A troublesome entanglement of desire 3

(3) The ambiguous time at noon in the lingerie store
My wife shamelessly moaned loudly while twisting her waist in a very lewd way to match my thrusting. Finally,
I made her reach orgasm. The mirror in front of her entire lower body was sprayed with a large wet patch. After she squirted and climaxed
, my wife collapsed weakly. I quickly hugged her tightly in my arms and then gently let her sit
on the edge of the bed to rest.
I glanced at the time; it was already past 10. While tenderly wiping my wife's body with tissues, I picked up
the phone and called Sister Ye. As soon as the call connected, I heard Sister Ye's sweet, magnetic, and confident voice on the other end
: "Hello, Triumph boutique!"
"Hello, Sister Ye, this is Xiao Wang!"
"Hmm, Xiao Wang, what's up? Calling so early to check up on me? Xiao Ling hasn't arrived at the store yet!"
"No, it's just that Xiao Ling wasn't feeling well this morning, so she'll be a little late. I just wanted to let you know."
"Oh, is Xiao Ling alright? If she comes and really isn't feeling well, don't force herself. She
can rest at home today and doesn't need to go to work."
Hearing Sister Ye's words, my wife and I knew she had misunderstood that my wife was menstruating. My wife raised her eyes and
glanced at me shyly, making me a little embarrassed. I couldn't think of a suitable reason to answer
Sister Ye. I couldn't very well say that it was because I couldn't resist having sex with my wife this morning that she was late for work.
"Um, no, it's just...it's just..." While I was still thinking of an excuse, my wife deliberately
pinched my thigh hard, making me cry out, "Ouch! That hurts! Honey,
ah, I'm sorry, Sister Ye, I..."
"Xiao Wang, hey, what's wrong?"
"Ah, nothing. Xiao Ling will be at the shop soon."
"Oh, I see! Xiao Wang, it's okay, Sister Ye knows." "
I'm so sorry, Sister Ye, Xiao Ling is always troubling you. "
"Xiao Wang, tell Xiao Ling not to rush. Anyway, it's just opened, there's not much to do. You two can take your time!"
Hearing Sister Ye's incredibly considerate words made me feel numb. She probably knew what my wife and I were doing this morning.
But thinking about it carefully, sex between husband and wife is a basic rule. Anyway, doing it behind closed doors doesn't bother anyone. It
's just that Sister Ye will probably tease my wife when she goes to work!
Looking at my wife's shy yet slightly wicked eyes, still
alluring after our lovemaking, and knowing I'd already spoken to Sister Ye, I simply pulled up her sweat- and love-scented body. It seemed her clothes
were unwearable, so I quickly stripped her naked, leaving her fully exposed and sexy
as I led her into the bathroom to wash up.
"Hey, stop, husband… ah…" Although she said no in the bathroom, her body
resignedly allowed me to wash and massage her. By the time she left for work, it was almost 10:30
. Luckily, Sister Ye's lingerie shop was next to the market near the park, less than a ten-minute walk, so
my wife wasn't in a hurry.
As I was helping my wife take a bath, I couldn't help but think about the new lingerie she wanted to buy.
I wondered how much it would cost me. Although we didn't have to pay rent for our home, we still
had to pay management fees for the apartment building every month. My salary as a security guard was less than 30,000. If I was frugal, it would be okay, but those lingerie were really
expensive. I suddenly thought about my sugar daddy. I wished my wife would be willing to have a child.
"Honey, you know what? Godfather's all alone right now. Should we go see him sometime?"
"Oh, sure! Xiao Cui ran away, he's so pitiful all alone."
"Then, honey, how about we have a son for Godfather?"
"Ah, that...we'll talk about that later."
I suddenly felt a little strange. Before, when I mentioned having children to my wife, she was always uncompromising. Why
wasn't she insisting today? Although she didn't say yes, she didn't say no either, so there's hope. Hmm
, it seems women's thoughts change as they get older. Maybe she feels sorry for Godfather, or maybe she hopes we
can inherit his estate. Anyway, there's always hope. I suddenly felt like I'd become
one of those villains on TV who scheme to steal an old person's money.
