[Couple's Sexual Affairs] (Part 1) - Opening Chapter (10,000 words)

I've dared to use this somewhat orthodox title for a pseudo-sequel; please forgive any offense, and
readers who don't like it, please refrain from harsh criticism. Let me preface
this by saying a few words: the original work, *Soon-to-be-Married Couple's Sexual Affairs*, already had a very satisfying ending; knowing when to
stop is the essence of a great work. Writing more might lead to aesthetic fatigue, but I couldn't help but be drawn to
"Jing," so I wrote it. Actually, I started writing this during the New Year holiday, but as I wrote, I
felt conflicted, my thoughts wavering. What kind of "Jing" did I really want? A
"Jing" who is promiscuous—I could just find a married woman's novel, change the protagonists' names, and that would be utterly unoriginal. Secondly,
in China, married life mostly revolves around the mundane realities of daily
life. How can I write something full of springtime romance without detaching it from reality? I'm not confident. Considering all these factors, this work has been delayed for so many months
before finally being released. I hope everyone will give me some feedback after reading the opening.
I'd love to hear more about how the story will unfold.
r-jay
2017/6/19 First published on sis
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1
Sitting idly in the waiting area, the airport in this famous tourist city is packed with
all sorts of people from all over the world 24 hours a day. Looking at the time, it was just past 7 a.m., about an hour before the scheduled boarding time.
However, in this country where delays are considered abnormal, I'd be lucky to get back to Shanghai by dawn. I took out
my phone and dialed my wife's number, but no one answered even after the ringtone finished playing. She was probably busy. I opened
Weibo and clicked on the "Special Attention" group. There was only one person in this group: Jing. Sure enough,
she had posted a message about 20 minutes ago: "Keep exercising, keep going!" The picture was the highlight. It
was clearly a selfie taken in front of a large full-length mirror in the gym: holding a phone, head slightly tilted to one side,
long, flowing hair tied in a ponytail, looking neat and capable. Her face, flushed with sweat, shone under the lights. A white Nike
cropped sports vest accentuated her full breasts, making them appear even more prominent. The round neck design, while not revealing,
still hinted at a hint of cleavage. Most strikingly, the fabric at the chest was soaked with sweat
. The vest only reached her chest; her lower body, down to her waist, was completely exposed. Her abs, completely free of excess fat,
were beginning to show faint abs, gleaming healthily under the lights. Below her waist was a pair of black,
tight-fitting capri leggings from the same brand, hugging her long, slender legs. Because she was facing the camera at a 45-degree angle,
the shapely buttocks outlined in the leggings were also visible. The diagonal composition, with her legs and
head aligned on the same diagonal line, made her already 163cm height appear even longer. The composition cleverly showcased
her curves, highlighting her slim waist and long legs. The entire photo perfectly captured a blend of youthful energy and mature charm,
a refined elegance tempered with lively wit.
The world has entered an era of ubiquitous social media, where everyone can connect and interact with the world through social media
. Whether in the real world or the online world, beautiful women are always the most noticed and sought-after. Just look
at my wife's follower count to prove this. In less than a year, she's only been posting ordinary
photos of her daily life (in her own words, to record the little things in life; but what woman doesn't have a little vanity,
what woman doesn't enjoy being praised), and forwarding inspirational quotes and other miscellaneous things, yet her follower
count is approaching 40,000. Every post she casually makes gets dozens of likes and comments. Just
the post she made just now, in just over 20 minutes, already had nearly three digits of likes and dozens of comments. I clicked on
the comments and read them one by one with great interest. I don't know when it started, but reading the comments under my wife's Weibo posts has
become a kind of addiction for me. Of course, I won't tell anyone I have this addiction. Looking at these comments,
imagining men who can only fantasize about her photos through a screen, able to see but not touch, I feel a
sense of pride and pleasure, and shamefully, I got an erection. The comments were mostly praise and flattery, with some
even calling Jing a goddess. After reading dozens of comments, I silently gave one a like, then boarded the plane
and turned off my phone.
