saw that because of the four of them playing around, my short skirt was wrinkled, and the hem now only covered my upper thighs, completely exposing my fair and full thighs to them. Xiao Zhang had one hand holding my ankle, while the other was already on my calf, and Old Zhao was even touching my thigh. I suddenly thought: [The rest of the text is incomplete and lacks context.] As I lay down, would they see my genitals? We sometimes joked around and had some physical intimacy, but I never paid attention. But now, being scrutinized by these men while practically naked from the waist down, the feeling I had on the bus that morning resurfaced in my mind.

Suddenly, my mind went blank; I didn't know what to do. I just mechanically completed twenty sit-ups. I didn't even know what they had done to me during that time. When I became more aware, I realized my skirt had been lifted up to my waist, revealing my flat, white abdomen and the full mons pubis with its sparse, black pubic hair. Six men's hands, each with a different feeling, were roaming over my lower body.

"Stop it, you've gone too far!"

I pushed them away, staggered to my feet, straightened my clothes, and went back to my seat. Seeing I was unhappy, they all obediently went back to work.

I was quite angry, feeling they were disrespectful, so I didn't give them a kind look all afternoon. They, on the other hand, were all very apologetic, trying hard to cheer me up. Thinking about it carefully, I couldn't entirely blame them; perhaps my attire gave them the wrong impression, which led to their reaction. With that thought, my anger subsided, and I stopped arguing with them. The office returned to its usual harmonious atmosphere.

Chapter 3: My Exposed Wife It was almost time to leave work, and when I went to the restroom, Xiaoqian was there too.

"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you today? You look so sexy!"

Xiaoxi asked me with a smile.

We usually talk about everything when we're together, and I've even told her before that my husband isn't good in that area. So I told her about what happened this morning, omitting the part about the bus.

"I know that,"

Xiaoxi said, pretending to know a lot. "Your husband has voyeurism. Some men like girls to wear as little as possible so they can feast their eyes."

"Others might get to take advantage of me, but he doesn't actually see anything."

"Well, maybe he gets satisfied through his imagination? Like when I sometimes daydream, and I think about something really risqué, and I get excited!"

Xiaoxi's face turned a little red.

“But I feel like a bad woman, people will think I’m promiscuous.”

“That’s right, that’s the problem,”

Xiaoxi suddenly jumped up, “All men want their wives to be a housewife in the kitchen, a lady in public, and a slut in bed. But your husband can only treat you like a lady in bed, he feels very inferior, and he’s been suppressing himself for too long, so he has this abnormal demand.”

“What do you think he wants me to do?”

I started to think that Xiaoxi’s analysis made some sense.

“I once read an article written by a man named Ma Wang, about a man whose wife deliberately dressed very sexily and flirted and even had sex with a group of her husband’s friends in front of him, and he himself felt extremely excited. Later, they all went to some kind of parties where many people had orgies together. That is to say, the more promiscuous his wife was, the more excited he felt. Maybe your husband’s current situation is like that?”

I realized that Xiaoxi was getting a little excited.

"If I become that kind of woman, what will people think of me?"

"Haven't you always wanted to help your husband get better? Maybe this really is an opportunity. Besides, I think they all admire you even more today!"

Xiaoqian's words reminded me of the absurd things that happened at noon, and my face flushed again. But then I felt that Xiaoqian made a good point. If he could really be cured, even if I temporarily became like that, it would be worth it. Then, everything would be back to normal.

Xiaoqian felt moved and became even more enthusiastic: "You can take this opportunity to try it out, be more sexy, more alluring, and see his reaction. Maybe, you can also really have some fun yourself!" "

You little brat, talking nonsense! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take it out on your Dawei!" As soon as I said it, I realized I had gone too far with the joke. Dawei was Xiaoqian's live-in boyfriend. Xiaoxi wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled and asked me, "Take it if you want, it's fine. But, do you know why our Dawei is called that?"

"How would I know?"

"Of course you don't know, it's because his thing is especially big!"

Xiaoxi looked at me lecherously, which made me feel embarrassed. Sigh, girls these days!

"Hey, just kidding, just kidding, but I really think what you said makes some sense, I want to try it. But I'm really not sure."

"Sister Xiaolan, we're usually so close, don't worry, just let me know if you need help, no problem."

After work, I hitched a ride with Xiaoxi home.

Soon, my husband Zhiming came home.

"Baby, let's not stay home today, how about we go out for a romantic time?"

Zhiming hugged me from behind and said gently.

"Okay!"

Zhiming's hand was already on my lower abdomen. The feeling of being molested by that person this morning returned, and my heart suddenly raced.

"Did nothing special happen today?"

Zhiming whispered in my ear.

"This morning in the car, so many men touched my body."

Beside Zhiming, I couldn't lie; it was as if he had hypnotized me.

"Can you tell me how you feel, baby?" "I feel so ashamed, like I'm so slutty."

"Really, baby, the thought of my darling being a slutty woman excites me, really, I don't know why."

"Then I'll be a slutty woman for you, okay? Baby, I hope you understand, I'm only doing this for you."

We hugged tightly and kissed each other.

"Baby, look at the new clothes I bought you, would you like to wear them out tonight?"

He took a pure black outfit from his bag. The top was a black lace low-cut bra, and the bottom was a black woven short skirt.

"No problem, baby, I'll wear whatever you tell me to wear. Should I change here?"

"Darling, that would be perfect."

But when I actually put on the outfit, I realized the problem wasn't as simple as I had imagined. Through the semi-transparent lace overcoat, I could clearly see my erect nipples and white breasts. The lower half was even worse. This wasn't a short skirt, not even a mini-skirt; it was a super-mini-skirt, only 25 centimeters long. When I tied it around my waist, the hem barely reached my genitals, making it practically naked from the waist down. "Baby, you really can't go out like this. The skirt is way too short, and you absolutely need to wear a bra with this top,"

I said, looking at him with distress.

"Darling, it's just because you're wearing it wrong. It's not tied here, it should be tied here. This is a crop top."

He unbuttoned the skirt at my waist and re-tied it around my hips. Indeed, this covered some of my lower body, but my upper body was more than just exposed; most of my lower abdomen was exposed. Fortunately, the top was long enough to cover my stomach.

"Darling, could you give me another bra?"

I asked softly.

“Okay,”

Zhiming took a set of black lingerie from the closet and handed it to me. It was basically just a few straps, barely any fabric.

“How am I supposed to wear this?”

“You can choose to wear it or not.”

Having no other option, I tried it on. The so-called lingerie was just two straps joined together at the top of my thighs, barely covering my already sparse pubic hair. The bra design was even more extreme; it simply lifted my breasts more noticeably from below, barely covering my nipples and revealing my alluring cleavage. The entire lingerie only made me look sexier. Then I put on black high heels, and all the dressing stopped. Because the lingerie only had three buttons, the hem would occasionally part as I walked, revealing my fair abdomen. I was even captivated by myself: I never thought I could be so sexy and alluring.

Zhiming whispered in my ear, "Do you know what you look like right now?"

"What?"

"You look like a real slut, every man would want to have sex with you."

"Won't I be too busy, darling?"

"Baby, I think you can manage. Let's go, let's go dancing."

In the taxi, I sat next to the driver. Because of the cramped space, I had to tuck my legs in, my long, white thighs looking alluring in the darkness. The poor driver kept glancing at my thighs, but I didn't find it repulsive; instead, I found it somewhat amusing. I even reclined the seat a little, exposing a large section of my bare midriff, making the driver even more distracted.

After getting out of the taxi, Zhiming laughed and said, "You almost got hit by that poor driver."

I laughed too, "He got what he deserved."

"Darling, I have another good idea now. I think it'll be more fun if we go in separately than together. That way, other men will be bolder."

"But I'm a little scared!"

"Darling, don't be afraid. I'll protect you from the shadows. I'll call you when it's time to leave, but you must stay inside until then. Okay, go in. I'll always be watching you from somewhere."

What choice did I have now? I took a breath and walked into the bar alone. The bar wasn't very big, seating a few dozen people. It always played fast-paced dance music and disco, and men and women were dancing on the dance floor. I found a seat near a corner.

I knew that a single woman dressed like me sitting in a bar like this would attract unwanted attention from men looking for fun. Sure enough, a short while later, a tall young man walked towards me.

"Miss, would you do me the honor of dancing?"

the young man extended an inviting hand.

Seeing his polite manner, I couldn't refuse, so I stood up and said, "Okay."

Once I stepped onto the dance floor, I realized I was in big trouble. In the darkness, my clothes weren't noticeable, but now, standing in the brightly lit hall, everyone could clearly see my attire, even my underwear. I noticed a flash of surprise in the young man's eyes, which instantly turned into excitement.

"Miss, you look really sexy today."

My face flushed red. This was the first time a stranger had complimented me on my sexiness. But tonight I might be experiencing many firsts in my life.

Slowly, I realized that his hand, which had been supporting my back, had somehow moved down to my waist, slipping under the hem of my blouse and gently caressing my smooth waist. As I spun, that hand slid down my waist and over my soft abdomen. I didn't dare look at him, but I was too embarrassed to say anything either—after all, I was dressed so sexily.

Gradually, I noticed many eyes were fixed on me. The men stared intently, while the women looked on with surprise and envy. Especially when I spun. It was then that I understood why: because my blouse was so light and I was wearing a super short skirt, my bare abdomen and entire white, jade-like legs were exposed to their view as I spun, and they might even be able to see my tiny underwear. And Zhiming might be watching me right there.

"Shall we rest for a bit?"

I pleaded meekly.

"Then you have to promise to come to my place and sit with my friends."

"Okay."

I didn't have time to think about anything else now.

He led me to an open private room on the side, where there was a slightly chubby boy, but quite handsome.

"You can call me Xiaoming, and this is Xiaofan,"

the tall boy introduced.

"You can call me Xiaolan."

It's only polite to be polite

in public. The group sat around a glass table and started chatting. They were all younger than me and often came here. They said they had never seen such a pretty and sexy girl as me. I shyly told them that I already had a husband. They didn't believe me and said I was lying.

The group chatted quite happily, but their eyes kept scanning my thighs and lower abdomen. I knew they could occasionally see my underwear through the glass table. But I didn't care about these things anymore; instead, I felt a little satisfied. Perhaps it was the effect of a woman's innate vanity.

Xiao Ming took out some light blue pills and asked me mysteriously, "Do you know what ecstasy is?"

"Yeah, I heard it makes dancing disco really energetic."

"Want to try it?"

Xiao Fan started persuading me. At first, I didn't want to, but I couldn't resist their persistent nagging, and my own curiosity got the better of me, so I took two pills.

Soon, I felt my spirits lift, my whole body felt full of energy, and my mind was filled with the fast rhythm of disco. I had only one wish: I wanted to dance, I wanted to be free.

"Shall we go dancing?"

I said excitedly.

"Wait a little longer."

The two of them moved to sit next to me. Xiao Ming and Xiao Fan each put an arm around my back, and they hugged me tightly.

"What are you doing?"

I giggled.

"It'll make us closer. We'll call you 'sister,' okay?"

"Okay, but the little brothers have to listen to their sister."

"The little brothers will definitely make their sister happy."

They grinned lecherously. Xiao Ming's hand was already on my thigh, while Xiao Fan was blowing hot breath into my ear.

