The Wife's Game

This story can be considered a side story to "The Dog Wife." It takes place many years later, one summer. Those interested can read it. I've used the first person to describe the entire story's progression, and my writing is clumsy, so please forgive me. Also, I'd like to request a featured topic from the moderators. My previous post, "The Perverted Little Ming," didn't even get featured, which was quite disappointing. I hope it will this time.
Episode 1: Wife Performs Footjob for Game Boy at an Internet Cafe.
First, I want to ask everyone, do you really understand your wife or girlfriend? If your woman is a born slut, what would you do? You might say: "Then what's the point? Just break up and divorce her."
But if your woman is not only slutty but also very manipulative, what would you do then?
I really don't know how to tell you the following story, because it's too difficult to talk about. After all, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, but keeping it bottled up inside isn't a good thing either, so I had to make it up as a story to vent my frustrations.
My wife's name is Guo Junping. She's 28 years old and 168 cm tall. Her skin is not only fair and soft, but she also has a stunning figure—round breasts, a high, pert bottom, and incredibly long legs. Especially her delicate, exquisite little feet are beautiful and captivating. My wife is also stunningly beautiful; in most men's eyes, she's a rare beauty.
I don't know why she chose me, but from the day we met, I was captivated by her amazing figure. I thought such a charming woman would be very difficult to pursue, but unexpectedly, after a few meetings, she became my girlfriend.
I met my wife about a year ago. Before that, I knew nothing about her background; she had almost no friends, and her relatives lived in other places. Even so, I still heard some rumors about her.
Some people said my wife was a notorious "public toilet," having slept with many men. There were even rumors that three years ago she was kept by a wealthy businessman's son, committing numerous despicable acts, and even serving as his "semen toilet."
However, my wife vehemently denied all these rumors, saying they were fabricated by people who disliked her to prevent her from marrying me. While I didn't entirely believe these baseless rumors at the time, I knew there was no smoke without fire.
After our first time having sex, I discovered she was no longer a virgin. In subsequent encounters, I noticed her labia were dark and wrinkled. Although her vagina was still tight, it became very aroused with the slightest stimulation, making me question the previous rumors about her.
However, I'm a fairly honest person and don't have a virginity complex. I can't judge my wife as a promiscuous woman just because of her "black fungus" (referring to her vagina). Even if she had several boyfriends before, as long as she's good to me in the future,
that's fine. Besides, finding a virgin wife in today's society is really too difficult. My wife was very good to me back then. She cooked for me, did my laundry, and took care of me when I was sick. All of this touched me deeply. Gradually, I forgot about the rumors and began to fall truly in love with her. Not long after, we got married.
They say marrying a beautiful woman doesn't guarantee a good life, and that's certainly true for me.
Since we got married, I've noticed my wife's personality slowly changing. She stopped cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning the house. She was also prone to tantrums and spent all her time buying things. The house was overflowing with designer bags and high heels; I bought her countless pieces of expensive jewelry, not to mention her ever-changing phones – Samsung, iPhone, you name it. Although my family is relatively well-off, we couldn't afford her extravagance.
I tried to reason with her about these trivial matters, but each time she would cry and complain that I wasn't willing to do anything for her. Helpless, I had to back down, but that only brought me more despair… It all started in mid-June this year, when I had an unexpected affair. Yes, I did cheat on her, believe it or not, but it was truly an accident. I won't go into that now; let me tell you about my wife.
Actually, a man cheating isn't a big problem; the problem is cleaning up his act afterwards. Everyone understands this simple principle, but putting it into practice is not so easy… "You actually cheated on me with other women!" "…No, who told you that?"
"Who told you that? What's with the hickeys on your neck? Which slut sucked them?!" The summer heat couldn't compare to the woman's rage.
A loud 'bang' followed! My wife smashed the TV to pieces! She was trembling with anger, her pink silk see-through nightgown shaking, her eyes fixed on me with furious hatred.
Feeling guilty, I could only step forward to explain, and in my nervousness, I uttered something I would regret for the rest of my life.
"Honey, don't be angry, I…I…I was wrong, I'll never do it again." Please remember, when a man says this to a woman, it means he's completely finished. No wonder, it's my fault for not cleaning up after I ate. But my wife wouldn't let it go. She cried and kicked and hit me, her screams deafening.
