The erotic novel "Sexual Encounters Between a Soon-to-be Couple"

Read the title carefully before you start spouting nonsense
(Twenty-six)
"I've been thinking, since it's such a coincidence, there's no harm in meeting. It's not like we have to do anything anyway." I lay on the sofa in the hotel room, trying to keep my tone steady so
Jing wouldn't sense my unease. "...Maybe... forget it... I... I'm a little scared." Jing said hesitantly.
I knew Jing was wavering between curiosity and reserve, so I asked gently, "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid... he'll ask for this and that... and I might not be willing, and it'll be awkward if I don't agree..." Jing was shy after all, so she tried to be subtle.
"Maybe I won't be willing." I interjected.
"Hmph, you wouldn't," Jing laughed and scolded, "You'd better let him take advantage of me more. I've never seen such a perverted man as you."
I didn't deny it, and chuckled, "Normal people can play with you too, but perverts only have the chance to enjoy themselves when they're with me."
"I don't want to!" Jing said, but her tone was much lighter.
“We can invite him to dinner. If we don’t make a good impression, we can just go our separate ways afterward,” I continued. “What do you think of him when you talk to him?”
“Hmm… he’s alright… he seems quite confident and experienced with women.”
“Have you ever fantasized about having sex with him when you’re alone?” I boldly asked directly.
Jing hesitated for a moment before saying, “Do you want me to have thought about it or not?”
I thought to myself that women like to answer questions with rhetorical questions, so I cautiously said, “If you say you have, I’ll find it very exciting.”
Jing hesitated for a while, then softly said, “I… I’ve fantasized about it briefly, but I quickly stopped thinking about it.”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
“I’m your wife, I’m not that kind of woman who’s easy to please anyone!”
I thought to myself, what’s so great about that handsome young man from the other night? But I didn’t want to dwell on this question. “Of course not just anyone. You’re so beautiful, we definitely won’t consider anyone who isn’t good enough for you.”
Jing remained silent. I thought to myself that you can’t rush things, so I said, “Think about it. You can give him an answer tomorrow.”
Jing hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.
That night, as usual, I spent the night with Helen, but couldn't fall asleep. After thinking for a while about my discussion with Jing, I had a sudden inspiration. I went online and found two classic articles about sex that I felt were close to a woman's perspective, sending them to Jing's private email. I also sent an email to her company account, telling her to check her inbox. While I was at it, I reviewed a few articles and couldn't resist masturbating again.
The next day, right after lunch, Jing called. "Ugh!"
"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly.
"You made me read those at work!"
"How was it? Did you feel anything?" I asked expectantly.
"I kind of wanted to..."
I smiled smugly. "
The ones I sent you were classics." "They made me so distracted all day..."
I looked around and lowered my voice, asking, "Are you wet?"
"...Mmm..." Jing's voice trembled slightly and was a little hoarse, incredibly sexy, making me hard.
"Want to get fucked?" I humiliated her.
"I want to... I'm clean down there today..."
"Then go reply to Brother Qiang."
"You bad man..." Jing's voice was both distressed and horrified...
"Go to the bathroom later and take a nude photo of yourself and send it to me via MMS."
"Dream on," Jing sobered up a bit, "I'm going to work."
"Think about my dick this afternoon, and when we meet this weekend, you'll see how I get you." I didn't let her off the hook in the end.
"Oh..." Jing sighed softly, "Don't say anymore... give me a kiss, husband."
I thought to myself that women are really slutty when their libido is aroused. We blew each other a kiss, and Jing reluctantly hung up.
I imagined what might happen this weekend, and my mind wandered. I had just come back to my senses and typed a few words when my phone beeped twice. I picked it up and saw that it really was a text message from Jing. Impatient to find a secluded spot, I hid my phone under the table, selected to open the attachment, and anxiously awaited with a pounding heart…
Wow…
The screen displayed a racy photo of Jing, half her face visible. Her white shirt was undone, a pink lace bra hanging from her arm, her body slightly leaning forward. Her full, plump breasts, like two large, ripe peaches, hung gracefully before my eyes. Looking at Jing's expression, her lips were slightly parted, complementing her pointed chin and beautiful face. Even without seeing the rest of her features, one could imagine this woman's beauty. The more I looked, the more smug I became, secretly rejoicing that fate had been kind to me, allowing me to possess such a beautiful woman and indulge myself on her fair, delicate body every night… Such a beautiful woman, the men around her must be drooling with envy… And I could use her as I pleased… and even offer her to others…
Thinking of this, a surge of lust rose within me, and I couldn't help but grasp my erection, which was so hard it felt like it would burst my pants, under the table. My colleagues around me were all doing their work; no one knew my state of mind.
After a while, I calmed down a bit and replied with a text message, "Your breasts are so beautiful, I really want to bury my head in that deep cleavage."
Soon after, Jing replied, "Come on... I told him we can meet this weekend."
I felt another surge of excitement; let it come as it may.
...
On Friday, on the plane back to Shanghai, Helen and I chatted and laughed, my hands occasionally touching and caressing her body, which she seemed to enjoy. Thinking back to just a few days earlier, on the same plane, the contrast was truly remarkable.
When we arrived at Hongqiao Airport, we called a taxi. I took her home first before letting the driver go to the train station to catch the train to Hangzhou. Coming out of Hangzhou Station, night had fallen. I checked my watch; it was already past nine. I picked up my phone and dialed Jing's number.
"I've arrived in Hangzhou, I'm taking a taxi over now."
"Okay, I'm in room 423, come on over."
"Have you showered?"
Jing chuckled. "No."
"Go wash yourself clean and wait for me in bed," I teased in a low voice.
"Okay, come quickly."
Dragging my suitcase into the Sofitel, a waiter greeted me. "Sir, are you checking in?"
"Oh, I've already checked in." I waved my hand, indicating I didn't need help, and took the elevator myself.
I rang the doorbell and vaguely heard footsteps inside. I could almost feel Jing glancing at me through the peephole, so I made a face. The door opened, but instead of rushing into my arms as I'd expected, Jing hid behind the door, only her face showing, and carefully pulled the door open a crack.
"What's wrong?" I dragged my suitcase inside, and Jing immediately closed the door. I turned to look and realized why she was being so cautious.
Jing was only wearing a black bra that accentuated her cleavage. Her breasts and abdomen were covered in soft, supple skin, like white flour, and she wore lace bodysuits that revealed the lower half of her beautiful buttocks. That wasn't all; she was also wearing a matching garter belt and lace-trimmed stockings. Garter belts are something that even the most demure woman can't pull off when she wears them. Moreover, Jingxian had meticulously applied heavy makeup: long, curled eyelashes, deep eyeshadow slightly upturned at the corners of her eyes, creating the illusion of captivating, alluring eyes; her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were a deep, luscious red, making her even more alluring. This stunning beauty, paired with such a seductive outfit, would make even a virtuous man like Liu Xiahui turn into a philanderer.
I opened my eyes wide, grinning lewdly as I helped her up and examined her closely, saying sincerely, "So beautiful...so sexy..."
Jing smiled shyly, feeling my burning gaze roam over her body, and whispered, "Do you like it..." "I love it
so much! When did you buy this set?" "
I bought it on Taobao, and it was delivered to the hotel yesterday."
"I like the garter belt...turn around so I can see what it looks like from behind."
Jing turned halfway around shyly, covering her buttocks with her hands, "The back of these pants...is too revealing..."
I quickly moved her hands away, "I like it like this...come on, baby, wiggle a couple of times so I can see."
Jing whimpered, "No...it's too embarrassing..."
"Come on, I want to see."
Jing blushed, glancing left and right for a while, then turned back to see me still staring intently at her. She smiled and lowered her head, not daring to look at me, slowly swaying her hips a few times. Although the movements were small, her half-hearted, half-willing charm made my heart itch uncontrollably.
“Yes, yes…like that…lift your hands, don’t move your waist, just spin your hips…yes, yes…mmm, looks good…”
Jing seemed to relax a bit with my encouragement, her slender waist and full, slightly upturned buttocks tracing alluring arcs. As the movements intensified, she began to pant slightly.
“You’re so sexy…have you shown this to other men?” I asked, knowing the answer but still trying to humiliate her.
Jing frowned and shook her head, indicating no.
“Tomorrow we’ll invite Brother Qiang back for drinks, and we can watch you jump around on the table while we drink, okay?”
Hearing this, Jing’s legs went weak, and she turned and fell into my arms, grabbing one of my hands and pressing it hard against her breasts. She closed her eyes and gasped, “Fuck me!”
I picked her up and moved her to the French windows, freeing my hands to pull the curtains open wide. She still clung to me tightly, but I pried her hands off so she was facing outwards, holding onto the glass. The room was lit, and anyone outside could easily see her body by looking up. She quickly covered her face with one hand and said in a trembling voice, "Turn off the light..."
I did as she asked and turned off the floor lamp, but left the bedside floor lamp on, providing only a faint light. This way, I could clearly see her body, and anyone outside could probably only see Jing's outline, but not her face. Jing knew my intentions and didn't object.
I rushed back behind Jing, staring at her plump buttocks as I pulled down her pants. A hard thing sprang out. I pulled her panties down to her thighs with both hands, stood up, and used the head of my penis to stroke it up and down between her buttocks. She arched her back and arched her buttocks, moaning uncontrollably.
Seeing her so aroused, I decided to tease her a little. "Want a cock?"
"Yes..."
"Say something slutty and I'll give it to you," I said, gently pressing the head of my penis against her opening, but not in a hurry to insert it.
"What are you saying..." She leaned her buttocks back towards my penis, but I dodged, keeping only the head of my penis inside her vagina, swaying with my hips, squeezing her sensitive vaginal opening. She groaned in distress, finally speaking in a trembling voice, "I... am a slut... I want your cock..."
I chuckled and penetrated deeper, "Hmm, what else?"
Jing's right hand clenched into a fist, then opened to its limit, reaching out to hold my waist, saying in distress, "I'm a whore... please use my cunt, Master..."
"Master wants someone else to use your cunt tomorrow, are you willing?" "
Yes... whatever Master arranges..."
"Thinking about being fucked by another cock, are you looking forward to it?"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it... I can't wait." "
How do you want to be fucked by Brother Qiang?"
"Fuck me hard... harder than you..." Jing shook her head, her beautiful hair flowing freely, squeezing out a few words from her throat.
I couldn't bear it any longer, and just then Jing leaned her buttocks back hard again. I seized the opportunity, no longer dodging, but instead thrusting forward hard. Jing let out a thunderous scream, her legs went weak, and she squatted down. I grabbed her and pushed her against the window, using all my strength to thrust into her deepest depths again, pressing her lower body tightly against the glass, as if she were hanging on my penis. With
my lower body pressed firmly against the window, I ran my hands over her breasts, cupping her beautiful peaches in my hands. Her nipples, stimulated by the cold glass, were already erect like beans, her breasts full and naturally drooping, the tender flesh overflowing between my fingers as I played with them, feeling especially plump.
Having thoroughly enjoyed Helen's freshness these past two days, returning to make love with Jing felt a familiar yet strange stimulation. The slight difference in the height of her mons pubis and my own height required me to adjust my stance. With each thrust, Jing's vagina transmitted a different but equally wonderful tightness through my penis, an indescribable pleasure. Jing's loud moans especially aroused me, as I had grown accustomed to Helen's soft, seductive cries over the past few days. But what truly ignited my desire was the cuckoldry complex, so perverse and taboo compared to ordinary sex.
After thrusting violently into Jing's layered secret places about a hundred times, I couldn't help but pant and ask, "Tomorrow... what time did we meet...?"
Jing crossed her arms, using her upper arms to support her forehead against the glass, enduring my thrusts from behind, and replied breathlessly, "Six o'clock... at Lou Wai Lou restaurant..."
"Did you exchange phone numbers?"
"Yes."
I withdrew my right hand and slapped one of her snowy buttocks hard, then gripped the slope between her waist and hips and thrust a few more times. "You slut! Did you tell me how we're going to play tomorrow?"
Jing moaned and whined as I fucked her, saying intermittently, "Not yet... ah... wait for you to decide..."
Hearing this, my bones went weak. "Okay, I'll decide... I'll decide how we play... right?"
"Yes... whatever you want..." Jing's muffled words carried unspoken consent and indulgence.
"I want him to strip you naked and touch your whole body, okay?" Just hearing those words made me feel like I was about to have a nosebleed.
"Okay," Jing replied without hesitation, sensitively sensing my heightened arousal. "So hard, husband!... Fuck me!"
Seeing Jing in such a good state, I deliberately teased her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. "Do you want him to suck on each of your nipples?"
Hearing this, Jing's body went limp, her upper body slumped slightly, barely managing to stay upright, but she pulled one hand and grabbed my palm, pressing and squeezing it firmly against her right breast. Normally, if I used half the pressure to massage her breasts, she would cry out in pain, but now she seemed to want me to squeeze her breasts until they burst, to let me feel her intense need.
Jing's wildness infected me. "Do you want him to do it?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes!" Jing shouted without restraint.
I said gruffly, "How long have you wanted to?"
"I've thought about it before, but this week... ever since I found out he's in Hangzhou, I've often wanted to... fuck me... fuck me!"
I thought to myself that this woman was really in heat, and deliberately slowed down the frequency, saying coldly, "You slut, you're not allowed to let him do it without my permission, understand?"
Jing's fingers scratched impatiently at the glass, twisting her waist and saying in a distressed tone, "What do you want... whatever you want... I'll do whatever you want..."
I enjoyed the feeling of playing this woman with me, and on a whim, I actually ... My penis was pulled out, and Jing was startled, thinking I had accidentally slipped out. She reached between her legs and groped for my penis. I let her grab it and pushed the head of my penis straight into her vagina, but mischievously rubbed it between her labia. Just as she was getting flustered, I suddenly turned her over and forced her to kneel down. Then I wiped my wet semen on her face, watching her try to avoid it, panting and crying out anxiously and thirstily. Seizing the opportunity, I forced my way through her lips and thrust inside, simultaneously grabbing her head and pulling her down to meet my thrusts. Jing's cheeks opened wide, and she let out a muffled "uh" followed by a "yes" in her throat. Her hands instinctively pushed against my lower abdomen as I pushed further into her. A surge of rage welled up inside me. Seeing her beautiful face distorted by my abuse, and hearing the nausea and vomiting that sounded like she was dying, I felt an inexplicable thrill. I grabbed her hair and started thrusting into her mouth, saying, "Tonight I'll shoot in your mouth, I won't let you orgasm!"
Tears welled in Jing's eyes, her heart filled with grievance, yet she remained kneeling, enduring my lewdness. I continued, "I'll let you, you slut, hold it in, let's see how horny you are tomorrow, okay?"
Jing neither agreed nor disagreed, passively enduring my frenzied thrusting with her mouth until I finally pulled out my penis, stroking it as I sprayed my thick, white semen onto her face. "Damn it, tomorrow I'll let him shoot on your face too... Ah!... Ah!..."
...
After showering, she lay on her back in bed, nestled in my arms, her small hands teasing my genitals.
I chuckled softly, but said nothing.
Jing let out a soft moan and playfully poked my penis. "You're having fun, but you don't care about me anymore!"
I laughed. "I did it on purpose!"
Jing pinched me hard and scolded, "I knew your head was full of bad ideas!"
Ignoring the pain, I turned to her and whispered, "I'll make you burn with desire tonight, and tomorrow Brother Qiang will give you a good time."
Jing pushed me away and turned to leave, but I grabbed her and tickled her a few times before she finally couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Baby, what should I wear tomorrow?"
Jing put a finger to her lower lip and tilted her head. "Hmm... I haven't decided yet."
"I suggest you wear something more formal, a suit will do."
Jing looked at me with some surprise. "Eh, don't you want me to dress a little sexier?"
I chuckled. "You can build up your image first, show off that virtuous white-collar worker vibe. Men feel especially satisfied when they conquer women like that."
Jing blushed and snorted without replying.
I said dreamily, "Think about it, Qiang might think he can get his hands on her right away tomorrow, but we'll deliberately keep him in suspense a little, so he'll cherish it. Actually, this is for his own good. If you're willing to let him in the end, the feeling of getting a reserved woman is really exciting."
Jing remained silent for a while before saying, "I do have a white shirt, a little stretchy, that would go well with my pencil skirt."
I hummed in agreement and suggested, "Underneath the skirt, wear the garter belt you wore tonight. If he has a chance to see it tomorrow, he'll definitely be surprised."
Jing responded softly, a little shyly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Maybe I won't feel anything when I see her in person."
I said gently, "Yeah, just follow your own feelings then." As I spoke, I gently kissed her forehead. "Let's go to sleep." "Hold me a little longer."
"
Women who don't have an orgasm are so boring."
"Get lost, don't hold me then."
I felt Jing tossing and turning beside me for a long time, and I don't know who fell asleep first.
...
I opened my eyes, my mind still reeling from the chaotic dream. A few seconds later, I realized I was in a hotel bed. Daylight streamed in through the thick curtains, suggesting it was getting late. I glanced at the alarm clock; it was almost noon. Turning my head, I saw Jing still sleeping soundly, breathing deeply. I closed my eyes, wanting to sleep a little longer, but countless thoughts bubbled and churned in my mind.
I'm meeting Qiang in a few hours...
I wonder what kind of person he is...
Anyway, safety first. I still have a condom in my luggage...
No, I have to buy two more, otherwise how am I going to explain to Jing why I have this thing in my bag...
I'm going to let him sleep with my fiancée... Oh... (Thinking of this, I can't help but reach up and tightly grip my obviously erect penis)
I'm such a pervert... It's all those online writers' fault...
Why should he sleep with my woman...
Will Jing accept it today...? If that man is of low quality, should I put pressure on Jing...
Letting a vulgar man vent his anger on Jing's fair and precious body... Oh... Is it making me angry or excited...
Anyway, I used a condom, so what if I slept with him? It's not like I'm
losing anything... But I still feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick...
What are you thinking...?
Xiao Feng has already slept with her, this is the second man...
but it's still a little different...
After a long while, I turned to look at Jing beside me again. Although she wasn't wearing makeup and her face was a little swollen from being pressed against the pillow, she was still a beautiful face.
I quietly lifted the blanket, revealing a deep cleavage and half a bulging, full curve of her breasts through her pink silk nightgown.
I stared at her for a long time, my jealousy and lust growing stronger and stronger. Finally, I leaned over and hugged Jing tightly.
Jing hummed a few times in a daze, still keeping her eyes closed, and hugged me, asking softly, "...What time is it..."
"Twelve o'clock."
"...Awake..."
I replied, reaching out to touch between her legs.
"...Don't be silly... I'm not awake yet..."
I ignored her, slipping a finger between her tightly closed legs and gently probing.
Jing let out a soft moan, and a small hand naturally grasped my hard lower body.
"...So hard..."
"Mmm.
" "Want it again?"
"Mmm,"
Jing chuckled softly, "Save your energy for tonight."
I suddenly really wanted to have sex with her, "Turn around and stick your butt out."
But Jing suddenly let go of my penis, "I'm done playing," she said, lifting the covers and jumping off the bed.
I helplessly watched her stretch lazily in front of the bed with a coquettish laugh, then went over and opened the curtains.
A large swath of sunlight instantly filled the room, "The weather's nice... Honey, get up!"
I quietly looked at her, smiling without saying a word.
...
After getting up and eating breakfast, we strolled around West Lake for a while, did some shopping, and went back to the hotel to take a shower. Jing then hid in the bathroom to get ready. I had been sitting on the sofa for ages after I finished dressing, but Jing still hadn't finished her makeup.
"Hey, it's not a beauty pageant, let's go, we'll be late!"
"Almost there, don't rush me," Jing was still there, slowly drawing her eyebrows.
I shook my head helplessly and muttered a few words.
My mind was already unsettled, and I waited anxiously for what felt like forever before Jingping stood gracefully before me, striking a pose and asking, "Do I look good?"
Even though we're practically an old married couple, I was still struck by her beauty.
Her long, straight hair, freshly washed and styled, cascaded down her shoulders, a wisp of bangs barely covering her forehead and just barely touching her eyes. Her eyelashes, perfectly curled and of moderate thickness, along with the light eyeshadow, added a touch of allure to her almond-shaped eyes. A thin layer of foundation made her cheeks appear even more delicate and fair. Beneath her delicate nose, her red lips were lightly tinted with colorless lip gloss, giving them a naturally rosy and captivating glow. She wore a white cotton shirt, likely a blend of elastic fibers, that clung tightly to her figure. Over it, she wore a cashmere cardigan, unbuttoned, revealing a particularly alluring glimpse of her ample bosom. Her shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, the hem of which accentuated her alluring figure. One side was slit, and although there wasn't a complete wardrobe malfunction, I knew it almost revealed the lace trim of her stockings. She wore black mid-heeled shoes, which visually lengthened her legs.
Her outfit was elegant and appropriate, befitting a sophisticated white-collar woman. I couldn't help but nod. "Hmm, not bad."
While I didn't shower her with compliments, Jing clearly saw my genuine appreciation, but she said, "Just not bad?"
"Alright, alright, let's go," I said, not allowing her to continue her complimenting, and took her hand, leading her out the door.
In the car, Jing was unusually silent the whole way, silently gazing out the window like me. When we arrived at Lou Wai Lou, she tightly clung to my arm as we got out of the car. I sensed her stiffness and smiled at her, "Nervous?"
She smiled awkwardly, a little flustered, after I'd seen through her.
Actually, I felt the same way, but I tried to remain calm and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "We're the interviewers; he's the one who should be nervous."
Jing chuckled, "What kind of interview?"
"If you pass, you can sleep with the female interviewer," I said seriously.
"Get lost," Jing laughed, but her expression became more natural.
Entering the restaurant, I glanced around, unsure if the man had arrived, and took out my phone to call him. "Give me his phone."
"Okay," Jing replied, pulling her phone from her bag. "Hmm... he seems to have sent me a text message..."
"Oh?"
"Sent it ten minutes ago, saying he's arrived and waiting for us on the second floor..." Just then, Jing's phone rang, startling her. Seeing her slightly embarrassed expression, I answered the phone stiffly, "Hello?... Oh yes... we're here too... Okay... we'll come up," she said, hanging up and glancing at me softly, "It's him," her face already flushed.
My heart pounded, and I said in a dry voice, "Let's go up then."
As soon as we reached the second floor, we saw a middle-aged man sitting not far away, waving and greeting us with a smile. As I helped Jing walk over, I took a quick look; he looked similar to the one I'd seen in the security camera footage. The eyes previously hidden behind the sunglasses were long and narrow, giving him a worldly air about him.
In the blink of an eye, we were face to face. I saw a hint of amazement on his face when he saw Jing. He stood up, shook hands with us, and greeted us warmly. I felt his hands were thick and rough. As he then squeezed Jing's small hand, I couldn't help but think about Jing's touch and first impression, and a slight pang of sadness welled up inside me.
After we sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries, I carefully observed him. He was in his early forties, with neatly combed hair in a side parting. He had a square face and was slightly overweight. His hooked nose and thin lips were quite striking. He wore a V-neck shirt under a corduroy suit jacket, a fairly conventional look.
I noticed his gaze lingered on Jing as he spoke, praising her highly, suggesting he was very satisfied with her.
During our conversation, he asked about Jing's work, to which she only replied that she worked for a foreign company. Qiang Ge chuckled and said that judging by her demeanor, she must be a manager, to which Jing admitted somewhat shyly. He went on to say that he wasn't very educated himself, but he really hoped his child would study hard and find a stable job. I admired his openness in not hiding the fact that he was divorced and had a child.