"Hehe, it tickles, you little brothers are being naughty."

My excitement grew, but my body became increasingly out of my control. Xiao Ming's hand roamed over my smooth thigh, then moved up to my genitals. The two straps couldn't cover my private parts at all, and his hand touched my pubic hair directly.

"Sister's panties are so sexy. I bet your husband can't satisfy your desires normally. You must be so thirsty."

His hand was teasing my clitoris. Xiao Fan had already unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse, and one hand was roaming over my bare abdomen and body.

"No, it hurts."

I twisted my whole body, but my legs spread even wider, and my hands uncontrollably reached out to them, touching their inner thighs. Even though they were wearing sturdy jeans, they couldn't hide their erect penises. Before, I had never touched another man's genitals except for Zhiming, but now it felt so natural, perhaps because I was no longer under the control of reason.

Xiaoming lifted my skirt, exposing my fair and plump lower body, his fingers already penetrating the barrier and entering my body. Xiaofan also unbuttoned all my buttons, pushed my bra aside, and sucked on my nipples.

"Sister's body is so great, so much better than those young girls."

I simply couldn't control myself; I needed a more real feeling. But suddenly I noticed some people were looking this way, and I realized that many people would see me here in my almost naked state. I couldn't let them continue like this.

"Brothers, stop fooling around here, everyone will see."

I pulled their hands away.

"Then you have to give us your contact information, we'll come to your house to play later."

They both seemed reluctant.

I had no choice but to give them my home phone number and address. Xiaoming wrote it down on his palm, and then he squatted down and reached out to lift my skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to leave you our phone number too."

Then he wrote his phone number on my lower abdomen.

"Come on, let's dance."

Xiao Fan pulled me up.

"Wait a minute, let me button up my clothes."

"Okay, I'll help you."

Xiao Ming offered to help me. But he only buttoned one button, then ripped off the other two. The two of them pulled me onto the dance floor. Because my clothes weren't buttoned up, the slightest movement or twisting of my body exposed

my entire lower body, including my abdomen. But with the powerful rhythm of the music, I didn't care anymore. I danced wildly with them, twisting my waist, stretching my body, letting my high breasts bounce freely, letting my sexy lower abdomen sway nakedly, letting my slender legs exude charm.

More and more people surrounded me to watch me dance, whistling, all the men's eyes filled with desire and hunger. Perhaps they saw all my secrets, but I conquered them, they were captivated by my charm. I bet they all want to sleep with me. I want to say, if you dare say it, I'll have sex with all of you.

Finally, I got tired. We went back to our seats. Just then, my phone rang. Zhiming left me a message: "I'll wait for you at the door."

So I told them I was leaving. They

were reluctant to let me go, but I promised them I would contact them again, so they had no choice but to let me go. "But we hope you can leave us something as a souvenir,"

Xiaofan suggested.

"But I don't have any suitable gifts with me,"

I said, a little embarrassed.

"I only want this."

Xiaofan suddenly reached into my skirt and pulled down my underwear when I wasn't looking.

"Then I want one too."

Xiaoming also forced my bra off with Xiaofan's help.

"Ahhh, how am I supposed to go out like this!"

The jacket was already very see-through, and without a bra, I felt like I was completely naked. My nipples, erect with excitement, were clearly visible through the clothes.

Then my phone rang again. I didn't have time to play with them, so I had to leave like this. My face flushed red, and all I wanted to do was get out of there, but there were so many people, and people kept taking the opportunity to grope my chest. Even the hostess at the door looked surprised when she saw me like this.

I found Zhiming at the door, and we got into a taxi together.

As soon as we got in, Zhiming couldn't wait to kiss me: "Wife, you did a great job today. Hey, where's your bra?" At the same time, his hand reached under my skirt, "What? You're not wearing underwear anymore? Did those two guys take it off for you?"

"Mmm."

I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear.

"Baby, I'm so excited right now, feel it."

He pulled my hand to his crotch.

Sure enough, it was hard. "Wow, that's great."

"Baby, kiss it quickly. Let it pound while it's hot."

He unzipped his pants, revealing his penis.

"Ah, how can I do this here? We're in a car, the driver will see in the rearview mirror."

I panicked.

“What are you afraid of? When you were dancing just now, even your pubic hair was seen by those people.”

He pressed my head down to his genitals, and I had no choice but to take his penis into my mouth. At the same time, his hand flipped up my blouse and covered my head. Since I was no longer wearing underwear, I was almost completely naked. He then lifted my skirt and inserted his fingers into my vagina, thrusting in and out.

After a whole day of sexual stimulation, I was almost on the verge of collapse. Under the stimulation of his fingers, I quickly reached orgasm, and my whole body went limp as if exhausted. But Zhiming’s penis did not show any further improvement, it was basically half soft and half hard, and still could not complete the work of penetration.

When we got home, Zhiming got out of the car first. “I’ll go up first, you pay the bill.”

The driver turned around, “Forty dollars in total, miss.”

Then he stared at me lecherously.

I had just woken up from the orgasm and sat up straight, feeling that the buttons of my blouse were completely open, and a pair of full breasts were swaying brightly. Worse still, Zhiming had somehow pulled off my skirt, exposing my dark pubic area to the driver.

"Nice figure, miss,"

the driver leered.

I didn't dare say anything, quickly pulled a large bill from my bag and tossed it to him, "Keep the change." I

hurriedly got out of the car.

Clutching my shirt, naked from the waist down, I rushed into the building, "Don't run into anyone, don't run into anyone."

In the elevator, I suddenly saw a security camera. This was terrible; they might have recorded it.

Luckily, I didn't run into anyone along the way. Finally, I was home.

Chapter Four: The Bewildered Wife

As soon as I got home, I collapsed wearily onto the sofa. "I'm so tired today!"

"Honey, you did really well today. To be honest, I never imagined you could be so intimate with two strangers,"

Zhiming said, standing naked in front of me.

"Ah, no, no, it's not like that. I've known them for a long time, they're old friends, so, that's why I was a little casual."

I didn't want him to know that such an absurd thing had happened to me: being so casual with two complete strangers I'd just met.

"Ah, they're old flames, but you were really lewd today!"

Zhiming sat down next to me.

"Hey, what's written on your stomach?"

"Yes, yes, their phone numbers."

I said, blushing.

"Have you been planning to find some time to really have some real fun with your two little brothers?"

Zhiming asked me mysteriously.

"No, no, how could I? I'm your wife, playing around with them is fine, but how could it be real?"

I started to get confused.

“I don’t care. You can have sex with whichever man you want, whenever you want. I definitely won’t be unhappy. The more you do it, the more excited I’ll be.”

“How can you say that! I’m your wife, not some street prostitute.”

“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. I’m doing this for our own good. I just want to cure my illness. Besides, I know you’ve been suppressing your feelings for a long time, and I want to give you some relief.”

This last sentence hit the nail on the head regarding my deepest desire. Looking at his drooping eyelashes, my anger subsided a bit. “Baby, you don’t need to tell me, I know. I’ll do whatever you want, but you can’t cross this last line, okay?”

“Okay, but I want you to buy something tomorrow. Promise me, okay?”

“Okay, what is it?”

"How about you go buy a massage stick?"

I immediately knew what he meant. He had mentioned it to me before, but I had never dared to agree. This time, I would just give in to him. "Okay, I'll go tomorrow. Let's rest now, I'm so tired."

"Thank you, you're such a good boy, go to sleep."...

The next day happened to be the weekend, and because we were so tired, we slept until the afternoon before getting up. After dinner, Zhiming said with a smile, "Honey, don't forget your task for today."

"You little pervert, I already promised you, what's the rush?"

Although I was tough on the outside, I secretly regretted it.

"Do you need some pretty clothes? I have a lot here!"

"Oh right, I forgot to ask you, where did you get those weird clothes?"

"I secretly bought them before, just imagining you wearing them made me so excited. Now you can change into them one by one."

Zhiming opened a wardrobe in the corner for me, which was filled with several beautiful dresses and lingerie, making me dizzy. But every piece was daring and revealing; usually, only girls in nightclubs would wear these clothes to seduce men at night. But it was broad daylight, and Zhiming wouldn't let me wear a bra. After some searching, I chose a high-waisted white wool vest, revealing a hand's width of skin around my waist. Although it didn't directly expose anything, the elasticity and tightness of the garment accentuated my breasts, making my nipples stand out prominently. The skirt was a short, side-opening skirt with one button. It was already quite short, exposing my thighs, about ten centimeters above my knees. What was worse, the side was only fastened with the top button, and the slit went all the way to my crotch. Combined with the large exposed waist, it was obvious to anyone looking closely that I wasn't wearing underwear.

"I think you're about to get a nosebleed from this outfit. Be careful, those men outside might eat you up."

"Who knows who'll eat whom?"

I made a face at Zhiming, put on my high heels, grabbed my bag, and went out. ...

As I walked down the street, I realized how sexy this outfit was. Although I was only wearing one top, the tight-fitting vest exposed the outline of my breasts without any concealment. As I walked, my large 36A breasts bounced up and down, attracting frequent glances from men on the street. My nipples, constantly rubbing against the vest, quickly became engorged and erect, and my private parts were already slightly moist. Thinking back to the sexual harassment I'd experienced on the bus, I was afraid I would lose control and embarrass myself. So I quickly hailed a taxi. "

Where to?" I remembered there was a "sexual health products store" next to Tianhe Shopping Mall. "Take me to Tianhe Shopping Mall,"

I told the driver.

I sat next to the driver, exposing one side of my skirt to him. The driver was a handsome young man, but from the moment I got in, his eyes were fixed on my white thighs. That kind of gaze would make any woman feel as if she were being admired naked. But he didn't do anything specific, so I didn't say anything.

"It's so hot today, miss."

Stuck in traffic, he struck up a conversation with me.

"Yeah."

"It's so nice being a girl."

He smiled at me.

"Why?"

"When it's hot, girls don't even need underwear; they can just wrap themselves in a piece of cloth and go out."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

My face immediately turned red; I realized he was flirting with me.

Seeing my displeasure, he fell silent. But I knew his eyes were secretly scanning me, almost causing me to bump into other cars several times.

Another sudden stop. I couldn't take it anymore. "Can't you drive properly? What if you cause an accident?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But to be honest, you can't blame me entirely. A pretty girl like you, dressed so sexily, what man wouldn't be able to resist? Seriously, this is the first time I've ever seen such a pretty and bold girl!"

Although I knew he was taking advantage of me, hearing someone compliment me like that—I'm almost thirty, and a boy still calling me a girl—made me feel really good. I couldn't help but think that this boy was actually quite cute.

"Nonsense, you little brat, so glib. I'd be more like your older sister. Drive properly, and don't look around where you shouldn't."

I pulled up my skirt a little to cover my exposed crotch.

"Good sister, please help me. Just unbutton that button so I can take a good look, and I'll never look again."

My face flushed again. I knew what he meant, but I still pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What button?"

He glanced at me and smiled. "Of course, it's the most crucial button on your skirt."

"Hmph, why should I show it to you?" "

I'll consider you my god-sister, okay? Whenever you need a ride, just call me, and I'll be there right away, at your beck and call. But please, I can't have a moment's peace today. What if I have an accident and hit someone? That would be a huge problem."

