The wife who was deceived

My wife and I are a typical small family in Luoyang. We've been married for six years, and my wife left her job at the department store two years ago because of our child. Last Saturday at noon, my wife said she was going out shopping, and I felt something was off. Although she came back in the evening, she seemed strange. After I questioned her all night and promised not to pursue the matter, she finally cried and said she had been scammed. It all started a month ago at noon. She was about to take a nap when the phone rang:

Wife: Hello, who is it?

Mr. Lin: (A deep, middle-aged voice) It's you! Xiaomi, what color underwear are you wearing today?

Wife: (Startled) Sir, you've got the wrong person. My name isn't Xiaomi.

Mr. Lin: Oh, you've changed people today. It's okay. What's your name? How old are you? Are your breasts big?

Wife: You've dialed the wrong number. This isn't a telemarketing company.

The other party kept going on and on, and my wife, unfazed, awkwardly chatted with him for a while. After he explained, it turned out our phone number was only one number different from a certain chat service's. He quickly apologized and hung up (we later found out he deliberately dialed our number—a master caller!).

Two days later at noon, the phone rang again.

Mr. Lin: Hello, it's me, Mr. Lin.

Wife: Are you that pervert who called Xiaomi?

Mr. Lin: Don't say that. Every man who calls that place talks about something risqué.

Wife: Then why are you calling my house again?

Mr. Lin: Nothing much, just looking for someone to chat with during my lunch break.

Wife: Do you think I'm a prostitute? That costs money.

Mr. Lin: I can give you one!

Wife: No, thank you, I'm taking a nap, bye. Mr.

Lin: Wait a minute, I have a question for you.

Wife: What is it? (My wife was really curious)

Mr. Lin: What color underwear are you wearing today?

Wife: You're annoying. If I tell you, you won't call again, okay?

Mr. Lin: Of course.

Wife: Red, bye-bye (Wife wants to hang up) Mr. Lin: Low-rise or thong?

Wife: Why would I wear a thong at home? It'll chafe and be very uncomfortable.

Mr. Lin: Chafe where? Shouldn't it be comfortable?

My absent-minded wife actually discussed it with him quite seriously, chatting for a while before finally remembering to hang up.

Perhaps because it was the first time she had talked about sex with a stranger other than her husband, she felt her face turn red, her heart race, and her underwear slightly damp after hanging up. She felt very excited. It brought some ripples to a lonely afternoon at home. Maybe life was really boring, which is why someone took advantage of her vulnerability to arouse her desire. From then on, she looked forward to Mr. Lin's call every afternoon and chatted with him on the phone. In this way, my wife opened the floodgates to talk about their sex life, and over time it became a habit. The man called every one or two days at noon, but not on Saturdays and Sundays, so he must be an office worker.

Actually, I was quite curious too, and I pestered my wife for a whole night, so I got a general idea. My wife said that guy was a pervert. Every time he answered the phone, he would ask what color underwear I was wearing. If I didn't tell him, he would ask again after a few words. Even if I told him, he would ask even more suggestive questions. My wife felt safe chatting with him since she couldn't see him, so she laughed and joked with him, listening to him boast about how amazing he was and how popular he was with women. Once, he talked about how big his penis was, and my wife

, out of curiosity, blurted out, "How big is it?"

Mr. Lin: "Seventeen centimeters."

Wife: "Is that big?"

Mr. Lin: "Most people's are around 12 centimeters.

" Wife: "Then why is yours so long?

" Mr. Lin: "Mine is a foreign size. Want to try it?"

Wife: "Go to hell!

" Mr. Lin: "When your husband gets erect, compare it with your hand and measure it."

That night, during sex, my wife actually compared my penis with her hand, and afterwards it was indeed only 11.7 centimeters. No wonder Mr. Lin was so arrogant. At that moment, my wife wondered what it would feel like if he actually penetrated her; her underwear was wet.