It seems I've landed on an unusual flight; I arrived at Pudong Airport before 11 PM!
I immediately hailed a taxi and rushed home. Dragging my luggage, I returned home wearily. As soon as I unlocked
the door, the sound of the TV came through. "Why aren't you asleep yet?" Hearing my voice,
the beautiful woman sitting on the living room sofa, completely absorbed in a soap opera, finally realized the door was open. "Honey, you're back
! I missed you so much…" she drawled, quickly slipping on her slippers and running towards me joyfully
. She hugged me tightly and gently kissed my lips. "What were you watching so intently? You barely noticed someone came in," I 　　playfully
pinched her nose . 　　"Watching a Korean drama, the finale tonight, it's really exciting!" Before she could finish speaking, she hurriedly sat back on the sofa to watch her 　　TV. 　　"Don't you need to smell if I smell any other woman's perfume?" I said helplessly. 　　"You dare!" Jing was amused by my words and glanced at me. 　　"Ha, is it only the magistrate who can set fires, but the common people can't even light lamps?" I took off my suit, loosened my tie, and lay down 　　on the sofa, resting my head on Jing's bare thighs under her nightgown. 　　"You idiot magistrate." Jing retorted without thinking. While she was looking down at me, I reached out and gently lifted her 　　head, applying a little pressure. She understood and bent down to seal my lips with hers. My mouth was dry, but it felt like a long- 　　awaited dew. My tongue gently pried open her warm lips and explored, sucking her saliva. Her gentle tongue quickly responded and 　　intertwined with mine, our tongues moving in perfect harmony. Jing's slender, jade-like fingers slipped between the two buttons of my shirt 　　, accurately teasing my nipples. A wave of pleasurable numbness instantly relieved my fatigue. 　　Just as I was about to reach under the strap of her nightgown to grab a handful of her full, soft breasts, my hand was...

Jing blocked me with her other hand. Everything happened so suddenly. She sat up straight and pulled
her hand away from my chest.
"Your breath stinks." Jing said with a disgusted look, fanning herself with her hand.
"The airplane food was onion chicken and rice porridge." I pouted helplessly. "
Honey, you've worked hard. Do you want me to cook you something to eat?" Jing asked tenderly, holding my head in her hands.
"No, I'm not hungry. I just want to take a hot bath." I closed my eyes, enjoying Jing's massage-like
caresses. "
Then hurry up and go, get some rest. The finale is tonight." What was originally a tender sentence was
completely shattered by the last few words.
"Okay, okay, you just want to get rid of me as soon as possible." Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, I grabbed her
left breast through her thin nightgown.
"Ah! Stop it, hurry up." Jing pushed me away, her eyes already drawn to the TV. "
...
Still not finished watching?" Jing, who had just finished showering, was still glued to the TV, not having moved an inch.
"Just a little bit more, almost there, it's really exciting, you should go to sleep."
"Aren't you going to pamper your husband a little?" I said helplessly.
"He'll be here soon."
Lying in bed, thinking about the little things that had happened in the past year or so of our marriage, for a better future and for
better development, after much consideration, I agreed to the company's appointment as the manager of the new Xi'an branch. After
almost a year of hard work, the new company has slowly gotten on track. In the past six months, unless there are special circumstances,
I only need to stay there for eight or ten days a month. Although flying back and forth between the two cities is tiring,
I have gained recognition at work and can also take care of my family. Life is finally quite enjoyable...