After helping my wife shower and preparing her underwear and clothes, I considerately handed
her the breakfast I bought so she could take it to the store and eat with Sister Ye. Originally, it was because Sister Ye took good care of my wife. Later, I discovered that
Sister Ye also quite liked the breakfast at this place, so buying breakfast almost became my regular job. Especially
after I developed feelings for Sister Ye, buying breakfast gave me a deeper meaning and motivation.
Thinking about having to work the night shift tonight, I figured I could start my fishing plan before noon. I tidied up
the room and went out to the equipment store to buy some gear. Then, taking advantage of the park being less crowded at noon, I secretly
installed two cameras near the location Uncle Zhang mentioned. I also had a sudden inspiration to install one in the family restroom
, hoping to see what unexpected discoveries I'd make.
After installing them, I went home to adjust the receiver, because in a public place like the park, I could only use wireless
to avoid being discovered. Once it was set up, the image quality was pretty good. I even saw a mother breastfeeding her child in the family restroom
, but just watching it didn't really evoke any feelings. I thought to myself, am I really that perverted?
Oh well, I'm a little hungry, I'll go eat first.
I bought a pork rib rice, a health rice, and a fish fillet rice from a bento shop next to the market, then
walked to Sister Ye's lingerie shop next to the market. As soon as I entered, I didn't see my wife; instead, I saw Sister Ye struggling
to carry a box. I quickly put down my bento and went to help her.
"Ah, Sister Ye, let me help you."
"Oh, Xiao Wang, thank you for your help."
Before, when I came to the shop, Sister Ye would politely say
"No need," or "Sorry," when they needed help. But as we got to know each other better, she naturally treated me like a younger brother
, and sometimes she would even casually share some slightly risqué jokes with my wife and me.
Like last time she asked my wife, "Why do women want to get married?" and then she asked me, "Why do men..."
"Why do you want to get married?" The answer was surprisingly, "Because women have become 'open-minded,' and men have become 'enlightened.'"
I vividly remember how my wife and I were embarrassed at the time, but she laughed heartily.
"Hey, where did Xiaoling go?"
"Oh, she said she was going to the market to buy some pig liver to help you nourish yourself tonight."
Today, Sister Ye was wearing a white chiffon blouse paired with a tight black leather pencil skirt, making
her look exceptionally radiant. The white chiffon was already a bit transparent, and perhaps because she had been carrying goods that morning, the sweat
made some parts of the blouse cling to her skin. Sister Ye usually didn't wear a lining, so her purple bra was faintly
visible to me.
"Wow, Sister Ye, no wonder people say 'a woman who is serious is the most beautiful,' you look so beautiful today!"
"Xiao Wang, so you mean Sister Ye wasn't beautiful before?"
I have to say, Sister Ye's chest is truly magnificent. Her 36E full breasts are like
a tidal wave, making one's heart race with excitement. Before, I only dared to secretly look and admire from the side, but
after getting to know Sister Ye better, I realized that she doesn't care about men's peeping eyes at all. She doesn't
say it on the surface, but she actually likes to hear men's genuine praise for her.
"That's not what I meant!"
Sister Ye certainly knows that my eyes are deeply attracted by her cleavage. Since her divorce, she has started her own business and
raised her son independently. She has seen many men, but Sister Ye doesn't seem to care about my lewd gaze. She even deliberately or unintentionally puffs out her
chest to face me. It seems that Sister Ye, this strong woman, will not admit it even if she is happy inside
. I quickly changed the subject.
"Xiaoling, really, she doesn't even help Sister Ye with all this hard work." Looking at Sister Ye, whose body
looked even more alluring because of the sweat, I felt sorry for her and indignant. Unexpectedly, Sister Ye burst
out laughing, her 168cm tall body swaying back and forth with the laughter, her large breasts
heaving before my eyes almost suffocating me.
Sister Ye straightened up and poked me with her index finger: "You, it's all your fault that she's so weak-kneed, and you
're blaming her."
"Ah, no, Xiaoling… Xiaoling, why are you talking nonsense?"
Sister Ye first looked at me with a charming expression, then, perhaps realizing her actions had been too frivolous,
she composed herself and said, "It's okay, Sister Ye isn't clueless. You should cherish your
wife."
