Yingshan

My wife, Yingshan, is an exceptionally beautiful woman, possessing all the qualities of a beauty. She is 168
cm tall, with long, jet-black hair, clear, bright eyes, a straight, smooth nose, rosy
lips, fair and smooth skin, firm and full breasts, and a slender, supple waist—full yet well-proportioned.
She was originally a dance student at an art academy, later staying on to teach, specializing in classical Chinese dance.
Looking at her childhood photo album (which includes pictures of her performing), she
looks . After marrying me, she left school and went into business. She
thrived in the business world, quickly rising to the position of public relations manager at a hotel.
Last year, at a cocktail party, she met a tall, strong, and cool-looking foreign businessman named Stone
. After that, Stone called her almost daily, sent her flowers, and frequently visited our home. Soon, my
wife and he became inseparable.
During that period, my wife dressed up beautifully every day, completely losing
the aloof demeanor she had when she was with me, a demeanor completely different from her previous role as a public relations manager. She had more social engagements, often calling to tell me about
her dinner engagements. When she came home at night, her face was often flushed, and her brand-new uniform from the morning
was always disheveled.
Seeing me still watching TV, she would come over, kiss me, and say, "Honey, I brought you something
delicious. It's so late, go to sleep!" Then she would rush to the bathroom.
One time, while my wife was in the bathroom, I secretly opened her purse and found those
oddly shaped, colorful condoms with raised bumps! (After that, I discovered many more types—such as those with suction cups at the tip
, those with raised, elongated bumps, those with eye loops, those with beads…etc.) My mind was filled with images of my wife's alluring, petite
body in Stone's arms. After that, whenever I thought of such a scene, I would become extremely excited, and I
even developed a desire to see my wife being with a foreigner.
Finally, the opportunity came.
That afternoon, a sudden downpour started. Around dusk, I was at home reading porn and masturbating when I suddenly
heard the garage door open. I hurriedly tidied myself up and went downstairs to open it. I wondered why my wife
was home early today
. Just as I reached the door, I overheard them talking:
"Shan, I really miss you."
"Ugh! Keep your hands to yourself… umm… okay, don't let my husband see."
"Shan, look at me, I'm soaking wet standing here, let me come in and warm up, okay?"
"You, you're definitely up to no good. Oh! No… umm… don't, don't… ah…
ah… okay, okay, come in! You little devil."
"Hehe! That's a good girl~~ my dear Shan."
After my wife came inside, she said to me, "Honey, the rain washed the road, and Stone can't get home.
Can he stay with us for the night?"
'Hmph!' "This is like
trying to hide something obvious. They think I'm a three-year-old? Maybe I'll even see something..." I thought to myself, and
then said, "Okay! Honey, Stone is a guest tonight, so you'd better take good care of him!" Stone smiled and said, "Your wife usually takes such good care of me. She's very considerate
!"
My wife's face immediately turned red, and she scolded playfully, "You're so frivolous..."
"I need to go back to my study to work, don't bother me, Stone, you're free!" I went upstairs.
At the study door, I heard them talking downstairs: "Shan, your husband is very busy, remember not to disturb him. Let's kiss
!"
I secretly peeked downstairs and saw Stone sitting back on the sofa, holding my wife in his arms, her
legs spread apart on his lap. He had lifted his wife's pale yellow gauze dress to her waist, revealing her white,
semi-transparent silk panties. Her long, shapely legs were bare, her two jade-like thighs were completely naked, one
slender foot was completely exposed, the other was still in a black leather boot.
His wife's white dress lay on the ground, her light pink t-shirt was lifted high, revealing her fair
and slender waist and sexy navel, as if she were wearing a crop top. Her pink bra covered her protruding, bowl-shaped
breasts, but a small part of her pectoral muscles and cleavage were exposed outside the bra.
Stanton wrapped one arm around his wife's waist, while the other hand played with his wife's tender breasts. "No...
don't touch my breasts! I hate it... let go, or you won't get any food." Only then did he put his wife
down, and the two of them went into the kitchen one after the other.