Until last Monday, Mr. Lin called his wife again for a chat, even teaching her how to masturbate!

Mr. Lin: So, is this your first time with your husband?

Wife: Yes.

Mr. Lin: Have you done it with anyone else?

Wife: Never.

Mr. Lin: When was the last time?

Wife: Last week… Mr. Lin:

Doesn't it itch? Wife : Ugh

, so annoying. Mr. Lin: What are you doing? Wife: I'm going to take a nap . Mr. Lin: What are you wearing? Wife: A robe and underwear. Mr. Lin: A bra? Wife: It's not comfortable to sleep in, so I didn't wear one. Mr. Lin: Now you know how big my penis is, you have to tell me how big your breasts are. Wife: At least a C cup. Mr. Lin: What color are your nipples? Wife: Pink. Mr. Lin: Beautiful! Aren't they sensitive? Wife: Who isn't? (Wife's heart races!) Mr. Lin: Lie down, undo your robe. Wife: Why? (Wife feels embarrassed) Mr. Lin: Relax, relax... Trust me. (Wife arranges the pillows, takes the cordless phone, and lies on the bed.) Mr. Lin: Close your eyes and caress your breasts. (Wife's hand slides over her nipple, which twitches and immediately hardens.) Wife: Ah... Oh... (Wife moans shyly, her lower body secreting fluids in streams, too excited to control herself.) Mr. Lin: Take off your underwear. (Wife is completely at Mr. Lin's mercy, pulling down her underwear.) Mr. Lin: Your genitals probably haven't been touched in a long time. Wife: I... Mr. Lin: Tell me how wet you are. Wife: Go to hell! (Wife keeps rubbing her clitoris, feeling amazing, the more comfortable it is, the more she wants it.) Mr. Lin: Feels good, right? Focus on stimulating your erogenous zones to make yourself feel even better. Mr. Lin: Imagine my erect 17cm **** sliding into your vagina. Wife: Oh oh oh. (Wife's fingers feel her lower body getting even wetter.) Mr. Lin: I'll fill you with my ****.

Wife: I… I can’t help it. Oh oh oh oh, at this moment, the pleasure kept hitting my wife, feeling stronger than intercourse. Her pent-up desire was released, and her body started to tremble. She gripped the sheets beneath her and moaned loudly. The feeling was too intense. After a while, my wife finally calmed down. Mr. Lin heard her breathing slow down and said: Did you orgasm?

Wife: I… My wife was extremely ashamed and couldn’t answer. She hurriedly hung up the phone, lay on the soaked bed, and fell asleep exhausted.

Last Friday at noon, Mr. Lin called again and said that he had asked a friend who went to Japan to bring back a whole set of purple bras, thongs, and suspenders to give to my wife. He hoped to arrange to meet her outside. My wife, of course, refused and asked him to give it to his wife. He said: My wife is over 40, and these don’t look good on her. You’re 30, and they’ll fit you perfectly. My

wife said that he had been talking about it for a long time and was finally a little curious to meet him, but she was also afraid of the danger, so she arranged to meet him at a fast food restaurant. On Saturday afternoon, my wife made an excuse to go shopping with a friend, leaving me and our kindergarten-aged child at home to meet that man. She said that when she got to the fast food restaurant, she lingered outside for a few moments before finally going in. Suddenly, a well-dressed man came out and said to her, "Aren't you Miss Mimi?"

My wife (startled): "Then you really are Mr. Lin!"

Mr. Lin (taking my wife's hand): "My car is over here, I'll get you a gift."

My wife saw that the gift inside the car was beautifully wrapped. Mr. Lin opened the car door for her, and my wife, unsuspecting, got into the car. He followed her in.

Mr. Lin (looking my wife up and down): "You're even prettier than I imagined."

Mr. Lin (handing her the gift): "You can open it and see, it's very pretty!"

My wife: "I'll open it when I get home, I want to get out of the car.