Seeing his pitiful look, I thought to myself: This boy is quite cute. Let him take a look; it's really not a big deal.

But I was too embarrassed to look at him, so I looked out the window and quickly reached out and unbuttoned the only button on the side of my skirt.

"Snap!" My skirt split open, exposing my snow-white thighs all the way to my hips and waist. (10-08,
Chapter 35: The Most Exciting Thing

is Seeing Someone Else's Beautiful Wife) I bought my house in 2000. At that time, housing prices weren't too high, so the house I bought was quite nice. The community environment was also very elegant, and next to the community was a large garden covering tens of thousands of square meters. After dinner, I often went for a walk in the garden.

One day, as usual, I went for a walk in the garden after dinner. It was already past nine o'clock that night, so there were almost no people in the huge garden. I was walking slowly along the path when I suddenly saw a woman in pajamas walking her dog. Many people in our community own dogs, so it's normal to walk them, but most people come out around seven or eight o'clock, and very few come out after nine o'clock. Under the Microsoft streetlights, I could tell this woman was around 30 years old, very beautiful, with fair skin, a good figure, a slim waist, and a prominent bottom. She had long, flowing hair and was about 1.67 meters tall. Being a pervert, seeing such a beauty at night naturally stirred up my imagination. I thought, "Whose wife is this? Her husband is so lucky to have such a beautiful woman." I even fantasized about her expression during sex and how she moaned. Of course, I didn't dare do anything to her in the neighborhood; I just watched from afar, satisfying my visual desires. The woman glanced at me a few times.

For the next three days, I went for a walk in the large garden at this time, but I never encountered this beautiful woman again, which disappointed me. However, it seemed fate had decreed that we would have a story; one day, on my way to work, I unexpectedly met this beautiful woman on the bus. At this point, I need to explain a few things to you guys. The buses here are incredibly crowded during rush hour, and the routes are always congested. So, since college, I've had a penchant for harassing women on the bus. I've harassed countless women. My own physical attributes certainly play a role. Because I played basketball a lot in college, I'm 1.82 meters tall, and due to regular exercise, I'm very fit and have a great physique. Also, I'm not bad-looking. Imagine if an incredibly ugly man harassed someone on the bus; even the most provocative woman would fiercely resist! If someone is handsome, that's a different story; some girls might even half-heartedly let you harass them!

So, when I spotted this beautiful young woman on the bus, I felt a surge of joy, "I can take advantage of her!"

It was rush hour, and the bus was packed. She was wearing a tight black dress, the kind that reached her breasts, revealing a glimpse of her very white calves. Because of the tight dress, her waist looked even slimmer, and her buttocks were slightly upturned. The sight of her instantly aroused me, and I got hard! So, while others were getting on and off, I quietly squeezed behind her. First, I casually brushed her buttocks with one hand. Wow, they were so bouncy, and her butt crack was so deep—the kind of butt that feels the best to press against on the bus. As more people got on, the bus became even more crowded, so I simply pressed my already hard penis against her butt crack through my pants. Oh, it felt so good! I felt a sense of satisfaction, a fantasy I'd had for days suddenly becoming reality. The feeling was indescribably amazing. The young woman clearly felt my penis. She didn't seem panicked; she just shifted her body slightly forward. But I didn't budge and immediately followed, still pressing firmly against her buttocks. At this point, there was no room for her to escape, so she stopped moving. My penis remained embedded in her buttocks, rubbing against her with the bumps of the car, as if I were having sex with her from behind. As time went on, I felt that the young woman's area was getting hotter, or perhaps it was my own glans that was getting hot. Anyway, I couldn't tell at the time. I only know that later I pulled out my penis and, through her thin skirt, pressed it against the beautiful young woman's buttocks. Wow! It felt amazing! I don't know what she felt, but for me, it felt incredibly good to penetrate such a beautiful young woman like this. Because her legs were tightly closed, it felt like my penis was really poking her, so I started thrusting vigorously. Because my movements were too rough, the young woman glanced back at me, then her face turned red instantly, and she immediately turned away. I don't know if she was shy or if she had seen me in the garden. Anyway, seeing that she didn't struggle much, I continued thrusting hard until I ejaculated, of course, in my own hand. This is my "professional" code of conduct: when harassing young girls on public transport, I never ejaculate on someone else!

In the following month, I took advantage of the rush hour to harass this beautiful young woman several times on the bus, and she gradually stopped trying to avoid me. Each time, I could ejaculate from her body, and I would also touch her thighs and buttocks. Although we never spoke a word to each other, it seemed like we had reached some kind of tacit understanding, and it was precisely because of this that I broke my "professional" code of conduct. I remember that day she was wearing a dark-colored dress, but it was a suit, the shirt and skirt were separate, and the skirt was short. The first thing I did was lift her mini-skirt and pull out my hard penis, thrusting it directly against her. Her labia felt plump and incredibly pleasurable. My hand also slipped inside the seam of her clothes and skirt; oh, her skin felt so soft and smooth. So I grabbed her buttocks and thrust hard against her vaginal opening. Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I held her buttocks tightly and ejaculated against her labia. When I ejaculated, I heard her seem to let out a very satisfied moan, but it was very soft, and the carriage was noisy, so I wasn't sure!

Humans are such insatiable creatures. Initially, I just fantasized that if she let me touch her, hug her, I would be satisfied. Then I thought it would be better if I could thrust into her. And now I'm thinking how wonderful it would be if I could actually have sex with her! So, I mustered up my courage and wrote her a note saying things like, "I've liked you ever since I first saw you in the garden. I also live in this neighborhood. I'm not a bad person, I just have a strong sex drive. I really want to be friends with you," and so on. I ended by saying, "If you'd like to be friends with me, please come to the garden at 10 pm tonight. I'll be waiting for you there!

" Honestly, I was taking a gamble. If she refused, I was prepared to stop bothering her. But later events proved the adage true: "The bold get rich, the timid starve!"

This is absolutely true in today's society, and it's especially true when it comes to dating "good girls"! Imagine if you don't even have the courage to actively flirt with someone, how can you understand them, how can you know if they're promiscuous or not? What kind of "good girl" are you talking about? Do you expect her to come to you like a prostitute?

Around 10:15 PM, she finally arrived, dressed in her pajamas as usual for a walk, but without her dog. I won't waste time describing the anticipation of waiting for her; I was simply thrilled and excited when she arrived. I didn't immediately make a move on her. We walked quietly for a while, neither of us speaking. Although we had already "touched" each other several times in the car, this only added to the awkwardness. After five or six minutes, I broke the silence, and we started talking as we walked. I learned her name was Bai Jie, 29 years old, working at a cosmetics counter in a department store. Her husband was a businessman, frequently traveling, sometimes spending most of the month away on business. She felt bored and spent much of her time chatting online, and she also had a small dog for companionship. After hearing this, any experienced guy looking for a decent woman would know that this was absolutely the ideal partner! But I've been with decent women a few times before, and Xiaojie is just too beautiful and sexy, plus we live in the same neighborhood, so I wanted to maintain a longer relationship with her. To be honest, I wanted to sleep with her for a long time, not just once or twice. So I decided not to sleep with her that night. But how could I bear to leave empty-handed in front of such a beautiful and sexy woman? So I chose a relatively dark corner and sat down with Xiaojie. I gently massaged Xiaojie's shoulders first. Xiaojie didn't struggle but gently leaned against my chest. At this point, I was already unable to hold back, but I still held back and chatted with Xiaojie for seven or eight minutes, so that she could get a preliminary understanding of me and leave a good impression.

Holding her soft, fragrant body, I couldn't resist any longer. My hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, lingered briefly, and then moved to her full, firm buttocks, gently rubbing them. Throughout this, Xiaojie didn't resist or struggle; she simply leaned against my shoulder. This was all thanks to the "contact" we'd already made on the bus. Then, with my other hand, I began to touch her thigh through her pajama bottoms. In the quiet of the night in the garden, I could clearly hear Xiaojie's breathing becoming increasingly rapid, soft moans escaping her lips. I didn't touch her genitals directly, but after caressing her thighs for a while, I moved on to her breasts, which I had longed for but never touched. As I grabbed her breast, Xiaojie gently grasped my hand, but I could barely feel any resistance. I whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Xiaojie, I like you, I really like you!"

My hand simultaneously slipped inside her pajamas, directly touching her breasts, which were covered by a bra. I could still touch most of her breasts; her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate, almost the smoothest I'd ever touched on any woman. Then I slipped my hand inside her bra and grabbed her entire breast. It felt amazing! I started grabbing, pinching, and playing with her nipples. In a short while, Xiaojie's nipples became firm and hard, and her moans grew louder. So I gently lifted her lowered head and kissed her delicate lips. Xiaojie responded passionately to my kiss, even offering her tongue to mine. Our tongues intertwined with saliva, the slippery, sticky feeling was incredibly pleasurable, instantly drawing me into a world of eroticism. Xiaojie's saliva was so sweet and fragrant. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: if Xiaojie gave me oral sex, I would be in heaven! Despite my thoughts, my hands didn't stop for a moment. I started touching her genitals and went straight into her panties. In her dazed state, Xiaojie didn't struggle at all, only making "ooh, ooh" sounds as I kissed her. She was already very wet, so I gently rubbed her labia and clitoris for a while before inserting a finger directly into her vagina. At this moment, Xiaojie made a few desperate "oohs" and pushed me away forcefully. I was shocked, thinking she was giving up, but to my surprise, she just gasped for breath a few times, then grabbed my neck and kissed me passionately again. Damn, it turned out she couldn't breathe! Xiaojie's vagina was very tight, which suggested that she and her husband probably didn't have much sex, or that her husband's penis was probably very small. This gave me even more confidence in completely possessing and conquering Xiaojie. My fingers kept twisting, rotating, and thrusting inside Xiaojie's vagina... After a while, Xiaojie pushed my face away again and tilted her head back. I knew she was already very aroused by my teasing and was probably close to orgasm, but I decided not to satisfy her today. So I pulled out my fingers, calmed myself down, and said, "Xiaojie, you are so beautiful and attractive. I'm sorry, I really couldn't resist..." "I won't stay here, you won't blame me, will you?" At this moment, Xiaojie was very embarrassed by what I had done. On the one hand, she was physically eager for an orgasm, but on the other hand, morality, ethics, and self-respect prevented her from saying "it's okay." So she lowered her head and leaned on my shoulder without saying a word. Later, I took Xiaojie home. When we got to her building, she asked if I wanted to come up for a bit. I deliberately said, "It's too late today, maybe another time." Actually, I really wanted to, and at that moment my penis was even erect. However, in order to whet her appetite and get her better, I resisted the urge to go up! For the next two or three days, I would stop touching Xiaojie whenever she felt pleasure. I could see that Xiaojie was getting more and more upset each day. Finally, one night, Xiaojie told me that her water heater was broken and asked if I could take a look. I knew immediately that the final assault had begun, so of course I readily agreed.

Chapter 36: The Young Woman's Lust.