"Divorce! Divorce!! I want a divorce!! Waaah..." "Wife, wife, calm down, listen to me, listen to me..." "Waaah!! I won't listen! I won't listen to anything! I want a divorce! I want a divorce!!" I'd never seen my wife so hysterical before, and I'd never seen a woman so agitated. I was terrified. I never knew my wife could be so furious, and I didn't know what to say to comfort her. All I could do was plead with her.
"Wife, my dear wife, I'm begging you, I'll do anything you ask if you can forgive me." "Waaah... There's nothing to forgive! We're over! Divorce! No discussion!!" "...Wife, can't you give me one more chance?" "Hmph! I know all you stinky men. If there's a first time, there'll be a second. I'm definitely getting a divorce! Waaah..." Seeing that my well-intentioned persuasion hadn't won my wife's forgiveness, I was at a loss for what to do. To calm her down, I presumptuously said to her,
"Wife, don't be like this. If we really divorce, you'll be the one who suffers..." I thought this would be a scare tactic, but my crying wife said something that completely surprised me.
"Hmph, we don't have any children now. After the divorce, I can still get half of your assets. At worst, I'll find another man after I leave. I don't believe that no one will want me with my looks!" My wife's words sent a chill down my spine! Only then did I truly realize how terrifying women can be. I dared not say anything more to my wife, and could only cower in a corner, helplessly awaiting her judgment.
Time passed slowly. My wife, sitting on the sofa, went from heart-wrenching sobs to soft whimpers. Seeing her emotions gradually calming, I quietly approached her, then, with a smile, lowered my head and whispered,
"Hehe…wife, please forgive me this time. I'll buy you a nice bag another day, okay?" "…Forgive you? Fine, but kneel down and kowtow three times, then I'll forgive you." "…Wife, you're being too cruel! A man's knees are worth gold!" "Will you kneel or not?" For the sake of family harmony, what was the big deal about kowtowing to my wife a few times? But what happened next was far more complicated than I had imagined.
"Okay, okay... I... I'll kneel, I'll kneel..."
As I knelt before my wife with a forced smile, I suddenly hesitated. I thought to myself, "I've never even knelt before my parents, how could I kneel before this woman today?
" "What are you thinking? Kneel down!!"
"..."
I looked up hesitantly at my wife, who was leaning back on the sofa with her arms crossed, her long, white, and slender legs propped up, glaring at me with displeasure.
"You don't want to kowtow, do you? If you don't want to, then let's get a divorce!"
"No, no, no… I'll kowtow, I'll kowtow, honey, don't be angry, I'll do it…" At that moment, I don't know why, but a strong sense of humiliation surged into my heart. But even after I humbly kowtowed three times, my wife, sitting on the sofa, still showed no satisfaction.
"Who told you to stand up?"
"Oh, well, what else do you want to do?"
"Slap yourself now and say you're a big pervert, a big idiot! Slap yourself! Slap yourself until I'm satisfied!" "..." My wife's words crossed my bottom line. Even though I did something wrong to her, she didn't deserve to humiliate me like this.
"Are you going to slap yourself or not?"
"Hehe... Wife, please forgive me. I've already kowtowed to you. Don't you think this is a bit much?" "Are you going to slap yourself or not?!"
"Okay, okay!! I'll slap myself! I'll slap myself, alright?"
Sigh... Oh well! Back in the day, when Han Xin suffered the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, he still managed to get through it. A small act of impatience can ruin a big plan. Anyway, I'm at home, no one knows. Slapping myself isn't a big deal.
"Hey wife... what are you doing?"
Just as I was comforting myself, I saw my wife suddenly take out her phone and start filming me while I was kneeling.
"I'll film you looking like an idiot, let's see if you dare to mess around with women again!!" "You're too much..." "Shut up! Slap yourself, slap yourself!!"
There's a Chinese saying, "A man with a shrewish wife should never do anything rash!" If you can't take it anymore, just start taking it again. Seeing my wife starting to act hysterically again, I could only suppress my anger, trembling as I raised my hand and shamelessly slapped it across my face.
'Slap...'
"Too light."
'Slap!'
"Too light!"
'...Slap!!!'
"Hmph...Look at the camera, say you're a despicable pervert, say it!!" "I, I'm a pervert." "I'll make you look at the camera and say it!!" "
...I'm a pervert."
