Peeping is not a crime

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My stomach was rumbling incessantly. I looked up at the bustling traffic outside the glass curtain wall of the office building; night
had already fallen. I rubbed my tired shoulders, took a deep breath, and finally finished all the documents I needed for tomorrow
. Procrastination really kills; I could have finished them three days ago.
It's all Chen Jing's fault; she's always gossiping with me on QQ. Oh well, what can I do? I'm a woman too.
I tidied up the messy desk and shut down the computer. My WeChat was full of unread messages from my husband. Oh no, how
could I forget to tell him? I'm definitely going to get scolded again.
From the lobby office to the door, I had to walk through a long, dark corridor—the management's private offices.
Only the soft sound of my high heels on the carpet, "tap...tap..." echoed.
In my daze, I heard a woman's moan. Good heavens, don't scare me. Although I don't believe in gods or Buddhas, I'm at least
a highly educated person in modern society, but thinking about the horror movie I watched the night before last still gave me goosebumps
.
I quickened my pace, and the woman's moans gradually became clearer and more rapid
. How could I, a married man, not know what those sounds were?
The world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be, messing around in the office so late at night. But curiosity overcame
my reason, and I gradually slowed my pace, slowly moving towards that lewd office.
The door wasn't closed tightly, just a small crack, and the white light of an energy-saving bulb shone through. It was
a scene I'll never forget: a pair of naked bodies entwined in a world of lust, lewd moans
and the man's heavy breathing constantly penetrating my ears. "Mmm...mmm...so big, it's going in...so
deep..." The woman with wavy hair leaned on the desk, her pert buttocks raised to meet the deep
thrusts of the man.
The woman's voice was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Since they were facing away from me , I could only see the man's powerful glutes and strong thighs 　　thrusting relentlessly
towards the woman's back like a pile driver . 　　"So good...fuck me to death..." the woman screamed hoarsely, tossing her long hair. "Faster... 　　fuck me to death...fuck me to death...your big cock is so deep..." 　　How shameless! Although I was thinking this, I felt a warm current rising from my abdomen 　　, spreading to my genitals. My body started to heat up too. 　　The man also started yelling, "Fuck you, you slut who needs to be fucked...you little bitch!" His voice was 　　very familiar; it was Sales Director Mu Kai. It was typical of him. I'd heard he was a womanizer, changing women 　　as frequently as changing socks, but he never dated anyone close to him. 　　"Fuck me, fuck me now... I'm a slut who needs to be fucked... I'm your whore... Fuck my cunt!" 　　Their conversation became increasingly obscene, filled with profanities. Seeing this live show for the first time, I blushed to the 　　roots of my neck. My husband and I always had a very proper sex life, never this wanton. Having only my husband as a man, 　　I never imagined that other people could be so wild during sex. Tsk tsk, I never expected that 　　Mu Kai, who usually looked so thin, would have so many muscles. He pulled over a chair, pulled the woman into his arms, and 　　grasped her full breasts with his large hands. His penis, which had been inserted into the woman's vagina, was briefly withdrawn, fully 　　revealed—a thick, black shaft topped with a large red mushroom, covered in the woman's vaginal fluid. A 　　large testicle hung from the shaft. 　　So big, much bigger than my husband's. I covered my mouth, holding my breath as I watched the two depraved lovers make love. 　　Fearing exposure, Mu Kai thrust his large, thick penis into the woman's wet, fleshy hole again. The woman, sitting in Mu Kai's lap 　　, continued to move her delicate body to meet the thrusts from behind. 　　Her long hair swung up, and a near-perfect face came into view! 　　It was her, it was actually her! My best friend at work, the usually quiet and innocent Chen Jing. She has 　　a husband, how could she be involved with a scoundrel like Mu Kai! She and her husband 　　are so loving, famously a perfect couple in our circle. I never imagined she'd be like a lustful, wanton woman 　　. 　　Chen Jing's high breasts were kneaded and shaped in Mu Kai's large hands, her sensitive nipples pinched and 　　pulled. Her expression was so one of enjoyment and pleasure. 　　"Oh...oh oh...so good..." Chen Jing's moans came again, "You're so much better than my husband 　　, you're killing me...mmm...mmm..." 　　Good heavens, she was even comparing her husband to the man in front of her. 　　"So, is it more fun when I fuck you or when your husband fucks you?" Mu Kai grabbed her breasts, smiling wickedly, but quickened 　　the rhythm of his thrusts. 　　"Of course it's you...you're killing me. You bad man, you fuck me and then ask me..." 　　The passionate couple in front of me made me feel hot all over, my breasts were so swollen, and I felt waves of heat gushing out of my vagina 　　. I actually had a reaction. As if possessed, I reached out and touched my breasts through my thin shirt 　　, umm...my lower body was so itchy. I squeezed my legs together, and with my movements, the pantyhose rubbed against 　　my underwear, itchy and numb... 　　The couple in the room seemed to be approaching the crucial moment, shouting, about to reach the peak of pleasure. My 　　hands quickened their pace, kneading my breasts, the pleasure growing stronger! 　　Bang... The people inside stopped, and I stood there, frozen. Damn it 　　, I kicked the door! Chen Jing seemed to see me peeping outside... our eyes met, or maybe she didn't 　　. Feeling guilty, I fled. 　　I don't even know how I got home; the lewd scene kept replaying in my mind. My face 　　was burning; if there had been a mirror, I'm sure it would have been bright red. 　　My underwear was soaked with wet, sticky fluid, uncomfortable against my vulva. 　　Back home, without even saying goodbye to my husband, I rushed to the bathroom, pulled off my clothes, my underwear sticky 　　and embarrassing. Worried my husband would notice, I quickly threw all my clothes into the washing machine. Scalding hot water 　　poured over me, sliding over my nipples, down my abdomen, over my legs, and onto the floor. As I applied bath gel...

While showering, I held my breasts, but my mind was filled with images of Mu Kai's large hands. My nipples itched and grew harder.
How could this be? I shook my head, trying to shake the image out of my mind. I'm a proper woman, after all
. I hastily rinsed off the soap and wrapped myself in my pajamas. My husband had prepared dinner and was waiting for me.
I seemed to be hiding something, avoiding his gaze. He asked with concern if I wasn't feeling
well. I made up an excuse about being tired from work, and thankfully, he didn't press the matter.
Lying on the soft, comfortable bed, I couldn't fall asleep, still thinking about that exciting scene in the office. My body felt
a little hot, so I turned over and hugged my husband's waist. He noticed, leaned in, and kissed my forehead
.
