My wife was being harassed by an old man on the street.

My wife and I have always had a passionate sex life, a passion that has gradually built up and deepened 　　over eight years of marriage . We both know that couples inevitably experience boredom after living together for a long time,
including in their sex life. So, about a year into our marriage, we discussed how to keep our sex life
fresh . During the discussion, I discovered that my wife, like me, has a strong childlike spirit and a hidden, erotic
desire. We decided to add some spice to our lives, of course,
all in secret, absolutely without letting anyone we know. After all, we still need a peaceful
life.
So, we started with small things, like her masturbating me on the bus or her willingly letting
others touch her, or making love together in public restrooms late at night, or
her going shopping without a bra with a short, thick rubber dildo inserted. Each time, we
experience a unique thrill in a tense atmosphere, and we enjoy it immensely.
By the way, let me introduce my wife. She's 31 years old, 1.64 meters tall, with a full figure but not
fat . Her skin is very fair and smooth. Her looks are above average; she likes to keep her hair long and straight,
with delicate features and a captivating shyness. She works in a department of the district government and is already a
promising deputy section chief.
That day, it was probably around 10 pm. My wife and I were returning from dinner. For our health, we
walked home from the restaurant. It wasn't far, but we had to pass through several secluded alleys. We walked and talked.
Suddenly, said, "Honey, are you scared walking here alone?"
My wife laughed and said, "No."
I said, "Aren't you afraid of thugs ?"
My wife said, "What's so scary about thugs? They just want to take advantage of you; they won't kill you."
I said, "Won't you fight back?" My
wife thought about it seriously for a moment, then said coquettishly, "Of course not. Let him do whatever he wants.
Maybe … I'll… I'll…"
"What will he do?" I pressed.
"You'll even cooperate with him," my wife said, hugging me and laughing.
I laughed too, patting her plump bottom and whispering, "I know, you actually wish another
man would sleep with you once!"
My wife retaliated by grabbing my crotch with one hand, grinning, "So what? You only have one
thing can't satisfy me."
We were used to joking around like this, and since there was no one around, we had no inhibitions. We walked along, whispering and
teasing each other . After a while, my hand accidentally slipped under her crotch from behind and touched her. Good heavens, she was wet.
Just as I was about to tease her, she suddenly whispered "Shh" at me, saying, "There's someone ahead."
I looked up and saw a figure in the distance, slowly walking towards us. It looked like a man.
In that instant, an idea struck me. I grabbed her, grinning mischievously, and said, "Honey, let's play a
game. It's a man. Do you dare play with him?"
My wife playfully hit me. "
You're so annoying! Who knows if he's a good guy or a bad guy?" I said, "He doesn't look like a bad guy. Besides, I'm here. What are you afraid of? It's just letting him take
advantage of you a little. It's okay."
My wife knew we were going to play a game again, and she suddenly got excited, her face flushed as she smiled. "
Okay , you hide. Watch me."
So, I hid around a corner and peeked out under the dim streetlight. My wife made
a playful gesture, signaling me not to move, and then tugged at her dress. Today, my wife was wearing a light blue
suit, very professional-looking, very stylish, clearly outlining her chest, waist, and hips. Her two long, white
legs were exposed, both dignified and sexy.
The figure got closer and closer, and suddenly coughed twice. Judging from the voice, it sounded like... like an old man.
My wife clearly understood what I meant, and turned to look at me, her expression somewhat troubled. For some reason, I waved to
her, signaling her to come over. Without hesitation, she slowly walked towards
the man. A moment later, they were about to meet, and I finally saw his face clearly. Yes,
it was an old man, probably in his fifties, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his old
eyes fixed on my wife. My wife had her head down, so I couldn't see her expression from behind. Just as they were about to pass each other
, I heard my wife cry out "Ouch!" as if she had tripped over something, and she lunged at the old man with outstretched arms.
The old man was startled, but reacted quickly, catching my wife in his arms. In an instant, the two of
them were tightly embracing.
My wife didn't immediately pull away, but nervously said, "I was so scared, so scared!
Thank you, sir."
The old man didn't let go of my wife right away either, but patted her back and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be
afraid, young lady, be careful when you walk."
My wife then let go and tried to walk forward, but then cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down,
clutching her ankle and groaning, "My foot... I think I twisted it."
The old man quickly squatted down as well, asking with concern, "Where? Where did you twist it? Let me see." Then he touched my
wife's foot.
