[Watching his wife being raped]

My wife is a primary school teacher, tall and voluptuous with a beautiful and dignified face.
But perhaps you wouldn't expect that when she stands on the podium, lecturing with such seriousness, her

graceful body beneath that elegant, well-fitting business suit is actually straining her thighs together—her vagina and uterus are filled with

thick semen, gushing outwards. A stream of semen has already broken through the covering of her black lace panties,

slowly flowing down her thighs. There is so much semen that it slightly swells her lower abdomen,

and the pressure and effort she puts into tightening her vaginal walls give her waves of pleasure, a constant, slight trembling that originates from her

vagina and rushes to her brain and entire body.
My wife's face and skin turn flushed and hot, the feeling of being rubbed

and sucked , her erect nipples standing out clearly against her outer clothing. Her voice becomes increasingly seductive,

accompanied by soft panting. Unfortunately, the children below the podium are oblivious to this, only the growing number of

parents picking up their children outside the window can see everything clearly. Unlike other classes where most parents were elderly or women,

the parents picking up their children from my wife's class were all robust men. Even the male faculty members showed

unusual interest in this class. They clearly knew that my wife's current alluring demeanor was due to their

efforts throughout the day, at different times and places, and that they would continue to try—I already knew that so much

semen couldn't all be from me, although I'm quite capable myself.
As the light in the bedroom gradually brightened, my wife slowly woke up, lazily stretching her limbs.

The feeling of our "battle" last night still lingered in her body. She couldn't help but turn her head, looking at

me still asleep, a shy and happy smile appearing on her beautiful face. We were from the same hometown and were classmates in

university . At the time, I was the youngest in the class, and my wife was a year older than me. I

had never been in a relationship before, and no one expected that she, known as the "department beauty," would be won

over by a "young upstart" like me. Most of my competitors were

intimidated by my wife's dignified, elegant, and aloof demeanor; they never even dared to hold her hand, and she had never kissed me before. But

I, with my headstrong impulsiveness and a smattering of female psychology knowledge gleaned from the "sex education textbooks" I devoured in high school

, gradually won her heart. I discovered that my wife actually had a vulnerable and submissive

side ; once you opened her heart, she would give herself completely. My wife had a strict upbringing, and her views on sex

were very conservative. We started dating in our sophomore year of college, and it wasn't until my birthday in our final semester of senior year that she

gave me her virginity, which she had treasured for over twenty years. At that moment, I felt like the happiest

person in the world. After graduation, my wife returned to her hometown and became a teacher at a primary school in the county town; she loved her job. I

quit my government job after half a year and started my own business;

after , I've achieved some success. With everything on track and more free time, we

naturally been together for five years now.
Our sex life

has been My energy and desire are equally strong; I make love to my wife almost every day, always

trying to find different ways. My wife, however, acts like it's her first time, maintaining

a virginal reserve and shyness. She's so gentle and shy, it even gives one a sense of submissiveness.

She accepts whatever I do, and this submissiveness sometimes makes me unsure whether she's willing or

enduring , happy or in pain. But whatever it is, I crave that suffering expression and

moaning from her; those expressions and moans always give me a sense of conquest, bringing me to overwhelming orgasms! My wife

's lovemaking is incredibly sexy without being vulgar. No matter how much I arouse her, or how excited she is, she

never shows any lewdness. I could only tell from her alluring eyes, her burning skin, her swaying hips, her

controlled breathing, and the rapid flow of her love juices that my wife was also enjoying herself. She never

initiated anything, only gently reminding me with her watery eyes and blushing cheeks. And

whenever she was always willing to oblige, making me happy as if it were her duty in our sex life. However, she had

her own principles: I had to wear a condom because we didn't want children yet, and even if I

was impatient , she would gently but firmly put one on for me; also, she didn't like oral or anal sex. Although

