【The Story of My Wife and the Older Man】1~5

(I)
I first met him at a newspaper staff party. When he appeared, everyone was

stunned. He was a media billionaire, while we were just

small fry at a newspaper his company had acquired in Chicago.
Yet that day, as the high and mighty boss, he suddenly appeared in our cramped and run-down little

office and talked to my wife all night.
Joeyce wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was still very pretty. Her personality and intelligence

set her apart from other women, but she wasn't like those models at all. He was surrounded by

beautiful women, and even his current wife was a supermodel.
The next evening I asked her, "What did you two talk about last night?"
"A lot! He's a really nice guy, and very funny!"
"Did he talk about the future of the newspaper?"
"Well, no, but he asked me a lot of questions."
"What questions?"
"Mainly about the staff, but he's really nice."
"That's the second time you've praised him."
"I told him about the solution you came up with, and I think he really likes it."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. I went to open it and found him—my new boss—

standing right there. A billionaire was standing at the door of our poor house.
He shook my hand: "Rick, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
Then he walked right in, and to my surprise, he went straight into my downstairs apartment

without a second thought.
He looked around our small room, his gaze finally settling on my sweet wife. "I

'd like to speak with you privately," he said. "Would you mind if I sat down?"
"Oh, no problem, please sit down." His arrival surprised me greatly, and I was still in a daze. "

What would you like? Wine? Juice?"
"A glass of wine!" He sat down on the sofa, then patted the cushion next to him and said to my wife, "

Honey , come sit here. It was a very pleasant chat with you last night."
I poured everyone a glass of wine, feeling confused and shocked, then helpless, not knowing

what I could do.
"I went to the newspaper office last night and announced that it's closed down," he said, placing his hand on

my wife's shoulder. Hearing this, she froze, her eyes becoming vacant, unsure of where to look.
He continued, “I believe you all know that this newspaper is losing money terribly. Then I

spoke with Joeyce, and everyone else, and you’re all good people. This is where my ability and

wealth , because I can give you a second chance.”
I tried to refute him, but couldn’t find the right words. I was just a writer, not a spokesperson: “

But I’m just a junior editor, so why are you here at my house now?”
His strong hand gripped my wife’s bare shoulder. Joeyce was only wearing a simple tank top;

she looked at me, seeking strength from me, which I couldn’t give her.
"Ha, because of your wife, Rick. I'm very impressed with her. Getting a

PhD isn't easy. She told me about your ideas and abilities yesterday, and I agree to choose another

person to lead the newspaper. Perhaps you're a suitable candidate. Maybe you can

keep their families' livelihoods. The position is well-paid, and Joeyce can stay home and do her

research without worry. What do you think?"
My throat went dry. "Yes, of course."
As he spoke, he began to stroke the back of Joeyce's head. "Very good. Sometimes I like to

do good deeds, sometimes I like to do bad deeds, and sometimes I do both." He

gently turned her face towards him and began to stroke Joeyce's neck with his other hand. He kissed Joeyce. He was kissing

my wife with his mouth! My
wife's eyes widened in disbelief, and she could only let him kiss her. Was it all because of what he said?
I trembled. What could I do? Hundreds of jobs, our newspaper, my future, and my

wife. He's a hundred times more powerful than me; my job is nothing compared to his.
"You see, this is what I'm thinking." He stopped, patting Joeyce's back.

"You write an article about me. Then you two spend a few weeks with me. The article should be

slightly critical, but don't be too obvious with the flattery."
He placed his hands on Joeyce's fair shoulders and pulled down her tank top. By

the time , he had already taken off her tank top. Joeyce's breasts were firm, and her two pink

nipples were exposed to the cold air. Her face was filled with confusion and bewilderment; she was completely stunned.
"Your editor-in-chief will retire in a month, and I'll promote you to that position. Everyone

will think you got promoted because of that article; nobody will know the truth."
I asked, "What's the truth?"
He looked at me and smiled. "I think you'll find out soon enough, Rick. We don't need to go into

too much detail." Then, he took off Joeyce's shirt, running it over her beautiful long legs.
Joeyce and I looked at each other; her innocent eyes seemed to want to know what was going on. How could I

agree to this deal? How could I refuse?
Just a few seconds later, her shoes and trousers were off; he had removed her last layer of privacy.