Seeing what had just happened, my heart was pounding: it seemed like tonight was going to be interesting.
Intermittent laughter and moans drifted from the kitchen… About an hour and a half later, my wife called me from
downstairs for dinner. I noticed her cheeks were flushed, and she walked awkwardly.
During the meal, my wife kept adding food to Stone's plate, giving him a strange look. Stone even told me that
my wife's tofu was the best he'd ever made, and he'd never forget it. My wife blushed again, glared
at , and then silently got up to add soup for him.
He laughed and said to me, "What if you killed your wife and ate her meat?"
I said, "Sure, give me some too."
He laughed heartily and said, "Okay, okay, I'll definitely give you good meat."
My wife glared at me and angrily said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
After dinner, I told my wife, "I'll be working in the study tonight. Take good care of Stone!"
After I returned to the study, laughter continued to drift from downstairs… but I drifted off to sleep.
I was woken up in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate. Heading to the bathroom, I faintly heard a
ringing I crept over and peeked through the crack in the door—a scene I'll never forget:
my wife was kneeling on the floor with her back to me, her upper body naked except for a pale purple bodice.
The thin purple threads were wrapped around her slender, white waist, and the diamond-shaped, semi-transparent fabric tightly hugged
her high, firm breasts, making them seem about to burst out, causing the thin straps around her waist to dig into her flesh.
She wore a pale purple miniskirt, revealing her shapely, long
, and smooth legs encased in sheer stockings, and about three-inch purple high heels.
My wife knelt between Ston's legs, her head bobbing
back and forth , her slender waist and rounded buttocks swaying with each movement. Stanton sat on the bed, stroking
his wife's disheveled hair with his hand, a lewd grin on his face.
The lewd scene left me stunned. Where had my wife's usual noble demeanor gone?
The image of the virtuous lady she had portrayed in ancient dramas was now replaced by that of a wanton woman. Her proud, high breasts, slender waist, round buttocks, and agile body, the result of decades of hard work
in dance,
were all, unwittingly, meant for the pleasure of intercourse.
"Mmm... um... um... sizzle..."
"Don't just suck it!"
"Slap!" My wife's beautiful face was slapped.
Good heavens, my wife was actually giving that Stone oral sex!
"Lick it with the tip of your tongue!"
"Ugh... umm..."
"Yes! Very good~~oh yeah~~"
Hearing this, my wife worked even harder.
"Hmm, not bad, get up!"
My wife lifted her buttocks, placed her hands on the headboard, her short skirt rode up, revealing her plump, white, tender buttocks and
pink lingerie. Her lingerie was already soaked, and there was even a lot of her juices on the floor where she had just squatted.
My wife said sweetly, "Darling, ah...ah...please...let me...open my mouth~"
"Wow! Shan, I didn't expect you to be so wet! You've wanted this for a long time
, haven't you?" "You're so annoying! If you hadn't given it to me...how could I have this...um, you're so mean, you're bullying
me !"
"Shan, I love your shy look the most. You're a cold beauty during the day, and at night you're...haha!"
"Shut up! You can't expect anything nice to come out of a dog's mouth."
"Okay, okay, I'm a dog, so you're..."
"Ah...don't say it! Let me...open my mouth..."
"Open what?"
"Ah...ah...hurry up! You know perfectly well what I'm asking." "
Hehe...I'll only let you open my mouth if you say you're a little bitch."
"Ah...no...ah...no..."
"I can't help it if you don't tell me."
"You're so naughty...you're teasing me on purpose!"
"Tell me! Otherwise, you won't be able to take it and Xiao Hao will hear you, and then...haha..."
"Ah...okay, okay, I...am...am a little bitch..."
"Louder, I didn't hear you!"
"I...I'm your little bitch. Ah..."
"Haha...haha...so good~~Come on!"
Hearing this, his wife breathed a sigh of relief and obediently climbed onto the bed, snuggling into Stanton
's arms like a kitten. Stanton pinched his wife's breasts, then walked behind her high, firm buttocks, kneading her
hips .