I boarded a flight to the branch office again, and shortly after takeoff, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so I unbuckled my seatbelt and
walked to the toilet under everyone's gaze. After entering the toilet and locking the door, a sweet voice suddenly rang out behind me:
"Welcome aboard, it's a pleasure to serve you." A sudden voice from the restroom startled me. I turned around and
saw a beautiful flight attendant giving me a sweet smile. She slowly squatted down, reached out to unbuckle my
belt, and skillfully unzipped my trousers. Before I could react, my penis was
being gently stimulated. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and the urge to urinate disappeared almost entirely. Then, my penis was
enveloped in warm, slippery fluid. Watching the flight attendant in her uniform burying her face between my legs, I kept trying to figure out
which airline I had booked. Upon closer inspection, I noticed she looked somewhat familiar. Her features resembled
Helen, who had left me. Looking closer, she also seemed to be my assistant, Nikki. Just as my doubts were growing,
the flight attendant released my penis, flicked her bangs, and looked up at me with a playful smile. I was astonished to discover that it
was actually my beloved wife, Jing.
Before I could react, another wave of pleasure washed over me. The flight attendant buried her head deeper and took one of my testicles into
her mouth, sucking on it with a "whoosh" sound. I closed my eyes, enjoying the waves of blissful sensation. This
was probably the special pleasure I felt at ten thousand feet in the air. The flight attendant's sucking grew louder and louder. I opened my eyes again, and
the bright light around me made me feel uncomfortable. In my hazy state, I realized I was in a familiar room. As my mind gradually cleared, I realized it
was already broad daylight. It turned out I had just had a strange erotic dream; however, the pleasure hadn't disappeared even after I woke up. I
looked Looking down, I saw a snow-white, delicate body kneeling between my legs. I described it as snow-white for
two reasons: firstly, her skin was incredibly fair, and secondly, she was wearing a loose, obviously ill-fitting white
shirt. A ray of sunlight from the window shone brightly on her long, silky black hair
, which obscured half her face. Most striking was the fact that the shirt was completely unbuttoned, the loose collar slipped to one side, revealing her
sculpted shoulders. Her breasts, unrestrained, hung naturally, forming a beautiful curve. Her
movements were slow and gentle. I couldn't tell if it was because she didn't want to wake me, or because she deliberately wanted to savor this
treasure she hadn't seen for over ten days, or perhaps it was a ploy to make me anxious.
"You're already horny this morning!" I said softly,
shifting my hips. She gave me a seductive smile, releasing my penis from her mouth, and gently rubbed her face against it
.
"Help me take off my pants, they're so tight they hurt my balls." Jing simply pulled down the front of my underwear and took out my penis
, licking it. The waistband was digging into my testicles, making it very uncomfortable. After saying that, I straightened my back so she could help me pull my underwear
off completely.
Jing knelt between my legs and straightened up, gently brushing her slightly disheveled hair aside. Although it
was just a simple action, it made her full breasts sway beneath her completely open clothes, a
blatant provocation in my eyes. Then Jing pulled down my underwear and bent down again to take my already rock-hard penis into her mouth,
the whole movement flowing smoothly. My
penis was once again enveloped in warmth, the tight grip and the frequency of her sucking and swallowing demonstrating
how intense Jing's desire was at that moment. I reached out to her... I grasped her full, soft breasts and kneaded them. A soft moan immediately
escaped Jing's throat. Knowing she was enjoying it, I quickened my movements. In response, Jing slowly
swallowed my penis deep into her throat. The glans immediately felt a series of intense, gripping sensations. After so much
training, deep throating was now a masterful skill for Jing. A penis that couldn't be fully swallowed before was now completely
inside. Looking at her beautiful face, now distorted by the stretching, I felt a little reluctant, but mostly a
sense of male conquest and pride. Seeing this woman, tamed like a kitten, I lovingly stroked her
hair. She looked at me with her eyes, already red from holding back, but filled with a smile.
"Was it good?" After holding on for more than ten seconds, Jing released my penis and asked triumphantly.
"It felt amazing!" I said, gently stroking her face, wiping the saliva from her lips with my thumb. She opened her mouth and
took my finger in, licking it with her tongue.
"You're fucking horny." I squeezed her already hard, rosy nipple hard with my hand that was kneading her breasts, and
she immediately let out a soft moan.
"Do you like me being horny?" Jing turned and stroked my penis with her hand, took a step forward, and lay down on my chest, stretching out...