Like a child asking for candy, I looked up and touched his lips. He responded to my
movement, pulling me into his arms, his hands already unbuttoning my robe and climbing up my soft, white breasts. My husband
's grip was very strong, squeezing me until it hurt a little. I let out soft moans, "Mmm...mmm..." My husband thought
I was just aroused, but he didn't know I was actually in pain. Feeling his passionate response, my body grew
hotter and hotter. I twisted and turned in his arms, teasing his penis with my hand.
His penis gradually hardened in my hand, but it still didn't seem as big as Mu Kai's. I unconsciously
compared it to Mu Kai's. The glans and shaft seemed a size smaller, the testicles hanging loosely like a
small meatball.
My husband rolled over and pressed me onto the bed, roughly spreading my legs, bringing his hard penis to my vaginal
opening, and thrusting it in without any mercy. Normally, I wouldn't be fully wet at this point,
and there would be a period of pain before I fully adjusted. After a night of preparation, my vagina was already very wet, and he
entered smoothly.
His erect penis filled the emptiness inside me, my thirsty vaginal muscles holding his penis. I couldn't help but
moan softly, clinging to his back, yearning for deeper penetration. My husband's penis pounded inside me
, like a small engine, the glans scraping against my flesh, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
My soft moans and my husband's heavy breathing filled the room, accompanied by the creaking of the mattress. Our
sex life had always been like this; now, I so wanted to shout out loud like Chen Jing, to let loose all
my desires. But I held back. I'm a respectable woman; I can't let my husband think I'm a slut
. I gripped his buttocks tightly, enduring his thrusts… Gradually, the pleasure intensified; just
a little faster… just a little faster… I was almost there.
Then, my husband groaned, thrusting deeply into me, stopping. A warm current flowed from my genitals
—he had ejaculated.
He climbed off me, quickly handing me tissues. A hint of guilt lingered.
"It's okay, it's a safe period today."
I knew what he meant; we weren't ready to have a baby yet, so we always used condoms. Today was an
exception. I took a shower and quickly cleaned up the semen inside, but I still felt like there were bugs crawling inside. Standing in
front of the glass sink, looking at my naked body and exposed breasts, I kept telling myself, forcing
myself not to think about those indecent things. That was immoral; I couldn't betray my husband, not even mentally
.
When I woke up the next day, I noticed dark circles under my eyes. Ugh, I didn't sleep well. Life went on as usual. I put on
some simple makeup to cover it up.
Maybe they didn't even see me outside yesterday. As long as I didn't admit it, who would know?
Thinking this, I raised my head, which had been lowered as I walked quickly.
"Ouch..." I wasn't paying attention and bumped into someone. I was thrown to the ground like I'd hit a wall
.
"Hey girl, what are you thinking about? You can't even concentrate on walking." It was Mu Kai's voice. I looked up
and saw that it was indeed Mu Kai in front of me. He still had that wicked smile, but in my eyes, he looked lewd. My
face flushed red instantly. I quickly lowered my head, unable to face him. The atmosphere was very awkward. After about a minute,
"Hey, are you trying to stage an accident, or do I need to hire eight people to carry you out of the sedan chair?" It was still his voice
. I saw him gentlemanly extending his hand to me. So he hadn't left yet; he wanted to help me up. I couldn't stay sitting on
the ground any longer; I was so embarrassed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the ground. His hand was big, strong, and fleshy. The warmth of his palm reminded
me of those hands that had grabbed my best friend's breasts yesterday. I quickly
pulled my hand away from his clutches. With my head down and face flushed, I whispered a thank you and fled the scene, returning to my workstation.
After a series of little incidents, my life returned to normal, but I still couldn't face Mu
Kai. Luckily, I'm in the planning department, so I don't have much interaction with him, and he probably won't notice me. Chen
Jing and I are still the same as before, best friends. I didn't gossip about these things and asked her about them; she and
her husband are still very much in love. I just noticed that she's becoming increasingly radiant, and there's even
more and more sexy lingerie in her wardrobe. She just smiles and says her husband likes it… Although I haven't caught her and Mu Kai
having an affair again, I think it must be directly related to Mu Kai.
Several months have passed in a flash, and life remains uneventful. My husband and I's sex life is still the same—
a few times a month, each time starting with high hopes and ending in disappointment. I'm a rather traditional woman, and I'm
embarrassed to talk about these things, even more embarrassed to ask for help, so I can only endure it alone.
That little slut Chen Jing is becoming more and more open, and her dressing is becoming more and more alluring. Whenever she goes shopping, she always
spends half a day in those sexy lingerie stores,
choosing bras that are practically see-through and thongs that are just a tiny piece of fabric. We used to blush with embarrassment at the sight of these things, but now she's completely unfazed. She
even whispers to me, "If you choose good underwear, your husband will be looking for something when he gets home." I feel
a bit awkward and roll my eyes at her.
When I shower, I also examine my naked body in the bathroom. Even though I'm married, it doesn't mean I'm old
. Fair skin, a flat stomach, slender legs, and a full, proudly erect chest.
The word "sagging" was still far removed from my life; my nipples were bright red. Occasionally, I'd rub them, feeling
a ticklish, tingling sensation. Looking at my naked, flushed face in the mirror, I suddenly felt
lost.
Thinking about Chen Jing's changes, and then looking at my flesh-colored lingerie in my closet, I felt truly outdated
. So, with a mix of trepidation and excitement, I secretly bought several incredibly alluring lingerie pieces online. Looking
at the almost naked models in the ads, and imagining myself wearing them, would my husband go
crazy for me? Or would he see me as a slut?
Next month was his birthday; if I wore these and presented myself to him, he certainly wouldn't blame me,
right? Then we could happily make love.
Just as I was secretly preparing for my husband's upcoming birthday, the company arranged a business trip for me
, and my partner was none other than the sales director, Mu Kai.
Why? Why him? It's like he's the one who brought up the most awkward topic.
"Mr. Yang, why am I the one going?" I
asked nervously, sneaking into the office of the big boss, Old Yang.
"Lou Ling'er, a major client in the south wants us to do a roadshow. If it's successful, we
can achieve our sales target for this year ahead of schedule," Old Yang said with a smile.
"Most importantly, the client is very satisfied with your plan. If you don't go, it'll
be difficult to revise the plan if something goes wrong."
"Besides, Director Mu is very experienced; you can learn a lot from him." Old Yang paused,
"And Director Mu is handsome and considerate. You should be grateful."
Old Yang's ambiguous smile always made me uncomfortable. Since things had come to this, I had no choice but to comply.
Mu Kai didn't say anything, just reminded me of the departure time and to prepare the necessary materials.
Calculating the schedule, if everything went smoothly, I could still make it to celebrate my husband's birthday. After explaining to my husband
and reminding him not to philander, I packed my bags and prepared to leave. On a whim, I
stuffed the sexy lingerie I'd secretly bought into my suitcase.