"Shan, your buttocks are so beautiful, pink and tender." As he spoke, his right hand wandered to the inside of his wife's thighs,
gently stroking them through her stockings: "Not a single bit of sagging flesh, no wonder you studied dance."
"Ugh...ugh..." His wife bit the pillow, her buttocks twisting, whether to avoid or welcome his
large hands. Her legs trembled noticeably, and glistening vaginal fluid slowly flowed down her thighs.
"Wow! Women are indeed made of water, especially a beautiful woman like Shan."
"Quick...quick...stop touching...ah..." At this moment, Stanton tore open his wife's panties with his hands, and
accompanied by his wife's low moans, what I saw was not the vulva I had been longing for!
Before me appeared a strangely shaped pair of metal panties (let's call it that for now). There was a keyhole at the mons
pubis , and only a small opening for the vagina. The back
was shaped like a ring, revealing her snow-white buttocks and alluring anus, with a beautiful bell clearly visible on it!
It jingled crisply with each wiggle of her buttocks.
Seeing this lewd sight, my penis was already painfully hard.
Ston gently fiddled with the bell, and my wife's reaction grew stronger; her cries grew louder:
"Ugh...hmm...okay...no...don't...torture...me...hmm...ah..."
Her seductive moans further stimulated Ston, her groans growing louder: "Ah...no...don't
...don't...ah...no...oh..." But her buttocks rose and fell, seemingly
bringing her considerable pleasure and joy.
Stanton became even more excited, pinching and kneading his wife's anus, making her incredibly itchy. Her
anus opened and closed like a small mouth, slowly leaking fluid; the thick, sticky love juice had already flowed out in a mess
.
Men with money become bad, and women who become bad get money.
Stanton moved his wife's buttocks slightly, and her writhing anus was now facing me. I could see it more clearly now.
His wife was flushed, occasionally letting out wanton moans and rapid breathing. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the wedding photo of her and me on
the bedside table . She bit down on the pillow, forcefully closing her long
, slender legs in stockings to suppress the lust within her.
Stanton seemed to read his wife's mind, and suddenly pulled out the bells from her anus. "Ah! Hiss…you…like that…and…" His wife was too ashamed to speak. He had actually pulled six small bells
out of his wife's anus !!
Then he slowly stuffed them back in.
My wife cried out shyly, "Ah! No...don't..." She was almost going crazy, her beautiful hair falling all over her face
from the violent shaking, her hands crumpling the sheets into a mess. With each one she stuffed in, she cried
out, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."
My wife's lewd moans made me want to ejaculate, but Stone seemed to be putting on a show for me.
After stuffing the six little bells back in, he pulled out a wide-bristled brush from somewhere. He used the brush to
slowly brush and twist up and down my wife's anus and buttocks.
After countless frictions, my wife screamed desperately, "Ah...ah...darling...oh...
I...I...can't take it! Darling...ouch..." She reached her climax and
collapsed onto the bed, trembling all over.
Only then did Stone, with a lewd grin, take out the key, satisfied. He laid his wife face up on
the edge of the bed , letting her legs dangle naturally off the edge, so her genitals were directly facing me through the door.
He opened the metal panties beside her and pulled a pink vibrator out of her vagina.
As the vibrator was pulled out, her vaginal fluids gushed out three or four feet like a burst dam. At the same time,
I ejaculated into the panties…
My mind went blank, as if time had stopped. I stood there, staring blankly at my wife.
That mysterious garden... My wife's pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was beautiful. The dark pubic hair, moistened by her vaginal fluids,
lay limply on her mons pubis, unable to cover it completely, instead highlighting her fair
skin.
Under the yellow light, the mons pubis, moistened by her vaginal fluids, seemed shrouded in a layer of mist,
glistening with moisture (now I understand the meaning of "peach"), a sight that evoked a primal urge in men.
My genitals began to throb again... I forgot about Stanton's presence.
He got out of bed and took a small bottle from his bag, containing a pale green, semi-transparent
paste . He unbuttoned his robe, revealing dark skin, a strong physique, and a dark,
already large penis. He got back into bed and lay on his side beside my wife, his right arm around her, pressing her head tightly
against his chest. He licked her ear while his left hand caressed her mysterious garden.