I insisted, she had tried it once or twice, but never successfully, considering it "dirty"

and painful.
Aside from that, my wife was truly an excellent sexual partner. The

wonderful blend of elegance and sensuality in her made me feel an uncontrollable desire whenever I saw her. Just like last night, we

did it from 10 pm to midnight, leaving our marks everywhere from the living room to the bedroom. I

changed positions at least seven or eight times, from missionary to doggy style. My wife's breathing and moans grew increasingly rapid, and her vaginal

contractions became more powerful. When I carried her to the large mirror, showing her her flushed cheeks and

sweaty , she let out a soft, coquettish sound, closed her eyes tightly, and squeezed me even tighter with her thighs. I

could clearly feel the increased grip on my penis inside her vagina, and as I thrust in with all my might, I couldn't help but

ejaculate. Even though there was a thin membrane between us, the heat hitting her uterus still made her let out a

suppressed cry, and her love juice gushed from the vaginal walls. We reached orgasm simultaneously. In her dazed state, my wife

bit my shoulder, and we collapsed onto the bed, too weak to even wipe away the sweat and love juice, falling into a deep

sleep in each other's arms... My wife snapped out of her reverie, leaned down, and kissed the teeth marks on my

shoulder , smiling wistfully. She gently lifted the blanket, revealing my erect penis,

still wrapped in last night's condom, its tip brimming with semen. A blush rose to my wife's face. She

gently bit her lip, still holding the base of my penis with her left hand, while her slender, white fingers gently

and slowly rolled the condom up, careful not to wake me. When the condom reached the tip, it seemed the overflowing semen was about to spill

. My wife held my penis with one hand, and with the other, she grabbed a tissue from beside the pillow, wrapped it around the glans, and with a gentle pull and

a twist of her wrist, caught the entire bag of semen without spilling a drop. This was a routine my wife performed almost every morning.

The "lesson" was almost a given, yet the stimulation to my sensitive areas still made my body twitch a few times. My wife

chuckled softly, shrugged her bare shoulders, and got out of bed carrying my bag of "seeds and grandchildren." I hesitated, thinking of putting on

my underwear before going to the bathroom, to see the glistening, dried love juice between my legs,

but ultimately, my wife quietly left the bedroom naked. As her soft footsteps disappeared outside the bedroom door,

I suddenly opened my eyes. I had been awake for a while; I always woke up at this time. Because I knew that my

pure and dignified wife was about to begin her day of sexual bliss. She had been diligently concealing all of this from me,

striving to maintain her image as a virtuous wife in my eyes, because her heart was pure, her love for me

had never wavered, and her actions were all for my reputation, all to maintain this

marriage she cherished. But what my wife didn't know was that all of this was meticulously planned and orchestrated by me, and everything was under

my control. It wasn't long before class started, and the tireless

chatter of elementary school students drifted in through the window. Because my wife's school was in the city center, a very convenient location,

we decided to settle there when the school built faculty apartments. This made commuting very convenient for her; she could sleep in for at least

half an hour longer and go straight to class on time. Through the half-open bedroom door, I could

hear the sound of running water from the bathroom—my wife was washing away the traces of our lovemaking the night before. My wife is very clean and

has always been in the habit of showering twice a day. Back in college, I joked that her daily shower pass money was enough for me to

buy a plate of cheat sheets in the cafeteria, for which she would call me a little stinky pig for barely showering a few times a month. Lately,

she's been showering even more frequently, and I know why, of course. There's a bathtub in the ensuite bathroom, but my wife

didn't want to wake me, so she went to the outer bathroom to shower. This made things easier for me; I could prepare myself at my own pace every day

. I got out of bed, quickly washed away the love fluid my wife had left on my lower abdomen in the ensuite bathroom, put on a nightgown, and quietly

walked into the hallway. Normally, my wife would be taking a shower and wouldn't hear any noise outside, but to make this

game last longer and be more exciting, I decided to let her think I was still dreaming. I checked

the swivel lock on the bathroom door; it probably wasn't locked from the inside. That wasn't important; the important thing was the security door. I

gently retracted the bolt of the security door lock, leaving it slightly ajar. For

anyone with ulterior motives, that was enough. My wife's memory wasn't very good; if I said she forgot to lock the security

door properly, she wouldn't suspect a thing. Now it was

time to put my secret weapon, which I had spent several days setting up, to use. I had bought these pinhole cameras and surveillance cameras when I went to the provincial capital for business.

Installing them discreetly, despite not being an expert in the field, had been a real struggle for me. Although

I tested the angles yesterday afternoon , I still checked each of the hidden cameras again: the two in the living room

were on the TV wall and next to the picture frames above the sofa, looking like nail heads; the one on the balcony was

on top of , and the one in the kitchen was on top of the range hood—all places my wife couldn't see or notice.

