[Wife's Poison] Chapter Fifteen - Chrysanthemums Fall and Buttocks Wounded

15. Chrysanthemums Fall, Buttocks Wounded
The world was shrouded in a hazy white light. I sweated profusely, thrusting my lower body, slamming into the crevice between two fleshy mountains of

buttocks . The woman before me knelt, her sloping shoulders, slender waist, and wide hips causing her pear-shaped body

to lurch forward with each powerful thrust. Her wine-red hair, like blood, cascaded down her pale neck. This was clearly not

a woman I knew, yet I felt as if I'd seen her somewhere before. She slowly turned her head. It was a terrifying, ghostly

face !
"Ah!" I awoke with a start.
"Honey, you had another nightmare?" My wife, Mengchan, reached out and tightly embraced my waist as I lay on my side.
I stiffened, wanting to push her away, but not wanting to upset her further, I refrained.
After a while, Mengchan sat up, then took a pair of underwear from the bedside table and made me change.
This wasn't the first time I'd had such a terrifying erotic dream; each time I woke up terrified, my underwear was soaked with semen.

After my wife helped me change, she tried to snuggle closer, but I got up.
Pushing open the balcony door, I realized it was still raining heavily outside. The rain poured down, but it couldn't wash away

the fear .
In the cold darkness, my heart was exposed to the cruel hand of time, the wind and rain whipping at my fragmented thoughts, one by

one , listening to the shattering sounds within my heart, petal by petal…
The events of the past two months felt like yesterday. My thoughts shattered in the void, drifting back to

that anxious October.
My eyes ached; the glaring fluorescent light was dazzling. White walls, white sheets, a white bed.

I suddenly woke up, realizing I was in a hospital. The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils,

making me feel uncomfortable.
I shifted my foot and saw Mengchan asleep on the edge of the bed, while

Xunmei lay on the opposite bed, seemingly exhausted as well.
Mengchan didn't wake up from my movement; she seemed extremely tired. The white chiffon blouse

looked rather thin on her. In the south, autumn is warm during the day and chilly at night;

wouldn't she be cold wearing such a thin garment?
I quickly got down, picked up my wife, and placed her on the bed. Mengchan finally woke up, saying with some surprise,

"Honey, you're finally awake! I was so scared!" As she spoke,

tears welled up in her panda eyes from staying up all night. She buried her head in my chest with love, her shoulders trembling, sobbing uncontrollably.
I habitually stroked my wife's hair and beautiful back. How did I end up in the hospital? Wasn't I at a class

reunion ?
"You guys don't know, do you? That beauty knew something happened and rushed to beg the young master not to tell anyone.

In the end, she even offered to sleep with him for one night!" These words seemed to pierce my mind like a curse

, my forehead throbbed with pain, and my chest felt heavy. "Cough!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, splattering

onto my wife's white clothes and the snow-white medical blanket, the crimson spots like blood-stained plum blossoms in the cold winter!
"Husband, you, you're vomiting blood again? Doctor, I'll go get the doctor." Mengchan quickly got up to call the doctor

. Her small feet were still wearing flesh-colored stockings, and she hadn't had time to put on shoes before getting out of bed and

running towards the door.
"Husband, why are you vomiting blood again? Waaah..." Xunmei was startled awake and quickly got out of bed,

rushing to my side and taking out tissues to wipe the blood from my mouth.
"It's nothing." I smiled sadly. Whether my wife Mengchan had framed Xunmei or cheated on me,

these two questions had been like blood flukes crawling into my heart, causing excruciating pain.
Mengchan walked in at this moment. Her stockinged foot stepped on the cold floor. Would she catch a cold?

Damn it! Why should I care about her? If she's no longer pure, how can you still pity her, still cherish her?
A conflict arose in my heart, and I blamed myself for being so petty. Why take something so unverified

so seriously?
The doctor followed Mengchan into the ward. He pried open my eyelids and carefully

examined
the doctor off, Mengchan quickly came to my side and, together with Xunmei, helped me change my hospital gown.
I looked at her with some disgust, but my wife didn't notice.
Mengchan herself had more blood on her body, but she was in a hurry to change my clothes, which touched me somewhat.