Joeyce's fair and delicate legs were completely exposed, and I stared wide-eyed as I saw him raise his thick, old

penis, his hand gripping the huge glans, aiming it at Joeyce's honey pot.
"Honey, relax," he urged my wife, "Just relax, lean back."
"I...I can't do this..." Joeyce refused weakly.
"It's okay, baby." His presence completely intimidated Joeyce; I could only turn my head away,

wishing I weren't there.
I was dumbfounded, my limbs weak. What kind of person was this? How could he do such a thing? But

he did it.
Joeyce was like a sacrificed offering, with a slender figure and flowing blonde hair. She had

a baby face and had her ID checked at a nightclub when she was 24. Joeyce's youthful, alluring figure

contrasted sharply with this older man.
He hoisted Joeyce's legs onto his shoulders, opened her vagina, and gently pulled her back.

Joeyce could only stare at him silently. I felt strange, like I had just survived a horrific car accident,

completely blank, and his power had suddenly intruded into our lives, violating my wife right before my

eyes .
He knelt on the sheets, guiding his enormous glans towards Joeyce's vagina. She was bewildered, her mouth

agape, her face filled with confusion at the scene.
After rubbing his penis against her vulva for a while, the thick, dark shaft began to force its way into my wife's petals. I watched

helplessly as he thrust his entire penis inside her; my wife was being penetrated by a wealthy older man right before my eyes.
"Ah...that's amazing!" The old man exhaled, thrusting his penis

deep into my wife's tight vagina. Joeyce looked at me pleadingly, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but when she didn't get a response, she looked

away.
He pulled out his thick, black penis and then thrust it back in hard: "There's no better feeling in the world than this,

complete control! Utter power, haha, fucking a cowardly husband's wife in front of him. I have 35,000

employees, I dine with world leaders, but this is real power, haha! Rick,

how ?"
"35."
"Have you ever seen your lovely wife with another man?"
"No."
"This is amazing. In the past, nobles could have the women they wanted like this, but not anymore."
He was slightly obese; I knew he was over sixty, had several wives, and several

sons and grandsons. His large buttocks rose and fell, thrusting in and out of Joeyce's vagina.
"This is what it feels like to be noble, haha! Rick, now I'm an alpha male, I'm fucking your

wife, and you're not resisting. You even seem to be enjoying it, haha, nothing could be more humiliating. Your instinct is

to fuck her like I do, your semen has an equal chance."
Joeyce lay flat on her back between his legs, one leg on the ground, the other wrapped around his waist. She

looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she couldn't be sure what she felt, as if she was

ashamed of her feelings, and she was trying her best to resist her desires and the humiliation she felt towards him.
"You should know that your wife enjoys this. She flirted with me for hours yesterday. Accept it,

I'm more successful than you. She wants me to fuck her. I can give her what you can't. Yes, I'm old and

not in good health, but I'm more energetic than you."
He pressed down on Joeyce, his hands kneading Joeyce's tender breasts. Joeyce's

legs were wide open as if welcoming him. I could clearly see where they were joined together; his thick, dark penis was easily thrusting in and out of my

wife 's vagina, her juices splashing everywhere. She lay beneath him so gracefully; I

couldn't bear to watch this lewd scene, yet it gave me immense pleasure.
(Translation incomplete, to be continued)

