Wife and someone else

On QQ, the avatar of an old classmate I hadn't contacted in a long time suddenly popped up. We were good friends in school, and he returned to his hometown after graduation. At first, we chatted frequently on QQ and occasionally called each other, but as time went on, our work and lives completely diverged, and we gradually lost common topics, and things faded away. He said he'd come to Nanjing for a couple of days this weekend, and of course, I was happy to oblige, telling him I'd treat him well. Then we chatted idly, exchanging a few words. Just then, my wife, wrapped in a towel after her shower, came over. "Which girl are you chatting with? I could hear your QQ beeping nonstop while I was showering." I explained what had happened, and my wife wasn't happy, thinking I was going to waste money again. She went to bed to watch TV. My wife was drying her hair with a towel in her right hand, her left arm supporting her as she lay on her side on the bed. Gravity accentuated the alluring cleavage along the top edge of the towel, and her wet hair hung messily over her chest. The short bath towel couldn't conceal LP's alluring curves; half of her buttocks peeked out from the bottom edge, and a glimpse of dark skin could be seen deep within her fair thighs. This temptation was irresistible. We exchanged phone numbers, agreed on a time, and I quickly logged off. I leaped onto the bed. My kisses slowly traveled from her calves to her thighs, buttocks, and groin, gently covering her dark forest with my lips. LP moaned softly. My tongue pierced through the dark forest, reaching the depths of her paradise. LP wiggled her hips, her moist lower body lightly brushing against my lips. I crawled on top of her, tearing open her towel, my hands groping her breasts, my body writhing against hers. "Weren't you chatting with your classmate?... Ah!" I secretly exerted a little more force. "Weren't you going to warmly entertain her... Ah... How are you going to entertain... Ah... her?" A wicked thought was born within me... We quickly finished our encounter. LP seemed unsatisfied, but I wasn't in the mood. I pondered the next part of the story. The night before the weekend, my wife and I were lying in bed watching TV. "I won't be having dinner with you tomorrow, a classmate is coming over." "Okay." "I might be home late tonight." "Okay." I looked at my wife, but she seemed reluctant to talk to me, her eyes glued to the TV. "He wants me to take two girls out to karaoke tonight." "Who?" My wife's voice doubled in volume, and she stopped watching TV, turning her head towards me. "Colleagues, friends, anything is fine." "No way! Who knows what you'll be doing there?" My wife stared intently at me, her eyes practically devouring me. "Then what should we do?" "I'll go!" my wife declared. "You said you'd take some girls out, but you brought your wife along, people will laugh at you!" "What should we do… it's definitely not going to work!" My wife was getting exasperated. "Well... let me think." I pretended to pat my head. "Okay, I'll take you. Just say you're my colleague; he's never seen you before anyway." "Hmm... okay." My wife seemed interested in my suggestion. "What does he want you to bring a young woman for?" "Just to sing karaoke, drink, hug and cuddle, and take advantage of her, right?" "No way! I'm not going." "You're not going?" "I'm going!" My wife was a little incoherent. "It's nothing, he wouldn't dare rape you in a karaoke bar, would he?" I chuckled and put my hand on her thigh, half-joking, half-comforting her. At this moment, my wife's legs suddenly stiffened, standing straight up, motionless, and she stammered a little. "Just the three of us?" "Who else do you want to bring?" "No... well, is there anything wrong?" "We haven't seen each other in years, and we probably won't see each other again. Let's sing karaoke, drink, relax, what could possibly happen?" My wife's legs slowly relaxed. My first sentence probably had the biggest effect on her; if they wouldn't see each other again, there would be no danger of being exposed. This kind of game is easy and fun to play. "Dress nicely tomorrow." "I know..." LP fell into deep thought. The night passed without incident until dawn. I took an hour off work to pick up my classmate and treated him to dinner at a decent little restaurant. After many years, he had lost the simple innocence of his school days and kept talking incessantly. He talked about how promising the company was, how far-sighted the boss was, and how he would definitely lead the company to a new level. His performance was off-putting; in the end, he was just a low-level salesman, earning less than a third of what I made. I listened to him the whole time, nodding and smiling. If we weren't classmates for so many years, I would have been sarcastic; if he weren't such a bad person, I would have ended the game. It's just a game, why take it so seriously? Let's leave the unpleasant feelings behind and have some fun. Finally, I suggested we go sing karaoke and find a girl to liven things up. He was overjoyed and kept asking what she looked like. After leaving the restaurant, I called LP and told her to come over quickly. When we arrived at the karaoke bar, I called my wife again to tell her the room number. She said she had just left. I sang two songs, but my classmate seemed distracted, constantly glancing out the window. After I finished singing, I didn't receive a single applause, and he started urging me to call again. "Okay, call," my wife said. He pretended to be calm, selected a song, and kept glancing out the window as he sang. The door opened, and my wife walked in. I was stunned, and so was he. My wife's outfit today was both innocent and sexy, sexy yet refreshingly elegant; innocent yet alluring. She wore a short, silk floral print skirt, a white wide-necked T-shirt, and her left shoulder was mostly exposed, the black bra strap highlighting her snow-white shoulder—incredibly seductive. I let my wife in, and a fragrant scent wafted over—the intoxicating allure of Burberry. Light pink lipstick and black eyeshadow—clearly, my wife had prepared carefully for today. After a brief introduction, I sat at the song selection desk, and my wife sat between us. I booked a mini-room, and the three of us huddled together on the cramped sofa. My classmate poured us drinks enthusiastically, acting like the host. "Are you married?" he asked, leaning his glass against my wife's bare shoulder. "Um..." My wife was clearly taken aback by the question and hesitated for a moment. She turned to look at me. "Yes." "Haha, what's there to be embarrassed about? Come on, let's drink." My classmate was excited; he clearly thought my wife was attracted to his handsome appearance and was keeping her married status a secret. Actually, in this kind of situation, men don't care whether a woman is married or not; the key is how to get her into bed. After two drinks, my wife's face flushed slightly, looking alluring in the dim light. It had been a while since anyone sang, so I suggested my classmate sing a song. He readily agreed, standing up to give a heartfelt performance. "You look so sexy today," I whispered in my wife's ear. “You can be even sexier.” Taking advantage of my classmate’s inattention, I pulled my wife’s collar, which was drooping over her left shoulder, back to her chest. The wide collar hung naturally, revealing a deep cleavage. “Are you crazy!” My wife turned to look at me, glaring at me. She made no attempt to pull her clothes back up. She glanced down, leaned over, picked up a wine glass from the coffee table, and took a small sip. Her series of actions were clearly to hide her panic. She wanted others to see her sexy side, but didn’t want me to think she was so lewd. The song ended, and my classmate turned and sat down. “Bravo!” My wife and I clapped at the same time. I turned to look at my classmate, glancing at my wife as well. My classmate was also staring at her, and my wife smiled at him while clapping. From our angle, looking down our necks, my wife’s breasts swayed from side to side with the movement of her arms, and my classmate’s lustful eyes were fixed on them. “Come on, let’s have another one.” I broke the ambiguous atmosphere first. Then my classmate suggested that my wife sing a song. After hesitating for a while, my wife finally stood up. Because of sitting for so long, the hem of LP's floral mini-skirt had curled up slightly. It was already very short, and I could even see the edge of her underwear. My classmate clearly hadn't missed this opportunity either. