Be careful when your wife is working overtime.

"Honey, are you off work yet? I'm getting so impatient!" my husband asked anxiously on the phone.
He had just returned from a business trip, and we had promised to have a wild time tonight.
I replied somewhat helplessly, "I'm so sorry, a client urgently needed some documents, so I have to work overtime and might be home late."
"Oh, is that so? Okay then, you go ahead and get busy, I'll wait for you."
My husband continued, sounding a little dejected, "Honey, I brought you back a lot of sexy lingerie and stockings. You have to wear them for me when you get back."
My face immediately turned red, and I whispered, "You're so naughty! Okay, I'll definitely wear them for you when I get back, and you can see as much as you want." "After hanging up the phone, I went to the changing room.
Actually, the company was holding a cocktail party tonight.
A few days ago, leaders from the head office in another city came to inspect the company, so we planned a party.
One reason was to strengthen relationships with the head office leaders, and the other was to pave the way for my own promotion. So, all the managers and supervisors from various departments requested to stay and attend.
I had to say I had to work overtime.
I took off my shirt and tight skirt, then my bra, thong, and pantyhose, and took out a prepared evening gown.
I didn't wear a bra, just a pair of black, crotchless pantyhose, and then put on the evening gown.
I was a little nervous. Although I often attend cocktail parties without a bra, I still feel a strange mix of nervousness and excitement every time.
Arriving at the hotel, I entered the cocktail party hall.
Many people were already there—company and head office leaders, colleagues..." There were also leaders from other companies that collaborated with our company, making it quite lively.
I took a glass of red wine and walked into the crowd. My deep V-neck halter evening dress revealed my deep cleavage, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, my breasts swayed up and down with my movements.
The skirt had a high slit on one side, and when I walked or sat down, one thigh covered in pantyhose was fully displayed, all the way to the upper thigh.
The men around me immediately noticed me, excitedly watching my every move, and began to chat intimately with me.
One of them, surnamed Qiao, was the most enthusiastic. He was a manager from the head office, responsible for the daily arrangements of this inspection.
He chatted with me while excitedly staring at my cleavage.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over with a smile.
Manager Qiao immediately introduced him to me with a beaming smile: "This is General Manager Wang from the head office." General Manager Wang nodded and glanced at Manager Qiao.
He immediately said tactfully, "Oh, General Manager Wang, then you two chat, I have other things to attend to." "After saying that, she walked away somewhat reluctantly.
Mr. Wang and I sat on a sofa in a corner and started chatting.
Because we were sitting, the deep V-neckline exposed even more of my cleavage, and I could already see the edges of my breasts.
The slit in her pants was also stretched wide, revealing my thighs, which were covered in pantyhose, all the way to my hips.
Mr. Wang stared at me excitedly, chatting incoherently.
Then, the music started and the lights dimmed.
Mr. Wang pulled me to the dance floor, and we started dancing with the others.
At first, it was fine, but as the lights dimmed further, I felt Mr. Wang holding me tighter and tighter.
My breasts were pressed tightly against Mr. Wang's chest, and they were squeezed so tightly that they almost popped out of the V-neckline.
Mr. Wang's hand touched my back, and he whispered, "Such a smooth back, you're so sexy, are you not wearing a bra?" My face immediately turned red.
Seeing that I didn't answer, Mr. Wang knew he'd guessed right, and his hand continued to move downwards, quickly reaching my buttocks.
My buttocks, tightly wrapped in my skirt, were being touched by him, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
"Your buttocks are so bouncy, so smooth, you must not be wearing underwear, right? You're so sexy! I never expected to meet such a sexy young woman at the branch office," Mr. Wang whispered as he touched my buttocks.
I became even more embarrassed and whispered, "No, don't touch me anymore, someone will see us, you're so naughty." "Mr. Wang smiled and released me.
But then he pulled me away from the lobby. I noticed that Manager Qiao was also watching me intently as Mr. Wang led me away.
Mr. Wang led me to a secluded corner of a corridor where there was a restroom.
He led me into the women's restroom, which wasn't very big. We went into the innermost stall.
Mr. Wang locked the small door of the stall, then suddenly hugged me and began to kiss me passionately.
While kissing me, he used one hand to rub my breasts through my tank top, and the other hand to reach inside my slit and touch my thigh.
I said nervously and excitedly, 'Ah...no...Mr. Wang...don't...you can't...you're so bad...' Although I resisted verbally..." But my body was completely at Mr. Wang's mercy, enjoying his kisses and caresses.
Mr. Wang held my small hands tightly in one large hand, and wrapped his other arm around my soft, slender waist. He began to gently kiss my neck, sometimes licking it lightly with his tongue, sometimes blowing softly on my ear, teasing my desire. My
struggles were futile. I wanted to resist, but my whole body was weak and limp, unable to muster any strength.
My waist twisted, seemingly resisting, yet also seemingly yielding, and I murmured softly, "Ah... um... no... don't... Mr. Wang... quickly... quickly let me go... ah... ah..." "
Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang actually let go of me.
Although I was a little puzzled, I still naturally began to tidy up my disheveled long hair.
But suddenly, while I was tidying up my flowing hair, Mr. Wang grabbed my neck, making it impossible for me to struggle.
Before I could even groan, his lips pressed against mine, kissing my delicate mouth. I let out a soft 'Ah...'.
As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wang's cunning tongue seized the opportunity to slip into my mouth, eagerly sucking the nectar from my lips.
Under Mr. Wang's continuous licking and passionate kisses, I gradually gave in, taking advantage of the gaps in the kiss to exhale wisps of alluring breath." Moaning, "Ah...ah...um..." I wrapped my fair arms around Mr. Wang's thick neck. His forceful kiss gradually transformed into a passionate, intertwined kiss, our tongues chasing each other, our saliva mingling...
A decadent atmosphere instantly filled the small partition!
Seeing my cooperation, Mr. Wang was overjoyed. He suddenly reached out his right hand and touched my high, firm breast. In an instant, one alluring breast was in his large hand...
My whole body went numb, and my soft breaths became quite urgent: "Ah...no...there...not there...don't touch there...there...ah...ah..." Mr. Wang wantonly kneaded my high, firm breast.
What an alluring young woman! Mr. Wang could feel the amazing elasticity of those tender breasts!
His other hand was not to be outdone, sliding down to my full buttocks, squeezing and kneading, eliciting soft moans from my chest.
Mr. Wang excitedly ripped off my tank top, his two hands directly grasping my soft breasts.
The moment my sensitive breasts were grasped directly by the man's warm hands, I cried out in surprise, "Ah..." Instantly, I felt my nipples harden and stand erect, pressing against Mr. Wang's palm, as if welcoming his caresses.
A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, coursed through my body, reaching my private parts between my legs. My plump thighs, tightly bound by my dress, writhed and rubbed together.
My struggles only fueled Mr. Wang's arousal. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my thighs, exposed by the slit in my pantyhose, my normally snow-white skin now flushed and glistening. One hand slipped between my twisting thighs, forcefully advancing towards my most alluring center.