"Say you're a big idiot!!!"
"...I, I'm an idiot..."
"Who told you to stop slapping yourself! Keep slapping yourself! Say it while you slap yourself!!" I can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore!! Although there was no one else in the house, as a man, being humiliated like this by my wife was unbearable, even for someone with a good temper! I was still kneeling before her, but the fake smile on my face was completely swallowed by the rage in my heart. What happened next only made my anger explode.
"Lick my feet."
"...What?"
"I'll make you lick my feet!!"
Suddenly, I saw my wife, who was leaning back on the sofa, lift up her pink sheer nightgown, raise one long leg, and stretch out a white, fleshy foot in front of me.
"..."
I never expected my wife to do something so abnormal! I, a grown man, had already knelt before her, cursing and hitting myself—I'd already humiliated myself enough. And now she wanted me to lick her feet
and was even filming it with her phone! What if someone saw this? How could I ever face anyone again?
"Will you lick them or not?
" "..."
"You won't lick them, huh? Fine!"
Suddenly! My wife tossed her phone aside, then pulled away her beautiful feet, grabbed my hair with one hand, and raised the other high, slapping me hard across the face!
*Slap! Slap!*
"I'll teach you to lick! I'll teach you to lick!!"
*Slap! Slap!! Slap!!!*
The resounding slaps were like they were free! They mercilessly struck my face. At that moment, I really! Really! Really couldn't hold back anymore! I finally roared at her!
"Enough!!!!!"
I forcefully swung both hands, pushing my wife, who was slapping me, onto the sofa. Then I stood up, panting, covering my burning cheeks, glaring angrily at her.
"...How dare you push me!"
My wife was clearly startled by my sudden action. She half-lying on the sofa, staring at me with surprise for a long time, then burst into tears!
"Waaaaaah!!!! I don't want to live anymore!!"
"You're going to die!! That's too much..."
"You! Waaaaah... Waaaaah!!!"
Just as I was rubbing my sore cheek, I saw my wife running to the balcony, crying, looking like she was about to jump. We live on the 11th floor. If my wife really fell, wouldn't I be a sinner for all eternity?
"Hey hey hey!! Wife!! Wife, wife, don't do this, don't do this..." "Waaaaah!!! Don't stop me!! Let me jump! Let me die!! Waaaaah!!!" "Okay, okay, okay... I was wrong, I was wrong, wife, I was really wrong!!" Yes, I was wrong, I was so damn wrong! I shouldn't have married her in the first place! But it was too late to say anything now.
When I dragged my wife back into the room, she was crying so hard she almost passed out.
"Waaaaah!! You've been cheating on me with other women, waaaaah... and you still have the nerve to say that?!" "I... I even knelt down before you." "Waaaaah... I only asked you to do such a small thing, and you turn around and hit me!! Waaaaah..." "Heaven and earth bear witness!! I didn't hit you, I just pushed you, I..." "You hit me! You really hit me!! Waaaaah..." "..."
I touched my swollen cheek, looking at my wife's unreasonable behavior with a wronged expression, feeling utterly helpless.
"Sigh... fine, fine... I guess I'm just unlucky..."
At this moment, I knelt down in front of my wife again, looking up at her pitifully, and then reached out to touch her soft, white foot.
"Waaaah... get away!!"
But this time, my wife kicked me to the ground, looking like she would never forgive me, and continued to cry her heart out.
"Then tell me... what will it take for you to forgive me?"
"Waaaaah..."
"Ugh, what do you want?"
"Waaaaah!!!!"
This time I was completely at my wit's end. I'd experienced the power of crying,闹事, and threatening suicide firsthand today. Helpless, I resorted to a clumsy method: I took out my wallet and handed a bank card hidden in the creaking pocket to my sobbing wife.
"...Wife, this is my secret stash of money. I'm giving it all to you now." This trick really worked. My wife stopped crying immediately upon seeing the bank card, but her face showed a look of shock.
"...You! You! You actually hid money from me!" "I...I...I..." Before I could finish speaking, my wife snatched the bank card from my hand with lightning speed!
"How much money is in it?"
"Five...six thousand..."
"...Waaaaah, you think this little bit of money will make everything alright! Waaaaah..." I thought this tactic of fighting fire with fire would quell my wife's anger, but instead, I lost both money and my wife.