Looking at the two beautiful women before me, I felt a pang of melancholy. I had thought I would live happily ever after with these two beauties

, but then I heard those words at a class reunion. Those words from my classmate were like sharp

daggers, stabbing into my heart again and again; my heart still aches faintly to this day.
Some say that the most beautiful years are about who you meet, and the deepest sorrows are about who you miss. My

life these past few years seems to be repeating this saying. I met Xunmei, and then I missed Xunmei. I met my wife, but

must I break up with her again?
Time sometimes flies by like sand in an hourglass, but other times it feels like sitting on a hot stove,

every second unbearable. Finally discharged from the hospital, my mood eased a little; at least I didn't have to endure the

awful smell of disinfectant.
I was finally discharged, but my wife, Mengchan
, insisted I rest at home for a few days. In the morning, my parents-in-law left very early.
I sat listlessly on the sofa watching TV, while my wife, Mengchan, also went out. She was dressed very glamorously,

wearing a white silk collared shirt over a red collarless, low-cut knit sweater.

The shirt collar was pulled open, inadvertently revealing her smooth, jade-like collarbone—sexy and alluring. Her high,

firm breasts trembled slightly beneath her red knitted sweater with each step in her high heels. Pale blue eyeshadow was

adorned with mascara, her long, curled lashes resembling willow branches that seemed to nourish the autumn waters of her face.
Beneath her high, straight nose, her thin lips were painted with pale pink lipstick, meticulously outlined, and her

small mouth curved into a captivating smile.
Mengjuan praised her sister's impeccable style before waving goodbye to us as she went to work. Her
sister-in-law was equally stunning, dressed in a business suit, her face bare of makeup. Even with her natural beauty, Mengjuan couldn't hide her

captivating charm. After all, she shared a face identical to her wife's.
Where was Mengchan going? Why was she dressed so carefully? Was she really going to see her lover? A pang of

pain shot through me. Should I follow her?
I made up my mind and followed her anyway.
My wife, Mengchan, waved goodbye, saying she was going to a friend's party. She told me to rest well; she had

originally intended to take me, but I needed to recuperate and regretfully couldn't come.
I took a taxi, following my wife's Lexus. The driver remained silent, following

the black sedan closely. He'd probably seen it all before—wives cheating, husbands following—it just provided taxi

drivers with more opportunities to make money.
But to my surprise, Mengchan really was going to a party. It seemed like everyone there was female, and

most of them looked married. My wife naturally had her own circle of friends; her coming here was perfectly normal. The party

was held in a small garden house. I found a secluded spot and observed for a while, but didn't notice anything unusual

. Feeling a little disappointed yet relieved, I gave a self-deprecating smile and then took a taxi home.
I went home feeling relieved, keeping my classmate's ambiguous words to myself.
I sat alone on the sofa, bored, watching a mindless TV show. Everyone else was at work, and

I was all alone—it was so depressing.
That afternoon, my mother-in-law, Mingyue, unexpectedly returned. The front door faced my direction.
I saw she was wearing a black off-the-shoulder skirt, the narrow hem clinging tightly to her gray

stockings, making her buttocks appear even more rounded and pert. She wore a black polka-dot

ruffled vest, revealing a deep, alluring cleavage. A platinum necklace boldly

explored the seductive crevice.
Seeing her looking at me, I quickly met her gaze, afraid she'd notice my secret observation.
"Daren, you're home? It's so hot, my legs are so sore." Without even changing into slippers, she

sat down and bent down to untie the straps of her high heels. My eyes were glued

to her snow-white breasts like chewing gum. Ugh! My mother-in-law wasn't wearing a bra; her ample breasts sagged under gravity, like

inverted bells. Only her areolas were hidden by her clothes.
As if she knew I was looking at her, she looked up and gave me a seductive glance. Her eyes were electrifying, a gleaming

light shining directly into mine. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away, avoiding her gaze.
"Yeah, I'm home. A little bored, watching TV for a bit," I quickly replied, snapping out of my daze.
Only then did I notice that my mother-in-law had taken off her high heels, and her pair of sore, gray-stockinged feet were resting on

the coffee table. The thin, translucent gray stockings made of core-spun silk seemed to have been coated with a pale gray paint

.
"Daren, could you massage Mom's feet? I stood all day at the year-end business meeting; my feet are so sore!"

