My wife who works overtime

"Honey, are you off work yet? I'm getting so impatient!" my husband asked anxiously on the phone.

He just got back from his business trip today, and we promised to have a wild time tonight.

I replied somewhat helplessly, "I'm so sorry, a client urgently needs some documents, so I have to work overtime and might be home late."

"Oh, is that so? Okay then, you go ahead and get busy, I'll wait for you. "

My husband continued, a little dejected, "Honey, I brought you back a lot of sexy lingerie and stockings. You have to wear them for me when you get back."

My face immediately turned red, and I whispered, "You're so naughty! Okay, I'll definitely wear them for you when I get back, and you can see as much as you want." "After hanging up the phone, I went to the changing room. Actually, the company was holding a cocktail party tonight. A few days ago, leaders from the head office in another city came to inspect the company, so we planned a party. One reason was to strengthen relationships with the head office leaders, and the other was to pave the way for my own promotion. So, all the managers and supervisors from various departments requested to stay and attend. I had to say I had to work overtime. I took off my shirt and tight skirt, then my bra, thong, and pantyhose, and took out a prepared evening gown. I didn't wear a bra, just a pair of black, crotchless pantyhose, and then put on the evening gown. I was a little nervous. Although I often attend cocktail parties without a bra, I still feel a strange mix of nervousness and excitement every time.

Arriving at the hotel, I entered the party hall. Many people were already there—company and head office leaders, colleagues..." There were also leaders from other companies that collaborated with our company, making it quite lively. I took a glass of red wine and walked into the crowd. My deep V-neck halter evening dress revealed my deep cleavage, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, my breasts swayed up and down with my movements. The skirt had a high slit on one side, and when I walked or sat down, one thigh covered in pantyhose was fully displayed, all the way to the top of my thigh. The men around me immediately noticed me, excitedly watching my every move, and began to chat intimately with me. One of them, surnamed Qiao, was the most enthusiastic. He was a manager from the head office, responsible for the daily arrangements of this inspection. He chatted with me while excitedly staring at my cleavage. At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over with a smile. Manager Qiao immediately introduced him to me with a beaming smile: "This is General Manager Wang from the head office." General Manager Wang nodded and glanced at Manager Qiao. He immediately said tactfully, "Oh, General Manager Wang, then you two chat, I have other things to attend to." "After saying that, she walked away somewhat reluctantly.

Mr. Wang and I sat in a corner booth and chatted. Because we were sitting, the deep V-neckline exposed even more of my cleavage, and the edges of my breasts were already visible. The slit in my pants was also stretched wide, revealing my thighs, covered in pantyhose, all the way to my hips. Mr. Wang stared at me excitedly, chatting idly. Then, the music started and the lights dimmed. Mr. Wang pulled me to the dance floor, and we started dancing with the others. At first, it was fine, but as the lights dimmed further, I felt Mr. Wang holding me tighter and tighter. My breasts were pressed tightly against Mr. Wang's chest, almost bursting out of the V-neckline. Mr. Wang's hand touched my back, and he whispered, "Such a smooth back, you're so sexy, are you not wearing a bra?" My face immediately turned red. Seeing that I didn't answer, Mr. Wang knew he'd guessed right, and his hand continued to move downwards, quickly reaching my buttocks. My buttocks, tightly wrapped in my skirt, were being touched by him, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. "Your buttocks are so bouncy, so smooth. You must not be wearing underwear, right? You're so sexy! I never expected to meet such a sexy young woman at the branch office," Mr. Wang whispered as he touched my buttocks.
I became even more embarrassed and whispered, "No, don't touch me anymore, someone will see us, you're so naughty." "Mr. Wang smiled and released me.

But then he pulled me away from the lobby. I noticed that Manager Qiao was also watching me intently as Mr. Wang led me away. Mr. Wang led me to a secluded corner of a corridor where there was a restroom. He led me into the women's restroom, which wasn't very big. We went into the innermost stall. Mr. Wang locked the small door of the stall, then suddenly hugged me and began to kiss me passionately. While kissing me, he used one hand to rub my breasts through my tank top, and the other hand to reach inside my slit and touch my thigh. I said nervously and excitedly, 'Ah...no...Mr. Wang...don't...you can't...you're so bad...' Although I resisted verbally..." But my body was completely at Mr. Wang's mercy, enjoying his kisses and caresses. Mr. Wang held my small hands tightly in one large hand, and wrapped his other arm around my soft, slender waist. He began to gently kiss my neck, sometimes licking it lightly with his tongue, sometimes blowing softly on my ear, teasing my desire. My struggles were futile. I wanted to resist, but my whole body was weak and I couldn't muster any strength. My waist twisted, seemingly resisting, yet also seemingly yielding, and I murmured softly, "Ah... um... no... don't... Mr. Wang... quickly... let me go... ah... ah..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang actually let me go. Although I was a little puzzled, I still naturally began to tidy my disheveled long hair. But Mr. Wang suddenly grabbed my neck while I was tidying my flowing hair, making it impossible for my head to struggle.

Before I could even utter a sound, his lips pressed against mine, kissing my delicate mouth. I let out a soft "Ah..." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wang's cunning tongue slipped into my mouth, eagerly sucking the nectar from my lips. Under Mr. Wang's continued licking and passionate kisses, I gradually gave in, letting out seductive moans between kisses: "Ah...ah...mmm..." I wrapped my fair arms around Mr. Wang's thick neck, and his forceful kiss gradually transformed into a passionate, intertwined kiss, our tongues chasing each other, our saliva mingling... A decadent atmosphere instantly filled the small partition!

Seeing that I was beginning to cooperate, Mr. Wang was overjoyed. He suddenly reached out his right hand and touched my high, firm breasts. In an instant, one of my alluring breasts was in his large hand... My whole body went numb, and my breath came out urgently: "Ah...no...there...not there...don't touch there...there...ah...ah..." "Mr. Wang wantonly kneaded my high, firm breasts.

What an alluring young woman! Mr. Wang could feel the amazing elasticity of those tender breasts! His other hand wasn't to be outdone, sliding down to my full buttocks, squeezing and kneading, eliciting soft moans from my chest. Mr. Wang excitedly ripped off my tank top, his hands directly grasping my soft breasts. The moment my sensitive breasts were held in the man's warm palms, I cried out in surprise, 'Ah…' Instantly, I felt my nipples harden and stand erect, pressing against Mr. Wang's palms, as if welcoming his kneading. A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, coursed through my body, reaching my private parts between my legs, my plump thighs, tightly bound by my dress, rubbing and twisting incessantly.