(II)
He paused slightly, gently stroking her forehead, then kissed her tenderly before resuming

his thrusting .
"You're so lovely, Joeyce. I love your intelligence; it feels

amazing to make love with an intellectual woman! Tell me, do you love Rick?" He paused, waiting for her answer.
From this frenzied scene, Joeyce spoke for the first time: "Yes... I love him."
"Good! And you, Rick, do you love her too?"
"Of course." My voice sounded surprisingly calm.
My boss started fucking her again, thrusting hard into Joeyce's pussy each time, as if trying to penetrate

her womb, and her body trembled.
"You still love her at this moment? She's being fucked by me."
"Yes."
"Say it again, tell her, keep telling her!"
I said, "I love you, Joeyce." At this moment, I looked away, and my voice was very weak.
Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, her smooth jade feet wrapped around his waist, her breathing began

to become rapid, her golden hair spread out on the sofa, and her green eyes looked at the old man fucking her.
He thrust hard, completely controlling her body. My wife began to

moan in this lewd feeling, and he was panting as well, holding her tightly.
He began ejaculating inside her: "Oh...it's wonderful!"
After a few minutes of silence, he kissed Joeyce, then sat up and

pulled : "There's nothing better in the world, haha, believe me, I've never felt so good

."
Joeyce took her feet off him, stared at me, and started to cry before walking into

the bedroom .
"Hey, Rick, this is the deal." He made no attempt to put on his clothes: "You, and your wife

of course , will be spending a few weeks with me, going on business trips with me, and you can

finish that article on the way. By the way, is Joeyce still on her birth control pills?"
"She has an IUD."
"Okay, then take it out as soon as possible, and you two will be leaving with me in a few days."
"Wait, you want my wife pregnant?"
“Of course, Rick, otherwise why would you find her so attractive? I want a smart

child .” He continued, “As a rich man, I want someone to inherit my wealth; as a father,

I want someone to inherit my family business. I don’t have time to raise and discipline all my children, so this is

the deal . I’ll put my child in your house, no one else will know, you raise him or her like your own child

, that’s all.
You know, I know, and Joeyce knows, no one else will find out. I’ll get you

published , and then you get a promotion, a higher salary, and status; Joeyce won’t have to find a job to pay off student loans.”

She can stay home and take care of the children, focus on her computer, and

be a .
I glared at him, though everything was already done and irreversible.
"No way! This is impossible! I know you're rich, but we have our dignity too! We can handle this

ourselves !"
"Rick," Joeyce called to me from the bedroom doorway, "I think we can accept this

deal ."
"What? Are you crazy?"
"I want to do this, it's a good arrangement." She was wearing a short robe, her hair flowing over her shoulders,

barefoot , her eyes clear as emeralds.
Janet was a stunning woman; she was now this wealthy man's personal assistant. She was 1.75 meters tall

, with fair, delicate skin, clear sky-blue eyes, and pure blonde hair. Joeyce paled in

comparison to , even though Janet was dressed formally in a black skirt and white shirt,

looking very capable. She took Joeyce to a reproductive clinic for a full checkup and had her

IUD removed.
We didn't speak directly to the boss afterwards, but a few weeks later, Janet reappeared,

taking our luggage directly to the airport. We boarded a private jet together and flew directly to New York. Another

entourage took us to the WA Hotel, where they booked a luxury suite for us.
That night, my wife's plan to conceive with that older man began to take shape.
Janet came to our suite first, bringing some things for Joeyce to wear:

black stockings, a pair of diamond earrings, and a bottle of perfume. She helped Joeyce get ready,

styled her hair, and told her how wonderful the boss was.
I was surprised he didn't get Janet pregnant; she looked perfect. But then I

knew he had already done it.
He entered our room first with his own key, then shook my hand and asked kindly, "It's so

good to see you again, Rick. How have you been?"
"Jane... ah, Joeyce, I've missed you for weeks. How are you feeling