Ding-dong-dong-dong—The muffled chimes of the antique clock tightened Old Zhao's heart. It was ten o'clock at night. Having waited for more than two hours, he was now anxious as if his heart were being fried in oil, yet also incredibly excited. He heard the appointed chime and immediately turned off the television he hadn't watched all night and all the lights in the house. Then he slowly made his way to his son's bedroom. The dim and quiet atmosphere made his heart pound with excitement; he could almost hear his own heart pounding in the air!

He turned the doorknob at the door, and "click," the door was locked. Old Zhao's lips curled into a smile. He pulled a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it. The door clicked open. Pushing the door a third of the way open, Old Zhao glanced inside. A soft, warm light illuminated a corner of the dimly lit room. His wife, Yin Ling, slept peacefully on the large double bed in the center of the room. Old Zhao raised his voice slightly and called out, "[Ling----Dad, may I come in----]?" His wife didn't respond. He took a breath and quietly entered the room, closing the door behind him. He reached the bedside and saw his wife wearing a pinkish-yellow nightgown, covered by a thin blanket. Her sleeping posture was so alluring and graceful. Old Zhao licked his dry lips and began to unbutton her clothes. At this moment, his heart was racing, and many images flooded his mind—this Old Zhao was called Zhao Fucheng, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor specializing in bone-setting, quite well-known in the area! He was a man who neither drank nor gambled—only interested in women. He felt that having sex with women, then ejaculating into their uterus, was the ultimate pleasure and a source of authority for a man. A cunning man, he had used both soft and hard tactics over the decades to indulge in numerous sexual encounters, and even now, at seventy years old, his lust remained intense. In his forties, he bought a young girl in the countryside as his wife, determined to continue his lineage. They had a son and a daughter, but the woman stole some money from him and ran off with a younger man. Old Zhao then chose to remain single, finding it more "convenient." In recent years, his health had declined, and he rarely visited prostitutes. But the main reason was his infatuation with a beautiful woman more than forty years his junior—his daughter-in-law, Yin Ling. Yin Ling had been married into his family for almost a year, and from the first day he saw her, the old man was overjoyed, his lust unchecked. His daughter-in-law, Yin Ling, was twenty-five years old. Although not a stunning beauty, her delicate features and sweet, charming appearance were enough to make her appealing. She possessed a well-proportioned, full figure, a blend of Eastern and Western physiques, with 36-inch breasts, a slender waist, and a firm, pert bottom—truly a quintessential woman. Add to that modern fashion: low-cut tops, skinny jeans, miniskirts, and other revealing styles—and it was an indescribable, irresistible attraction for an old lecher like Zhao. The old man was practically drooling!

Having such a tempting prey in his home was driving this old devil crazy with desire. He had long been plotting to take advantage of Yin Ling. Her large, full breasts and her pink, tender vulva, capable of igniting any man's lust, had been secretly admired by Old Zhao during her bath, fueling his fantasies. He longed to squeeze and bite her breasts, to thrust his penis into her until she cried out in agony, and then to ejaculate deep inside her, filling her womb. He had been waiting for his chance. He even found a drug to use on women—he knew this young woman wouldn't willingly submit, and at over seventy, forcing her wouldn't guarantee success. Only when she was powerless to resist could he have his way with her. But unfortunately, an opportunity was missed last Sunday!

That noon, Yin Ling was home resting. Old Zhao had drugged her drink beforehand, and his daughter-in-law soon fell into a deep sleep on the sofa. He couldn't wait any longer and went to the living room to vent his pent-up lust. He quickly made love to her, then lifted her skirt, only to find she wasn't wearing underwear. He thought, "This daughter-in-law is really bold and daring." He suspected she wasn't so virtuous outside, and that many men had probably tasted this slut. Thinking about his beautiful daughter-in-law having sex with other men, and how a man on the street had stolen his right to ejaculate, Old Zhao felt a strange resentment that intensified his excitement. He thought, "Since you've cheated on me, it's not immoral for me to have an affair with you."

With that thought, any guilt vanished. So he spread his daughter-in-law's legs apart and lifted them up, and the paradise he had longed for was before him! He hurriedly buried his head between his wife's legs, sucking hard on her labia and frantically licking that sacred place. The intoxicating scent of her body and the musky aroma of her vulva excited him immensely. He felt the same novelty and excitement as when he first touched a woman's body. Even in her drowsy state, under her father-in-law's ministrations, her vulva quickly began to secrete lubricating fluid. Old Zhao couldn't wait any longer.

He quickly pulled off his clothes, his brownish-yellow penis already hard and veiny. He pounced on the sofa, leaning over his wife's crotch, one hand holding his penis against the entrance of her vagina, the other supporting her thigh. He swallowed hard, the glans touching the opening. He rubbed the lubricating fluid up and down with the glans. A tingling sensation shot through the tip of his penis. "Oh--woo--oh----" he sighed comfortably. He triumphantly pushed and rubbed the glans against her vulva.

This forced the labia minora to squeeze apart. The warmth from the vulva sent heat through his glans, making him even hotter. He finally issued his ultimatum: "Come on, you slutty wife—I'm going to pamper you..." He arched his back, lowered his body, and thrust forward, his glans about to slowly penetrate the wet vulva. But just as his glans pressed against the opening, the labia were only partially inside—suddenly he heard the iron gate outside creak open. "Oh no—" His son was back. "Why is he back now..." Old Zhao thought to himself. "I, as a father, have committed adultery with my son's wife. I feel ashamed. If he sees this, it will be even worse." In his panic, Old Zhao sprang up with surprising speed. Luckily, he hadn't undressed his wife completely. He quickly pulled her legs together and dragged her skirt back down, then rushed back to the room and closed the door—only then did he begin to catch his breath. This rare opportunity for him was gone.

A few weeks later, his son was leaving for work. Heh heh—another opportunity! Old Zhao was overjoyed, like a child who had received a desired gift. That very night, he prepared everything… Now, his wife lay obediently beside him, awaiting his will. Old Zhao, being a seasoned womanizer, knew this was a piece of meat he couldn't escape! He shouldn't rush into it. So, he remained relatively calm. He climbed onto the bed and pulled away the blanket from his wife; her ordinary nightgown couldn't possibly conceal her voluptuous figure.

Two large, round breasts almost burst open from her clothes, and her tight pajama bottoms made her legs appear even more voluptuous and long. Old Zhao turned her from her side-lying position to her flat side, and unbuttoned her clothes one by one. Once the buttons were off, the pajamas naturally fell down from both sides, and her pair of full breasts, freed from restraint, seemed to bounce upwards. He suddenly had a thought—to immediately rip off his wife's pants.

Sure enough, Yin Ling wasn't wearing underwear. Old Zhao grinned lewdly, looking at the soft brown pubic hair and the pink, youthful, and charming female genitalia. They were so tempting, so irresistible. The old man really wanted to swallow them whole. Thinking it, he acted on it, rubbing his palm against that forbidden area. The tender, smooth sensation of his middle finger brushing against the flesh sent a shiver of pleasure through him.

He stroked his already hard penis, and after a few strokes, he became even more aroused. He knelt before his wife's chest, his left hand still caressing her unsuspecting vulva, while his right hand grasped one of her large, round breasts. His dry, cracked lips frantically sucked and kissed the other, licking and sipping incessantly. He wanted to explore and suckle her body thoroughly. He felt her soft moans and fragrant breath. She was now lying there

, completely at his mercy. The thought filled him with excitement. His wife's plump thighs, her last line of defense, were wide open. Her seemingly tightly closed labia seemed to welcome him, actively releasing a trickle of lubricating fluid, ready to receive his penis. The old man, seeing such a captivating vulva, was filled with lust. He lay down, his greedy mouth plunging into her wet opening, forcefully sucking the fluid seeping from her tender vulva, drawing it all into his stomach. The copious oozing liquid soaked Old Zhao's gray beard. As the pungent, pungent smell filled his nostrils, the old man could no longer suppress his intense urge to release his primal desires. He arched his back, his erect penis, which had been standing for some time, approaching his wife's parted legs and the entrance to her vagina. He could finally repeat his old trick, triumphantly teaching his glans to rub and tease the opening.

Meanwhile, Yin Ling, fast asleep, dreamt that she was running desperately across an endless, desolate snowfield, chased by a large gray wolf the size of a small horse. She struggled to escape, but couldn't move her feet. Finally, the wolf pounced on her from behind, knocking her to the ground. In her panic, the wolf swiftly tore off her clothes with its front paws, leaving her completely naked! Then the big gray wolf stretched out its long, red tongue and licked her vulva. Yin Ling was terrified and panicked, not knowing what to do. The wolf then leaped high, its hind legs kicking up as if it were a human standing up. Terrifyingly, an eight- or nine-inch-long male genital organ suddenly appeared from between its legs, the blood-red, cone-shaped glans as round and large as a small teacup!

In her terror, Yin Ling instinctively knew what the strange wolf wanted to do to her, and in a panic, she tried desperately to crawl forward and escape. But the wolf took advantage of the situation, hooking its front legs around her shoulders and climbing onto her back. Suddenly, Yin Ling felt her entire body become paralyzed; then her legs involuntarily parted! She screamed inwardly! But she already felt something hot and burning roughly thrusting into her vulva, immediately and forcefully penetrating!

Yin Ling felt the beast's entire body thrashing against her, its large penis frantically pounding against her genitals. She turned to look at the beast, the gray wolf, its terrifying fangs bared; a long, dark red tongue lolled from its large mouth, dripping with foul-smelling saliva; its two wide, glaring eyes gleamed with a lewd and evil light. Yin Ling screamed and struggled violently.

Unexpectedly, she was so frightened that she woke up from her dream—and even more unexpectedly, Old Zhao was startled. [Could it be, could the medicine have failed?] He didn't have time to think of a reason. He froze, too afraid to move! Yin Ling was still in shock when she looked at her surroundings. [Thank goodness!] She couldn't see the gray wolf raping her, but—but—she saw her father-in-law lying naked on top of her, and like the gray wolf, he also had an erect male penis, close to her thighs, which had somehow parted! At that moment, she realized that she was also completely naked, her body exposed to her father-in-law without reservation. She just realized her situation—her father-in-law—he wanted to rape her!

In her panic and shame, Yin Ling tried her best to sit up, but found she had absolutely no strength! She could only instinctively utter two words: "No!" Unfortunately, her words only woke her father-in-law, who had been standing there in a daze. Although he was initially afraid when he saw his daughter-in-law's unexpected awakening, the sight of her shy and alluring appearance, and her tempting vulva still dripping with desire, immediately reignited his burning lust! His eyes once again blazed with lustful fire. He bent over again, thrusting his glans into her vagina. Yin Ling screamed, but couldn't move an inch: "I don't want to… ah, no…"—she could only plead desperately. But the man's genitals had already penetrated her taut opening. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, they penetrated her lower body section by section without any resistance!

Yin Ling dared not look, dared not think! But she could clearly feel his penis penetrating deeper and deeper into her body; the hot, hard stimulation sending waves of tingling pleasure through her lower body. She couldn't help but tremble all over. Old Zhao laughed when he saw this. "Heh...heh. Sister-in-law, you're feeling good...ah heh..." Yin Ling shook her head urgently. "No...no...I don't want to...please don't do this..." Old Zhao chuckled wickedly, thrusting his hips downwards to make it easier for his penis to penetrate and extend. He deliberately paused a few times, using his penis to pry inside her vagina. That alluring hole he had longed for was finally conquered; he was extremely excited! His wife's vaginal opening gripped his penis tightly, so completely; even the slightest movement caused an unbearable tingling and itching; her lower body felt intensely weak and throbbing, as if she were about to ejaculate!