And so, our group headed to Hong Kong Island, bidding farewell to the dry heat of the north and welcoming the humid heat of the south.
The other party was very polite and thoughtful, arranging for us to stay in a luxurious hotel with an outdoor swimming pool, bar, and fitness
facilities. We enjoyed a day of leisure, as if on vacation. However,
ideals are always grand, but reality is often harsh. After a comfortable day, the difficult
work began. The other party had initially been courteous but later became aggressive, having thoroughly prepared for the negotiations. They made many unreasonable demands and
created various difficulties, keeping our entire team exhausted.
At this time, Mu Kai fully demonstrated his leadership role, leading our team to work overtime, solving
various problems, and upholding the company's bottom line. As for me, I was even worse off, constantly revising
, revising, and revising the proposal. After countless days and nights, the other party finally nodded. Only the final contract details remained
to be finalized, and then, just like in the movies, we'd wait for the big bosses to appear, smile and shake hands under the spotlight
, sign the contract, and exchange it. It's true what they say, the boss just opens his mouth, and we run our legs off!
A rare day of respite followed by discussions of the details; the major disagreements had been largely resolved.
The weather was beautiful, the sun was warm, the temperature was not high, and a gentle sea breeze caressed our faces. Hong Kong is a shopping paradise,
and my colleagues had gone early in the morning, waving their RMB and heading to the major shopping malls for a shopping spree. I
've never been interested in luxury goods, and since it was a rare day off, I thought I might as well steal a half-day of leisure. Feeling the sea
breeze blowing from this capitalist society, quietly nestled in a comfortable wicker chair for a nap seemed quite nice.
"Beautiful lady, do you mind if I sit here?"
I woke with a start, removing the wide-brimmed hat from my face. Mu Kai stood smiling in front of the recliner beside me
.
"Why didn't you go with them?" I thought they went shopping together.
"You did too." He always had a wicked smile on his face, a mischievous feeling. "You've
worked so hard for so many days, going out would only make you more tired. You might as well rest at the hotel." He paused, glanced
at me, and said, "It's okay, I'm not lonely, at least I have someone to keep me company..."
His tone was already teasing. I blushed. It was the first time
a man had been so direct with me, not even my husband had ever said that to me.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you're so annoying..." I muttered, rolling my eyes at him.
He didn't continue, but lay down next to me. His muscular body was wrapped in a tight t-shirt, and his casual shorts revealed
two hairy thighs. He was sunny and had a masculine scent.
As if by magic, he grabbed a wine glass from the side and handed it to me. "Here, have a drink."
It was amber-colored champagne. I reached out and took it.
"Thank you for your hard work these past few days!" he said, lightly clinking his glass against mine with a very gentlemanly
"Cheers!"
I lowered my head and took a sip, the rich, fragrant flavor flowing through my body. We then
lay side by side, basking in the South Pacific sun and sea breeze, chatting about work and life. He was a very talkative
person, witty and humorous, making me laugh repeatedly and opening up the conversation. I rarely
talk so much with a man other than my husband. We almost finished a whole bottle of champagne, and as it approached noon, I felt warmer and
warmer, whether from the alcohol or the sunshine, I didn't know.
Mu Kai suggested going swimming in the hotel pool. I was extremely reluctant at first; as a northerner, I
'm a complete landlubber, and I'd only know how to splash around aimlessly in the water. Besides, this was for work, who would bring
a swimsuit? But he magically handed me a bag, which contained a swimsuit.
Under the influence of alcohol, I couldn't refuse anymore. "At worst, I'll stay on the shore and not go in the water
." So I agreed, picked up the pajamas he had prepared, and went to the women's changing room to change into my swimsuit.
When I opened it, my cheeks, already flushed from the alcohol, burned even hotter. This wasn't a swimsuit at all; it was just a few thin pieces
of fabric, barely covering my private parts. It was more like a bikini than a bikini! Before, when my husband and I went to the beach...
Everything was so covered up, almost like sports vests, even the swim trunks had to be worn with a short skirt underneath.
How was I supposed to wear that? I took off my chiffon dress and my conservative underwear. With trembling hands,
I changed into a sexy bikini. I stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing myself. So embarrassing. Looking at myself in the mirror
, black-rimmed glasses, long black hair piled high, exposed white skin, my top only covering my nipples
, a thin fabric covering my areolas. Most of my breasts were exposed to the air, and my lower body
was covered by only a small piece of fabric, held together by a few thin strings. If I moved even slightly, I might accidentally expose myself.
This was too revealing. I didn't even dare to look at myself. Luckily, there was no one in the changing room, otherwise I would have wanted to
disappear into the ground. Maybe I should just give up and not go. But I had promised someone else, so was that not
a good idea? I was struggling with this dilemma. My mind was in turmoil, like a battle between heaven and man.
Then it dawned on me: I could wrap myself in a towel, and then no one would see. I finally found a solution that satisfied both. I
wrapped the towel tightly around my chest, double-checking it. Slowly, I moved out of the changing room and onto the poolside
.
Thankfully, no one else was there. Mu Kai was already there, swimming like a nimble fish
. He seemed to have eyes, emerging from the water. Sunlight shone on his muscular body, water
droplets pattering down his hair… I kept my head down, not daring to look at him. But when he reached me, the first thing
I saw was his lower body… Tight swim trunks clung to his body, a
large bulge in the front, exuding a powerful masculine aura.
I felt increasingly embarrassed and dared not look up.
“Are you here to swim or to rest after childbirth? Why are you wrapped up so tightly?” he chuckled.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say, just kept my head down, speechless.
"What are you talking about? It's such a nice time of year, a swim would be so relaxing. Besides, it's especially good for women,
it can even help you lose weight and tone your body."
"It's all your fault... this... this... the swimsuit is too revealing."
"Haha, what's there to be afraid of? It's not like you're completely exposed."
I looked up and glared at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Look at those beauty pageants, they all dress like that."
"That's for other people, I'm already married." "
So what if you're married? You're a 21st-century educated woman, how can you be so traditional? Women
should try new things while they're young, otherwise when you're old, no one will look at you even if you want to..."
he said jokingly, "Tsk tsk... I didn't expect our big planner to be such a traditionalist
."
I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. I clutched the towel tightly to my hands, unsure where to
put it. Two little voices were arguing in my head. One said, "You're a married woman! How can you wear such indecent
clothes, especially with another man? Ugh… how shameless!" The other said, "You're a
highly educated woman, not some Ming or Qing dynasty woman. It's the 21st century! Take advantage of your youth and
try new things. It's not like you're cheating, what are you afraid of? Besides, it won't hurt him to look."
I could only watch enviously. These two little voices were fighting each other, making my mind a complete mess. While I was lost
in thought, Mu Kai walked over and ripped off my towel. Now I had nothing to cover myself with;
large areas of skin were exposed.