My struggles..." This only aroused Mr. Wang further. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my thighs, exposed by the slit in my pantyhose, my normally fair skin now flushed and glistening. One hand slipped between my twisting thighs, forcefully advancing towards my most alluring center. Mr. Wang's large hand smoothly covered my private parts, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing my full, protruding labia. The hot, moist sensation aroused him greatly. "Ah... um... no... don't..." My moans fueled Mr. Wang's desire. While his right hand frantically kneaded my breasts, his left hand began to rub my labia tightly. "No... no... Mr. Wang... please... ah..." I gasped, my body writhing and struggling seductively.

Mr. Wang easily pushed me onto the toilet seat beside him, removed my evening gown, and amidst my gasps of surprise, my two firm, white breasts bounced out, my nipples already engorged and erect, trembling shyly. My thighs, encased in black pantyhose, were even more alluring, my black pubic hair neatly displayed. Mr. Wang pressed heavily against my soft body, one hand kneading my breast while his lips tightly engulfed the tip of my other tender nipple. My face flushed, I gasped for breath, and involuntarily wrapped my arms around Mr. Wang, arching my head against his chest. My long, slender legs wrapped around his strong waist, my body twisting and swaying uncontrollably, perhaps trying to break free… or perhaps wanting more tenderness… Mr. Wang's fingers skillfully caressed my wet, pink labia between my thighs, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, he thrust into my slippery, muddy entrance. With a long, soul-stirring moan, my thick, long fingers disappeared completely into the tight, warm depths of my vagina.

My hands tightened around his head, which was still ravaging my chest, then opened weakly. Under the thrusting of Mr. Wang's fingers, my cherry lips gasped repeatedly, my legs kicked incessantly, and my lower body made churning sounds like water being stirred in a well. Mr. Wang, while ogling my naked body, quickly stripped off his own clothes. I opened my eyes slightly and was shocked to find that Mr. Wang, a middle-aged man, still possessed a powerful physique. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with well-developed pectoral muscles and a long, dark brown penis protruding between his thick thighs, looking menacing and terrifying… I gasped weakly, “Ah…” The blush that had been fading suddenly returned to my face, filled with shame and fear. I tightly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer.

Mr. Wang pressed down on me, supporting my round, white buttocks, and aimed his erect penis at my already wet vulva. The hot, large glans trembled and quivered against the entrance of my tender opening. I felt as if ants were crawling inside, an emptiness and discomfort. “Please…no…don’t…” I pleaded weakly, unable to resist. “Was that good? It’ll be even better next time…” Mr. Wang teased me with flirtatious words. But his actions stopped teasing me; he was also feeling the urge himself.

His penis parted my thin lips, powerfully penetrating deep into my vagina along with the slippery, lustful fluids.

"Ah...ouch...it hurts...ah..." A full yet painful sensation washed over me, and I gasped, my delicate lips trembling. My hands involuntarily tightened around Mr. Wang's waist, my thighs clamping down, trying to stop his thrusts. My face paled, and my whole body trembled. When his penis reached the very core of my being, Mr. Wang also let out a roar: "Ah..." It felt so good, like heaven. He felt as if his penis was tightly enveloped by something, hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls still slightly pulsating, sucking on his glans, both numb and tingling. Even after several years of marriage, my vagina was still very tight; his penis felt wonderful inside. Mr. Wang muttered under his breath, "Damn it, your husband's lucky. He gets to have his pussy fucked like this all the time. You're so slutty. I'm going to fuck you good today." I felt the penis penetrating my body, hot, thick, hard, and cunning. It seemed to have a life of its own, moving on its own without its master's command. Even when I tried to hold it tightly, it was no use, making me uncontrollably let out soft moans.

Then, Mr. Wang began to thrust rapidly, his penis withdrawing from my opening and then thrusting all the way to the bottom, becoming increasingly hot and thick. Hundreds of thrusts and withdrawals later, my moans and cries had turned into screams and cries. "Oh...oh...Mr. Wang...you...oh...too hard..." "Ah...ah...so good...so deep...so beautiful...so beautiful...I...I'm going to die."

Mr. Wang looked at me, lost in my moans, and smiled slyly. His efforts had paid off; it was truly breathtaking! He continued to thrust steadily and powerfully into the woman's sensitive clitoris, then lowered his head and took one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she moved in response, into his mouth. "Ah...ah...I'm going to cum...I'm coming...I'm going to die..." Mr. Wang suddenly coordinated, his glans plunging deep into my cervix, his teeth gently biting my erect nipple. My vagina suddenly tightened, my cervix scraping and sucking against the man's thick glans. Mr. Wang felt a surge of heat hitting his glans, a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and he couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He thrust his glans deep into my vagina with pleasure, letting out a low growl, and his thick semen shot out. I felt the glans pressing tightly against my clitoris... A powerful jet of heat shot out, the tingling pleasure reaching deep into my heart. I cried out, "Ah..." and felt as if I were floating, then collapsed, panting heavily, my eyes glazed over.

Mr. Wang, still breathing heavily, admired my state after being finished. Semen continued to flow from my vagina. Satisfied, Mr. Wang dressed, then kissed and licked my breasts, thighs, and buttocks again before reluctantly leaving the bathroom. I stood up weakly, dried myself, dressed, and carefully tidied myself in the bathroom mirror before returning to the party hall. The party was nearing its end, and Mr. Wang, who had been frantically fucking me, was now speaking on a makeshift stage. It suddenly struck me as somewhat ridiculous. "Beautiful lady, you've finally appeared! Where were you? I've been looking for you." I was startled. Before I knew it, Manager Qiao was standing behind me, still staring at me excitedly, though I felt his gaze was a little strange.

The party ended, and I and a few other girls were discussing how to get home when Manager Qiao and several male colleagues approached. He said, "With the leaders around, were you all a bit reserved and didn't have enough fun? How about we have a private party at my apartment?" "She looked at me expectantly as she spoke. Although I still wanted to go home early, the girl dragged me along. I saw Manager Qiao smile with satisfaction. When we arrived at Manager Qiao's apartment, everyone immediately relaxed, some singing, some dancing. Manager Qiao gave me a glass of red wine and we chatted while drinking. The reason I didn't sing and dance with everyone was because I had just been with Boss Wang and my body hadn't recovered at all.