His lust intensified, and his urge to release it grew stronger. He quickly shifted his position with his wife, and his penis began to thrust in and out repeatedly. In her panic and confusion, Yin Ling felt her father-in-law's genitals violating her body. Her mind raced, "Why is my father-in-law doing this to me? I'm his daughter-in-law—why—why is he doing this to me?" At this moment, she suddenly remembered something she had forgotten. "It was the seventh day of the first lunar month of last year. My husband's younger sister, her aunt Ji Ying, brought her one-year-old son home to visit. Yin Ling had a very good impression of this beautiful and pure-hearted aunt. But that afternoon, after her afternoon nap, when she passed by her father-in-law's room, she heard faint moans from a woman. She thought something had happened, so she listened carefully, and heard her aunt's soft cry, 'Dad, not now, my sister-in-law is still at home, don't do this!' Then she heard her father-in-law's voice, 'Sweetheart, you rarely come back to see your father, let your father pamper you a little first. Oh! Look, how are your breasts growing more and more beautiful, so big and round, so cute! And what's flowing out? Heh--Quick, quick, give your father some milk, your own daughter's milk is the best, mmm! Delicious, delicious!'" Yin Ling looked suspiciously through the keyhole of the door lock. Then, she was horrified to discover that her father-in-law and aunt were engaged in a clandestine act. Her father-in-law was on top of his daughter, who was lying on the bed, excitedly kneading her large, still-nursing breasts; his bearded mouth was suckling at the constantly leaking milk from her two bright red nipples.

Her aunt, like a mother feeding her baby, held her father's balding head, letting him nurse. Then her father-in-law quickly got up and removed their clothes. Yin Ling saw for the first time her father-in-law's disgusting, ugly penis. He leaned over his daughter, and she naturally spread her plump legs to welcome her father's erection. Yin Ling saw her father-in-law eagerly thrust into her, his thick, erect penis plunging into her wet, purplish-red vagina. Father and daughter embraced! Her father-in-law vigorously thrust his hips up and down between her legs.

"[Little darling! Daddy's going to fuck you to death today, I'm going to fuck your cunt raw and cunt to pieces----]" The father-in-law excitedly uttered obscene words, while the aunt moaned softly, "Ah...ah." Yin Ling unconsciously watched the lewd scene unfolding on the bed between her father-in-law and aunt, until the father-in-law's lower body twitched urgently, and she heard the aunt plead anxiously, "Ah Daddy, it's ovulation period today, you can't ejaculate inside, take it out quickly! Ah!" The father-in-law trembled and said, "Fuck you, why are you saying this, old man..." "Dad's just going to make your husband... have another... have another baby... ah... he's shooting... ah... ah!" Hearing her father-in-law's shameless words, Yin Ling understood the father-daughter relationship. Then her aunt cried out anxiously with intense excitement, "Ah... ah... no..." Seeing her father-in-law's limp body still struggling to thrust his penis, she knew this was the process of a man squeezing out semen even after ejaculation. Her aunt's dazed and confused face showed a hint of guilt—

remembering the incestuous incident, Yin Ling realized that her father-in-law's actions towards her and her aunt were truly beastly. "If my husband finds out about this..." she thought. Morality and ethics; even more so, the violation made her feel extremely ashamed. She was engaging in incestuous intercourse with her husband's father, and she felt extremely disgusted and guilty. But slowly, she realized that an inappropriate sexual pleasure was constantly rising in her head, gradually emptying her mind. She couldn't help but want to cry out in pleasure. And as her father-in-law's penis thrust deeper and deeper with increasing force, she felt her body, so weak and submissive, both resisting and welcoming this invasion. With each violent thrust, her reason warned her that when her father-in-law reached his climax, his penis might ejaculate inside her, potentially resulting in an incestuous pregnancy. She knew that men at this point wouldn't stop until they had released their pent-up desire. She dared not think further, only hoping that this moment would not come, hoping that her father-in-law wouldn't inject that substance inside her. She hoped even more that this was still a dream.

But Old Man Zhao was about to make her nightmare come true! After thrusting more than a hundred times, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, he finally couldn't hold back any longer! His lower body throbbed with a weak, aching sensation. His hands nervously squeezed and kneaded his wife's bouncing breasts. "[Ah...such a tight hole...sister-in-law...are you enjoying it...ah...]" he cried out, his hips throbbing wildly as if transmitting power. His penis thrust rapidly in and out of his wife's tight vagina, making a 'sizzling' sound. His pleasure had reached its limit, and he let out a final, urgent gasp, like the alarm before a rocket launch. His hips intensified the rhythm of his thrusts, advancing into her vagina at a rate of one thrust per second. Because her vagina was so tight, he had to withdraw his hands from her breasts and instead support her waist as a fulcrum.

Yin Ling felt her father-in-law's thrusts becoming faster and faster. She enjoyed the pleasure his manhood gave her, but she didn't forget that this wasn't her husband's penis that brought her happiness and security. In the frenzy of sex, her only remaining rationality was focused on what caused her discomfort; her ears clearly distinguished the hoarse, obscene words and passionate gasps uttered by her father-in-law! And then there was the pungent, sour breath spraying onto her face! She was still ashamed and remorseful for the embarrassing sounds her genitals made during intercourse with her father-in-law! His penis was thrusting more and more urgently into her vagina; she knew from experience that this was the final stage of ejaculation, and she struggled with a painful mix of pleasure and agony. Just then, the door was gently pushed open, but it didn't disturb the couple on the bed. It was the scene that excited the person outside.

It was Zhao's son; Yin Ling's husband. The scene inside shocked him as if he'd been electrocuted. He saw a lean, muscular man's body on his wife Yin Ling's naked body. The man was rapidly thrusting his hips between Yin Ling's legs, and from behind, their legs were spread wide, almost overlapping, their genitals perfectly joined. The man's penis was thrusting in and out repeatedly, violently pounding into Yin Ling's genitals. As a husband, he could never accept his wife having sex with another man, especially not witnessing it firsthand! Even more unacceptable was that the man raping his wife was his own father.

This absurd incestuous act left him speechless, frozen at the door. Meanwhile, the ecstatic Old Zhao, lost in the throes of sexual ecstasy, was on the verge of ejaculation. His hoarse voice cried out, "Ah... I'm dying... Ah... Sister-in-law... I can't take it anymore... Waaah..." His whole body trembled as if after urinating, his frantic thrusting turning into a spasm of his genitals, his loose buttocks clenching. He leaned down, pressing himself against his wife, burying his face in her ample breasts. His convulsing member thrust deeper into her vagina, then a violent spasm erupted, releasing waves of semen. At that moment, Yin Ling's panic overwhelmed everything. She desperately pleaded, "Dad... no... no..."

But her weak voice couldn't stop her father-in-law's hot semen from ejaculating. That fluid surged into her body, mercilessly pouring into her womb, the source of life. Yin Ling felt this was an irreparable sin! She couldn't help but let out a wail! Her body resisted the burning stimulation her father-in-law was injecting. Old Zhao, panting heavily against his daughter-in-law's chest, enjoyed the bliss of orgasm. The satisfaction after release spread from his genitals to every cell in his body, numbing them. Outside the door, the son, witnessing his father's actions towards his wife, went from stunned to extremely angry, his raging flames becoming uncontrollable. He strode heavily to the bedside—while Old Zhao lay on top of his daughter-in-law, fondling her… He panted, his face flushed, waiting for his erection to return so he could slowly play with it to his heart's content. But when he heard sudden footsteps in the silence, his heart jolted, and he knew something was wrong. He frantically backed away—he suddenly jerked his upper body up in alarm. He was about to stand up, but before his genitals could be withdrawn from his wife's vagina, his heart pounded violently, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through him! Old Zhao let out two dry cries of "Ah...ah..." before his legs kicked a few times, his eyes rolled back, and he slowly collapsed. He breathed his last and died on his wife, whom he had finally conquered, his genitals still inside her…

The son hastily buried his beastly father, then, ignoring the night his spirit returned, he took his beloved wife and left this sinful and filthy place. But from that night on, Yin Ling began to have terrifying and lewd dreams. Almost every time, she dreamt of her deceased father-in-law returning, naked, pale, and withered like a skeleton wrapped in leather. His sunken black eye sockets bulged out a pair of lewd and wicked eyes, and his wide-open mouth revealed a ghostly smile, protruding half a wet, purple tongue. --- Yin Ling was so terrified she couldn't scream or breathe. Between the ghost's legs rose a hideous, rotten, and repulsive red-black phallus. It slid onto the bed and lunged at Yin Ling, its skeletal hands reaching out to her chest, wantonly squeezing her full breasts. Yin Ling felt a chill run through her breasts and down to her heart; faced with such a horrifying scene, she couldn't move an inch, allowing itself to be violated. She called her husband's name, but no one answered. She lay there, stunned, watching the ghost grope her body.

She felt a deep resistance and disgust. But when the ghost lay beneath her, its blackened tongue licking her vulva, she found herself unable to resist the stimulation and leaked a lubricating fluid. At that moment, the ghost of her father-in-law gave her the same lewd and contemptuous smile it had in life. Then it spread her legs apart and knelt between them, its swollen, festering penis dangling in front of her. A stench filled her nostrils, making her want to vomit. Yinling hoped it was just a nightmare, but her frantic struggles didn't wake her; everything before her felt so real. She could only watch in terror as the ghost aimed its repulsive object at her crotch. When the swollen, blackened glans touched the entrance to her forbidden zone, Yinling gasped. [Heh------] The ghost let out a shrill, lewd laugh, arching its body and crouching down. The hideous, arrogant, and terrifying ghost face was less than half a foot away from Yin Ling. It grinned and sneered again. [Heh--------] Yin Ling was so frightened that she dared not look and could only close her eyes tightly. But at that moment, she felt the ghost roughly inserting its thing into her lower body. Her moist labia were stretched open by the enormous tip, and the ghost's penis seemed to drill in quickly and rapidly. The icy, bone-chilling sensation numbed her lower body from her vagina. At the same time, the rough, protruding thing rubbed and thrust with great force, and Yin Ling felt an unprecedented pleasure spread through every cell of her body. Her reason could only tell her not to feel this, that it was a monster!

But she could not resist the stimulation! The primal human desire for pleasure slowly took over her mind. She could only bite her lips tightly. The ghost seemed extremely excited, making whimpering noises as if cheering for its invasion. Yin Ling realized the ghost was licking her face with its rough, wet tongue, while its cold, ghostly hands still pinched her breasts. She felt the thing inserted into her lower body spinning and twisting rapidly back and forth, side to side. It was truly a monster! It didn't move its body at all, yet its penis moved on its own! A twisting and turning motion no human could perform!