My wife stood up, stretched out her right foot, and said, "It's this one, ouch, it hurts so much..."
I chuckled inwardly: my wife's acting was perfect!
The old man held my wife's right foot and slowly rubbed it, saying as he rubbed, "Young lady, don't worry, I studied traditional Chinese medicine when
I was young , and I'm very good at massage. Don't worry, I'll rub it for you, and it'll be fine soon."
I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but the old man certainly looked convincing. My wife couldn't help but
moan . The sound... well, anyone can imagine it, and you can interpret
it however you like just by listening to it. Sure enough, a moment later, the old man looked up at my wife, his eyes clearly filled with
lust.
My wife was enjoying herself when the old man said, "Girl, lift your legs a little, it's tiring for me to be looking down like this
."
My wife obediently lifted her legs, holding onto the side for support. I immediately understood: the old man was about to make his move!
Think about it, once my wife lifted her legs, her short skirt would also rise, and the old man,
looking up from below, would have a complete view of her underwear. What a shameless old man!
The old man rubbed her while glancing occasionally at his wife's underwear. Slowly, his hand began to move
uncontrollably upwards, past her calves and knees, and upwards... Suddenly, my wife shuddered and cried
out, "Uncle, you're touching...touching my private parts!"
The old man seemed to have no more inhibitions and began to grope my wife directly through her underwear under her skirt,
lewdly saying, "Girl, why is your area wet? It's not from sweat, is it?"
My wife, supporting herself, said weakly, "I hate you, uncle. If you touch me like this...how can
I not get wet?"
The old man excitedly pressed his face close to my wife's legs, slowly even burying his head inside her skirt,
saying, "Girl, I didn't expect you to get aroused so easily. Let me see, let me smell, how horny are you?"
It seemed the old man had completely let go and didn't care about anything else.
My wife was clearly also greatly aroused. She moaned softly, "Old man, what are
you I...I'm not...it's you...you're being disrespectful, teasing me...Oh, old man, what are you...doing
? Don't...don't kiss me there, ah..."
Clearly, the old man had already kissed my wife's private parts through her underwear. I found it incredibly arousing.
My wife held the old man's head with one hand, her hips swaying rhythmically; she seemed to be enjoying it
immensely . A moment later, the old man poked his head out, leering as he pulled my wife's panties down to her knees. My wife
cried out , "Uncle, no... don't take off my panties! You're... so old, how
can you do this to me... I'm so embarrassed! You're so annoying, you're still touching me! No! Someone will see..."
The old man stopped, looked around, stood up, put his arm around my wife, and said lecherously, "
Miss , how about we go somewhere else? Don't worry, I won't mistreat you. Name your price."
I chuckled inwardly. So he thought my wife was a prostitute. No wonder he became so emboldened so quickly. It seemed
this old man had frequented prostitutes before.
My wife pushed him away, scolding, "What do you take me for? I'm a respectable person!" Then
she went to pull off the panties the old man had pulled down.
The old man chuckled, stopping her movements, his hand already groping my wife's crotch. He said,
"Miss, please, I admit I was wrong. You're a respectable person, and you're already wet here. Hehe
..."
I thought my wife would stop here; who knows what might happen if we continued. But
when old man touched her, she couldn't help but moan, looking like
she was really enjoying it. The old man leered at her, as if he knew what he was doing. Taking advantage of her enjoyment, he squatted down again and rolled up her skirt to her waist
, exposing her entire genitals—her fair skin, round buttocks, and alluring black
triangle. Even I couldn't help but get an erection.
The old man squatted in front of my wife, his face directly facing her thick pubic hair. His hands caressed her buttocks,
his eyes fixed on her most beautiful feature with lustful intent. He muttered, "My goodness, so beautiful, a young woman's
thighs, buttocks, and... this hair, ah..." "Haven't seen anything like it in years."
As he spoke, he slowly pressed his face against my wife's vulva, as if embracing a
precious object he had longed for for years, with a hint of deep affection. I found it extremely amusing. It seemed this old lecher hadn't
seen many good women; he'd probably only played with a few prostitutes. He was having such a stroke of luck today; no wonder he was ecstatic.
