[Stories of Disciplining My Wife in Mainland China] (22-25) Author: Toshiba

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(Twenty-two) The Bizarre and Unusual Game of the Evil Child (Part 1)

The evil child took out a blindfold. Seeing the blindfold, she knew that her master was about to begin today's training lesson. She immediately closed her eyes
and raised her head, longing for a real hot penis to be inserted into her cunt. She
shamelessly made "hmm...uh..." sounds.

The location was a small park on the edge of the community near the mountain, where endless spring was unfolding. The homeless man , who usually lived in the park and
made a living by scavenging, was now on top of my wife. At first, he tentatively
placed on her breast and gently caressed it, but he was afraid that this was another trick these thugs were using to bully him.
He was still shaken by the fact that the thugs had deliberately thrown firecrackers into the cardboard box where he was hiding the night before.

At this moment, she let out a seductive and wanton moan. The homeless man's eyes widened as he saw my wife's full and alluring
mature female body. He thought to himself, "This woman is so wanton," and his courage grew. He reached out with his other
hand and began to rub her other breast. After all, a person who has lost their social standing has nothing left to lose.

The homeless man got up, walked around to my wife, knelt on the grass, and held his erect penis in front of her face, waving it around. He
timidly asked, "Can you help me feel good with your hand?" A nauseating smell and a fishy odor wafted towards my wife's face.
She hesitated slightly, but the thugs immediately threatened to distribute her nude photos to the neighborhood, letting everyone
know that she was a wanton woman.

My wife obediently reached out and slowly began to stroke him, but her panting and moaning never
stopped. As the vibrator inserted into her vagina and anus increased in rhythm, she didn't flinch or show disgust at the dirty
penis. Instead, she brought her small mouth to suck on his penis like she was licking honey, while her hands quickly stroked
the homeless man 's penis and scrotum.

A few minutes later, a stream of white fluid gushed
out spraying all over my wife's hair, face, and chest. My wife carefully licked the semen that flowed to her lips
and swallowed it with her tongue.

The wicked boy next to her chuckled and took out his phone to record the video and the erotic photos,
titled "Depraved Wife and Homeless Man," which should earn him a lot of points on the video website.

The autumn air was crisp and cool. A real estate agent, having just finished showing properties to clients, saw a public restroom in the park and
rushed in like a savior, abandoning his motorcycle. He glanced around and saw two or three children lingering
nearby . He thought, "Why aren't these kids home this late? Society is
changing so fast! This neighborhood is already decaying. I'll remember this for later, to use when trying to rip
off .

" He almost slipped inside, not from the puddles, but from the sight of a
naked , wearing a face mask and a chastity belt, being blatantly
assaulted by a homeless man.

He stood before the urinal, his erect penis still erect, stealing glances at the scene. He was desperate to
urinate, but felt no urge; his engorged penis was pressing against his urethra, preventing him from urinating. His mind
raced with conflicting thoughts: What was going on? What had happened? He had absolutely no
clue whatsoever!

A childish voice behind him pulled him back to reality: "Want to play with this slutty married woman?
A mouth service for you is only 1000 NT dollars!"

1000 NT dollars was too expensive. He said no, but his hands immediately pulled the money out of his wallet
, muttering, "Add a breast massage service as a bonus!" He was definitely a real estate agent
; he never missed an opportunity to get a bargain.

The agent wrapped his arms around my wife's breasts from behind, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly squeezing and kneading them
, gently rubbing and pressing her nipples with his thumbs, occasionally pulling them outwards. Her soft
, slightly sagging breasts were played with until her nipples swelled and became erect. Her breasts became abnormally sensitive,
waves of masochistic pleasure assaulting her reason.

The homeless man skillfully circled his tongue around my wife's ears and belly button, subjecting her to this double
assault . She swayed her full breasts and writhed, her excitement bordering on madness
, consumed by overwhelming lust.

The broker pulled out his penis and placed it in front of my wife, rubbing it against her lips. My
wife was completely immersed in this world of desire, moaning, "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..."

At first, she only sucked on it gently, then she let the entire penis slide into her mouth. With each swallow, his penis
grew thicker and larger.

