Secretly married girlfriend

My girlfriend and I met in college. Her name is Murong Ling, but everyone usually calls her Ling'er. True to her name, Ling'er exudes a classical beauty from within. She has delicate, petite features, flawless skin, a graceful figure, and long, jet-black hair. She possesses a more alluring sexiness than Liu Yiling's portrayal of Xiaolongnu, and a more innocent and reserved charm than Yang Simin's Pan Jinlian. Yes, this girl, showered with love and affection, is my girlfriend of three years. Even now, walking down the street, I can still feel the envious glances from men around me. I think the unspoken message behind those looks is—"How did this fallen angel end up with such a pig?"

Hehe, I digress. Back to Ling'er and me. Actually, we come from different places—two remote little ancient towns. Before we even graduated from college, our families were already urging us to go back and develop our careers. But cherishing our promise of love and our yearning for a better life, Ling'er and I decided to stay in the city where we had lived for four years and continue to strive.

City life is stressful, and the job market is fiercely competitive. Ling'er and I found ourselves in the same predicament. After two months of job hunting, we were still unemployed. It wasn't that we hadn't found any suitable jobs.

Some didn't accept the offers because the locations were too far apart, and others were interested in both of us, but because we were a couple, it violated their company's so-called rules and regulations, so the offers were rejected.

Just when we were at our wits' end, our parents cut off our financial support because we weren't going back home to develop our careers. This might be the last straw. With no other choice, Ling'er and I decided to hide our relationship. And it actually worked! Just three days later, Ling'er and I received internship offers from the same company. This was exciting for us because it meant that Ling'er and I had taken an important step on the road to breaking free from the constraints of our families. Excited, we decided we couldn't let our relationship ruin this hard-won job.

On the first day of our internship, Ling'er and I arrived at the company early, but to conceal our relationship, we comically entered separately, about ten minutes apart. The company was located on the top floor of a residential building; it was actually a small two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. The living room served as a common office area with four computers, one bedroom was the boss's office, another was a warehouse, and the remaining dining area was partitioned off to create a meeting room. The company specialized in wholesale women's clothing, offering a wide variety of styles, including women's underwear. The boss, Zhang Jian, was a man in his forties, but judging from his neatly trimmed beard and well-fitting clothes, he seemed to have a high standard of living. Besides him, there were two other people in charge of product purchasing and logistics—one short and stout, the other tall and thin! That was the overall situation of our company; it was more like a small studio than a company.

Upon arriving at the company, the boss assigned tasks to Ling'er and me separately. I was responsible for the company's network maintenance and customer service, while Ling'er's job was customer reception and product demonstration. I had some reservations about the product demonstration part. How to put it...did I really expect Ling'er to model it herself? The thought of her walking around in front of customers in those clothes already made me uneasy, let alone those alluring lingerie and sexy outfits. However, it wasn't appropriate to ask too many questions at the company. But seeing the wicked smiles on the faces of the fat and thin guys when they heard about Ling'er's responsibilities, I knew this was definitely not a good job! The first day was relatively easy; it was basically just getting familiar with the company and its operations.

That evening, General Manager Zhang hosted a simple welcome dinner for Ling'er and me. Honestly, from the entire dinner, I was just there for show! Mr. Zhang wasn't a talkative person, but he was quite concerned about my and Ling'er's life, which made me feel a little more favorably towards him. However, Fatty and Skinny spent the whole evening hovering around Ling'er. Although it was our first dinner together and everyone was relatively restrained, their overly attentive faces made my eyes burn with desire. But what could I do? We didn't dare to reveal our true identities!

After dinner, Mr. Zhang personally drove us home. To conceal the fact that Ling'er and I were living together, we got out of the car at the school gate. After watching Mr. Zhang leave, Ling'er and I held hands and embraced! The atmosphere on the way home was a bit strange. Neither of us spoke. Perhaps we hadn't yet shaken off the pretense, or perhaps we weren't mentally prepared for what had happened that day. But one thing was certain: we both had things we wanted to say to each other, but we just didn't know how to start.

"Mao, are you angry?" Ling'er suddenly asked after we got home. (Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Lu Mao! When I was little, my parents hoped I would be talented and handsome, but I've been laughed at by my classmates and friends for over a decade! Today, that damn fat guy even jokingly called me a cuckold, ugh, what a darn name!) No! Why would you think that? Honestly, I am a little unhappy, but it's not directed at Ling'er. I just can't quite get used to seeing my girlfriend surrounded by these fly-like men. You

're really not angry? Then why aren't you saying anything? Ling'er looked at me with a bit of disbelief. I

'm really not angry, it's just that I'm a little uncomfortable to suddenly see all those men surrounding you!

Honey, yes, I swear to Chairman Mao, Ling'er will always be your Ling'er. No one can take her away. Looking at Ling'er's raised salute and her comical tone, the gloom in my heart instantly dissipated!