Mingyue said coquettishly, looking at me. This wasn't how a mother-in-law should behave! This was pure seduction!
I wanted to refuse, but I felt it was a pity, especially since all my elders asked me to do was massage their feet.
I'm already obsessed with beautiful feet; these gray-stockinged, fleshy feet, with their pungent, sour odor,

are like a deadly poison. In my mind, beautiful feet are a woman's second genitalia. With such beautiful flesh before me, I couldn't help but swallow

hard.
"Okay, then, I'll massage them for you." I got up and walked to my mother-in-law's side, then squatted down.
I gently lifted my mother-in-law Mingyue's fleshy feet. Those stockinged feet, already soaked with sweat, were somewhat slippery, warm

, and soft—they felt incredibly fleshy to the touch!
I touched them gently, almost unconsciously, and my mother-in-law let out a soft moan. I looked up

at her; her eyes were slightly closed, as if she were enjoying it. Her cheeks were a little red, I couldn't tell if it was from the heat

or from my caress.
A sheer gray stocking covered these fleshy feet. The ten toes, painted with scarlet nail polish, tensed slightly from the

itch , their sensual knuckles almost bursting through the stockings.
If these stockinged feet belonged to my wife, Mengchan, I would have buried my face in their soles long ago. But these were

her mother's small feet; I dared not.
I gently massaged my mother-in-law's soles, the soft flesh pressing against my knuckles, moist and slippery.

The faint odor of her feet filled my nostrils, and my penis actually hardened.
"Oh! Whew!" My mother-in-law's voice was slightly breathless, sometimes even letting out a moan of pleasure.
"Son-in-law, your skills are quite good! My daughter is so lucky to have such a good husband like you,"

my mother-in-law said, her eyes slightly closed, panting.
"Mom, don't work so hard all the time. Let Dad go out more. Women are better off staying home and enjoying life

," I replied casually, my soul completely captivated by those fleshy feet.
"Hmph, your dad's just like that, let's not talk about him." My mother-in-law curled her lip in disdain.
Suddenly, because I was massaging her feet too hard, she couldn't help but lift her leg up. My head was

very close , and one of them even slid past my mouth and nose. Instantly, a salty, fishy, sour, and pungent leather smell mixed with a woman's fragrance

filled my nostrils, and my penis became even harder. I secretly glanced at my mother-in-law and found that she didn't seem to care;

her eyes were still slightly closed. I quickly licked the remaining sweat from her small feet with my tongue, trying to retain

the scent of her feet. That unique scent penetrated my bones like hormones, and my lower body ached a little . My

penis, pressed against my pants, was as hard as iron.
After massaging my mother-in-law's feet, I was a little afraid to stand up. If I stood up, my mother-in-law would definitely notice the bulge in

my penis.
"Daren, what's wrong? Why are you still squatting?" My mother-in-law
asked, somewhat puzzled. "Mom, I've been squatting for too long, my legs are numb. Let me rest for a bit before getting up," I said somewhat embarrassed.
"Let me help you up." My mother-in-law actually stood up, her fleshy feet in stockings stepping on the plush carpet

as she walked towards me.
She supported one of my arms with her hand, and a faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from her, but I didn't have time to inhale it

. I was sticking my rear end out, trying hard to hide my bulging crotch from her, unaware that this

posture only made my embarrassing state more obvious.
I glanced at my mother-in-law, Mingyue, out of the corner of my eye. A blush rose on her jade-like face, and her bright, almond-shaped

eyes were fixed on my erection with infatuation. She was very close to me, and the patch of white at her temples was already showing...

A blush rose to my cheeks , and the mature woman's fragrance made me dizzy and feel as if I were floating on clouds. "Are you alright?" My mother-in-law looked at me with her clear, lake-like eyes, her long, fluttering

eyelashes questioning me with a hint of concern.
My face flushed, and I said awkwardly, "I'm fine." My mother-in-law didn't speak again. She turned around and walked

back , and seemingly casually, her hand landed on my erect crotch. My penis jerked, and I almost

ejaculated.
She picked up her high heels and swayed her plump hips to change into slippers.
My eyes were filled with desire as I stared at her swaying buttocks. I didn't know if my mother-in-law had done it on purpose or

unintentionally . I quickly went upstairs to take a shower.
The cold water poured over me, quickly calming my desire. Should I move out and

rent a place somewhere else? I thought to myself.
Back in the room, my daughter Zhenzhen was still fast asleep. She sleeps a lot, and with Mengchan taking care of her, her little face was already

rosy and chubby.
I kissed her adorable cheek, then went downstairs for a walk in the garden outside the villa. Today is Friday,

and I can go to Xunmei's place tomorrow.
Thinking of Xunmei, I couldn't help but think of the rumors about my wife at the class reunion.
"Ring..." A pleasant ringtone sounded, and I answered the phone.
"Brother, I'm coming to X City on a business trip at the end of November. You have to come pick me up!" Zheng Xianyu's cheerful voice came

through.
"Don't be so polite. We haven't gotten together in ages. When you come, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