She stuck out her tongue and licked my nipples.
"The more seductive, the better." After saying that, I hugged her, only to realize she was wearing
the shirt I'd changed out of last night, the faint smell of sweat still lingering in my nostrils.
"Why are you wearing my dirty clothes so early in the morning?"
"I like the smell of you on them," Jing said shyly.
"Pervert!"
"I was corrupted by a pervert," Jing retorted, giving my waist a light pinch
.
I didn't give her a chance to mock me. I reached under her, my fingers brushing against her
most delicate spot through her black lace panties. She immediately went limp, trembling all over, letting out a soft moan followed by heavy breathing
. The moisture through the thin lace was already on my hand. My fingers impatiently
ripped open the crotch of her annoying panties, and the instant my fingers touched her delicate petals, Jing's desire was ignited.
Her face flushed crimson, and she arched her back, rubbing her already overflowing vulva against my hand.
Her reason was gradually swallowed by desire, and watching her urge was a kind of pleasure, so my hand only skimmed the
surface, but each time I only touched her most sensitive clitoris. After a few times, she became so impatient that she grabbed
my forearm and pulled it towards her thighs, while her legs clamped tightly around my wrists and rubbed them together.
"Husband, I want you!" Jing said in a sweet voice.
"Beg me," I said smugly.
"Oh, what do you want?" Jing said, her face burying in my ear.
"You know what I mean!"
"Husband, fuck me!" Jing's hot breath sprayed on my neck, her voice seductive and anxious.
"Slut!"
"No, I'm not."
"It's not that you're clinging to me so tightly."
"This is just a normal physiological need."
"Then what is an abnormal physiological need?"
"I don't know."
"Does cheating on your husband count?"
"I'll let you do it if you want."
I felt a surge of excitement and forcefully pulled my hand out from between Jing's legs, then raised my hand and slapped her plump buttocks
. With a crisp slap, Jing screamed in my ear, followed by even deeper breathing.
Jing's hands caressed her breasts, the pressure increasing, her breasts deforming in her own palms, and she
pinched her nipples with her fingers. It looked like her white breasts were about to be kneaded until red marks appeared. Seeing her becoming more
and more aroused, her desire growing stronger, I rolled over and made her lie on the bed, then climbed on top of her and put my mouth to
her breast, sucking on her right nipple.
"Ugh..." Jing let out a long trailing sound, then hugged my head and pressed it against her chest.
"Bite me." Hearing her command, I gently bit her nipple with my front teeth, slowly increasing the pressure,
while my left hand climbed up to her left breast, my fingers quickly and gently flicking at her left nipple. The two sensitive spots
simultaneously experiencing two completely different sensations quickly overwhelmed her with a torrent of pleasure. Although she held my head and I
couldn't see it, I knew from her rapid breathing and increasingly loud moans that she was on
the verge of orgasm. Sure enough, when I used my tongue to tease the nipple I was gently biting a few more times, she cried out, her body trembling
. Her hands, which had been tightly holding my head, lost their strength, her legs, which had been rubbing
together, clamped tightly together, and her waist thrust—all signs of Jing's orgasm.
After a small climax, Jing's eyes were languid, alluring with desire. Without giving her much time to catch
her breath, my lips sealed hers. She opened her mouth to welcome the intrusion of my tongue, passionately and actively sucking on it.
My hand again moved between her legs. Jing was wearing a black lace thong
, thin as gauze, yet as smooth as silk. The lace was adorned with subtle cherry blossom patterns, quite beautiful. Except for the
crotch, the entire tight-fitting thong was almost entirely transparent, revealing a small tuft of downy hair on her lower abdomen, making her incredibly sexy and alluring
.
I didn't recall Jing ever wearing this thong before. My hand gently caressed her most delicate spot through the thong. Her
heightened sensitivity after her orgasm caused her to tremble involuntarily.
"New thong? It's really great!"
"Does it look good?"