At that moment, the waiter brought the menu, and he asked what we wanted to eat, then ordered several dishes like West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce and Beef with Hangzhou Peppers. He then asked if we could have a drink. Seeing his politeness, I agreed that we could have some wine. The wine was opened, and the waiter also gave Jing a glass; she didn't object, which pleased me, and I saw that Qiang was also happy. The three of us then downed a glass.
The dishes were served one after another, and the three of us chatted casually. Qiang Ge talked about his small to medium-sized business, and how he had experienced both triumphs and setbacks. For Jing and me, who had worked steadily in foreign companies since graduating from university, this kind of life experience was indeed quite fascinating.
After a few rounds of drinks, we had unknowingly finished a bottle. Without hesitation, Qiang Ge ordered another. I glanced at Jing and saw a blush spreading across her fair cheeks. I thought to myself that it was good for her to drink more and relax; anyway, Qiang Ge and I drank a lot, so she probably wouldn't get drunk.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Qiang Ge seemed to relax a bit more while drinking this bottle, frequently complimenting Jing's beauty. Jing, who had initially been awkward, eventually accepted it with a smile. My expression remained unchanged, but I felt a strange mix of emotions. I was somewhat smug, but the thought that his flattery was ultimately just a ploy to get into bed with Jing, while I, her fiancé, was watching another man pursue my woman, made me feel uneasy.
Whether it was sensing my mood or just instinctive politeness, Qiang Ge would occasionally chat with me to avoid neglecting me. I noticed he kept glancing at his watch, and I wondered what he was waiting for.
Before I knew it, we had eaten most of the food and drinks, and Jing got up to go to the restroom. Suddenly, only Qiang Ge and I, two grown men, were left at the table, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. Qiang Ge hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and whispered, "Xiao Dong, what are your plans for today?"
Seeing his expression, I understood what he meant and felt slightly embarrassed, so I hesitated and said, "Nothing special, we'll take it slow, it mainly depends on Xiao Jing's mood, as long as she's happy."
He hummed in agreement and continued, "After dinner, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
"Nothing special, maybe a bar or something."
"That's fine, I have plans. How about a movie? Later, I can take you to a dance hall."
Seeing his expression, I realized he had clearly made some preparations, and I felt excited too, so I nodded and agreed.
At this moment, Jing returned to the table, and Qiang casually took over the conversation, saying that we had discussed going to see a movie and asked Jing what she thought. Jing hesitated for a moment, glanced at me, and I quickly chimed in, saying I also wanted to see what movies were playing, to which Jing agreed.
After leaving Lou Wai Lou, Qiang led us to the parking lot and got into his Honda SUV. I hesitated slightly, then quietly asked Jing if she wanted to sit in the front. Jing shyly waved her hand and sat in the back with me. I felt a little guilty and apologized to Qiang, but he seemed to expect it, saying it was no problem.
Qiang chatted with us as he drove, and when he mentioned something funny, Jing couldn't help but laugh. I had a sudden thought; seeing her slightly tipsy expression, I knew the alcohol was taking effect, but I didn't say anything.
The car drove further and further away, feeling like we were leaving the most bustling area. After driving for about twenty minutes, we parked the car. Qiang said, "We're here, just a short walk."
I took Jing's hand and walked with Qiang. We turned a corner and sure enough, we saw a movie theater. It looked a bit run-down, and I glanced at him, puzzled. Seeing my expression, he said somewhat apologetically, "Don't let the outside fool you, this theater is alright inside, and it's relatively quiet." I vaguely understood what he meant and said "Oh." We
walked to the entrance to see what movies were playing, but Qiang waved his hand and said, "They don't have many showings here. I already picked one and bought the ticket before I came, and the time is perfect." As he spoke, he took out the ticket from his pocket and punched it for the ticket checker. Although it was a quick moment, I clearly saw him pull out several tickets, definitely more than three.
It dawned on me that he had planned to come here to watch a movie after dinner, and he had checked the time and showtime in advance. No wonder he kept checking his watch while eating. I turned to look at Jing, but she seemed oblivious. I chuckled inwardly and helped her into the theater. Our seats were in the last row. There were still seven or eight minutes before the movie started, and the theater was sparsely populated with only a dozen or
so people. Business was clearly slow, and our row was completely empty. Jing asked what movie was playing, and Qiang said it was a domestic romance. Jing said she hadn't seen a good domestic film in a long time; the last one she liked was a Feng Xiaogang New Year's film. They chatted quietly, and I mentally plotted Qiang's plan. Seeing that no one was sitting next to me until the movie started, I figured he must have pre-purchased all the seats around us. My heart pounded; I knew he was about to make his move. The lights dimmed, and the opening credits started playing. I thought the drama was about to begin.
I'm quite focused on movies, so even though I had countless thoughts in my mind, I quickly became immersed in the plot. Not long after, I felt Jing put her arm around my arm, which was resting on the armrest, but I didn't think much of it. If Jing's hand hadn't suddenly trembled, I wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.
I instinctively glanced at her, only to find her staring straight ahead, her expression awkward, as if she couldn't bear to meet my gaze. In the dim light, my eyes suddenly fell on an extra arm beside her, and I immediately realized that Qiang's hand had disappeared beneath Jing's palm, right on her thigh!
A surge of heat rushed to my face, and I instantly turned my head away, my heart pounding as if it would burst from my chest, as if I'd been caught doing something wrong. Only one thought raced through my mind: "He's touching her!" I desperately wanted to turn back and look again, but I forcefully suppressed the urge.
Jing noticed my discovery and remained motionless. From her deliberately slowed breathing, I could sense her inner tension.
At that moment, I was completely oblivious to what was playing on the screen; my entire focus was on sensing the actions of the person beside me. Sure enough, upon closer listening, I caught the faint rustling of clothing. I dared not move, only glancing out of the corner of my eye, and saw that Jing had moved her right hand away, while her other hand roamed and caressed her thigh. I couldn't help but imagine the sensations her wool dress and skin would bring to him; a sour and stimulating feeling gripped my stomach, an indescribable mix of pain and pleasure.
Jing's hand found mine, our fingers intertwined, each sudden tightening of her fingers sending my heart soaring. When she trembled and rested her head on my shoulder, I couldn't help but glance at her lower body; his hand had completely disappeared under her skirt.
I turned my head away, unable to look at him. There was little of the imagined pleasure, but a powerful sense of humiliation overwhelmed me.
Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my lower body; without even looking, I knew it was Jing's small hand. Unlike my usual instantaneous reaction, she caressed me for a long time, and my penis remained limp.
I was somewhat surprised to feel the zipper being slowly and laboriously unzipped; after all, she had never done anything so outrageous in a movie theater before, and she remained silent. She pulled it out of her underwear, gently stroked it a few times, and then suddenly pulled up the armrest between us. Before I could even react, she leaned over and lay on my lap, taking my penis into her mouth.
The completely unexpected stimulation, amplified many times over in a public place, made me feel my lower body rapidly swell, like a tender bud growing in a fast-paced replay on television. Soon, she couldn't hold it any longer. Looking down at her head bobbing up and down, along with the pleasure emanating from my penis, my state of mind subtly changed. It seemed my confidence returned, while jealousy fermented into a strange, stimulating sensation.
I turned to observe my surroundings again. Jing was half-reclined, her skirt mostly lifted by him, revealing her snow-white thighs above the lace trim of her black stockings, the garter belt accentuating her voluptuous figure. On one of her buttocks, a man's hand, which I had just held, was gently kneading and rubbing, even occasionally teasing her genitals through her underwear. I looked up at him, exchanged a glance, then looked down at his actions, savoring the barely concealed desire, smugness, and slight guilt in his eyes.
Although Jing's movements weren't large, she still made some clicking sounds, which I thought were inaudible to those around us, but very clear to me. The unease of being noticed made my nerves particularly sensitive, and the sensations in my lower body were far more intense than usual. As I enjoyed her ministrations, I reached under her, groping to unbutton two buttons of her shirt. I slipped my hand inside the collar, but the bra obstructed my view, so I withdrew it and pulled the shirt out from under her skirt. Right in front of him, I unhooked it from behind, then reached down again, finally cupping one of her heavy, plump breasts in my hand. When I pinched and rubbed her hard, erect nipple with three fingers, Jing trembled, pausing her mouth and letting out a suppressed moan.
I whispered, "Unbutton it," and she removed one hand from my crotch, rummaging inside her shirt before reaching for my testicles. I reached down and lifted her shirt, revealing her smooth back. I stroked it lightly for a moment, then moved my hand away and put my arm around her shoulder. Sure enough, soon after, Qiang's hand took over. The stark contrast in touch and caresses made Jing shudder again, her body seemingly flinching before she trembled slightly as she accepted the other man's touch.
Just as we were emboldened by our lust, a woman in the middle row suddenly stood up and walked towards the exit. Before I could react, she was already within sight of us. Without thinking, I instinctively pulled Jing's clothes down quickly and firmly pressed her still-swaying head down with my other hand.
Almost simultaneously, Qiang also sensed the danger, but he only had time to pull down Jing's skirt, and one of his hands was still inside her shirt, so he simply remained still.
Jing, held down by me, although she couldn't see behind her, knew the danger and held her breath, her body stiff. The woman walked past us, seemingly oblivious. Only after she pushed open the door and left did I breathe a sigh of relief, patting Jing to reassure her that everything was alright. At this moment, Qiang's hand was still inside her clothes.
The shock subsided. But the danger of being discovered only fueled my lust. I guessed the woman was going to the restroom, so I deliberately made Jing stand up, then whispered in her ear, "Take off your bra."
She sat up straight and covered her front, still seemingly lost in the earlier reverie. She paused for a moment, slightly out of breath, then frowned and whispered, "Someone will see."
I chuckled, "It's so dark, who can see? Take it off and let me see your breasts."
A blush rose on her face, and she said, "Then he'll see too."
Hearing this, my lower body involuntarily hardened. I leaned closer to her and said, "It's only a matter of time."
She didn't reply, turning her face away and remaining still for a long while.
I wasn't in a hurry, quietly waiting for her next move.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, when the woman returned to her seat, Jing hesitantly released her grip on her blouse, hunched her shoulders, and pulled one bra strap down from her sleeve, then the other. Though her movements were reserved, they couldn't conceal the alluring glimpse of her breasts peeking through her unbuttoned blouse. I clearly saw that Qiang's eyes, which were fixed on the same spot as mine, revealed a strong desire.
Jing slightly covered her chest and put her bra into her small bag.
I placed one hand on her thigh and leaned closer, saying, "Lift up your skirt."
She silently complied. Qiang, as if on cue, grasped her other thigh, and the two men's fingers simultaneously drew circles of varying sizes on her sensitive skin, causing Jing to half-close her eyes and sigh softly.
My right hand didn't stop; my left hand quietly pulled open one side of her blouse. The cotton fabric brushed against her delicate nipples, completely exposing one of her proud breasts. The touch and the unrestrained sensation made her almost unable to open her eyes, and her breathing became increasingly erratic.
Qiang, beside her, followed suit, lifting the other side of her garment. At this moment, Jing's chest was bare, presenting her two naturally rounded mounds without reservation to me and another man. The flickering light from the screen cast shifting shadows on her skin, making this lewd scene seem almost unreal.
Qiang's gaze was so intense that Jing dared not look at him. I felt the man's desire for my fiancée's breasts, stirring up memories that reminded me of the first time I undressed Jing and admired her alluring peaks, the immense satisfaction I felt.
A scene flashed through my mind: Qiang grabbing Jing's ample breasts in his hands, lowering his head to suckle the pink nipples. Her most delicate skin must have felt the scratching of his beard, the prickly texture contrasting sharply with the heat and smoothness of his tongue, creating a powerful stimulation. And this was in public, in front of her fiancé, being played with by a stranger she'd only just met.
She desperately wanted to grab the man's hair, press his head against her chest, and let him suckle her breasts more wildly, but she was too ashamed to let loose in front of her fiancé, so she could only grip the armrest tightly…
Lost in these fantasies for a while, I had a wicked idea. I whispered in Jing's ear, "Okay, button up your clothes."
Jing seemed to be jolted awake from a dream, looking at me with confusion. Seeing me nod, she obediently buttoned up her clothes one by one, under Qiang's astonished gaze.
"Teasing him a little, making him all fired up," I continued, casually licking her extremely sensitive earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly.
She straightened her clothes, tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, sat up straight, and changed her expression, instantly reverting to her dignified, respectable self. Only her prominent nipples, visible through two layers of clothing, betrayed her earlier wantonness. And I finally watched the movie quietly until the end.
...
On the way back to the car from the theater, the three of us chatted about the movie's story and actors, as if nothing had happened. Beneath our feigned calm, there were shifty glances and double-edged words, making everyone vaguely sense the undercurrent of lust.
Once in the car, Qiang asked casually, "Want to go to a dance hall for a bit, or I can take you back to the hotel
if you get tired?" Jing and I exchanged a glance. I knew she understood what going back
to the hotel most likely meant. Although I didn't know what she was thinking, I felt the game was just beginning. I replied, "I'm not tired yet. How about we go to a dance hall for a while?" Jing seemed relieved and responded, "Yeah, let's check it out."
Qiang readily agreed, seemingly very enthusiastic. I think he might want things to move quickly, but I was pleased with his politeness.
Along the way, Qiang kept telling us about the dance hall, "It's owned by my friend. I know it pretty well, so you can relax and have fun...
"
As we walked down two flights of stairs to the rhythm of the loud music and entered the basement, I realized why Qiang had reassured us first.
As soon as we stepped inside, we saw a group of scantily clad women standing there, their fiery gazes silently conveying their message. Some of them, upon seeing Jing standing between the two of us men, immediately gave me a disdainful look. Jing, perhaps never having seen anything like this before, instinctively clung tightly to my arm, following me closely. A waiter led the three of us to a seat near the dance floor, ordered half a dozen beers, and soon a manager-looking man came over to greet Qiang, chatted with us for a few moments, and then tactfully excused himself.
Qiang glanced at his watch, leaned closer, and smiled, "There's a 'dark dance' starting at ten o'clock; you can go and have some fun then." Jing
asked, puzzled, what a dark dance was. Qiang laughed and said, "Let your husband tell you." I waved my hand and laughed, "You should explain it to me; I've only heard about it and don't really know" (of course, that wasn't the case). Qiang Ge then tucked Jing closer to his face and whispered a few words in her ear. Jing's face showed a look of realization, accompanied by a hint of shyness. She pulled back and looked at me smiling at her, then leaned closer and asked, "Have you ever been to a place like this before?"
I said with a grin, "No way!"
Jing snorted doubtfully, looking at me and saying, "If you dared to come to a place like this alone, you'd be dead!"
I looked at her, put on my most sincere expression, and said seriously, "Since you came along, I've completely lost interest in places of entertainment."
Jing chuckled, "You're such a fake!"
The dance floor was very noisy, and talking was quite tiring. The three of us sat for a while, each drinking more than half a bottle of beer, when suddenly the music stopped, and then many couples walked in, almost filling the previously empty dance floor. Qiang turned to us and smiled, "Why don't you two go have some fun?"
I agreed, pulling Jing to her feet. We squeezed through the crowd of men and women, finding a slightly empty spot. Just as we settled down, the lights went out, and a slow melody began to play.
I wrapped my arms around Jing's slender yet curvy waist, pulling her close. One hand slipped under her skirt and pinched her pink buttocks. She giggled and wriggled in my arms, saying, "There are so many people around!"
I chuckled in her ear, "Look around, can you see anyone else?"
She looked left and right, and seeing that it was indeed pitch black, she wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her face against my chest as I caressed her.
I slowly lifted her skirt and whispered, "Have you ever tried showing your butt to so many people?"
She pinched me, but didn't say anything.
I grabbed her plump buttocks and kneaded them to my heart's content. My lower body began to stir, and I thrust my hips between her legs, hitting that perfect indentation. She involuntarily let out a loud moan, then suddenly realized she was standing in the middle of a crowd. She muttered resentfully, "It's all your fault! Won't anyone hear us?"
"Everyone's doing something naughty, who's going to notice you?" I comforted her. "Baby, take off your panties."
"Here?" Jing's tone was somewhat incredulous.
"Besides now, what other opportunity would I give you to take off your panties in public?" I whispered teasingly in her ear.
This idea clearly tempted her. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "You're so demanding," but her hand hesitantly reached down. "Hold me down."
Although she was wearing garter belts today, I had made her wear her panties on the outside from the beginning, which was quite a preparation. In the darkness, I felt her bend over, pulling one panty down from her calf, around her heel, and then, as she was about to pull off the other, she seemed to be bumped by someone behind her. She cried out, her head hitting my crotch, right against my bulging groin. I quickly helped her up, and she finally managed to pull off her panties. I took them and stuffed them into my pocket, then heard her complain, "Someone bumped my butt from behind."
I laughed, "Man or woman?"
"It seemed like a man, how annoying!"
I covered half of her buttocks with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other. In the movie theater, Jing had taken off her bra as I requested. Without the cups, I could comfortably feel the indescribable roundness and softness beneath her thin cotton shirt.
"He touched you in the movie theater, didn't he?"
Jing whimpered, burying her head in my chest. "You saw it all, didn't you?"
"Was it good?" I asked with a lewd grin.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’?”
“I can’t explain it. I’m a little scared, and… a little excited.”
“Where did he touch you?”
“…His thighs…”
“Did he touch your little sister?”
“…Mmm…” Jing said, hugging me tightly, her face rubbing against my chest. The music had ended, and the dance floor was dimly lit again. Jing was so embarrassed that she couldn’t lift her face.
As soon as the second song started, I unzipped my pants and guided one of Jing’s little hands into my pants.
“So hard…” Jing murmured as she squeezed and clenched her hand.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Take it out.”
Jing obediently freed her erect penis from her crotch with some effort and gently stroked it.
“Kneel down and lick it for me.”
“No, honey, we’ll be found out,” Jing panicked and waved her hands.
“Just for a little while, come on.”
Jing couldn’t resist me. “Just one minute,” she said, kneeling down.
My penis, which had been throbbing with excitement all night, was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet mouth. Inside, a soft flesh teased me relentlessly. The thought that the person next to me was probably less than a meter away filled me with a mixture of nervousness and pride.
A few dozen seconds later, Jing stood up in a fluster, but I was still not satisfied. I turned her around abruptly. "Unbutton your shirt!"
Jing protested. "I won't have time to put it back on!"
"Don't worry, I'm listening to the rhythm," I said, already starting to undress Jing.
"I can do it myself, don't tear off my buttons," Jing reluctantly complied.
I lifted her skirt and pressed it against her, bending my legs to guide my erect penis between her thighs.
"What are you doing!" Jing turned back, still protesting nervously.
"Don't worry, I won't penetrate you, just keep it closed."
Although Jing didn't quite believe me, she obediently parted her legs slightly, allowing my penis to slip between them, then closed her legs again. I leaned forward slightly, letting me play with her two naturally drooping breasts from behind. My lower body moved gently between her labia, occasionally brushing against them, and soon my entire member was wet.
After a while, hearing the music was about to end, I pulled away and said, "Clothe it up."
Jing hurriedly finished buttoning her shirt when the lights came on. She glared at me, but her expression didn't seem particularly angry. I smiled and gestured with my lips, as if to say, "Aren't you going to get dressed?
" I led Jing back to our seats, only to find Qiang watching us with a constant smile. Following his gaze, I leaned closer to Jing and chuckled, "You buttoned your shirt wrong."
Jing looked down, her face flushed, and immediately tried to get up to go to the restroom to fix her clothes. I stopped her and whispered, "Just button it here, watch him button it."
Jing glared at me, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
I breathed into her ear, "He saw your breasts earlier, be sexy, make him really want you."
Jing bit her lip, turned to look at Qiang, hesitated for a moment, then her fingers slid across her shirt, slowly unbuttoning a crooked button.
Qiang smiled at her silently, his eyes burning with anticipation.
"Unbutton it slowly, seduce him with your eyes," I whispered encouragingly, captivated by Jing's allure.
Jing stared at Qiang with half-open eyes, seemingly struggling to unbutton the next button. At this point, three buttons of her shirt were undone, and from my angle, her ample breasts were almost spilling out.
Qiang's smile faded, replaced by a somewhat…infatuated expression.
"Button up the second button," I said, one arm around Jing, calmly following her gaze.
Jing smiled quietly and buttoned the top button. But because the bottom buttons were buttoned incorrectly, a large expanse of skin was still exposed.
"Those two men over there are looking at you too."
"Which way?" Jing pretended to cover her chest, but I stopped her, saying, "Let them see."
"Oh…" Jing hummed softly, lowering her head slightly.
"Unbutton the rest,"
Jing said, her lips slightly parted, unbuttoning the remaining buttons one by one. Now, only one button was fastened on her shirt, exposing a large area of skin from her breasts down to her navel. Qiang's expression was like that of an animal about to pounce, his eyes fixed on her as he took a large gulp of beer.
Jing trembled slightly in her eyes, then suddenly gasped, "I can't take it anymore," and tried to pull up her clothes, but I grabbed her hand.
Unable to break free, she closed her eyes, turned her face, and buried her head in my neck. I slipped one hand under her clothes, looking at Qiang, and began to caress her gently.
Jing endured it, her chest heaving, her hot breath on my neck.
Qiang's gaze was fixed on her hand beneath her clothes, seemingly imagining my movements with every rise and fall of the fabric, and the sensation her breasts gave me.
"How about dancing a couple of dances with Qiang?"
"...Okay..."
Qiang readily led her onto the dance floor. The instant the lights went out, I saw his large hand rest on Jing's waist.
Although the dance floor was dark, there was still some dim light on our side of the seats. In the hazy light, to the soft music, many men and women around us were flirting and caressing, creating an atmosphere filled with desire. I raised the cold bottle, mechanically took a sip, and stared blankly into the impenetrable blackness of his eyes, my mind wandering.
Every flirtatious syllable made me wonder what they were doing...
He would soon discover that Jing's shirt and skirt were completely naked... Yes, I stripped my woman of her underwear, just so he could enjoy himself.
Why...
Actually, many men have this fetish, not just Chinese, but foreigners too...
Why do men like us find it exciting to let others use our wives?
Because... a wife is the most private thing. Normally, let alone letting others use her, even being stared at by others is unpleasant.
... But when you've used your girlfriend or wife a thousand times, you'll find that the woman seen from another person's perspective is far more attractive than your own wife.
Perhaps what excites you is the thrill of putting yourself in someone else's shoes, feeling the primal desire for your possession...
...and the perspective of your wife, under your guidance and encouragement, abandoning her deep-seated sense of chastity and indulging her desires... the intertwining of every ordinary woman's yearning for wild fantasies and her temporarily suppressed, yet ever-present, sense of guilt...
...and perhaps there's also the stimulation of contrasting your woman with the utter trampling of your dignity by another man, the masculine instinct filled with a sense of superiority, which awakens a masochistic side in your personality...
I involuntarily interrupted my thoughts. Whether it is or not, my male pride wouldn't allow me to continue speculating about myself like this.
The song ended, and I saw them standing on the dance floor, showing no sign of returning. Her white blouse, originally tucked into her skirt, was now hanging loosely.
He must have already reached inside and groped my breasts thoroughly...
A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside me, yet it also felt burning hot...exciting!
I suddenly realized my jaw was clenched, my right hand gripping the bottle tightly. I quickly looked away.
Jing's proud breasts had always been my favorite, and now someone else was enjoying them…
Lost in thought, the lights went out again…
By the time Qiang helped Jing back to her seat, they had already danced three songs. Although I couldn't see clearly, Jing seemed to be walking unsteadily.