I couldn't help but look forward to Zheng Xianyu's arrival. He had taken good care of me in my life and studies abroad.
"By the way, didn't I lend you a model last time? Send it over in a few days. I happen to have a project here that I

can use as a reference, and I can also show it to the client first," Zheng Xianyu said.
"Okay, I'll take advantage of this time to go to the company and leave it there." I

kept that model at the company as a teaching tool, often using it to explain classic steel frame support and other

architectural .
"What? You're not at work? Are you sick or on vacation?" Zheng Xianyu didn't know about my coughing up blood.
"It's nothing, just a little cold." I quickly covered it up.
"Brother, take care of yourself! Autumn is the easiest time to catch a cold. That's all for now, I have something to do, I

'll hang up now." I heard Zheng Xianyu hang up the phone.
I checked the time, it was 4 pm. If I went to the company to pick it up and then mailed it, I should be

able to get it done before the post office closed.
I turned around and went home to tell my mother-in-law, then took a taxi to the company.
The taxi stopped downstairs at the company building, I paid the fare, and was about to go upstairs when I saw a Santana parked in front of the library across the street

, and a couple kissing inside.
The man was wearing a casual suit, had medium-length hair, and wore a dazzling earring. He was thin and

frivolous . Although I only saw his profile, this man was clearly the collared man who had raped Xunmei—Li Qiming

!
The woman was in the driver's seat on the other side, so I couldn't see her clearly, but she seemed very familiar.
Without thinking, I rushed over, grabbed the collared man's clothes through the car window, and tried to drag him out and

beat him up.
"Fuck your mother, who are you? You! How is it you? You…" The collared man turned his head, but was too scared

to speak . He immediately started the car, and the beat-up Santana shot off like a taut sword, its speed

astonishing me.
But what shocked me even more was that my wife was sitting in the passenger seat! She was terrified,

as if she had seen a ghost, covering her face with her hands and urging the collared man to drive in a low voice.
I chased after him like a madman, only stopping when the car in front disappeared, and then, exhausted, sat down

in the middle of the road. In that instant, I felt as if the whole world had collapsed!
It was her! I wasn't mistaken. Although she had changed into a dress, her hairstyle, the gold bracelet on her wrist,

and the makeup she had put on that morning were all still there.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed my wife Mengchan's number. The phone

kept no one answered. I dialed twenty or thirty times until my fingers ached terribly before I stopped.
Cars whizzed past, and people occasionally peeked out to look at me, some even yelling at me for

blocking the way, but I ignored them all.
After sitting for a while, I stood up and walked home, completely dejected.
I walked home, arriving after 8 p.m. I saw her

family watching TV in the living room. When Mengchan saw me come in, she got up to help me change my shoes.
I numbly let her do as she pleased; my heart was utterly broken.
But then Mengchan said, "Honey, why did you make so many calls this afternoon? I didn't even notice.

My bag was inside the house; we were having a party outside. What could be so important? When I called

back , your phone was off. Then I rushed home, and Mom said you went to the company, so I went there

to look for you, but the people there said they hadn't seen you." I saw the worry on Mengchan's face; her

concern seemed genuine. Had I imagined it this afternoon? Had I seen my sister-in-law, Mengjuan? I

glanced at Mengjuan; she was quietly playing with her phone, her face bare of makeup, her long, black

hair cascading over one shoulder, a silver bracelet on her wrist swaying gently with her slender fingers

.
Then I looked at my wife; her hair was also silky, but the ends were slightly curled. Her beautiful face was still covered in

makeup, and she wore a gold bracelet on her snow-white wrist!
The person I saw in the car was clearly my wife; everything was exactly the same except for the clothes she was wearing.
Seeing me standing there silently, her pretty face filled with worry, she softly asked if I had

vomited blood . I hadn't told anyone why I was vomiting blood. Mengchan and Xunmei had been trying to ask me, but I hadn't said a word.
I stared at Mengchan's face—it was a mask! What kind of face lay beneath that mask? A

chill .
"Get out of here!" I suddenly shouted angrily, walking upstairs without looking back, leaving my family looking completely

bewildered.
"This! Who gave him the audacity to say such things to my daughter in front of all of us?"