While chatting with Manager Qiao, my exposed thighs would occasionally tremble. Time flies when you're having fun, and everyone soon got tired of their crazy antics and had drunk enough. People started getting up to say goodbye, and soon only Manager Qiao and I were left in the room. "You're very sexy, really, all the men were watching you just now," Manager Qiao said, staring at my face, which was slightly flushed from the alcohol. "Thank you, Manager Qiao. I think I should take my leave now." I got up to leave, but as soon as I stood up from the bed, I felt a wave of dizziness and immediately collapsed back onto the bed. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't recovered my strength or because I had drunk too much. Manager Qiao immediately leaned closer with concern and whispered, asking if I was alright. I closed my eyes slightly, and he stared at my breasts, which rose and fell with my breath. Manager Qiao moved even closer to me and continued to whisper, "You seem very tired, my little beauty. Were you too exhausted in the restroom just now?"

Hearing this, I immediately tensed up. Had he seen me having sex with President Wang?

Before I could react, Manager Qiao had already hugged me: "My darling, you're so sexy. I was masturbating while watching, it felt both good and bad. Now I'm going to enjoy your alluring body too." He then began kissing me passionately. I moaned weakly, "Ah...ah...no...you...how did you see that...?" Manager Qiao had already slipped his hand inside my tank top and grabbed one of my breasts. "Darling, you don't know, I secretly went into the cubicle next to yours, and stood on the toilet so I could see you and Mr. Wang having sex. The way you were being fucked in your pantyhose was so lewd. Actually, Mr. Wang saw me later, but he didn't say anything. He kept going, it was so exciting." My face turned even redder. So, I had just been fucked, and another man had been watching! I was speechless. At that moment, I was lying naked on Manager Qiao's bed, only wearing a pair of pantyhose on my thighs. I hadn't even noticed how he had taken off my skirt. “Baby, I want to fuck you in your pantyhose too. You look so lewd right now.” Manager Qiao also took off his clothes. Exhausted from being fucked earlier, I could only lie on the bed and let Manager Qiao do as he pleased. Manager Qiao was direct. He gently pulled his penis out a little, grabbed my long legs, and with a few twists and turns, with my cries of “Ah…ah…”, his penis smoothly slid in completely. Manager Qiao looked at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and my bright eyes immediately turned red with embarrassment. I closed them tightly, unable to meet his gaze.

He lifted my plump thighs, making my long, rounded calves rest on his shoulders. His glans pressed deep into my vagina, and his hands reached for my alluring breasts, gently and skillfully caressing them. My nipples were pulled and kneaded wantonly, but the more he caressed them, the more erect they became, stubbornly defying his ravaging. I breathed softly, feeling my tender breasts swell more and more under his caresses, a tingling sensation mixed with a slight pain. "Ah..." With a cry of pain, he suddenly gripped my breast tightly, thrusting his hips forward, his thick, hard penis pumping in and out, pounding against my sensitive clitoris. Manager Qiao thrust forcefully with satisfaction, his hands kneading my firm breasts. My face flushed, my desire boundless, my cherry lips slightly parted as I panted softly, my round buttocks swaying in response, my vaginal muscles trembling gently, contracting and tightening around the man's large penis as it went in and out.

I looked like I was really enjoying it. "Feels good, doesn't it, you little slut?" he asked smugly. I closed my eyes tightly, too ashamed to answer. "Good girl, tell me, does it feel good?" Manager Qiao thrust a few more times, "Ah... ah..." I didn't answer, only moaning wantonly. "Say it, if it feels good, say it, it'll feel even better." He suddenly thrust his thick penis all the way in, rubbing against my sensitive clitoris, continuing to tempt me to express my feelings. "Ah... I'm so embarrassed... yours is so big... so long." My voice was barely audible, my face flushed red. "It feels good to be inside you, doesn't it?" He thrust a few times. "Mmm...mmm...it's...it feels so good...I'm dying...ah..." I finally managed to say it under Manager Qiao's gentle seduction and thrusting. "Let me fuck you often from now on, okay?" Manager Qiao pressed me. "No...no...I...I have a husband...ah...ah...I...can't...I'm sorry to my husband..." I seemed to have not yet lost my mind. "If it feels good, then enjoy it. It doesn't bother your husband. Besides, you've already wronged your husband." Manager Qiao continued. "It's all your fault...you did it!" I replied shyly. "I didn't expect that you, who are usually so dignified and composed, are so flirtatious and lewd inside. Seeing you being fucked by Boss Wang, I really wanted to beat him up!" At this point, a surge of jealousy made Manager Qiao thrust hard a few times.

"Ah...ah...don't be so hard, it hurts! Ah...he forced me." I argued, blushing. "That old geezer, where did he get the good fortune to enjoy your beautiful body! Humph." Manager Qiao thrust in deeply again, this time with a few more vicious thrusts. "Ah...ah...I don't even want that old geezer." I quickly replied. Manager Qiao stopped talking and silently worked on my fertile land, occasionally thrusting in deeply, eliciting weak moans from me. Manager Qiao couldn't help but shout with pleasure, his hips moving nimbly and quickly, thrusting in and out. "Ah...what are you doing! You...you...you're so bad! Ah..." My face was flushed, my beautiful eyes were closed, my cherry lips were panting, and my hips gently swayed in sync. "Baby, are you comfortable? I'm so happy, ah..." He sped up his thrusts, watching his thick penis appear and disappear between my plump and tender labia, occasionally drawing out my white, cloudy juices, making his penis smooth and shiny, waves of tingling sensations coming from his penis, making me moan with pleasure. "You...you...you're so amazing...so thick...so long...you hit the very core of my being every time...ah...you're going to kill me...ah..." I responded weakly to the man's increasingly forceful thrusts, uttering shameful words in a daze. I was already completely aroused, conquered by his thick, long penis. "Baby, I want you...don't refuse me anymore...I want to fuck you every day...fuck you to death!"

Manager Qiao vigorously squeezed my high, full breasts, his strong waist swinging, pounding hard into the depths of my tight, slippery vagina, as if to vent his pent-up hatred. Just as I was moaning wildly as he fucked me, the phone in my bag suddenly rang, startling me into stopping. Manager Qiao immediately comforted me, saying it was okay, don't be nervous, and stopped fucking me at the same time. I quickly caught my breath before pressing the answer button on the incessantly ringing phone.

"Hello, honey, what's up?" I asked nervously.

"My darling wife, are you still working overtime?" "That's my husband's dissatisfied voice.
" "Yes, there's a lot to do. I still need to deliver the documents to the client, so I might be back a little late. Don't worry, I'll satisfy you as soon as I get back," I said nervously.

"What kind of boss are you? Making people work overtime all the time," my husband said again, dissatisfied.

"Honey, don't say that. The boss often works overtime himself too," Manager Qiao had clearly heard me, so I quickly stopped my husband from continuing.