My lower body immediately hardened. I beckoned Jing to sit next to me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an undisguised smile on Qiang's face. Jing took a sip of beer, pressed her burning face against mine, and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm a little dizzy…"
My lips found her earlobe and bit it, saying, "You've been doing something naughty, haven't you?"
She didn't answer, but instead cupped my face and kissed me passionately. I was infected by her passion, and I bit her soft, slightly sweet lips somewhat roughly, while one hand reached up to her breasts and kneaded them forcefully. She made a soft "hmm" sound, and surprisingly, right in front of Qiang Ge, she reached out and grabbed my genitals through my pants. Then, she let out an "oh" and whispered in my ear, "So hard..."
"Mmm...where did he touch you?"
"Everywhere...he took off my shirt completely and touched me," Jing said breathlessly, squeezing my penis forcefully. "Are you excited?"
My blood rushed to my head, my heart pounding. "Mmm, excited...does it feel good when he touches you?"
"Yes..."
"Did he play with your nipples?"
"Mmm..."
"How?"
“…Pinching…and turning…”
“Is it like this?”
“Ah…that’s it…”
“Did he touch your pussy?”
“…Yes.”
I reached under her skirt, probing towards her vaginal opening, but stopped at her inner thigh. “Damn, it’s all flowing here.”
“Mmm…he touched my clitoris…it felt so good…”
I looked at the man and whispered in Jing’s ear, “Do you want him to fuck you?”
Jing paused, then said softly, “Do you want to?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes.” On the way back to the hotel, the three of us didn’t talk much. Jing leaned against me, letting my hand explore inside her loosened clothes, ignoring Qiang’s occasional glances in the rearview mirror. The lewd atmosphere slowly fermented in the silence and the bumpy ride in the darkness.
Walking into the lobby, the bright lights made me feel a little uncomfortable, as if I realized that the lewdness I was about to commit could not be exposed in the light. Looking back at Jing, she didn’t look at me, as if she had sobered up a bit, and her expression was a little stiff.
Qiang Ge chatted and laughed quietly with us in the elevator, easing our tension.
We went into the room and turned on the lights. Jing went into the bathroom first. My heart pounded, and I said in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you take a shower first?"
Jing gave a faint "Mmm," closed the door, but I didn't hear any water running.
I sat on the sofa, facing the large bed in the room, and couldn't help but think about what the man beside me would do to Jing on this bed. A mix of emotions overwhelmed me, and I forgot to speak.
Qiang Ge looked around on the sofa, then turned to see my absent-minded look and said meaningfully, "Xiao Dong, your girlfriend is really beautiful. I can tell you care about her a lot."
I looked at him, forced a smile, and nodded. Suddenly, the sound of the faucet turning on came from the bathroom. My heart skipped a beat, realizing that the situation was irreversibly unfolding.
He continued slowly, "If it were me, I'd also feel a little reluctant. But I think if you want to get the most out of this process, it might be better to be a little more open-minded."
I pondered the meaning behind his words, feeling both embarrassed and convinced of his point. After all, Jing was going to be with him tonight, and if I, who had been encouraging her, were to harbor resentment, wouldn't that go against the original intention of doing this? However, what exactly did I want? When the scene I had fantasized about countless times appeared before me, I was at a loss...
My mind raced with thoughts, and then I heard him say, "When you talked to me before, do you remember how much you wanted me to train your wife?"
I replied, "I remember,"
he said calmly, "Tell me,"
I looked away, my throat dry, and said, "I wanted her to be more open-minded, to be able to accept sexual fantasies about prostitution."
"Did you find that exciting?"
"...Yes."
"Do you still feel that way now?"
"Yes."
"Tonight in the dance hall, I touched your wife's breasts, did you find that exciting?"
In the brightly lit room, being asked this by a strange man sitting next to me made my nerves as taut as a fully drawn bowstring. I could feel my face turning red. After hesitating for a moment, I finally said, "Hmm."
Qiang's tone was still so gentle, but his questions pierced my heart. "What do you want me to do to your wife on that bed tonight?"
I suddenly realized that he was... disciplining me... Yes... disciplining me... Just like how I usually disciplined Jing, using words to specifically target my arousal points and humiliate me... This made me feel very ashamed, but at the same time, it gave me a feeling I had never experienced before, even... pleasure...
"I... hope," I cleared my dry throat, "I hope you discipline her in front of me, let her loosen up as much as possible."
"Want to see me do your wife?"
This question made my blood rush to my face, and I felt as if my nose was about to bleed. I answered with heavy breaths.
"Don't worry, what you'll see later will be unforgettable," Qiang said with a wicked smile. "I'm going to shower first. You tease her for me, keep her excited, prepare her mentally, and encourage her performance tonight. Let her know that her wantonness excites you." I obediently agreed. At
this moment, the sound of water stopped. My heart skipped a beat, and I blurted out, "One thing, you have to be gentle with her. It all depends on her tolerance."
Qiang nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother."
I felt a little relieved. Soon, I heard the bathroom door open, and some steam came out from the crack. Jing, wrapped in a large bath towel and smelling a fragrance, walked out, covering her chest as if afraid the towel would fall off. The moment our eyes met, she blushed instantly, shyly turning half her body away and saying, "Honey, can you find me a hairdryer? I left it in the bathroom, but the waiter seems to have taken it."
I stood up and replied, "Okay, I'll find it for you. Qiang, you go wash up first."
Jing seemed not to hear me, turning her face even further away as Qiang walked past, her back to him.
I found the hairdryer in the cabinet and handed it to Jing, watching her bend down to blow-dry her cascading hair, amazed by her unintentional, fresh beauty.
She didn't look at me, and even after she finished drying her hair, she kept fiddling with things, refusing to sit down. I knew she was nervous at that moment, so I didn't say anything. Actually, I was just as nervous myself, unsure how to start the conversation when Qiang asked me to say or do something.
A short while later, Qiang finished washing up, coming out with his slightly overweight upper body bare and a towel wrapped around his waist. Jing quickly turned away, fiddling with something in her hands. I nodded to Qiang Ge, then turned to Jing and said, "Jing, go lie down in bed
. Give me the towel." From behind, I could see that Jing's nape and ears instantly turned red. She gave a soft "Mmm," lowered her head, moved to the edge of the bed, and burrowed under the covers. Qiang Ge and I turned away from her without looking. After a few rustling sounds, Jing said timidly, "Honey, it's ready."
I went over and picked up the towel. Jing had already closed her eyes and was wrapped tightly in the blanket, even her shoulders were covered, only her head was sticking out. I had a thousand words in my heart, but I just lowered my head and kissed her cheek. I got up and walked past Qiang Ge into the bathroom.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for a moment, then took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The scalding water washed over my hair, streaming down my face, but my heart was in my throat. I wondered what the two people in the bedroom were doing, and how the scene I was about to witness would affect my reaction.
I only showered for five minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore. I hastily dried myself, composed myself, and turned on the shower.
Looking up, I saw Qiang sitting half-upright on the side of the bed, with Jing lying behind him, her upper body naked and her blanket partially pulled back, her two delicate breasts being gently kneaded by his hands. Jing's head was turned to one side, one right hand covering her eyes, the other resting on his thigh. The towel between Qiang's legs was bulging quite high; I wondered if Jing had been stroking him.
My heart trembled, and I suppressed the jealousy that welled up inside me. A thrill gradually filled my chest, as if hormones were taking effect, transporting me to a strange mental world.
Qiang's eyes met mine, and he smiled, "Come on, husband, sleep on the other side. Little Jing
, move over a bit." I dimmed the light before getting into bed as he instructed. Jing still had her eyes closed, but she turned to her side and hugged me tightly, tears welling in her eyes.
I was overwhelmed with emotions, but didn't know how to comfort her. I could only hold her tightly, lower my head, and kiss away her tears. I felt the mattress vibrate beneath me; Qiang had also lay down next to Jing.
This was the first time I'd experienced this sleeping position with two men sandwiching a woman, and it instantly made me hard, pressing my penis tightly against Jing's lower abdomen, even creating a dent. Jing gave a soft "hmm," and I slipped my hand between her legs. Although it made her flinch, I was surprised to find that she was dry down there.
At that moment, Qiang also launched his attack from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist and hips, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. Jing's skin in these areas was extremely delicate, and they were very sensitive spots for a woman, causing her to tremble slightly. Seeing her reaction, I abandoned her red lips and took one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. Jing hissed, grabbing my head with both hands and pressing me tightly against her full breasts, almost suffocating me.
I continued my oral stimulation, while my other hand slipped back between her labia, only to find another rough hand already caressing Jing's private parts. As if telepathically connected, one hand brushed her skin, then the other's, the two completely different touches and techniques alternating, instantly eliciting continuous moans from Jing. Soon, a small stream of fluid appeared, making her lower body slightly wet.
At this moment, Qiang said, "Have Jing lie flat," and moved his body downwards. I guessed what he meant, so I pushed Jing flat, and at the same time, pulled one of her thighs further towards me.
Sure enough, I saw Qiang slip under the covers, and then a human-shaped bulge appeared between Jing's legs. Then she shuddered, let out a loud groan, and instinctively grabbed me tightly with one hand. He was under the covers, so I couldn't see his movements, but with Jing's trembling and moans, I could imagine the stimulation he was giving her. Besides, I rarely licked Jing's lower body, so this must have brought her a long-lost pleasure.
I held Jing and kissed her wildly, asking between kisses, "Is it good?"
Jing panted, her expression unreadable, neither pain nor pleasure, but she didn't speak.
A short while later, he flung the blanket off, panting, and said to us, "It's too stuffy in there!" He then knelt at the foot of the bed and took a few deep breaths. Jing, her blanket pulled off, quickly covered her private parts with her hands and curled up to one side. Seeing her naked and exposed in front of Qiang, my instinct was to cover her private parts with the blanket, but I forcefully restrained myself, just staring blankly. Qiang, with something dangling from his lower body, knelt on the bed and moved towards Jing, glancing at me. Seeing that I didn't object, he quickly straddled her.
Before Jing could react, he had already hooked one arm around her neck and grasped his still-soft penis, bringing it to her lips. Jing's hands were trapped under his legs, unable to move, and she tried to dodge left and right, a sight that made my heart ache. Seeing this, Qiang Ge remained unmoved. He gently patted her face a few times with a rubber band-like thing, which gradually grew larger. He said, "Come on, Xiao Jing, give me a suck." Seeing that I wouldn't step forward, Jing could only close her eyes and move her head, feigning resistance. Finally, with a soft "mmm," he inserted half of it into her mouth.
My fiancée was giving oral sex to someone else in front of me...
I thought I was ready after what happened with Xiao Feng, but now I realized that watching my wife being used by someone else for the first time is something I could never be fully prepared for.
I stared wide-eyed as the penis thrust in and out of her mouth, growing larger and larger, occasionally making her cough. My heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Qiang Ge was completely focused on looking down at the woman serving him, his expression one of satisfaction mixed with disbelief.
After a while, Qiang Ge looked at me, comparing her lower body to his. I nodded slightly, somewhat dazed. He slowly pulled out, his penis still bouncing, and took the condom I handed him, putting it on. Jing
weakly wiped her mouth, closed her eyes, and lay there silently, her hands crossed over her chest, which only created a deep cleavage between her breasts.
I watched as Qiang's broad body pressed down on her, slowly but firmly separating her hands and pressing Jing's petite body down firmly. My heart ached, thinking I shouldn't hurt her. His dark, rough body and her milky white, smooth skin created a strong visual impact.
He must have accumulated a lot of good fortune in his past lives to be able to enjoy Jing's body like this...
He supported himself with one hand, and with the other, he climbed up Jing's soft, delicate, yet round and firm breast, pushing it up and taking a bite of the tip, savoring it immensely.
Jing turned her head away, her expression unseen, though I could hear her erratic breathing, she remained silent.
I watched helplessly as he finished one side of her penis and switched back to the other, his lower body holding his erect penis, rubbing the head between her petals. Soon, he pressed against her entrance, as if about to exert force. I saw Jing's hands gripping the sheets tightly, her toes clenched in tension. A surge of unease, jealousy, and arousal welled up inside me, growing stronger and stronger, as if about to burst from my chest.
"Wait!" I blurted out.
Qiang and Jing stiffened simultaneously, but I continued, "...Let me see more clearly."
I got off the bed and squatted on the edge, watching with extremely complex emotions as I focused on the point where their genitals touched. The thick, dark penis was encased in a semi-transparent sheath, the two drooping, wrinkled testicles contrasting sharply with Jing's delicate, pink petals.
Masturbating at the computer desk, releasing my pent-up desires on Jing, daydreaming in the office... the scene of Jing being raped by another man, which I constantly fantasized about, was finally about to unfold before my eyes! My mind reeled, and I murmured hoarsely, "Gently."
Jing let out a barely audible sigh as the man on top of me slowly lowered himself. Qiang's glans, the size of a small egg, encountered resistance at Jing's delicate opening, causing the shaft to bend slightly. Suddenly, the blunt end broke through the opening and plunged in, the shaft then straightening again. I heard Jing gasp, her hands involuntarily gripping Qiang's arms. He paused briefly before slowly but firmly inserting his entire penis, leaving only his testicles outside, still slightly twitching.
This thrust not only penetrated Jing's vagina but also struck a chord within me. I watched as that unfamiliar penis slowly entered Jing's private parts. Images flashed through my mind: the difficulty I felt when I deflowered her, the intense sense of conquest, Jing's sharp pain and bewilderment, and me telling her "I love you" from the bottom of my heart… Countless fragments of memory swept through my mind…
Jing's vaginal opening pulsated rhythmically, as if trying to get used to the intrusion. I knew that each contraction would bring him a sweet, tight grip, just like I had experienced countless times…
Qiang frowned, closed his eyes, and remained motionless for a long while before finally saying, "Xiao Dong, your wife is really tight."
I mumbled a response, watching him slowly thrust in and out of Jing. When he pulled out most of the way, I could see the skin around Jing's vaginal opening stretched thin and round, completely covering his penis without a single gap. When he thrust in, his labia minora would flip inside out as well… Oh… He was really fucking my Jing, the woman I loved most, the wife I was going to marry, the mother of my future children…
Jing's legs were tense, her little feet still gripping tightly. Suddenly, I remembered the day after I took her virginity, when she lay in my arms and said, "I've thought it through. In this life, there will only be one man—you." A surge of intense tenderness welled up inside me. I reached out and kissed one of her legs. Jing flinched in surprise, and I quickly said, "Relax… relax…" She then tried to relax her legs, letting me caress and love her.
Qiang observed Jing's expression and, seeing her brow gradually relax, softly asked, "Jing, is it comfortable?"
Jing opened her lips, but ultimately couldn't utter a word, only nodding slightly. Seeing that Jing seemed to be getting aroused, I felt much better. Qiang gradually increased the frequency of his thrusts, his fat lower body slamming against Jing's soft lower abdomen and thighs, producing the familiar sound of flesh colliding. His thick, dark penis, as if it had a tendon inside, stood erect for over ten centimeters, rapidly moving in and out between Jing's spread labia. His two swollen, large testicles swayed lasciviously, slapping against Jing's perineum, making me feel increasingly flustered.
Perhaps the psychological tension was finally overwhelmed by the body's natural reaction; Jing's lower body became increasingly wet, and her initial light panting gradually turned into soft moans. Qiang licked her neck while saying, "Jing, hold me." She listened and naturally wrapped her arms around Qiang's shoulders and back. Seeing her aroused, and the two of them naked and intertwined like two worms, I felt a surge of lust. Qiang, feeling pleased with himself, took the opportunity to show off his skills, using a combination of shallow and deep thrusts. He teased, "Xiao Jing, when we first chatted, did you ever think I'd actually fuck you?"
Jing frowned and finally spoke, but was interrupted by the impact, saying intermittently, "No...no..."
Qiang Ge seemed to be immersed in memories and satisfaction, saying, "I thought about it from the very first time. Last time you and your husband fucked for me online, I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night."
"...Oh..."
Qiang Ge continued panting, "When I first saw you in person today, I was immediately struck by your beauty, even more beautiful than on camera, that aura...tsk tsk...indescribable." Jing
listened silently, without responding. Hearing him praise Jing, even though I knew he was trying to flatter her, I still felt a surge of vain satisfaction.
"At the time, I thought, such a dignified and beautiful woman, would I really let her fuck me today?" Qiang Ge said, his movements slowing slightly, giving Jing a dozen light and shallow thrusts. Jing's
legs bent, seemingly involuntarily moving upwards to meet his thrusts, her expression showing a hint of unbearable discomfort.
"So you actually let me fuck you, Xiao Jing!" Qiang said, thrusting his penis in hard, making Jing moan.
"Xiao Dong, I really envy you, having such a beautiful wife every day," Qiang said to me, but carefully watching Jing's expression. "Do you two have sex often?"
"About two or three times a week," I replied.
Qiang grunted and said, "If I had such a beautiful wife, I'd fuck her every day," which made Jing give a soft "oh."
Qiang then changed to quick and shallow movements. "Xiao Jing, tell me, besides your husband, have you ever been with any other men?" He had asked me this before and knew I was Jing's first man.
"...No," I thought, my heart skipped a beat. I didn't mean to lie to Qiang, but it wouldn't be right to say I had, especially not her cousin, would it?
"When did your husband take your virginity?"
Jing opened her eyes slightly and looked at me. "...It's been six years..."
"Do many men try to get close to you?"
"...Probably...yes..." Jing stammered.
"What do you mean 'probably'? Lots of men want to sleep with you, right?" Qiang Ge emphasized the word "sleep with.
" "..." I thought to myself, of course she couldn't say that.
"You've kept it safe for your husband for the past six years, haven't let any other man touch you, right?" He asked knowingly, his lower body only leaving the head of his penis inside her, teasing her.
"Yes..." Perhaps I'm more sensitive, I could hear the guilt in Jing's answer.
"Then today you've given me your virginity," Qiang Ge deliberately used suggestive words to stimulate Jing's senses, "So good!" Saying that, he gave Jing a few deep thrusts.
"Ah...you got off easy..." Jing, tickled to her itch, spoke with a hint of lust. Qiang Ge sensed the pleasure and rewarded her with another hard thrust. Jing let out a soft moan of pleasure, and then Qiang asked, "How is it? Do you like it?"
"Yes..." Seeing Jing getting into the swing of things and responding with her moans, Qiang gave her several more deep thrusts, then asked, "Do you like Qiang's cock?"
Jing cried out repeatedly, but didn't answer, turning to me and saying, "Husband, hold my hand!"
I did as she said, taking her hand tightly and kissing her arm. The mattress beneath us shook with Qiang's powerful movements, allowing me to feel the impact she was experiencing.
Suddenly, a phone rang behind us. I was startled, and seeing Qiang doing the same, I realized it was Jing's phone ringing. I was going to ignore it, but the caller stubbornly refused to hang up, which annoyed Jing. She said, "Husband, can you see who it is?" Qiang ignored her and continued thrusting.
I got out of bed as instructed and went to the desk. I took the phone from Jing's handbag and saw that the caller ID showed the word "home." The ringing finally stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief, laughing, "It sounds like it's your home calling."
Jing said "Oh," and just as I was about to put the phone back, the ringing started again. Jing clicked her tongue, hesitated for a moment, and said to Qiang, who was on top of her, "Qiang, stop for a moment, I need to take this call."
Qiang responded, but didn't pull out of Jing's body; he just propped himself up.
Jing took the phone from my hand and patiently said "hello." Then I heard her speaking in Chongqing dialect. I caught the gist of it; it seemed she was explaining to her mother-in-law that she was currently on a business trip. After a few sentences, I saw Qiang give me a wink and then slowly resume thrusting. Jing's voice trembled instantly, and she pressed one hand against Qiang's chest as if to ask him to stop, but he ignored her and instead increased the frequency, but his movements were careful, without making any sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Jing tried her best to remain calm on the phone, but her expression betrayed her extreme urgency. Her speech was increasingly labored, punctuated by shortness of breath and incoherent ramblings. Qiang seized the opportunity, thrusting his penis deep inside her, his hips pumping in circles. Knowing the reaction this would elicit, I saw Jing close her eyes, her mouth agape, speechless. Seeing Jing being violated by another man while talking to her aunt filled me with lust.
Finally hanging up, Jing tossed the phone aside on the pillow beside her, glancing at Qiang as if about to complain, but ultimately remained silent. Perhaps she wasn't very familiar with him and couldn't bring herself to say anything.
Qiang, however, chuckled, "Was that Auntie?"
Jing nodded with a hint of reproach in her eyes. Qiang chuckled lewdly, "If your mother knew her daughter was being fucked by another man in front of her son-in-law, I wonder what she would think."
Jing blushed and said, "You still dare to say that! You made me suffer so much just now!"
Qiang and I burst into laughter. He turned to me and said, "Xiao Dong, how about letting your mother-in-law hear me fucking your wife? It'll be exciting!"
Being asked this next to Jing made me feel a little embarrassed, but at that moment, my lust was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but answer.
"Tell your wife that you like watching me fuck her," Qiang said, speeding up the pace so I could clearly see Jing's upper body, her two white breasts swaying violently.
I leaned closer to Jing and said in a dry voice, "Wife, I like watching you being fucked by men, with your parents-in-law listening." Thinking it over, I added, "If there's a chance to let your in-laws hear their daughter-in-law being fucked, that would be even more exciting."
Jing opened her mouth and let out a long "oh," opened her eyes and looked at me, but didn't say anything. Qiang was thrusting into her relentlessly, each thrust making her body tremble. Her eyelids seemed to be drooping, yet she still forced her eyes open, looking at me with a mixture of resentment and allure.
Qiang thrust harder and harder, and Jing's face grew increasingly uneasy. Finally, she frowned and groaned loudly, her voice sweet and cloying, making any man feel as if he were drinking honey, wanting only to knead and ravage this woman at will. Qiang crossed Jing's two shapely, long legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, saying in a rough voice, "Jing, squeeze tight!"
Hearing him order my fiancée to squeeze his penis with her vagina, a wicked, sweet pleasure welled up inside me.
Jing let out a soft moan. She placed her hands on her breasts, her ten slender fingers squeezing and kneading them, satisfying the instinctive need for her breasts to be caressed.
Qiang Ge took in Jing's lewd actions, tightly holding her thighs against his chest and abdomen, thrusting forcefully, "Say 'fuck me'!"
Jing's expression struggled, yet she still looked at me with uneasy eyes.
"Say it," I said expectantly, my eyes wide.
"...Fuck me..." Jing finally murmured softly.
"Say it louder!"
"Fuck me!" Jing raised her voice slightly, but it still trembled with suppressed emotion.
"Say 'Big Brother, fuck my cunt'!" Qiang Ge's lower body moved faster and harder, but his face was contorted, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
"Big Brother... ah...fuck me... no... I can't say it..." Jing cried out, shaking her head in distress.
"Stop pretending to be a slut! Let me fuck you all, say it!" Qiang Ge's tone grew heavier, forcefully commanding Jing, making me tremble.
"Ah~ fuck my cunt..." Jing finally gave in.
Upon hearing this, Qiang Ge thrust forcefully more than ten times, then abruptly stopped, holding his breath, and said, "Don't move... huff... don't move an inch." He frowned and pursed his lips, desperately suppressing the imminent climax, lying motionless and dazed. After a while, he calmed down and slowly withdrew from Jing's body, saying, "Come on, Xiao Dong, it's your turn. How about from behind?"