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye; his head was leaning against the sofa, his eyes fixed on the depths of LP's skirt. From his angle, the view inside was completely unobstructed. When the song ended—LP sang for five minutes, and he watched for a full five minutes—it was great. "Great job," my classmate clapped. LP was pleased. "I'll pour you some wine." She bent down and picked up the bottle. With LP's movement, the back of her skirt rode up quite a bit, instantly revealing her sheer silk panties. Her white buttocks looked particularly striking under the panties, the depths of her private area shrouded in black. Looking at my classmate, I noticed a noticeable bulge in his genitals. "I'm going to the restroom," LP said, picking up her bag and leaving the room. "Your colleague's really horny!" my classmate said with a lewd grin. "I just saw her pubic hair, lots of it, she must have a high sex drive. Did you see it?" "I didn't notice," I said, feigning regret. "Come on, haha, I saw you staring at her ass," my classmate grinned lewdly at me. "Seriously, her breasts are huge, jiggling back and forth, I really want to rub them." My classmate's words clearly had an effect on me; I could feel myself getting aroused, and I really wanted to drag my wife back and have some fun with her.My wife came back, and her classmate clung to her, constantly urging her to drink. My wife seemed used to the atmosphere, responding half-heartedly to him. No one paid me any attention, so I ordered a few songs and started singing. When I finished and turned around, I saw her classmate with his right hand on her shoulder, holding a wine glass in his left, urging her to drink and chatting. A sudden surge of jealousy welled up inside me, but it was instantly replaced by lust. After I sat down, the three of us drank two more glasses of wine, and the alcohol made me a little dizzy. I was a bit drunk, leaning my head against the sofa and closing my eyes. "What's wrong?" my wife turned to me, asking with concern. "I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to lie down for a bit." I'd drunk at dinner, and then quite a bit more here; I'm not a heavy drinker to begin with, and now I really did have a headache. My wife called the waiter over with a cup of tea and handed it to me. At that moment, I was suddenly touched by my wife's thoughtfulness and really wanted to take her away from this situation immediately. Closing my eyes, the image of my wife's swaying breasts and snow-white buttocks immediately flashed before my eyes. At that moment, many things were mixed together, making me feel dizzy and disoriented. Half-asleep, I seemed to see my wife again, her hands on the coffee table, my classmate lifting her skirt, tearing off her panties, her hips swaying as he violated her body. Her breasts were squeezed and deformed in his hands, accompanied by intense moans that echoed in my mind. Suddenly awakened by something, I opened my eyes; my wife wasn't beside me. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked my classmate groggily. "I don't know, maybe half an hour." "Oh, where is she?" "She went to the bathroom, just now." "Oh." I took a sip of water and lit a cigarette. "Her breasts are so big." My classmate looked at me and lit a cigarette as well. "Didn't I just say you wanted to touch them? Heh, you pervert." "I touched them." "Huh?" I suddenly didn't know what to say. "Big, firm, and elastic, those nipples feel... oh, heh." My classmate took a deep drag of his cigarette, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled the smoke, seemingly enjoying it. "I just put her nipple in her mouth, and she couldn't take it anymore." "You...you...kissed her...wasn't she wearing a bra?" "Black one, I took it off, she wouldn't cooperate at first, haha." "And then?" "And then? Then I touched her, and she was soaking wet, completely wet." He put his legs up on the coffee table, exhaled two smoke rings, and spoke with a hint of smugness. "Did she take off her underwear too?" "No, not really, but her underwear felt nice, very comfortable to touch. By the way, she told me not to tell you, and not to ask her." "Of course I won't ask, how can I ask about something like that?" I said dismissively. "I need to go to the bathroom too, my hands are all...haha." Just as he stood up, his wife pushed open the door, glanced at him, then turned to me, quickly lowered her head, and hurried back to her seat. "When did you wake up?" his wife asked softly, holding her teacup and looking at the large screen. "A while ago." His wife turned her head in surprise, looking at me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I woke up, but I didn't see you. He said you went to the bathroom." "Oh." She turned back, still staring at the large screen. Whether it was the erotic scene from just now that had stirred her emotions, the flustered state of our conversation, or perhaps she'd had a few too many drinks, I couldn't tell. Her face was flushed, her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and her high breasts heaved. Her snow-white legs, hidden by her sexy short skirt, tempted my restless hand. I slowly felt the warmth of her thighs with the back of my hand. She didn't move, her eyes fixed straight ahead. I leaned my head slightly towards her hairline, my left hand sliding down her armpit, lightly touching her heaving breasts with my fingers. As the pressure increased, her breasts swayed rhythmically. My gaze followed the black bra strap down, to those breasts that had just been teased and sucked by another man, swaying from side to side. My right hand slowly moved upwards, lifting her skirt, placing my hand on her still slightly damp silk panties, feeling the warmth emanating from them. LP remained motionless, her limbs stiff. My fingers slipped between her tightly closed legs, gliding upwards from her inner thighs, across her buttocks, pausing briefly before reaching the depths of her pubic area. My fingers swirled there, from one finger to two. "Ah!" With the movement of my knuckles, the two fingers instantly sank into the swamp of the jungle; without the barrier of her underwear, they might have been swallowed whole in an instant. "Ah!" LP was aroused once more. Having her most private parts violated by two men in one night—even the most chaste woman couldn't remain unmoved. She was wet again, thoroughly wet. Her hands trembled, the water in the teacup flowing down her slender fingers, dripping onto her thighs, down her inner thighs, drop by drop. "It wouldn't be good if someone saw," LP said, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe her sexy legs. "Mmm." Actually, I knew she wasn't afraid of others seeing, but of him seeing. Just ten minutes ago, this usually dignified and proud woman sat on this very seat, right in front of her husband, letting someone lift her T-shirt, undo her bra, and wantonly fondle her breasts. A surge of jealousy rose within me. But a game is a game; to continue playing, one must consider the bigger picture. Didn't I also experience unprecedented passion? Passion comes at a price. I released my wife's soft body and obediently sat to the side. "What song do you want to sing? I'll pick one for you." "My throat's a little hoarse, you sing." My wife seemed a bit tired, leaning back on the sofa. While I was picking a song, he returned. "Why aren't you singing? Waiting for me?" He seemed very excited, his spirits high. "Yes, what song do you want to sing? I'll pick one for you." I kept my eyes on the karaoke machine, not even looking up as I answered him. He sat back on the sofa, his right hand naturally resting on my wife's shoulder. My wife slightly shifted her body, pulling her hand away. He put his hand on her again, and my wife turned her