Mr. Wang's large hand smoothly covered my private parts, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing my full, protruding labia. The hot, moist touch aroused him greatly.
"Ah... um... no... don't..." My moans fueled Mr. Wang's desire.
While his right hand frantically kneaded my breasts, his left hand began to rub my labia tightly.
"No...no...Mr. Wang...please...ah..." I gasped, my body writhing alluringly.
Mr. Wang easily pushed me onto the toilet seat beside him, removing my evening gown. Amid my screams of "Ah...ah...", my two firm, white breasts bounced out, their nipples already engorged and erect, trembling shyly.
My thighs, encased in black pantyhose, were even more alluring, my black pubic hair neatly displayed.
Mr. Wang pressed heavily against my soft body, one hand kneading my breast while his lips tightly engulfed the tip of my other tender nipple.
My face flushed, I gasped for breath, and involuntarily wrapped my arms around Mr. Wang, arching my head against his chest. My long, slender legs wrapped around his strong waist, my body twisting and swaying uncontrollably, perhaps trying to break free… or perhaps wanting more tenderness…
Mr. Wang's fingers skillfully caressed my wet, pink labia between my thighs, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, he thrust into my slippery, muddy entrance. With a long, soul-stirring moan, my thick, long fingers disappeared into the depths of my tight, warm vagina.
My hands tightened around his head, which was still ravaging my chest, then opened weakly. Under the thrusting of Mr. Wang's fingers, my cherry lips gasped repeatedly, my legs kicked incessantly, and my lower body made churning sounds like water being stirred in a well.