The homeless man then began to stroke his penis, occasionally touching it to my wife's lips and face,
gesturing for her to suck on it. My wife devoured both penises with relish, constantly striving to make them bigger
and longer. Her moans were alluring and captivating. As my wife sucked on his penis, the broker's penis trembled
and contracted , then he ejaculated onto her face.

While my wife was distracted, the homeless man forced his penis into her mouth. I heard
her let out a muffled moan, followed by sobs and gasps of "Ah... um... woo woo..."
This contrasted sharply with the laughter and insults of the children beside her.

The park was deserted that night. Lying in the men's restroom stall, her face and breasts were still covered in the semen of the broker and
the homeless man —this was the third time she had been faciald that day.
Yellowish drops of water dripped from her wet black hair. Before leaving, the broker deliberately urinated on her face, saying he was washing her clean.
Afterwards feeling guilty, he left an extra two hundred dollars and left sheepishly.

The homeless man standing nearby smoked, thinking: There is nothing more terrifying in the world than losing one's dignity.

"Sweetie, you still don't want to leave your room today? Mommy will worry if you do. There's money on the table. If you
get hungry at home, just call and order pizza or McDonald's delivery. You can also buy
snacks for your classmates when they come over. I'm going out now!"

"Ugh, adults are so annoying." The mischievous child cursed as he rolled around on the bed, seemingly waiting for someone...
The incident began. The doorbell and intercom simultaneously shattered the quiet of the building. The building
manager's : "Your classmate and their mother are here to see you."

My wife lifted her long skirt to her waist, bent over, and knelt on her hands and elbows at the entrance. Her
legs were spread wide, her buttocks raised high, revealing white, semi-transparent silk panties that accentuated her full, white hips
, making them even more alluring. Her pubic hair had been completely shaved, and her vulva, which should have been exposed,
was taped shut, with only the ring of the anal plug showing.

How had she ended up like this? My wife questioned her own moral compass as she shamefully
exposed her genitals to these depraved children. Because the outlet was taped shut, the vaginal fluids inside had nowhere to
escape and flowed back into her uterus. She could feel her cavity filled with love fluid and emptiness, and her buttocks
began to involuntarily wiggle, wanting the anal plug to rub against the other end of her vaginal wall.

The scene shifts back to a drugstore on a late summer afternoon. My wife, carrying large shopping bags, browsed the
shelves , pondering what to buy. Passing the condom section
, her eyes were drawn to a new product developed by Durex: "A topical gel to enhance female libido." My wife chuckled, "
Let my husband buy this!" Completely unaware that three pairs of eyes were watching her from behind.

"People these days have no manners; they don't even apologize when they bump into someone," my wife muttered under her breath as she applied a sample of the
drugstore cosmetics. There weren't many people at the checkout counter that afternoon. After paying
and swiping her card, she left the store, her mind already on what to cook for dinner. She seemed to hear
the burglar alarm, but it wasn't very real or clear; anyway, no one rushed out to stop her.

The reality was that the shop assistant rushed out from behind the counter upon hearing the noise, only
to trip fall flat on her face, seeing stars. By the time she got up, the customer was nowhere to be seen
, and even the little kids who had been wandering around the store had vanished without a trace.

The key turned the lock with a crisp click, and just as she was about to step inside, she was suddenly pulled.
A seemingly but it carried a sinister undertone: "Auntie, you're stealing!"

"I didn't!" the wife retorted loudly, her face flushed. The rascal snatched her shopping bag and pulled out a bottle
of Durex sex lubricant! She couldn't believe her eyes and panicked, quickly
saying , "Auntie will give you some pocket money, okay? Don't tell anyone." As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had spoken
too quickly and made a serious mistake! The rascal waved his smartphone in front of her.

The second mistake followed quickly. The wife tried to win them over with the pudding and cheesecake she'd made that morning,
inviting them inside for a snack. As soon as the boys entered, they ransacked the house, finding her lingerie,
sex toys hidden away, and pornographic books (parents everywhere hide things
the same way ). The wife was furious, her face turning red and then pale; she wanted to disappear into a hole.