head towards him, gently pushing him away. I didn't see their exchange of glances. However, in such a small private room, these little actions were still hard for me to miss. "Let's sing a duet," he said to my wife with a grin. "My voice is hoarse, I can't sing," my wife said, sitting between us, seemingly a little uncomfortable. "Sing one, you haven't sung much all night," I said, turning to my wife. "Come on, come on. You can sing anything, I'll sing along," he said, standing up gentlemanly and extending his hand to invite my wife. My wife glanced at me again, and I gave her a smile. In this situation, she couldn't possibly stay still any longer. She picked up the microphone and stood up, completely ignoring his gentlemanly hand. He seemed embarrassed, perhaps also puzzled, that the woman who had just been intimate with him had suddenly become so cold. After the song, neither of them performed very well, seemingly a little distracted. Returning to their seats, he suddenly grabbed my wife's hand and kissed it. My wife was startled, quickly turning back to look at me, her expression somewhat flustered. "You sang really well," he said, releasing my wife's hand and addressing us. I knew he was just trying to prove what he'd told me earlier wasn't false; that the woman in front of him was only being cold because I was there, while he'd already won her heart. "Not bad, not bad," I clapped, easing the awkwardness and my wife's unease. We sat down and had a couple more drinks. Having just slept and experienced such passion, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably. He stayed close to my wife, and the three of us chatted and drank. As we talked, his hand seemed to wander again, casually resting on my wife's thigh. My wife, afraid he might do something drastic like before, simply crossed her legs, causing his hand to slip to the side. My wife's forbearance seemed to embolden him, and his hand slowly moved towards her groin. My wife didn't dare resist much, only placing her hand on her crossed legs and leaning forward to block my view. He seemed to be deliberately showing off in front of me, his actions becoming increasingly bold, forcing my wife to lean even closer. One was trying hard to hide it, the other was trying hard to perform. Although drinking and chatting continued, no one was in the mood to sing anymore. The three-person KTV room was filled with a lewd atmosphere. His hands continued their actions, and his head was almost resting on his wife's shoulder. His wife only moved closer to me a little bit. The mini room was already cramped, and now the three of us were almost completely pressed together. He kept attacking, his wife kept enduring, and I had no reason to break the situation. This position, which seemed very strange to outsiders, didn't seem wrong to us at all. The three of us had our own thoughts and reasons for maintaining the situation. His wife leaned forward more and more, and the already wide neckline of her dress exposed her entire breasts to the air. Because his wife had specially worn a sexy half-cup bra, and because of our previous alternating assaults on her breasts, the edge of her black bra was faintly showing her red areolas. Obviously, he noticed it too. He rested his head lightly on his wife's left shoulder, and I rested my head on her right shoulder. We both focused our gaze on that red areola. Her already full breasts were squeezed and deformed by our combined pressure on her arms, almost bursting out. The deep cleavage extended upwards from where the two cups met…His movements quickened, and from my angle, I couldn't see how far he'd gone. But from LP's dazed eyes and increasingly heavy breathing, I sensed that her most intimate parts were being violated by a man once again. I pretended to reach for a tissue, lifting myself up to grab it, and as I did so, I glanced back. He seemed to know my intention, smiling at me and deliberately lifting LP's buttocks so I could see more clearly. LP obediently lifted one side of her buttocks, her short skirt already pulled up to her waist, her transparent panties revealing his hands groping in the dark forest, two fingers already deep inside, moving in and out. No wonder my large movements hadn't alerted LP. She was already lost in passion, like a female animal in heat; the violation of fingers was no longer enough for her. She needed a large, substantial filling to her body; she needed this sense of fulfillment. His hands continued, his lips close to her earlobe, his slightly heavy breathing eliciting soft moans from her. She had completely lost control of herself. She closed her eyes, not even trying to stop his hands from unhooking her bra. His hands slipped through her T-shirt, stroking her smooth back. With that gentle movement, her breasts sprang out. Through the wide neckline of the white T-shirt, the black bra cups could no longer conceal her nipples, the pink nipples lightly rubbing against the white fabric. Without the bra's restraint, her breasts bounced wildly in the air, the slightly rough fabric bearing the intense impact of her smooth, white breasts. His hand, which had been unhooking the bra, slowly reached out from under her armpit. His large hand broke through the barriers, tightly grasping one breast, squeezing, deforming, squeezing again, deforming once more. The pink nipple squeezed between his middle and ring fingers, held tightly between them. His left hand continued its piston-like motion, while his right hand relentlessly squeezed the white breast, each squeeze accompanied by a soft moan. He lifted both breasts simultaneously, pressing them inwards until the nipples pressed tightly together. His palms rubbed them incessantly, followed by frantic pressing. "Ah..." LP let out a long moan, accompanied by violent trembling. A woman reaching orgasm with another man in front of her husband—how unbelievable! Yet it had truly happened. LP's face was flushed, her eyes still slightly closed. Through her wide collar, her breasts were still rising and falling. The man's right hand held one of her breasts; his earlier frenzy had subsided, and he seemed to be simply savoring its texture and weight. She gently pushed away the man's hand lingering on her body, her eyes still closed. She didn't have the courage to open them, afraid to see herself in this disheveled state. She bit her lower lip lightly, her hands clenched tightly together. "I'm going to the restroom," I said, feeling the need to break the awkward silence. "Me too," LP quickly stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. He quickly stood up and grabbed LP's arm. "What?" LP struggled to walk away. “I have something to tell you.” LP was pulled back to his chest like a lamb. Should I pull LP away from him? But the situation didn’t allow me much time to think. With a heavy heart, I walked straight to the door. I stood outside for more than ten seconds, but LP didn’t come out. “What are they doing? What if he rapes LP? Has he already penetrated her?” In those few seconds, all sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind. I couldn’t help but peek through the window in the door. He was holding LP from behind, his hands wriggling inside his T-shirt, his hard penis pressing tightly against her soft buttocks. LP was resisting, her hands pressing down on his hands, trying to stop him from going any further. His hands were still wriggling, his lips pressed against LP’s earlobe. This time she didn’t pull away, and seemed to say something to him. He slowly released his hands from LP, and I quickly turned around and took two steps forward. After a few seconds, LP pushed the door open and came out. “Why didn’t you save me just now!” LP was furious as soon as she saw me. “Which time?” I lit a cigarette. "Well...well..." My wife suddenly lost her earlier arrogance. "Honey, actually...actually...it's not like that." "What is it?" I looked into her eyes, my tone softening, but my gaze sharp. She seemed flustered, deliberately avoiding my gaze. "Let's go somewhere else." I noticed several waiters standing nearby; after all, this kind of topic wasn't suitable for public discussion. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, I quickly pulled my wife to a luxurious private room. We had been here before for company gatherings, and I had noticed that no one was in the restroom when we passed by earlier. There was a separate restroom inside. I pulled my wife in and locked the door. I hugged her from behind, just like others had done to her earlier, pressing my hard penis tightly against her soft buttocks. The difference was, she didn't resist. She knew my intention in bringing her here, and she clearly knew what I was going to do to her. She cooperated by rising on her tiptoes, sticking her buttocks up, and slightly swaying to meet my movements. I slipped my hands under her T-shirt, across her waist. Her bra wasn't fastened properly, still in the position of someone who had violated her. My hands easily bypassed her defenses, touching her nipples, my palms curved, tightly grasping her breasts. "What did he just say to you?" "He told me to come with him." She braced herself against the wall, burying her head between her arms. "And then?" "He wouldn't let me leave if I didn't agree." "So you agreed?" I lifted her short skirt with one hand. "Um... um... actually, it wasn't really an agreement." My wife hesitated. "Say it." My hand moved between her legs, her panties sticky. "I said I'd talk about it later, but he wouldn't let me go, so I agreed. Actually... actually... I didn't really agree in my heart." What did she mean by not really agreeing in her heart? She clearly desperately wanted it. Women can really pretend. Suddenly, a wave of jealousy surged through me. But in this situation, the jealousy mixed with desire actually excited me, my pants almost bursting. I released her and quickly pulled off her panties. "What happened today?" I asked, exploring her pubic area. "I don't know. I couldn't control myself... Honey, I really didn't mean to." My wife turned to look at me, her eyes seemingly apologetic. "Actually, it was when you were asleep..." My wife turned back, returning to her previous position. "He kept urging me to drink, rubbing his glass against my chest. I couldn't get angry, after all, he's your classmate." "Spread your legs." My wife obediently spread her legs, still allowing me to invade her private area. "And then?" I continued to ask her. "Then, then he took advantage of it and touched me..." "Where did he touch you?" I unzipped my pants. Her words, "touched me," sounded so pitiful, reigniting my lust. "He touched my legs, I pushed him away, but then I was afraid it would be awkward if you woke up, so I let him." "Hmm, continue." I found the right spot and gently slid into that bottomless abyss. "He touched my thighs, touched my breasts, and even unhooked my bra. Mmm... Husband, hurry up, ah!" A night of teasing finally culminated in this moment, and LP lost control once again. "He lifted my clothes, touched me, and kissed me. Ah! Husband." LP grabbed my hand and squeezed her breasts. "He kissed your LP's nipples, husband, he even licked them. Husband, hurry up, husband..." She had completely lost her mind at this point. She would do this sometimes, but today, this moment came especially quickly. I sped up. "He's on top of me, husband, he's on top of your LP. He wants to do me, husband." "Will you let him?" LP's words excited me to the extreme, and I accelerated wildly. "Let! Let! Husband, I'll let you both do it together." LP turned her head and kissed me, kissing me passionately. I held her waist and moved wildly, her breasts rising and falling with each thrust. "Ah!" LP's whole body was burning hot, and a high-pitched moan heralded her second orgasm of the night. I slowed down, sharing the moment with her; she was trembling. "Honey, hold me." I stopped moving, hugged her tightly from behind, and kissed her… I went back to the private room first. My classmate sat on the sofa, leisurely smoking and drinking. "So long? Did you go to the bathroom… hehe… by yourself… hmm?" My classmate smiled smugly at me. I ignored him and sat back down. "Exciting today, right? This woman is really…" He paused, then suddenly moved closer to me, grinning mischievously, "Honestly, have you… slept with her?" "Huh? Of course not!" "Really? Hehe…" He kept smiling at me. "Let's call it a day?" I took a sip of my drink. "It's getting late, and… besides, it'll be hard to get along with colleagues later." I admit, at this moment, I hesitated. After venting, I was much more clear-headed, and the thought of giving my lovely wife away was truly painful."Wait, what time is it? Everyone's just getting into the swing of things." He seemed a little anxious, moving closer to me again. "You know what? She just agreed to come with me." "Really?" I looked at him with feigned surprise. "Of course." He regained his smug expression. "Then I should go even more." "Don't you want to try this sexy, soft body?" He made a gesture while revealing a lewd smile. "I do want to, but..." Before I could finish speaking, the door was pushed open, and my wife floated in like a fairy, her floral dress swaying from side to side with her two fair legs. Her slightly flushed cheeks, paired with light lipstick, and her long black hair draped over her delicate pink shoulders, she walked gracefully, and a captivating fragrance wafted towards us. "Why did you take so long?" He looked at her affectionately and made way for her. "Just touched up my makeup." My wife smiled at us, without even the slightest hint of awkwardness. Sometimes, I truly admire women. They can be dignified and elegant, yet instantly transform into a seductive vixen; they can make you feel unattainable, then in the blink of an eye, they can feign pitifulness and elicit pity. She can make a man feel easily obtained, yet she can withdraw at any time; to me, her husband, she can satisfy my needs anytime, anywhere, yet I feel constantly insecure. My husband and I both covet this woman. He desires her beauty and body, while I crave novelty, excitement, and a lifelong emotional connection. Can one have both? My wife sat between us again. He continued to fawn over her, while she merely smiled and applauded him, occasionally gently pushing away his invasive hands. We sat there, chatting idly, time passing by. "Are you hungry?" he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder again. "Okay, let's go get something to eat." My wife stood up, ready to leave. Her action surprised us both. But then I realized she wanted to leave this awkward situation, and besides, she must be a little hungry. She usually doesn't eat or eats very little before going to public events, saying she needs to be hungry to be in her best condition. "There's still half a bottle of red wine, let's finish it before we go," he said, dividing the wine evenly. "Okay, bottoms up." LP finished hers in one gulp, picked up her bag, went to the door, and turned to look at us. "Okay, okay, bottoms up!" he said, downing his drink too. I don't know who could hold their liquor better, but I'm definitely not in their league. But there was nothing I could do at that moment, so I drank mine too. Stepping out of the KTV, I felt dizzy, a familiar feeling washing over me again. I staggered to the flowerbed, but just dry heaved, unable to vomit anything. "Are you alright?" they asked, supporting me on either side. "I'm fine... I'm fine... really fine." "Should I take you home?" LP asked with concern. "You can't manage alone, can you? Why don't we take him home together?" "No need, I'm really fine." "It's okay, I can take him home by myself." My wife knew that as soon as he came to our house, everything would be exposed. Even if he didn't come in, where would she go after dropping me off? "How about this, let's go to my room and buy some things to eat upstairs. Okay?" We couldn't refuse this suggestion at the time, it was the best solution among the worst. "The hotel is just ahead, a few steps away." They helped me walk slowly forward. Once in the room, I collapsed onto the bed, my head spinning, not even wanting to open my eyes. "You rest for a while, let's go buy some things to eat upstairs." He pulled my wife, trying to lead me out. "You go, he's drunk, I'll watch him." "I can't carry too much stuff, you