I could tell that Sister Ye probably had a deep understanding of marriage. Of course, who would
have thought they'd end up divorced when they got married? Sister Ye's husband doesn't cherish her properly, which really hurts her deeply.
I almost couldn't help but want to say what was on my mind, "Let me cherish you properly, Sister Ye," but
if I really did, it would mean I was betraying my wife. It's such a dilemma!
"By the way, didn't Xiaoling say she had some new items she liked?" I took the opportunity to change the subject, hoping not
to make the atmosphere too awkward.
"Oh, that? Xiaoling asked you to pay for it, right?" Sister Ye said with a smile, her joking
tone making me a little embarrassed, because she knew that her wife's pursuit of clothing, lingerie, and cosmetics was partly
due to her influence. Back then, after getting married, she devoted herself to her husband and children, which resulted in her becoming a haggard housewife. Her husband's mistress
wasn't as good-looking or as attractive as her, but her husband chose a woman who knew how to dress. After that, she understood
that a woman's beauty is the basic guarantee of a marriage.
So she later chose to open a lingerie store, partly because of her 36E bust, and partly because she hoped
to regain her confidence in her career. Therefore, her clothing and appearance were designed to attract the attention of both men and women, making
them willing to shop there. She completely ignored the lecherous looks from men.
"You want to see? Fine, you can see. But what can you do about it? You can see but you can't have. Anyway, I
make money by serving customers. Letting you see my beautiful figure is a customer
benefit, isn't it?" That's probably what Sister Ye was thinking.
"Um, may I check the price first?"
"Sure, come over to the computer, I'll check the information. I'll give you the employee price for everything Xiaoling wants."
After saying that, Sister Ye led me to the computer at the back counter of the store. I watched as she skillfully twisted her waist to sit down and used the mouse
to bring up the product information for me. The computer screen had activated its screen saver because it hadn't been used for a long time.
After Sister Ye entered the password, I finally saw the computer desktop. However, what appeared before us was a
scene that excited me immensely, but made Sister Ye extremely embarrassed.
Although Sister Ye hurriedly and embarrassedly clicked away, I had already recognized it as a website
link. The title was "Training of a Big-Breasted Housewife Sow," with images and a video below. What struck me
most was the image; the woman was bound hand and foot, truly resembling a sow.
Her enormous breasts looked like a D cup, if not an E. She was blindfolded, her face obscured, but
the sow-like woman, wearing a nose clip and gag, displayed a lewd, wanton expression. Sister
Ye, sitting with her back to me, blushed. As usual, I bent down, pretending to look at
the computer screen, then took the opportunity to get close to her body and smell her alluring scent. Unexpectedly, Sister Ye
had forgotten to log out after browsing the website, thus revealing her secret of watching pornography.
"I knew it," I thought, "how could anyone not have sexual desires?" I deliberately pressed my body
close to Sister Ye's back. She seemed caught off guard, unable to react, allowing me to truly feel her trembling
and struggle. Sister Ye's breathing became noticeably rapid and labored, and I could see her
full breasts rising and falling with the naked eye.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still; the shop was silent. Neither of us
said anything. Indeed, it was clear enough. A woman, even if outwardly strong, still needs care and
attention to fill the emptiness and loneliness in her heart and soul, just like I also visit pornographic websites. So it's actually quite normal for Sister Ye to look at these
things, and there's no need for further explanation.
Just as we both knew the truth, all pretense was shed. At that moment, she was a
woman yearning for a man's care and affection, and I was the man capable and willing to cherish her.
In that brief, frozen moment, even though Sister Ye's heart was pounding, I pressed my body against her back
, wrapped my arms around her, and held her slightly trembling fingers in my hands. I pressed my face close to her earlobe, greedily
inhaling the various alluring scents emanating from her.
I don't know how much time passed, but Sister Ye seemed to regain her composure. I knew she was also enjoying this
ambiguous atmosphere of being cherished by a man. Neither of us wanted to ruin this beautiful moment, so we remained in our original positions
. However, some things still needed to be faced, so she continued clicking the mouse to open the product page
.