I quickly covered my chest. Trembling, I cried out, "Give it to me… you're so bad!" But it sounded
like a lover's coquettish plea, and my face burned even hotter.
Mu Kai waved the towel in his hand and whistled at me. "I didn't expect you to have such a good figure. I'm just
helping you overcome your inner demons. Women are a gift from heaven, so why not embrace nature like this?" He then opened his arms
and took a deep breath.
"Then I should thank you, huh!" I said angrily, my firm breasts almost spilling
out, trembling with my breath. Mu Kai's gaze was somewhat hot as he stared at me, a wicked smile still playing on his lips.
"Hehe...isn't this better? Liberate yourself, be free, don't let those old feudal ideas
imprison you anymore."
"Where are you looking? Give it back..."
"If you want it...come and get it." He continued waving the towel. I was so anxious I didn't know whether to move
or not.
In a moment of desperation, I lunged at him, trying to grab the towel, but
he turned and dodged it.
He was already standing by the pool, and this dodge turned into me rushing towards the water, the edge of which was quite slippery
. My footing tightened, and I nearly fell in like a dog pouncing on its prey. Just as I was about to fall in,
he reached out his strong arm and quickly pulled me back—or rather, pulled me in. He
wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his embrace. His bulging pectoral muscles made intimate contact with my breasts, and the
bulge in his lower body pressed against my crotch; I could even clearly feel it throbbing. I'm a married woman
, how could I not know that meant he was getting an erection?
The scene instantly became very awkward. I positioned myself like a little bird nestled against him, head bowed, while his
large hand remained around my waist, his warm breath tickling my ear
. I felt a little hot; I, a married woman, was being held so intimately by another man
—it was incredibly embarrassing.
This lasted for about a minute, but it felt like centuries. Finally, I pushed
him away and ran off. He seemed a little embarrassed too, quickly letting go of me…
The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but thankfully he was a funny person. Seeing I was alright, he deliberately tried to make conversation
, making me laugh, and the atmosphere gradually eased. I slowly let go, no longer clinging to the towel. Anyway, he
'd already seen it, so what did a little more matter? What could he do?
But his eyes kept glancing at me. Hmph, let him see but not be able to have me. I felt a slight
sense of vengeful pleasure, but mostly I felt that at least I was still attractive…
Mu Kai invited me to the pool and volunteered to teach me to swim. I felt bad refusing; being in the water
was fine, at least I wouldn't be as exposed as I am on land.
So he became my personal swimming instructor. He patiently explained every step in the water, how
to stroke, how to breathe. He was clearly very professional. Unfortunately, I'm a terrible swimmer
; I really have no talent for sports. I choked on water several times, feeling incredibly frustrated.
To help me get used to the water faster, he changed his approach, supporting my body with his hands and guiding me
through the water in swimming motions. I felt a pair of large,
warm hands on my lower abdomen, moving with my movements. It didn't feel like he was supporting me; it felt more like caressing. Sometimes, when I moved
a little too much, his hands would misplace, pressing directly on my breasts. I was so embarrassed; another man had
touched my breasts! I was already clumsy, so I couldn't concentrate on studying at all. I was
paddling like a dog, and his hands became even more restless, roaming all over my body. I didn't know if he was doing it on purpose. Through the clear
pool water, I could see the bulge in his swim trunks slowly growing bigger.
But it didn't last long, and I didn't let him continue. I was already able to try swimming
on my own for a while. I didn't need him to protect me anymore. He looked a little disappointed, but I was even more smug
...
And so, we spent a pleasant afternoon, climbing ashore before sunset. We
relaxed on deck chairs, watching the sunset, feeling very comfortable.
"I really envy your husband," he said, staring at me with a smile.
"Envy what?" I asked, drying myself with a towel, trying to hide his lecherous gaze.
"Of course, I envy him for having a traditional and beautiful wife, and such a great figure. He doesn't have to worry about
being cheated on..." He said, staring at my breasts, which trembled with the drying motion.
His gaze was intense, making me a little uncomfortable, and my face flushed again. It was the first time another man
had spoken to me so bluntly.
"Hmph, good that you know. I'm a married woman," I subtly reminded him, warning him not to cross the line.
Unlike other women, I suddenly thought of Chen Jing. I wondered how they started
…
There was silence. He seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the sunset, seemingly pondering something. After a
while, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon, we went back to our rooms to shower and change. While I
was still drying my hair, he called again, inviting me to eat.
After a long afternoon, I was indeed tired and hungry. I dressed, quickly groomed myself, and went to
the rooftop restaurant. He was already waiting for me there. Seeing me, he gentlemanly stood up, pulled out a chair for me, and invited me
to sit down.
My husband and I usually go to popular restaurants when we eat out; we basically go wherever there are lots of people
. Some hot pot restaurants, casual eateries, etc. This is truly
the first time I've been to a place as warm and romantic as this.
The warm lighting, the heart-shaped candles on the tables, and the beautiful
night view of Victoria Harbour outside the windows. Couples in small groups were either smiling or whispering. This ambiguous atmosphere made
me a little flustered, my face flushed.
Luckily, because I had just showered, my hair wasn't completely dry, so I hadn't put it up. My cascading black hair fell to
one side, and I pretended to turn my head to admire the fading night view of Victoria Harbour, which conveniently concealed my embarrassment. However,
the slightly low-cut white chiffon top I had chosen for the evening also exposed part of my shoulders. And Mukai
could see my reflection in the windowpane. I quickly straightened my clothes and let my hair fall loosely on either side of my neck.
"Why did you choose a place like this?" I asked softly.
"Isn't this place nice? The view is great." He was still staring at me with a mischievous grin, I couldn't tell if he was referring to
the sea view outside or to me.
"But this is obviously a couples' restaurant..." I still couldn't shake the feeling of unease, "Then
just pretend we're a couple."
"I'm married!"
"Who would know if you didn't say so?"
He beckoned to a waiter to arrange the evening's menu. He also brought over a bottle of red wine, poured some for me
, and handed it to me.
"Lafite, although it's not the '82 vintage. It'll have to do."
He was really generous; salesmen are always so bourgeois. If I bought a bottle like this, my husband would be heartbroken
, I thought.
Even if I haven't seen pork, I've seen pigs walk, right? I imitated him, tossing the wine glass around, gently swirling the crimson
liquid inside. A fragrant aroma wafted into my nostrils from the swirling glass. Mu Kai was also staring
at the swirling wine glass in front of me, turning it as he looked, but his gaze didn't seem to be on the glass itself.
I took a small sip of wine, the silky texture filling my mouth with a fragrant sensation.
The waiter then brought over our plates. We didn't speak, neither of us wanting to break the silence, as if we
were savoring the moment alone.