?" He took Joeyce's hands, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
"I'm fine. Thank you!" she said. She was wearing a silk robe with nothing underneath, her

sexy stockings and shoes very alluring.
"That's wonderful," he said. "Let's go to the bedroom. You come too, Rick. I want you to

stay there."
"Why?" I asked desperately. The reality was painful enough; I didn't need to witness it

firsthand .
"Because it's interesting. Haha!" he laughed, pulling my wife into the room.
"Sit there and watch," he commanded, then sat on a chair opposite the bed and rocked back and forth. I

sat down and watched him remove his robe from Joeyce's shoulders, watching them kiss passionately.
Joeyce looked petite and youthful in his arms. We were just ordinary people; we had no

chance against his charm, his wealth, his power. He had us cornered.
We could keep the newspaper, keep all our friends' jobs, and get the life we wanted—

all on the condition that I allow him to

impregnate pretend the child is mine.
The child is "mine," and I am merely his adoptive father. What he wants is to be the child's biological

father , and the feeling of thrusting into Joeyce's vagina.
Joeyce was now lying on the bed, the old man burying his head between her legs,

spreading them as wide as possible so he could see his tongue licking her pink

petals .
Joeyce trembled, pressing his head down, writhing under his licking. He didn't even need to tease

her; he just needed to ejaculate inside Joeyce and then he could go do other things. Clearly, the old

man was enjoying the process.
"I really like the smell of women, what do you think?" he said to me.
"I like the smell of my woman," I replied.
"It feels wonderful to have Joeyce wrapped her thighs around my neck. Haha!" he said, starting to

caress Joeyce's delicate feet.
"There's just one problem," he said, "many women can't stand the smell of my breath. My wife

won't kiss me after I give her oral sex. Come here, Rick, you take my place while I rinse my mouth."
"Take your place?"
"Come here, man, she's your wife after all. Keep her warm." He pointed to Joeyce

's pink vulva, the entrance to her uterus soon to be filled with his pungent semen. She spread her fair, tender legs wide,

as if welcoming him.
I slowly moved to the edge of the bed, lowered my head, and began to lick Joeyce's vulva. I didn't have the courage to disobey

him, even in this private room. My wife began to moan, clamping my head between her legs. I inserted my tongue

into her vagina, savoring her nectar while I could still.
A few minutes later, I noticed that the old man had returned and was standing behind me. While I was licking her genitals

, he began to kiss Joeyce's lips. The scene was unbelievable! I had no choice but to withdraw and

return to the chair.
(III)
After I left, he quickly took over the position, once again enjoying

the warm . Joeyce also shifted her body down so that he could get closer.
"Ah...this feels so good!" He smiled and said to her, "Honey, how are you feeling?"
"It's great," she said, "it feels so good..."
"And you, Rick, how are you feeling sitting there?" he asked me thoughtfully, "I think

you could take out your toothpick, watch us, and then masturbate. Hehe!"
Masturbating does feel good, especially while watching them have sex. I'm not too bothered by this kind of

humiliation , and it can't get any worse, so maybe it's not so bad to masturbate in front of them.
He stopped talking, and everyone fell silent. He gently held Joeyce, then

silently and forcefully thrust into her vagina. He was as fat as a bucket, undulating on Joeyce, his thick, dark penis

thrusting in and out of her vagina, each time feeling like it was turning her vaginal walls inside out. Joeyce

moaned with each thrust, the moans growing more intense, as if she were ready to be filled with his semen.
Joeyce's moans grew shorter and shorter; she was about to climax. He could feel Joeyce's

vagina sucking at his penis, compelling him to thrust all his might into her uterus. Joeyce clung tightly to him.
The old man began to growl, and Joeyce began to climax, letting out a loud cry. Suddenly, the old

man thrust deeply into Joeyce's uterus, pressing against her vagina without moving. Both of them were stiff,

enjoying the sensation of orgasm, his semen shooting entirely into my wife's pure womb.
When they finished, I was still holding my penis. He turned to look at me: "Joyce,

darling, do you want to suck Rick's cock? He doesn't look like he's ejaculated yet." She looked at me sadly