The old man had his entire face pressed against my wife
's vulva, his mouth directly beneath the pubic hair, constantly nudging and licking her clitoris. Meanwhile, my wife was also enjoying herself immensely,
slightly spreading her two fair legs to allow the old man's mouth to penetrate deeper. She held his head with both hands,
swaying , and emitting continuous, deep moans. I once again experienced my wife's lewdness; she could make an
old man feel so good, and it was just licking.
Just as I was getting excited, my wife suddenly stopped, pushed the old man's head away, and quickly pulled up her underwear and
lowered her skirt, leaving the old man stunned, staring at my wife with his honey-dripping mouth open. My wife,
her face flushed, pulled the old man up and said with infinite allure, "Old man, to tell you the truth, I'm a prostitute.
I can't play with you for free. Tell me, how much are you paying?"
This time, I was stunned. I had thought my wife had suddenly decided to stop playing, but who knew she…
she wanted to go for something bigger, and said she was a prostitute. I was completely bewildered.
The old man suddenly understood, grinning, "I knew it! You look like a prostitute, hehe,
I never misjudged you."
I cursed inwardly: You old lecher, your wife is the prostitute!
My wife really did act like a prostitute, putting her arm around the old man's shoulder and saying casually, "Tell me, sir,
how much ?"
Good heavens, was this really my civil servant wife?
The old man nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll give you, I'll give you,"
and started rummaging through his pockets, finally pulling out a wad of crumpled bills. "This is all I have, is it enough
?"
My wife took it, glanced at it, and said, "Just this little bit, only thirty-odd yuan? Am I that worthless
?"
The old man's face fell, already pleading, "Young lady, this is all I have, this is still..." " My weekly allowance,
please, let me do it just this once."
My wife chuckled. "Old man, you're using up your whole week's allowance just for one time, and
it's so little, it doesn't seem right. "
The old man was desperate. "How about I go home? I have over twenty yuan under the covers, I'll give it all to you, please,
young lady."
My wife sighed. "Sigh, at your age, struggling so much, you still want to do this kind of thing. Okay,
it'll be like I'm doing a good deed, but first, you have to listen to me."
With that, she really put the money in her pocket.
I thought to myself: Wife, do you really think of yourself as a prostitute?
The old man nodded repeatedly, standing there for a moment, not knowing what to do. My wife generously put her arm around the old man and said,
"Old man, let's move to the side, be alert, if you hear any noise, hurry up and leave."
The old man agreed immediately. I thought, where did that lecherousness from before go? Now it seems like it's not him playing with my
wife, but my wife playing him.
Sigh, my wife, she's so mischievous, so wanton...
At this moment, my wife was already embracing that old man, leaning against the side very close to me, just around the corner. I
I quickly hid, then peeked out again. The two of them were right in front of me, except my wife had adjusted the angle
perfectly : the old man was angled with his back to me, and my wife was angled towards me. This way, not only could the old man not see me, but I could also
clearly see their every move. I knew my wife wanted me to see a good show up close. My wife
's eyes darted around me quickly, and she even made a face.
After we stopped, my wife asked the old man, "Uncle, how long has it been since you did it?"
The old man said, "Almost...almost half a year."
My wife smiled coquettishly, "So long, you've been missing women."
The old man said, "Yes, I've been missing them terribly."
My wife asked again, "Then...am I pretty?"
The old man seemed impatient, "Pretty, pretty, girl, don't tease me, I...let's do it!" He then
reached out to hug my wife.
My wife laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Don't rush, uncle, how do you want to play?"
The old man really couldn't take it anymore, "How else can we play? Just do it, come on, I...I..."
He was about to make a move.
My wife stopped me again: "Uncle, don't you want to see my...this?"
As she spoke, she unbuttoned her blouse, lifting it up to reveal a pink lace bra.
My wife's breasts were quite large, plump and filling the bra very high. The old man immediately reached out and pushed
the bra up, my wife's two snow-white breasts popping out. He took one in each hand and
began to vigorously knead them. My wife closed her eyes, enjoying it. After a while, the old man, not satisfied with just touching, stepped forward and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on
it. My wife must have felt very comfortable, hugging the old man and moaning softly.
After a while, the old man lifted my wife's skirt and pulled down her panties,
inserting a finger directly into her vagina, making her let out an "Ah!"
The old man was busy there, and I could clearly see the look of ecstasy on my wife's face. She would occasionally
open her eyes , look at me, and lick her lips, looking...like a prostitute. My penis was
rock , and I couldn't help but reach up and touch myself. Watching an old man enjoy his wife while I could only
touch myself felt a bit pathetic, but honestly, I liked it.