I saw my wife crying as she put my bank card into her own purse. I felt so frustrated! I
couldn't help but yell at her again,
"Hey! Have you cried enough? Don't push your luck!"
"What! You want to hit me again! Hit me! Hit me then! Waaaaah..." "...So what do you want?" "Waaaah... I'm just not happy about it!"
My God! Who's not happy about it here? I sighed deeply, looked at the clock on the living room wall, and realized it was past midnight. This endless argument looked like it was going to go on all night.
"Honey, I'm begging you, what can make you feel at peace?" "Then tell me, who is that bitch?!" "...Oh, honey, please don't ask anymore, I'll never contact her again." "No! Tell me who she is and what she does." "She..." At this point, I was truly in a dilemma. I couldn't tell my wife the woman's name because she had a certain social standing, and I was afraid my wife would cause her trouble, and even more afraid that this matter would escalate. So, I vaguely told my wife some information about the woman.
"Her, her surname is Yang, she's the principal of a middle school..."
"Ha, haha... You're really something! You've gone all out! You've even gone after a female principal!!" "Honey, listen to me, it was really an accident. Our company was negotiating a collaboration with their school, and somehow I got drunk at the dinner table, I, I..." "Alright, you don't need to say anymore! You can play around with women outside, so I'll go find men outside too!!" Originally, the accident was just a joke from his wife, but unexpectedly, she suddenly got up, pushed open the door, wearing that spaghetti strap nightgown, flip-flops, and her two alluring white legs, and resolutely walked out of the house.
"Hey honey! Honey, what are you doing?"
"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to find a man."
"Are you crazy? What time is it?"
"Let go! If you don't let go, I'll scream!"
"You..."
At 12:30 a.m., my wife walked into the elevator wearing only a revealing silk slip dress. To avoid disturbing the neighbors, I silently followed behind her. Once we got into the complex, I grabbed her again.
"Honey, you can't go out dressed like this! It's so revealing! You're not even wearing a bra!" "I want to! It's none of your business. Anyway, I'm not going to stay with you anymore. If you're not happy, you can divorce me!" After saying that, my wife walked out of the complex without looking back.
At that moment, I was both angry and anxious. I knew my wife was deliberately trying to provoke me, but I couldn't just ignore it. Seeing my wife's naked body, wearing only a silk slip dress that exposed her full, deep cleavage, and the tight black panties that were faintly visible through the dress, along with her long, alluring white legs and small feet in flip-flops, I was filled with dread. What if something happened to her in the middle of the night? Helpless, I could only follow her into the dimly lit street.
Luckily, it was the middle of summer, and it was midnight, so there were hardly any pedestrians on the street except for a few scattered cars. Even so, I was still very worried.
"Honey, there's hardly anyone on the street at this hour. Why don't you come home with me?" My wife ignored me and, seeing an internet cafe not far away, went inside without a second thought. Seeing my wife dressed like that and going into that internet cafe, I was furious! But what else could I do? I had no choice
but to follow her into the internet cafe.
Entering the internet cafe, I felt somewhat relieved. It wasn't too crowded; only a few students were playing League of Legends intensely in front of the rows of computers, while others were quietly watching movies. My wife, dressed like that, didn't attract much attention, except for a few managers who kept glancing at her alluring figure.
I didn't dare shout at her, afraid of drawing more attention, so I whispered,
"Honey... what are you doing here? Let's go home, okay?"
But my wife acted as if she didn't recognize me. She found a quiet spot, sat down at a computer, turned it on, and put on headphones, as if telling me to shut up.
"..."
Seeing her indifferent attitude, I reluctantly sat down next to her, glancing around to make sure there was hardly anyone around, which reassured me a little. Then I turned on my own computer, opened QQ, and started smoking, feeling incredibly anxious.
At this moment, I couldn't understand one thing: what was wrong with my wife today? While she sometimes throws little tantrums, today was definitely excessive. Even if I cheated on her and did something wrong, she shouldn't have gone this far.