"It's gorgeous." After saying that, I had her turn over so she was lying on her side with her back to me. Jing's already full buttocks,
enhanced by her fitness routine over the past year and a half, had become even more pert and firm, looking like a tempting peach from behind.
"It's an Italian designer brand."
"It looks so alluring on you, even a high-ranking monk would renounce his vows upon seeing it." I said, kneading her buttocks with my hand.
"Heh, you know how to talk." She reached behind her and gently stroked my penis,
responding with a light kiss on her sensitive earlobe.
"Heh, Xiao Feng gave it to me," Jing said smugly.
"Xiao Feng's back?" Hearing this, my penis involuntarily twitched.
"Yeah, he came back yesterday afternoon."
"Damn, what's he up to, giving you such sexy lingerie as soon as he gets back?" I laughed and cursed.
"Tch, you know better than I what he's up to." Jing clearly felt my penis throbbing excitedly and
increased her grip.
"You slut, wearing lingerie given by some random guy to seduce your husband this morning." Before I finished speaking, I
slapped her buttocks.
"Ah... I'll show you how slutty I am."
"See if I don't fuck you so hard you can't get out of bed today." With that, I pretended to be angry, sat up, and pulled off her shirt
.
Seeing that I was getting serious, Jing struggled and resisted, but in no time, I had her hands captured, crossed, and pinned
behind her back, unable to move. I pinned her firmly to the bed with one hand, while my other hand gently caressed
her soft, rounded breasts through the thin fabric. My fingernails traced the most sensitive spot, the nipple, and
she reacted instantly. Her slender waist and pert buttocks swayed gently, and she breathed heavily, looking incredibly lewd.
"Does it feel good?" I asked softly.
"Mmm, good..." Before she could finish speaking, I raised my hand and slapped her right buttock with a crisp sound.
A slap was accompanied by a quiet scream. Then my hand returned to kneading that tender, secret valley. The spot where my hand touched had
changed from damp and hot to slippery and smooth. Watching the delicate body beneath me grow increasingly restless, I quickened the pace of my hand movements.
The beauty tried to lift her knees and press her buttocks against my hand for greater pleasure, but I raised my hand again
and slapped her buttocks once more.
"Ah…" Jing screamed, her legs going limp as she collapsed back onto the bed.
Qiang had once told me that Jing had a masochistic tendency deep down, that she was a rare beauty, and that we should
cultivate it properly. This kind of play, intertwining pleasure and pain, was exactly what could bring out that masochistic nature within her
. Of course, we hadn't told Jing this. I didn't force her, nor could I bear to hurt my beloved wife; I just let
her be herself.
After several attempts, Jing's crotch was practically dripping wet. "You get
so wet even when you're being spanked, aren't you shameless?"
"I'll show you how shameless I am." "Say you're your husband's sex toy, your sex slave." I 　　commanded
in a forceful tone, gently rubbing her already reddened buttocks . 　　"I'm not," Jing retorted. 　　"Still won't admit it!" I ripped off the last piece of clothing covering her body, my fingers rubbing against her moist, plump cleft 　　. In no time, Jing's body went limp, as if she had no bones left. Only the increasingly intense sounds of water and 　　increasingly fiery moans intertwined, creating a symphony of lust and passion. However, as Jing's "singing" reached higher and higher notes 　　, I stopped "conducting" the rhythm. 　　"Husband, don't stop, you're bad," Jing said in a coquettish voice, turning back to look at me with resentful eyes. 　　"Say it!" I commanded sharply, slapping her buttocks again. 　　"Yes, I am, whatever you say goes," Jing responded anxiously. 　　"What is it?" I wasn't about to let her go. 　　"I'm a tool, a sex slave." Her voice was barely audible as she said the last word. 　　