The old man finally stopped, his hand on his waist, seemingly about to unzip his pants. My wife stopped him just in time,
panting, "Wait a minute, let me do it."
The old man obediently stopped. My wife first placed her hand on the old man's crotch and rubbed it, saying, "Old man,
at your age, you can still get this hard, that's amazing."
The old man chuckled, "Of course, I was even harder when I was young."
My wife slowly unbuckled the old man's belt and pulled down his pants. I could see clearly from behind; the old man
's legs were quite strong, but he was wearing a brightly colored pair of briefs. I almost burst out laughing.
My wife laughed too, "Uncle, why are you wearing women's underwear?"
The old man seemed a little embarrassed, "Hehe, it's comfortable."
I thought to myself: What a lecherous old man.
My wife stopped laughing and pulled down the old man's floral shorts. I couldn't see what was in front of him, but I could see a
round glans powerfully popping out. My wife exclaimed softly, "Uncle, yours is so big! It's really impressive that you
're so old, still...still so...strong."
The old man seemed to regain his confidence: "Hehe, impressive, right? Do you like it?"
My wife grabbed the old man's penis, her face flushed, and said, "I like it."
Then she squatted down, brought her face close to the penis, and then quickly pulled away: "Uncle, your taste...is so strong
."
The old man said bluntly, "People in your line of work aren't afraid of this, haha..."
My wife looked at the penis again, and perhaps unable to resist the temptation, she started to masturbate it with her hand. The old man
groaned : "Girl, don't just...grab it with your hand, use your mouth."
After saying that, he thrust his hips forward and brought his penis to my wife's mouth. My wife instinctively flinched back, then glanced at me
quickly . Then, as if making a huge decision, she closed her eyes and took the old man's penis
into her mouth.
Actually, my wife doesn't object to oral sex; sometimes she even enjoys it. I think it's because the old man
hadn't showered in a long time, and his penis smelled terrible. At first, she kept her eyes closed, looking pained,
but after a while, she started to squint her eyes seductively, glancing at the old man and then at me. His
thick penis was going in and out of her mouth, the dark purple glans being sucked until it was clean and shiny. The old man was actively
thrusting in and out of her mouth, moaning with pleasure, saying, "Ah...it's fucking amazing, this young
woman's...mouth, it feels so good to fuck...ah-good...so good, I'm fucking...I'm fucking,
good girl, I'm fucking your mouth...I'm fucking...your mouth..."
The old man thrust very deep each time, and my wife had to use her hand to block him from time to time, making "ooh"
sounds. After about a minute of this, the old man suddenly pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth,
panting , "I can't take it anymore, don't move, I'm about to come."
After a short pause, the old man let out a long breath and said, "Thank goodness, I haven't come yet."
My wife smiled, wiped her lips, and stood up, "Uncle, you're done so quickly? Aren't you supposed to be amazing?"
The old man said repeatedly, "You're amazing, you're amazing. A beautiful young lady like you... sucking my
old man's penis, who... who can resist?"
My wife giggled and grabbed the old man's penis again, "Will you let me suck it again?"
"No, no, girl, come on, use your lower mouth to suck it."
After saying that, he turned my wife's body around, made her stick out her buttocks, and lifted her skirt. My
wife's plump, white buttocks were facing him, and I could even see the lustful juices flowing from the base of her legs.
I realized we'd finally reached the crucial moment. I didn't know whether to continue. If
we did, my wife would really be taken advantage of by this old man, which seemed a bit too much. Looking at my wife,
she didn't seem to want it to end. Besides, I had a strange urge to see her being taken advantage of by the old man. So I
decided to stay put and let my wife decide.
She didn't resist. On the contrary, she bent over and leaned back, as if hoping
the old man 's penis would immediately enter her. Then, she even reached back and grabbed his penis,
saying, "Old man, come on...fuck me, put it in, I'm...a prostitute, you paid for it, come on..."
It seems my wife really sees herself as a prostitute. I know she'll say many
shocking , but it only excites me more.
The old man, of course, couldn't resist the temptation. Seeing my wife so proactive, he couldn't help but feel smug, leering, "I
told you , a whore is a whore, they all deserve to be fucked!"