I nodded in agreement, pulled up the limp Jing, and manipulated her like a doggy-style position. Parting Jing's buttocks, I found that her vaginal fluids had already flowed everywhere, even wetting her anus and the surrounding flesh. The two petals that were originally tightly closed were now slightly open, and the entrance to her vagina was a small hole that could be seen with the naked eye. I knew that Qiang Ge had opened it up, so I slapped her plump buttocks a few times, stroked my penis a few times, and then pushed it in.
Because of the foreplay, Jing's vaginal cavity was not as tight as usual when first entering; it was very slippery inside. I thought about how her clean vagina had just been fucked by another man, and I wanted to say something to humiliate Jing, but I was afraid she would think I was angry, so I kept quiet. My penis, however, seemed to have grown even larger than usual.
Qiang ripped off the condom, brought his lower body close to Jing's face, and without asking her, shoved his penis into her mouth. Jing was being penetrated from behind, and she was making whimpering sounds with that thing in her mouth. Sometimes when I went too hard, Jing couldn't hold onto his penis, and Qiang would immediately shove it back in, saying, "Little Jing, in this position, you have to stick your ass up high and sink your waist down. That's how you look pretty and sexy." His hands would sometimes reach down and touch Jing's two plump, drooping breasts, and sometimes he would grab her head and thrust it deep into her throat. My lower body was already experiencing waves of pleasure, and watching Jing being used by the two of us in the classic position, like an adult film actress, made me feel like I'd been injected with an aphrodisiac. I couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qiang, how's my wife? Is it comfortable to use?"
He smiled wickedly and replied, "It's so comfortable. You have to make me feel good tonight." As he spoke, he stroked Jing's beautiful hair while thrusting his penis into her mouth.
I felt a strange pleasure and turned to Jing, asking, "Jing, does Brother Qiang's cock taste good?"
Jing shook her head, her curly hair rolling sexy in waves. I couldn't tell if she was nodding or shaking her head. A few times, Brother Qiang thrust deeply into her, and she let out a dry heave.
Seeing this, Qiang Ge showed no sign of slowing down. Instead, he gathered Jing's hair into a braid, grabbed it briefly, and leaned down, saying, "Little Jing isn't quite used to deep throat yet, is she? Come on, let me train her."
I became even more excited and said to Qiang Ge, "Qiang Ge, please train my wife properly." Then I said to Jing, "After we get married, let Qiang Ge come over and train you on our bed, okay?"
Jing couldn't answer, but her vaginal walls were contracting and gripping my penis, feeling incredibly good.
Qiang Ge's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he continued, "Then you two will hang a big wedding photo on the wall, and let Xiao Jing look at it while I do it to her. Xiao Dong, you can watch me fuck your wife."
I imagined it based on his description, and indeed, the scene was incredibly tempting. Seeing my rapt attention, Qiang Ge went on to say, "Xiao Jing, in the future, if your husband gets you pregnant, I'll take you out to meet his friends, and I'll tell everyone that the child in your belly is mine, how about that?"
Jing got goosebumps all over her back, clearly extremely aroused by what he said. I thought to myself, "If I really let him get Jing pregnant, how crazy would that be!" Although I was too embarrassed to say it out loud, the thought made my blood boil, and I fucked Jing hard with all my might.
Qiang Ge continued, "When Xiao Jing has her baby, let her breastfeed while I fuck her. Let your child suckle at Xiao Jing's nipple and watch his mother get fucked!"
I felt like my nose was about to bleed. All my ethics, morality, reason, and taboos were overturned like a dam breaking. My lower body throbbed as I continued, "Yes... and next time, let's take Xiao Jing back to the dark dance hall tonight and let her dance with strangers!"
Qiang Ge responded, "Good idea. Let all the customers take turns touching your wife's entire body, and then take her out for sex."
Jing trembled all over, but Qiang Ge lewdly added fuel to the fire, "If Xiao Jing goes out to work as a prostitute, her business will be booming, and she'll be so fucked she won't be able to get out of bed."
I panted and frantically pounded into Jing, saying, "Wife, let Qiang Ge introduce you to customers, let them line up to patronize you, how about that?"
Jing spat out the penis in her mouth and collapsed onto the bed, her head still against Qiang Ge's crotch, only sticking her buttocks up high and screaming, "Fuck me!"
I knew she was about to climax, and I felt the pleasure in my lower body becoming increasingly unbearable. I took a deep breath and thrust wildly, "Say 'sex me'!"
"Sex me! Harder!" Jing cried out, enduring the sensation. Qiang, while rapidly stroking his penis, watched us. The three of us climbed higher and higher on the mountain of pleasure. I looked up, my face contorted, gasping for breath, trying to hold back. Suddenly, I saw Qiang look up and roar, a stream of white semen landing on Jing's face. With a shudder, my penis throbbed, ejaculating the first hot stream deep into her vagina. I watched as Qiang's fluids gushed onto Jing's face, hair, and even back. I myself convulsed in intense orgasm, ejaculating countless times. Jing, amidst the simultaneous release of two men, screamed wildly and uncontrollably, as if she had been raped and murdered. The sound of water splashing filled the bathroom. Jing, naked, curled up in my arms, her head resting on my arm. My fingertips slid down her shoulder and arm, gently tracing circles of varying sizes. The afterglow of the wild climax still lingered in my mind, and another indescribable feeling was quietly beginning to sprout.
Jing suddenly asked, "Honey... were you happy tonight?"
I didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a while, I hummed in agreement. Then I asked, "And you?"
Jing said softly, "I don't know."
I vaguely sensed her worries and, not wanting her to be too sentimental, I teased her, "Stop pretending! You screamed like you were going to kill me!"
She smiled, punched me lightly, and then said, "The feeling... was quite intense, but I feel a little awkward, like I'm... a little sorry for you."
I was touched and said softly, "Don't be silly, it's all my fault for making you like this. I think it's great!"
Jing bit her lip and said, "Although it seems like I'm just following your lead... actually... I also feel quite excited."
My heart stirred: "That's good. If you don't feel happy, I won't be happy either."
Jing hummed in agreement, and after a moment of silence, said, "Honey, let's... get married?"
Although we'd been engaged for over half a year, we hadn't yet put anything concrete on the agenda. Jing's suggestion made me truly understand her anxiety. Without hesitation, I said, "Okay."
Jing closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body close, saying tenderly, "I love you!"
I didn't speak, only held her tightly. Suddenly, the image of another woman appeared in my mind.
She was my ex-girlfriend. Among the many women in my life, she was the only one I truly and sincerely vowed to be with.
She was once the only color in my life, but three years had worn away that vibrancy. In the year we were supposed to set our wedding date, I, not knowing how to cherish her, abandoned her, extinguishing her last hope for me. The despair and pain I brought her back then still hurt so clearly in my heart years later. Where are all those women I once said I loved and truly loved?
And I, finally, am getting married. Jing is wonderful. I can't say I have no regrets, but... it's her!
I suddenly realized I shouldn't be so quiet at this moment, and said softly, "Didn't you want to take wedding photos? Have you looked at any?"
Jing's face lit up with a smile, and she said cheerfully, "Yes, I've found them all. I'll show you their samples online when I get home tomorrow." Then she started rambling on and on, and I listened with a smile, savoring the simple yet warm joy of this young woman.
When Qiang came out of the bathroom, I suddenly felt like a stranger had barged into my house. Jing also stopped talking abruptly, her face instantly turning red. Sensing the slightly strange atmosphere, Qiang reverted to his warm and polite self, casually chatting about everyday things before getting dressed. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he wanted to continue, I really wouldn't know how to handle it.
"Going back tomorrow, right? Do you want me to take you shopping in the morning?" he asked before leaving.
"Oh, no need, we'll sleep in tomorrow, have breakfast, and then catch our train." I shook his hand.
He turned his gaze to Jing, as if wanting a farewell hug, but in the end, he just smiled and said goodbye.
After exchanging pleasantries and seeing him off, Jing muttered to herself, "This guy is not bad."
Hearing her tone, I felt relieved and teased, "What's so good about him?"
Jing glanced at me and deliberately said, "He's good in every way, unlike some people."
"Who are those people?" I looked around, knowing the answer already.
"Those people are you! You even told him in front of him that you wanted me to go out and be a prostitute! You pervert!" Jing said, suppressing a laugh.
"Just kidding!" I said playfully, putting my arm around her.
"It's one thing to say it yourself, but to say it like that in front of someone else, how embarrassing!"
"Hehe...didn't you get quite excited about it back then..." Jing
blushed and fell silent.
"If I really took you back to that dance hall today and made you dance with strangers for me, would you be willing?"
"No way! Those men are so disgusting, all of them look sleazy and lecherous."
"What if there were handsome ones?"
"How handsome?"
"As handsome as Louis Koo."
Jing seemed a little hesitant, tilting her head in consideration.
Seeing her interest, I couldn't help but get excited. I hugged Jing from behind and whispered in her ear, "Let him touch you! After he's done, I'll put ten yuan in your bra." Jing cooperated and
hummed in agreement: "If you like it, I'll let him touch you." " Ask
him if he wants to take you to the bathroom for sex, three hundred yuan." "Oh..." "Wife, I'm thinking about it again." Jing didn't say anything, but instead grabbed my erect penis ... lz1986829 2011-5-26 10:04 PM ********** ...

I turned on my computer to check my emails and suddenly realized I hadn't checked the email address I used to contact Xiaofeng in a long time. On a whim, I went to look, and sure enough, there was an email. As I read the letter, I thought that he and Jing hadn't had many opportunities to make love lately, and young people's desires are strong, so he couldn't help but contact us again.
Seeing the lustful desire revealed in his sentimental words, a thought involuntarily crossed my mind...
Monday, at the company.
"You're back?" Nikki called before I even got comfortable in my chair.
"Yeah!" I said listlessly, looking at the forty-odd emails in my inbox.
"Let's have lunch together?"
"Okay."
"Should we invite Helen?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I suspected she was testing me. "Why should we invite her?"
"Didn't you two go to Xi'an together last week? What, didn't you manage to flirt with her?"
I feigned innocence. "No way, she completely ignored me."
Nikki laughed smugly. "I knew it. How about that, feeling particularly frustrated? Tsk! Tsk! Even our Don has his moments of failure!"
"Alright, alright, I'm getting back to work." I deliberately looked dejected and hung up.
A smile crept onto my lips, and I immediately dialed Helen's extension, but the line was busy.
I was writing an email to my boss reporting on my work in Xi'an last week when Helen called.
"You called me?" Her voice was calm.
“Yeah, Nikki asked me to lunch.”
“Then you can eat with her.”
“Do you want to come along?”
“No, what would I do if you guys were eating? She didn’t even invite me.” She said with a hint of bitterness.
"Oh, were you talking to her just now?"
"Yeah, she asked me a lot of questions about our situation in Xi'an, all very roundabout."
"What did you say?"
"What could I say? Look at you, she's my only good friend, and now I have to hide things from her."
I felt a little smug and chuckled. "Want to have dinner together tonight?"
"We'll see!"
"We'll see, six o'clock downstairs, meet me at the Starbucks."
"...Okay!"
At noon, Nikki had just sat down in front of me when she blurted out, "Helen's acting a bit strange today."
I gave a noncommittal "Oh," and told the waiter, "I'd like a seafood hot pot set."
The waiter turned to Nikki, but she was flipping through the menu, muttering to herself for a while, "Should I have the three-delicacy hot pot or the boiled beef?"
The waiter was practically rolling his eyes. I urged, "Hey, can't you hurry up?"
"Don't rush... Okay, okay, boiled beef, please!"
The waiter had just written down the order, taken the menu, and turned to leave when she called me back. "Hey, never mind, I'll just have the three-delicacy hot pot!"
I covered my eyes and shook my head, refusing to look at the waiter's expression.
"You really are the epitome of womanhood."
"I am." She smiled sweetly, propping her cheek up with one hand. "How about that?"
I shook my head with a wry smile, speechless.
"Alright, tell me what exactly happened in Xi'an?
" "I told you nothing!" I looked innocent.
"I don't believe you, I have a sixth sense."
"What did you sense?"
"You were all talking so evasively, like you were guilty."
"No way!"
"Just admit it, I won't be angry."
"Nothing at all, why are you asking me to admit anything?"
She stared at me for a long time. "Good thing you're tight-lipped, don't let me catch you. By the way, do you want me to be your assistant or not?"
Hearing her get to the point, I became a little serious. Actually, Nikki's work ability is quite good, and recently HR hasn't produced any decent resumes.
Looking into her eager eyes, I couldn't help but soften: "Okay..."
"Really?" Her expression instantly burst with genuine joy, and she involuntarily took my hands in hers. I quickly pulled my hands away, widened my eyes, and whispered, "Hey!"
My colleagues and I often come to this restaurant; it's crowded and noisy. Although I don't care that much about what others think, it's better to be cautious.
She pursed her lips, then smiled again: "Then you can talk to Anne this afternoon, okay?"
I was infected by her genuine happiness and smiled in response...
I sent Jing a text message that afternoon saying I wouldn't be home for dinner and made a reservation at the restaurant.
"Tell me honestly, is there anything between you and Nikki?"
Sitting in the elegant French restaurant, Helen's expression made it impossible for me to discern her true thoughts.
Today, she wore a gray silk-linen dress, revealing her delicate knees and slender calves. The fitted blazer she had worn over it had been taken away and hung up by the waiter when she entered. She'd probably touched up her makeup before leaving work, exuding the sophistication and refinement of a Shanghai woman.
I stared into her eyes and asked, "If I did, would you mind?"
A knowing glint in her eyes, she sat back in her chair, listlessly replying, "I knew it."
Although I hadn't intended to hide it from her, I felt a little embarrassed and scratched my head, saying, "Actually… it was a long time ago. Now… we're just friends!"
She looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Is there any pretty girl in the company who isn't your friend? Have you slept with Sue from Finance?"
"Uh… slept with what?" I thought to myself, how unlucky I am, every question comes back to me.
Seeing my guilty look, she stared at me incredulously: "You… you slept with her too?"
"Well...actually, I didn't...that..." I thought to myself, how am I supposed to explain this technical issue to you? She actually laughed: "I give up." Then she said lightly, "Now you have me too, I bet you're pretty smug, aren't you? You've been with all the decent girls in the company."
I had no way to argue, so I simply took her hand: "Don't be angry! Those are all old news, now it's just you."
She frowned and tried to pull her hand away, but I didn't let go, and said softly, "I like you." Hearing this, she loosened her grip, then stared at me and said, "You're living with your girlfriend?"
I knew Nikki must have told her, so I nodded and hummed in agreement.
"Then why do you say you like me?"
I felt guilty, and after thinking for a moment, I said, "I like both of you."
She snorted, "Do you love her?"
I lowered my gaze and nodded.
"Will you marry her?"
"Yes." I'm not a good person, but I wouldn't lie about something like this.
She was silent for a while, then said softly, "I understand."
I looked up at her, trying to find something on her face.
"Don't worry, I won't bother you," she said calmly.
A sudden longing for a new relationship welled up inside me, and I said, "But I hope you bother me."
She stared blankly at the empty space beside me. "You want me to be your mistress?"
"I don't have that ability."
"Then what do you want?"
"I don't know... I only know that you attract me, and I want to see you often."
Hearing this, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up.
I really hated this pretentious atmosphere. If we were in a normal little restaurant, I would definitely reach out and hug her.
I raised my glass. "Let's have a drink."
She forced a smile, raised her glass and clinked it against mine. "Cheers."
After calming myself down, I listened to her tell her life story over the two-hour dinner.
"When I was little, my family was just an ordinary family. My dad would take me to school on his electric scooter. Sometimes it was late, and the scooter would go so fast that I'd be terrified and hold on tightly to the handlebars..."
"Later, my dad went into business, and our house got bigger and bigger. He even bought a BMW instead of his electric scooter, but he never had time to take me anymore. He came home later and later, and he often argued with my mom..."
"When they argued, my mom would hug me and cry... and I would cry too..."
"They divorced when I was fifteen. I felt like the world was all gray..."
"After that, I lived with my mom..."
"My dad would sometimes come to see me. He had another child with my stepmother..."
I listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a question. I was deeply moved by how open she was to her heart. Red wine is a good catalyst for emotions, and the second bottle is better than the first. As I helped her, whose steps were already a little unsteady, out of the restaurant, she clung to me, her breath, tinged with the scent of wine, tickling my neck.
"I'll take you home," I said softly, kissing her cheek.
She reached out and hugged me. "Take me somewhere where no one's around... I want you to love me..."
I knew it was getting late, but who could refuse such a request?
On the hotel bed, we kissed passionately, panting as we tore off each other's clothes and threw them on the floor. My lower body, weakened by the alcohol, was easily taken in by her touch. This long-lost passion surged through me, and in no time I pulled her up, parted her legs, and entered her. She cried out loudly, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
Her vagina was tight and warm, her embrace full of longing...
"I love you." Unconsciously, the mantra slipped from my lips, startling even myself.
She trembled at the sound, holding me tightly, calling my name repeatedly, urging me to press closer and penetrate deeper.
Had I fallen in love again? I didn't know. I banished the thought, using the simplest, most primal way to tell the woman beneath me my undisguised desire and emotion. No extra techniques needed, just the most basic position, twenty minutes of powerful thrusting…
“You’re so strong!” she gasped, her nails digging into my back muscles, driving me to pound into her like a madwoman!
“Harder… ooh…” She clung tightly to me, struggling to lift herself up, biting my shoulder.
I silently pleaded with her to be gentle, but afraid of disturbing her climax, I didn’t speak, sending her to the peak like a storm…
As our breathing calmed, I rolled off her, pulling her to my side, letting her smooth, delicate back press against my chest. We were both covered in sweat, not bothering to wipe it away. I grasped one of her breasts in one hand. Not as round and full as Jing’s, but youthful and fresh.
“After you get married, will you still make love to me like this?” I couldn’t see her expression, only heard her softly ask.
“Will you still let me do this?”
“If she doesn’t mind, I don’t mind either.”
I thought to myself, how could she not mind? I didn’t reply.
“Have you ever tried being with two women at once?” she suddenly blurted out.
"No."
"Actually, I wouldn't mind coming with Nikki."
I was genuinely stunned.
It was almost midnight when I got home. The living room was dark, with only a sliver of light peeking through the crack in the bedroom door. I composed myself and pushed the door open a crack.
"So late today?" Jing sat on the bed, holding a copy of Ruili magazine, and looked up at me.
"Yeah, with a client," I said, unwilling to elaborate, "I'm going to take a shower." I closed the door behind me. Actually, I had already showered, but of course, I couldn't let Jing find out.
I turned off the light and lay in bed. Jing leaned closer in the darkness and lifted her head. I instinctively slipped an arm under her neck for her to rest her head on.
"What kind of client is so important?"
"A few foreigners, they have incredible energy," I made up. "They didn't want to leave once they got to Xintiandi."
"Oh... foreigners are all like that..." Jing changed the subject, "Xiao Feng even texted me today."
"Oh, he wants you to come over?"
"Well, I'm a bit tired, so I said I'd go another day."
I thought of Xiaofeng's email. Although we'd already been intimate once that night, I was still a little aroused. "Call me when you're going."
Jing chuckled. "We'll get caught."
"At worst, we can play with the three of us," I said with a lewd grin. "We've got experience anyway."
"...No...too chaotic..." Jing hesitated.
Hearing her words, I felt she wasn't quite sure, so I pulled my arm away and said, "It's bound to happen sooner or later anyway, go to sleep."
"Mmm." I couldn't quite place which part she was referring to.
The next day at the company, Jing sent me a website link, saying it was a wedding photography company's website for me to check out. I clicked on it and saw some pretty artistic designs. Looking at the brides dressed up so beautifully, I thought none of them were as pretty as Jing. I replied with an email asking her to book. Annne didn't seem too surprised that I chose Nikki; her round, bulging eyes seemed to see right through me. "I'll talk to Joseph, and Nikki can come over once he finds a replacement."
I ignored her and casually thanked him.
This week passed peacefully and quickly, just like countless busy but empty workdays before. Of course, the work was empty, but with a new office romance, there was no shortage of steamy moments.
Once, I ran into Qiang Ge on QQ at work, and I panicked a bit and immediately set my status to offline. I stared blankly for a long time at his simultaneous "hello." That
night in bed, Jing said she had chatted with Qiang Ge for a few minutes.
"Oh? What did he say?"
"He... um... said... well, he said a lot of nice things."
"Say nice things about whom?" I asked knowingly.
"Of course it's about me, how could he say nice things about you?"
I thought to myself, I've already let him sleep with my wife, so it's nothing for him to say a few nice things about me, right?
"What did he say about you?" I lewdly hugged her.
Jing feigned shyness, "He said I'm pretty, have a great figure, and that he felt really good..."
"What exactly did he say?" I whispered in her ear.
"He said I gripped him really tight, that he'd never been so tight before..." Jing said, as if squeezing toothpaste.
Hearing this, my lower body immediately stirred, and without asking any questions, I started pulling down her pants.
"Hey, what are you doing... don't... it's so late today..."
I wiped some water between her struggling legs, "What's this?"
"Mmm..." Jing turned her face away, her whole body limp.
Without any foreplay, I quickly pulled down her pants and pressed myself against her, aiming at her half-wet vulva and thrusting inside. It was warm and incredibly tight inside...
"Ouch... be gentle..." Jing frowned, "I wasn't ready, this is rape!"
"I am raping you, don't I know that? You'll get wet after a couple of moves." I said deliberately roughly, but my lower body only moved slowly.
"You bad boy," Jing said sweetly, hugging me.
"Yes, you let the bad boy fuck you," I said nonchalantly. "Tell me what else he said?"
"He said he saw you online this afternoon, and you might not be free... He said he wanted to discuss something with you..."
"Oh, what?" I knew immediately that it wasn't anything serious.
"He asked me if I knew what...SM was."
I got excited at that, and my penis got even harder. "What did you say?"
Jing giggled. "I said I didn't know."
"Didn't I teach you?"
"It's embarrassing to say I know such perverted things!"
"You hypocritical slut," I laughed and cursed, thrusting into her twice. "And then?"
"Um...he said we could go to his house next time, that he had...props..."
My mind immediately conjured up the image of Jing tied up like a dumpling, crying and being whipped by Qiang Ge. "Damn, what did you say?"
"I said I was scared."
"What did he say?" "
He said it was just a game, and he guaranteed it would be a different experience than usual."
"Were you tempted?"
"I said I'd think about it, and then we talked about other things."
"Still pretending? You said you wanted to be sexually abused by him!"
"Oh, I want to be sexually abused by him." Jing closed her eyes, the somewhat unfamiliar word sending a perfectly timed electric current through her body, a tingling sensation...
Seeing Jing's seductive look, I couldn't help but get even more excited. "Shall we call him now?"
Jing stared at me wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"
I was already driven by lust, my body burning with desire and excitement that needed to be released!
"Yes." I looked at Jing expectantly.
Jing looked at me, biting her lip, hesitant to speak, but didn't object.
Without saying another word, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone, went back to the room, and placed it next to Jing's pillow. Before my little brother went soft, I quickly put it back in...
"Call him, on speakerphone."
"Go ahead and call..." Jing said shyly and sweetly.
"A slutty slave should offer herself up." I grinned wickedly, my lower body moving.
Once Jing was being penetrated, she basically lost her ability to think, and as expected, she obediently dialed the number. "Xiao Jing, look over there...yes...click...lift your head a little higher...okay...click..."
I smiled as I watched Jing, heavily made up and wearing a form-fitting white floral cheongsam, posing seductively under the photographer's direction, flaunting her captivating sweet smile. Her almond-shaped eyes, accentuated by eyeshadow and long eyelashes, appeared even more alluring.