Satisfied, I turned her over and reached for the bedside table. The contents of the bedside table were becoming increasingly abundant 　　. Each time Jing watched me open the table, her eyes held a mixture of tension and anticipation, a 　　hint of longing within that anticipation. I took out a bundle of red cotton rope. Seeing the red rope, Jing's chest heaved involuntarily, her eyes seeming 　　to mist over. I took her limp hands, interlaced her wrists, and skillfully 　　wrapped the red rope around them twice, then twice more vertically between her hands to form a clasp, before tying a knot 　　. Then I raised Jing's hands above her head and secured them to the headboard. My hands gently and slowly 　　caressed her arms downwards from her wrists. When I reached her armpits, she couldn't help but let out a hot, lustful, 　　distorted moan. When my palms covered her breasts, her body trembled and swayed slightly. 　　"You're always so sensitive when I'm tied up," I whispered, leaning down to gently nibble her ear. 　　Jing didn't reply, turning her face away as a shower of kisses rained down on my face and neck. Looking at this 　　beautiful woman, so noble, gentle, and intellectual in public, now consumed by lust, completely controlled and manipulated by me 　　, my pride, vanity, and satisfaction transformed into a raging fire that fueled my incredibly hard erection. 　　Immediately, I mounted her, my hands barely touching Jing's knees when she proactively spread her legs into a wide 　　"M" shape. Her full, plump labia majora enveloped two thin, dark red labia, like budding flowers. 　　The small opening beneath the labia was rhythmically contracting. Jing's vulva was a masterpiece sculpted by God. The full labia majora 　　weren't particularly dark in color, almost the same as the surrounding skin. Importantly, there wasn't a single stray hair on them, making them appear 　　exceptionally clean. The thin, dark red labia minora peeked out from the encirclement of the labia majora like the edges of a lotus leaf. 　　At the junction of the two labia minora, a small, tender bud, like a red bean, stood prominently. 　　"Husband, hurry, use me, use your sex toy," Jing pleaded in a trembling voice, thrusting her hips forward. 　　I gripped my already rock-hard penis and rubbed the glans against her already wet and glistening vulva. Jing 　　immediately let out a soft, pleasurable sigh. Taking advantage of her thrusting forward, I immediately aimed at her 　　little opening and thrust in all the way. A deafening scream echoed in the room. Without giving 　　her any time to adjust, I began to pump rapidly with all my might, her moans rising in waves. 　　"Ah! I'm going to die, ah..." After a hundred or so powerful thrusts, I felt my penis being 　　gripped by a suction force. I hadn't expected Jing's orgasm to come so quickly and intensely. I immediately stopped, remaining 　　still and calming myself to avoid surrendering immediately. I felt waves of contracting pressure in my lower body— 　　this was Jing's charm. 　　"So fast?" 　　Jing's face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, still panting softly, immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Looking down at our 　　joined genitals, they were already soaked, even the pubic hair on my lower abdomen was wet. 　　"Does being tied up and fucked feel especially good?" I wiped my fingers on our joined genitals and 　　held them out to Jing. 　　"Mmm!" Jing blushed, her voice barely audible, almost drowned out by her panting, but her slight nod 　　confirmed her answer. 　　I smeared my fingers, still wet with her juices, on her lips, and she immediately sucked on them, making " 　　slurping" sounds. Jing passionately sucked on every single one of my fingers. 　　"Imagine a thug grabs you and locks you in a room where you can't call for help 　　, ties you up, and then he cuts your clothes away bit by bit with scissors, leaving you only in your bra and panties 　　..." Before I could finish, I felt another tight grip on my lower body. Jing was slowly sinking 　　into a lewd fantasy. 　　"His hands are already on your breasts, kneading them through your bra." My hand then grasped Jing's 　　left breast and kneaded it. 　　"No, please let me go." Jing's breathing quickened, she spat out my fingers, and 　　protested in a barely audible voice. 　　He picked up the scissors again and snipped open the seam of your bra, 　　exposing your beautiful breasts completely to him. He had never seen such beautiful breasts before, and he opened his mouth and sucked hard on them.

"Your nipples." After saying that, I bent down and sucked on Jing's nipple.