After that, these boys came to the house every day, naturally using the pretext of theft to coerce her
into fulfilling their fantasies about adult women, bombarding her with both soft and hard tactics. Finally, she succumbed to
the pressure and was persuaded to wear lingerie, hold various sex toys, and pose in obscene positions based on
pictures to satisfy their desires.

But all of this was photographed and videotaped and saved on their phones; the total number of provocative
and exceeded one hundred.

On an autumn afternoon, my wife was kneeling naked on all fours, with a chubby little boy riding her like
a horse. A chain was around her neck, and a bunch of green celery was inserted into her anus as a tail.
She was being treated like a human-shaped dog!

"How boring! Is there any other fun way to play with this sow?"
Another wicked boy sitting in a chair asked his skinny friend, who was squatting behind her and wearing black-rimmed
Conan . But he didn't have time to answer; he was busy stuffing a
dark purple eggplant he'd brought from the refrigerator into my wife's anus.

My wife writhed in pain, yet she was also indulging in the pleasure of being abused, especially
being played with by a boy almost two decades younger than her. This feeling of moral depravity often made her
feel extremely heavy-hearted when she was alone, but every day she eagerly awaited the doorbell to ring and hear the voice saying, "Can I come over to your
house?"

A sharp pain jolted the wife back to reality. The chubby boy was trying to replace the eggplant with a cucumber and stuff it into her
vagina . "No! No!" the wife cried out in anguish. "My little sister will break! My husband will find out!
Waaah..."

"I'll stop if you want us to take you outside for a walk," the little
rascal said, holding the leash.

The wife, while filming herself voluntarily becoming their human dog and asking her owner to take her for a walk
, diligently stuffed the cucumber and eggplant into her vagina and anus respectively. If she behaved well,
her owner would reward her with a penis.

This woman was so naive; she hadn't even noticed that the lubricant in the shopping bag had been secretly slipped into her bag by them while she was distracted in the drugstore
. Originally, it was just a prank to embarrass the adults,
but she ended up with such a fun pet—no, a slutty sow. On their way home, the mischievous children were excitedly
discussing and agreeing to visit pornographic websites to find new ways to discipline their children.

The scene shifted back to my wife lifting her long skirt to her waist, bending over, and crawling into the room on her knees. They pulled her
onto the bed, removed her skirt, pulled her stockings down to her knees, placed a broom under her legs
, and secured it with a rope, forcing her to lie wide apart . Next, they pulled her hands behind her back, folded them together, and tied them securely. Then, they took a pair of disposable
bamboo chopsticks and ordered her to open her mouth and bite down on them as a gag. They then tied the rope, pre-attached to the right end of the chopsticks, around the back of her head and tied it to the left end, securing it firmly so she had no chance to scream. Finally, they took another rope, tied it above her breasts, wrapped it around her neck, crossed it, and then around her chest, tightening the rope and tying a knot. They then threaded one end of the rope through her cleavage. This time…

The ropes tied below and above her breasts were tightened, causing her breasts to bulge outwards.
They were firmly bound, and the day's bondage training began.

The wife felt her breasts were much larger than usual; she had never imagined they would become so
large. It was probably related to the daily training and the absorption of a lot of young semen over the past few months! Thinking of
this made her vagina itch and excited, causing her to ignore and avoid
what was about to happen.

She saw a laptop placed in front of her, the camera pointed at her genitals.
The woman was completely exposed, her three points fully revealed. There were flashing marquees and text chat
windows on the screen. She wanted to stop it, but couldn't speak, only shouting in her heart.

(Twenty-three) The Bizarre and Bizarre Child Game (Part Two)

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(Twenty-four) Is Seeking an Encounter Again a Mistake?

Character Introductions (all names are pseudonyms; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental):

Brother Cheng (Zhenyu): Me. Sister Jiang (Rouxuan): My wife, and the female protagonist of "
The Story ." Xiao Xing (Mengfan): Undergraduate degree in Fine Arts; met Brother Cheng/Sister Jiang in Fenghuang Ancient Town.
Sincere and down-to-earth, with scholarly and artistic qualities. Slightly melancholic, about 1.7 meters tall,
medium to thin.