, her large eyes fixed on my erect penis, and nodded.
I went to the bedside, and he watched Joeyce give me oral sex…
The next few weeks were a bit busy; I had to follow him around, but I couldn't interfere with his affairs,

only focusing on finishing my own writing.
Every night he spent time with Joeyce, and I had to stand by and watch.
But in the second week, he called Janet to our room.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Jane, could you give Rick a blowjob? Watching me make love with his wife is driving him

a little crazy."
"Sure," she said.
I guessed it was just another assignment.
"Jane likes dicks," he explained, then asked, "Jane, you won't

mind, will you?"
"Not at all, it's a great idea," she said. "I won't feel guilty towards Rick either

."
The beautiful Jane started kneeling in front of me and sucking my glans. It felt so good, warm and

comforting. She gently swallowed and released my penis, and while I looked at the couple on the bed, she was licking my scrotum.
She was very beautiful, completely different from Joeyce. Jane looked exceptionally sophisticated; her

lips were luscious, her eyelashes alluring, her eyeshadow perfectly applied, and her thick, flawless blonde hair.
I thrust deeply into her mouth, feeling the pressure against her throat. She teased my glans while

stroking my scrotum.
From that night on, she sat with me every night, watching others while we made love.
Janet loved two things: kissing and deep throating. She always wanted me naked, but never let me take off

her clothes. We kissed while she stroked my penis, then gave me oral sex until I ejaculated,

swallowing all the semen. She was an expert.
Eventually, this period with the rich old man ended, and we returned to our hometown,

back to our lives, and saw our friends again.
Eventually, Joeyce became pregnant…
For the next five years, we didn't see that man again. Management regularly sent people to check on the newspaper's

operations ; he wouldn't waste time on such trivial matters.
Joeyce and I never talked about it after that time; the dark secrets behind our success and

the truth about our first child were kept hidden. I loved our first child as much as I loved our

second, who was born two years after that incident.
With a knock on the door, our peaceful life was shattered once again after five years…

(IV)
Five years later, one night someone knocked on the door, and when I opened it, he was standing there again.
He shook my hand with similar passion, kissed my wife, and looked into Joeyce's eyes, asking,

"How are you?"
"Fine, thank you," she replied, meeting his gaze.
This old man had once barged into our room, into our lives. He was too powerful and influential; we couldn't

resist him, and we knew it perfectly well.
"So… your house is nice now! And a warm family, two children, a

mother, a father. Very good, very good. How have you two been doing these past few years? Your relationship is doing well,

isn't it?"
"We're fine," I said. He surveyed our house, and I followed behind him.
“Me too,” Joeyce said. “I enjoy being a housewife, taking care of my husband and children. I have enough

free time to study mathematics; I’ve already published two papers, one of which has been cited by many people.”
He sat in the living room, and we talked with him for hours. He smiled as he looked at photos of our children

and played with the child he had spermed. It felt strange; he didn’t seem like an

all-powerful tycoon, but just an ordinary old man, a father who had never seen his own child.
As his child, Amy, gradually fell asleep in his arms, he began to get down to business.
“Rick, I know you’ve worked very hard, but the newspaper still lost three

million .”
We discussed the details for a while, but that wasn’t the point of the story.
“I can’t bail you out anymore,” he said. “I can’t explain it to the board.”
“So you’re planning to shut us down?” I asked dejectedly. “But our sales are starting to pick up

!”
“Okay, I can give you another five years to get it back to profitability, if you can…”
“Can what?”
He looked at me sharply, then turned to Joeyce. “Amy’s a

good girl ,” he said. “I recently set up a scholarship for her. If she gets into a top ten

university, her tuition won’t be a problem.”
“That’s great!” I said.
“Another five years…” he continued, “actually, it’s the same thing. I also want to have

another .”
I looked at my wife; she stared at me wide-eyed. I

'd seen that look before, the first time I accepted his offer—a look that was meaningless yet all-encompassing.
"I'm going to another room to make a call. You two can discuss it," he said, then picked

Amy up from the sofa and took her to the adjacent room.
"What do we do?" I asked Joeyce.
"Have another one," she replied. "We've been thinking about having another one anyway, why not?"
"But I want my child to be mine!" "
Of course it's your child. Isn't Amy your child? Don't you love

Amy the same way you love Sam?"
"Of course I do."
"So what's the problem? You're not happy about me having sex with him, are you?"
"I've never felt comfortable with it."
"Heh, well, you'd better get used to it."
What else could we do? If I lost my job, we'd have to sell the house and move to another city.