The one in the bathroom was next to the water heater pipe; that's the one I needed most right now. As for the cameras in the bedroom and study,

it seemed I wouldn't be able to use them until the afternoon at the earliest. With everything ready, I rushed back to the bedroom,

took the monitor from my bedside table, and, with a pounding heart, turned it on and switched to the camera in the bathroom…

the image quality was superb! The camera was about 30 centimeters above a person's height, a perfect angle. Perhaps because the water temperature

wasn't set too high, there was very little steam, and the camera's automatic dimming and focusing functions were excellent; my wife's body

was clearly visible on the screen. It seems the money I spent on this system was well worth it. My wife was engrossed in washing

her lower body , so her face wasn't visible, but her curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the picture: her firm breasts

, like two trembling milk jellies, jiggled with her movements, and her two bright red nipples, like cherries on

the jellies , were exceptionally tender; her slender yet strong waist swayed gracefully, her flat abdomen was free of any

excess fat, and her full, round buttocks seemed to defy gravity, perking up perfectly. The most attractive features of a woman

were combined so perfectly in my wife! This was all thanks to her long-term exercise, and of course, not just in bed.

My wife had practiced rhythmic gymnastics since childhood, and even won a medal at the provincial university games in college! My wife had strong muscles and

taut skin, and a pair of long legs that were uncommon among East Asians, which made her genitals appear high, perfectly meeting

the requirements of a fine art model. Her fair skin was almost flawless, her long, black hair glistening with water.

This striking contrast of black and white, this voluptuous body—was this the woman I shared my bed with every day, the

"public wife" I had intentionally created for the students' parents and teachers? Was she the "public

toilet ? But when she looked up, I saw a face radiating pure elegance, a pair of

bright eyes—where was there even a trace of slutness? This beautiful body was like a spring

scene from a classical oil painting, utterly captivating. I couldn't help but ask myself, was everything I was doing right? Undoubtedly, my

perverse desires were greatly satisfied; I was almost constantly excited by my wife's physical experiences.

But what about my wife? Was this deception or harm?

How would she react if she knew that most of the men who took her body were arranged by her husband? However, I seemed to have noticed that my wife was gradually becoming accustomed to

this continuous stream of immoral sexual intercourse, deriving increasing pleasure from it. So, we were

a win-win situation? When did all this begin? Oh, that goes back to those guys I've been obsessed with since college—Giant Bean, Asian

Love, Wuji, and Sex Tiger… My thoughts drifted further and further away, and I didn't even notice

a man's hand appearing on the small screen in the living room.
He gently pulled open the slightly ajar security door, then closed it again with practiced ease, turning and walking straight to the bathroom without

even checking his surroundings. Clearly, this was a regular; he knew my wife and my schedule perfectly,

knowing exactly when I was sleeping in the bedroom and my wife was showering in the bathroom. I was still lost in thought

when the man reached the bathroom door and tried to turn the lock. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality. All

thoughts of repentance vanished, replaced by a powerful sexual urge to spy on my wife's infidelity.

Men, it's always the penis that commands the brain! I focused on the screen; from the current angle, I could only see the standing…

As I watched the man's back recede outside the bathroom, I couldn't help but grit my teeth in regret. But I wouldn't have to endure it for long;

the bathroom camera would soon come in handy. Before this system was installed, although I

opened the security door almost every morning, and every few days a lecherous man would sneak in,

I could only strain my ears to eavesdrop through the door. Sometimes I could tell from his tone and accent, and sometimes from

the name my wife blurted out in surprise who the man was. But more often than not, all I could hear

were my wife's surprised voice, the man's lustful, impatient, and lewd sounds, short bursts of resistance

and struggle, my wife's soft pleas being muffled by a gag; then the sounds of flesh colliding, the man's excited, heavy breathing, and

my wife's increasingly clear yet deliberately suppressed moans; then the strange, strained

sounds coming from the man's throat, followed by brief silence, and finally the sounds of my wife sighing and

washing ; and of course, the sound of my wife's footsteps as she listened for any movement at the bedroom door. I could only

guess who it was, and then spend the entire day lining up all the male faculty members in the school: I knew that

anyone able to enter the faculty apartments at this time in the morning couldn't possibly be a student's parent or anyone else.
This frustration with reasoning led me to decide to install this video system with sound; today, I would finally fulfill my

long-held wish to "live stream"! The figure on the screen turned the bathroom doorknob—sure enough, it wasn't locked! It seems

that my wife had lowered her guard these past few days because I hadn't opened the door as usual due to the installation plan (she occasionally remembers to close

the door when I leave it open, which is when the lecherous man outside suffers). Hearing the doorknob turn,

my wife, who was drying herself with a large towel on the bathroom screen, instinctively stopped. I saw a complex expression on her

face : surprise, worry, suspicion, resistance, and perhaps a glimmer of hope.