Xiao Ma (Yingxin): Undergraduate degree in Educational Science; Xiao Xing's college roommate, later joined Xiao Xing's
entrepreneurial project. Thoughtful and innovative, supposedly 1.6 meters tall; her appearance and slightly plump figure are endearing
and approachable, making people feel comfortable and at ease.

Scene Introduction:

A county-level city in southern Jiangsu Province near the Yangtze River. Economic activities are mainly based on local mainland-funded enterprises and foreign-invested auto parts
production. There are not many migrant workers; the local population structure is transitioning into a middle-class
economy .

The story takes place in a newly developed residential area with a kindergarten, primary school, and complete living facilities. Most of the residents are
dual-income families born in the 1980s.

(Twenty-four) Is the renewed search for an encounter a mistake?

(Chapter One) Life is full of unexpected encounters.

"Honey! The phone is ringing~"

I slowly strolled over, glanced at it,
and but my hand still involuntarily swiped to answer it.

"Brother Cheng~~ This is Mengfan, do you remember me?" A warm greeting pulled my memory back to
the summer of Phoenix four years ago.

"Wife, guess who's calling?" I asked with a smile.

My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "If I could tell who's calling just by the ringtone, I would have gone into
the stock market long ago (cherish life, stay away from the stock market), why would I be sitting here wasting time watching Korean dramas!"

"It's Mengfan~~" I said, and in that instant, I saw in my wife's face that she had returned to
the memories of Phoenix Ancient Town.

A few days later, Mengfan and I were chatting in the break room of an empty room. The previous tenant of this room was a real estate
agent, but the housing market downturn caused his business to fail,
leaving some OA furniture before disappearing.

Mengfan was there because he was also a victim. After finishing his daytime job at the kindergarten, he came to this
company to help modify sales and rental information, and also did website maintenance and some paperwork. As a result,
his boss ran away, causing him to lose a week's wages.

Coincidentally, the landlord was also Mengfan's landlord. Seeing that he was honest, the landlord
gave him the keys to the shop on the first floor. If someone needed to look after the shop, the landlord wouldn't have to travel all the way here; he could
just .

We drank coffee as Mengfan recounted his experiences over the past few days. Since their parting in Fenghuang
, the Fenghuang County government, obsessed with making money, implemented new regulations for charging admission to the ancient town, causing a sharp drop in tourists and
leading to the closure of the bar where he worked. So he left Fenghuang for Yiwu, where he
met a girl he'd met under a covered bridge in her hometown, ending their exhausting long-distance relationship.

But this was just the beginning of the pain. Their sweet time together didn't last long; the next few
years were filled with arguments. The reason was that the girl was a spoiled brat! If Mengfan didn't do what she wanted, she
would immediately throw a tantrum. But with Mengfan's melancholic, artistic personality, he wouldn't talk back or
react much, making arguments impossible and only fueling her anger! Over time, the rift grew wider.

Six months ago, the girl came to this city to help her brother with his business, and Mengfan naturally followed,
finding a job as an art teacher and general laborer at a kindergarten in the same neighborhood. But things didn't improve; they eventually
broke up , and the girl returned to her hometown to get married.

Mengfan originally planned to contact me after everything settled down, but fate played a trick on him, and now he plans to say goodbye before
leaving the city. As for which city he's going to, he can't say. "
I might as well go back to my hometown and become a teacher!" he said casually.

I sighed, stood up, and looked around the room (Note 1). I opened each room and looked at
the bathroom , counted the number of floor tiles to calculate the actual size of the room, and finally glanced at the
remaining office furniture. I pondered for a moment and calculated a rough expense ledger, then
said a question to him, who looked puzzled.

"Mengfan, how about starting your own business and becoming your own boss?"