should come with me." "I'm not going." "Go ahead." "Go ahead, go ahead, I'm fine." My head was already throbbing, and listening to their back-and-forth made me even more annoyed. "Are you really okay?" my wife asked with concern. "Okay. Go ahead, bring me a Coke." "Alright, wash your face if your head hurts." My wife pulled the blanket up to cover my stomach. "Don't catch a cold. Is there anything else you want to eat?" "Nothing, just Coke is fine." "Okay, we're leaving now." "Turn off the light, it's too bright." "Okay, we'll be right back. You rest." My wife's concern warmed my heart; her words of nagging at this moment were more precious than ever. Suddenly, my mind cleared, and the drunkenness dissipated considerably. Would he touch my wife? He definitely would! Would she resist? I don't know. What if he forced himself on her…? My wife's delicate body was no match for him. Wouldn't she? There were so many people on the street. He would kiss her! Would she accept? Would she cooperate? She was dressed so sexily, he could easily have her! What's wrong with a touch? Suddenly, images of him groping her flashed through my mind again: his hands wantonly fondling my wife's full breasts; his hands groping and thrusting inside her panties. If he had hugged her from behind like I did, would she have so easily pulled down her panties, letting him penetrate her completely…? Thinking of this, I shamefully became aroused. With a jolt, I sat bolt upright in bed. Using the light streaming in from the window, I observed the layout of the room: a rectangular room with two sofas and a round table on the left, placed side-by-side against the window. In the middle was a large bed, and on the right was the bathroom. Directly in front were a TV cabinet and a dressing table. Looking at my disheveled hair and haggard face in the mirror, I felt increasingly ashamed. My beautiful wife was with another man, and I could remain so indifferent. Frustrated, I got out of bed, lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa. Looking down the window, I saw several food stalls open for business; the room was on the second floor, so I could clearly see what was happening below. "Will they buy something here? Probably." I thought to myself. I checked my watch; it was exactly 11 o'clock. More than three hours had passed since my wife entered the KTV room, and so much had happened in those short three hours, all of it my doing. I wanted my wife to become a seductive woman, to fully display her charm in front of other men; I always thought I could accept it completely. But with the reality before my eyes, I hesitated. If I weren't drunk, I would have definitely ended this game. I took a few deep drags on my cigarette by the window; puffs of smoke swirled and danced in the air, clinging tightly to the cold glass, spreading outwards before quickly escaping through the window cracks… Wait! It's them! Why did it take so long? Did something happen? I jolted awake and peered down. In the gentle breeze, my wife's short skirt fluttered, her snow-white thighs faintly visible, her low-cut T-shirt revealing her fair shoulders, the black bra strap particularly striking in the night. They walked side by side, not arm in arm, not around the waist; aside from the occasional brush of their arms, there was virtually no physical contact. I breathed a sigh of relief. They must have searched all around before finding the food street behind the hotel; they certainly weren't sneaking around doing anything shady. My wife's sexy outfit certainly attracted the attention of the surrounding diners, with most men's eyes fixed on her. Her full hips and slender waist were dazzling under the streetlights, her two full breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her high heels. He should be very proud, with all the men's eyes on the woman beside him; she should be very proud, with all the men swooning over her. They found a table by the roadside and sat down. He leaned on the table, staring at my lovely wife; she held the menu, smiling broadly; the waiter, bending over, peered through her wide neckline, still reluctant to leave even after the order was placed. He was teasing her, and she kept giggling as she looked at his face. Normally, in front of most men, she was always so cold and aloof. This kind of man could definitely be considered a heartbreaker. Whether it was the alcohol or what I'd witnessed, my face felt slightly flushed, and my head ached. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and clear my head. In the bathroom, I didn't dare turn on the light, I don't know why. Was I afraid they'd know I was awake and miss a passionate scene? Actually, they couldn't possibly know which window was our room. At that moment, my thoughts were a mess, this chaotic feeling constantly haunting me. Reason was constantly battling with desire. The tap was running, and I buried my face in it, hoping the cold water could extinguish all my thoughts. I didn't want to think, and I didn't have the energy to think. I just wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep until dawn. I didn't want to know anything. What was meant to happen would happen. I just wanted to get far away from all of this. However, I was wrong. I didn't need to think; that window kept drawing me in, like a magnetic field pulling at my nerves. Those few minutes felt like an eternity. I couldn't help but return to that sofa, that window… Ah? They were kissing! He was caressing her waist, she was wrapped around his neck, they were pressed tightly together. His hands roamed over her body, she was enjoying his tenderness. I went to the bathroom and missed many details. Who initiated it? It must have been him. Did she resist? How long did they kiss? All of this is now lost to time.Minutes passed, and I missed a lot, including a chance to fully understand my wife. I hid behind the curtains, spying on them. The room was completely dark, and even though I knew they couldn't see me, I still covered most of my body with the curtains. They kept kissing, and his hand explored her breasts. Although I couldn't see every detail like in a high-definition film, I could still make out the general situation. My wife didn't resist at all, letting him caress her in full view of everyone. They were like a couple, entwined together. My heart pounded, and instinctively, I lit a cigarette behind the curtains and took a few deep drags. This distant spying wasn't as direct as in a karaoke bar, but the anger, jealousy, and long-awaited anticipation mixed together, as if my affair had been discovered. Before I knew it, my desire surged again, and all my previous rationality vanished in an instant. They continued, and I dared not leave for a moment. Time ticked by, and they didn't make any further moves, but I longed to see an even more intense scene. I watched as he unhooked my wife's bra and pulled down her panties, her voluptuous body exposed layer by layer under the dim streetlights. I wanted to see a man unleash his primal, wolfish nature in front of his beautiful wife, not this demure, tender display. After what seemed like an eternity, they separated. My wife straightened her clothes, while he, seemingly unsatisfied, held her hand and whispered in her ear. My wife gently pushed him away and shook her head, but he leaned in again, repeating this several times. I don't know what they said, but I saw my wife quickly glance around and move closer to him. Her hands went to her chest, grasping her collar and gently pulling it open. Ah? She actually… my wife actually willingly pulled open her collar to let another man see her breasts. My blood boiled again. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands clutching her wide collar like a docile lamb. He lowered his head, greedily gazing at the beautiful sight before him. This scene lasted for almost a minute, and in that short minute, my blood surged through my veins. They separated again, sitting upright. He was no longer satisfied with these superficial things; he longed for her completely. For over three hours, she had been passionately passionate and icy towards him, a thousand times more difficult than simple seduction. She wasn't skilled in this art, but my presence made her performance almost perfect. For him, a fair and tender body had been before his eyes all night; he knew every inch of her skin intimately. His eyes, his hands, his tongue had tasted it countless times, and each time he thought he could easily capture her, she would quickly turn cold. He failed time and time again, but he started again, undeterred. I must say he was a man of strong will. What made him so determined, so persistent despite repeated failures? The answer must be this beautiful married woman whom everyone wanted to kiss. The waiter brought over the packed food, his gaze lingering on his wife's neckline for a few seconds. After paying, he put his arm around her waist and left the food stall, like a couple, sweet and affectionate. He definitely won't give up so easily. I thought to myself, where could it be? A dark alley? Or… yes, they'll definitely bring the food back. I quickly grabbed the ashtray from the table and went to the bathroom, emptied the ashes into the toilet, washed the ashtray with water, and put it back. I carefully restored everything I had touched—the curtains, the tables and chairs—to their original positions. I quickly returned to bed, put away my shoes, and pulled the covers over myself. I lay on the side closest to the bathroom, just as they had left. I knew nothing, saw nothing, and everything that had happened was irrelevant to me; I was just sleeping. I lay motionless on the bed, my eyes closed. What was I doing? Even a couple having an affair could do it openly, so why was I being so secretive? I didn't know; my thoughts were a mess, and I had no idea what was controlling me. Time seemed to drag on. I eagerly awaited his sudden opening of the door, his ruthless stripping of her clothes, his pounce on my delicate wife like a hungry wolf, and his groveling on her soft body. LP spread her legs, letting him move up and down on her, her breath coming in gasps and moans. Wasn't this what I'd been waiting for? My heart pounded; even in this warm season, I was trembling. Time flowed slowly, like a stream; I couldn't measure the time, but it had definitely been a long time. My emotions slowly calmed, and my heartbeat returned to normal. This was good; otherwise, everyone would know I was pretending to be asleep. Could they be in the alley? I started to feel uneasy again. The beeping of the key card opening quickly pulled me from my chaotic thoughts. "It's them, it must be them." At that moment, my IQ seemed to plummet. If it wasn't them, who else could it be? They couldn't have done anything; perhaps they were just flirting and caressing each other in a secluded place. They came in, very quietly. I closed my eyes tightly, barely daring to breathe through my nose. LP called my name softly, and I didn't dare move. They didn't turn on the light, just gently put the things down. "He's asleep." It was his voice. "Mmm." LP's voice. Next came the sounds of embracing and kissing, not loud, but their heavy breathing was clearly audible. "I want you," he said. "Mmm...no." LP seemed to struggle, accompanied by the sound of clothes being torn and then thrown onto the sofa. "Your skin is so smooth." "No..." Besides LP's heavy breathing and the few words squeezed out between her teeth, there were only the sounds of their intertwined bodies. "Your breasts are so big, so comfortable." LP must be completely naked, or at least half-naked. Their upper bodies must be pressed together. I felt an unusual swelling in my lower body. "Ah..." LP moaned softly. He must be teasing her nipples, her most sensitive spot. "No..." came another muffled groan from LP. "Take them off, don't wrinkle them." "No...ah..." I felt the bed sink, followed by a struggle, then the sound of belts being unbuckled and clothes being thrown. Both of them were completely naked? So fast? LP was stripped naked so quickly? A few minutes ago, I expected him to pounce on my wife like a hungry wolf, but now, as the moment approaches, I feel conflicted. My wife is indeed beautiful, sexy, and somewhat wanton, but kindness and virtue are also her essence. In just a few minutes, she's naked and exposed to a man she's only known for a few hours. Perhaps she's afraid of waking me; she doesn't want me to see her in such a disheveled state. Perhaps she thinks she has my tacit approval and can have any kind of relationship with this man. Should I stop her? If I stop her, it can still be salvaged; my wife is still my one and only, her body still mine. If I let it go, she will be making love with another man, right next to her husband. That handsome man, but whose soul isn't particularly noble, will soon treat her as a delicious meal, ravaging her and unleashing all his lust on her. She might be happy, but he will be even happier. And me? Will I be happy? I really don't know. Those who haven't experienced that moment can't truly understand. As all my fantasies are about to become reality, I waver once again. I strained to open my eyes, hoping to see something. But I couldn't see anything except the pitch-black bathroom. The whole room was dark, except for the few streetlights streaming in from the window. I dared not move, searching for any reflection within the space where my eyes could move, hoping to glimpse what was behind me. But it was all in vain. I suddenly remembered there was a dressing table directly opposite me; even with just a little light, I could see everything behind it. But I dared not move, despite my burning desire to know everything. I dared to open my eyes wide, but I still dared not move, frozen in place, my heart pounding like a thousand ants. Suddenly, I felt something moving behind me, and that familiar scent slowly approached. It was my wife's scent. What was she doing? She must be checking to see if I was asleep. She felt guilty; although desire had overcome reason, she still considered herself my wife and shouldn't let me see this. Even if she knew, not now, not when a female animal is in heat. I quickly closed my eyes. In just a few minutes, I had mastered the control over my eyelid movements, meaning I could keep my eyes slightly open without any facial expression, as if I were sound asleep. My wife's arm wrapped around my body, bracing herself on the other side of the bed, and she moved closer. She didn't dare touch me, afraid of waking me. I opened my eyes slightly again. I was sure she couldn't see me in this light; she could only judge my sleep by my breathing. But even if she knew I wasn't asleep, she wouldn't stop this game. The die was cast; she wouldn't stop unless I stood up to stop her. Women are women; they can't be so meticulous, but this ritual was still necessary to ease her anxiety.Sure enough, LP's upper body was completely naked. Her two full breasts were fully exposed to the air. Due to her position, her two plump breasts were gently pressed against the blanket. The light was dim, and I couldn't see her facial expression, but I could clearly see her two breasts trembling slightly. I had already caressed and sucked on her breasts countless times, and they looked especially alluring in this environment. I really wanted to give them a good squeeze. "Tell you he's asleep. He sleeps very soundly at school, and he won't wake up no matter how much you disturb him." "Hmm...sigh, pull me over, I can't get over." Since the weight was all on her hands, it was indeed a bit difficult for LP to crawl over without touching me. "Hmm, okay." A pair of large hands reached out and stopped on LP's breasts. "Pull me over." LP's voice was not loud. Since entering the room, she had been speaking in a low voice. Such a voice sounded extremely delicate and endearing. "Your big boobs feel so good to touch." He said as he vigorously rubbed them. "Hmm, you're naughty!" This was the first time I had heard LP act coquettishly towards him today. Perhaps they were like this when they were alone, only holding back in front of me. "I want to come in." He pressed his entire body against LP's back, his hands still playing with her two large breasts, kneading them vigorously. Her breasts deformed under his ministrations, her nipples peeking