Her proud breasts bulged at the front of the dress, revealing that the fabric beneath wasn't padding, but rather the true contours of her flesh.
...Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind of last weekend, when, under Qiang Ge's guidance, I used a red ribbon to tie her completely naked hands behind her back to her waist, the narrow, bright red silk digging into her snow-white flesh...
"Hmm, beautiful...click...look into the distance...pose your hands nicely...don't move...click..."
Jing's cheongsam was trimmed with red, and the slit went above her knees, revealing glimpses of her pink inner thighs with each movement.
...A lit candle tilted in my hand, its flickering flame dripping red onto the most delicate parts of Jing's body, causing her to tremble and gasp. Suddenly, a drop of wax landed squarely on her nipple, the hot wax instantly enveloping her sensitive clitoris, accompanied by a high-pitched cry from Jing, filled with both pain and stimulation...
"Come look at your husband... smile more, imagine he gave you a big diamond ring... yes, yes... click."
Jing smiled radiantly, her rosy lips revealing her white teeth.
...Blindfolded with a tie, she was forced into a humiliating position like a female dog, enduring my thrusts from behind, her full, soft breasts swaying like water-filled sacks. I bent over, propping myself up with one hand, while the other hand wantonly kneaded her breasts. The solidified wax on her right nipple was still hard, and the novel touch gave me a different kind of stimulation than usual, making me thrust even harder. Jing buried her head halfway in the pillow, and, guided by Qiang Ge, mumbled, "Grandpa, fuck me!"...
"Come on, husband!"
I was stunned for a moment before realizing the photographer was calling me. I was startled to find that my lower body was still erect. I hunched over slightly and walked over, praying that no one would notice.
"Come on, Jing, hook your arm around your husband... look over here..."
Jing hooked one arm around my arm and pulled it to her chest. I felt a breathtaking softness from her elbow.
"The two of you face each other, husband looking down like he's about to kiss his wife... Jing, close your eyes... hold on tighter..."
Damn it, being this close, she must have noticed the strange thing about my lower body. Sure enough, I saw her expression change. She still had her eyes closed but gave me an ambiguous smile and gently pinched my hand.
The photographer, oblivious to the subtlety, kept directing us to pose.
...
After finally finishing that scene, the group packed up and headed to the next shooting location. Upon arriving at Century Park, the photographer and assistant pulled up the curtains on both sides of the car windows, used a reflector to cover the front window, and then got out to let us change. I noticed several gaps in the corner of the glass, and people were constantly walking by outside. Jing, however, had already gathered her long hair and leaned closer, saying, "Honey, help me zip up."
Jing's neck was fair and delicate, and a few strands of hair exuded a captivating fragrance. I nervously peered out through the gaps, feeling unusually afraid that someone was watching Jing. Perhaps she was just too beautiful today, and I didn't want to share her with anyone.
With some effort, I slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing Jing's flawless, smooth back and a white bra back clasp. Further down, her back dipped slightly, her waist tapering inwards before widening again near her hips—a truly captivating figure…
Jing emerged from her clothes like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, her white flesh dazzlingly beautiful. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her breasts, but she giggled and slapped my hand away.
"Stop it, I'm waiting outside,"
I muttered, awkwardly withdrawing my hand.
She was to change into a red evening gown, the zipper of which was particularly difficult to zip up; I was afraid I'd tear it. In the cramped space of the back seat, it took us a while to finally help her put it on.
The moment she turned around, I was stunned. The red dress made her exposed skin appear even whiter, and combined with her deliberate dressing up, she looked stunningly beautiful. Secondly, the front of this dress...it's so low...Jing's two alluring breasts are squeezed so low they're practically bursting out.
Seeing my burning gaze, Jing looked down and muttered to herself, "How can it be so revealing? I didn't notice it when I tried it on yesterday..."
But by then, she was already in a bind. With my coaxing and urging, she could only tuck her two high, alluring mounds further into the dress, gritted her teeth, and got out of the car.
In the few seconds it took Jing to bend down and crawl out of the car, I clearly saw our driver squinting at her from a few steps away. I could easily guess what he was looking at.
Jing, suddenly flustered by the focus of several pairs of eyes, seemed to want to raise her arm to cover herself, but awkwardly held back, only lifting the hem of her skirt and walking with her head down into the park. I quickly followed.
The photographer, probably a frequent shopper here, led us directly to a lawn. Tourists passing by stared at us curiously, the men's expressions somewhat ambiguous, bordering on lewd.
Actually, I quite enjoy looking at brides, especially since brides as beautiful as Jing are rare.
The makeup artist carried a folding stool, which he let Jing sit on upon arrival, then took out some tools to redo her hair. Seeing him standing behind Jing, and knowing he was standing, I thought he must be able to see everything about her chest from that angle. I was both anxious and excited, but I couldn't stand there myself to see for myself. Jing, however, seemed oblivious, holding a small mirror and admiring her face from every angle. It wasn't
until the photoshoot started that I had the chance to stand beside Jing and look down at her chest. Goodness, she wasn't even this revealing in a bikini. Between two pink, jade-like hemispheres was a deep cleavage; if it weren't for her ample breasts filling out the front of her dress, her nipples would have been completely exposed. I couldn't help but steal a few more glances, yet I was afraid of being noticed by the people in front of me—it was an unbearable feeling. Normally, I could look and touch whenever I wanted, but nothing felt as thrilling as this furtive act.
After a long silence, I finally couldn't resist whispering in Jing's ear, "Beautiful lady, your breasts are really pretty."
Jing smiled, glanced at me, and then turned to the camera, striking a pose.
After a few shots, I, as a supporting character, was granted a break.
"Come on, Jing, sit on the grass… Xiao Wang, help her straighten her skirt so it's all rounded out… Come on, bend over and rest your chin on your elbow…"
Jing struck a playful pose, her ample bosom generously displayed as she leaned forward. I couldn't help but fantasize about Jing being completely naked right now, posing like this for the photographer…
"Wow, this bride is beautiful," I said, turning around to see a middle-aged couple standing and watching. The woman peeked in, then turned back to see her husband staring intently at Jing, and urged them to leave.
"Take a break," the photographer ordered. Jing's sweet, radiant smile, which had been so bright and beautiful just moments before, vanished almost instantly, making me chuckle. Women, ah, they just know how to please the camera.
"Xiao Wang, go buy two bottles of water over there," the photographer said, seemingly thirsty.
His assistant agreed and headed towards a kiosk somewhere.
"Honey, my back is so sore, let me lean on it," Jing said sweetly.
I sat down on the grass next to her so she could lean on me, and we started chatting with the photographer.
When he started talking about his wedding photography work, he became incredibly talkative. Mentioning some interesting cases, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he stammered, "Actually, the most outrageous couple I've ever photographed was one where I was photographing nudes."
My interest was piqued, and Jing's eyes widened as she asked, "Really?"
The photographer, though gesturing wildly to his assistant, looked to be only about twenty-six or twenty-seven. Seeing Jing's surprise, he said with a hint of pride, "Yes, it was that girl who suggested it. She said she wanted to capture beautiful memories of her youth."
I couldn't help but ask, "How will it be shot?"
"It'll definitely have to be in a studio, we can't shoot outdoors."
"What is that girl wearing...?" Jing couldn't resist her curiosity and asked somewhat shyly.
I chuckled inwardly, and sure enough, he smiled and said, "The human body, of course, means nothing."
Jing exclaimed, "That would be so embarrassing!"
The photographer's expression seemed to be savoring the moment as he smiled and said, "That girl is quite daring. At first, she was a bit reserved in her movements and expressions, so I gave her a prop to cover her private parts. After shooting for a while, she relaxed and stopped using the prop."
I really wanted to ask if her boyfriend was watching, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I thought to myself that since he allowed his girlfriend to do this, he was probably one of us.
"Is that girl's figure good?" Jing asked.
"Pretty good, but she can't compare to..." the photographer said happily, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, looking a little embarrassed. He then smiled and said, "Compare to a model," and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, stealing a glance at me.
Seeing his expression, I realized he probably meant to say she couldn't compare to Jing, but realized it was inappropriate at the last minute. Luckily, he reacted quickly and changed his mind at the last moment. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief for him, but smiled and pretended not to notice.
Jing was about to ask a few more questions when the assistant returned with water, so she stopped and changed the subject.
...
The long day finally ended. I lay on the bed, sprawled out, feeling sore all over and not wanting to move. At the sound of slippers, Jing, wearing a bathrobe, stood in the doorway, drying her hair with a large white towel, looking at me and laughing.
"I can't move," I said lazily, exaggeratingly.
"Oh, really?" Jing blinked. "I was going to reward you, but you're tired, so never mind..."
Before she could finish speaking, I jumped off the bed and hugged her tightly, leering, "How will you reward me?" Without waiting for an answer, I quickly ripped open the sash of her bathrobe, revealing her exquisite and sexy body to me.
"Oh dear, my hair is still wet..." Before Jing could finish her sentence, I had her nipple in my mouth, causing her to swallow the rest of her sentence and let out a soft moan.
Ignoring everything else, I devoured her breasts with relish, my right hand slipping between her legs. Feeling her legs part slightly, I chuckled, teasing her delicate, sensitive spots. A moment later, I paused, still sucking on her nipple, and mumbled, "It's not just your hair that's wet."
Jing chuckled, hooking her arms around my neck, "You pervert, you'll get hard even for photos today..."
"Because you're so alluring today," I said, straightening up and placing one of her legs on the edge of the bed, rubbing my hard penis against her soft flesh.
"Mmm..." Jing moaned softly with each rub of my glans, seemingly struggling, "Am I...pretty today?"
"Absolutely gorgeous," I said sincerely, "and dressed so sexy, it's irresistible." As I spoke, I felt a hollow beneath my skin, so I bent my leg and thrust in, slowly entering her tight, warm embrace.
"Ah~," Jing let out a long moan, clinging tightly to me.
"Damn, that feels so good. I got to sleep with such a beautiful woman," I teased Jing with vulgar words, a genuine sense of satisfaction welling up inside me. What do men want? Beauty, money, and power, right? At my age, beauty is definitely my top priority.
"Am I good-looking?" Jing asked knowingly, her cheek pressed against my neck as I gently filled her.
"Of course," I added with a laugh, suddenly remembering the photographer's awkward moment earlier. "That photographer was planning to use you as a comparison."
"Comparison to what?"
"The girl who asked him to take nude photos, to compare their figures." I pinned Jing against the wall, watching her eyes twitch as I fucked her.
"Oh..." Jing gasped, "He didn't... how would he know..."
"You wore such a low-cut skirt today, everyone knows you have big breasts." I laughed as I kneaded her breasts, whispering in her ear and licking her earlobe.
"That's for the photos..." Jing whispered shyly.
"It's okay, I like you wearing revealing clothes," I seized the opportunity to reinforce my training of Jing, my lower body immediately exerting more force. "...Does it feel good?"
"It feels good...husband, do I make you feel good?" Jing asked with her eyes closed, full of happiness.
"Of course..."
Jing's body grew hotter and hotter, and she suddenly said, "husband...if I also go and take...nude photos...do you think...it will look good?"
"Oh..." I didn't expect Jing to say this on her own initiative. I didn't know if she had temporarily lost control of her rationality in the torrent of desire, or if she was saying something she knew would excite me. I replied, "It will definitely be extremely beautiful!"
Jing's expression was somewhat intoxicated. "Do you want to see it?"
"Yes...yes!" I replied excitedly, my lower body already hard beyond imagination.
"Oh, so hard..." Jing instantly sensed even the slightest change in me. "Will you...let me take the photos?"
"Is the photographer male or female?" I asked carefully, trying to figure out what she meant.
"I don't know... what if it's a guy..." Jing's small waist worked hard to match my rhythm, her body moving towards me precisely as I exerted force.
"I have to watch from the side, otherwise I won't feel at ease." I thought Jing would definitely ask me to come with her.
"You'll make me nervous if you watch..." Jing said unexpectedly.
I was stunned for a moment, "Then what should we do?"
"I'll take the photos and then bring them back to show you..."
In my mind, I imagined Jing naked, suppressing her unease in front of the photographer, striking various alluring poses according to his instructions, every captivating curve of her body, every inch of her smooth and delicate skin falling into his eyes along with her beauty, being completely recorded by the camera...
"...Okay... let's find a reliable person to take the photos, we can't let anyone keep a record..." I said, my movements becoming heavier and heavier, panting.
"Thank you, husband... I also want to keep these beautiful memories," Jing groaned, speaking haltingly, "so that you can always see me at my best..."
A sweet warmth welled up from deep within my heart, and I hugged her tightly, saying, "I love you!" [Sexual activity between soon-to-be couple] (35)
Author: facemaskdon
Published on sexinsex on April 11, 2009
Another seven days slipped away in tedious busyness, finally punctuated by an office affair to prevent it from being too mundane. Last night, Jing shyly told me that she had arranged to take nude photos today, but refused to reveal any details. I tickled her until she laughed so hard she couldn't breathe and begged for mercy, but she remained tight-lipped, only saying that it was through an acquaintance's recommendation and that she would get the memory card back immediately after the shoot. Although I was a little uneasy, seeing her confident demeanor, curiosity finally overcame my caution.
A strange, wet, and hot sensation washed over me, and it took me a while to realize that the feeling was coming from my lower body. I forced my sleepy eyes open, and there she was, busy on my lower body, her long, loose hair covering her face and movements, but from the up-and-down movement of her head, and the waves of tingling, teasing sucking, I instantly realized what she was doing.
Jing sensed my startle awake, lifted her bangs, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she grinned at me, still holding my penis in her mouth. She quickly lowered her head again and began licking it diligently. Watching her so engrossed, I couldn't tell if she was serving me or satisfying herself.
I closed my eyes, enjoying a hazy, euphoric sensation, and mumbled, "Come on, get fucked..."
Jing chuckled, let out a soft moan, and seemed to sway her head from side to side, spitting out a slurred, "I'm done, I'm going to take pictures." With that, she got up, singing as she went into the bathroom.
I was still groggy and didn't have the energy to argue with her. Gradually, I drifted back to sleep until I felt her kiss my cheek and heard her whisper in my ear, "Good girl, I'll be back this afternoon." I hummed in response, and then heard her leave.
Her departure made me think about what was about to happen, and my mind began to race, making it impossible for me to fall asleep again. I got up to wash up, but my mind was wandering, filled with images of Jing's naked body posing seductively in front of the photographer. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became, my lower body bulging against my pants, feeling an overwhelming urge to release. On a whim, I logged onto QQ, but I didn't know anyone there. I searched for a few erotic articles, but none of them resonated with me. Just as I was wondering if Jing should have finished her makeup and started filming, feeling restless, my QQ beeped twice. It was a message from Qiang Ge: "Brother, unusually early on the weekend?"
I perked up and replied, "Yeah, my wife went out, I can't sleep alone."
"Going to take photos?"
I asked, surprised. "How did you know?"
"Haha, I recommended him."
I suddenly realized, a little jealous. "No wonder."
"They've probably already started filming." "
Is the photographer reliable?"
"Don't worry, he's someone I know. You have to show me after the shoot!"
The thought of sharing Jing's beauty with him filled me with excitement. "No problem, but I need to have my face edited a bit."
"Hehe, I understand, I'm really looking forward to it. Your wife is so beautiful, the photos will definitely be amazing."
A vain joy welled up inside me. "I hope so!"
"Any progress in your training lately?" he changed the subject.
"Probably. Lately, when we're having sex, she's been very cooperative when I ask her to talk about selling herself," I boldly described my intimate moments with Jing, my heart pounding slightly, a mix of nervousness and excitement.
"That's good. I have a friend who owns a karaoke bar. If you'd like, you could have your wife do a cameo role, give her a taste."
My blood was boiling, and I typed a few words, then deleted them, unsure what to say next.
"What, you're reluctant?" he asked, pressing for a response after my silence.
"I don't know if I'm mentally prepared. Let me think about it."
"Okay, you two need to think this through before it can happen."
I breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, I was more relaxed today, and I asked itchingly, "How was your experience in Hangzhou last time?"
"It was great," he said, clearly intrigued by my suggestion. "Brother, your girl's image and temperament were really outstanding. Do you know what impressed me the most?"
"What?"
"That shy, innocent look, like she was unwilling but helpless to be with me. Tsk tsk... just thinking about it gets me excited."
My heart felt like it was being fried in oil, yet I also felt incredibly aroused. A burning desire made my mouth dry, even my breath felt hot. "Tell me, how comfortable was it to fuck my wife?"
"Your wife's skin is so white and smooth, her breasts are so plump and round, and her pussy is so tight, wrapping around me in circles."
Reading his description of Jing word by word, I was so excited I felt dizzy. "Damn, you're really good at being romantic."
"Hehe, that's true, little brother, I really envy you, having a wife like that every day."
"I let you have her too."
"When are you free next time? I'll come over."
My lust was overwhelming. "I'm free today, are you available?"
"Yes, sure, I'll head to the train station now. Should I tell your wife?"
"I'll send her a text message at noon, whether she's willing or not depends on your skills, at least I can show you a picture of her today."
"Great! Should I book a hotel or come to your place?"
I hesitated for a moment, fantasizing about him raping Jing on our bed, a wave of pleasure washing over me. My wicked desires gradually overcame my caution. "Come to our place, No. X, Lane X, Henan Middle Road, Room 1503. Call me when you get there." My hand trembled slightly as I sent the text.
I texted Jing, but she didn't reply until after 1 a.m. "You bad guy! You sold me out again!"
I pondered her meaning and replied, "I was a little distracted when you were taking pictures, you could have been more open."
She didn't reply to that one.
At noon, I went downstairs to a small restaurant on the corner and ate a bowl of noodles. Coming back, the time was hard to kill. Thinking about what was going to happen that night, a burning desire wouldn't subside. I wanted to watch some porn, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would ruin the show. I browsed online, finally managing to stay awake until 3 a.m. when the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw it was Brother Qiang. I opened the door and greeted him warmly, inviting him in. He smiled and handed me the things he was carrying. "I just bought a bottle of foreign liquor. I don't know if you like it."
"No need to be so polite... My slippers are here."
"Oh, okay..." He sat down on the sofa and looked around. "This house is nice and quite new. Did you buy it or rent it?"
"Houses in Shanghai are so expensive. How could we afford to buy one?" I laughed. "We rented it."
Qiang took over the conversation, and the two chatted about house prices for a while before suddenly falling silent, unsure of what to say.
"When is Xiaojing coming back?" After a moment of hesitation, he finally shifted the topic to Jing.
"I'm not sure, but she should be back soon, right?" I was just about to call Jing when my phone rang. It was Jing. "Hello?"
"Honey, I'm on my way back, about 45 minutes," came Jing's sweet voice.
"Oh, that's far?"
"Yeah, I was filming in Zhouzhuang today. I'll talk to you when I get back."
"Oh, you've gone that far. Okay, Qiang is here too."
Jing seemed a little guilty as she said "Oh." "...Why don't you buy some takeout and we can have dinner at home?"
"Okay."
After hanging up, Qiang laughed. "Was that Xiaojing?"
"Yeah, about 45 minutes."
"We're free anyway, how about we grab a drink?"
"Sure."
After a few sips of the XO he brought, they both seemed to relax a bit. He suddenly asked, "By the way, I know you haven't received your wedding photos yet. Could I see some of your everyday photos?"
I readily agreed, "Sure," and walked to the bookshelf, pulling out a photo album and handing it to him.
He flipped to the first page and couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, Xiaojing's eyes were already this big when she was little."
"Yes," I laughed too, "She seemed quite chubby when she was little, but she lost weight later."
"Girls change a lot as they grow up," he said, flipping through the album and occasionally offering a few compliments.
"Hmm, this is how old she was, she looks quite similar to now."
I glanced at the side, "This is from middle school, probably thirteen or fourteen."
"Oh... how old were you when you met?"
"After we started working... this was taken when she was a sophomore in college, isn't she pretty?" I said, pointing to the photo he had just flipped to.
He stared at the photo for a long time before exclaiming, "Hmm, she's really beautiful. She must have had a lot of boys chasing after her at school, right?"
I laughed, "Maybe, that's what she said anyway."
His eyes suddenly flashed. "Then you're really lucky, she's her first boyfriend."
"Oh...she's had boyfriends too, but I'm the first...the official one," I replied vaguely, not wanting to be too explicit.
He laughed heartily, "So I'm the second one!"
I thought to myself, no, I smiled but didn't say anything. Seeing his smug expression and Jing's still slightly immature smile in the photo album in front of him, I suddenly felt a strange thrill. It seemed that seeing Jing's innocent side was more emotionally stirring than seeing her naked.
By this time, he had flipped to the photos after Jing met me, gradually showing some pictures of the two of us together, and some I had taken of Jing. He looked at a few pictures and asked, "How long did it take you two to have sex?"
"About three months."
"Oh, not too long."
"That's long for me," I thought, a few lewd thoughts swirling in my mind, and I couldn't help but want to tell him some of my private matters with Jing. "Look at this one, it's before we slept together, but in the next one, she's already deflowered." "
Oh…," he looked closely and said, "It seems the second one is more intimate, and there's a hint of allure in her eyes."
"Really? Let me see…"
"How long was the first time?"
My heart skipped a beat. "The first time I saw her in pain, I didn't dare move much, and I only had sex with her properly the next day."
"And then she couldn't live without you, right?"
I chuckled. "Probably!"
"That's how women are, once they're in bed they become attached to you."
I agreed, a thought stirring within me, wondering if Jing, after having sex with him, also felt that instinctive attachment. The thought of him enjoying Yu Jing's body amidst her feigned resistance at my house tonight, and developing her wanton spirit, fueled my lust. I blurted out, "We've been talking about you a lot since last time." Then, I suddenly felt a lack of transition between our conversation and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Oh? What did you say?" He looked up at me with interest.
My voice suddenly went hoarse, and I mumbled, "I asked her in bed if she felt good last time."
"What did she say?"
"At first she wouldn't answer, then she said it was okay, but every time I bring it up during sex, she moans louder."
Qiang smiled contentedly. "I've said before, as long as you cooperate, I'll make her more and more wanton." He paused, his eyes becoming somewhat inscrutable. "And you, are you satisfied with the recent developments?"
"...Um, quite satisfied," I replied. There was a slight sense of humiliation, but with no one else around, the feeling wasn't so unbearable; in fact, it was quite exciting.
"Tell me, to what extent do you hope to train Xiao Jing?"
"Um...I'm not sure..." I said hesitantly.
“It’s okay, I understand,” he said with a smile, staring into my eyes. “You want Xiaojing to become more and more charming, to be completely submissive to you in terms of sex, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
His gaze suddenly sharpened. “Actually, there’s also…”
My heart pounded. “What else?”
he said slowly. “Deep down, do you also want to enjoy the feeling of being humiliated in terms of sex?”
I blushed instantly and forced a smile. “Why do you say that?”
“For example, if starting today, for a month, Jing actively sleeps with countless men, but just won’t let you touch her, and you can only watch her cheat on you and hear her come back and tell you about the process of being with other men, wouldn’t that excite you?”
Just hearing him describe it like that made me almost have a nosebleed. After struggling for a long time, I finally nodded.
[Sexual Affairs of a Pre-marital Couple] (36)
Author: facemaskdon
Published on sexinsex on April 20, 2009
“Actually, sometimes I’m not quite sure how far I want to go,” I added after calming myself down. “Let’s take it one step at a time.”
He nodded. "That's right, it was planned in advance. But if it actually happened in front of you, you might not want it anymore."
Just as the two fell into a brief silence again, there was a knock at the door.