"Ah...so good, harder, bite me." Jing closed her eyes and tilted her head back, desperately thrusting her chest forward
.
"The scoundrel couldn't hold back any longer, took off his pants, and a hard, thick penis sprang out,
a thickness you've never seen before."
Jing was completely immersed in her fantasies of desire, her starry eyes dim, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her luscious cherry lips slightly
parted as she breathed heavily.
"Do you want to be raped?" I asked in Jing's ear.
"Yes!"
"Beg me."
"Beg you."
"Beg me for what?"
"Beg you to rape me!"
"The scoundrel has inserted himself, and is going to fuck you hard with a cock as thick as a rolling pin." I
said as I began to thrust forcefully.
"Ah...fuck me, harder." Jing let out a deafening scream of ecstasy.
I could clearly feel Jing's originally tight passage now seem to have a suction effect, so pleasurable it gave me goosebumps.
To match my imagination, I thrust harder than usual with each stroke, never going all the way in, aiming to give Jing a different
experience.
"Slut, you're enjoying being raped like this," I said in a lewd tone.
"So good, so... ooh." Before she could finish, I grabbed the thong that was already half-soaked
and stuffed it into her mouth.
The pleasure I felt looking at Jing's slutty appearance was no less than the pleasure I felt in my lower body. I thrust hard, the large
bed creaking as if it was about to fall apart under the weight, along with the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh,
and Jing's moans, all blending together and echoing throughout the room. Jing's bound hands clenched tightly,
her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I knew she was about to climax.
"So good, I'll fuck you to death, you slut." I thrust faster and faster in my final sprint.
Jing arched her back, her upper body swaying from side to side, on the verge of climax. I knew that if I persisted just a little longer,
I could definitely bring her to the peak.
"Slut, watch how I fuck you." I lifted her head with my hand, making her look directly at our
joined genitals. "Slut, I've decided to keep you locked up, and have a bunch of brothers take turns fucking you every day, until
you can't get out of bed." Jing made "woo-woo" sounds, her whole body trembling like a sieve, her vaginal canal
contracting rhythmically, as if trying to break my penis—she had climaxed.
"I'm going to get you pregnant, give birth to a bastard, and then let you go back." Before I finished speaking, suddenly a
stream of liquid spurted from our joined genitals, wetting my lower body. I pulled out my penis and quickly straddled Jing,
ejaculating all my semen onto her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, accepting all the thick semen that had accumulated over the past ten days, even
some stuck to her hair.
Seeing that Jing, still basking in the afterglow of her climax, had my semen blocking her nostrils, I reached into her mouth
and pulled out the thong, already soaked with her love juice and saliva. She gasped for breath
, and I took the opportunity to put my half-soft penis into her mouth. Jing obediently
sucked the few drops of semen remaining on my glans.
After enjoying the warmth of her small mouth for a while, I was tired and hugged her, resting beside her.
"Let me go, will you?" Jing said reproachfully after resting for a while.
Hearing this, I got up and untied the ropes binding Jing's hands. With her hands free again, she immediately grabbed a tissue to clean
the mess from her face.
"I just showered this morning, and now I have to shower again," Jing pouted.
"Who told you to seduce me so early in the morning?" I said smugly.
"Who seduced you? I came in to wake you up for breakfast."
After she said that, I checked the time and realized it was already noon. "I'll eat you first before I eat lunch." I wanted to
cuddle with her a little longer, but she dodged away.
"I'm going out this afternoon, I'll take a shower first, look, the food's getting cold." She said, putting on her pajamas and leaving
the room.
It was a rare weekend, and even if I had nothing to do, I shouldn't waste it sleeping. I put on my shorts, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains . Just as
I reached the window, a gentle breeze blew the curtains open a crack, and from my angle, I could see someone standing on the balcony next door,
peering in my direction. I found it amusing and deliberately pulled back the curtains. Hearing the noise, he immediately
darted away. Although he was quick, I knew he was the new young man who moved in next door. I wondered
if he had heard us, and I felt a thrill.