Mr. Wang, while ogling my naked body, quickly stripped off his own clothes.
I opened my eyes slightly and was shocked to find that Mr. Wang, a middle-aged man, still possessed a powerful physique. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with well-developed pectoral muscles and a long, dark brown penis protruding between his thick thighs, looking menacing and terrifying…
I gasped weakly, “Ah…” The blush that had been fading suddenly returned to my face, filled with shame and fear. I tightly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer.
Mr. Wang pressed down on me, supporting my round, white buttocks, and aimed his erect penis at my already wet vulva.
The hot, large glans trembled and quivered against my entrance. I felt as if ants were crawling inside me, an emptiness and discomfort.
“Please…no…don’t…” I pleaded weakly, unable to resist.
“Was that good? It’ll get even better…” Mr. Wang teased me with flirtatious words.
But his actions stopped teasing; he was also feeling the discomfort of his own erection.
His penis parted my thin lips, powerfully thrusting deep into my vagina along the slippery surface.
"Ah...ouch...it hurts...ah..." A full yet painful sensation washed over me, and I gasped, my delicate lips parting in surprise. My hands involuntarily tightened around Mr. Wang's waist, my thighs clamping shut, trying to stop his thrusts.
My face paled, and my whole body trembled.
When his penis reached the very core of my being, Mr. Wang also let out a roar: "Ah..." It felt so good, like heaven. He felt as if his penis was tightly enveloped by something, hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls gently pulsating, sucking on his glans, both numb and tingling.
Even after several years of marriage, my vagina was still very tight; his penis felt wonderful inside.
Mr. Wang muttered under his breath, "Damn it, your husband's lucky. He gets to be fucked like this all the time. You're so slutty. I'm going to fuck you good today."
I felt the penis penetrating my body, hot, thick, hard, and cunning. It seemed to have a life of its own, moving on its own without its master's command. Even when I tried to hold it tightly, it was useless, making me uncontrollably let out soft moans.
Then, Mr. Wang began to thrust rapidly, his penis withdrawing from my opening and then thrusting all the way to the bottom, growing hotter and thicker with each thrust.
After hundreds of thrusts, my moans had turned into cries of pleasure.
"Oh...oh...Mr. Wang...you...oh...too hard..."
"Ah...ah...so good...so deep...so beautiful...so beautiful...I...I'm going to die."
Mr. Wang looked at me, lost in my moans, and smiled slyly. All his efforts had paid off; it was truly amazing!
He continued his steady and powerful pounding on the woman's sensitive clitoris, lowering his head to take one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she writhed in response, into his mouth.
"Ah...ah...I'm going to...I'm coming...I'm going to die..."
Suddenly, Mr. Wang cooperated, his glans thrusting deep into my cervix, his teeth gently biting my erect nipple.
My vagina suddenly tightened, my cervix scraping and sucking against the man's thick glans. Mr. Wang felt a surge of heat hitting his glans, a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and he couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He thrust his glans deep inside me with pleasure, letting out a low growl as thick semen shot out.
I felt the glans, pressed tightly against my clitoris, suddenly release a powerful stream of heat, the tingling pleasure reaching my very core. I cried out, "Ah..." feeling as if I were floating, then collapsed, panting, my eyes glazed over.
Mr. Wang, panting, admired the way I looked after he had finished with me.
Semen continued to flow from my vagina. Mr. Wang, satisfied, dressed and kissed and licked my breasts, thighs, and buttocks again before reluctantly leaving the bathroom.
I stood up weakly, wiped myself clean, dressed, and carefully checked myself in the bathroom mirror before returning to the party hall.
The party was nearing its end, and Mr. Wang, who had been frantically having sex with me, was now speaking on a makeshift stage.
It suddenly struck me as somewhat ridiculous.
"Beautiful lady, you've finally appeared! Where were you? I've been looking for you."
I was startled; Manager Qiao was already standing behind me, still staring at me excitedly, though I felt there was something strange in his gaze.

The party ended, and I was discussing how to get home with a few other girls when Manager Qiao and several male colleagues approached.
He said, "With the leaders around, everyone seemed a bit reserved and didn't quite have enough fun. How about we have a private party at my apartment?"
He looked at me expectantly as he spoke. Although I still wanted to go home as soon as possible, the girl dragged me along.
I saw Manager Qiao smile with satisfaction.
Upon arriving at Manager Qiao's apartment, everyone immediately relaxed, some singing, some dancing. Manager Qiao offered me a glass of red wine, and we chatted as we drank.
The reason I didn't join in the singing and dancing was simply because I had just been with Boss Wang and my body hadn't recovered.
While chatting with Manager Qiao, my exposed thighs would occasionally tremble.
Time flies when you're having fun, and soon everyone was exhausted from the revelry. We'd drunk enough, and people started getting up to leave, soon leaving only Manager Qiao and me in the room.
"You're very sexy, really. All the men were watching you just now," Manager Qiao said, staring at my slightly flushed face, flushed from the alcohol.
"Thank you, Manager Qiao. I think I should take my leave too." I got up to leave, but as soon as I stood up from the sofa, I felt a wave of dizziness and immediately collapsed back onto the sofa.
I didn't know if it was because I hadn't recovered my strength or because I had drunk too much.
Manager Qiao immediately leaned closer with concern, quietly asking if I was alright. I closed my eyes slightly, and he stared at my breasts, rising and falling with my breath.