But, honey... Mr. Zhang still wants me to do a product demonstration? Ling'er looked at me with a blushing face, as if she wanted me to make a decision.

What kind of work is it exactly? Although I had some reservations about this job, I still wanted to see what Ling'er thought. After all, she wasn't my possession, and I couldn't control everything about her. Besides, it was a rare opportunity for us to work and live together; I didn't know if I'd ever have another chance like this.

When clients came, I had to personally show them the company's clothes, including the lingerie. Mr. Zhang asked about my opinion today, and I said I needed to think about it. Honey… I'm starting to not want to do it anymore! My wife said shyly. I could tell she was serious!

But for some reason, even though I was a million times unwilling, imagining Ling'er standing in front of other men in a bikini ignited a burning desire within me. I admit I'd seen Hu Zuofei's videos of humiliating girlfriends, but I'd never had such thoughts before.

"Wife, don't you wear a bikini when you swim? Let them see, but not touch!" I don't know what got into me, but I said those things to Ling'er. "

Honey, you have to protect me like you do at the pool!" Sensing that my wife had let go of her resistance, my penis shamelessly became erect!

"Okay, Ling'er, wife, I'll make sure you're not bullied!" With that, I pushed Ling'er onto the bed, my hands roaming over her 36D breasts. "

Mmm...bad husband...protecting me, all you do is bully me." Ling'er was already aroused, her slender legs rubbing against me. I followed her thighs, my hand moving up to her already moist vulva. "

Ah...bad husband...ah...mmm...even worse than that fat guy..." Ling'er's incoherent words struck me like a ton of bricks, leaving me stunned. Ling'er realized her mistake and immediately covered her mouth in surprise. It was a classic case of protesting too much, but I think that's why I love Ling'er so much—she's such a simple, innocent girl. "

Honestly, how was that fat guy bad?" A pang of jealousy shot through me, but I managed to squeeze out a hint of anger from my excited brows.

Ling'er was afraid her husband would be angry. Would he leave her? That depends on whether you confess honestly, wife, haha… I'm not cut out to be the bad guy, I laughed as I spoke! "

Husband's bad… well, it's nothing, just that during dinner, Fatty touched Ling'er's butt with his hand," Ling'er said shyly, covering her eyes with her hands, too embarrassed to look at me! "

Is that how he touches your head?" Imagining Fatty touching Ling'er, her heart pounded with indescribable excitement, her trembling hand slipping inside Ling'er's silk panties, caressing her fair, plump buttocks.

"Fatty didn't touch inside... Should I let him touch inside next time?" As he spoke, his fingers had already parted Ling'er's panties, his fingers constantly teasing her clitoris. "

Ah...husband...don't do that?...Ling'er can't take it...ah...Do you still want Fatty to touch me?" This first, unconventional, forbidden sexual foreplay excited me.

"Ah...husband wants...Ling...er...ah...I want it..." Looking at Ling'er's flushed cheeks, her dazed eyes, and her heaving breasts, I knew Ling'er was completely lost in it. So, without even taking off Ling'er's panties, which were already soaked with her juices, I lifted my hard penis and thrust it in hard.

"Ah...husband...how come you're so...ah...so big...Ling'er...Ling'er is being fucked to death by you...mmm...so good, hehe...big, right...husband, thinking about you being bullied by Fatty makes my dick so hard I can't take it anymore...husband, you're bad...husband likes it...Ling'er was...bullied by others...ah...husband, mmm...you're fucking too...too fast," Ling'er said, moving her sexy hips in rhythm with my thrusting. Her moans stimulated every cell in my body. I frantically thrust into Ling'er's tender hole while stimulating her with obscene and vulgar language. Perhaps it was the first time a third party had been added to our sex, and this unusual stimulation made me harder and longer-lasting than usual. Ling'er must have sensed the difference in me, and instead became even more lewd and cooperative. Finally, at the peak of our passion, we both reached orgasm. "

Husband, how come you're so amazing today!" Ling'er asked after we finished.

"Isn't it because our Ling'er is especially horny today!" "You're so mean, it was you... Ling'er isn't naughty at all!" Ling'er climbed on top of me, shyly hitting my chest. "

Okay, okay, it's my fault, husband... Husband, you really don't blame Ling'er?" After a burst of laughter, Ling'er suddenly asked seriously. I knew she was referring to what happened today when Fatty touched her bottom. "

You mean what happened today when Fatty touched my bottom?" "Yes!" Ling'er was so shy she could barely speak. If

this isn't resolved, it might take root in Ling'er's heart for life. "

Ling'er, you'll always be my Ling'er, no matter what happens to you, that won't change!" "

Really? Really!!! Thank you, husband." Having calmed down, Ling'er finally embraced me and fell into a deep sleep. But I kept thinking about my own changes in my heart. Could it be that I really have a cuckold complex...? Sigh... what should I do?

[The End]

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