"Okay, when are you going to finish?" my husband asked.

"Should be soon. Are you still waiting for me?" I replied.

Manager Qiao seemed to have seen my ambiguous conversation with my husband and became even more jealous. He couldn't help but thrust his penis. I cried out "Ah!" and immediately turned around to glare at Manager Qiao. "Of course I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to come back and put on your underwear for me to see, and then I'll have a good time with you. What's wrong? What's wrong?" "My husband heard me cry out. 'Oh, it's nothing, I accidentally spilled some water. Honey, you're so naughty. I'll let you have your fill when we get back. Okay, I need to get back to work. Bye!' I couldn't hold back any longer. Before he finished speaking, I impatiently pressed the end call button. I let out a long sigh and glanced at Manager Qiao, who was still inside me: 'You've really ruined me!' Manager Qiao immediately started thrusting, pumping rapidly: 'You little slut, you want your husband to keep fucking you when we get back? You're so horny. But you're mine now, so you should hurry up and make love to me, shall we?'" My face flushed crimson, and I shyly pounded his chest with my small hands. Manager Qiao chuckled, lowered his head, and took my erect nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He

occasionally nibbled at it with his teeth, while his penis thrust harder, the friction and wetness between us creating a soft, wet sound. "Ah...ah...ya...um...Manager Qiao...ah...um..." I couldn't help but moan loudly. My soft voice further aroused Manager Qiao's passion. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, hooked my toes together, and pointed my toes upwards, my buttocks detaching from my body and pressing against his hips. Manager Qiao thrust vigorously, and this usually dignified and charming beauty, when penetrated by a man, would constantly moan and groan, truly wanton to the bone—a truly exquisite creature.

Manager Qiao grabbed my smooth, rounded buttocks with both hands and lifted me up forcefully. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Seeing my ecstatic expression, all I could hear were my seductive moans. I cried out incessantly, wave after wave of pleasure. When Manager Qiao carried me to a terrace on the street next to his apartment, he gestured for me to look down. I immediately felt the eyes of passersby on the street staring at my shameless act. I cried out, "Ah…," burying my head in Manager Qiao's broad chest, my legs clamping tightly together, a gush of vaginal fluid instantly flowing from where we were frantically intercourse. Manager Qiao suddenly slammed me against the wall, holding my firm, elastic buttocks and legs tightly, roaring as he violently thrust into my hips. His hard penis rapidly entered and exited my soft, wet vagina, the penis seemingly piercing through tender flesh and my abdomen. The glans, while violently striking my cervix, also brought immense pleasure, a wave of ecstasy washing over my entire body. Manager Qiao felt his penis spasming inside my vagina, the glans noticeably swollen, about to ejaculate! He frantically hugged my round buttocks, his hips lifting and then suddenly plunging down powerfully, his engorged penis forcefully piercing the tightening vaginal walls, reaching the very bottom and pressing against the spasming cervix. Thick, turbid semen gushed out, all shooting into the trembling, contracting uterus. I had never experienced such stimulation before; I felt his penis trembling rapidly inside me, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each time penetrating to the deepest part of my body. The tingling sensation was unbearable, and I couldn't help but scream, my voice lewd, reaching my second peak of climax that night. Instantly, my cherry lips parted wide, my phoenix eyes glazed over, and my hands tightly gripped the man's neck. The walls of my uterus contracted strongly, and the vaginal walls inside my cavity writhed and sucked at Manager Qiao's glans, a large amount of love fluid gushing out again, warming the man's glans. After the climax, Manager Qiao was no longer able to support my weight. He gently lowered my hips and legs, and we both landed at the same time. I slumped onto the man's lap, lying face down on his chest, panting and moaning softly. Manager Qiao lovingly stroked my body, which was now even more slippery from the sweat after the climax, silently savoring the extreme pleasure that had just ended.

As I gradually recovered from the afterglow of pleasure, I realized that I had already made love to the man on top of me several times that evening. My cheeks were flushed, and I stroked his handsome face with my small hands, looking at him coquettishly and sighing, "You bad boy, you're killing me!" Manager Qiao looked at my alluring expression, both coquettish and weak, and felt incredibly happy. He said with satisfaction, "Are you tired? When you came just now, you were so beautiful and scary. My treasure almost broke from your grip!" I weakly pounded on the man's chest, complaining, "You're so bad! You came so many times, my whole body is numb!" Manager Qiao was even more satisfied. He gently caressed my soft and elastic breasts with his hands, and then kissed my red and luscious lips. I silently cooperated, completely surrendering to the pleasure the man gave me. Manager Qiao and I exchanged kisses for a while, but finally felt it was too late and we shouldn't stay any longer, so we parted. Manager Qiao straightened up first, then helped me up, still limp and weak, and carried me back to the living room bed, helping me straighten my disheveled clothes. After I was dressed, I regained my usual dignified and charming demeanor, but the continuous orgasms I had just experienced left me with a strong, sensual aura. My shoulder-length hair was still disheveled, with a few strands clinging to my sweaty forehead, and a blush lingered on my face. My waist was so weak it seemed unable to support my voluptuous body. Manager Qiao kissed my cheek, easily straightening his own clothes. His penis was limp, like a hibernating snake, devoid of any vitality. Manager Qiao drove me home. It was already past midnight, and I saw that the lights were off in the house; my husband was probably already asleep. But I still made Manager Qiao stop the car far from the stairs. I was also uneasy, nervously glancing around to make sure no one was watching before entering the house. Once inside, the living room was pitch black. I took off my shoes and quietly felt my way towards the bathroom.

My immediate thought was to rush to the bathroom to shower, lest my husband find out. But then all the lights suddenly came on, startling me so much I almost screamed. My husband grabbed me from behind, kissing me passionately, and without a word, pulled off my dress. I stood naked in front of him, but at the same time, a strong smell of alcohol assaulted my senses. I realized then that he had drunk quite a bit. My husband picked me up and began to frantically suckle my body. He probably wasn't paying attention to my feelings anymore. I immediately hugged him back, and we both fell onto the bed. "Wife, you're finally back! I'm going crazy!" my husband said, biting my breasts hard. "Ah...husband...I'm back...ah...fuck me as much as you want...fuck me to death...I want it," I said lasciviously. The vaginal fluid, combined with the remaining semen of Mr. Wang and Manager Qiao, made my vagina incredibly lubricated, and my husband easily penetrated me. As he penetrated, I felt my tense mood suddenly relax. I knew I didn't need to rush to shower and clean myself anymore.