I felt a little warm, unsure if it was the aftereffects of the wine or the intimate atmosphere. My heart raced slightly
, and my vision blurred. Looking at the man before me, I had a fleeting illusion that he was my husband. But alas,
he wasn't. I shook my head, banishing the thought. The meal
ended in this tranquil setting.
We stood on the seaside promenade, a gentle sea breeze blowing, gazing at the twinkling stars and the glittering lights of the coastline
. Each lost in our own thoughts. My mind was in turmoil. I didn't know what to do. I seemed to have
a hidden expectation for this slightly wicked man beside me, yet I felt guilty towards my husband. I wondered how he was doing alone at home.
I was a married woman, and I couldn't—I couldn't do what I normally considered shameful.
By this time, my colleagues had all returned. Luckily, they didn't seem to notice anything amiss; they were just
excitedly chattering around us, boasting about their day's achievements. I could only listen. Perhaps this was an opportunity for
me to slip away…
Just as I was about to make an excuse to leave, someone suggested going to a bar. I tried
to decline, saying I had to work the next day, but they wouldn't let me off the hook. So they
dragged me to a nearby nightclub.
The deafening noise and the bustling crowd overwhelmed me. We got a large booth, mostly
filled with young people, indulging their passion. I was about their age, but our lifestyles were completely different
. There were cases of beer on the table, and I was dragged along to play games I'd never played before
. I was also forced to drink two or three bottles of beer, feeling dizzy and about to get drunk.
I looked up and saw Mu Kai drinking with some male colleagues at the other end of the table. He seemed to have a high tolerance for alcohol,
showing no signs of discomfort. He put down his empty bottle and noticed
me, looking slightly drunk and pleading for help. As the only leader here, he suggested everyone go to the dance floor and have some fun. The crowd, mostly drunk,
scattered and swayed to the music as they entered the dance floor, a chaotic scene of frenzied dancing.
Only he and I remained in the booth.
"Let's go have some fun!"
"I don't know how, I've never been before," I said, shaking my slightly heavy head.
"If you don't come, it'll just be the two of us here, and they'll gossip. I don't care. But you
're already married, you know."
Okay, his method worked. I staggered to my feet, using the table for support, and seemed to have difficulty taking a step.
He came over, took my arm, and led me into the crowded dance floor. I didn't struggle; I
just let his large hand hold mine. The warmth of his palm spread through my body, feeling comforting and pleasant.
Perhaps numbed by the alcohol, I didn't pull my hand away, letting him hold it like that.
He pulled me to the center of the dance floor, whispered in my ear, "Let go... just move with the music
. Don't worry about the steps." The loud music soon drowned out his voice. He was right
beside me, swaying and twisting to the music. I followed his rhythm, slowly becoming more active. A
feeling of liberation, freedom, and indulgence washed over me, as if I were back in my adolescence. I moved my body wildly, and my body
began to heat up; with the intense music, my blood started to boil.
His hands, without my noticing, were now on my waist, his powerful chest muscles sometimes bumping against my firm breasts
. The effects of the alcohol began to wear off, sweat poured down my body, and I felt like a small
universe was exploding inside me, I couldn't stop, letting his large hands roam over my body, tossing my long hair,
completely lost in the moment.
He moved behind me, hugging me from behind. His hands gently caressed my lower abdomen, and his erect penis
rubbed against my pert buttocks through the thin fabric. It was so stimulating; my lower body felt itchy, and a warm
current surged from my lower abdomen. If I were still conscious, I would know that the lustful fluid flowing from my vagina had already soaked my panties
. Shamelessly, I responded to his penis, rubbing my buttocks against his slowly rising mound.
His hands would sometimes hold my waist, sometimes caress my smooth lower abdomen.
I longed for his large hands to go further. I writhed with my arms outstretched, anticipating his further
penetration, as if he understood my thoughts. His large hands moved upwards with my rhythm, climbing towards my full breasts
, rubbing against my breasts through my clothes. I felt my entire breasts tingling and tingling. At this moment
, I was completely immersed in this endless passion. I thrust my breasts closer to his palms,
wrapped my arms around his head from behind, and stroked his hair. I could clearly hear his breathing in my ear.
His palms completely covered my breasts, gently lifting them and kneading them tenderly
. It felt so good; my thirsty breasts were being caressed in his hands, so itchy, I wanted more.
I moaned through my nose, even though the music was loud and the crowd was bustling. I thought he could hear me.
He kneaded my breasts harder and harder, and today I was wearing a transparent bra without padding or underwire
, very thin, plus a chiffon top over it, leaving my breasts almost defenseless in his hands,
most of the flesh squeezed out by the low neckline, exposed to the air. His fingers easily found
my nipples, and he pinched my erect nipples through my clothes, a tingling sensation, so stimulating. I
felt a gush of liquid spurt from my lower body; my vagina was already soaked and wet.
He held my delicate body, his hands kneading my full breasts, while behind me, his huge, erect penis pressed against
my buttocks through his pants. He was making shameful thrusting movements, pounding into my body. He was thrusting harder and harder
… At this moment, I was truly a wanton woman, I thought. I had completely lost control of my body
; I was being swallowed by the sea of lust like a small boat…
Just then, his hands suddenly removed from my breasts, leaving a feeling of emptiness. But then
, a large hand slipped under my skirt, caressing my smooth inner thigh. It was so
itchy, like a million ants crawling on me. I couldn't make any move to refuse. His large hand slid down my thigh
to under my skirt, pressing against my vulva through my already soaked lace panties. His thick
fingers kneaded my clitoris… It was so uncomfortable; my vagina was leaking more and more fluid, even flowing down my thighs
, surely wetting his fingers…
He held me tightly from behind, pressing his body against mine, breathing hot air into my ear, “Darling,
you’re wet…” He pulled his hand out from under my skirt, revealing a wet finger
covered in my fluids.
At that moment, I suddenly regained my senses, a huge wave of guilt washing over me. My husband’s face flashed
clearly in my mind. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t betray my husband. I turned around, pushed him away,
stumbled to the booth, grabbed my handbag, and fled back to my hotel room.
What was wrong with me? Was I a slutty woman? I had actually done this with another man,
been touched all over by him, and my body was even leaking lewd fluids. I hate myself, I hate myself.
My own weakness—I actually acted unfaithfully because of another man.
I rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the gushing hot water washed over my filthy body. I felt
so dirty, so wretched. Besides my husband, I had been touched
and caressed by another man. I was an impure woman. Thinking of my husband far away,
how I longed for him to be by my side. Tears streamed down my body under the showerhead… My
mind was in turmoil; I didn't know how to face this. Images of my husband and Mu Kai filled my
brain, giving me a splitting headache. I grabbed the phone and called my still-sleeping boss, asking for leave and booking a flight.