We maintained this ambiguous position while looking at the purchase information on the computer. A French-style bodysuit cost
3800, two sets of lingerie cost 4000, and a long nightgown cost 3600. That totaled
11400. My goodness, lingerie is so expensive!
"If it's a 60% discount for employees, it'll be 6840 for you." Sister Ye
said to me calmly while looking at the computer data. At this moment, she switched into her strong businesswoman persona again. It's
all business, after all, and there's nothing wrong with that. However, she was still in my arms, and I suddenly felt a little strange about the scene, but
it felt pretty good. I liked it.
"Wow, then I'll come back to collect it on Saturday when I get paid."
I lovingly stroked her fingers with my hand, while teasingly rubbing my nose against her ear.
I had originally thought of haggling with her, but thinking about how difficult it must be for a woman to raise her son alone
, I held her even more gently, letting her feel my tender care.
"Okay, then do you want to take it back first?"
She seemed to be enjoying it. This woman, having been in business for many years, was truly formidable. Even while
enjoying the physical pleasure, she could still chat with me at length. I liked this woman.
"No need, I just think underwear is really expensive."
I took the opportunity to complain slightly, and before she could react, I breathed into her ear and whispered
something, then lightly licked her earlobe. This caused Sister Ye, who had maintained a calm expression, to suddenly shift
her body, which was starting to heat up from the care she had received.
"Oh, why are you being so polite with Sister Ye? I'll get it for you."
Sister Ye said, getting up to get the new product for me, but I wasn't prepared. So, the two of us stood face
to face. Sister Ye, with a charming expression and dreamy eyes, stood in front of me. My hands naturally and naturally
wrapped around her, and I felt her two full breasts pressing against my chest, causing my crotch to automatically
stand erect.
Sister Ye closed her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment, looking alluring and ready to be taken. My hands tightened their grip
, pressing her large, firm bra against my chest, causing it to deform. For women with large breasts like my wife and Sister Ye
, wearing a bra isn't about the trivial matter of creating a cleavage; they
don't need to pretend. The important thing is comfort, since breasts have weight to them.
Therefore, they prefer French-style unlined lace lingerie, which is comfortable and burden-free. Although it still
has underwire support, the breathable lace material prevents stuffiness, making them feel as
comfortable as if they're not wearing a bra at all. Unfortunately, women with smaller breasts can't wear them because they can't provide the same
support and shape as regular bras.
Looking at the incredibly alluring and sexy woman in my arms, feeling the wonderful sensation of her 36E breasts, I couldn't resist
pressing my parched lips to Sister Ye's luscious red lips. I tried to break through her lip defenses with my tongue
, but although her breathing became heavier, she stubbornly kept her lips tightly closed. Perhaps
there was a bottom line in her heart that she wouldn't cross, so I didn't force her.
"Hmm... Xiao Wang, wait a minute, someone will see us."
Sister Ye gently tried to push me away. I realized that although the store manager's computer counter was quite high,
and people couldn't see us when we were sitting, they could see us when we stood up
. So I had no choice but to let Sister Ye leave my embrace temporarily. She shyly slipped into the back
storage room, leaving me standing there, slowly savoring her sweet tenderness.
When Sister Ye came out, she handed me a bag of clothes. After our earlier flirtatious encounter,
the atmosphere in the store felt strange. Knowing my wife might be back at any moment, we reluctantly
stopped our stimulating activities. To break the ice, I said to Sister Ye, "Let's eat." Sister Ye
nodded and said with a double meaning,
"You get what you pay for. I'm sure you'll be very satisfied with what Xiaoling picked out."
Of course, I knew what Sister Ye meant. Women dress up for those they love, and besides, my wife looking beautiful not only
made me look good, but it would also help her sales performance. Of course, thinking like this made it seem like my wife was selling herself
, but it didn't hurt to let others see her. Only I could truly enjoy my wife's sexy body
, so I felt relieved. However, what I didn't expect was that later events proved things were far more
complicated than I had imagined.
I casually glanced at the clothes in the bag and picked up the white, sexy lace nightgown. The flowing,
long nightgown looked dreamy, but its floral embellishments revealed the model
's figure in the photo perfectly, even showing her underwear clearly. It was both romantic and sexy. Suddenly, I
really wanted Sister Ye to wear the nightgown my wife had chosen for me, but I didn't dare say it aloud.
(To be continued)

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