The doorknob turned to its full extent, and the door slowly opened, revealing a man's figure in

front of . "Cheng Bin?" "Teacher Cheng?" My wife and I exclaimed simultaneously, except that I was

in the bedroom, just inches away, facing this man who had "secretly" come to rape my wife through the camera, while my wife was

naked in her own bathroom, facing this man who wasn't her husband.
"Teacher Cheng?" My wife's everyday greeting slipped out, but her hands instinctively reached up to cover

her ample breasts with a towel. Her fair body trembled slightly as if suddenly chilled, and her

full , contracted sharply upwards, making her tall figure resemble a frightened kitten.
I had overheard countless times her sudden reaction to a lecherous man, or heard vivid "reports" from the men I

had arranged , but this was

the first time I had witnessed it so vividly before my eyes. Such a strong psychological stimulus caused my penis to harden

instantly surprise wasn't because Cheng Bin was a newcomer to the "watering" group; he

had entered my wife's body at least dozens of times before. What surprised me was the coincidence: the first man I

arranged was Cheng Bin, the first among all those lustful men in the neighborhood to have

her body; and now, he was the first person to have sex with my

wife How could he be so lucky?
"Yeah, it's me, happy now?" Cheng Bin said with a sly grin on the camera. He had already taken off his coat in

the living room , unbuckling his belt as he spoke, making him seem even more eager. Actually, Cheng Bin was a pretty outstanding

man, at least in appearance. He was a physical education teacher at my wife's school, with a tall and

exceptionally , and a face with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and distinct features—exactly the "prince" type that women subconsciously crave

. My choice of Cheng Bin as the first man to defile my wife's body was also based on this consideration:

as the first man besides her husband to forcibly possess her body, at least she shouldn't feel any physical

aversion ; other reactions could be gradually calmed down. Moreover, as a

woman with a normal human love of beauty, I could see that my wife had a vague attraction to Cheng Bin, which made my planning

even more exciting, stirring a strange impulse within me…
"What do you want to do? Get out!" my wife whispered, her heart clenching as if gripped tightly by a large hand

.
She knew very well what was about to happen; this had happened countless times before

. The man before her was the one who had caused her to become so promiscuous, the

one who had taken her virginity, and all the men and penises that followed were pioneered by this man!

Whether it was the education she received from childhood or her guilt towards her husband (actually, it was me who should feel guilty), everything should have made my wife

hate Cheng Bin to the core. However, the wife couldn't quite explain her feelings: Why did she feel

a persistent, subtle urge that day?
Why was her husband, who never drinks, completely drunk? Why did Cheng Bin

appear so conveniently when her heart was wavering? Why did she still have this inappropriate attraction to him now?

(The wife didn't know that Cheng Bin was at most the first vibrator I had chosen for her; I was the one who created her

into a "toilet"! Of course, the wife also didn't know why she had become so "lustful,"

so desperate that day; because I had added a trace of aphrodisiac to her milk.)
"Why bother? We're an old married couple, what's there to be embarrassed about?" "You shameless! My husband

is next door, he's about to wake up, get out!" the wife hissed in a low voice, her usually gentle voice

now hoarse with tension. Actually, she was also very anxious, wanting to use me to get

rid of the man in front of her, yet afraid that he would actually wake up, making all her efforts and sacrifices futile. Wasn't my first

loss of virginity because I was afraid of waking my husband? That day, at the school's family social gathering, I deliberately drank too much

. Cheng Bin, whom I had arranged beforehand, drove me home. Having received instructions, he raped my wife on the living room sofa.

Meanwhile, I, pretending to be drunk, excitedly listened to everything from the bedroom bed. Through the crack in the bedroom door,

I stared intently at my wife's

face .
"Your husband? Don't worry, he's fast asleep. He has no idea his wife is cheating on him."

"You're not really going to wake him up, are you?" Cheng Bin knew his wife's weakness and deliberately raised his voice. He was already naked

, a thick, hard penis throbbing between his legs—it was about to enter his wife's body!