Just as I was still brooding, I suddenly felt a series of noises coming from under the computer desk. I looked down and saw a man sitting opposite my wife, surfing the internet, swinging his hairy legs. At the same time, I heard him shouting,
"Support, hold mid! Tryndamere, go take down the top tower! ADC, remember to ward! I'm going home to buy a Guinsoo's Rageblade and coming right back!!" From the voice chat, I knew it was a boy playing League of Legends. Listening to his joyful and exhilarating shouts, I couldn't help but sigh: Students are so carefree! They don't have to worry about the burdens of life or the anxieties of marriage. They play games, date—everything is so transparent and so easy.
"Push the high ground and we'll win!! In team fights, the support absolutely must protect the ADC!! Tryndamere, you don't need to worry about anything else! You…" Suddenly, the boy's intense voice on the other end stopped for some reason. I didn't pay much attention, just turned to look at my wife beside me. I saw her, wearing a slip dress, sitting in a chair, slightly swaying her hips, raising one of her fair, tender thighs and gently rubbing it against something under the computer desk.
I followed the movement of her thigh downwards! I almost fainted from anger!!
It turned out that my wife was using her pink, fleshy foot, clad in a flip-flop, to tease the boy's leg under the computer desk.
I can't believe my wife really meant what she said! She said she'd find a man, and she actually did!
At that moment, I looked down and saw my wife, wearing slippers, using her white, nail-painted toes to slowly seduce the boy across from me. Her plump big toes first gently scraped against his canvas shoes a few times, then she began to slowly rub her slender, white instep, still holding the slipper, up and down his calf.
The boy's legs were frozen motionless under the table. I didn't know what he was thinking;
perhaps he was startled by my wife's sudden seduction, or perhaps he was enjoying it. Whatever the reason, a strong feeling of jealousy welled up inside me, but at the same time, there was a strange, stimulating sensation.
I didn't understand what was wrong with me. I should have angrily stopped my wife's lewdness, but the obscene scene before me made my heart race, and I didn't know what to do. I could only watch helplessly as my wife, with her white, alluring feet, slowly peeled off the boy's canvas shoes.
With a "thud," my wife used her nimble little foot to snag the canvas shoe off the boy's foot. I noticed the boy's bare foot was trembling slightly, and I guessed he was extremely nervous at that moment.
At the same time, I saw my wife remove her flip-flops, completely exposing her bare, white foot to the boy's bronze instep. The boy couldn't resist any longer; he began to extend his own foot, responding to my wife's seduction, their feet intertwining.
At that moment, an obscene scene flashed before my eyes: four bare feet intertwined, sometimes rubbing together, sometimes stirring. The boy must have been thoroughly enjoying himself with my wife's tender feet.
Excited, I looked up at my wife and found her gazing at me with alluring eyes. I typed a few words on the keyboard, and a message popped up on my QQ:
"Aren't you excited to see your wife's feet being played with by another man?" My wife's message left me speechless for a moment. I didn't dare say anything to my wife beside me, so I replied on QQ:
"Wife, stop fooling around, let's go home." But
my wife's reply only made me more helpless.
"What's the rush? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Then I saw my wife pull her two delicate feet back from under the table, put her flip-flops back on, and then say in a seductive voice to the boy across the table,
"Handsome guy over there, can I have a cigarette?"
My wife's words left me completely dumbfounded! I wondered what she was up to, how she was getting bolder and bolder, but my worries were useless. I saw the boy slowly walk over from across the table after hearing my wife's words.
At this moment, I finally saw the boy's true face. He was a boy under twenty years old, probably a college student. He was short and thin, wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts, and black-rimmed glasses. His hair was messy. He looked like a poor loser who only knew how to play games.
Seeing that my wife was only wearing a revealing slip dress, exposing her alluring cleavage and tempting white legs, the boy approached my wife lecherously and then said to her with a slightly nervous tone.
"Beautiful lady, I... I don't smoke."
My wife glanced at the boy sideways, seeing that he was sloppy and not handsome at all, and replied with slight disappointment.
"Oh, never mind then."
But unexpectedly, the boy seemed to be bewitched, standing frozen beside my wife, showing no intention of leaving.
"..."
"Why aren't you leaving?"
"Um... beautiful lady, your... your feet are so beautiful, could you... hehe, could you let me play with them a little longer?" The boy's stammering words almost made me vomit. It seemed this guy was incredibly audacious, openly making such a request to my wife, but my wife's reaction was even more astonishing.
"Hmph, you don't even have a cigarette, and you want to play with my feet?"