"Are you going out this afternoon?" I asked through the shower door.
"Yeah, I'm meeting Xiaofeng." Jing deliberately emphasized the name Xiaofeng.
"Ha, why did you meet him? Just tell me the truth." I was excited and pushed open the shower door.
"Ah! What?" Jing was startled by my sudden intrusion.
"Tell me, what are we doing this afternoon?" I pulled Jing, who was covered in shower gel, into my arms and asked.
"Hehe, are you jealous?" Jing teased.
"This guy has only been back for a day and he's already bringing you underwear and going on a date, what a rascal!"
"It's not what you think, I'm going to play tennis with him."
"Is it really that simple?"
"It's that simple, unlike you who's full of bad ideas." Jing said while showering herself.
"Look, you're all wet, you should wash up too." She said, gently pouring water on me.
"Are you going?" Jing suddenly asked.
"It's so hot, no way."
"So lazy, look at your tummy, it's all bloated." Jing said with a look of disgust.
I looked down at my belly and realized that I had indeed gained some weight.
The four-pack abs I had in college had now become one.
"Do it yourself, I'm done." Just as I was about to turn around so she could wash my back too, she shoved the showerhead
into my hand and picked up a towel to dry herself.
...
"Why are you dressed like that?" I walked into the room after showering and saw Jing wearing only a pink cotton bra
and applying skincare products in front of the mirror.
"What's wrong?" Jing asked, looking puzzled.
"If you don't wear the set they gave you, they might be disappointed."
"The underwear in that set got dirty earlier, didn't they? Everyone said we were going to play tennis." Jing emphasized seriously
.
"Hehe, that guy was away on a business trip to Italy for over three months and he's not going to let you off so easily
. I know it's impossible."
"Tch, you think everyone's as lecherous as you?" Jing retorted.
"Those underwear are so thin, a quick wash and dry will do the trick." I said, picking up the rolled-up
underwear from the bed.
Jing looked at me, then pouted and made a disdainful face.
"I'll wash and dry them for you, you can wear them after dinner." She then headed towards the bathroom.
"What are you doing? Who's like you, you pervert?" Jing's laughing and cursing came from behind me.
...
"I'm going out." I was reading on the sofa when Jing's voice came from behind me.
I turned to look at her. She was wearing a red Adidas tennis outfit with a collar, white tennis
shorts with a skirt, white socks, and white tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She
looked every bit the youthful and invincible tennis star, yet with a touch of mature charm. It made my blood boil.
"Do I look good?" Jing felt my burning gaze and turned around to ask confidently.
"You look absolutely stunning." I jumped off the sofa and pulled her into my arms.
"Okay, I'm not playing with you anymore. I'm in a hurry." Jing tried to break free.
"Report on anytime."
"Report on what? I already said I'm just going to play tennis." Jing argued.
I peeked through Jing's neckline and vaguely saw her ample breasts encased in a thin black bra.
I reached up and cupped her breasts, teasingly saying, "So you really do tennis."
Jing paused for a couple of seconds before understanding what I meant. She slapped me lightly, saying, "You're so frivolous."
Then she pulled away, grabbed her sports bag, and headed for the door.
"Report back immediately. Don't let him take advantage of you without my permission," I commanded.
"Let him take advantage of me, it'll make you furious," Jing said, sticking her tongue out at me before leaving.
"Jing-jie, are you going out?"
"Yes, Xiaolin, are you going out too?"
I heard the voice of the young man who had just moved in next door before Jing closed the door. I hadn't expected Jing to already know him. Suddenly,
on a whim, I rushed to the door, gently opened it, and peeked out. I saw Jing and the young man
walking towards the elevator together. The young man wasn't very tall, about the same height as Jing. He seemed to be deliberately letting Jing walk in front of him.
His head was lowered somewhat unnaturally. If I wasn't mistaken, his attention was definitely on Jing's beautiful
legs.
A strange excitement welled up inside me.
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