" Mr. Lin (suddenly starting the car): "Let's find a place to stop. Could you wear that lingerie, that thong, so I can see?"

My wife: "Impossible, you're not exactly innocent-looking, I don't believe you can just look."

Mr. Lin: Otherwise, I'll give you five thousand yuan, and I promise I'll just take a look.

Mr. Lin (his wife seemed distrustful, so he took out five thousand yuan and a Viagra pill from his pocket): I do have this problem, so I only talk the talk. Look, I haven't even taken my pills. I just want to admire pretty women!

While his wife was still stunned after taking the five thousand yuan, the car pulled into the motel.

Wife (hesitatingly getting out of the car): You really can only look? Mr.

Lin: Hmm~ If you're willing to have sex, I won't object. Wife: You wish. (And so, the wife and the man entered the room.) Wife: Ah~ Why is the bathroom transparent? How am I supposed to change?

Mr. Lin: You're so naive. What haven't men and women who come to motels together seen? Hurry up and go in to change.

The wife reluctantly took her underwear into the bathroom. While she was changing, Mr. Lin quickly drank a glass of water, took a few Viagra pills, and then impatiently urged: Are you done yet?

Wife (awkwardly): How did you know I'd be wearing a thong today? I didn't even shave, it looks awful.

Mr. Lin: No way! Thongs are sexy because they show pubic hair. The sooner I see, the sooner we can leave.

Wife wrapped herself in a large towel, glancing at him. Thankfully, she wasn't disheveled. Wife shyly stepped out of the bathroom, her bottom wrapped in a large towel, wearing a purple bra. Mr. Lin's eyes lit up. He grabbed his wife's breasts and said, "Your breasts are at least a C cup, right? How can you see my thong with that towel wrapped around your neck?"

Mr. Lin pulled the towel off with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other. The thong was incredibly small, revealing a lot of pubic hair and a clear cleavage. Just looking at it, Mr. Lin's penis was already standing at attention.

Wife (shrinking back into the bathroom): You said you wouldn't touch me!

Mr. Lin: Okay, okay, I won't touch you then, stop hiding

. He pulled her hand while taking the opportunity to touch her breasts. My wife's breasts are very sensitive; even a touch makes her thong wet. She tried to suppress her excitement, angrily saying, "If you keep this up, I'm leaving!"

Seeing his wife's anger, Mr. Lin sat back on the bed, looked at her for a few minutes, and said, "I'll give you more money; will you blow-dry me?"

Wife: "No, we already agreed on this; let's part amicably."

Mr. Lin (sighing): "Fine! Since we've come this far, I have one last request: pluck a hair from her.

" Wife: "What? Where?"

Mr. Lin (pointing to his wife's thong): "There!"

Wife (trying to escape quickly): "You're so annoying, hurry up."

Mr. Lin: "Wait, I'll pluck it myself."

He squatted down and stared intently at his wife's genitals, seeing her thong was soaked. He knew she was aroused. He reached down and gave it a hard squeeze. His wife jumped up as if electrocuted, her heart pounding, and began to moan.

Wife: "Oh no! Don't do that! Don't touch me like that!"

The wife began to struggle, but Mr. Lin held her tightly, kissing her with his lips. She closed her eyes. He then kissed her earlobe and gently sucked on her neck, making her weak all over. As her guard lowered, his hands gently caressed her, expertly stroking her neck, then her shoulders—secondary erogenous zones—flicking her back, waist…every nerve ending felt wonderful. Mr. Lin was indeed a master of seduction; his wife quickly became aroused, her body going limp, her legs involuntarily pressing together, her lower body becoming even wetter. She cried out, "Ah…oh…stop…I…can't help it…oh."

Knowing her defenses were crumbling, Mr. Lin kissed her breasts, circling his tongue around her nipples. His wife was so excited she couldn't control herself. Mr. Lin's fingers parted the edge of her thong, finding her wet opening. He skillfully separated her lips, and his middle finger easily slipped into her vagina.