Before dawn, I hurriedly checked out of the hotel and caught the early morning flight, embarking on my journey home.
I couldn't face the people at the company, and even less could I face my husband alone at home. After landing, I returned to
my rural hometown, the place where I grew up. The countryside had changed dramatically. Many had long since moved away, and I
didn't want to bother anyone. I sat quietly by the canal, watching the sunrise and sunset, the water rushing by. When I was little,
whenever I felt wronged or sad, I would secretly sit by the river and daydream. I let my sorrow drift
away with the river…
At that moment, I could think of nothing, ask nothing, and say nothing. No one would bother me;
I didn't need to bring my phone, I didn't need to worry about anything. Only I was alone in this world. Walking along the cobblestone
path I used to walk as a child, recalling the little things from my childhood, gradually the gloom in my heart slowly dissipated with the wind. Unconsciously, I had been
here for three days, and my mood had calmed down considerably. What must be faced will always be faced; I must eventually return to
my old life.
Back at the hotel, I checked my phone. There were missed calls from my husband, and then I remembered. Tomorrow is his birthday
. I lied and said I needed to work for a few days, never mentioning his birthday. I planned to surprise him. There were also many
missed calls and messages from Mu Kai.
"Lou Ling, I'm so sorry about what happened that day. Beauty isn't wrong. As a normal man, I
was deeply attracted to you, and something inappropriate happened at the wrong time. We're both adults.
Your body's reaction was so real, why run away? If beauty is a mistake, I hope we can just go with the flow
."
Opening one of his messages was a barrage of provocation. My composure, which I had just calmed down, instantly crumbled again. I deleted all
his messages in one go; there was no point in looking at them anymore. I composed myself, slept peacefully, and the next day went to
the mall to pick out a watch as a birthday gift for my husband.
After several hours on the bus, I finally returned to our little home, travel-worn and exhausted. It wasn't yet
time for him to get off work; he was probably still working hard. I decided to make a candlelight dinner and surprise him when he got home
. I'd be a housewife for today. Passing by the convenience store downstairs, I even bought a bottle of red wine.
It was still that familiar home; although I hadn't been away for very long, it felt like an eternity.
I opened the bedroom door, only to be greeted by a chaotic living room. My husband is usually a very clean person, so how could
it be so messy while I was away?
His clothes and trousers were scattered on the sofa and floor. Wait, there were women's clothes too—underwear!
My first thought was that the house had been burgled. But upon closer inspection, it wasn't my underwear, definitely not mine
. The pink, sexy underwear was different from my bra size.
Besides being burgled, there was only one other possibility: my husband had taken another woman while I was away
and brought her home.
Just then, I heard sounds of "mmm...mmm..." and the slapping of flesh coming from the bedroom
.
I rushed to the bedroom door, and the scene that greeted me was like a bolt from the blue.
Two naked bodies were intertwined. The man I knew so well, my husband, was lying on the bed, thrusting
his hips forcefully against the woman on top of him. That woman was none other than Chen Jing, a woman I knew all too well
. I never imagined that my beloved husband and my best friend would be in the same bed. I stood there
, frozen. The bottle of red wine I'd just bought slipped from my hand, fell to the floor, and shattered, just like my heart, instantly
shattered.
The sound of the wine hitting the ground startled the two naked people still making love. They
scrambled out of bed in a panic, frantically searching for their scattered clothes like clowns. I watched their charade coldly,
feeling utterly disgusted.
I grabbed my bag, stormed out, not wanting to face them again, not wanting to say a word to them.
The heavy slam of the door echoed behind me, leaving only my resolute back.
As the night lights came on, I wandered the streets alone, tears streaming down my face. This period
of time had been a cruel irony. I had suppressed my desires, believing myself to be faithful to my husband, but
he had betrayed me, and in our own home, in the very bed where we had once been intimate.
Our wedding photo still hung on the wall; the happiness in that frame was heartbreaking.
The bar was dimly lit and filled with a diverse crowd of dissolute people. I don't know how I got into this
bar; I only know that I needed the numbness of alcohol to ease my pain. I sat
at the bar, ordering only the strongest liquor. Glass after glass went down, the hot alcohol burning my throat, the fiery
pain seemingly easing some of my inner turmoil. Men swarmed around me like flies,
wave after wave, but I was only interested in the alcohol.
It was already 2 a.m., and although it was a summer night, it was still a little chilly. I staggered out of the bar,
unsteady on my feet, my head throbbing. I leaned against the wall, retching repeatedly, acidic stomach acid churning and
surging from my mouth.
The streets were deserted, almost empty. I ran wildly into the middle of the road, screaming hysterically
, trying to stop the tears from flowing. But it was all in vain. I felt so helpless. I'd already lost one shoe
, and I was squatting barefoot in the middle of the road, sobbing and clutching my throbbing head. At that moment, I felt
so pathetic, so useless. I was so tired.
I can't quite remember how I met Mu Kai; it seems like he was driving by in his car and spotted me.
It felt like I was the one who called him…
but that didn't matter anymore. I was already taking a hot shower in his clean and tidy bathroom.
The alcohol seemed to have sobered me up a bit, but my head still ached, making me forget many things.
I got dressed and came out of the bathroom, still wet. The living room smelled strongly of tobacco, and the coffee table was littered with cigarette
butts. Mu Kai was sitting in the smoke, so close yet so far. He stared straight at me, then stood up. He reached out
and pulled me into his arms. I didn't move, letting him hold me like that.
His broad chest felt warm and comforting. I rested my head on his strong shoulder, and at that moment, I felt safe.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you," he said, stroking my long hair and gently patting my back. His tone was unusually gentle,
and a wave of emotion washed over me. Everything I had experienced during this time—the sweet, the embarrassing, the wronged
, the painful, the heartbreaking—was overwhelming. All at once, tears welled up and streamed down my face. I couldn't help but hug Mu Kai and
sob uncontrollably.
He didn't stop me; he just held me tighter. "Cry, it'll make you feel better."
The tears flowed like a burst dam, as if I had cried out all the tears I had in over twenty years
, soaking his clothes. I don't know how long it was before I slowly stopped crying, only soft
sobs escaping my nostrils. He pulled me to the sofa and gently wiped my tears with a tissue. His
expression was focused; he was no longer the mischievous man he usually was. I felt that at that moment, I was completely melted by his gentleness
.
The tissue was thrown into the trash can, but his large hands cupped my flushed cheeks, and then his large lips
pressed against mine. For some reason, I didn't resist. I was just like a naive little girl,
bewildered and helpless. His full, warm lips began with gentle kisses, slowly enveloping my mouth completely
. His thick tongue pried open my lips, deftly exploring my mouth.