His wife seemed still dazed from the afterglow of their earlier encounter, muttering to herself, but was quickly jolted awake by
the experienced man.
"Ah...ah..." she sighed, "It's all your fault! You put
this on me in the kitchen...and made me so wet."
So that's what she was wearing while eating! No wonder she seemed so strange earlier!
"Don't you like it?" Stone said, "You seem quite pleased, my little bitch."
"Ugh, you're making fun of me! I'm not talking to you anymore!" With that, she shook off his hand
and turned away.
"Hahaha... Little beauty, you won't say 'I hate you' in a moment. You'll be begging me to make you feel good
. Hahaha..."
Stanton calmly ran his hands over his wife's fair body, savoring the
allure of her body. He stroked her from her calves upwards, then from her shoulders downwards, slipping his hand inside her
bodice to linger on her breasts before sliding over her slender waist and flat stomach, teasing her in the thicket of dark
pubic hair .
He occasionally pinched and kneaded the flesh of her vulva with his fingers, wantonly teasing and playing with
this cold beauty. His wife's lips remained tightly closed, her expression still icy, but with Stanton's teasing,
her brows furrowed, and her cheeks gradually flushed. It was clear she was trying her best to resist Stanton's advances,
not wanting be aroused in his presence.
Stanton patiently continued to caress her, his right hand kneading her breast with alternating pressure, while his left hand covered
her lower body, rubbing her most delicate areas with the calloused knuckles.
Soon, his wife began to react, her body involuntarily twisting slightly, her legs crossing as
she tried to trap his hand, her face flushed. A layer of color rose on her fair, jade-like skin, her tightly closed lips
parted slightly, and she breathed softly.
He watched his wife's expression with satisfaction and quickened his pace. Suddenly, the hand caressing his wife's breast increased its pressure
. "Oh…no…" His wife seemed unprepared for this sudden attack, her hands trying to stop the
man's brutal assault on her breasts, unaware that her lower body was being attacked.
Stanton quietly scooped out a considerable amount of ointment from the bottle, gently parted his wife's labia, and easily
inserted the aphrodisiac deep into her secret place, applying it to the warm, soft walls of her flesh. The ointment dissolved completely upon contact with the vaginal fluid
. The wife felt a slight itch in her vulva, which quickly intensified, like rampant
vines spreading throughout her lower abdomen.
At this moment, she was like a ball of fire; her entire body flushed red, beaded with fine
sweat; her face was crimson, even her pupils were tinged with red. Her lower body underwent even more dramatic changes. Most
alluring was the protruding fleshy bud above her vulva, previously hidden, now
standing proudly before her like a small pink pearl, tempting and irresistible.
Vaginal fluid gushed incessantly from her opening, soaking her vulva and buttocks until glistening. Her labia majora
became swollen and shiny, slowly opening, the fluid increasing until it flowed down her vulva to her anus,
and her vulva began to involuntarily twitch and twitch.
My wife clenched her teeth, desperately trying to hold back, but to no avail; her vulva and breasts swelled up.
"Want it, beautiful? Hahaha... moan sweetly and I'll give it to you."
"You... what did you use..."
My wife's labia majora were now fully open, and I could see glistening vaginal
fluid seeping from the inside of her labia minora.
Ston hooked his fingertips around my wife's labia and pulled them down, fully exposing her vaginal opening, then used his middle and
ring fingers to lightly peck at her clitoris. Gradually, my wife's vulva began to swell outwards, and her labia minora gave
up resistance, beginning to reveal my wife's most sacred place to that man. Her vaginal opening slowly opened and
then rhythmically closed.
Ston's movements became more intense, rapidly pecking at my wife's clitoris and the area around her urethra. Amidst my wife's
low, helpless moans, her vaginal opening gradually became engorged with blood, turning red and opening wider. Her vagina slowly
widened expanding into a tube, until even the cervix deep inside was faintly visible. The scene
was like a beautiful flower slowly unfurling its delicate petals, awaiting the bees to gather nectar.