These were clearly insulting words, but I knew my wife enjoyed being insulted when she was aroused. Sure enough, my wife
said in a trembling voice, "Yes, old man… I'm a whore, I deserve to be fucked… Come on, fuck me… Put it in,
I need your… your cock."
Hearing this, the old man excitedly grabbed my wife's buttocks, one hand holding his own penis, and said,
"Whore, I'm going to fuck you!" Then he thrust in.
My blood rushed to my head: my wife had finally been fucked by this old man. Although this wasn't the first
time 'd been fucked by another man, it was the first time by an old man. It seems that regardless of age, my wife only
needs a penis. Perhaps, it's precisely because it defies common sense that she's even more excited.
The old man moved slowly and deliberately, but each thrust was deep. My wife let out a
series of ecstatic moans: "Ah...oh...old man, you're so...old...and still...so amazing,
you're going in so deep, all the way to...my cervix, it feels so good...fuck me...fuck this slut...I'm
willing to let you...fuck me."
The old man, enjoying himself, was also pleased by my wife's words: "Ah...such a good
girl , doing this kind of work, letting...so many men fuck her, isn't it...both comfortable and profitable? I never thought
...in my old age, I'd still have such...good fortune, to be able to fuck you...it would be worth dying for."
My wife had been teased by the old man for a long time, her lust already aroused, and now that she was finally getting to do it, she must have been
incredibly happy. She liked to say lewd things during sex, without any restraint. I had experienced this before, and I
liked it about her. Sure enough, the wife's words became increasingly lewd: "Uncle... ah... this is the first time...
I've been fucked by an old man... I never thought an old man would have such a hard... such a thick... cock
. If I had known, I would have fucked him long ago."
The old man was also quite wicked, chuckling and saying, "There are many... skilled old men out there. We... most
like to fuck those... young girls and young wives. Someone like you, about the same age as my daughter... hehe,
you get wet as soon as you fuck her."
"Ah." "You've fucked... your daughter, Uncle, you... really?"
"To tell you the truth, I have... thought about it, but I didn't dare. Even now... she's married, and someone else
... fucked her, I still... want to." Haha, it was unexpected that this old man was so lewd that he even wanted to sleep with his own daughter
.
But what surprised me even more was my wife. She actually moaned and said, "Old man, then... you can treat me
as ... your daughter. The one you're having sex with right now... is your daughter!"
The old man got even more excited when he heard this: "Okay, okay... I'm about the same age as your father, so you can
... treat me as your father too. Daughter... my good daughter, you're willing to let your father... have sex with you."
This old man is a beast. He actually wants to lead my wife into the abyss of incest. Before I could think much, I heard
my wife say in a sweet voice, "No way... Daddy fucking his daughter... But if it really happens... it'll be so
exciting... Ah... Daddy... Is it you? Is it you... fucking me?"
The old man reacted quickly and replied, "It's me, my good daughter... Daddy has wanted to... fuck you for a long time,
but you... don't want to."
My wife continued, "No... Daughter wants to, because... Daddy's cock is so big, inside my
... pussy... it feels so full... numb, ah... Daddy, you're fucking... your daughter to death..."
The old man's movements suddenly quickened, and a loud "splat" sound came from where he and my wife were joined: "Daughter...
good daughter, Daddy's going to cum, all... cum inside your pussy, give you... give Daddy's semen, ah... oh
..."
At the same time, my wife also reached her climax: "I'm coming too... ah... ah, Daddy, cum...
give me all the semen in your old cock, cum... cum... fuck me... Daddy... fuck me to death
..."
I was dumbfounded.
Both were exhausted, panting heavily. The wife, being younger, recovered quickly. Without even cleaning
herself , she slowly dressed and softly said to the old man, "Uncle, let's go home." Then
she took out a crumpled wad of money from her pocket and stuffed it into his shirt pocket: "Don't do that again. You're getting old; your health
is important." She then straightened his clothes and pushed him a few steps. The old man, like a wooden statue , let her do as she pleased
, turning back every few steps, his back slightly hunched.
Only after the old man was far away did the wife come to me, still stunned, and asked with a smile, "Are you alright?" It
took me a while to come to my senses. I gave her a thumbs-up, then pulled her along, quickly heading back.
The wife cried out anxiously, "Hey, slow down! Slow down! Why are you in such a hurry?"
I stopped, my eyes blazing with fury, and uttered two words: "I'll fuck you!"

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