"Ah...ah...husband...harder...it feels so good...I want...fuck me to death..." I shouted, reaching my climax. "

Baby

, are you off work yet? I'm getting impatient." My husband asked anxiously on the phone.

He had just returned from a business trip and we had promised to go wild tonight.

I replied somewhat helplessly, "I'm so sorry, a client urgently needed some documents, so I have to work overtime and might be home late."

"Oh, is that so? Okay then, you go ahead and get busy, I'll wait for you."

My husband continued, somewhat dejectedly, "Baby, I brought back a lot of sexy lingerie and stockings for you. You have to wear them for me when you get back."

My face immediately turned red, and I whispered, "You're so naughty! Okay, I'll definitely wear them for you when I get back, and you can see as much as you want." "After hanging up the phone, I went to the changing room. Actually, the company was holding a cocktail party tonight. A few days ago, leaders from the head office in another city came to inspect the company, so we planned a party. One reason was to strengthen relationships with the head office leaders, and the other was to pave the way for my own promotion. So, all the managers and supervisors from various departments requested to stay and attend. I had to say I had to work overtime. I took off my shirt and tight skirt, then my bra, thong, and pantyhose, and took out a prepared evening gown. I didn't wear a bra, just a pair of black, crotchless pantyhose, and then put on the evening gown. I was a little nervous. Although I often attend cocktail parties without a bra, I still feel a strange mix of nervousness and excitement every time.

Arriving at the hotel, I entered the party hall. Many people were already there—company and head office leaders, colleagues..." There were also leaders from other companies that collaborated with our company, making it quite lively. I took a glass of red wine and walked into the crowd. My deep V-neck halter evening dress revealed my deep cleavage, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, my breasts swayed up and down with my movements. The skirt had a high slit on one side, and when I walked or sat down, one thigh covered in pantyhose was fully displayed, all the way to the upper thigh. The men around me immediately noticed me, excitedly watching my every move, and began to chat intimately with me. One of them, surnamed Qiao, was the most enthusiastic. He was a manager from the head office, responsible for the daily arrangements of this inspection. He chatted with me while excitedly staring at my cleavage. At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over with a smile. Manager Qiao immediately introduced him to me with a beaming smile: "This is General Manager Wang from the head office." General Manager Wang nodded and glanced at Manager Qiao. He immediately said tactfully, "Oh, General Manager Wang, then you two chat, I have other things to do." After saying that, he walked away somewhat reluctantly.

Mr. Wang and I sat in a corner booth and started chatting. Because we were sitting, the deep V-neckline exposed even more of my cleavage, and I could already see the edges of my breasts. The slit in my skirt was also stretched wide, revealing my thighs, covered in pantyhose, all the way to my hips. Mr. Wang stared at me excitedly, chatting idly. Then, music started playing, and the lights dimmed. Mr. Wang pulled me to the dance floor, and we started dancing with the others. At first, it was fine, but as the lights dimmed further, I felt Mr. Wang holding me tighter and tighter. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, almost bursting out of the V-neckline. Mr. Wang's hand touched my back, and he whispered, "Such a smooth back, you're so sexy, are you not wearing a bra?" My face immediately turned red. Seeing that I didn't answer, Mr. Wang knew he was right, and his hand continued downwards, quickly reaching my buttocks. My buttocks, tightly encased in my skirt, were being touched by him, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. "Your butt is so bouncy and smooth, you're probably not wearing underwear, are you? You're so sexy, I never expected to meet such a sexy young woman in the branch office." Mr. Wang whispered as he touched my butt.
I became even more shy and whispered, "No, stop touching me, someone will see us, you're so naughty." Mr. Wang smiled and let go of me.

But then he pulled me away from the lobby. I noticed that Manager Qiao was also watching me intently as Mr. Wang led me away. Mr. Wang led me to a secluded corner of a corridor where there was a restroom. Mr. Wang led me into the women's restroom. It wasn't large, and we went into the innermost stall. Mr. Wang locked the small door of the stall, then suddenly hugged me and began kissing me passionately. While kissing me, he rubbed my breasts through my tank top with one hand, and reached inside the slit with the other, touching my thigh. I said nervously and excitedly, "Ah...no...Mr. Wang...don't...you can't...you're so bad..." Although I resisted verbally, my body completely submitted to Mr. Wang's control, enjoying his kisses and caresses. Mr. Wang held my small hands tightly with one large hand, and wrapped his other arm around my soft, slender waist. He began to gently kiss my neck, sometimes licking it lightly with his tongue, sometimes blowing softly on my ear, teasing my desire. My struggles were futile. I clearly wanted to resist, but my whole body was weak and I couldn't muster any strength. My waist twisted, seemingly resisting, yet also seemingly yielding, and I murmured softly, "Ah...um...no...don't...Mr. Wang...quickly...quickly let me go...ah...ah..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang actually let me go. Although I was a little puzzled, I still naturally began to tidy my disheveled long hair. But suddenly, while I was fixing my flowing hair, Mr. Wang grabbed my neck, making it impossible for me to struggle.

Before I could even groan, his lips pressed against mine, kissing my delicate mouth. I let out a soft "Ah..." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wang's cunning tongue slipped into my mouth, eagerly sucking the nectar from my lips. Under Mr. Wang's continued licking and passionate kisses, I gradually gave in, letting out seductive moans between kisses: "Ah...ah...mmm..." I wrapped my fair arms around Mr. Wang's strong neck, and his forceful kiss gradually transformed into an intimate, intertwined kiss, our tongues chasing each other, our saliva exchanging... A decadent atmosphere instantly filled the small partition!

Seeing that I was starting to cooperate, Mr. Wang was overjoyed. He suddenly reached out his right hand and touched my high, firm breasts. In an instant, one of my alluring breasts was in his large hand... My whole body went numb, and I gasped urgently, "Ah...no...there...not there...don't touch there...there...ah...ah..." Mr. Wang wantonly kneaded my high, firm breasts.

What an alluring young woman! Mr. Wang could feel the amazing elasticity of my tender breasts! His other hand was not to be outdone, sliding down to my full buttocks, squeezing and kneading them, eliciting soft moans from my chest. Mr. Wang excitedly ripped off my tank top, and his two hands directly grasped my soft breasts. The moment my sensitive breasts were directly held by the man's warm palms, I cried out in surprise, "Ah..." I instantly felt my nipples stand erect, hard against Mr. Wang's palms, as if welcoming his kneading. A tingling, electric-like sensation coursed through my body, reaching my most intimate area between my legs. My full, shapely thighs, tightly bound by my dress, writhed and rubbed together.