I heard Liu Dongxian say angrily.
"Daren was fine this afternoon, did something happen?" My mother-in-law, Mingyue,

asked with some doubt.
I went upstairs to pick up my suitcase to pack my clothes, but found that Mengchan had already followed me up.
"Honey, did I do something wrong to make you angry?" Mengchan grabbed my arm and

said fearfully, but there was no remorse on her face, as if nothing had happened.
"You're such a good actress! I just realized that you're a natural actress! I can't stay here anymore, I'm leaving

tonight , and I'm taking our daughter with me! So you can be with your lover to your heart's content!" I shook off her hand, and my wife's

face turned pale instantly. She looked at me in disbelief, her face full of confusion and sadness.
"Honey, what are you saying? What lover? I went to a party today, you can ask

my girlfriends, they can testify!" Mengchan said with tears in her eyes, feeling extremely wronged.
"Give testimony? To give false testimony? Then tell me, why were you across from my company this afternoon? Why were you sitting in

that Li Qiming's car?" I said angrily, looking at my wife's innocent face, my anger was

burning fiercely!
"Honey, it seems you've misunderstood me. You really saw me in the car of the man who raped Sister Xunmei?"

Mengchan looked incredulous.
"That's right, you were sitting next to that beast, and you two were even kissing! I was looking at you face to face,

but you told that beast to hurry up and drive away, and you two scoundrels just ran away like that. Tell me, how do you explain this?"

I stared intently into Mengchan's eyes, but couldn't see anything. She was too good at pretending.
"Honey, you must have seen wrong. I was at the Mingyuan Xiaoju all day today, and I only went to your company because

I saw your phone number!" Mengchan hurriedly defended herself.
"Then I must be seeing things! That's clearly your face!" I slammed my hand on the table in uncontrollable rage.
"Wah..." My daughter was awakened by my slap and let out a loud cry.
But neither Mengchan nor I paid her any attention.
"My face? Could it be...could it be that bitch Mengjuan?" Mengchan clung to it like a drowning person

grasping at a straw.
"You're shameless! Do you really want to pin your shameful act on your sister? When I saw you

, your hair, everything about you was exactly the same, except for these clothes." I looked at

her with disdain.
"No, that's not me, it must be my sister! I'm going to find her!" Mengchan turned and ran downstairs.
Just then, my parents-in-law and Mengjuan came in.
"You...did you impersonate me? I'll kill you, you bitch!" Mengchan, as if seeing an enemy,

unleashed her Nine Yin White Bone Claw technique to grab her sister Mengjuan's face.
I quickly grabbed my wife, startling my parents-in-law and Mengjuan.
"Waaah...it wasn't me, it really wasn't me, waaah..." Mengchan slumped weakly into my arms,

a pang of pain shooting through me. I truly wished I had been mistaken.
"What are you doing? Is this how you behave?" Liu Dongxian, contrary to his usual gentle demeanor,

was furious.
His mother-in-law, Mingyue, quickly went to pick up her daughter, Zhenzhen. His sister-in-law, Mengjuan, was trembling with fear and

secretly moved to the doorway.
Seeing my wife crying so sadly, the ice in my heart melted.
I held her silently, and my resolve to leave home vanished. In a moment of impulse,

I had even considered separating from my wife, but blood is thicker than water. How could we just part ways like that?
Seeing my wife weeping, my heart felt like an umbrella protecting her.
She is my wife, she is my wife! She is the mother of my child! It's all that bastard playboy's fault, it's all your fault,

you son of a bitch! You not only raped my precious child, but you also slept with my little one. I will avenge this blood feud!

Even his blood cannot wash away my shame!
My hands tightened around Mengchan's waist, and I pressed my head tightly against hers. Mengchan sobbed sadly, her shoulders

shaking, her nose twitching.
We held each other like that for a long time, while my parents-in-law and Mengjuan quietly left with their daughter.
That night, we made love passionately, as if to vent my wife's unease

and my raging anger.
The next day, Mengchan and I went to the company first, picked up the architectural model, mailed it to Zheng Xianyu, and then went to

Xunmei's place. In the car, I remained silent, and my wife dared not speak.
"Sister!" Mengchan's eyes were red, tears of grievance welling up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.
"What's wrong, Chan'er?" Xunmei reached out her soft, white hand and gently stroked my wife's face like a mother.
Mengchan's tears could no longer be held back, falling like a broken string, and she hugged Xunmei tightly.
"Husband, what's wrong, Chan'er? What wronged you?" Xunmei looked up, her eyes filled with pity