"Coming," I said with a smile and walked to the door. As soon as I opened the door, Jing lazily walked in beside me, casually shoving a handbag at me. "Hurry up and take this for me," she said shyly as she entered the room and saw Qiang sitting on the sofa. Her voice immediately dropped a few notches. I saw her bend over to change her shoes, and the hem of her dress accentuated her plump hips. I took the opportunity to brush against her with my lower body. She turned around and gave me a reproachful look, mouthing the words but not making a sound. I made a smug face and saw that she still had makeup on, making her look even more radiant than usual. I laughed and said, "You haven't washed off your makeup yet?"
"No time," Jing said, "I'll go wash it off now."
"Hey, Jing, don't rush, let us see first," Qiang said.
Hearing this, Jing stopped involuntarily. Seeing Qiang staring intently at her, she looked at me somewhat embarrassedly. Seeing that I was also staring at her intently, she didn't know where to look either, and for a moment, she was flustered and said shyly, "How can you stare at people like that? I'm going to change!" She hurriedly went into the bedroom, making Qiang and me burst into laughter. I greeted Qiang and followed her into the room.
I didn't close the door, and pressed my eager lower body against Jing from behind. Just as I was about to touch her breasts, Jing chuckled and said, "Don't be silly, help me unzip." Hearing this, I slowly rubbed my lower body against her ample buttocks as I unzipped her back. She quickly said again, "Close the door!" I chuckled and whispered in her ear, "He's seen it before, tonight..." Jing blushed, pinched me to stop her from continuing, but didn't insist. She gathered her long hair into a bundle and made it easier for me. The zipper slid down, gradually revealing a smooth expanse of skin on her back.
"Huh, why aren't you wearing a bra?"
Jing smiled shyly. "I was afraid of leaving marks, which wouldn't look good in the photos. The photographer specifically told me not to wear a bra today."
"Oh..." I felt a surge of excitement. "Are your nipples showing?"
"No, I'm wearing nipple covers," Jing said, covering her dress which was about to fall down with both hands. She turned and smiled. "Alright, you can go now."
"You're so ungrateful! Let us see the photos first."
"The memory card is in my bag. I'll take it out and we'll look at it together later... Oh, please come out for a bit, honey!" Jing said helplessly, using a coquettish tone.
"Okay, okay, but there's something I need to tell you," I said, calming myself down a little. "How about we play a game today?"
Jing looked at me warily. "No, it's probably some kind of perverted game again."
I couldn't help but laugh. "It's not difficult for you... um... it's just... today I want to see you guys, so I can see but not touch..." As I said this, my heart started pounding, and I looked at her guiltily.
Jing opened her eyes wide, looking somewhat confused, but gradually a sly smile appeared on her face. She leaned closer and whispered, "You're just looking, don't you want it yourself?"
"I want... for you to tease me properly," I said, my voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Jing bit her lip, looking at me with a half-scolding, "Hmph, whatever, don't regret it later!" She then went to look in the mirror.
I smiled and left the room, resuming my conversation with Qiang.
When Jing reappeared, she had changed into a lake-blue nightgown. Perhaps to avoid being too sexy, she wore a thin cotton cardigan over it, the buttoned-up front covering most of her cleavage. The lace hem of the nightgown barely reached her knees, revealing her slender legs. Looking at her face, her delicate features were especially alluring under the heavy makeup, and her cascading curls, swaying with her steps, naturally exuded the unspoken charm of a mature woman.
I inwardly praised her, only to hear Qiang say, "Xiao Jing, I think you're getting more and more beautiful!"
Jing replied somewhat shyly, "Really?" She glanced at me quickly, "Look at my husband, he would never say that."
I couldn't help but protest. The three of us chatted and laughed, setting out a table and placing the takeout we'd ordered. We sat down to eat, and inevitably had a few drinks during the meal.
...
As night fell, the three of us sat in front of the 42-inch LCD TV. The dim screen illuminated the darkened living room. I picked up the wireless keyboard and pressed Enter, saying, "Done!"
All three of us were simultaneously drawn to the screen. A beautiful woman in ancient costume, her head adorned with pearls and jade, dressed in silk and satin, holding a round fan, leaned against a weathered mahogany pillar. The image clearly highlighted the figure while blurring the background. The protagonist, beautiful and serene, was none other than my fiancée.
I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "The photos are fantastic! The costumes and hairstyles must have taken a lot of effort, right?"
Qiang Ge said with a hint of pride, "My friend here usually shoots TV dramas; shooting people...people is just a hobby. The props are all readily available."
I noticed a pause in his tone, realizing he meant the human form, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me.
Jing chimed in, "The hairstyle alone took over an hour!"
"Oh...this location is...?"
"The photographer said he knows the owner of this house and has rented this location to film several times," Jing added.
As we spoke, a series of photos automatically played, showcasing the heroine's beauty in various poses. Looking at the radiant Jing on the screen, a sense of satisfaction welled up within me. "Such a beautiful woman is my fiancée!" Qiang Ge also showered her with praise, while Jing sat quietly with a smile, clearly quite pleased as well.
The next image showed Jing, dressed in ancient costume, with her clothes loosened. Her pose was a side profile, revealing half of her delicate, white shoulder. Her head was slightly lowered, her shoulders slightly hunched, her expression shy and timid, a charming and self-pitying sight.
I thought to myself, "Here it comes!" My heart pounded instantly. The three people around me fell silent. I glanced at Qiang Ge, who had taken a sip of his cup, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Looking at Jing again, her hands were clasped together on her thighs. Although the light was dim and she couldn't see clearly, she seemed to be blushing.
The next image still had the same background, but her face was turned further back, outlining her facial features. Her clothes were looser, revealing a beautiful shoulder and half of her slender arm. Jing's skin was already beautiful, but with the right lighting and exposure, it was like flawless jade, along with the natural shadow on her shoulder—utterly captivating.
Qiang let out a long sigh and said slowly, "It's really beautiful. This photo could totally be on a magazine cover."
Jing smiled shyly, "The photographer did a great job."
"Yes, it's well taken, but the person in the photo has to be beautiful to achieve this effect."
The scene changed again, and Jing finally turned around, but covered her mouth with a round fan, which also covered a large expanse of her breasts. The fan was made of white silk, slightly transparent, faintly revealing the flesh below, but it was not clear. Coupled with Jing's beautiful eyes full of affection, her expression was both surprised and delighted, which was truly intoxicating.
I sincerely praised, "Your expression is great!"
Jing said with a hint of pride, "The photographer also said I'm very natural in front of the camera and have strong expressiveness!"
Looking at the next picture, it was another shot of Jing's back, her upper body completely exposed, her clothes hanging on her forearms, fully revealing her beautifully proportioned back.
"This back view is beautiful," Qiang Ge exclaimed.
Before he could say more, the next picture made us hold our breath. Almost the same pose and background, except Jing slightly turned her body forward, the precise focus outlining her almost perfect facial contours, and her arm revealing a graceful curve—so natural and beautiful, not a perfectly rounded circle, but seemingly weighty yet light. A faint hint of pink at the top made us want to get closer to see what it was.
Before I could fully appreciate it, the screen automatically jumped to the next image. I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to leave, but then I heard Qiang say, "Can we go back to the previous one and take another look?"
I couldn't help but smile and press the left button, saying, "I want to take another look too," glancing at Jing holding her wine glass, head bowed and silent . It wasn't
until the screen jumped again that Qiang said, "So beautiful! Come on, beautiful lady, let me toast you."
Jing blushed and took a sip. I thought to myself, "There's cola in her cognac; she needs to work harder."
As I looked at the photos, the images became more and more explicit, and Jing's face grew redder and redder. She kept drinking, seemingly trying to hide her unease with her actions.
The photographer's skill in handling light was quite remarkable, using shadows to highlight every alluring curve of Jing's figure. When I saw the two charming dimples above her buttocks, even I, who knew her body so well, was captivated.
Qiang looked at her, raised his glass, and took a big gulp.
The background suddenly shifted indoors. Jing, completely naked, lay on her side on an old wooden chair, one leg bent to cover her private parts, the other stretched out on the armrest with her foot pointed. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, making her breasts stand out high—a very erotic sight.
Jing hurriedly got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom," not daring to look at us, and went into the bathroom, her steps already somewhat unsteady.
Qiang watched her disappear behind the door, then smiled at me and said, "Brother, your wife's photos are too tempting, I'm getting aroused."
I chuckled with him, "Then let's get intimate when she comes out."
"Sure, then I won't be polite," Qiang readily agreed.
"Why be polite? Don't be too reserved today, have some fun," I said, feigning generosity, but inside I felt a strange mix of excitement and a little bitterness.
On the screen, red candles burned brightly, and Jing sat naked on a wooden bed intricately carved with patterns, her legs pressed together, her expression shy
and timid, like a bride on her wedding night, her clothes just stripped off by her groom, about to offer her body and virginity. Just then, Jing pushed open the door and saw the scene on the screen, blushing to the roots of her ears. Seeing her bashful appearance, I teased, "Come, pour me and Qiang a drink."
Jing hummed in agreement, gracefully approaching and bending down to fill our glasses. Her bodice was now open, and with a slight bend, most of her breasts were revealed before us, swaying slightly with each movement, incredibly alluring. I noticed Qiang's gaze greedily searching her cleavage; Jing clearly noticed, but hesitated to cover herself, her movements stiffening, and her innocent appearance stirred my heart even more.
Just as Jing finished pouring and was about to sit down, Qiang pulled her close, saying, "Little Jing, come sit here," patting his thigh.
Jing, caught off guard and unsure what to do, hesitated for a moment before he pulled her onto his lap without a word. Turning to look at me, she saw I gave her an encouraging smile and stuck out her tongue. Qiang picked up both of their glasses and said, "Come on, beautiful lady, let's have a drink."
Jing raised her glass to drink, but Qiang stopped her, saying, "Wait, let's have a toast together."
Jing smiled and agreed. Qiang then intertwined his arms with hers, casually putting one arm around her waist and taking a sip. After finishing, his hand remained on her waist.
The erotic scenes on the screen grew increasingly intense. As the light dimmed, the tone of the image suddenly became somewhat mysterious and lewd. Half-hidden by the mosquito net, Jing struck various poses, her alluring body displaying endless charm and seduction.
Suddenly, I heard a soft gasp from Jing. Turning my head, I saw Jing leaning weakly against Qiang, one arm around his neck. Qiang's head disappeared, buried against Jing's chest. Because Jing blocked my view, I couldn't see clearly, but seeing her writhing in agony, I could imagine what he was doing. His left hand, which had been on her waist, had slid down to her buttocks, kneading them freely.
Seeing Jing being caressed by another man beside me, my heart burned with desire, my lower body hardened, and my pants tightened. I stared intently at their every move, Jing's dazed breathing and soft moans drawing me deeper into a lewd abyss.
The scene shifted out of the corner of my eye, and a striking red hue drew my gaze involuntarily to the television. There, Jing lay supine on the bed, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, her back arched, her hands bound to the headboard with a red cloth above her head—a picture of her body laid out, ready to be taken. I didn't want her to dare to film such scenes. Shocked, I was also overwhelmed by the overflowing passion. I suddenly imagined the scene of the filming. In the fantasy, the photographer took advantage of Jing's hands being unable to move and pounced on Jing's body, kissing and groping wildly. He even sat on her body and inserted a thick, dark penis into her red lips...
The sound of a zipper being pulled open slightly woke me from my drowsy fantasy. I turned my head and looked at the two people next to me. I saw Jing straddling Qiang Ge's body. Her cover-up had already slipped to the floor, and one shoulder strap of her nightgown had fallen to her arm, revealing her right breast. He was sucking on her nipple, causing Jing to tilt her head back and gasp for breath. Her right arm, white as a lotus root, disappeared between Qiang Ge's legs, groping. Hidden beneath her skirt, her delicate hand was clearly exploring, her body moving in response. As if sensing my gaze, filled with frenzied desire, she turned to look at me, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes misty as she glanced at me. She worked her hand harder, moaning softly in his ear. Finally, her body trembled, and she reached out to embrace Qiang Ge's head, causing him to groan as well. I saw her mouth agape in agony as she slowly sat down, knowing her entrance had been penetrated by the man beneath her. My heart pounded, a surge of bitterness and strange stimulation overwhelming all my senses.
【Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples】(37)
Author: facemaskdon
Published on sexinsex on May 13, 2009
(Thirty-seven)
(...He didn't wear a condom...)
I watched as Jing was penetrated without protection, secretly blaming her for being careless. My lips moved, but I didn't say anything. The thought of her letting this man's flesh rub against flesh directly against flesh gave me a heart-wrenching stimulation. Jing
had only sat down a little when she hissed and stopped, twisting her waist and rotating her buttocks. Her brows were furrowed, and her expression was indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. Brother Qiang pressed her buttocks down with both hands, but I heard Jing gasp, "Slow down...it's too thick..."
Brother Qiang's smile was full of pride. In the midst of his busy work, he stopped between Jing's breasts and looked up at her, saying, "Do you like thick ones?"
Jing frowned and nodded, her slender neck seemingly unable to support her weight. She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes half-open and half-closed, gazing at me with a drunken, tender yet wanton expression. After a few moments of hesitation, Qiang suddenly thrust his hips upwards with force, sending Jing flying with a muffled thud. Jing cried out, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at him. Then she slumped against his shoulder, clutching her stomach and wailing, "I can't take it...you've gone all the way in..."
I wanted to reach out and touch her stomach, but I restrained myself. Actually, Qiang wasn't short either, about the same size as me, but he had already penetrated deeply at the very beginning of his thrusts, which explained Jing's loud cry.
Qiang stared at her with a half-smile, his voice rough, "How about it, is my cock long enough?"
Jing avoided his gaze, lowered her head, and whispered, "It's...too long..."
Qiang lifted her delicate chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him and demanding, "Do you like it long?" while slowly thrusting and grinding his lower body. Jing's
cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with allure, she nodded but remained silent.
Just as Qiang was about to speak, his phone rang in his pocket. He took out his phone as if to turn it off, but perhaps seeing the number, he suddenly laughed and answered the call.
I was puzzled, but then my eyes caught a glimpse of a new photo on the screen. In the picture, Jing was lying face down on the bed, supporting her upper body only with her head, her breasts heavy and naturally drooping, her nipples barely visible under the sheets. Her round thighs supported her buttocks, which were raised high, and one hand reached between her legs to cover her private parts. Although the crucial points weren't explicitly exposed, the entire focus of the shot was on the area beneath that small hand, the provocative intent couldn't be clearer. Imagining the scene from the camera's position, my heart raced, but then I heard Qiang Ge say in my ear, "Director Wang, how's it going? Satisfied with today's model?" He was holding the phone, laughing as he looked at us, his lower body still throbbing.
A thought struck me; I guessed what was going on. I felt a mix of wanting to hear what he had to say and being apprehensive that he might be revealing our situation to outsiders. He hummed in agreement a few times, then continued, "Yeah, I told you she's beautiful, I wasn't lying... I want to see her too, I'll talk to her about it later... No, no... What, are you tempted... Hehe..." Qiang Ge's smile deepened, then he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "What? She was soaking wet during filming? You saw it all? Oh my god... Are you feeling hot-tempered? Haha... Okay, okay, I'll bring her out to meet people next time... Or you could introduce her to a role, let her audition? Maybe she'll be interested in letting you have your way with her... Haha, don't even try... Okay, okay, I have something to do, I'll hang up now... See you later."
I sensed his tight-lipped nature and immediately felt relieved. Qiang hung up the phone and looked at Jing with a smile, "The photographer who took your picture today was really impressed with you!" Halfway through his sentence, his eyes were drawn to the screen. This picture was even more explicit; Jing was completely naked, her legs spread wide and raised, suspended from the bedposts by two red ribbons. Her eyes were closed, her hair slightly disheveled, her lips half-open, and her hands were actively cupping her full breasts high, looking like she was bursting with desire. Qiang clicked his tongue twice, reached out and grabbed Jing's breasts, and continued, "He said that when he was taking your picture, he saw you were all wet down there, and he really wanted to pounce on you and have sex with you, but he didn't have the guts. He regrets it now!" Jing blushed, but chuckled.
"Beautiful lady, tell me, were you soaking wet then?" Qiang narrowed his eyes and asked, staring at Jing.
Jing turned her head and glanced at her own erotic photos, her expression a mix of shyness and pride. She whispered, "When they took this picture, they tied my legs to the bed with my legs spread apart, and I... I couldn't help but get wet..."
"Why did you get wet?" Qiang asked knowingly.
Jing turned back to him, her eyes slightly hazy, and bit her lip, murmuring, "The photographer... was holding a big camera and gesturing between my legs... wherever the camera was pointed, I felt a tingling and itchy sensation, like something was pointing at me... oh..."
I was getting excited, my lower body was so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my pants, and I desperately wanted to pull out my penis and masturbate, but I was too embarrassed to do so in front of another man.
Qiang pressed on, "Doesn't the lens look like a photographer's ****?"
Jing seemed lost in lewd memories, her eyes barely open. She clung softly to Qiang, breathing against his neck, "...Mmm..."
Seeing her overflowing passion, Qiang pressed his advantage, ordering, "Say that Jing's cunt loves being fucked by a big cock!" Jing
's body heaved as she worked his genitals, panting, "Jing's...slutty...slutty," she suddenly whimpered, shaking her head, refusing to continue.
Qiang didn't speak, but lifted her nightgown to her armpits, gesturing for Jing to raise her hands and pull it over her head. Naked, Jing was as delicate as a silkworm stripped of its cocoon, her curvaceous figure full of feminine charm, coupled with her stunning face, leaving me mesmerized. And my beautiful fiancée, within reach, was entwined with a middle-aged man I'd only met twice, allowing him to wantonly violate her. My heart was filled with vain pride, mixed with confused humiliation, a lump in my throat that left me speechless.
I only heard Qiang say, "Open your eyes and look at your husband."
Jing glanced at me as instructed, her face flushing even more, but she didn't look away. Her eyes held shyness, guilt, confusion, and pleasure.
"Lift your buttocks up... don't sit down, let my glans just cover your cunt..."
I almost had a nosebleed listening to this, but Jing indeed raised her body, and through the not-so-thick pubic hair, I could see a thick, dark penis connecting our contrasting genitals.
"Little Dong, do you want to see where your wife is being penetrated?" Qiang turned to me.
I think I probably blushed; my heart suddenly raced, and I vaguely responded, getting up from the sofa and sitting on the rug in front of the coffee table. Looking between his legs, Qiang was spreading Jing's snowy buttocks open for me to see clearly.
"Tell me what you see?"
Seeing another man's genitals being forcefully inserted into Jing's vagina right in front of me, the familiar and lewd smell of sex assaulted my nostrils and brain, making it almost impossible for me to speak. "Jing's... labia majora... so plump and tender... gripping your cock tightly." As soon as I
finished speaking, I heard Jing let out a soft moan, and saw her perineum twitch several times.
Qiang Ge clearly felt the contractions of Jing's vaginal walls, and let out a comfortable groan, continuing, "Jing, did you hear what your husband said?"
"Mmm..." Hearing Jing's slightly trembling, drawn-out voice, I could imagine her expression even without seeing her.
"Come on, move up and down yourself, perform for your husband."
Jing leaned forward, her arms on Qiang Ge's shoulders, her buttocks rising and falling with each thrust.
"Move slower... let your husband see more clearly... keep going, little brother."
There was a tendon inside the penis, which bent slightly when she sat down. Then, as she took it into her body, it emerged with a layer of moisture when she stood up. "...Just now... my penis almost fell out... it even turned out with my labia minora, and the inner layer was still pink..."
Jing groaned again, but Qiang pulled her close and kissed her, the rest of her moan choked in her throat.
I saw her instinctively flinch for a moment, then he gripped the back of her neck, immobilizing her, and then they kissed passionately. A thick, dark penis with prominent veins kept penetrating her, and my heart felt like it was being pounded by a hammer, but the stimulation was even greater than before. I continued in a trembling voice, "Wife, you're so wet down there... you've smeared his balls all over..."
Jing let out a long moan, suddenly breaking free from Qiang's embrace, quickening her movements, cupping one of her full breasts in her hands and bringing it to Qiang's face, saying, "Bite me!"
Qiang pretended to take a piece of her breast into his mouth, but instead looked up at her, saying, "Say you're a slut!"
Jing gasped, "I'm a... slut..."
"Say you're a slut!"
"Ah... I am... a... slut... ah..." Jing shook her head, her curly hair cascading down like a waterfall.
"You said you like being fucked by a ****, and you even let your husband watch!"
Jing slapped her lower body against Qiang's thighs, squeezing her full breasts with both hands, her voice trembling with tears, "I like... my husband watching... me being fucked by a ****! Ah~"
Jing cried out in pain, but Qiang took her left breast into his mouth, sucking and biting. Jing's brows furrowed, she gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, but she grabbed his hair and pressed him tightly against her chest, repeating, "Aren't my breasts pretty... suck my breasts... bite me..." My heart ached with both pain and love, seeing her so engrossed, my chest trembled.
He sucked on one side and then the other, as if he wanted to swallow Jing's beautiful breasts whole. After a long while, he raised his head and said, "Lie back on the coffee table."
Jing was already weak from being sucked, and obediently fell down. I was afraid she would be uncomfortable, so I put a pillow under her.
Qiang Ge watched her lie down, then lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Holding her waist, he moved closer to her, saying, "Does this leg-spread-out posture look like when you're taking a picture?"
Jing tilted her head back and hummed in agreement, then sighed, "Yes..." "
Do you want to be fucked when you're taking pictures?"
"Mmm..." Jing's sweet, nasal voice made my bones feel weak.
"What do you think?
" Jing asked, somewhat dazed, "...I fantasize about them pounced on me...raping me..."
"How do they rape you?"
"...One pounced on me...oh...while my legs were tied and not closed, they...mmm...inserted in...oh...and another sat on me, putting that...in my mouth..."
Jing became excited, hooking her legs around Qiang Ge's neck, twisting her delicate body to meet his thrusts. Her two proud, full breasts slid back and forth like jelly, incredibly alluring.
"Do you want to be gang-raped by two men?"
"Oh...yes..." Jing's expression was full of anticipation, completely absorbed in the moment.
"Xiao Dong, lend me that red rope." Having remotely controlled Jing and me's SM game over the phone last time, Qiang was quite familiar with my tools.
When I returned to the living room with the red rope, Jing was already standing by the sofa with Qiang on top of her, her upper body pressed down onto the cushion.
"Tie your wife's hands up," Qiang said, prying open Jing's labia and roughly thrusting his penis inside, causing Jing to groan loudly.
Holding Jing's hands, which were bound behind her back, and watching him use her wantonly beside me, I was so nervous I could barely control my trembling. The delicate warmth of Jing's wrists tingled with my fingertips, the red ribbon contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin. I couldn't help but kneel beside Jing, staring blankly at her every expression.
Jing's hands were bound, her buttocks raised high by the sofa armrests, just reaching Qiang's erect penis. Her beautiful face was distorted by the weight, further distorted by the friction of the thrusting from behind against the sofa leather.
"Does this feel like being raped?" Qiang asked loudly, panting heavily as he thrust in and out.
"Ah...like...oh~," Jing tried to answer, her cries echoing as she was forced into a humiliating position, yet clearly sensitive amidst the shame.
"Have you ever been raped?" The sounds of flesh colliding mingled.
"No...no..."
Qiang slapped Jing's buttocks. "Want to try?"
"I really want to..." Jing's moans were filled with wantonness and anticipation, igniting my lust.
"Is being raped pleasurable?"
Jing's expression was as if she was about to cry. "So good...ah..."