I felt thirsty; my tongue, against my will, was seduced, gradually responding to his movements,
intertwining with his serpentine tongue, sucking each other's saliva. His kisses grew stronger,
until I could barely breathe, relying on my nose. My heaving breasts climbed onto his hands,
gently caressing them through my dress.
His hands were large, but gentle, unlike my husband's roughness. The thought of that man
brought a pang of pain, a surge of anger rising within me. Then, the man before me, with his gentle caresses and a torrential, passionate kiss,
pulled me back to reality from my reverie. My body burned, my face flushed, and
soft moans escaped my lips.
"To hell with infidelity, to hell with morality!" I roared inwardly,
shattering my own defenses. I began to respond to Mu Kai's movements. I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands caressing his firm chest
and abdomen; the muscles were so powerful, so intoxicating.
My breasts swelled slowly from his kneading, feeling the pressure of his hands. My breasts were so hot, a little
itchy, yearning for further penetration, wanting more force. He seemed to hear my inner cry, guiding
my arms out from under my dress.
My snow-white chest was exposed to his gaze, his lips leaving my thirsty lips, allowing me to
breathe deeply. But my delicate neck was being sucked by him, his nimble tongue gliding over my tender skin, so
itchy. My dress had been pulled down to my waist, my full breasts, encased in a thin, sexy black lace bra , stood
erect on my chest. This was supposed to be a birthday gift for my husband, but now it was in front of another man,
and a thrill of defying morality
surged within me. He looked down at my exposed breasts, which heaved with each heavy breath
.
"So beautiful," he said, and I felt a blissful sensation wash over me.
The sheer lace bra revealed glimpses of my areolas and nipples, making them appear even more alluring.
His lips pecked at my breasts like raindrops, their warmth intensifying. His large hands grasped my
erect breasts again, kneading them roughly, ravaging my tender breasts through the bra.
Under his relentless assault, the small bra gradually gave way. The front clasp was bitten open by his teeth
, and my two full breasts sprang free. I was so shy I wanted to cover my
face, but he had already held my hands down. His hungry mouth took my tender, erect nipple into his mouth.
It was so itchy, my nipple enveloped by his warm mouth, his tongue circling my areola, feeling like a swarm of
ants crawling on it, tingling and numb. Sucking, biting, licking. My God, his mouth was so
skillful. He played with my nipple wantonly in his mouth, I couldn't even describe the wonderful feeling, something I
had never experienced before. I wanted to scream out the pleasure, but I held back, and all that came out of my mouth
was, "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." passionate moans.
I held his head, which was undulating against my chest, like breastfeeding a child, so shameful. He
felt my response and worked even harder, his other breast also being squeezed in his hand, the warmth of his palm
transmitting through my nipple, my body burning, feeling a fire rising in my lower abdomen. My lower body was
burning hot, and I squeezed my legs together, enduring his intrusion.
"Oh...it's so itchy, be gentle..." His teeth gently bit my nipples; it hurt a little, but it felt incredibly
good, penetrating to the bone.
My breasts grew larger and larger, and my nipples hardened under his alternating teasing, while my lower body felt
increasingly empty, gushing with lustful fluid.
His restless hands finally released my full breasts, but instead reached under my skirt, gently caressing my legs
, sending another wave of itchiness through my lower body. The wet, hot opening soaked my lace panties, and
I could feel the warm, wet fluid on my buttocks.
I twisted my body, enduring the loneliness and emptiness.
His hands crawled down to my lower body, lifting my skirt, and I cooperated as he pulled down my wet
panties and tossed them aside. My pink, moist lower body was hidden beneath the dense black forest, thirstily opening its red...
My vulva was dripping with lustful fluid. I covered my face, feeling so ashamed. My vulva, which had only ever been enjoyed by my husband, was now
being soothed by another man. I could feel his fingers circling around my vulva, occasionally touching my clitoris. It was so
uncomfortable, so shameful.
A soft body touched my vulva—it was his mouth! I never imagined that a man
would be willing to use his mouth on me.
"No…it's dirty…" I frantically reached out to cover my vulva, trying to stop him from doing anything further.
But he just smiled mischievously, pried my hands apart, and brought his mouth close again, pressing his entire mouth against mine
, licking my vulva forcefully. A wave of pleasure spread throughout my body, so comfortable. His nimble tongue kept
licking my clitoris, and his rough stubble scraped against the skin on my thighs, so itchy, so stimulating.
"Ah…ah…um…" I couldn't help but cry out loudly. He actually bit my
clitoris with his teeth, and in that instant, the stimulation made me want to jump up. Thankfully, he held me down with his strong hands.
My vagina became increasingly wet, and he opened his mouth wide, sucking greedily like a gluttonous child. The tender
flesh at the entrance of my vagina was enveloped by him, making a squeaking sound…how shameful.
The sensations below grew more intense; although penetration hadn't occurred yet, my feelings already surpassed
all the pleasure my husband had ever given me.
While the entrance was being caressed, the depths inside were itchy. I longed for something to
fill it.
He had removed all restraints, and a large, black penis stood erect before me. He guided
my small hand to stroke his pride—it was so thick. One hand could barely grasp it; bulging veins
coiled around the shaft, quite frightening. My hand trembled slightly, but my vagina grew even more thirsty, and
more fluid flowed.
My hazy eyes and soft moans filled me with anticipation for the invasion of this ugly penis.
Mu Kai spread my legs, exposing my lower body. My white dress was still wrapped around my waist, and my black
lace panties were still hanging on my feet. The scene was so lewd.
My thirsty little hole opened its mouth, ready to welcome his invasion, but his big penis was gently
rubbing against the entrance, coated with my juices, teasing my sensitive nerves. So itchy… my empty body could no longer bear it.
I thrust my buttocks forward, bringing my entrance to the purple glans, yearning for his entry.
Just as I was still trying to welcome his entry, he thrust forward with force, and his huge penis
entered my hole without resistance. It filled the entire passage.
"Ah… um…" What a full feeling. His big, hard penis had penetrated my little hole.
I felt a sense of satisfaction, like a child receiving a beloved toy.
I was completely possessed by him. His big penis was thrusting in and out of my hole rapidly, hitting the depths of my uterus.
God, he'd reached my G-spot. I had never felt this way before. It was so good. He straddled my
legs, thrusting forcefully into my buttocks, his penis slapping against my anus, the sensation intensifying.
I couldn't help but moan, craving his ministrations.
"Ugh...so good..." I cried out involuntarily, overwhelmed by his powerful movements. I finally understood
why Chen Jing had reacted that way back then. I hadn't realized that his thick penis was now inside me,
piston-like, and I felt like a wanton woman being fucked by another man. My
shame was eroding. All I knew was that I was experiencing intense pleasure, a pleasure that went to my very core.