.
Seeing Xunmei like this, a surge of anger welled up in my chest.
It was perfect; the mastermind was crying in the victim's arms, while the one who knew the truth could only stand there dumbfounded.
The more Mengchan feigned pitifulness, the fiercer my anger became.
I slammed the door shut and stripped naked like a wild beast. Seeing this, Mengchan and Xunmei blushed

, knowing what was about to happen, and quickly stripped off their clothes as well. Both were beautiful, each
with their own unique charm.
Mengchan's face was like a lotus emerging from water, her waist like a willow swaying in the breeze, her eyebrows like distant mountains, naturally dark, her lips like painted red

. Only her jade-like face was streaked with tears, like a pear blossom in spring rain. Her bright eyes held a faint

melancholy , as if washed clean by sorrow.
Xunmei, on the other hand, had eyes like autumn water, fingers like spring onions, and bare feet, white as frost. Her delicate steps were exquisite,

unparalleled in the world. With the beauty of flowers, the voice of birds, the spirit of the moon, the grace of willows, the bones of jade, and

the skin of ice and snow, she truly is a figure from a painting.
I sat on the black leather sofa, my enormous penis erect. I gestured for Mengchan to come and give me oral sex. She quickly

rushed over, knelt beside my legs, and cupped my penis in her small hands. Her pink

tongue, like a dragon spitting pearls, darted out and slipperyly licked the glans. Her small hands pulled back the foreskin, and then her tongue...

The tip gently outlined the coronal sulcus.

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I looked down at my wife at my feet, a cold glint flashing in my eyes. My penis hardened and plunged deep into her

throat. Mengchan's snow-white neck writhed incessantly, saliva spilling from her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes.

But she endured it, only working even harder to serve my penis with her mouth and tongue.
"Husband, be gentle, Chan'er can't take it." Xunmei quickly came over to persuade me.
But I didn't listen, glancing at the strawberries still on the table. I called Xunmei over to get them for me, I

wanted to eat fruit while fucking this two-faced slut.
Xunmei moved with light, graceful steps, preparing some salt water to soak the strawberries in a porcelain basin. She then brought

over a small bowl of strawberries; the fresh, juicy fruit looked even more plump and translucent in the salt water.
"Baby, use your foot to pass me the strawberries," I said, seeing Xunmei's delicate feet in pink cotton shoes,

her smooth, rounded heels looking so exquisite. My mouth watered.
Xunmei smiled charmingly, giving me a reproachful look. She was truly helpless against my peculiar taste;

who enjoys licking someone else's feet?
Xunmei removed her slippers, her delicate fingers gently picking up a bright red strawberry and placing it on

the instep , then extending her foot. I took it in one bite, the tender, juicy red fruit disappearing

into my mouth. I even licked the instep of Xunmei's foot, eliciting a soft giggle from her.
Xunmei repeatedly offered the strawberry with her small feet. The salt water sprinkled on the back of her feet, like dewdrops on

flowers in the morning. A glistening droplet clung to the sole of her foot, about to drip but not yet. Her five jade-like toes

were neatly aligned, and tiny, fine droplets of water even seeped from the backs of her toes, as if carved from jade. Was that

the fragrant sweat from her feet?
To hold the strawberry flat, Xunmei had bent her jade feet into a beautiful arc, like a crescent

moon.

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I chewed the strawberry in my mouth, then held the beautiful girl's small feet in my hands and kissed them. The sweetness of the strawberry,

the slight saltiness of the salt water, and the fragrance of her fragrant sweat were truly a delicacy!
Xunmei held her rounded thighs firmly with both hands, looking at me with a shy expression.
My tongue began kissing her smooth, jade-like ankles. The slightly protruding fibula of her outer ankle was delicate

and firm, the flesh covering the bone stimulating my tongue even more. The prominent veins, caused by the tautness of her small feet

, added a touch of sensuality to her bare ankles.
My tongue slowly slid down to her silky, smooth instep.