His wife's vagina was already overflowing with semen, and after his teasing, it became even more soaking wet. Mr. Lin skillfully and quickly searched upwards along the vaginal wall, soon placing his middle finger on the G-spot on the upper part of the vaginal wall. He skillfully rotated his middle finger, gradually applying pressure to the upper vaginal wall, and an indescribable sensation immediately stimulated his wife, growing stronger and stronger. Mr. Lin hooked his finger around his wife's vaginal wall like a hook, and then began to vibrate rhythmically. His wife felt her body was no longer under her control; at this moment, pleasure surged through her brain, her whole body went numb, and she orgasmed!

Mr. Lin, a seasoned veteran, took advantage of his wife's exhaustion and placed her on the bed, took off his own pants, then straddled his wife's legs, holding her slender waist with both hands, and rubbed his already hard penis against her thin thong back and forth.

His wife couldn't help but moan loudly, and her body reacted very quickly, soon reaching another orgasm.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mr. Lin pushed his wife's thong aside with his erect penis, her labia weakly spread apart by his thick shaft, which easily slid into her wet vagina. Still in the throes of orgasm, his wife, completely unprepared and caught off guard, hadn't even reacted before her last line of defense crumbled, and her pristine body was finally possessed by another man.

His wife (now weakly saying): Oh…no…ah…you promised you could only look…oh…

Mr. Lin effortlessly inserted his 17-centimeter penis all the way into his wife's wet vagina. His wife wanted to say no, but her body was burning hot and she had no strength. She unconsciously hugged Mr. Lin tightly. Mr. Lin began to move gently. Unlike her husband, who simply thrust back and forth, he rubbed it left and right, up and down. His wife gasped on the bed, reaching a state of ecstasy, involuntarily arching her buttocks, opening her thighs as wide as possible to welcome his hardness, allowing it to penetrate deeper into her core. His wife experienced orgasm again and again, as if she had entered heaven.

As Mr. Lin's penis thrust in and out, she felt his hands gently supporting her buttocks and pushing inward forcefully. Her body began to convulse, and he collapsed onto her, motionless. His wife felt a warm current flowing into her lower body, and suddenly felt dizzy. The tender flesh of her buttocks twitched uncontrollably, her whole body trembled with numbness, and she could no longer hold on. Gushes of pleasure gushed from her vagina, and she felt completely exhausted.

Mr. Lin's semen filled his wife's vagina, flowing down her thighs and soaking the sheets. After her orgasm subsided, his wife realized she had made a terrible mistake. Terrified, she trembled, tears streaming down her face.

Mr. Lin saw this and gently kissed her forehead. His passionate kiss quickly calmed her down, and in her dazed state, she found herself embracing him.

We are a typical Taiwanese family, married for six years. My wife left her job at a department store two years ago because of our child. Last Saturday at noon, my wife said she was going shopping, and I felt something was off. Although she returned in the evening, she seemed strange. After a night of questioning and promises not to pursue the matter, she finally cried and said she had been deceived. It all started a month ago at noon. She was about to take a nap when the phone rang:

Wife: Hello, who is it?

Mr. Lin: (A deep, middle-aged voice) It's you! Xiaomi, what color underwear are you wearing today?

Wife: (Startled) Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name isn't Xiaomi.

Mr. Lin: Oh, you've changed people today. It's alright. What's your name? How old are you? Are your breasts big?

Wife: You've dialed the wrong number. This isn't a chat service.

The other party ran out of money, but the wife didn't seem to mind and awkwardly chatted with him for a while. After he explained, it turned out our phone number was only one number different from a certain chat service. He hurriedly apologized and hung up (we later found out he deliberately dialed our number, what a master!).

Two days later at noon, the phone rang again.

Mr. Lin: Hello, it's me, Mr. Lin.

Wife: Are you that pervert who was looking for Xiaomi?

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