Years later, the image of my wife's vagina slowly opening remains vivid in my mind. At that
moment , I understood that a woman's body is the most loyal, never lying. Once you conquer it, even the most
proud woman will become tender and attentive.
At this point, my wife's body was completely out of her control. Although her upper body was saying "no,"
her lower body was clearly desperately thirsty, eagerly anticipating filling that endless emptiness, eagerly
yearning for the nourishment of nectar.
My wife's buttocks involuntarily swayed back and forth slightly, her lips moving to emit muffled, intermittent moans
, clearly showing the torment she was suffering from the aphrodisiac.
Stanton excitedly buried his face in his wife's chest, kissing her passionately. His tongue circled her nipples, while his hands
held her legs tightly, preventing them from closing and alleviating the unbearable itch.
"Ah...no..." His wife shook her head violently, twisting hysterically, but to no avail.
She was held firmly by the man, and the usually aloof wife now appeared so helpless, only able to desperately move
her hips to reduce the effects of the aphrodisiac.
This provided Stanton's penis, which was beneath his wife's buttocks, with immense stimulation. The torment felt like a demon
within leaving her no peace, slowly eroding her last shred of reason
. The feeling of helplessness and powerlessness brought her to the brink of collapse.
His wife could no longer resist the waves of stimulation. The instinctive pleasure destroyed her restraint and indifference, and finally,
she groaned loudly, "Come! I want..." Her voice became soft and sweet as she grasped Stanton
's penis and brought it towards her lower body. But Stanton deliberately teased his wife, only letting the large glans
touch her vulva, without penetrating her vagina.
"Save me! Please! I'll do anything!" his wife cried, having lost all self-respect.
She was willing to submit to relieve the itch, but her thinking was too naive. Stanton possessing her body was inevitable
; now, his mind was solely focused on how to torment and humiliate his wife.
"Call me something nice!" Ston said harshly, slapping his wife's firm buttocks,
leaving a bright red handprint.
At that moment, I wanted to rush in and beat Ston, who was torturing my wife, but a sadistic streak
crept into my body; I actually wanted that man to torment my wife properly!
"Darling...give it to me..."
"No!!!" *Slap
!* My wife's fair buttocks received another slap.
"Ugh...hmph...I...my darling..." "
Hmph! Is that all you can say?
" *Slap!* Another bright red handprint landed on my wife's buttocks.
"Ugh...please...give it to me!" My wife couldn't help but sob.
"So stupid, call me 'good husband'!"
"Ugh...no...not here..."
"If you don't listen, there's no way to stop the itch!"
"But...this..." My wife's almond-shaped eyes, filled with tears, became even more hazy, radiating a sorrowful and shy
gaze . She quietly shifted her gaze from the wedding photo of us on the bedside table, burying her shoulders in the blanket
.
"Haha! My Shan," Stanton saw this scene, "You're shy."
"Ah...no, that's not it!" His wife tried her best to hide her embarrassment.
Stanton lifted his wife's head, "Open your eyes!" Stanton commanded, "Look at it!!"
"No...no, I'm shy!"
"No! You have to say it!! You have to say it while looking at the picture!!!" Stanton roared, "If you don't listen, I'll make
you itch to death!" Stanton revealed his fierce side and quickened his teasing of her vulva.
"Ah...no, no, stop...stop it." His wife was already incoherent.