Unlike tattooed, but the entire expanse of snow-white skin was even more translucent. In just a few moments, my saliva had already soaked

Xunmei's instep.
Xunmei then let out a cry, a moan like a call from the depths of hell, so alluring.
Mengchan then spat out my penis, glanced at Xunmei, and seeing me so engrossed in licking Xunmei's

small feet , a hint of disappointment on her face.
I merely glanced at my wife, not asking her to continue giving me oral sex, because my attention was now completely

focused on Xunmei's fragrant little feet.
I then brought my lips to her soft, white big toe and took them into my mouth. My tongue lightly teased the pad of her toe, eliciting a series of throbbing sensations. Then

, my tongue slipped between her toes, and Xunmei moaned repeatedly, her instep arching and her toes clenching tightly together. 　　"Husband, my soles are also very sensitive. Why don't you lick there too?" Xunmei's face was flushed, and she said shyly. 　　I did as she asked and went to her soles. The skin on her soles was very thin, with few lines. The snow-white soles, tinged with pink, wrinkled under the light scraping of my tongue. They were tender, smooth, and exquisite. 　　"You, sit over there first!" I saw Mengchan still kneeling between my legs and pointed to the other side of the sofa , my voice a little cold. 　　"Husband, why are you treating Chan'er like this?" Xunmei looked at . 　　Mengchan forced a smile, walked over, and silently sat at the other end of the sofa, looking at us with some envy. 　　I stood up and let Xunmei sit in my previous spot, placing her beautiful legs on the armrests of the sofa. 　　"Baby, spread your toes and squeeze my cock." I said, standing up and supporting my already erect inserting it between Xunmei's toes. My penis was too big; she could only barely squeeze it a little, but seeing those slender toes resting on my penis was still a pleasing sight. 　　I gently pressed Xunmei's pink toes and pushed her little feet back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my penis. Xunmei was as alluring as silk, her jade hands unable to resist cupping her large breasts and gently kneading them. 　　I then picked up her other foot and placed my penis between her two feet, the already swollen glans appearing and disappearing between her two snow-white soles with each thrust. 　　My penis began to secrete fluid as it was rubbed by her jade-like feet. I scraped all the fluid from my glans onto Xunmei's feet, gently spreading it out. Her snow-white insteps were now even more glistening and translucent. 　　My penis quickly moved between her legs, savoring Xunmei's warm and soft soles, inhaling the alluring fragrance emanating from her feet . 　　Smelling the fragrance and seeing Xunmei, usually so demure and graceful but now overflowing with seductive charm, I felt a dizzying pleasure. My penis trembled, and my semen spilled all over Xunmei's insteps. 　　Xunmei tried to pull her feet away, but I held them firmly in place. 　　"You, come here and eat this!" I said, pointing to the thick . 　　Mengchan immediately acted like a child who had been pampered again, quickly coming over, bending down to take all the semen into her mouth. Her throat moved, and she swallowed the foul-smelling semen completely. 　　Xunmei looked at Mengchan apologetically, gently smoothing his wife's flowing hair. 　　I saw that Mengchan showed no disgust at the semen; her red lips, moistened by the semen, appeared even more delicate.

She was beautiful. But had that pretty little mouth also been used to suck her lover's semen and lick his penis? My

anger flared up again. Seeing her ingratiating smile, I felt even more disgusted.
"Don't you like playing SM? Let's do something interesting!" A

cold , my jealousy like a leech.
Mengchan was both scared and excited. She loved torturing others and being tortured, but she

was afraid she couldn't handle it. She should know my feelings right now. Her fear outweighed her excitement, and her body trembled

involuntarily . But she still whispered, "Okay." Xunmei thought we were going to do something new again and

looked at us curiously.
I had my wife put her head on the sofa and then do a half somersault. This put her

shoulders back, and head on the bottom of the sofa, while her buttocks were on the top edge of the sofa back, making her delicate, red

vagina clearly visible.
My wife looked at me nervously, her cheeks flushed. Her breasts, which weren't very full to begin with,

swelled up from the pressure of my waist. The two nipples on her breasts were already erect, standing straight,

like excited, engorged clitoris.
This slut, I haven't even hit her yet, and she's already aroused.
Mengchan's tender pink vagina was already a little wet. The more she was like this,

the more slutty I felt. The more slutty she was, the easier it was for her to be seduced!
I stretched out my foot and used my right toes to pinch her nipple, with a bit too much force. Her nipple

was as firm yet tender as a silicone pacifier that a baby often sucks on.
My wife, Mengchan, let out a muffled groan, but immediately smiled.
At this moment, I felt a warm, wet sensation on my heel. It turned out that Mengchan had opened her mouth and was gently licking my heel with her little

tongue . My toes were pinching her nipple, and my heel was just touching her little mouth.
My wife looked at me ingratiatingly, and then diligently licked my heel with her little mouth. However, my heels

were calloused, making it difficult to fully appreciate the smoothness of her tongue.
Watching my wife's pink tongue appear and disappear between her lips and my heel, so eager and sensual,

my lust burned even brighter. Suddenly, I kicked Mengchan's breasts hard. Her breasts, already swollen from being pressed against

her waist, were now compressed into a disc, like a fully inflated balloon being squeezed