out from between his fingers, only to be tightly pinched back. "No, I can't take it anymore." LP's voice rose an octave. "Oh." He was somewhat disappointed, but still pulled her closer, supporting her breasts. Darkness returned; even with my eyes wide open, it was still darkness. A dark ceiling, dark walls. "Mmm...mmm..." LP murmured softly. Her nipples, earlobes, and armpits were sensitive areas, but under a stranger she'd only known for a few hours, simple physical contact was enough to make her overflow with desire, let alone someone as experienced as him. "I want to take a shower," LP said. "After you're done." "No. I have to shower." "Why do I have to shower? You smell so good." He hadn't stopped caressing LP; I could feel him constantly moving against her body. "It's all because of you... um... so many times." "You've gotten wet so many times, haven't you? Haha." He let out his signature lewd laugh again. "Let me touch it, sigh, it's wet again." "Don't touch it, ugh... you're so annoying." Thinking of my wife being teased by him while she was naked, I felt a surge of jealousy and wanted to punch him. But then I thought, haven't I been treating the woman beneath me the same way? Actually, women enjoy being teased by men in bed; even the crudest words are considered flirtatious in bed. "Don't move, let me touch it again." I felt our bodies writhing. "I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going to take a shower." My wife broke free from his grasp. "The slippers are here." He rummaged through the bedside table and pulled out slippers. "Let's shower together." "No." Then came the sound of her getting out of bed and putting on her slippers. I quickly closed my eyes slightly, just like before, leaving a slit open. The footsteps passed the TV cabinet and the dressing table, gradually approaching my side. I strained to keep my eyes open, staring at the space less than two meters between the bed and the bathroom. She came closer, and the first thing I saw was my wife's full breasts, swaying with each step. She walked past, revealing her back and buttocks. Sigh, wearing underwear? My wife's transparent underwear hugged her round buttocks. I suddenly understood. Every time he touched her genitals, she resisted fiercely; she just didn't want him to notice the traces of another man inside her. My brief encounter with my wife at the karaoke bar had left a large amount of semen inside her. Although she cleaned herself in the bathroom for a long time, the smell was still hard to mask. She wanted to offer her new lover a clean and fragrant body. The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and the light was turned on. Instantly, the whole room became much brighter. "Don't come in," my wife turned around and smiled at the person behind me. "Okay, um... but let me see your genitals." The voice came from behind me. "No way!" My wife's angry voice was so sweet. Bang! The door slammed shut. But less than two seconds later, the door opened again. LP stood half-naked in the doorway, her slightly exposed teeth gently biting her lip. Her left hand twirled around her nipple, her legs crossed, and her right fingers slowly slid from her thigh to the edge of her panties. She tilted her hips slightly outward and gently tugged at her panties, the downward force making her buttocks glimpse faintly. She turned her hips completely towards us, leaning forward, her hands resting on the top edge of her panties. She slowly bent her knees, her panties slipping down inch by inch until her entire buttocks were fully exposed before us. Her full, flawless buttocks, the black between her legs even more alluring. The transparent panties fell between her legs, and her fingers once again moved up her thighs, gliding over the black forest, over her buttocks, over her waist, before she fully opened her palm and grasped her right breast. She turned her head and smiled, her hand still slightly twitching as she grasped her right breast. "Is it pretty?" Her soft voice drowned out the breathing behind me. "Pretty...you can..." Before she could finish speaking, the door closed again. "Don't peek." A voice came from inside the glass door. A moment later, the sound of running water filled the air, but outside remained silent. I finally dared to open my eyes fully and carefully observe the bathroom through the light. Like a budget hotel, it had frosted glass about a meter high. Through the frosted glass, I could vaguely see outlines inside, but the shower stall had a sliding door, making it impossible to discern anything. Above the frosted glass was a row of transparent glass with the hotel logo printed on it; through the gaps in the lettering, I could clearly see the ceiling and chandelier. This silence lasted less than a minute before the man behind me began to stir. He seemed to stand up and walk forward step by step on the bed. He came to where I was standing, peering inside. He was standing naked, his right hand still lightly stroking his genitals—not very thick, but very long. My wife was about to be conquered by this ugly thing, and I felt a pang of reluctance, but the memory of her wanton removal of her underwear rekindled my passion. After fiddling around for a while, perhaps no longer satisfied with this voyeurism, he tiptoed out of bed and went to the bedside table next to me, taking out another pair of slippers. Was he going to go in? Didn't he promise not to? Didn't he agree so readily? My heart started pounding again. A mature and beautiful woman and a naked man—I didn't want to think about it anymore, and I couldn't help but think about it, because the door had already opened… A cloud of steam instantly enveloped the somewhat dark-skinned man, and in an instant, the steam was blocked again, and the door closed once more. "Ah!" A scream came from inside the glass door, followed by the sound of the shower door opening and closing, and then everything returned to normal, with only a trickle of water. There was no obstruction, and there could be no more resistance, at least not even the slightest sound of struggle. In that small space, they were also naked, and my wife's petite body was probably already in his arms. His hard genitals were rubbing against something, his hands lingering on some unknown part of my skin. The bright light illuminated the alluring bodies, and even the gentle flow of water couldn't extinguish the fire in my heart. What were they doing? I didn't know. I wanted to peek through the transparent glass, but my legs felt like they weighed a ton; my heart felt like a million ants were crawling inside me, yet I remained motionless. I was afraid they would see me. If they suddenly appeared and saw me, what was I doing? Was I spying? My wife was bathing naked with another man, and my husband was standing outside the door spying. Everyone has a dark side, but that side is something they never want to be discovered. I didn't want them to see me. Struggling, struggling, time ticked by, my body stiff on the bed. In fact, with just a simple movement, every detail inside would be laid bare, but I still didn't move. My heart was pounding, but my limbs were numb. Suddenly, the shower door opened. The sound of running water stopped, and slippers slapped against the wet floor. Were they drying themselves? Who was drying whom? How were they drying? I had no energy to think about these things; my mind was blank. A series of hurried footsteps approached. I strained my eyes, trying to see through the frosted glass. I could only see shadows, two shadows that were initially some distance apart now pressed tightly together. An indescribable sound emanated from within, whether it was a kiss or the rubbing of skin. I tried to discern whether the two figures were rising and falling, but no. There was no sound of bodies colliding. Slowly, slowly, they continued their intimacy, as if time had stood still. This night had gone from ambiguous to wanton. Should this wantonness end or continue? End? Had his wife's body actually been taken? If so, ending it now would be meaningless. Continue? Continue? She had never been like this before.Sexy and alluring, captivating and seductive, especially the way