Additional information: The

house is a duplex on the first floor of the complex. The house has a rectangular structure. The left side is divided into an after-school care center and
an art studio plus kitchen. The garage is on the right front, and the bathroom and two rooms are at the back. The simplified diagram is as follows:

Back door, kitchen/tea room, Xiao Xing's room

(painting area), Xiao Ma's room (

classroom), bathroom ( after-school care), toilet (classroom), car stairs, front door, garage. I shared my thoughts with Mengfan, saying, "In China, the three types of people whose money is easiest to earn are the elderly, women, and children. But making money requires the right methods and a proper combination of people, time, place, and resources..." In the following days , after work, Mengfan conducted research on the community based on my key points:

1. The number of children attending kindergarten and primary school, and the number of elderly people sitting on the roadside. 2.
How many after-school care centers and extracurricular classes are there in the community, and how many students are picked up after class? 3. What is the scope and
content , how much human resources are invested, and what is the quality of the environment? 4. What are the fees and operating days, and what are the teaching staff
like? 5. Other…

After collecting enough preliminary information, a business plan was immediately established: Phase 1. Two art classes;
Class A 2/4, Class B 1/3, Saturday morning make-up classes, maximum of six to eight students per class.

Phase 2. One tutoring class; Monday to Friday, 4-6 PM and 6-8 PM,
maximum of six to eight students.

Phase 3.

The art class teacher is to be determined, naturally Meng Fan; for the tutoring class, Xiao Xing will ask her university classmates to look for a teacher, and then a
part-time cleaning to help with cleaning. As long as the monthly rent, utilities, and housekeeper's expenses can be kept under six thousand, there can be
a basic profit. It's not about making a lot of money, but by combining living and working, at least rent, food, and living expenses can be saved
. Plus, he still has a regular job, so life can be manageable. At least he can take the first step and
feel his way across the river.

A week later, Mengfan negotiated a good price with the landlord, signed a two-year lease, and got an extra fifteen
days for renovation.

(Chapter Two) A woman's sentiments are always poetic .

Time rewinds to the day of signing the contract. That evening, I invited Mengfan to dinner at one of my favorite elegant private Western
restaurants to wish him a good start. After all, I was the one who got him into this business; success was the only
option! Naturally, his wife couldn't refuse.

In the afternoon, I was alone in front of the TV watching the latest Japanese anime series, while
listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room. The room was unusually quiet, without a sound.

Rouxuan knew her figure had become slightly plump, her breasts were no longer as firm,
and her buttocks, which she was most proud of, were not as perky as they used to be. The only pride she could maintain was that she had a loving husband and her
innate elegance, which still attracted many men at first glance.

I gently pushed open the door to remind her that it was getting late. Rouxuan sighed softly, but I still heard
her! She examined her face in the mirror, carefully checking that her neatly shaped eyebrows and lightly rouged cheeks were
perfect before applying Estée Lauder lipstick with satisfaction.

She pursed her lips, wiped away the excess lipstick, and walked gracefully to the full-length mirror, looking at her naked
body . Her skin was still fair and soft, the only colors that contrasted sharply with her fair skin were her neatly styled
black pubic hair and her smooth black hair.

To elongate her figure, Rouxuan deliberately chose a pair of strappy high heels about 7 or 8 centimeters high.
The height of the heels instantly tensed her muscles, making her figure vaguely resemble what it was four years ago.

Satisfied, Rouxuan twirled around, kicked off her heels, and then put on white garter belts.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she deftly slipped on ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, starting from her toes. Her movements were incredibly delicate,
as if afraid accidentally ripping the stockings.

Next, she put on a supportive bra, carefully tucking in any underarm fat to
create a larger and more beautiful bust shape. This type of near-half-length strapless bra was Rouxuan's favorite; it not only counteracted
the effects of gravity but also allowed her breasts to breathe. Especially when wearing a dress, she didn't have to worry about the
shoulder straps constantly showing, which would be very uncomfortable.

Especially in recent years, with the weather getting hotter and hotter, she developed the habit of wearing only a
long , with nothing underneath. If she went out in a dress,
she wouldn't wear underwear unless there was a risk of exposure. It was both breathable and cool, and also good for feminine hygiene.

Rouxuan slipped on a light-colored floral Zara dress and walked out of the room, her face showing
a hint of nervousness, yet also radiating the glow of a woman in love.

I knew what she was thinking! The memory of Phoenix four years ago was too beautiful for her,
and that's why she hesitated. Women always want to present their best side to men
, but four years always leaves some marks on the body.