Yin Ling screamed inwardly, unable to accept that she was having intercourse with that inhuman thing! But it was so real, and she was gripped by extreme terror. The overwhelming pleasure caused her to completely lose consciousness! When Yin Ling awoke from the intense impact, she felt the ghost's penis thrusting violently on top of her, and the ghost was constantly emitting hoarse, piercing cries of "Ooh... Oh... Ooh oh..." In her mind, Yin Ling recalled the most intense phase, and frantically shook her head, crying out, "No... No... No... No..." The ghost's terrifying face still wore that wicked, lewd grin. Finally, the ghost's shrill cries ceased at their most piercing moment. Yin Ling felt a sharp pain in her breasts from being squeezed, and at the same time, as the ghost forcefully thrust into her again, a large gush of icy liquid, of unknown origin, violently sprayed deep into her uterus. Yin Ling cried out in despair, "Ah…!" The ghost also let out a triumphant "woo-woo" sound, its penis continuing to pour its contents into the woman's body, gradually filling Yin Ling's vagina and swollen her uterus. The object inserted inside her trembled intensely, making Yin Ling extremely excited! She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, making her body weak and numb—she had reached orgasm! In the involuntary pleasure, she helplessly felt the ghost's contents filling her lower body. Whether it was the unusual orgasm or the coldness that gradually numbed her tormented body, she fainted again.

When Yin Ling awoke again, it was early morning, and she saw her husband still fast asleep. She had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking her nightmare was finally over, when a sudden chill ran through her, and she realized she was completely naked. She also felt a damp, cold sensation under her buttocks and a wet, sticky feeling between her legs. Startled, she immediately spread her legs to look—and was horrified to find a thick, dark gray liquid overflowing from her vagina. The foul odor emanating from that liquid was the same stench of her father-in-law's ghost from her dream the previous night. [Could it be… that last night's dream was real… that her father-in-law's ghost was tormenting her…] Yin Ling suddenly felt cold and trembled all over. Staring at the pool of liquid, she still couldn't believe it, but her lower body was still seeping… that was the ghost's semen… Afraid of worrying her husband, Yin Ling didn't tell him. She told her mother about this terrifying experience. Her mother was also shocked, knowing her daughter had been possessed, so she asked a friend to introduce a Taoist priest from the outskirts of the village to perform an exorcism.

That evening, Yin's mother brought the Taoist priest. He was a short, stout old man with a strange appearance—a snake-like head and rat-like eyes. His skin was dark yellow, and he had a small goatee on his chin. He was over sixty years old. He wore a yellowish-brown Taoist robe and a gray Taoist hat. He was clearly a rustic country bumpkin. Yet, he walked with a swagger,

exuding an air of self-importance. He had a young Taoist priest, about ten years old, with him, who was holding the ritual implements. The old man, upon entering and seeing Yin Ling, such a voluptuous and beautiful young woman, was overjoyed. He had originally planned an hour-long ritual, but now decided to shorten it to half an hour. He muttered incoherently and brandished a sword for a moment. He then told the young priest to pack up. He and Yin Ling and her mother sat down in the living room. The old man's expression was grave. He said, "Yin Ling is cursed with evil spirits and is prone to calamities related to lust." He continued his deceitful tales, frightening Yin Ling and her mother greatly. Yin Ling's mother begged him to help her daughter exorcise the curse, saying she was willing to spend any amount of money. The old man, of course, put on an act for a while, then feigned righteousness and said to Yin's mother: "The only way is to help your daughter expel the yin energy from her body to drive away the calamity. There is no other way!"

Unable to reason with her mother's superstition, and being easily frightened herself, Yin Ling had no choice but to take the old Taoist to her room for the exorcism. Under the old man's coaxing, Yin Ling shyly took off her clothes and lay on the bed, where the old man smeared her entire body with cinnabar. The old Taoist's lecherous eyes swept over the alluring body before him. Her snow-white, rosy skin was already captivating, but her pair of round, firm breasts were enough to make any man's hands itch, and the secret place between her jade-like legs made his old man's groin ache. Such a captivating sight stirred a surge of excitement in the old Taoist; he wished he could immediately grab those mounds of flesh, flatten them, and swallow them whole. Then he spread her legs and thrust his penis into her cunt, pounding her until she was utterly mangled.

His body was weak, but his penis swelled so hard it made his Taoist robe bulge. Yet the old Taoist priest had to suppress his animalistic desires, spreading his thick, fleshy hands and calmly extending them to apply cinnabar powder, starting from Yin Ling's neck. When he touched her alluring breasts, his hands went limp, almost losing control and wanting to squeeze them. But he gritted his teeth, desperately enduring the pain, and continued applying the powder with feigned composure and dignity. He continued applying it all the way to the inside of Yin Ling's thighs. His limbs throbbed with a tingling, itchy excitement, as if bitten by a thousand ants; his blood surged, and he struggled to breathe. At this moment, he ordered Yin Ling to get up, turn around, and kneel face down on the bed. The old Taoist priest also climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her.

Knowing that her vulva was exposed to a man, Yin Ling felt even more ashamed. She realized that relaxing like this was tantamount to "luring the snake out of its hole," and besides, the old Taoist priest was still a man; she feared he might take advantage of her vulnerability. She had no choice but to turn around and look, only to see the old Taoist priest holding a small wooden sword, about a foot long, in his right hand, chanting scriptures. "[Taoist Master...you...]" she was about to ask when the old Taoist priest said solemnly, "[Madam, your yin energy is gathered in your body. I will now use this magic sword to remove the ghostly poison. Please bear with it.]" "[Taoist Master, this...you have to...insert the sword...there...]!"

Yin Ling, filled with doubt, wanted to ask again. But seeing the old Taoist priest's solemn face and hearing the word "ghost," she was too frightened to speak. Remembering how upright he had been just moments before; having made no attempt to take advantage, Yin Ling had no choice but to turn back and look away.

Seeing that she was convinced, the old Taoist priest grinned lewdly, leaning close behind Yin Ling and chanting as he placed the tip of his sword between her legs. He teased her pink labia and clitoris with the sword tip, intending to arouse her desire. Yin Ling, stimulated by his touch, couldn't help but bite her lip and moan softly, "Ah...oh." Such obscene and stimulating manipulation was too much for this young woman to ignore. Just as she felt the sharp, long object prying and stirring against her lower body, sending waves of tingling and itching through her, her vulva naturally secreted a stream of lustful fluid, which flowed continuously.

Knowing she was becoming aroused, the old Taoist priest gently pushed the wooden sword five or six inches into her vagina, rotating it left and right and thrusting it back and forth. He chuckled lewdly as he used the most provocative methods, his labia opening and closing with each thrust of the sword, making a "tsk tsk..." sound.

Yin Ling trembled uncontrollably and moaned softly from the stimulation. Panic, anxiety, fear, and shame clouded her mind, and she bit her lip repeatedly, resisting the urge to scream. Seeing her aroused, the old Taoist priest further provoked her, pulling out his wooden sword, which caused a splash of water to erupt from her vagina. Her vulva was a lovely, pinkish-red, overflowing with moisture. The old Taoist priest tossed the wet wooden sword aside and said, "Madam, you've been poisoned quite badly. I have to suck it out for you. Just bear with it a little longer." Lost in her confusion and desire, Yin Ling couldn't decipher his words. The old Taoist priest, growing impatient, quickly knelt behind Yin Ling, pressing his hands against her high, rounded buttocks, gently pulling her thighs to accentuate the inner thighs.

He leaned in and sucked on her wet, alluring vulva, desperately sucking and licking her labia and clitoris. His thick tongue probed and explored inside her vagina. The warm, flexible tongue replaced the stiff wooden sword, further stimulating Yin Ling's desire. She no longer had the rationality to consider the authenticity of the old Taoist's actions. Ever since being haunted by her father-in-law's ghost at night, she had been uneasy. Her husband, thinking she was still grieving over the past, was understanding, and as a result, they hadn't made love for over three months. A newlywed woman, like a budding spring sprout, encountered this deliberately provocative and lewd old man, and her lust became uncontrollable. At this moment, her slender waist moved, her fleshy arms swaying seductively. This enticed the old Taoist's large mouth to eagerly follow and suck at her tender opening. Under the old Taoist's manipulation, Yin Ling finally began to moan softly. The old Taoist

knew the time had come and he couldn't miss this crucial moment. He immediately withdrew his hand, lifted his robe, pulled down his trousers, and pulled out a short, fierce-looking penis with a swollen, purplish-black glans and a large, protruding shaft. The penis was throbbing uncontrollably, its head pointing upwards in a defiant display. In her dazed state, Yin Ling was completely unaware that the man's genitals were approaching her genitals. The old Taoist priest knelt forward a few steps, closing in on her from behind. He held Yin Ling's buttocks with one hand and guided his own penis to her steaming, drooling vulva with the other. Then, with a back arch and a thrust forward, his large glans quickly forced open her labia. He pushed forward again with force, and with a "squeak," the entire thick thing was thrust into her vagina. "Ah..." Yin Ling cried out involuntarily as the hot penis hit her inside. "No... let me go... let me go..." Yin Ling cried.

She didn't need to think twice; this was definitely not a wooden sword, but the man's wicked thing. In a panic, Yin Ling tried to forcefully pull away from it. But the old Taoist priest had already clamped her waist with both hands, pulling her back and thrusting his penis forward again. It only took a few thrusts to penetrate her. Yin Ling felt that burning hot thing completely penetrate her body. [No...] She was filled with regret.

The old Taoist priest excitedly shook his head a few times and said, [Madam, don't be afraid, this humble Taoist priest is here to expel the evil poison from your cunt, hehe... my big yang rod will cure you.] The old Taoist priest revealed his true colors, now thrusting his barrel-like waist forcefully and without restraint. He deliberately thrust his penis hard. [Ah... such a tight cunt... so satisfying...] Yin Ling tried her best to resist. [Let me go... no... let me go.] Soon, Yin Ling's voice gradually lowered and turned into moans of [Ugh... ah...].

The old Taoist priest had not tasted such a beautiful woman in a long time. He thrust and pounded with all his might, leaning on Yin Ling's back, while reaching out to support Yin Ling's swaying breasts. Now he could squeeze them as much as he wanted, and the two big breasts were deformed like dough. He thrust his large, fleshy buttocks violently, his oily belly slapping against Yin Ling's snow-white buttocks. A thick patch of coarse pubic hair pricked Yin Ling's anus, causing unbearable itching and pain, making her moan softly. Her reason had been pushed aside by the old Taoist's penis, and she was helplessly sinking into the sea of desire stirred by the man's penis. The old Taoist's lewd actions were giving her a sexual experience she had never felt before; her lust was burning throughout her body under his frenzied thrusting.

Just as they were in the throes of their lovemaking, the man's frenzy and the woman's ecstasy, Yin Ling's mother suddenly knocked on the door, asking, "Ling... are you alright...?" Hearing this, both of them inside were startled. The old Taoist stopped thrusting, and in that moment of pause, Yin Ling was also awakened to some of her reason by her mother's voice. Then she heard her mother asking again from outside the door, "Ling... are you alright... answer me quickly..." The old Taoist feared that if her mother came in, this wonderful moment would be wasted. She immediately spoke first, saying, "[She's alright, I'm performing an exorcism for her; she just has a slight headache.]" But now, Yin Ling hesitated. She wanted her mother to come in and stop the old Taoist priest from raping her

, but she was also afraid of the embarrassing situation. If her husband found out, it would be a terrible injustice. Anyway, the old Taoist priest had already penetrated her; whether the sex was finished or not, she was already being violated. Besides, she found that once his penis stopped moving, she felt a strange desire. She was at a loss, and the old Taoist priest dared not say a word. He first relaxed his grip on Yin Ling's waist, observing her reaction. [Knock...knock...] The knocking sounded again.