Manager Qiao moved closer to me and whispered, "You seem very tired, my little beauty. Were you too exhausted in the restroom?"
Hearing this, I immediately tensed up. Had he seen me making love with President Wang?
Before I could react, Manager Qiao had already embraced me. "My darling, you're so seductive. I was masturbating while watching, it felt both good and bad. Now I'm going to enjoy your alluring body." He then began kissing me passionately.
I moaned weakly, "Ah...ah...no...you...how did you see...?"
Manager Qiao had already slipped his hand inside my tank top and grabbed one of my breasts.
“Baby, you don’t know, I sneaked into the cubicle next to yours where you were having sex. Standing on the toilet, I could see you and Mr. Wang having sex right there. You looked so lewd being fucked in your pantyhose. Actually, Mr. Wang saw me later, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept fucking you. It was so exciting.” My face turned even redder. So I had just been fucked, and another man was watching. I was speechless.
At this moment, I was lying naked on Manager Qiao’s sofa, only wearing pantyhose on my thighs. I didn’t even realize how he had taken off my skirt.
“Baby, I want to fuck you in your pantyhose too. You look so lewd right now.” Manager Qiao also took off his clothes.

Because I was too tired from being fucked, I could only lie on the sofa and let Manager Qiao do as he pleased.
Manager Qiao was very direct. He gently pulled his penis out a little, grabbed my two long legs, and with a few twists and turns, with my cries of “Ah…ah…”, his penis smoothly and completely penetrated me.
Manager Qiao looked at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and my bright eyes instantly flushed red with embarrassment. I closed them tightly, unable to meet his gaze.
He lifted my full thighs, placing my long, shapely legs on his shoulders.
His glans pressed deep into my vagina, and his hands moved to my alluring breasts, gently and skillfully caressing them.
My nipples were wantonly pulled and kneaded, but the more he caressed them, the more erect they became, stubbornly defying his ravaging.
I breathed softly, feeling my tender breasts swell more and more under his caresses, a tingling sensation mixed with a slight pain.
"Ah..." With a cry of pain, he suddenly gripped my breast tightly, thrusting his hips forward, his thick, hard penis pumping, striking my sensitive clitoris again and again.
Manager Qiao thrust forcefully with triumph, his hands kneading my elastic breasts.
My face flushed crimson, my desire boundless, my cherry lips slightly parted as I panted softly, my round buttocks swaying gently in response, my vaginal muscles trembling slightly, contracting and tightening around the man's penis as he thrust in and out.
I looked like I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
"Feels good, doesn't it, you little slut?" he asked smugly.
I kept my eyes tightly shut, too ashamed to answer.
"Good girl, tell me, does it feel good?" Manager Qiao thrust a few more times,
"Ah...ah..." I didn't answer, only moaning wantonly.
"Say it, if it feels good, say it, it'll feel even better."
He suddenly thrust his thick penis all the way in, rubbing against my sensitive clitoris, continuing to tempt me to express my feelings.
"Ah...I'm so embarrassed...your...it's so big...so long." My voice was barely audible, my face flushed.
"It feels good to be inside you, doesn't it?" he thrust a few more times.
"Mmm...mmm...it's...it feels so good...I'm dying...ah..." I finally managed to say it under Manager Qiao's gentle temptation and thrusting.