And almost everyone we knew worked at the newspaper; it wasn't just a job, it was our entire

living environment.
We had to do it; it felt like a responsibility. All my wife had to do was let him ejaculate

into her uterus a few more times, and then our lives would continue as usual.
He went back to the living room, and I told him our thoughts. "When is your next period?" he

asked Joeyce.
"Probably within a week!" she replied.
He stood up, took Joeyce's hand, and then kissed her gracefully. "I'll keep track

," he said.
Joeyce approached the older man, pressed herself against him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on

Joeyce's firm buttocks. They kissed, their tongues mingling, their bodies rubbing tightly together, seemingly

passionate.
Their actions were ancient and simple, a pure form of sex. They didn't want to live together, nor

did they want to know each other better; they were simply making love to have a child. They craved intercourse, and

both seemed perfectly suited to father their offspring.
"Stay tonight!" Joeyce told him.
The older man hesitated. "I have to go back to the city; my plane is waiting."
"Just let it wait," she suggested.
In response, the older man picked Joeyce up and began kissing her again, more passionately

and intensely.
He lifted Joeyce's t-shirt and began kneading her breasts through her bra. "Your breasts are

much bigger now?" he asked, looking at Joeyce's breasts.
"Suck them," Joeyce whispered, completely ignoring my presence.
The older man held Joeyce, his large hands caressing her buttocks, her legs spread and wrapped around his

waist. When he began licking Joeyce's soft breasts, she arched back, seemingly enjoying

it.
He first sucked on one nipple, then began playing with the other; she began to laugh,

clamping herself tightly around him.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Upstairs," Joeyce told him.
He put her down, and they went upstairs hand in hand. Joeyce suddenly stopped, turned back

to look at me, and I was standing in the living room, waiting for the feeling of my penis returning.
"Put Amy on the bed, then come join us," she said to me with a smile, as if it were perfectly normal

.
When I went into the bedroom, my wife and her wealthy lover were already naked, their limbs intertwined, passionately

kissing on our bed.
Time and two pregnancies had left their mark on Joeyce; she was now 29,

more alluring, with two large breasts and enticing nipples. Her hair was still the same shiny

blonde; her skin was still smooth and fair, and her belly was very flat, with a few wrinkles telling

the story of her two pregnancies.
Her lover, on the other hand, looked worse; his age was clearly showing on him.

He was balding, and his belly looked large, with prominent bags under his eyes.
I stood in the bedroom doorway watching them for a while, and I could understand why she wanted this older man to fill her

up. He was a billionaire, and he had come from a poor background, yet he remained healthy at sixty-eight.

What man could look better than him? But I didn't understand why she enjoyed having sex with him so much;

his appearance was utterly unattractive.
He pushed Joeyce down on the bed, then spread her legs into an M shape, Joeyce's vulva

wide open, ready to be penetrated.
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"Look at your wife, Rick, long blonde hair, smooth skin, full breasts, she