Finally, she heard Yin Ling say forcefully towards the door, "[Mom...I'm alright, you wait outside.]" Hearing this, the old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, and the footsteps faded away. Yin Ling was breathing softly, lost in thought. Hearing the old Taoist priest say, "[Hehe...you're such a lewd wife...hey, it's been so long since you've tasted a man's penis, good, good, this humble Taoist will give you a good time],"

the old Taoist priest was relieved to see that she didn't resist. He started thrusting his thick waist again, pumping violently. Each thrust was heavier and deeper than the last, penetrating Yin Ling's vagina. Yin Ling felt her body and mind collapsing under the impact of the old Taoist priest's penis. The wave after wave of thrusting and digging, coupled with the strange erotic sensations of incest and forced rape that she had never experienced before, forced her to admit that the old Taoist priest's penis had given her pleasure. She actually succumbed to the man's penis that was forcibly violating her. The pent-up lust, panic, and involuntary desire made her mind go blank. Her upper body collapsed as her limp hands could no longer support her, but she still arched her buttocks, letting the old Taoist priest ride her from behind.

The climax that her body had longed for was getting closer and closer. The old Taoist priest, his rage fully unleashed, was nearing ejaculation, resembling an aging male dog long deprived of mating. He practically straddled Yin Ling's back; this doggy-style position was perfect for his short, thick penis. He inserted not only her scrotum but also the base of her penis.

Through his wide-open crotch, one could see his large testicles dangling, bouncing violently with each thrust. His penis rapidly withdrawn and re-entered, squeezing out vaginal fluid with a squeaking sound. The old Taoist priest held the body beneath him tightly, experiencing a long-awaited sexual pleasure and a virgin-like tightness that made him want to cheer: "Ah...so good...you slut, your pussy is really good for me, hmph...no wonder your father-in-law haunts you even in death...hahaha."

The old Taoist priest's penis had reached its limit, and the pleasure brought the man to the final thrusting. Just moments ago, he'd teased her with a large, forceful thrust, pulling halfway before plunging all the way in. Now, he was kicking his legs hard, thrusting rapidly and repeatedly. The repeated squeezing caused his lower abdomen to be soaked with the spurting fluids. His entire body, covered in fat, was dripping with sweat. His urgent desire to release drove him to fuck her relentlessly, his penis pumping like a runaway machine driving a stake, seemingly trying to pierce Yin Ling's uterus. In her chaotic sea of desire, Yin Ling felt the man's strength increase; she understood this was the final stage of intercourse. But her mind was already a mess from his penetration, and once a woman's sensitive areas are controlled, even the will is powerless!

The fact that the initiative was in the man's penis made her think about what would happen next. Primitive intercourse could no longer be stopped by morality and ethics. This reproductive instinct was so equal; regardless of age, as long as there were two male and female organs, they could cooperate. On the other hand, it was also a misfortune for women. Just like Yin Ling, who was loyal to her husband but still succumbed to primal instincts under the man's rape! Under the old Taoist's bestial rubbing, she had reached orgasm, a tingling and itchy spasm in her lower abdomen, and a large amount of warm, lustful fluid flowed from her excited body. [Ah...ah...] She couldn't bear it and cried out.

At this moment, the old Taoist also tightened his grip on her buttocks. He was also at a critical moment, and it seemed that his age would not allow him to hold on for long. The limit of tingling made his penis feel sore, and he trembled all over and then his waist shook. He growled in a low voice, [Ah...slutty wife, I, I'll fuck you like a doll, ah...] His lower body felt sore and a force surged upward from the base of his penis, about to burst out from the tip.

He pressed his genitals against Yin Ling's buttocks with all his might, pushing his penis straight to her cervix. With a shudder and a release, the force on his glans tightened and loosened like popping a bottle of champagne. His urethra opened, and a torrent of semen gushed out. [Ah…no…no…] In her dazed state, Yin Ling noticed the throbbing penis inside her. Her heart pounded as she thought of the dire consequences, but it was too late. Streams of fluid filled the empty space inside her, quickly filling her uterus. The thick fluid burned her entire body from her lower body.

The old Taoist priest felt refreshed and relaxed after his orgasm; the absolute conquest and the direct pleasure of release were indescribable. But he continued to thrust his penis forward, each thrust squeezing out a gush of thick semen. He wanted to give the woman the last bit of his semen, as if he truly wanted to make her pregnant. [Ah...ya...uh...] The old Taoist priest let out the loudest, most satisfied male cry. The afterglow of ejaculation made him reluctant to withdraw his penis, which remained inside the vagina of the woman he had conquered. Yin Ling, exhausted from the tingling, dizzying pleasure of his large, hot semen, collapsed onto the bed. She closed her eyes, panting heavily.

After the old Taoist had exhausted his pleasure, the ritual to expel the evil from her body finally came to an end! Yin Ling weakly composed herself, managing to calmly leave the room. The old Taoist, having had his fill, was naturally very satisfied. His stern expression remained shamelessly plastered on! For this old bachelor, making up some more words to appease Yin's mother outside the room was no trouble at all.

As night approached, the old Taoist chanted one last round of scriptures, then abruptly stopped ringing the ritual bell. Several yellow strips of paper "climbed" from his hands to the four corners of the house. The ritual was now complete! The old Taoist said, "Madam, this ritual is finished, but your fate is predetermined, so you should be careful in everything you do. If anything goes wrong in the future, just give me a call, and I will come to your aid immediately." He chuckled dryly after saying this. Yin Ling thanked the old Taoist with feigned politeness and told her mother to take the Taoist priest downstairs to the altar on her way home. Upon reaching the gate, Yin Ling stared blankly at the yellow plaque on the wall for a long while. Just as she was about to go inside to rest from her physical and mental exhaustion, a hoarse voice suddenly came from below—[Hey…my good wife…hey…I miss you so much…!] Yin Ling's head immediately felt numb and throbbing! [No…I don't want to…!] As she turned to open the gate—an invisible force dragged her away from behind. Her limbs were paralyzed, and she only knew that her body was suddenly suspended in mid-air.

She was carried backward and flew towards the room. The door creaked open, revealing a dark section inside. Another invisible force ripped her clothes off. Yin Ling closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and remained silent—her naked body, limbs outstretched, was instantly bound by the black mist emanating from the room and quickly pulled inside. [Bang] The door slammed shut! The quiet house was filled with that hoarse laughter again. [Heh…] A sinister laugh echoed through the house, and a few gusts of cold wind swept through, instantly blowing away the four newly pasted yellow strips on the corner of the wall…

Chapter 37: A Young Woman's Self-Narration.

I am a young woman. I love my husband, but I also enjoy having sex with people other than him. The most special part of my body is my two little mouths. The upper one looks no different from a normal person's, but believe it or not? I can take a whole half-foot-long penis into my mouth, and I can even use my tongue to hold it in for 20 minutes straight. Of course, that's only if it's the penis of someone I like. My lower one is my vagina. The flesh on the outside is very plump, and anyone who comes on top of me will feel soft and light. In short, no matter how long you fuck me, it won't hurt. The inside of my vagina is always warm and tight. Today I want to share my sexual experiences with you all. Actually, my first experience of being sexually assaulted outside of marriage was no different from prostitution. I used my body to get a job I deserved. For a while, I enjoyed it, and I gained many other things this way. However, to be honest, I did learn a lot of valuable experience and techniques from men other than my husband. Those who had sex with me were definitely happy, but even now, thinking back on it, I feel happy too. Now, I feel like I'm addicted. If no one inserts a big, hard cock into my pussy for a few days, my pussy overflows with juices even during the day, forcing me to change my underwear several times a day. If my mouth doesn't hold a big cock for a few days, if it doesn't get hundreds of hard thrusts, if I don't drink some semen, food tastes bland. However, now when I have sex with others, I don't need to exchange my body for anything. Finding someone to have sex with is simply my way of doing justice to my young, beautiful, and alluring body, and to the soft, warm, and sweet little cunt my parents gave me. Now, having sex with a stranger, watching him ride on top of me, his big, hard cock going in and out of my vagina, then in and out again… I no longer feel like I'm being fucked, violated, or played with, because I'm definitely happier than him! My name is Qingqing, and as for my surname, I won't say here, it doesn't matter anyway. If fate allows, you can become my special friend, or my bed partner, and you'll know everything. I work in education administration in a district of Shenyang. Initially, I studied to be a kindergarten teacher. When I was in school, I was very diligent. Back then, I thought that as long as my grades were good, I would have a good job after graduation. Now, looking back, that naive idea of mine 10 years ago is completely unworkable in society. I was so stupid back then. After graduation, many of my classmates, whose academic performance was significantly worse than mine, ended up in much better positions. Their "good" jobs were with top-ranked kindergartens in Shenyang. But I, a provincial-level outstanding student for three consecutive years at a teacher training school, was ultimately assigned by those idiotic bureaucrats of the municipal education commission to a suburban kindergarten, starting as a lowly, ordinary preschool teacher. I had a very strict upbringing, and even when I was dating, my understanding of sex was still somewhat limited.

My first boyfriend was someone my parents carefully selected and introduced me to. Later, he became my husband. He was a very honest man, and I didn't give him my virginity until our wedding night. Kindergarten teachers especially liked to talk about what couples do in bed, but if you weren't married, your married colleagues always considered you an outsider to the "married women's circle." This "outsider" meant they would deliberately avoid discussing sex with virgins like me. After marriage, I, who was already popular, quickly joined the ranks of "married women's circles" and became a key member. They started sharing their sexual experiences with me. Through these exchanges, I realized that I had wasted the past 20-plus years exploring the pleasures of female sexuality. With everyone's encouragement, I discovered that I was a very sexy woman. I'm not tall, but not short either; my skin is very fair; my breasts aren't large, but because I was always the most diligent student in dance class at school, they are very firm. The most interesting thing was that they told me that the vagina men like best is one with full external genital muscles and a tight vaginal opening, creating a sucking effect on a man's large penis. I was secretly surprised to hear this, because my own vagina was exactly like that. Usually, when my husband is having sex with me in bed, he often pinches my breasts or pats my buttocks after ejaculating, praising me by saying, "Good Qingqing, good wife, your vagina is like a little mouth, it seems to be constantly sucking my big cock, I can't help but spit out my semen." Later, I seriously recalled that after we got married, as long as his penis could still get hard, every time he inserted his penis into my vagina, I would suck him until he ejaculated, even when he was sick, he couldn't resist the charm of my vagina. The longer I spent with those married teachers, the more I learned. I realized that although my husband was a good person, in bed, he was too honest and too clumsy. He'd probably never even heard of the various sexual techniques other couples did in bed—like breast play, oral sex, and anal sex. When I started suggesting these things to him in bed, he was very reluctant and kept asking me where I'd learned these indecent things. Eventually, I lost all interest in trying those sexual techniques with him. My change of heart was purely accidental. In 1995, I'd been working at that small kindergarten for several years, doing every job better than others, but every year-end, I never received any awards for outstanding work. At first, I didn't understand. Later, some well-meaning married colleagues—my close friends in my small circle of married women—secretly told me that these days, if you didn't give gifts to the leaders or offer yourself to them, all your hard work would be for nothing. I was horrified. Giving gifts? I gave gifts every year! Did I have to sleep with those leaders? One of my best friends, Sister Hong, once whispered to me when no one was around, "Qingqing, I keep getting accidents every year. Logically, I should have been fired long ago, but I've been working here all this time and no one dares to punish me. Every year-end bonus is first prize, several thousand yuan more than you hard-working people. Even our kindergarten director is quite polite to me. Do you know why?"