My struggles only fueled Mr. Wang's arousal. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my thighs, exposed by the slit in my pantyhose, my normally fair skin now flushed and glistening. One hand slipped between my twisting thighs, forcefully advancing towards my most alluring center. Mr. Wang's large hand easily covered my private parts, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing my plump, swollen labia. The hot, moist sensation aroused him greatly. "Ah... um... no... don't..." My moans fueled Mr. Wang's desire. While his right hand frantically kneaded my breasts, his left hand began to rub my labia tightly. "No... no... Mr. Wang... please... ah..." I gasped, my body writhing and struggling seductively.

Mr. Wang easily pushed me onto the toilet seat beside him, removed my evening gown, and amidst my gasps of surprise, my two firm, white breasts bounced out, my nipples already engorged and erect, trembling shyly. My thighs, encased in black pantyhose, were even more alluring, my black pubic hair neatly displayed. Mr. Wang pressed heavily against my soft body, one hand kneading my breast while his lips tightly engulfed the tip of my other tender nipple. My face flushed, I gasped for breath, and involuntarily wrapped my arms around Mr. Wang, arching my head against his chest. My long, slender legs wrapped around his strong waist, my body twisting and swaying uncontrollably, perhaps trying to break free… or perhaps wanting more tenderness… Mr. Wang's fingers skillfully caressed my wet, pink labia between my thighs, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, he thrust into my slippery, muddy entrance. With a long, soul-stirring moan, my thick, long fingers disappeared completely into the tight, warm depths of my vagina.

My hands tightened around his head, which was still ravaging my chest, then opened weakly. Under the thrusting of Mr. Wang's fingers, my cherry lips gasped repeatedly, my legs kicked incessantly, and my lower body made churning sounds like water being stirred in a well. Mr. Wang, while ogling my naked body, quickly stripped off his own clothes. I opened my eyes slightly and was shocked to find that Mr. Wang, a middle-aged man, still possessed a powerful physique. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with well-developed pectoral muscles and a long, dark brown penis protruding between his thick thighs, looking menacing and terrifying… I gasped weakly, “Ah…” The blush that had been fading suddenly returned to my face, filled with shame and fear. I tightly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer.

Mr. Wang pressed down on me, supporting my round, white buttocks, and aimed his erect penis at my already wet vulva. The hot, large glans trembled and quivered against the entrance of my tender opening. I felt as if ants were crawling inside, an emptiness and discomfort. “Please…no…don’t…” I pleaded weakly, unable to resist. “Was that good? It’ll be even better next time…” Mr. Wang teased me with flirtatious words. But his actions stopped teasing me; he was also feeling the urge himself.

His penis parted my thin lips, powerfully penetrating deep into my vagina along with the slippery, lustful fluids.

"Ah...ouch...it hurts...ah..." A full yet painful sensation washed over me, and I gasped, my delicate lips trembling. My hands involuntarily tightened around Mr. Wang's waist, my thighs clamping down, trying to stop his thrusts. My face paled, and my whole body trembled. When his penis reached the very core of my being, Mr. Wang also let out a roar: "Ah..." It felt so good, like heaven. He felt as if his penis was tightly enveloped by something, hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls still slightly pulsating, sucking on his glans, both numb and tingling. Even after several years of marriage, my vagina was still very tight; his penis felt wonderful inside. Mr. Wang muttered under his breath, "Damn it, your husband's lucky. He gets to have his pussy fucked like this all the time. You're so slutty. I'm going to fuck you good today too." I felt the penis penetrating my body, hot, thick, hard, and cunning. It seemed to have a life of its own, moving on its own without its owner's command. Even when I squeezed it tightly, it was useless, making me uncontrollably let out soft moans.

So, Mr. Wang began to thrust rapidly, his penis withdrawing from the opening of my vagina each time and then thrusting to the bottom each time. It became increasingly hot and thick. After hundreds of thrusts, my original moans and cries turned into continuous cries. "Oh...oh...Mr. Wang...you...oh...too hard..." "Ah...ah...so good...so deep...so beautiful...so beautiful...I...I'm going to die."

Mr. Wang looked at me, lost in my moans, and smiled slyly. His efforts had paid off; it was truly breathtaking! He continued to thrust steadily and powerfully into the woman's sensitive clitoris, then lowered his head and took one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she moved in response, into his mouth. "Ah...ah...I'm going to cum...I'm coming...I'm going to die..." Mr. Wang suddenly coordinated, his glans plunging deep into my cervix, his teeth gently biting my erect nipple. My vagina suddenly tightened, my cervix scraping and sucking against the man's thick glans. Mr. Wang felt a surge of heat hitting his glans, a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and he couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He thrust his glans deep into my vagina with pleasure, letting out a low growl, and his thick semen shot out. I felt the glans pressing tightly against my clitoris... A powerful jet of heat shot out, the tingling pleasure reaching deep into my heart. I cried out, "Ah..." and felt as if I were floating, then collapsed, panting heavily, my eyes glazed over.

Mr. Wang, still breathing heavily, admired my state after being finished. Semen continued to flow from my vagina. Satisfied, Mr. Wang dressed, then kissed and licked my breasts, thighs, and buttocks again before reluctantly leaving the bathroom. I stood up weakly, dried myself, dressed, and carefully tidied myself in the bathroom mirror before returning to the party hall. The party was nearing its end, and Mr. Wang, who had been frantically fucking me, was now speaking on a makeshift stage. It suddenly struck me as somewhat ridiculous. "Beautiful lady, you've finally appeared! Where were you? I've been looking for you." I was startled. Before I knew it, Manager Qiao was standing behind me, still staring at me excitedly, though I felt his gaze was a little strange.

The party ended, and I and a few other girls were discussing how to get home when Manager Qiao and several male colleagues approached. He said, "With the leaders around, were you all a bit reserved and didn't have enough fun? How about we have a private party at my apartment?" "She looked at me expectantly as she spoke. Although I still wanted to go home early, the girl dragged me along. I saw Manager Qiao smile with satisfaction. When we arrived at Manager Qiao's apartment, everyone immediately relaxed, some singing, some dancing. Manager Qiao gave me a glass of red wine and we chatted while drinking. The reason I didn't sing and dance with everyone was because I had just been with Boss Wang and my body hadn't recovered at all.