"Mmm...mmm...so powerful...I'm filled!" My eyes were glazed, I clung to his strong waist
, feeling his thrusts, crying out ecstatically. "I...I...I want..."
"What do you want?" He smiled wickedly, his hands still kneading my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples
. But his penis paused.
I felt a sudden emptiness in my vagina. "Mmm...you bad boy...faster..." I writhed, craving his penetration
.
"Tell me, what do you want..." he continued to tease me. My face flushed crimson, burning hot
, and I whispered, "I want you...to fuck me." If there were a crack in the ground, I would have disappeared into it. I never
imagined I was so lewd, able to utter such shameless words.
"Louder, I can't hear you..."
"Hurry up, I want you to fuck me hard..." Since I was going to indulge, I wanted to indulge completely. I tore
away the veil of shame in my heart, screaming wildly, thrusting my hips forcefully to meet his thrusts.
His response drove me crazy. His thick penis pounded even more wildly in my wet vagina. The entrance of my vagina
became hot and burning from the powerful thrusts of his penis, and my juices were drawn out by his penis, soaking
a patch of the sofa. And so, I was being brutally ravaged by another man on his sofa.
"It's too hard, it feels so good..." I no longer held back, letting out wanton moans. No one would have imagined that the usually traditional
and quiet me would be making such a lewd sound as another man fucked me with his huge cock.
"So thick...so big...it's hitting my G-spot...waaaah. You bad guy...you're bullying me
...my pussy is so hot...it's being fucked by your big cock..."
Hearing my moans, he thrust even harder, "Your pussy is so tight, it's going to break me..." He breathed heavily
, thrusting forcefully inside me, as if trying to pierce through me.
"Ah...mm...mmm...so good...my pussy is being fucked to death...it feels so good." I mimicked Chen
Jing, twisting my body and moaning lewdly.
"Do you enjoy it more when I fuck you, or when your husband fucks you more...?"
"You bad boy... mmm... of course it's... you... you've already fucked me... and you still ask me this
." At this moment, I had already thrown that unfaithful man to the back of my mind, only caring about shamelessly responding
to the man beneath me.
He pulled his big cock out, and I immediately felt a great emptiness in my vagina
. I saw his big cock standing in the air, covered with my vaginal fluid. I felt so shy. But then he flipped me over, making me lie face down on the sofa, gripping
the backrest, sticking out my pert buttocks, spreading my legs, revealing my thirsty vaginal opening. I felt like a little
bitch being played with by him, my whole body burning with heat, welcoming his new round of penetration.
A pair of large hands gripped my slender waist, his large, purple glans tightly sucked into
my vaginal opening, slowly pushing in again. The glans scraped against the tender flesh inside, sending waves of pleasure through
my body. I trembled, responding to his thrusts from behind .
"You're so bad… what do you… take me for?" I cried out coquettishly, "This position is so
shameful… like a little dog…" I yelled, my head thrown back, my long, disheveled hair flying behind me.
"You are my little bitch…" He grabbed my breasts, which swayed wildly in the air, and continued
thrusting into my vagina from behind.
"Ah… ah… I am… I am your little bitch… you're going to break me… I've
never… never felt this good before… harder."
"Harder… rub my breasts… it's so itchy…" I began to shamelessly command him. My
breasts were constantly kneaded by his large hands, changing shape in his grasp.
"Ah...ah...um...um...oh...no...don't touch there." He not only violated my
vagina but also stroked my anus with his fingers, making it even more stimulating. I felt every pore on my body open instantly
, his large glans constantly pounding against my cervix, a feeling that went straight to my bones, an exhilarating sensation like flying in the sky...
I actually orgasmed...I actually orgasmed from being fucked by another man...I've never
felt so good before. A surge of heat gushed out from my uterus, it was so...so good.
"Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming..." I gasped for breath, my body trembling as I welcomed my first
orgasm, "Ah ah...I'm coming..."
My hands gripped his arms tightly from behind, my nails digging into his muscles. He was oblivious
, he didn't stop, relentlessly thrusting powerfully. Before the first climax had even subsided,
the piston-like movements, like a small motor, sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. "So good...so good...
it's amazing...I love you so much...woo...mmm...ah..." I was being fucked so badly that I could only utter a few simple
syllables, and I could barely speak anymore.
"Is your big cock fucking you good...?" he began to swear.
"Good, big cock feels so good...I'm being fucked to death by big cock...big cock is so powerful...
big cock...big cock...I want big cock...ah...ah...mmm..." I had long since abandoned all shame, and
I could utter any lewd words. "Who is the big
cock fucking?" "The big cock is fucking Lou Ling...Lou Ling is being fucked by the big cock..."
"Who is fucking Lou Ling with the
big cock?" "Mu Kai...Mu Kai is fucking Lou Ling with the big cock..." I mechanically moved my hips to match his
thrusts, responding wantonly, "Mu Kai's big cock is fucking Lou Ling's cunt, isn't it...?"
"Waaah... I am... I am... mmm... I am a slut... Big cock, fuck me... I can't take it
anymore... Big cock, fuck Lou Ling's slutty cunt to death... Ahh... Ahh... I'm coming again..."
Stimulated by a series of lewd moans, I reached another climax. Mu Kai behind me didn't stop, like a
wild horse on the grassland, thrusting into my cunt even more powerfully than before. After two climaxes, I was almost out
of strength. I lay on the sofa, looking down at my two swaying breasts being fucked and flying in the air, being
grabbed in his hands and kneaded hard. The sound of my buttocks being hit hard echoed in the room, like
beautiful heavenly music...
"Waaah... mmm... ah..." My cunt was so wet, the splashing sound of lewd water came with his powerful
thrusts, and each thrust of his penis brought out a gush of lewd fluid. The incredibly lewd penis inside my vagina grew even larger
, like an even more powerful little cannon, throbbing wildly. I gritted my teeth,
thrusting my hips back in rhythm with his movements…
“Ah…ah…ah…” I screamed loudly.
His breathing grew heavier, his penis scraping against my tender flesh until it was almost numb. A rapid series of thrusts, like a
storm, rained down on my cervix. We screamed wildly as we both reached orgasm, a warm current flowing from inside my vagina as his
large penis thrust, transferring his semen into my body. It was so warm; my body was now storing another
man's semen…
After the orgasm, we didn't talk much, just embraced each other. That night we indulged ourselves recklessly;
the living room, bathroom, bed, balcony, and even the kitchen the next morning all held our lewd and beautiful memories
.
After that day, I never saw Mu Kai again. Some memories are worth remembering for a lifetime,
and although I enjoyed them, I knew when I came to my senses that this wasn't my future life. I left that familiar
city, left that city that broke my heart, left that husband I once loved, and even left
the powerful, big penis that gave me beautiful memories. I started my new life!
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