At this moment, the boy seemed very embarrassed. He touched his pocket, shyly pulled out a few coins, and then anxiously looked around. He noticed a pack of cigarettes on my table, and walked over to me, saying,
"Brother, can I borrow a cigarette?"
"..."
I was completely dumbfounded! Looking up at the boy, I thought to myself, this silly kid has no idea who I am. At the same time, I heard my wife chuckling beside me, and a surge of jealousy welled up inside me.
"Big brother, big brother..."
"...Ah..."
"Could I...could I borrow a cigarette?"
"...Oh, okay."
At that moment, I was so angry with my wife that I inexplicably handed a cigarette to the boy.
"Thank you, big brother..."
The boy handed the cigarette to my wife as if it were a priceless treasure, lit it for her, and then waited for her reward with a pleading look.
My wife took a seductive drag, exhaling the smoke from her alluring lips, and then smiled sweetly at the boy.
"Hehe, you really want to play with my feet, huh?"
"Mmm!"
"But you just got my feet dirty."
"Then...what should I do?"
"Then lick them clean for me."
Upon hearing this, the boy sat back down opposite me without saying a word.
At that moment, I chuckled to myself. It seemed that not everyone could accept my wife's foot-licking fetish. No wonder, she was a college student, after all. Asking a college student to lick your feet would be humiliating.
But then I realized how naive I'd been. The boy had already crawled under the computer desk, kneeling on the floor, trembling with excitement, and carefully cradled my wife's soft, white foot in his hands.
I stared wide-eyed, looking down in astonishment at the boy's greedy face. I thought to myself, how could my wife's little feet have such allure that a complete stranger would willingly kneel and lick her in an internet cafe?
The boy began to fondle my wife's tender feet, from the soft heel down to the full big toe. Then he lifted her feet in front of him, staring intently at each toe with his hungry gaze, greedily sniffing them, his fingers tracing back and forth between them, then gently kissing each toe, even licking the strap of her flip-flop. My wife,
however, showed no shame. She leaned back in her chair, smoking a cigarette, one of her beautiful legs raised, letting the boy ravage her feet under the table.
"See, husband, if you don't want to lick, there are plenty of others who will." Another message from my wife came through QQ. I didn't know if she was getting revenge or teasing me. I
just felt my penis getting harder, and I suddenly remembered those rumors:
"public toilet," "semen toilet." Could my wife really be a complete slut like the rumors said?
I was already terrified by my wife's obscene and despicable behavior. I secretly watched the boy under the table looking on with ecstasy, thinking, "Can a woman's feet taste that good?" But
then, the boy under the table became bolder and bolder, and his actions became more and more exaggerated. Seeing how much fun my wife's tender feet were, he excitedly pulled down his shorts, took out his smelly and hard penis, and started rubbing it against my wife's white and tender feet.
Under the boy's penis teasing her, my wife's body changed obviously. I saw her breathing become a little rapid, her cheeks became red, and even her buttocks under her short skirt started to squirm against the chair. I knew that my wife was now... My wife was starting to get aroused.
I was so excited I almost had a nosebleed! My wife was doing footjobs with a strange boy right under my nose! This was something I never dreamed of!
The boy under the table was clearly even more excited than me. He held my wife's tender foot in one hand and his penis in the other, pressing the head of his penis hard against the sole of her foot. My wife felt a surge of desire, and her body, along with her buttocks, began to writhe lasciviously on the chair.
After a while, the boy, not satisfied, put my wife's flip-flops back on, inserted his penis between the flip-flops and her soft sole, and began thrusting back and forth. At the same time, he brought my wife's other foot to his mouth and began to lick and suck it frantically!
"Ugh...ugh..."
My wife finally couldn't help but moan, which startled me. I quickly looked around the internet cafe and gestured for her to be quiet.
"Ah...ugh...ugh..."
My wife, caught up in her ecstasy, paid no heed to anything else. Her moans grew louder and louder, completely disregarding my feelings as her husband.
My heart was pounding with anxiety! Listening to her moans, I kept glancing around, and suddenly I noticed several internet cafe managers hiding in the shadows, leering at her.
I felt utterly humiliated. I didn't know if those managers knew I was her husband, but I felt increasingly aroused and excited in this stimulating environment, and my penis grew harder and harder!