she pulled down her panties kept replaying in my mind. She was currently entangled naked with a man. Let it continue, let it continue, let this depravity come even more thoroughly. The bathroom door opened, and I tightly closed my eyes. In that instant between opening the door and closing my eyes, two naked bodies flashed by… “Turn off the light,” my wife’s voice said. One body gently fell behind me, and then another body gently pressed down on top of me. When I opened my eyes again, the room was completely dark. I tried to make out the sounds coming from behind me while trying to adjust to the darkness again. The two bodies were writhing wildly, the blanket had been moved all the way behind me, pressed tightly against my back, pressing against my body while also bringing a sense of security. My wife’s moans were incessant, and the writhing became more and more intense. I no longer had the energy to think about those so-called moral boundaries; my mind was filled with the erotic scene behind me. What was the difference between this and ordinary physical contact? Wasn’t it just sensitive parts coming together? Afterwards, neither of us would feel any loss. She was still the same person, and he was leaving this city. At this moment, I felt a sense of relief. Throughout the night, lust had repeatedly overcome my reason, but at this moment, I felt as if I had finally let go of my burdens. I knew there was a mirror opposite me, and I could definitely see what was happening behind me through it. I truly regretted not moving when they went to the bathroom. Even if I had only adjusted my position by 10 centimeters, I would have been able to see what I was doing. "I'm coming in." "Mmm." LP's voice was already indistinct. This scene was about to unfold, and I felt my heart leap out of my chest, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Ah..." LP's long moan indicated that she had been taken by him. The bed shook incessantly, and the person behind me kept writhing, accompanied by LP's slightly low moans, filling the air with an atmosphere of lewdness. LP was clearly lowering her voice, because this was completely unlike her usual unrestrained style. I slowly turned my body towards them, eager to see this long-awaited scene. Millimeter by millimeter, I felt my movements were already quite large, yet my gaze was still a long way from the mirror. "Your breasts look so beautiful when they bounce." He continued his vigorous movements, and my wife's moans grew more urgent. "You're squeezing me so comfortably." My wife remained silent; her moans were the best reward for him. The rhythm of the thrusting grew faster, the bed vibrated more intensely, and I felt like I was about to be bounced up; I had lost control. I searched for their pattern, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. At the very moment of the deepest thrust, I quickly twisted my body, as if I were being springed up, changing from a completely side-lying position to a semi-reclining position. "Hurry up." My wife's voice was slightly tense; she probably sensed my movements. "You like it fast?" His voice rose an octave. "Shh... um, hurry up." The movements noticeably quickened, and the bed shook rapidly. In this position, I could see half of the mirror; the man was thrusting vigorously. I could only see the man's body and the woman's legs. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her body was definitely enjoying his thrusts. "Your body drives me crazy, I can't take it anymore." The man sped up again. "Mmm...don't ejaculate inside." In the mirror, she desperately twisted her legs to meet his final frenzy. "Faster, faster." LP twisted her body with all her might. "Ah..." After a low roar, the man calmed down, and the whole room returned to silence. "Kiss me, kiss me." LP's hands went around his neck and pressed him tightly against her body. Another round of entanglement. "I told you not to ejaculate inside." "Too late." The man's tone was tinged with laughter. "Mmm." LP seemed very tired. "I'm going to wash up, I'm all sweaty." He slowly moved away from LP's body. "Want to wash together?" "You go first, I'll wait." LP was still so weak. The man's figure left the mirror, leaving only the woman. She lay there, wiping herself with a tissue in her right hand. The bathroom light was on, and the door was closed, leaving only my wife and me in the room. The light made her reflection in the mirror even clearer. She slowly sat up, her breasts swaying gently. She changed the tissues several times to wipe away the remaining liquid. She sat there, head slightly lowered, her long hair disheveled, still beautiful, still sexy, but with an indescribable quality, a hint of worn-out beauty. She braced herself on the bed, slowly raising her body, I didn't know if she wanted to take a shower or something else. My desire had reached its peak; I had completely lost control. Just as she was about to leave the bed, driven by some unknown force, I quickly sat up. She was startled, frozen in place. Her body, which had tried to leave the bed, stiffened. My hands reached from behind her back to her chest, quickly pulling her naked, warm body in front of me. She didn't move, didn't dare look at me, didn't say a word, letting me violate her body. "Lie down," I said, my voice trembling slightly. LP obediently lay down, her snow-white, voluptuous body once again resting in the same spot. Her face was turned to the side, covered by her hair, so I couldn't see her expression. Was it shame, innocence, or the flush of passion? I quickly stripped off all my clothes and just as quickly lay down beside LP's sexy body. I was trembling, not from the cold, and she was trembling too, certainly not from the cold. My hands roamed over her body, my lips lingering between her breasts. Her body stood upright, though still so supple. I wanted to lie on top of her, just like that man. I felt I must look shameless, shamelessly venting my lust. I couldn't use the same position as that man, because I didn't want her to see my face; I didn't know what was written on my face. I didn't want to see her face either; I didn't want to see those heartbreaking tear stains. "Turn to your side." LP obediently turned her body again. I lay on my side behind her, my left hand around her neck, twisting her breast, my right hand lifting her right leg. Actually, I didn't even need to do anything; LP had already taken the initiative to get into position. She knew what she had to do; a woman who had just pleased one man would now use her body to satisfy another. It was easy to penetrate deeply; I knew this lubricant contained the bodily fluids of three men. It felt so good, an indescribable pleasure. "Husband," my wife's voice was hoarse. I ignored her, just gently thrusting. "Husband, I was out of my mind today. I don't..." My wife's voice trembled with tears. I felt a pang of reluctance, and gently covered her mouth. My hands moved to her breasts, kneading them forcefully, my lower body still moving mechanically. "Husband, I love you, husband, please forgive me, okay?" My wife's words quickened, her hips responding eagerly to my thrusts. "Wife, I love you too." Actually, her beautiful body was something I could never bear to give up, even if she were a fallen woman, even if she had slept with countless men, I would still be infatuated with such a body for the rest of my life. "Husband, um, husband." Her face turned towards me, indeed bearing traces of tears. "Don't leave me." She said, then pressed her lips to mine. "Husband, fuck me, husband." Her hands gripped my hands tightly against her chest, her lips raining down on every corner of my face, her hips convulsing wildly. "Husband, I'm all yours." The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and my wife's body, which had just been so unrestrained, stopped again. I felt her stiffness once more. "Husband..." she hesitated. "Don't say anything." I continued thrusting, returning my wife to her previous position, my arms tightly around her. The bathroom door opened. There was no gasp of surprise, only footsteps slowly approaching. My wife's moans seemed t

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