"Say 'fuck me'!" Qiang's tone grew increasingly forceful, his movements more violent.
"Fuck me!"
"Do you want your husband to see... hmph... being gang-raped by several men?"
"Yes! Fuck me hard!" Hearing this, my blood rushed to my head...
Qiang Ge's hands tightly gripped Jing's snow-white buttocks, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, the plump flesh squeezing out from between his fingers, "Tell your husband!"
"Husband... ah... see me being... gang-raped by... several men!"
Qiang Ge's movements suddenly accelerated to an unbelievable frequency, "You slut! I'll shoot inside you, okay!"
My heart pounded wildly when I heard this, my mind was in chaos, and I was still stunned and didn't know how to react. Seeing Jing struggling to twist her body to get away, I shouted in a panic, "No! Get out!"
I gritted my teeth and was about to push him away when I saw him suddenly pull out his penis and vigorously masturbate, shouting as he sprayed streams of white semen onto Jing's smooth, bare back. Her sensitive skin instantly broke out in goosebumps from the surge of heat, and she let out a series of moans…
(Thirty-eight)
I saw him pull out at the last moment, and my heart relaxed. I watched as he ejaculated pools of white fluid onto Jing's back, but my mind couldn't help but imagine him roaring, recklessly spraying his seed directly into Jing's pure vagina, his wildly thrusting penis coating every fold of her vaginal walls with semen… Oh… Thinking of the erotic parts, I felt a little dizzy.
Qiang Ge was still frowning and gagging, squeezing out the last drop of fluid from Jing's snowy buttocks before patting her thigh, panting, and turning to smile at me. He was covered in sweat, tore off a few pieces of paper to wipe Jing's back, and then plopped down on the sofa, his eyes still fixed on Jing's naked body.
Jing, seemingly unable to bear the humiliation, lay motionless on the sofa armrest, her hands bound behind her back. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, only her back rising and falling gently. I noticed tear stains on her eyes, smudged with mascara, like a rose battered by a storm. I felt both pity and impulsiveness, and reached out to untie her hands. Just as I was about to get up, I felt her pull me back. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, her expression both weary and satisfied.
I leaned closer to her face, tenderly kissing her delicate cheek. When I kissed her neck, it seemed ticklish, causing her to giggle weakly and pull away. She then turned and pulled me against her, her two full, soft breasts pressing against my chest. Seeing her half-drunk, spring-like expression, her ample breasts standing tall, my lower body immediately stirred. I reached out to touch her breasts, but she chuckled and brushed me away, gazing intently at me as she whispered, "You said yourself, you can only look, not touch..." The drawn-out tone was full of provocation.
Seeing her refusal, my desire burned even more intensely, and I longed to pounce on her and grab her tender flesh. Yet, a strange pleasure stirred within me, as if Jing had suddenly transformed into a woman I desired but could not possess, within reach yet unattainable. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I steeled myself and smiled at Jing, then turned to Qiang and said, "Qiang, why don't you go take a shower first?"
Qiang had just gotten up and put on shorts. Hearing me say this, he seemed a little surprised and looked at me tentatively, saying, "Is it convenient? I can shower at the hotel."
My throat was dry, and my voice became hoarse as I spoke. I cleared my throat and replied, "Well... it's so late, you can stay at our place tonight."
Qiang's expression instantly relaxed, and he said, "Okay, then I'll bother you."
I turned to look at Jing with a smug expression. Seeing her give me a fierce look and glance at me sideways, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, I felt a sense of certainty.
Qiang had just stepped into the bathroom when he suddenly turned around and said, "Xiao Dong, could you give me a pair of plastic slippers? I don't want to get these cotton ones wet."
I quickly agreed, then suddenly remembered that I only had one pair of men's plastic slippers at home. The thought of having to wear his worn ones made me feel a little uncomfortable. Then I thought, "Damn it, he's already used my wife, and he can't even afford a pair of slippers!" I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
Qiang Ge noticed my strange expression and looked at me, somewhat puzzled. I smiled and shook my head, handing him my slippers.
Once the sound of water came from the bathroom, only Jing and I were left in the living room. Jing, wearing a nightgown, sat on my lap, staring at me intently, and asked, "Why did you ask him to stay and sleep?"
I felt a little flustered and stammered, "I wanted... um..."
Jing changed her expression, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering, "Do you want... me to... spend the night with him?"
My face flushed, and I hummed in agreement.
Jing pinched me. "Didn't you get enough of watching? Are you trying to kill me?"
"Uh... I felt so excited... You know I like watching you and other people... that," I had no choice but to tell the truth, and couldn't help but ask, "Was it comfortable just now?"
Jing seemed both amused and annoyed, her face flushed, and she reached out to touch my lower body, breathing into my ear, "So hard... Don't you want it?"
Even through my pants, I could still feel the softness of her small hand on my lower body, which had been neglected all night. Her perfectly timed caresses made me feel so good that I almost moaned.
"I want it... but I also feel... I can't have it... It's so exciting..." I breathed heavily, filled with intense excitement.
Jing suddenly stopped what she was doing, looked straight at me, and said softly, "Do you still love me?"
I hugged her anxiously and said urgently, "Of course I love you!"
Jing stared at me for a while, her brows gradually relaxing, and then she chuckled softly, stood up, and turned around gracefully. Her gaze swept across the television screen, she tilted her head to look, then half-turned around and smiled, "Honey,
am I pretty?" I saw that all the photos had finished playing, the image frozen on the last one. Jing had changed back into the modern clothes she wore that morning, leaning against the half-open old wooden door, looking back into the yard with a shy and questioning expression, as if recalling a fleeting, unattainable dream from the past.
Looking at Jing beside me, her once neatly styled hair was now loose, a few strands falling across her forehead. The blush on her face hadn't faded, her smile both innocent and sexy. A thin silk nightgown partially concealed her alluring, mature body; one strap slipped down her arm, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white shoulder and chest. The curves of her figure led my gaze down to her slender, delicate legs, standing gracefully.
I sincerely praised her, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Jing, basking in my praise, giggled, "You know how to talk." She gracefully walked to me, bit her finger, and gazed at me for a long while before suddenly releasing it. Her soft hands gently caressed her sides, slowly moving down to her skirt, gently lifting it.
The last of Jing's clothes silently slipped to her ankles, revealing her fair body once again, slender yet not bony, mature yet youthful. As if hearing silent music, she slightly bent her knees, her alluring eyes watching me sway gently. Her movements, as gentle as rippling spring water, gradually unfolded her shapely arms, her full hips swaying rhythmically. Every alluring curve of her naked body shifted in motion, a beauty that no master's sculpture could rival. With her hands gathered behind her head and her eyes closed, Jing utterly expressed herself through her body, her breathing gradually becoming clearer, interspersed with a few barely audible, delicate nasal sounds, adding rhythm to the silent melody.
I was captivated by Jing's beauty and charm, momentarily stunned. Jing moved closer and closer to me, and before I knew it, she was kneeling before me, reaching down to unzip her pants, her two mesmerizing eyes fixed on me. As her underwear was pulled down, my hard penis, restrained all night, sprang out like a dragon breaking free of its chains, swaying slightly. Jing stared intently at it, her eyes filled with sweetness, even a hint of surprise and adoration.
"So big..." Her red lips approached the shaft, tracing its contours up and down, but not touching it. Her hot breath caressed my desperately craving genitals, making me almost unable to resist grabbing her hair, pressing her down beneath me, giving my penis a warm home.
"Do you want it..." Jing breathed.
“I want to…”
Jing looked up at me, her tongue hovering a centimeter from the head of my penis, “…Do you want me to give you a blowjob…”, but then froze just before it touched.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this way. A tidal wave of desire made it almost impossible for me to think. Two opposing voices roared in my mind, one shouting, “Put it in her mouth!”, the other howling, “It’s more exciting to hold back!” I didn’t know what to choose. Seeing me speechless, Jing simply took my penis into her mouth, though she opened her mouth wide to prevent the shaft from touching her oral cavity. Even so, my incredibly sensitive penis clearly felt a warm, moist sensation enveloping it. I involuntarily jumped, lightly touching her palate, only to be pushed back onto her soft, wet tongue. Even though it was just a brief contact, it made me moan with pleasure. Jing dodged and yielded, her half-smiling expression, made all the more wanton and seductive by her open mouth, made her look even more alluring. A trickle of drool had already reached her chin, but she, who was usually as thin as paper, didn't bother to wipe it away.
My willpower instantly reached its limit; I almost screamed. Just as I was about to reach out and press the back of her head, I heard the door open beside me, and Qiang came out. Jing quickly withdrew her beak like a startled bird pecking at its prey, covering her chest with her hands. I felt both disappointed and relieved, speechless for a moment.
Qiang chuckled, "Oh, sorry to bother you, don't worry about me, keep going!" He turned and went back into the bathroom.
Seeing that he hadn't closed the door, I took a breath and forced my still-erect penis back into my pants. Composing myself, I said to Jing in as calm a tone as possible, "Why don't you go shower first?"
Jing nodded, covered herself with her nightgown, and hurried into the bedroom. Then I heard the sound of a drawer opening.
I got up and walked to the bathroom door, my eyes sweeping over the man in front of me. He was over forty, after all; his belly was slightly protruding, and he had a fair amount of body hair. This man had just enjoyed my beautiful fiancée, whom I had offered up, and I, like someone addicted to opium, wanted more.
“Brother Qiang, you can sleep with Xiao Jing tonight.” Although I lowered my voice, Jing could probably still hear me. Hearing myself say this made me feel both shameless and excited.
He didn’t seem particularly surprised, but he was clearly pleased, looking at me with a sly smile. He also lowered his voice and asked, “Should I close the door or leave it open?”
I thought for a moment, “Leave it open.”
He smiled knowingly, “Sometimes I really admire you,” and then hesitated for a moment before adding, “Should I help her wash up later?”
Hearing this, I felt another strange, heavy thud in my heart. Just as I was about to speak, I heard Jing’s footsteps coming from the bedroom, but she stopped at the door. I knew she must have heard us talking, and she was in an awkward position, so she couldn’t come over. I pretended not to notice, silently nodded to Brother Qiang, and turned to go back to the living room to sit down. Only then did Jing come out with her head down. Brother Qiang was still in front of the bathroom mirror when he saw Jing hesitating at the door. He looked at me, then suddenly stepped forward and pulled Jing into the bathroom.
Jing let out a soft "Ah!" and was pulled into his arms. I only had time to exchange a glance with him before the bathroom door was ajar, blocking my view. I
could hear the rustling of clothes through the crack in the door, Jing's deep breaths soon turning into soft moans. Just imagining what lay behind the door made me feel incredibly aroused, yet also incredibly pleasurable.
I vaguely heard him say, "Little Jing... come... let me help you wash..."
Jing gasped, "No... it's too embarrassing..."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Is there any part of your body I haven't seen?"
"...Don't say that... um..."
I blushed and became restless. Then I heard the faucet turn on and the shower curtain rustle, knowing she had been led into the bathtub. I quietly got up and tiptoed to the door, but through the crack I could only see a small, light brown shower curtain.
The sound of water changing, the sound of spraying on flesh, mixed with their occasional mumbled conversation, was indistinct. I fantasized about his thick, rough hands, applying shower gel to Jing's fair, smooth, delicate skin, not missing a single beautiful curve or intimate corner...
("He's washing my woman's entire body...")
The shameful pleasure of sin, like a drug, plunged me into a hazy ecstasy. I closed my eyes, leaned against the wall, and strained my ears to catch every tiny sound. Every ambiguous breath stirred my heart, making me unable to stop.
“Don’t touch there…I’ll wash it myself…mmm…oh…be gentle…oh…”
“Your place is so tender…does it feel good…”
“…mmm…ah…”
“Come on, wash my brother…like this…it’s all your stuff…do you usually wash your husband’s…”
“…No…mmm…don’t touch…I…can’t concentrate like this…”
“You ate your husband’s dick just now, didn’t you?”
“Not yet…you came…”
“Come on, to make it up to you, I’ll give you mine.”
“…mmm…”
“Oh…so good…I love watching beautiful women kneel in front of me, serving me with their mouths.”
“Ah…mmm…”
“…like this, pull back the foreskin and lick down there…yes…”
“mmm…mmm…”
“Mmm…put my balls in your mouth…the left one…oh…switch to the right one…”
“mmm…mmm…mmm…I…I’m out of strength…pull me up…”
I don’t know how long they washed, the sound of water stopped, and I hadn’t reacted until the shower curtain swished again, startling me so much that I rushed back to the sofa and sat down, pretending to watch TV.
The door creaked open, and Qiang led Jing out, who was wrapped in a bath towel. He looked satisfied. “Brother, still looking at photos?”
I realized that the last photo of Jing was still on the screen. I felt embarrassed, like I had been caught doing something wrong. I reluctantly hummed in agreement. Seeing that Jing was looking down behind him as if she didn’t dare to look at me, I pretended to be nonchalant and said, “I’m going to take a shower. You guys rest first.”
lz19868292011-5-2610:06PM
“Sexual Affairs of a Pre-marital Couple” (39)
The hot water washed over my body and poured down my lower body. I felt a pleasure that I didn’t usually have. My mind was full of lewd scenes. I didn’t even know what I was washing. When I was rubbing the soap, my penis became hard as iron at the touch. I couldn’t help but masturbate a few times. Soon I had the urge to ejaculate, but I held it back.
After I dried my body, I opened the bathroom door and heard the two of them talking next door. The bedroom door swung open as promised. I deliberately shuffled into the living room in my wet slippers, making some noise to show I wasn't paying much attention to them. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of two naked bodies entwined on the bed.
"...Pretty soft..." Qiang's voice was muffled; I couldn't tell if he was talking about my bed or my woman on it.
I, the master of the house, was sleeping on the sofa, while another man slept on my bedding and with my fiancée. Oh...
I could hear Jing's soft murmurs; perhaps she was afraid to speak loudly because I was so close by.
It's okay, honey, relax a bit... I thought to myself. I turned on the TV, lowered the volume, and mechanically flipped through channels one after another.
The first time I brought Jing to this house, the furniture hadn't been moved in yet, there weren't even curtains. The new environment aroused my desire. In broad daylight, I had sex with her in the corner, ignoring her shyness, until her legs went weak...
The passionate memory brought a smile to my lips.
The mattress was a new purchase from IKEA in Xujiahui. I remember that day she was wearing an elegant white dress with small gray flowers. She tried sitting on it a few times and said it was so bouncy and comfortable. I stood by the bed watching her and just kept laughing, and she blushed…
A faint, quiet humming reached my ears. My beautiful Jing, dressed in an elegant dress, was currently lost in a cloud of desire… being held in that man's arms, letting him touch and savor her…
It wasn't easy… The first time I recklessly shoved my penis into her mouth, making her blush and play… The first time I successfully induced her to cooperate with my fantasies verbally… The first time I penetrated her tight back garden amidst her struggles… The first time I made her accept being enjoyed by another man… There will be many more firsts in the future, like…
I was immersed in a hazy, sweet, lewd fantasy when the sounds gradually became clearer in my ears…
The familiar creaking of the large bed in the bedroom, mixed with the sounds of flesh colliding and Jing's moans, made me sit up abruptly.
He was having sex with my wife again…
Although this was originally my plan, it still made my heart pound beyond its limits. Deliberately controlling my heavy breathing, I quietly covered it up. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Qiang Ge's slightly overweight, broad body was pressing down hard on Jing's petite frame, thrusting vigorously.
"Do you like it when a man is rough with you?" Qiang asked, his voice laced with confidence and teasing, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Hmm..."
"Does your husband usually hit you?"
"No... um... only sometimes... in bed..."
"We northern men like to hit our wives, want to try?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, "...be gentle... oh..."
Qiang's expression hardened with excitement as he pulled an arm from under Jing's neck. He braced himself with one arm, while his other hand gripped Jing's wrists tightly above her head, scrutinizing her beautiful face.
Jing realized what was about to happen, frowned, closed her eyes, and turned her head to the side, her expression already filled with sorrow. I felt a jolt in my heart when I saw him raise his hand.
"Slap," his thick palm struck Jing's delicate face, not too hard, but his thrusting continued without pause. Jing cried out, biting her lip as if trying to suppress the humiliation.
He hit my wife…
In any other situation or with any other man, I would have rushed over and punched him in the face, but… right now, it made me… speechless…
“Slap!” He retaliated with another slap, even harder than before, saying, “Do you like being beaten by men in bed?”
“Mmm…” Jing’s voice sounded strained.
“Why?” Qiang asked knowingly.
“It feels… like being used…” Jing’s voice trembled slightly.
“Well said, women are born to be used by men, can you take it any harder?”
“Oh… don’t be too hard… ah!” Before Jing could finish speaking, she received a crisp slap on the face. As soon as Qiang finished hitting her, he gently stroked her slightly reddened right cheek, muttering, “So good, fucking a beautiful woman while beating her,” his head lowered, his lips frantically searching her delicate cheeks and lips, his lower body moving up and down rapidly between her legs like a pile driver, appearing both brutal and erotic.
"Does it feel good!"
Jing cried out, her eyes tightly shut, her voice a mixture of sobs and ecstasy. "It feels good... I like...
strong men! Use me!"
"What kind of high-powered white-collar worker are you? You're all pretentious all the time, but in bed you're just a slut who likes to be used by men!"
Jing's face flushed red, struggling to speak, moaning as she endured the man's humiliation.
Suddenly, Qiang realized something, turned around and saw me at the door. He smirked, slightly slowed his pace, but exaggeratedly raised his buttocks. Between his hairy thighs, two swollen testicles and a thick, dark penis were clearly visible, the glans mostly embedded between Jing's plump labia. As he lifted his body, Jing involuntarily arched her back, her legs hooking between his thighs to meet his thrusts. He dipped slightly, then lifted up again, his voice rough. "Want to go deeper?"
Jing hummed in response, her expression saying nothing.
“Say you’re a slut!”
“I’m not…” Jing struggled.
“Letting a wild man have sex with you in your own home… and you still say you’re not,” Qiang Ge gritted his teeth, “Say it!”
“I am… a slut… oh…”
Qiang Ge lowered himself again, still just a light tickle, “Call me Master to fuck me!”
Jing twisted her body uncomfortably, “Master… fuck me…”
“Be more seductive!”
“How to be seductive… umm… I don’t know…” Jing panted, her tone already carrying a hint of lust.
“Just this tone, come on,” Qiang Ge’s eyes shone, giving a few half-penetrations as encouragement.
Jing blushed, bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then struggled to lift her head and whispered in his ear, “Master, fuck me~” The tone was sweet and soft, making the man feel weak to the bone.
Qiang Ge let out a heave, his buttocks bulging as he thrust hard, and with a plop, he penetrated Jing completely.
Jing let out a cry, her body trembling violently. She reflexively said, "Like that!"
Qiang gave her two deep thrusts, then slowed his movements. "Continue!"
"Don't stop... what do you like... to hear..."
"Say you like having your master on your husband's bed!"
Perhaps suddenly hearing me mentioned, Jing opened her eyes and glanced anxiously at the bedroom door. Startled, I quickly shrank behind the wall, my heart pounding.
"I... my husband is outside... he'll hear... oh oh..."
Qiang's rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, clearly made it impossible for Jing to think clearly. "Don't you understand? Your husband likes to hear you say that!"
"Oh... I like... being on top of me... in my own home..." "
Anything else?"
"So good... fuck me..."
"Continue!"
"I like having my master on me... as long as my husband is willing... I'll give myself to him..."
"Slut! Say you're a public bus, anyone can get on!"
"No..."
"My master will take you out to sell yourself!"
"No... don't give yourself to anyone else..."
"Your husband told me he wants you to sell yourself!"
Jing groaned, "You guys are bad..."
“You’re as beautiful as an angel, you’d definitely fetch a good price. Ten thousand dollars for a one-night stand, how about it?”
“No… I’m scared… let my husband sleep with you…” “
Oh… you’re the master’s sex toy!”
“Yes… I’m your… master’s toy… serving the master…”
“Oh right… come and squeeze your breasts… they’re fucking big… say you’re playing with my breasts!”
“Play with my… breasts…”
“In your hometown dialect!”
I couldn’t help but widen my eyes. I’d never heard of that before.
“No… I don’t know…”
“Don’t pretend! You can’t not know your own hometown dialect, can you?”
“I’m embarrassed…”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about now! Say it!”
“Mmm… mmm… play with… my… breasts… um…” Jing’s voice trailed off with a shy moan, but it seemed to carry a strange pleasure.
“Say you’re fucking my cunt!”
“Fuck my… cunt…”
“In your hometown dialect!”
“Don’t… make me say something else… whatever you want to hear… I’ll say it…” Jing pleaded.
“If you don’t tell, I’ll drag you outside and do it to you in front of your neighbor’s house!”
“I…I’ll tell you…I…no…” Jing stammered for a long time, “I beg you…it’s so dirty…I really can’t say it…”
Qiang Ge pretended to pick her up, “No! I’ll tell you…fuck…fuck my…slutty…cunt…” Jing finally managed to finish, feeling both ashamed and anxious, her face flushed red, and she struggled to lift her head and bit his shoulder hard.
He groaned in pain, but instead increased the frequency.
“Oh…faster! I’m coming…fuck me…fuck me!” Jing’s only free legs squeezed tightly around the man’s waist, her insteps tensed. She let out a sigh and cried out in pain.
The bed frame beneath her creaked as if it could not bear the weight, Jing’s head fell back onto the bed, but the top of her head slammed against the bed board with each violent thrust as her body gradually shifted. At this moment, on the verge of orgasm, she didn’t care about correcting her position at all!
"I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" Qiang Ge, covered in sweat, pounded into Jing with his heavy body, making clear, resounding slapping sounds. "Let me shoot inside your cunt!"
His previously wrinkled and drooping scrotum swelled into a large ball, and I had no doubt about the abundance of sperm inside! Should I let him shoot inside...? She's my fiancée, I'm going to marry her! Shooting inside her vagina is my prerogative!
But... I really want her to be shot by another man, flesh against flesh! I churned and struggled, involuntarily pressing my lower body against the hard wall, using the slightly painful pressure to slightly relieve my urgent need, but the lust suppressed all night finally broke through the dam of reason. Shoot inside! Shoot your semen inside! Shoot it all into my wife's uterus!
Let my wife get pregnant with your child! My eyes widened, my heart screaming silently, anxiety, bitterness, pleasure, all twisting my stomach together! Jing opened her mouth wide but could no longer make a sound, as if she hadn't heard his words. Her ten toes clenched tightly on her raised little feet, almost touching the soles, her twisting body desperately trying to meet his thrusts…
“Give Master a child! I’ll cum for you~ Ah~”
“Ah~” A duet of hoarse and high-pitched sounds erupted almost simultaneously. His face contorted, his body convulsing as he struggled up and down, his thick, dark penis throbbing violently. Jing clung to him like a mollusk, her beautiful vagina, usually only slightly open, stretched wide, tightly enveloping his penis, completely receiving his flood of ejaculation. Seeing Jing being inseminated in front of me without any protection, an incredibly intense pleasure pierced my consciousness, turning into stars flashing wildly in my mind, dragging me down to sit slowly on the cold floor.
【Sexual Encounters Between Couples】(40)
Author: facemaskdon
Published on sexinsex on June 20, 2009
The fine creaking of the bed frame turned into a hoarse protest that was heavy every few seconds, mixed with the trembling sobs of the two at the peak, each sound like a drumstick striking my heart. Unseen scenes appeared in my mind, imagining his white semen covering Jing's vaginal wall, still slowly flowing deeper. Unspeakable humiliation and heartache, accompanied by an unusual intense pleasure, permeated my consciousness.