I dared not look back at the managers, nor dare I look up at my wife. I could only humbly lower my head, watching her give footjob.
Finally, the boy under the table shuddered and ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto my wife's soft, white feet, clad in slippers. After ejaculating, the boy collapsed onto the floor, lingeringly playing with my wife's other foot.
My wife, still aroused, saw the boy ejaculate so quickly. Wearing her semen-stained flip-flops, she stomped hard on his testicles. A scream erupted from under the table.
"Ouch!!"
I saw the boy immediately release my wife's foot, clutching his groin and curling up in pain under the computer desk. My wife glanced at him disdainfully and said,
"Hmph! Useless thing."
I'd never seen my wife so ferocious before. I even doubted if this woman was still my wife.
"Tch, this is boring. Honey, I'm sleepy. Let's go home and sleep..." At that moment, my wife stood up, picked up a cigarette from my desk, and, wearing her semen-stained flip-flops, walked out of my sight, her alluring legs swaying.
Meanwhile, I remained seated at the computer, my mind blank, my thoughts a jumbled mess, until I heard the boy's painful groans under the table and saw the obvious puddle of semen on my wife's seat. Only then did I realize it was all real!
"Honey!! Are you coming home or not?"
My wife's voice came from afar. I turned around and saw her standing at the entrance of the internet cafe, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown. At the same time, she attracted the attention of many people inside. The men playing games, seeing such a voluptuous and alluring young woman standing before them, immediately started whispering among themselves.
"Oh! Coming, coming..."
Embarrassed, I wished I could disappear into the ground! Seeing my wife's shameless behavior, I quickly pulled her out of the internet cafe.
On the way home, I didn't utter a word. My feelings were incredibly complicated. I didn't know how to face this situation, let alone how to face my wife. My heart was heavy, my mind was blank, but my eyes kept sneaking peeks at my wife's flip-flops stained with semen.
"What's wrong, honey? Are you angry?"
My wife, seeing my sullen expression, put her arm around mine and tilted her head to look at my dejected face.
"No, we're even now..."
I pushed her wrist away impatiently and continued walking in silence. But my wife hugged me again, resting her head on my shoulder and acting all cute.
"Haha, that evens things out, I haven't been fucked by him yet."
"You..."
"Hehe... Honey, were you really looking forward to seeing me get fucked by that boy?" "No..." "Really? Then why were you peeking at the semen on my feet?" "..." My wife's words left me speechless. Although hypocritical morality was binding my conscience, my desires were honestly responding. At that moment, I recalled what had happened in the internet cafe, and my penis immediately became hard again!
This subtle change in my lower body did not escape my wife's notice. She grabbed my crotch and smiled at me with a surprised and mocking attitude.
"Wow! Hehe, honey, why is your dick hard?" "Oh... what are you doing?" "Ugh... honey... you're such a lecherous slut, actually wanting your wife to be fucked by someone else... um... isn't that right?" My wife rubbed my crotch while moaning softly in my ear. "Wife
... what do you want to do?"
"Ugh... honey~ I want to eat you..."
At this moment, my wife started to writhe on my body unconsciously, pressing her soft, full breasts against my chest. I was already burning with desire, how could I resist my wife's tempting teasing? But we were on the street, and although it was late at night and there were no people around, I was still a little uneasy.
"Wife, let's go home first, okay? It's not convenient here." "Ugh~ no... I want to do it outside..." After saying that, my wife hugged me and started twisting her body to loosen my belt.
"No, no, no! Let's go home and do it, this really won't work."
Seeing a few scattered pedestrians across the street, I quickly pulled my thirsty wife and ran back. As I dragged her along, she couldn't help but laugh; her cheerful and triumphant laughter seemed to sweep away all the previous unpleasantness.
Back home, we were both hot and exhausted. As soon as my wife entered the house, she completely took off her pink slip dress, revealing her naked , white
body, wearing only a charming black lace panty. Swaying her round buttocks, she walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, and started drinking. At this moment, my desire had reached its peak! I recklessly hugged my wife from behind, grabbing her full, firm breasts and frantically sucking on her fragrant neck.
But then my wife unexpectedly pushed me away, sat on the sofa with a beer in her hand, crossed her long, white legs, and raised her tender foot, covered in semen, in front of me.
"Heh! Want to fuck me? Lick the semen off my foot first..."

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