The camera showed Cheng Bin's exceptionally strong body; his bronze skin was taut over his undulating muscles, exuding a unique,

powerful scent and allure. Even I envied him for this. Although I

was a key defender on my university's football team, my physical abilities couldn't compare to his.
His wife was indeed defeated by this seemingly infallible phrase. Her legs went weak, and she involuntarily took two steps back.

Cheng Bin seized the opportunity to step forward and embrace his wife's fair body. A strong masculine aura instantly enveloped

her. This familiar scent, the strong, powerful male body, and the battle between a woman's desires and morality deep within her heart

gave her goosebumps. Her beautiful eyes were misty. She knew

what was about to happen, but her heart instinctively resisted, clinging to the last vestige of

purity . Each time felt like the first time she was raped by another man. Each time, she tried her best to resist, resisting the man's

penis and her own physical needs, even though she knew how futile this resistance was, especially when facing

this strong man holding her tightly in his arms.
The show was finally about to begin! In the bedroom, I was so excited I couldn't sit still, my penis rock hard. Through the high-efficiency

camera, in the bathroom outside, my wife's fair and slender body was tightly

intertwined The white towel was still weakly held in front of her chest. Cheng Bin ripped the towel off, and his hot

pectoral muscles and my wife's high and full breasts were instantly pressed together without any obstruction. My wife couldn't help but let out

a slender waist was held tightly by Cheng Bin's arms and she couldn't move. Her upper body instinctively leaned back

, forming a bow on the screen in front of me. Even through the microphone and headphones, I could still hear

the multiple meanings in that soft cry. With one hand, the wife

futilely to break free and weakly pushed against his chest. But to me, it seemed more like a feigned resistance.
Perhaps all men have a beastly nature; the wife's resistance only fueled Cheng Bin's intense desire.

Despite having possessed this woman's body many times before, how could such beautiful flesh ever tire of him?

The thrill of defiling another man's wife, especially the knowing that her husband was next door, perhaps even

eavesdropping (I never imagined I was watching), made Cheng Bin's penis as hard as a rock,

thrusting between his wife's long legs. His wife weakly clamped her thighs together, hoping this would hold her last line of defense. Cheng Bin,

however, knew that in this environment and under his assault, his wife's resistance wouldn't last long—she

was already breathing slightly. He abruptly turned her small head and kissed her full, red lips. The slight

stubble of his beard brushed against her smooth, tender face, making her heart itch, but his wife kept

her lips tightly pursed, letting Cheng Bin's mouth ravage her face.
Cheng Bin smiled lewdly and shifted his target: one hand still held his wife's waist, controlling her

feeble resistance, his fingers not idle, constantly kneading the firm skin on her slender waist. His other

hand followed the sharp, smooth shoulders and back down to her full, slightly upturned buttocks, caressing the plump flesh.

The rich flesh in his hands stimulated both of their minds, and their breathing became heavy. Cheng Bin lowered his head and

skillfully found his wife's breasts with his lips, licking them back and forth with his tongue, occasionally

sucking on the nipples, or flicking them with his tongue. His wife's heavy breasts trembled with the movement of his tongue

, a current running from her breasts throughout her body, and her rosy nipples gradually became engorged and

erect. The wife's hands weakly pushed against Cheng Bin, her head tilting back limply, her long, black hair swaying like willow branches

with his movements.
The sensations in her body intensified, but her consciousness slowly blurred. She murmured dreamily, "No… no

, quickly…
let… me… ah…!" A continuous stream of pleasure surged within her. Her two

long thighs unconsciously rubbed and contracted, and her untouched genitals became sensitive,

her vagina burning hot. She could even feel a trickle of lubrication secreting. Her breathing grew increasingly seductive. Cheng Bin

noticed this, slowly releasing his hold on her waist and moving towards her genitals. His fingers gently tugged at the soft

pubic hair, rubbing the tender flesh of her vaginal opening. The wife slightly retreated, as if trying to escape

the intrusion of this hand that wasn't her husband's on her sensitive, secret place, but Cheng Bin's fingers followed like a nimble multi-headed snake, greedily rubbing her vulva

even more . His technique was quite skillful; he deliberately avoided penetrating his wife's vagina, instead

providing continuous stimulation to her vulva. Her labia slowly became engorged with blood, parting slightly, releasing a faint