I don't know how much time passed in the chaos, but the room behind me gradually calmed down, and I could still hear the two of them breathing, which had not yet calmed down. Suddenly, I heard Jing say weakly, "You... get down first, it's so heavy..."
I heard Qiang Ge hum, the mattress creaked a few times, and then teased, "Why didn't you feel heavy just now?"
Jing gasped for breath, "If I had said it was heavy just now, would you have gotten down?"
Qiang Ge chuckled, and before he could speak, I heard Jing say, "I have to sit up," and then I heard the sound of her tearing a tissue.
"Why?"
I didn't hear Jing speak.
"Afraid it'll get in, huh?" Qiang's tone held a hint of smugness.
Jing didn't reply, but said, "I'm going to take a shower." She groaned as she spoke, clearly about getting out of bed.
My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively jumped up and rushed back to the sofa. Just as I sat down, I heard Jing open the bathroom door. I didn't dare look in that direction, my heart still pounding. Suddenly, I realized she must have heard my footsteps, and my face flushed. Then I thought, she naturally knows I've been eavesdropping, and besides, she's probably not more open about it than I am. We both know, so avoiding eye contact is best to avoid embarrassment. Then I thought, my wife slept with another man, and I, the husband, acted like a thief. I couldn't help but despise myself.
Lost in thought, I heard footsteps beside me. Qiang, shirtless and wearing only shorts, came out, still rubbing his shoulders. He sat down on the single sofa next to me with a smile.
"I'm getting old, and it gets really tiring to support myself like this for so long," he said, but his expression betrayed more satisfaction than weariness.
I had mixed feelings about him. On one hand, he was the man I had specifically chosen to satisfy my sexual desires, and so far he had performed well. On the other hand, he was, after all, another man who had slept with my fiancée and ejaculated inside her. And now that he knew where we lived, I felt even more uneasy.
My mind was in turmoil, and this was evident on my face. He seemed slightly taken aback, paused, and asked, "Brother, I ejaculated inside you just now, don't mind."
His directness made me feel a little relieved, and I smiled, "It's okay, but next time we should discuss it first." But in my heart, I wondered, if he had asked me beforehand, would I still have agreed?
He nodded, then suddenly chuckled with a sly smile, "Actually, this is also part of Xiaojing's training."
I knew that all too well, and simply nodded.
"Are you satisfied with the progress so far? Is there anything you'd like me to do?"
His question caught me off guard; I couldn't answer, and even after thinking for a while, I had no clue.
Seeing my blank expression, he continued, "I have a guess, but please forgive me if I'm wrong."
"Tell me?"
He pondered for a moment, then calmly said, "I guess you probably want to go further, to make Xiaojing even more promiscuous. But on the other hand, there are various considerations and concerns in society, and out of a desire to protect her, you're not entirely at ease."
Since I've pushed my woman onto this path, I have to bear all the responsibility. I thought to myself that it's not just about protecting her, but also about protecting myself, and I nodded.
"So I think we need to build a stronger trust between us, or between you and me. For Xiaojing, the less she knows about my real life, the better. This way, she can abstract my image in her mind, which helps her separate her experience with me from reality. This also helps me to develop her inner world more deeply, letting her try things she wouldn't normally accept."
I understood what he meant and nodded.
“And between you and me, I think you need to understand me better and control what happens, so you can fully protect your wife.”
“I think you’re right,” I interjected. “I do think I should know more about you.”
“How about this, I’ll send you my personal information when I get back.”
I felt much more relaxed. “Okay, about what happened, well, I think if I knew everything beforehand, it might have less fun.”
He laughed. “That’s right, bro, you’re really something.” I
heard the sound of the bathroom tap turning on, and my heart skipped a beat. I mustered up my courage and asked, “Did you have fun tonight?”
His eyes lit up, and he quickly said, “Of course! To be honest, I’m not young anymore, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had two nights in one. Only Xiaojing can make me feel this way. You know, when I asked her if I could ejaculate inside, I was quite nervous, but she didn’t object. I was so happy then, you can’t even describe it!” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke with pride.
As I listened to his description, a mixture of jealousy and pleasure welled up inside me. My voice hoarse, I said, "You're having a great time. I'll have to buy her the medicine tomorrow."
His expression shifted, he chuckled but remained silent. I suspected he was fantasizing about getting Jing pregnant, and my own desire surged, but I was too embarrassed to say it aloud.
After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "When will you two have the chance to come to Hangzhou again?"
I teased, "You have quite an appetite, aren't you? You're already thinking about the next meal after just finishing your meal."
"That's because your little Jing is too charming," he said, seeing my good mood. "Just kidding. If she were really willing to entertain clients, they'd be lining up."
His tone was ambiguous, a test, but involuntarily, an image of Jing naked, her body lying prone, her wrists and ankles bound to the bed, passively receiving the successive rapes of various men outside the door flashed through my mind. My senses went blank for a moment. I snapped out of my daze and saw Qiang looking at me with a half-smile. My face flushed, and I said awkwardly, "Xiaojing is actually quite conservative. She won't agree."
Qiang smiled and said, "Assuming she agrees, would you?"
I had been holding back all night, and my lust was beyond my control. With his teasing, the word "yes" almost slipped out. Fortunately, my brain was still somewhat functioning. My lips moved, but I managed to hold back. After a long while, I said, "I think this is still a bit far off for us."
He nodded. "Yeah, I knew you were cautious. That's good."
I didn't know how to respond, so I changed the subject. "I'll ask Xiaojing tomorrow if she wants to go to Hangzhou for a few weeks."
"Okay."
The sound of water had stopped by then. A moment later, the doorknob clicked, and Jing came out of the bathroom, her face flushed. Seeing me talking to Qiang, she softly said, "Honey, come in for a moment."
I noticed a hint of timidity in her voice and was slightly surprised. I nodded to Qiang and followed her into the bedroom. As soon as I closed the door, I felt Jing's warm, damp body press against me, her arms tightly wrapped around me. I tried to pull away from her arms and turn to look at her, but she wouldn't let go. I had a pretty good idea of what was going on, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Jing's cheek was pressed against my back through her undershirt, and she said weakly, "Honey, I drank too much tonight."
"Hmm, are you alright?"
"...Hmm...Are you angry?"
A warm feeling washed over me, mixed with amusement. "Why would I be angry?"
Hearing that I wasn't angry, her stiff body relaxed a little. "...Hmm...He...that...inside..." Her voice was filled with shame as she said the last few words. Even though I still had my back to her, I could imagine Jing's expression.
"I know, you two did it again in the bedroom," I said, feigning ignorance.
Jing, oblivious to the situation, cautiously stammered, "No... he... he just... he put it inside..."
I suppressed a laugh and deliberately spoke in a serious tone, "You let him ejaculate inside?"
Jing trembled, her hands involuntarily tightening around me in a panicked voice, "I'm sorry, honey, don't be angry~", her voice trembling with tears.
My heart softened at her words, and I couldn't bear to tease her any longer, so I chuckled, "Okay, okay, I was just teasing you, it's nothing serious."
Jing paused, then let go of my hand and pulled me close to examine me closely. Seeing me grinning at her, her lips trembled, and she burst into tears, then punched me in the chest with her fist, "You bastard!" She was clearly agitated, and the punch hurt quite a bit. She raised her other hand to hit me again, but I grabbed it and held her tightly in my arms. She struggled a few times, then stopped moving, sobbing in my arms.
Seeing how bothered she was about our relationship, my heart surged with love. I whispered in her ear, "You're so sexy and alluring tonight~," my lower body jerking at the opportune moment to show I wasn't exaggerating.
She remained silent, so I shamelessly whispered, "I saw him ejaculate inside you just now, it was so exciting, I almost came myself."
She giggled, her tears turning into laughter, then her voice became worried, "Won't you... think I'm... dirty?"
"Idiot... I'm the one who invited him." I wanted to say it wouldn't happen again, but I was afraid she'd think I still held a grudge, so I held back.
"You're the idiot," she instinctively retorted, her tone involuntarily lightening. Then, as if realizing her words were inappropriate, she paused for a moment before continuing, "Honey, will you sleep with me tonight?"
I thought that although it was a bit of a slap on the wrist, I figured Brother Qiang would understand. "Okay, I'll go tell him."
"Hold me a little longer..."
We lingered for a while longer before I went out to tell Qiang Ge. He didn't mind, saying he'd go to a bathhouse for a massage to relax, which I agreed with. He packed his things and said goodbye, even inviting Jing to visit Hangzhou before leaving, which made Jing blush again.
After seeing him off, Jing seemed completely relaxed, her face showing signs of fatigue. Knowing I hadn't been aroused all night, she forced herself to serve me one more time, which I politely declined.
I turned off the light and lay down, holding her with her back to me. She pulled my free hand over to cover her soft breasts, and before I could think anything, I heard soft snoring. I chuckled, knowing she must be exhausted, and felt a pang of tenderness. I didn't dare move the arm behind her head. The whole world was silent except for the woman beside me. I pressed against Jing's soft body, trying to calm my body, which had been accumulating desire all night, with my turbulent thoughts.
Replaying everything that had happened that day in my mind, I couldn't help but be amazed by the richness and depravity of the events that had occurred in the past dozen or so hours. Thinking of the most erotic parts, I couldn't resist kneading Jing's plump breasts, hearing her groan softly in her sleep, but not wanting to wake her. With a very slow movement, I withdrew my hand and gripped my penis tightly through her panties. Feeling the unusual hardness and even length of my penis, I couldn't help but sigh softly, and couldn't resist pulling down the top of my panties to hold it below my scrotum.
The engorged glans, exposed during the movement, unintentionally pressed against Jing's buttocks, so sensitive that I could almost feel the slight indentation of her plump buttocks through the thin cotton fabric, and the tingling pleasure brought by the elastic pressure. I groaned silently, feeling a surge of desire within me, and involuntarily used my unaccustomed left hand to gently stroke my lower body. The slightly clumsy movements, the slightly different sensations, all brought a strange pleasure at this moment.
Suddenly, the thought of offering my fiancée to others twice to satisfy their lust, while I could only secretly masturbate while holding her, overwhelmed me with a sinful, intense pleasure. I bit my tongue hard, struggling on the edge of orgasm for several long seconds before I managed to avoid ejaculating on the spot. Even so, a sticky fluid had already secreted from my urethra. I tried to reach for a tissue but couldn't reach it, so I could only smile bitterly and let myself be. After resting for a while, my desire was still surging, but I knew that if I continued, things would only go wrong sooner or later, so I forced myself to calm down and try to fall asleep.
...
On Sunday, I got up earlier than usual and left at eleven o'clock. Jing was still lazing in bed. Every time I went to the pharmacy to buy emergency contraception, I always felt that the seemingly calm expressions of the middle-aged female sales clerks carried a hint of disdain. Leaving the pharmacy felt like escaping an invisible force field, making me feel relieved.
I bought takeout and went upstairs. I saw Jing hugging a pillow, half-leaning on the sofa watching TV, still half-asleep. Seeing me carrying things, she asked sweetly, "What delicious food did you buy?"
"Spicy chicken cubes, braised ribbonfish, dry-fried green beans, and fried rice with egg."
"Wow, I'm starving! I'm going to brush my teeth!" she said, getting up and humming a tune as she walked towards the bathroom.
"Damn, you get up and watch TV without even brushing your teeth! People always see you as so pretty, who knew you were so lazy!" I laughed and scolded.
"Tch, you're so serious at the company, who knew you were such a pervert?" Jing mumbled back, her mouth full of toothbrush.
After we finished eating, I plopped down in front of the computer, and Jing protested, "Playing games all day!"
"You're always chatting on QQ," I said, pretending to just remember, "Oh, right, there's medicine in the cabinet, don't forget to take it later."
Jing paused, suddenly realizing what I meant, her face flushed red, and she immediately fell silent. I chuckled inwardly. I had just put on my headphones when Jing snuggled up behind me and hugged my neck, stammering, "You...you just bought this?"
"Yeah."
"How long...is it effective?"
"It says 72 hours after ejaculation," I deliberately emphasized the word "ejaculation.
" "Pervert," Jing pinched me, "You're just teasing me!"
I laughed, turned around, and pulled her down to sit on my lap. Her face flushed, and she whispered in my ear, "I want...tonight we can do it again..."
"Oh?"
She giggled, clinging to me without looking up, "Like this...you can ejaculate inside me tonight..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but pretend to be fierce, "You slut, what do you mean I 'can't' ejaculate inside you!"
She whimpered, "Don't be so pedantic..." As she spoke, she gently stroked my crotch, as if to comfort me.
I hummed in agreement, burying my head between her breasts, inhaling her faint fragrance with ecstasy, "Let's not wait until tonight, let's do it now!"
"...Hmm..." Jing seemed to hesitate.
"What's wrong?"
Her face was burning hot, and she whispered, "...Yesterday...maybe it was too much...my...down there is a little swollen..."
I stared wide-eyed, feeling a strong jolt of excitement, "You were swollen from being fucked by him?!"
[Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples] (41)
Author: Facemaskdon
Published on SexInSex on June 30, 2009
Jing let out a soft groan, then cried out as I pushed her back a few steps and she fell onto the sofa. Without a word, I pulled down her pants, "Let me see!" "
Go and draw the curtains..." Jing panted, her legs raised as I lifted them. Her naked lower body was exposed in broad daylight, and I examined it closely. She couldn't help but feel incredibly ashamed. The tender pink flesh between her thighs seemed to be more open than usual. The two thin petals that were originally hidden inside were now swollen and translucent.
"Damn," I said, half surprised and half jealous, "He really went all out with his dick."
Jing was shy and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Does it hurt?"
"...It's okay, it doesn't hurt if you don't touch me..."
I stared intently at her crotch. "Was he really hard when he fucked you?"
"Ugh...Honey, stop...Ouch..." Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Jing's private parts contracted, and a gush of fluid appeared.
"Damn you, you little slut, why are you wet again?"
Jing blushed and broke free from my hands, hurriedly bending her legs to grab a tissue to wipe herself.
"Baby, you seem to be getting more and more excited these days?"
Jing glanced at me. "It's all because you corrupted me," which made me chuckle.
After playing Fallout all afternoon, I was about to ask Jing what she wanted for dinner when I saw her come out of the bathroom looking dejected.
"What's wrong? Has the swelling gone down?"
"Yeah, it seems to be better, but my period came." She looked at me apologetically.
I made a face, secretly anticipating what new experience my yearning would bring me, and chuckled, "No need for medicine then."
...
Early Monday morning, Anne emailed to say that a new receptionist had been found and Nikki could start working here next week. I replied with thanks, wondering why Nikki hadn't come to see me excitedly yet, surely she already knew. I called Helen to invite her to lunch. Perhaps because there were colleagues around, she answered calmly on the phone, but the hint of ambiguity couldn't escape my ears.
Maybe I was too immersed in the weekend's experiences, but having not seen her for a few days, she felt somewhat unfamiliar. We chatted and ate, and I habitually made a few jokes, but she didn't respond much. Suddenly, she blurted out, "When are you getting married?"
I panicked for a moment. "Why are you asking that?"
Her expression was normal. "A few colleagues said you're getting married soon."
I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. "Soon."
She said "Oh," and lowered her head to chew her food.
I didn't know how to comfort her. After hesitating for a long time, I smiled bitterly, "I don't know what to say either."
She remained silent. After a while, she suddenly stopped eating and burst into tears.
I panicked at the sight. Looking around to make sure no one I knew was there, I took her hand and whispered, "Don't be like this..."
She pulled her hand away and took a tissue from her bag to wipe her tears. "I'm fine."
I wanted to sit down next to her and hug her, but I was afraid of being seen by others. We walked back to the company in silence, and I couldn't help but think about my philandering. Was the price too high? When I got
back to the company, I saw Nikki sitting peacefully at the front desk with someone next to her. I didn't go over to talk to her. She must have seen me, but she didn't even glance at me.
I had a feeling she knew about Helen and me.
Even so, business still needed to be done. In the afternoon, I emailed her the work she needed to familiarize herself with beforehand. A reply came shortly after, just one word: "OK." I became even more certain, and too lazy to care anymore; whatever.
There wasn't much work in the afternoon, and I couldn't help but think about what happened over the weekend. Lost in thought, I saw an email from Jing in my inbox, saying she was going to Hangzhou on a business trip on Friday and would be back that day. I sighed inwardly, wondering if this was fate.
Going on Friday, what if she didn't come back?
I'd imagined countless times Jing being trained by Qiang Ge alone without me. I wondered if she would be more nervous or more relaxed. Judging from his methods and understanding of people's psychology, it was probably the latter.
But he's an outsider after all. If I wasn't there, who would protect Jing? What if he called a group of people to gang rape her? What if he took nude photos and used them to blackmail my future wife into becoming his sex slave…?
Hmm… Why am I getting so sentimental?
Just then, my phone beeped. It was a text from Qiang Ge, saying his personal information had been sent to my email. I checked online and sure enough, I'd received it. I thought the timing was too perfect. Then I realized that if Jing had told him her schedule, meeting up on the weekend wouldn't be out of the question, though it might be difficult for her to stay home alone.
When I got home, Jing was busy preparing dinner. I put down my keys in the living room and asked, "Going on a business trip on Friday?"
Jing replied from the kitchen, "Yeah," her tone calm and natural.
I chuckled inwardly, "You're just pretending." "When are you coming back?"
"Back that day."
I grinned mischievously and snuggled into the kitchen, hugging her from behind. "Really?"
"What do you mean, 'really'?" She clearly sensed the hidden meaning in my words but pretended not to notice.
I slipped my hands under her armpits, cupping her two heavy, plump breasts and gently kneading them. "Does Qiang know?"
Her ears turned red, but she didn't turn around. "Yeah."
I thought to myself, "Just as I expected." "What did he say?"
Jing's spatula made a loud clattering sound as she flipped the spatula. "He said if we wanted to stay the weekend, he'd treat us."
"Treat you or us?"
She paused, laughing and scolding, "Just say what you want to say, stop beating around the bush!"
I chuckled in her ear, "Do you want him to give you a private lesson for the weekend, and then report back?"
Jing shook her head vigorously.
"Why?"
"I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Without you around, who knows what he'll do to me?"
I couldn't help but lewdly laugh, "It's the unknown that's exciting."
She was speechless for a moment, but I didn't say anything more, just pinched her fleshy buttocks, smiled, and went to lay out the table.
...
After dinner, I went online as usual and saw Qiang was there too. Jing was watching TV not far behind me, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. My heart was itching, and I couldn't help but greet him secretly, writing, "My wife's all swollen from your fucking."
"Oh, really? Sorry. Your wife's really young, hehe."
"She's coming to Hangzhou on a business trip on Friday. Did you tell her not to go back that day?"
"I did, she said she'd think about it later."
I thought to myself, Jing hadn't really ruled out anything. "Keep trying."
"Hehe, give me a boost. Are you coming?"
I wondered if this was a hint. "If I'm not here, what are you planning to do..." Before I could finish, I heard Jing get up behind me. I hurriedly opened another window, only to find it was an ad for an adult website. I couldn't help but sigh.
"Pervert, always looking at this." Jing didn't stop and went straight to the bathroom.
I breathed a sigh of relief, reopened the window, added the word "do," and sent it.
"Hehe, then I'll make her loosen up even more."
"?"
"I was afraid you'd feel bad if I told you, but anyway, I'll give you a perfectly good wife."
I felt a surge of excitement. Just as I was about to ask how, I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. I quickly opened another window to check the webpage.
...
When Jing gets her period, her libido is stronger than usual for those few days. I often tease her that the more she's not satisfied, the more she clings to me, arousing my desire but having nowhere to release it. At most, she'll use her mouth to bring me to orgasm, but it never really solves the problem completely. From Saturday until now, I've even managed to hold back from orgasm with my hand, and I'm quite impressed with myself for it. The more this happens, the more I feel like I could see a hole in the wall and have impure thoughts. At night, with the lights off in the room, we couldn't help but huddle together, passionately kissing and caressing, leaving Jing feeling unsatisfied, but we finally had no choice but to go to sleep. It's
a Pyrrhic victory, and I'm not faring any better. Actually, I had plenty of opportunities to see Helen these past two days, but I wanted her to calm down a bit.
Actually… vaguely, I wanted to tease myself again…
maybe… in a state of extreme craving, I could make decisions I wanted to do but dared not…
For two nights in a row, it was like this. With Jing tossing and turning beside me, unable to sleep, I imagined that in a couple of days, when she reached her peak, I would let Qiang take my place and reap the rewards. It was as if I were in his shoes, enjoying the beautiful soon-to-be wife's sorrow and wantonness. Scenes floated through my mind, any one of them enough to drive me crazy.
By Wednesday, at noon, I received a text message from Jing, "Honey, I want it so much." I smiled, thinking that everything was ready, only the final touch was needed .
…
At night, eleven o'clock.
Half-naked Jing, wearing only underwear, lay softly on the bed, her hair loose and her eyes closed. My tongue skillfully swept along the edges of every sensitive spot on her body, deliberately giving without being satisfied, teasing her so that her fair and delicate hands were now squeezing her tender breasts hard, accompanied by unbearable moans.
"It's so hot...so itchy..." Jing twisted her legs, struggling and writhing.
Knowing full well she craved my mouth to gently suckle her engorged nipples, my tongue deliberately traced circles of varying sizes along the rim of her breasts.
"...Husband...lick me..." Jing's reserve crumbled in an instant, her voice trembling as she pleaded.
"Do you want it?"
"Yes..."
"Say you're my whore."
"I already am..."
"Then will you listen to me?" My heart pounded at the thought of what I was about to say.
Jing closed her eyes, as if expectantly, "Yes, I'll listen to anything..."
My hot breath brushed against her sensitive nipples, "Then we'll stay at Qiang's house on Friday."
Jing tilted her head back and gave an "oh," slowly saying, "You...you want to see me let him do it again..."
"No," I struggled to control my slightly trembling voice, born of excitement and nervousness, "I won't go, let him have his way."
Jing pursed her lips, her expression conflicted.
My fingers lightly touched between her legs; even through the thick cotton padding, it sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a soft "hmm. "
"He said he'd train you properly, that he'd make you feel like you're in heaven."
Jing whimpered, her head sinking into the pillow, swaying from side to side, her hands clutching her tender breasts.
"Go on, wife, you'll be clean this weekend!" I said passionately, it was hard to tell if it was an order or a plea.
"Mmm..." Jing's cheeks flushed, her legs crossed tightly, her body arching upwards.
"Let him use all his tricks, and come back and tell me little by little how he'll play with you!"
"...How will he...play with me..." Jing groaned softly, asking somewhat vaguely.
Judging from her tone, it seemed she was about to agree, so I quickly said, "I don't know, but he said he'll definitely make you experience the thrill of indulgence!"
"You...want me to indulge?" Jing closed her eyes, her voice floating, it was hard to tell if she was embarrassed to look at me or immersed in her own fantasies.
“I want to, honey,” I said, my mouth dry. “I just want him to do you to me... You know, I’ve been holding back these past few days, just to see how he’ll do you.”
“You’re so perverted... You just love it when someone uses your wife…”
I couldn’t stand hearing Jing say that… It was so pleasurable… “Oh, honey, I love hearing you say that… Go ahead… Go wild, satisfy me too…”
“…Mmm…” Jing hummed, softer than a mosquito’s buzz.
“You did?” The intense stimulation and aching sensation made me almost incredulous.
“If you like it… I’ll satisfy you… Mmm…” Before Jing could finish, my rain of kisses covered her beautiful face.

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