's a perfect mother, not only lovely but also fertile. Math is a piece of cake for her, and she's willing to stay

home and raise the children." His large hands roamed over Joeyce's body. "Just now, she told

me that she had never been with any other man before she met you, except for me, of course. Can you give her enough

love, Rick?"
Joeyce moaned softly under his caresses, eager to make love to him, trying to get his thick, dark

penis into her vagina. She gripped his penis, wanting to pull him in with longing and tenderness.
"Yes!" I replied.
"Heh, feeling hurt watching us make love?"
"Of course!"
He chuckled. "But you've been fucking her for years, I don't think you'd mind letting your benefactor

enjoy her for a while, would you?"
He straddled Joeyce, kissing her, his knees pressing against her mons pubis, then he turned and

spread Joeyce's legs. "When you make love, do you give her oral sex?"
"Yes!" I said.
"Let me see. Come on, tease your wife, you've used her whole body, haven't you? Now

put your head between her legs!"
Joeyce looked at me expectantly; she looked incredibly slim and alluring.
He was right. Although I was now the manager and editor-in-chief of a newspaper, and highly respected in our small town, it

was all a lie. My position depended entirely on Joeyce and this old man; my real profession

was being a cuckold! Being a ready-made father—this was all I deserved.
I climbed onto the bed and did as he said. While I was licking Joeyce, they were kissing.

After a while, they switched positions; Joeyce started giving him a blowjob while I licked her clitoris.
"Move aside, Rick," he finally said, "I'm going to fuck your wife now. Stand back

and watch. Watch closely, see how much she enjoys me fucking her."
As he spoke, he took my place between Joeyce's legs, guiding his thick, dark

penis, slowly squeezing the head into Joeyce's already soaking wet vagina.
Joeyce arched her back first, then pressed her vagina forcefully against him. When his penis was fully inside her

young body, she groaned with satisfaction. All I could do was back away and watch this

painful humiliating scene.
The past five years had been happy; our family was harmonious, and we treated each other with respect. Our sex life was also enjoyable,

but beneath this glamorous exterior, this scene haunted me.
Joeyce was willing to be fucked by this old man whenever he wanted; she was willing to be filled with his semen and

carry his child. Not only because it would bring us a good life, but also because she wanted to get pregnant! Because she

needed him—his time, his appreciation, his attention, and his semen. She wanted his kisses, his

penis, and the pain and humiliation I suffered; my humiliation was part of their pleasure, which made them happy to continue

fucking me like this.
He spread Joeyce's legs as wide as possible so I could clearly see his penis

tightly wrapped around Joeyce's vagina. He began thrusting into her vagina, his body

rising and falling on Joeyce, his powerful penis completely controlling her.
"Joyce has something special about her, the way she looks at me isn't like she looks at other fat

old men , but like she looks at a powerful and charming person. Am I right, Joeyce?"
"Yes! Powerful and sexy."
"Do you still want me to get you pregnant?"
"Yes!"
"Ha, this feels so good, it's so good!"
With each word he spoke, he thrust hard into Joeyce's vagina.
"Are you ready, darling?" he asked her, "Are you ready for me to cum inside you?"
"Yes, you just... just... ah... ah... cum inside me..." I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Joeyce reach orgasm in his arms, her juices splashing
everywhere as she was fucked beneath his wealthy belly .

He pulled his penis out and brought it to her mouth. Joeyce opened her mouth and took it in, sucking on it

happily . His old penis was hard, throbbing in her mouth, still feeling the afterglow of ejaculation.
"Ah, that's good!" he said, placing it in front of her. "Have you ever tried anal sex, Rick?"
"No."
"You should try it, it feels good. What about you, Joeyce, anal sex?"
She stopped. "I haven't tried it in years, since I married Rick," she said.
This was the first time I'd ever heard of it!
"Honey, there's some lubricant in the first-aid kit," she added.
I went to get the lubricant and returned to the bedroom. Joeyce was still giving him oral sex, her hands still

playing with his scrotum. "Don't stand there, come here, let me put some on your penis," he said to me.
Joeyce turned around, kneeling on the bed with her hands supporting her weight, her legs wide open, both her orifices completely

exposed .
Well, this scene is too lewd. Watching them have sex, besides pain and jealousy, I also

feel a bit of pleasure. It's a pity Janet isn't here; I really want her to give me a blowjob too
.

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