"If you want to feel good, say it!!" Stanton lewdly grinned. "Ugh...okay...husband..." Humiliation tears slid down
her beautiful face like broken beads . "Good girl...this is my good Shan. Don't cry...good girl." As he spoke, Stanton gently rubbed his wife's swollen buttocks and kissed them, while digging into his wife's anus with his hand. The wife's itching didn't subside; instead, the stimulation of her anus intensified the emptiness within her body. "Good husband~~ Come on up~~" "What?" "Ugh~~ You know that~~ Oh... hurry... faster!" "You haven't agreed to my request yet, my little Shan." "I've already called you good husband... you, you can't go back on your word." "Haha! I taught you to say that, I want to hear you say it yourself." Stone chuckled casually, quickening his movements. "You... you're so... so... so... ah... no!" His wife uttered a few , before her next words were drowned out by her moans and groans. "Ah...I...I'm...I'm about to die...I...I promise you... anything ." "Haha...haha...my little Shan, I love you so much, don't blame me!" "No...no...hurry, I can't take it anymore..." Stone grinned maliciously as he squatted down, touching his wife's swollen, red, and shiny vulva. His wife shuddered as if greatly stimulated. "Stand up, dance for me!" His wife's shame had long since crumbled; she only wanted to relieve the intense itching in her lower body and fill the emptiness within. She stood up unsteadily , her face flushed and drenched in sweat, slowly striking a pose reminiscent of the willow branches in an ancient dance. I, standing outside the door, was stunned. I had seen my wife perform when I was a child. That hazy memory returned: on stage, my wife danced gracefully, her movements light and elegant, perfectly embodying the refined charm, poise, and allure of an ancient lady . My fairy-like wife was my pride. Even without those alluring flowing sleeves, my wife's two tender, lotus-root-like arms and slender fingers sway gently with her waist, her high, rounded buttocks swaying slowly with her gait. Now, my wife is still like a fairy on stage, her movements still so graceful, but her half-open, scarlet lips reveal her inner desire, and her swollen, already soaked lower body reveals her physical lust. To be precise, my wife is now playing the role of a wanton fairy, a fallen angel; purity and lust , pride and baseness are all embodied in her at this moment. I believe that any man facing such a scene would be aroused with a desire to conquer and ravage. "No!! I want to see modern dance!!!" Ston roared, "Like the DVD we ." His wife's face turned even redder, and she spat, "Pah! You're so indecent..." But she endured the extreme discomfort and finally, in front of Ston, humiliatingly spread her two shapely legs apart, slowly lowering her stance, her upper body twisting, and slowly using her hands to lift her small bodice. His wife's skin was as pink and tender as snow falling from the sky, and her breasts, now unprotected, did not sag at all, but stood proudly on her chest, the two rosy nipples as cute as red marks on white steamed buns. With each breath, her light pink nipples rose slightly, as if waiting for someone to caress them. His wife's fingers repeatedly wiped her nipples, the most sensitive part was stimulated, and his wife groaned , but she clenched her teeth, her brows furrowed slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. With trembling hands, he grabbed one leg and pulled it towards his shoulder, then began pole dancing around the bedpost. My wife already had a great figure, and being a dancer, coupled with her consistent exercise over the years, she naturally danced very well.

I'd only ever seen pole dancing online, and I never imagined my first time would be watching my wife perform it live. Seeing
her lewd movements, I almost ejaculated.
Ston looked with interest at my wife's exposed vulva, the automatically opening vagina revealing
rings of grooves: "Shan, you know, your vagina is like a double-layered gate, it's a real gem! Pretty good."
"Ugh! Looking at my private parts, it's so embarrassing!" Although my wife said this, she felt
a strange excitement.
My wife slowly turned around, her back to Ston, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her hands reaching behind her back to undo
her bodice. Her last protection fell to the ground like an autumn leaf, a completely naked beauty displayed between me and Ston
.
My wife turned back and knelt at Ston's feet, her hands caressing Ston's large penis, letting it intentionally or unintentionally
rub against her breasts. Her fair, smooth skin rippled like a white satin ribbon, her body undulating gracefully. All she
wore were a pair of high-heeled leather boots and the heart-shaped crystal necklace I'd given her.
Her swaying waist, her full breasts bouncing
with rising and falling gently, her shapely buttocks swaying softly, her boneless arms
moving freely over her body, her beautiful garden appearing and disappearing, and the radiant smile on her face exuding both charm and pride.
Before her lay a long, dark, black penis with prominent veins, easily over twenty centimeters long,
throbbing as if leaping with joy. The dark purple glans was the size of an egg, and clear fluid oozed from the urethral opening.
My wife clung to the man's waist, her half-closed eyes trembling slightly, her delicate lips parting and closing.
"Slut!" I cursed inwardly, my lower body throbbing with desire…

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