Besides, a reunion after so many years would always be a little awkward, after all, Mengfan was
the man who had seen her most private parts and enjoyed every inch of her skin!

"Sister Xuan, long time no see, Mengfan really missed you!" Just that simple and straightforward sentence immediately
dispelled all the doubts in his wife's heart.

What followed was frighteningly smooth; the four-year gap seemed to vanish without a trace, continuing directly to
the last day of that year without the slightest hint of awkwardness or unease. The three of us enjoyed a delightful
dinner until a call from my client interrupted our lively conversation.

The air, fresh from the rain, was pleasantly cool. I stood in the small garden outside the restaurant, answering
my client's call while watching Mengfan and my wife enjoying dessert inside. From the window, they
appeared to be attending a business dinner. Rouxuan was no longer
the woman who looked to be in her early thirties four years ago; her figure and movements were different from those of a younger woman. The closest description would be a combination of a modern-day "ageless
beauty" and a character from a Japanese adult film.

However, upon closer observation of their interaction, it resembled a social gathering between an older woman and a younger man—
or, to put it bluntly, a potential lover.

Turning my attention back to the two people at the restaurant, their expressions seemed unchanged as they talked
, but my wife's body language beneath the table revealed subtle clues: Rouxuan unconsciously crossed her
legs alternately, the high heel of the crossed foot hanging precariously on its toe, swaying back and forth.
If it wasn't because the shoe was too high and tight, causing her foot to need some relief, then her heart
was definitely fluttering.

Suddenly, the shoe hanging on Rouxuan's toe flew off due to the force of the movement, I imagine it must have made a
loud "clang," because even the customers at other tables turned to see what was happening! She blushed with embarrassment
, while Mengfan smiled and bent down to pick up the shoe, holding Rouxuan's delicate foot in one hand and slipping the shoe
back onto her foot with the other.

Their intimate actions were clearly visible to me, and the customer's voice on the microphone faded into the distance.

At this moment, my thoughts had already jumped to the subsequent developments and changes, and I felt a little jealous, plus my mind was filled with...
At the same time, a bad idea was on my mind.

After hanging up the phone, I smiled slightly and returned to the restaurant.

(25) The way to raise a wife heroine Character

introduction (all names are pseudonyms, any resemblance is purely coincidental): Brother Cheng (Zhenyu): Me Jiang Jie
(Rouxuan): My wife, also? The story of training a wife in mainland China? Heroine Mengfan (Mengfan):
Met Brother Cheng/Sister Jiang in Fenghuang Ancient Town.

Xiao Ma (Yingxin): Mengfan's college roommate, who will soon join Mengfan's entrepreneurial plan.

=======================Chapter 3 Please make love to my wife==================

Me, my wife, and Mengfan opened a bottle of red wine at the small round table next to the kitchen and raised our glasses to congratulate Mengfan on
a new beginning. Once the drinks started, the conversation flowed freely. Mengfan began recounting his
life after my wife and I left Fenghuang. Less than a month after we left, he met a girl from Zhejiang who was also
visiting . As the bar business plummeted, he left Fenghuang and moved to the girl's hometown
to live with her, trying to develop a relationship with marriage in mind, intending to settle down there.

However, things didn't go smoothly. Mengfan and the girl's relationship was fraught with problems, and
the girl 's parents also interfered, eventually leading to cold remarks from the girl's family and relatives.
This made Mengfan feel very uncomfortable.

Frankly, I suspect the girl still liked him, so she and Mengfan agreed to temporarily leave their hometown
and come to this city for a while. As described earlier, things eventually turned out
differently; they broke up.

But I had a vague feeling that the girl was just a substitute for Mengfan during his emotional void. The constant arguments
must the girl discovering that there was still an unopened door in Mengfan's heart, or a private space he wouldn't allow her in. I
understood this, and Mengfan and my wife naturally understood as well.

The sudden phone call was a lifesaver, allowing everyone to focus on the inexplicable problem
. I went out the back door of the kitchen and walked around to the concrete floor at the back of the house, continuing to discuss
the problems that had persisted since the evening, analyzing the causes, asking the client for detailed information about the issues, and urging them
to try various solutions.