scent . Under Cheng Bin's skillful caresses, her clitoris gradually hardened, highlighting

the protective barrier of her labia, making it even more attractive for his repeated attacks and flicks. Each of Cheng Bin's advances stirred a powerful ripple in

his wife 's nervous system, causing her body to writhe more violently. Even on the monitor , I could clearly see her skin turning crimson, a flush of desire rising on her beautiful face as she writhed, her suppressed

moans growing increasingly seductive, striking my heart through the headphones. Her entire vagina became burning hot, as if even her uterus had turned into semi-molten lava, and more vaginal fluid secreted, wetting Cheng Bin's palm. 　　Cheng Bin wiped away a handful of the viscous liquid, smelled it, and even I could almost smell that familiar , sweet fragrance. Cheng Bin held his hands, slick with lubrication, up to his wife's face. "Look, you're so wet. You need it too, don't you? Stop pretending." He whispered in her ear. Unexpectedly, his wife, already lost in passion, retained a sliver of clarity. What Cheng Bin saw as flirtatious words ignited her shame . She instinctively avoided the fluids she had secreted, using her last ounce of willpower to pull herself out of the vortex of lust . "I've been raped, how can I feel this way?" His wife twisted her body, trying to break free from Cheng Bin's embrace. "Oh...please...please, let...me go...ah..." 　　This kind of soft, tearful moaning was like a Viagra to any man. Both Cheng Bin's and my penises, as if on command, instantly became erect. I could only restrain myself with my hands, while Cheng Bin's penis pounded against my wife's...

On his wife's lower abdomen, it was as if the drums of a final assault were beating. His excellent athleticism came in handy; his movements

were swift, grabbing his wife's arms and pushing her against the wall, stabilizing her struggling body.

His wife, panting, twisted and cried out weakly, "What...are you going to do...? Let...me go

...!" "What am I going to do? We've done it so many times already, what do you think I'm going to do?" Cheng Bin leered, using one

knee to pry open his wife's legs, easily separating her tightly clamped thighs. A menacing

penis followed, thrusting between her legs. This penis was so erect, pointing upwards without its owner's help, the glans,

swollen purple with heat and lust, automatically pressing against his wife's vulva.
Frankly, because Cheng Bin was taller than me, his penis was also larger. Finally, I could

see another man's penis inserted into my wife's vagina, and this penis was even larger than mine, making me even more

excited! I forced back my pounding heart and throbbing erection, my hands trembling as I zoomed in: Cheng Bin's penis

was moving back and forth between my wife's thighs, wet with the vaginal fluid that flowed from her vagina, gleaming silvery under the light and the high-resolution

lens . My wife's constant writhing only served to coat Cheng Bin's

penis with her own secretions, the glistening fluid from his penis wetting her thick pubic hair. The glans moved against

her vulva, occasionally parting her labia, teasing her sensitive clitoris, and even penetrating her vaginal opening. Each time

this happened , my wife would tense up, as if her fortress had fallen.
The lewd atmosphere in the air grew increasingly intense, and the three men caught in the throes of lust began to change: I, sitting in the bedroom

holding the monitor and rubbing my penis, and Cheng Bin, embracing his wife in the bathroom, both grew increasingly hard, while

the body of the woman being raped grew increasingly limp. "Ah... let... go... stop... oh... oh..."

The words of resistance emanating from her red lips gradually turned into seductive gasps and moans, and her two fair thighs involuntarily spread wider and

wider. Faced with such a beautiful and alluring female body, Cheng Bin could no longer restrain himself. He freed one hand and

aimed his penis, hard as an iron rod, at the entrance of his wife's moist and smooth vagina, slowly pushing the swollen, mushroom-like glans

into her vagina. His wife's body seemed to be lifted up slowly, her beautiful face, with its luscious

red lips slightly parted, uttered an "oh..."
Cheng Bin's glans entered my wife's vagina. Years of gymnastics training had tightened his pelvic area, and the intense heat of the

touch surged through his senses like an electric current. He thrust his hips forward recklessly, and his hot, hard

penis plunged deep into my wife's vagina. "He finally got it in!" Seeing someone else

's penis enter my wife's body for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Caught in the throes of extreme excitement

, neither Cheng Bin nor I noticed that my wife, her lower body being thrust into by his penis, murmured something.

If the microphone had been any more sensitive, I would have heard my unfaithful wife say

, "Husband... I'm sorry...!
"

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