Hearing her say this, I also found it strange. In the past, I just thought that because she could always fake tears and snot during her public apologies after each accident, the leaders were too soft-hearted to fire her. Now, thinking about it more carefully, it's really odd. So I started pressing Sister Hong for answers. Sister Hong's face turned red, and I even felt she was a little regretful, but I was so eager to know the answer that I put my arm around her shoulder and kept asking. Sister Hong sighed, "Qingqing, do you know the deputy director of our district education commission who's in charge of early childhood education?"

Of course I knew him; he was a very serious leader. "Yes, he's usually very serious, very meticulous when inspecting work, and very fair in his dealings." Sister Hong suddenly laughed, "Fair in his dealings, serious and meticulous? Qingqing, we're good friends. Let me tell you, when I had my first accident, the principal wanted to fire me. I knew that, but the final decision rested with him, so I went to the district education commission to find him. He told me, 'You're so young, it's a pity you're fired, but that's the rule. I can only think of other ways. I don't know if I can help you. I'm too busy right now, and discussing this at work wouldn't be good. Prepare your detailed appeal materials and come to my office on Sunday to talk.'" Hearing this, I sensed there was still hope. On Sunday, I prepared 1000 yuan, put it in an envelope, and rushed to his office. Unexpectedly, he returned the money to me, saying, "I don't need the money." "But I've always liked you, Xiao Hong," he said, then shoved me onto the desk and started unbuttoning my skirt. I tried desperately to push him away, but he whispered in my ear, "Xiao Hong, let me have some fun this time, and you'll be fine. From now on, with me here, you won't have to be afraid of your principal." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled off my long skirt, slipped his hand inside my underwear, and began rubbing my labia, one finger going directly into my vagina… I pushed him away with all my might, lifting my skirt from the floor and pulling it back up. He didn't pounce on me, but suddenly said fiercely, "You'll be fired." My hands went limp. I thought, no matter what, I can't be fired. Besides, I'm not a virgin. Let him have his way with me, even though I'm a hundred times unwilling. Just think of it as accidentally being raped by a pervert on my way home that night." "And then?"

I asked Sister Hong. "Then he pulled me into his arms, and I knew I had surrendered in my heart. Although I didn't agree verbally, my body stopped resisting. He was quite gentle that day, rubbing my waist and buttocks with his hands, gently sucking on my nose and earlobe, making me feel itchy. After a while, one of his hands touched my breast, and the other hand was unbuttoning my shirt. I made a muffled moan to try to stop him, but he suddenly kissed my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue forcefully, and I couldn't break free. I just felt my face burning. I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. His kissing technique was extremely skillful." I immediately sensed he was a seasoned womanizer. I began to passionately return his kisses, and then I felt my taut breasts suddenly relax. I quietly opened my eyes; he had pulled my shirt down to my waist, and my bra was unhooked, completely exposing my breasts. He gently caressed them with his hands. He rhythmically sucked on my nipples, and I finally couldn't help but moan. He must have felt the time was right; he patted my bottom, and I obediently left the desk. He easily pulled down my underwear, and I felt his hands caressing my vulva. He parted my wet labia majora with his fingertips, then began rubbing, teasing, and stroking my labia minora. He rubbed, then touched my tender clitoris. My moans grew louder. He laughed and said, "Little slut, tell me, do you want me to fuck you?" In my daze, I didn't know whether to nod or shake my head. Anyway, in the end, he put me on the cold, hard desk, put my legs on his shoulders, and raised my buttocks upwards. In that position, his penis plunged into my wet vagina... That day, he played with me in various ways for the entire morning, until my legs were so weak I couldn't lift them. He put his penis in my mouth and fucked me for who knows how long. At that time, I had only seen oral sex in porn. This was my first time being fucked, and I never imagined it would be in such a situation. I imitated the female protagonist in porn. I opened my mouth wide, swallowing his huge cock. He thrust into me, making me breathless, saliva dripping down his penis, leaving me covered in sticky fluid. Finally, when he was about to ejaculate, the speed of his thrusting in and out of my mouth suddenly increased. His large, hard cock was almost suffocating me. Just as I felt I was about to suffocate, his semen spurted out of my mouth, filling it completely. Satisfied, he pulled out his penis, leaving my mouth full of thick, hot semen. Some of it spilled out, and some I couldn't spit out, so I had to grimace and force myself to swallow it down.

Listening to Sister Hong's vivid recounting of this erotic story, I unconsciously squeezed my legs together. I felt my lower body starting to itch, and my underwear was already soaked with vaginal fluid. "And then?"

"And then, of course, it couldn't just end like that. Over the years, whenever he suddenly felt like having sex with me, he would make me go to his office, his home, his car—I've let him do it all. I've come to terms with it now. Whether he does it once or a hundred times, it's all the same. It doesn't matter anymore. After all, I've gained advantages in other ways. So, you're still so naive, thinking that giving gifts can solve everything. These days, giving gifts without offering yourself is a waste. If you offer yourself, not only do you not need to give gifts, but you

also get plenty of benefits. Besides, there are many people like me in the entire district education commission." Sister Hong returned to her usual playful demeanor, sharing her insights with me. She then casually mentioned several female teachers who had experienced similar situations. After listening, I suddenly realized why so many female teachers in the district worked half-heartedly during the week but received all sorts of benefits at the end of the year. It turned out that they relied on the leaders to sleep with them. That conversation with Sister Hong had a particularly profound impact on me. I truly never imagined that those seemingly respectable leaders of the district education commission could be so lewd and filthy. Back home, while showering, looking at my beautiful, shapely figure and touching my full, hairy genitals, I thought, those middle-aged women, just by being shameless, can get so many things that don't belong to them. Why can't I? Soon, the opportunity arrived. That year, the district education commission decided to select a kindergarten teacher from the grassroots level to work in the government office. Based on ability and performance, I was the top candidate. But I knew it was useless; no one would speak up for me, and the one selected would definitely be one of those willing to be the first to be slept with by the leaders. I called the deputy director who had slept with Sister Hong in the office and told him about my situation. He calmly told me on the phone that there were many candidates, and my chances were slim. At this moment, I deliberately lowered my voice, feigning a shy tone, and hesitantly told him that I wanted to talk to him in person at his office on Sunday. After a pause, I heard his voice become excited on the phone, and he said, "Okay, Sunday morning, see you then." Hanging up the phone, I found my heart pounding wildly. I sighed sadly to myself. Another Sunday, another day at the office—that old lecher, another chance to play with an innocent young woman. Sunday morning, I climbed out of bed naked, quietly lifting the covers. Gazing at my smooth, delicate body, the thought of soon handing it over to that old lecher filled me with shame, fear, remorse, and grievance. Unconsciously, tears streamed down my face. I pulled my still-sleeping husband up, buried my face in his arms, and cried, "Husband, husband, I want you, come quickly, I want you to fuck me, right now..." My

husband, who had just woken up, was still dazed by my actions, because we almost never make love in the morning. After a while, he finally came to his senses, and his penis, which I had been stroking with my hand, became hard. He pushed me down, and his penis slid in smoothly. I wiped away my tears, put on my most seductive smile, and kept moaning and praising his big cock inside me. He fucked me for an hour in various positions, making him ejaculate twice. Finally, exhausted, he pulled his penis out of my vagina and fell asleep again. Looking at my sleeping husband, I repeatedly stroked my vagina, which he had just penetrated. I put my fingers, covered in his semen, into my mouth, savoring the sincere love he had given me. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Of course, my husband didn't know that in a little while, that old lecher's penis would be inserted into my vagina. Thankfully, this morning, when my body was at its most beautiful, it was my husband who had done it to me, and my first time was also with him. Thinking about this made me feel a little better. Sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at my handsome and charming face in the mirror, I carefully applied my makeup. Before leaving home, I specially prepared a delicious breakfast for my husband and gently kissed his face for a long time. I arrived at his office on time. Since it was Sunday, the office building was empty. Walking in the quiet corridor, I wanted to turn around and leave several times, but I told myself: I can't leave, I can't leave, I have to let him do it to me. I have no choice; that position should have been mine. When I entered his office, he was indeed waiting for me. I explained my situation to him in detail. This old rogue listened very attentively, taking notes as he went. At that moment, I even suspected that Sister Hong was making up a story to wrong this honest and kind leader. Finally, after a long string of high-sounding difficulties, I heard the words I both longed to hear and dreaded most: "Qingqing, this is very difficult. But Qingqing is so lovely, I must help you. Right now, many young and beautiful female teachers want this position. Qingqing, if I get it done for you, how will you thank me?"

For some reason, I felt incredibly calm at that moment. I gave him a charming smile: "As long as I can get away from that awful kindergarten, I'll thank you however you want." He was taken aback, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. After a pause, he came over, pulled me into his arms, and pressed his lips to my face. I stopped him: "Don't rush, I'll let you do whatever you want today, but if you renege on your promise and try to be a scoundrel, I'll definitely not let you off the hook, you old lecher." He grinned widely and said, "Hehe, don't worry, I'm a scoundrel, but I'm a scoundrel of my word. Besides, a beauty like you, Qingqing, I don't want to just have my way with you once and then let you go..."

I sighed deeply, thinking, since I've already decided to make this deal with him, now, as long as I don't lose out, let's start. No need for hesitation. I steeled myself and buried my head in his chest. He knew I had tacitly agreed, so he gently kissed my eyes, then carried me to a sofa bed in the corner of the office and laid me down. He chuckled lewdly in my ear, "Little slut, shall I help you undress, or will you take yours off yourself?"

I neither answered nor refused. He understood and moved to the foot of the bed, beginning to unbutton my clothes. I closed my eyes in shame, my heart pounding. I could clearly feel him skillfully unbuttoning my clothes, and soon my top was off. He pulled down my zipper. I obediently cooperated, lifting my buttocks, and he groped my buttocks as he deftly pulled down my pants. Then he said, "Little slut, unhook your bra yourself!"

I hesitated for a moment, then frantically found the bra clasp on my chest and unhooked it. My firm, full breasts sprang out, falling directly into his hands. He caressed and kneaded my firm, elastic breasts, then began to kiss my nipples alternately. My upper body trembled involuntarily with each of his suckles. After kissing for a while, he stood up and began to give me orders: "Take off your panties, slowly!"

I trembled as I pulled my panties down from my lower body. At this moment, my genitals were completely exposed to his gaze. I was so ashamed that I wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes again and said, "You...you shouldn't look, I'm really shy." "Shy about what? You little slut, will you keep your eyes closed like this when I fuck you later?"

I heard him taking off his clothes, and then his order came again: "Little slut, open your eyes and look at your husband's big cock!"

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