The two people inside the house got up from the small round table in perfect unison, turned off the kitchen light, and went straight into Mengfan's
room. From outside, I saw the curtains being roughly pulled shut; that action alone suggested
the person who drew the curtains was in a great hurry! I started imagining what would happen after they entered the room. A
sudden surge of heat ran through my lower abdomen, and I desperately wanted to rush in and see what was going on.

But the client was my livelihood, so I had to patiently answer their questions before ending the
technical support call. As I hung up, a thought flashed through my mind: I might have to make a trip to
the client's company.

===

... I heard my wife's breathing quicken, and then Mengfan reached behind her and deftly unhooked her white bra, revealing her breasts. He caressed her breasts, which were slightly larger than when he had held them years ago, with one hand, while the other casually stroked her ample buttocks. My wife even obediently raised her buttocks to match his caresses— a gesture of pure jealousy! Rouxuan, now completely naked except for stockings and pantyhose, was about to witness what all three of them had been anticipating… At that moment, Mengfan stood up, spread his legs, and straddled Rouxuan's chest. From the movement, it was clear he was rubbing his penis against her lips. I remembered that Mengfan's penis wasn't longer than mine, and it was thinner, with a smaller glans. As I recalled this, Rouxuan had already raised her head to Mengfan's lower abdomen, grasping , her soft lips only centimeters away from the swollen glans. "Will Rouxuan give him oral sex?" I was absolutely certain. Mengfan guided Rouxuan's head towards his penis, and she took the opportunity to stroke it a few more times. Then, she opened her small mouth and slowly took Mengfan's glans into her mouth glistened wetly. Seeing his wife take a man's penis into her mouth was incredibly stimulating. Mengfan couldn't resist thrust his hips forward, inserting his slender penis into Rouxuan's mouth. This caused her to tremble with excitement and let out a soft, coquettish moan. Mengfan's penis filled Rouxuan's mouth completely, and she carefully sucked, swallowing and releasing in rhythm with his hip movements. Mengfan held Rouxuan's head with both hands and began to thrust in and out of her mouth, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed, accompanied by soft, wet sounds. As Mengfan 's thrusting became faster and faster, Rouxuan let out moaning sounds, indistinguishable between pain and excitement. Suddenly, Mengfan swiftly withdrew his penis. He hadn't had sex with a woman in so long, and the intense foreplay and oral sex had him on the verge of ejaculation. Rouxuan groaned, "Mengfan, don't ejaculate! I want you to penetrate me later!" Her words only fueled he unleashed a torrent of thick, fishy-smelling white semen onto her hair, face, and chest! From the moment they entered the room until Mengfan ejaculated, only about ten minutes had passed—a fleeting moment! ========================Chapter Four: Welcome to the Bathroom=====================

Rouxuan got out of bed first and went to the bathroom. The bathroom door wasn't closed, just ajar. A
few minutes later, I heard the sound of water running; I guessed my wife was taking a shower. Mengfan also left the room at this time.
Seeing me sitting in the studio, he gave me an awkward smile. I generously gestured to him with my right hand facing
upwards towards the bathroom and said, "Go help Sister Xuan take a shower!"

Mengfan quickly took off his clothes and followed me into the bathroom (no wonder Rouxuan didn't close the door). He was also considerate enough
not to close it. I really wanted to follow him in, but I knew this was a crucial moment, and I couldn't
ruin it. But I honestly slipped to the bathroom door to continue enjoying the upcoming erotic scene.

The bathroom had a separate wet and dry area. At the entrance was the sink, then a low cement wall separated
the toilet area, and finally, there was a glass-enclosed shower stall. Besides the sound of running water, I could hear their
panting and the sounds of them kissing and sucking. Unfortunately, the steam from the glass stall made it increasingly difficult for me to see
their figures clearly! Only a faint glimpse could be seen of his wife's hand gripping Mengfan's penis. It seemed less like she was washing it
and more like she was trying to make it hard.

Their conversation was intermittently muffled by the sound of the showerhead, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Only fragmented pleas for sex could be heard.

"Mengfan, I want you to put it in..." This was his wife's request.