. Her snow-white skin almost became transparent, revealing clearly the lightning-shaped blue and purple veins.
"Ah!" Mengchan cried out in pain, her face turning pale, but she immediately took my heel back

into her , kissing it repeatedly.
"Honey, don't go so hard. Do you usually play like this?" Xunmei asked

softly .
"It's okay, just this much force, she likes it." I glanced at my wife under my feet with a hint of mockery

.
Mengchan quickly nodded vigorously, feigning excitement.
I pulled my feet back, then unbuckled my belt from the pants next to the sofa. I folded the belt in half, held both ends with my hands,

squeezed them together, and then suddenly pulled hard to the left and right. A crisp "snap" rang out,

startling both women in the room.
"You like sadomasochism, don't you? I'll show you today!" I walked to Mengchan's side and

gently flicked the belt across her delicate buttocks.
"Snap," only a slight blush appeared on her tender skin.
"Please, husband, have mercy on me!" Mengchan said fearfully.
Normally, this lash would be my limit, but this was just a warm-up!
Xunmei watched me nervously from the side. Although she knew we sometimes played sadomasochistic games,

this was the first time she'd seen someone whip her with a belt.
The sadomasochistic games Mengchan and I played before were child's play, mostly verbal stimulation, a world apart from the perverse sadomasochism of

the island nation .
"Spread your asshole!" I commanded coldly.
Mengchan looked at me with some fear, but still stretched out her hands and slowly spread her buttocks apart. Her anus was red and

tender, the fine anal lines tightly contracted into a beautiful chrysanthemum.
I raised the belt again and lashed it hard across Mengchan's anus! Instantly, a clear red mark ran along

her buttocks , all the way to her delicate anus.
Mengchan's anus trembled slightly, her whole body shook, and she looked at me with a pleading expression. I felt a pang of sympathy, but I

hardened my heart and lashed the belt across her anus again and again.
The belt occasionally struck Mengchan's fingers, but she didn't pull back; her hands just trembled slightly

, her buttocks closed slightly, but then she forcefully spread them open again. She clenched her teeth tightly, and

tears were already streaming from her eyes.
Xunmei was stunned, and only then did she come to her senses and quickly came over to stop me.
"You stand aside, today I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson!" I pushed Xunmei aside, and the belt continued to

lash Mengchan's anus hard.
"Husband, please don't do this! You'll hurt Chan'er in that area!" Xunmei persisted, grabbing

my hand again, but I pushed her away even harder.
With that push, Xunmei fell to the ground, her head seemingly hitting something. But I didn't look closely; my heart was with

my wife . I was going to severely punish this adulterous woman!
The belt whistled past, stirring up a chilling wind.
Xunmei tried to stop me again, this time crawling. She seemed unable to stand, but

clung tightly to my legs, pleading for Mengchan's mercy.
My wife, Mengchan, looked at me weakly, her forehead covered in sweat, a sorrowful

look .
However, I seemed oblivious. In the end, my hand ached from hitting her, and my wife Mengchan was

torn and bleeding . A lot of anal flesh was protruding from her anus, the bright red intestinal flesh exposed in pain,

only to be pushed back down by my belt. Gradually, blood seeped from the chrysanthemum.
I remembered the lyrics from the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace": "Chrysanthemums wither, leaving wounds on the ground; your smile has faded; flowers fall, hearts

break ; my thoughts flow silently.
" But wasn't my abused wife before me like this: "Chrysanthemums wither, leaving wounds on your buttocks; your plump buttocks are full of fat; the whip lightly touches your intestines;

blood gushes from your anus."
Seeing my wife's shockingly bloodied chrysanthemum, trembling and writhing helplessly, I finally stopped holding the belt.
I felt a wave of dizziness; there was no pleasure as I had imagined, only a deeper pain.
(To be continued
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