While chatting with Manager Qiao, my exposed thighs would occasionally tremble. Time flies when you're having fun, and everyone soon got tired of their crazy antics and had drunk enough. People started getting up to say goodbye, and soon only Manager Qiao and I were left in the room. "You're very sexy, really, all the men were watching you just now," Manager Qiao said, staring at my face, which was slightly flushed from the alcohol. "Thank you, Manager Qiao. I think I should take my leave now." I got up to leave, but as soon as I stood up from the bed, I felt a wave of dizziness and immediately collapsed back onto the bed. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't recovered my strength or because I had drunk too much. Manager Qiao immediately leaned closer with concern and whispered, asking if I was alright. I closed my eyes slightly, and he stared at my breasts, which rose and fell with my breath. Manager Qiao moved even closer to me and continued to whisper, "You seem very tired, my little beauty. Were you too tired in the restroom just now?"

Hearing this, I immediately tensed up. Had he seen me making love with President Wang?

Before I could react, Manager Qiao had already hugged me: "My darling, you're so sexy. I was masturbating while watching, it felt both good and bad. Now I'm going to enjoy your alluring body." After saying that, he began to kiss me passionately. I groaned weakly, "Ah... ah... no... you... how did you see...?" Manager Qiao had already reached inside my suspenders and directly grasped one of my breasts. “Baby, you don’t know, I sneaked into the cubicle next to yours where you were having sex. Standing on the toilet, I could see you and Mr. Wang having sex right there. You looked so lewd being fucked in your pantyhose. Actually, Mr. Wang saw me later, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept fucking you. It was so exciting.” My face turned even redder. So I had just been fucked, and another man was watching. I was speechless. At this moment, I was lying naked on Manager Qiao’s bed, only wearing a pair of pantyhose without a crotch on my thighs. I didn’t even realize how he had taken off my skirt. “Baby, I want to fuck you in your pantyhose too. You look so lewd right now.” Manager Qiao also took off his clothes. Because I was too tired from being fucked, I could only lie on the bed and let Manager Qiao do as he pleased. Manager Qiao was very direct. He gently pulled his penis out a little, grabbed my two long legs, and with a few twists and turns, with my cries of “Ah…ah…”, his penis smoothly and completely penetrated me. Manager Qiao looked at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and my bright eyes instantly flushed red with embarrassment. I closed them tightly, unable to meet his gaze.

He lifted my full thighs, placing my long, shapely legs on his shoulders. His glans pressed deep into my vagina, and his hands moved to my alluring breasts, gently and skillfully caressing them. My nipples were wantonly pulled and kneaded, but the more he caressed them, the more erect they became, stubbornly defying his ravaging. I breathed softly, feeling my tender breasts swell more and more under his caresses, a tingling sensation mixed with a slight pain. "Ah..." With a cry of pain, he suddenly gripped my breast tightly, thrusting his hips forward, his thick, hard penis pumping, striking my sensitive clitoris again and again. Manager Qiao thrust forcefully with triumph, his hands kneading my elastic breasts. My face flushed crimson, my desire boundless, my cherry lips slightly parted as I panted softly, my round buttocks swaying gently in response, my vaginal muscles trembling slightly, contracting and relaxing as the man's large penis moved in and out.

I looked like I was thoroughly enjoying it. "Feels good, doesn't it, you little slut?" he asked smugly. I kept my eyes tightly shut, too ashamed to answer. "Good girl, tell me, does it feel good?" Manager Qiao thrust a few more times, "Ah...ah..." I didn't answer, only moaning wantonly. "Say it, if it feels good, say it, it'll feel even better." He suddenly thrust his thick penis all the way in, rubbing against my sensitive clitoris, continuing to tempt me to express my feelings. "Ah...I'm so embarrassed...your...it's so big...so long." My voice was barely audible, my face flushed. "It feels good inside you, doesn't it?" He thrust a few more times. "Mmm...mmm...it's...it feels so good...I'm dying...ah..." Under Manager Qiao's gentle temptation and thrusting, I finally managed to say it. "Let me fuck you often from now on, okay?" Manager Qiao pressed, seizing the opportunity. "No...no...I...I have a husband...ah...ah...I...can't...I'm sorry to my husband..." I seemed to have not yet lost my mind. "If it's comfortable, then enjoy it. It doesn't bother your husband. Besides, you've already wronged your husband a long time ago," Manager Qiao continued. "It's all because of you...you did...good deeds!" I replied shyly. "I didn't expect that you, who are usually so dignified and composed, are so flirtatious and lewd inside. Seeing you being fucked by Boss Wang, I really wanted to go up and beat him up!" At this point, a surge of jealousy made Manager Qiao thrust hard a few times.

"Ah...ah...don't be so rough, it hurts! Ah...he forced me." I blushed and protested. "That old geezer, where did he get the good fortune to enjoy your beautiful body! Humph." Manager Qiao thrust in deeply again, fiercely. "Ah...ah...I don't even like that old geezer." I quickly responded. Manager Qiao stopped talking and silently worked on my fertile land, occasionally thrusting deeply, eliciting weak moans from me. Manager Qiao couldn't help but shout with pleasure, his hips moving nimbly and quickly, thrusting in and out. "Ah...what are you doing! You...you...you're so bad! Ah..." My face was flushed, my beautiful eyes were closed, my cherry lips were panting, and my hips gently swayed in rhythm. "Baby, are you comfortable? I'm so happy, ah..." He quickened his thrusts, watching his thick penis appear and disappear between my plump, tender labia, occasionally drawing out my white, cloudy juices, making his penis smooth and shiny. Waves of tingling sensations emanated from his penis, and I moaned in pleasure. "You...you...you're so amazing...so thick...so long...every time you hit the very tip of my heart...ah...you're going to kill me...ah..." I responded weakly to the man's increasingly heavy thrusts, uttering shameful words in a daze. I was already completely aroused, conquered by his thick, long penis. “Baby, I want you…don’t refuse me anymore…I want to fuck you every day…fuck you to death!”

Manager Qiao squeezed my high, full breasts hard, his thick waist swinging, pounding fiercely into the depths of my tight, slippery vagina, as if to vent his pent-up hatred. Just as I was moaning wildly as he fucked me, the phone in my bag suddenly rang, and I stopped in fright. Manager Qiao immediately comforted me, saying it was okay, don’t be nervous, and stopped fucking me at the same time. I quickly caught my breath before pressing the answer button on the incessantly ringing phone.

“Hello, honey, what’s up?” I asked nervously.

“Darling wife, are you still working overtime?” It was my husband’s dissatisfied voice.
“Yes, there’s a lot to do. I still have to deliver the documents to the client, so I might be back a little late. Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy you as soon as I get back.” I said nervously.

“What kind of boss are you, always making people work overtime?” my husband said again, dissatisfied.

“Honey, don’t say that. The boss often works overtime himself too.” "Manager Qiao heard everything clearly, so I quickly stopped my husband from continuing.