"Let me fuck you often from now on, okay?" Manager Qiao pressed, seizing the opportunity.
"No...no...I...I have a husband...ah...ah...I...can't...I'm sorry to my husband..." I seemed to have not yet lost my mind.
"If you're comfortable, then enjoy it. It doesn't bother your husband. Besides, you've already wronged your husband." Manager Qiao continued.
"It's all your fault...you did this...good deed!" I replied shyly.
"I didn't expect you to be so dignified and composed usually, but so flirtatious and wanton inside. Seeing you being fucked by Boss Wang, I really wanted to beat him up!" At this point, a surge of jealousy made Manager Qiao thrust hard a few times.
"Ah...ah...don't be so hard, it hurts! Ah...he forced me." I argued, blushing.
"That old man, where did he get the good fortune to enjoy your beautiful body! Humph." Manager Qiao thrust hard a few more times.
"Ah...ah...I don't even like that old man." I quickly responded.
Manager Qiao stopped talking and silently cultivated my fertile land, occasionally thrusting hard, eliciting weak and soft moans from me.
Manager Qiao couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, his hips moving nimbly and quickly, thrusting in and out with varying depths.
"Ah... what are you doing! You... you... you're so bad! Ah..." My face flushed, my beautiful eyes closed, my cherry lips panting, my hips gently swaying in rhythm.
"Baby, are you comfortable? I'm so happy, ah..." He quickened his thrusts, watching his thick penis appear and disappear between my plump, tender labia, occasionally drawing out my white, cloudy fluid, making his penis smooth and shiny, waves of tingling sensations emanating from it, making me moan with pleasure.
"You... you... you're so amazing... so thick... so long... every time you hit the very tip of my heart... ah... you're going to kill me... ah..." I responded weakly to the man's increasingly heavy thrusts, uttering shameful words in a daze, my body and mind already swaying, conquered by his thick, long penis.
"Baby, I want you... don't refuse me anymore... I want to fuck you every day... fuck you to death!"
Manager Qiao squeezed my high, full breasts hard, his thick waist swinging, pounding fiercely into the depths of my tight, slippery vagina, as if to vent his pent-up hatred.
Just as I was moaning wildly as he fucked me, the phone in my bag suddenly rang, and I stopped in fright.
Manager Qiao immediately comforted me, saying it was okay, don't be nervous, and stopped fucking me at the same time. I quickly caught my breath before pressing the answer button on the incessantly ringing phone.
"Hello, honey, what's up?" I asked nervously.

"Honey, are you still working overtime?" It was my husband's disgruntled voice.

"Yes, there's a lot to do. I still need to deliver some documents to the client, so I might be back a little late. Don't worry, I'll satisfy you as soon as I get back," I said nervously.

"What kind of boss are you, always making people work overtime?" my husband said again, dissatisfied.
"Honey, don't say that. The boss often works overtime himself too," Manager Qiao had clearly heard me, so I quickly stopped him from continuing.
"Okay, when are you going to finish?" my husband asked.
"Should be soon, are you still waiting for me?" I replied.
Manager Qiao seemed to have seen my ambiguous conversation with my husband and became even more jealous. He couldn't help but thrust his penis. I cried out "Ah!" and immediately turned around to glare at Manager Qiao.
"Of course I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to come back and put on your underwear for me to see, and then I'll have a good time with you. What's wrong? What's wrong?" my husband heard my cry.
"Oh, it's nothing, I accidentally spilled some water. My darling husband, you're so naughty. I'll let you have your fill when we get back. Okay, I need to get back to work, goodbye!"

I couldn't hold on any longer. Before he finished speaking, I impatiently pressed the end call button.
I let out a long sigh and glanced at Manager Qiao, who was still inside me: "You really killed me!"
Manager Qiao immediately started thrusting, pumping rapidly: "You little slut, you want your husband to keep fucking you when we get back? You're so horny, but you're mine now, so you should hurry up and make love with me."
My face flushed red, and I shyly punched his chest with my small hands. Manager Qiao chuckled, lowered his head, and sucked hard on my hard nipple.
He occasionally bit it with his teeth, while his penis thrust harder, and the point where we were joined made a sizzling sound and a wet sound.
"Ah...ah...ya...um...Manager Qiao...ah...um..." I couldn't help but moan loudly.
The soft, seductive voice in Manager Qiao's ear further fueled his passion. My long, slender legs wrapped around his waist, my small feet hooked together, toes pointing upwards, my buttocks lifted off the sofa and pressed against his hips. Manager Qiao
thrust vigorously, and I, this usually dignified and charming beauty, would continuously moan and groan when a man thrust into me, truly wanton to the bone—a truly exquisite creature.
Manager Qiao grasped my smooth buttocks with both hands and lifted me up forcefully. I involuntarily clung to his shoulders.
Looking at my ecstatic expression, all I could hear were my seductive moans.
I cried out incessantly, each wave higher than the last.
When Manager Qiao carried me to a terrace on the street next to his apartment,
he gestured for me to look down. I immediately felt the eyes of passersby on the street below staring at my shameless, lewd act.
I cried out, burying my head in Manager Qiao's broad chest, my legs clamping shut, a gush of semen flowing from where we were frantically having sex.
Manager Qiao suddenly slammed me against the wall, gripping my firm buttocks and legs, roaring as he violently thrust into my hips. His
hard penis rapidly entered and exited my soft, wet vagina, the shaft seemingly piercing my tender flesh and abdomen. The glans, while violently striking my cervix, also brought immense pleasure, a wave of ecstasy washing over my entire body.