"Sister Xuan...wait a minute...I'll be hard soon,"

Mengfan's words were clearly audible; young people really do have less stamina!

More steam condensed on the glass than before, blurring the images so much that only rough
outlines of bodies could be seen. The two caressed and played with each other in the bathroom, changing positions frequently. Mengfan was kneeling
on the floor, burying his head between Rouxuan's legs and licking her vulva, while Rouxuan rubbed her breasts and
stimulated her clitoris with her other hand. As Mengfan's tongue moved faster, her cries
rose in pitch: "Mmm...oh...hurry up and put your hand in."

Rouxuan's body language said it all. She swayed her plump, white buttocks, grabbing Mengfan's
penis head and rubbing it against her vulva while passionately kissing and embracing him, lost in a state of ecstasy.
Clearly , my wife was completely aroused and engrossed!

The glass door to the shower was suddenly pulled open, and a large amount of steam rushed out along with the two of them
. The steam in the enclosed space, combined with their passion, made it almost impossible for them to breathe.
After the hot and cold air circulated and stabilized, objects in their vision became incredibly clear, like the morning sun silently
erasing the morning mist.

Mengfan caressed Rouxuan's bare back from behind, gently licking her
earlobe . That was one of Rouxuan's most sensitive spots; just being licked or having breath on it would make her close her eyes and quietly
enjoy the pleasurable sensation.

Meanwhile, Mengfan's hands weren't idle. He used his slender fingers to trace circles on Rouxuan's waist,
buttocks , and lower abdomen, touching her irregularly and randomly.

"Sister Xuan, does it feel good?" he asked softly. "Very good," Rouxuan answered with her eyes closed.

Mengfan slowly increased the force of his caresses, occasionally asking Rouxuan,

"Is it too hard? Is this comfortable?"

"Yes... comfortable... a little lower... um... a little lighter," Rouxuan replied.

Rouxuan's aroused desire continued to build, her rationality had collapsed, every part of her skin
and senses was at its highest point, and her unconscious moans began to
escape .

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I saw Rouxuan's lower body move forward to meet him. Mengfan tried to use a forward-standing position, but then
withdrew his penis and gestured for Rouxuan to turn around and change positions. She obediently turned her body, half-
lying on the toilet tank with her hands, her buttocks sticking out backward. The rear-entry position allowed for a smooth and easy insertion of his penis into Rouxuan's
body , and Rouxuan let out another "hmm."

While penetrating Rouxuan's vagina from behind, Mengfan pressed his body forward and began to knead her bell-shaped breasts, which were drooping due to
gravity . The more intense the movements,
the louder Rouxuan's moans became. From Mengfan's expression, it was clear that Rouxuan's vagina was contracting and relaxing, pressing against his penis,
like an octopus's hole described in erotic novels, trying to squeeze out Mengfan's semen.

Mengfan forcibly suppressed the urge to ejaculate, temporarily withdrawing his penis to catch his breath, and then switched
positions with Rouxuan. He lowered the toilet lid, then sat on it, gesturing for Rouxuan to straddle him. At this
moment, Mengfan lifted Rouxuan's legs high, placing them on his shoulders. Rouxuan's entire body was completely
embraced by him, leaving her at his mercy.

This position allowed Mengfan's penis to penetrate Rouxuan's body more deeply. Rouxuan's moans and Mengfan's
upward thrusting movements echoed each other. After countless deep thrusts, both Mengfan and Rouxuan
trembled together, their penises and vaginas contracting simultaneously. Mengfan once again ejaculated a full load of semen into Rouxuan's vagina. Mengfan
's penis thrust for about ten times before finally ejaculating inside her, and he finally lowered Rouxuan's legs onto his body with satisfaction
.

After Mengfan and Rouxuan's lust and passion subsided, Rouxuan got up first to clean her genitals.
Mengfan's semen flowed down Rouxuan's thighs from her vagina. I noticed that the
amount and consistency of Mengfan's ejaculation this time were significantly less than what he had sprayed on Rouxuan's face earlier, but the frenzied and stimulating performance in the bathroom excited me far
more than the previous time!

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