'Okay, how long are we going to keep going?' my husband asked.

'It should be soon, are you still waiting for me?' I replied.

Manager Qiao seemed to have seen my husband and me having an intimate conversation, and became even more jealous. He couldn't help but thrust his penis slightly. I cried out 'Ah!' and immediately turned around to glare at Manager Qiao. 'Of course I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to come back and put on your underwear for me to see, and then I'll fuck you properly. What's wrong?' my husband heard my cry. 'Oh, nothing, I accidentally spilled some water. Honey, you're so naughty. I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content when we get back. Okay, I have to get back to work. Goodbye!' I couldn't hold back any longer. Before he finished speaking, I impatiently pressed the end call button. I let out a long sigh and glanced at Manager Qiao, who was still inside me: 'You really got me killed!'" Manager Qiao immediately started thrusting, pumping rapidly: "You little slut, you still want your husband to fuck you when you get back, you're so horny, but you're mine now, so hurry up and have sex with me." My face flushed crimson, and I shyly pounded his chest with my small hands. Manager Qiao chuckled, lowered his head, and took my erect nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He

occasionally nibbled at it with his teeth, while his penis thrust harder, the friction and wetness between us creating a soft, wet sound. "Ah...ah...ya...um...Manager Qiao...ah...um..." I couldn't help but moan loudly. My soft voice further fueled Manager Qiao's passion. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, hooked my toes together, and pointed my toes upwards, my buttocks detaching from my vagina and pressing against his hips. Manager Qiao thrust vigorously, and this usually dignified and charming beauty, when penetrated by a man, would constantly moan and groan, truly wanton to the bone—a truly exquisite creature! Manager Qiao grabbed my smooth, rounded buttocks with both hands and lifted me up forcefully .

I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Seeing my ecstatic expression, and hearing my seductive moans, I cried out incessantly, each wave higher than the last. When Manager Qiao carried me to a balcony on the street next to his apartment, he gestured for me to look down. I immediately felt the eyes of passersby on the street staring at my shameless act. I cried out, "Ah…," burying my head in Manager Qiao's broad chest, my legs clamping tightly together, a gush of vaginal fluid instantly flowing from where we were frantically intercourse. Manager Qiao suddenly slammed me against the wall, gripping my firm buttocks and legs, roaring as he violently thrust into my hips. His hard penis rapidly entered and exited my soft, wet vagina, the shaft seemingly piercing through my tender flesh. The sensations in my flesh and abdomen, the glans pounding violently against my cervix while simultaneously experiencing unparalleled pleasure, a wave of ecstasy washing over my entire body. Manager Qiao felt his penis spasming inside my vagina, the glans noticeably swelling, about to ejaculate! He frantically gripped my rounded buttocks, his hips lifting and then suddenly plunging down powerfully, his engorged penis forcefully piercing the tightening vaginal walls, reaching the very bottom and pressing against the spasming cervix. Thick, turbid semen gushed out, all shooting into the trembling, contracting uterus. I had never experienced such stimulation before; I felt his penis trembling rapidly inside me, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each time penetrating to the deepest point. The tingling sensation was unbearable, and I couldn't help but scream, my voice lewd, reaching my second peak of climax that night. Instantly, my cherry lips parted wide... My phoenix eyes were glazed over, my arms tightly wrapped around the man's neck. A strong contraction of my uterine walls caused the vaginal walls to throb and suck at Manager Qiao's glans. A gush of love fluid spurted out again, warming his glans. After the climax, Manager Qiao could no longer support my weight and gently lowered my hips and legs. We both landed simultaneously, and I slumped onto his lap, lying on his chest, panting and moaning softly. Manager Qiao lovingly stroked my body, now even more slippery with sweat after the climax, silently savoring the intense pleasure that had just ended.

Gradually recovering from the afterglow, I realized I had already made love to the man on top of me several times that evening at the venue. My cheeks flushed red, and I stroked his handsome face with my small hands, looking at him coquettishly, and sighed, "You bad boy, you're killing me!" Manager Qiao looked at my alluring expression, a mixture of coquettishness and weakness, and felt incredibly happy. He asked contentedly, "Tired?" "You were so beautiful and scary when you climaxed just now, you almost crushed my manhood!" I weakly pounded the man's chest, protesting, "You're so bad, you came so many times, my whole body is numb!" Manager Qiao was even more satisfied, gently caressing my soft and elastic breasts with both hands, then pressed his large mouth to kiss my rosy, luscious lips. I silently cooperated, completely surrendering to the pleasure the man gave me. Manager Qiao and I exchanged kisses for a while, finally feeling it was too late and we shouldn't linger, so we parted. Manager Qiao straightened up first, then helped me up, still weak and limp, and carried me back to the living room bed, helping me straighten my disheveled clothes. After dressing, I regained my original dignified and charming capable image, but the continuous orgasms had left my body filled with a strong scent of lust, my shoulder-length hair... Her clothes were still disheveled, a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead, a blush lingering on her pretty face, her waist limp as if unable to support her plump, rounded body. Manager Qiao kissed my cheek, easily straightening his clothes; his penis was limp, like a hibernating snake, devoid of any vitality. Manager Qiao drove me home. It was already past midnight, and I saw that the lights were off in the house; my husband was probably already asleep. But I still made Manager Qiao stop the car far from my stairs. I was also uneasy, nervously glancing around to make sure no one was watching before going upstairs. Once inside, the living room was pitch black. I took off my shoes and quietly felt my way towards the bathroom.

My immediate thought was to rush to the bathroom to shower, lest my husband find out. But then all the lights suddenly came on, startling me so much I almost screamed. My husband grabbed me from behind, kissing me passionately, and without a word, pulled off my dress. I stood naked in front of him, but at the same time, a strong smell of alcohol assaulted my senses. I realized then that he had drunk quite a bit. My husband picked me up and began to frantically suckle my body. He probably wasn't paying attention to my feelings anymore. I immediately hugged him back, and we both fell onto the bed. "Wife, you're finally back! I'm going crazy!" my husband said, biting my breasts hard. "Ah...husband...I'm back...ah...fuck me as much as you want...fuck me to death...I want it," I said lasciviously. The vaginal fluid, combined with the remaining semen of Mr. Wang and Manager Qiao, made my vagina incredibly lubricated, and my husband easily penetrated me. As he penetrated, I felt my tense mood suddenly relax. I knew I didn't need to rush to shower and clean myself anymore.

"Ah...ah...husband...harder...it feels so good...I want...fuck me to death..." I shouted, reaching my climax.

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