Manager Qiao felt his penis spasming inside me, the glans noticeably swelling, about to ejaculate!
He frantically gripped my round buttocks, his hips lifting and then suddenly plunging down powerfully, his engorged penis forcefully piercing the tightening vaginal walls, reaching the bottom and pressing against the spasming cervix. Thick, turbid semen gushed out, all of it shooting into the trembling, contracting uterus.
I had never experienced such stimulation before. I felt his penis throbbing rapidly inside me, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each time reaching the deepest part of my body. The tingling sensation was unbearable, and I couldn't help but scream, my voice lewd, reaching my second peak of orgasm of the night.
Instantly, my cherry lips parted wide, my phoenix eyes glazed over, and my hands tightly gripped the man's neck. My uterine walls contracted strongly, and the walls of my vaginal canal writhed and sucked at Manager Qiao's glans. A large amount of love juice gushed out again, warming the man's glans.
After the orgasm, Manager Qiao could no longer support my weight and gently lowered my hips and legs. We both landed on the ground at the same time, and I slumped onto the man's lap, lying on his chest, panting and moaning softly.
Manager Qiao lovingly stroked my body, which was now even more slippery with sweat after the orgasm, silently savoring the extreme pleasure that had just ended.
As I gradually recovered from the afterglow of pleasure, I realized that I had already made love to the man on top of me several times that evening. My cheeks were flushed, and I stroked his handsome face with my small hands, looking at him coquettishly and sighing, "You bad boy, you're killing me!"
Manager Qiao looked at my alluring expression, both coquettish and weak, and felt incredibly happy. He said with satisfaction, "Are you tired? When you came just now, you were so beautiful and scary. My treasure almost broke from your grip!"
I weakly pounded on the man's chest, complaining, "You're so bad! You came so many times, my whole body is numb!"
Manager Qiao was even more satisfied. He gently caressed my soft and elastic breasts with his hands, and then kissed my red and luscious lips. I silently cooperated, completely surrendering to the pleasure the man gave me.
Manager Qiao and I exchanged kisses for a while, but finally felt it was too late and we shouldn't stay any longer, so we parted.
Manager Qiao straightened up first, then helped me up, still weak and limp, and carried me back to the sofa in the living room, helping me straighten my disheveled clothes.
After I was dressed, I regained my original dignified and charming capable image, but the continuous orgasms I had just experienced left me with a strong smell of lust. My shoulder-length hair was still messy, with a few strands clinging to my sweaty forehead, and a blush remained on my pretty face. My waist was so weak that it seemed unable to support my plump and rounded body.
Manager Qiao kissed my cheek, easily straightened his own clothes, his penis limp, like a hibernating snake, devoid of any vitality.
Manager Qiao drove me home.
It was already past midnight, and I saw that there were no lights on in the house, so my husband was probably already asleep.
But I still made Manager Qiao stop the car far away from my stairs.
I was also uneasy, and nervously looked around to make sure no one was watching before I went upstairs.

After entering the house, the living room was pitch black. I took off my shoes and quietly felt my way towards the bathroom.
My immediate thought was to rush to the bathroom to shower so my husband wouldn't find out.
But then all the lights suddenly came on, startling me so much I almost screamed.
My husband grabbed me from behind, kissing me passionately, and without a word, pulled off my dress. I stood naked in front of him, but at the same time, a strong smell of alcohol hit me.
I realized then that he had drunk quite a bit. My husband picked me up and began to suckle my body frantically.
He probably wasn't paying attention to my feelings anymore. I immediately hugged him back, and we both collapsed onto the sofa.

"Wife, you're finally back! I was going crazy!" my husband said, biting my breast hard.
"Ah...husband...I'm back...ah...fuck me as much as you want...fuck me to death...I want it." I said lewdly.
The vaginal lubrication, combined with the remaining semen of Mr. Wang and Manager Qiao, made my vagina incredibly slippery, and my husband easily penetrated me.
As he entered, I felt my tense mood suddenly relax; I knew I didn't need to rush to shower and clean myself.
"Ah...ah...husband...harder...it feels so good...I want it...fuck me to death..."

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