[Night Flight] (Full)

(Part 1)

Old Chen called me on Friday, asking us to come to his place on Saturday. I said my wife works for him, so why not just tell her directly? He insisted it was her and I was you. I was busy with work and hung up after a few perfunctory replies. Later, I wondered what Old Chen was up to.

That evening, I called Da Li and Xu Jing, also Old Chen's idea.

When my wife came home that night, I asked her about it. She said Old Chen's villa in the suburbs was finished being renovated, so he invited us all to come and cause some trouble.

The next day, Saturday morning, I drove with my wife to pick up Da Li and Xu Jing. We only managed to pick up Da Li. Xu Jing had to work overtime and left even earlier.

I didn't say anything, but I was a little disappointed.

My wife felt sorry for Xu Jing. My wife is the type to keep things to herself.

We sped along the highway. It takes about an hour to get to Old Chen's place from our city.

I focused on driving. My wife and Da Li were chatting idly, mostly about everyday matters, yet they managed to make it sound quite interesting. Suddenly, Da Li asked me, "You're usually the most talkative, what's wrong with you today?"

Before I could answer, my wife interrupted, "Is that even a question? It's because his 'little wife' didn't come."

The "little wife" my wife was referring to was Xu Jing.

My wife, Xu Jing, and Da Li graduated from the same school. They were already close, and their families lived in the same neighborhood, so they often got together. Sometimes we stayed at their house, sometimes the other way around. Over time, after a few jokes, Xu Jing became my "little wife," and my wife became Da Li's "little wife." Of course, at first, this nickname was just for fun.

I smiled and remained silent.

There was some traffic in the city, but it was quick on the highway. An hour later, we arrived at our destination. Following the pre-arranged information, we found the villa area in the suburbs.

Built against the mountainside, hundreds of villas of various styles stood on the mountain's flank.

We drove in. Following the road signs, we quickly found it. In the distance, I saw Old Chen standing in front of a two-story building.

A young and beautiful girl was standing beside him.

"Is this Old Chen's new love? Not bad..." Da Li muttered.

This Old Chen, he's only been divorced for a few days and he's already hooked up with someone else!

After parking the car, Old Chen introduced us one by one, and finally introduced her: "This is Yao Shan."

Yao Shan greeted us all, her manners were generous and graceful, and she always had a smile on her face.

"Da Li, why isn't Xu Jing here?"

Old Chen only saw the three of us. Da Li explained the reason again with an apologetic look.

My wife interjected that we should look at the house first, and I had the same idea. Yao Shan led us into the room, acting like the lady of the house, but without making anyone feel uncomfortable.

Old Chen drove up and called Da Li and the other two out, saying that since the point wasn't to eat, we could just buy some food and drinks to have a meal together. Naturally, no one objected.

"Old Chen changed cars again?" I noticed that Old Chen wasn't driving his old Volvo, but a brand new BMW.

"Last month, I think."

"I told you." My wife glanced at me.

I chuckled.

"Where is Yao Shan from?"

"Me? My situation is similar to Lao Chen's." She seemed reluctant to talk about herself.

"Honey, Lao Chen kept it a secret, but the house is decorated quite nicely." My wife held my hand, showing the excitement typical of women.

Yao Shan smiled gently, "Sister Na, shall I show you around?"

"Sure..."

"You guys go first, I'm going to the restroom."

My wife glanced at me, "So fussy..." She pulled Yao Shan away, "Come on, let's ignore him."

"Okay." Yao Shan smiled gently, "The restroom is over there." I had barely pointed when my wife dragged me away.

I found the restroom, went in, and closed the door. I unzipped my pants, took out my manhood, and relieved myself. I took out my phone and called Xu Jing. After a few rings, the call connected. I had just said "hello" when Xu Jing's soft voice came from the other end: "What are you doing?"

"Thinking of you while peeing."

Xu Jing chuckled: "Get lost. I was asking if you've arrived at Old Chen's house? Is it pretty? I think his little girlfriend is here too, is she pretty?"

I chuckled: "You know better than I do, even though you haven't been here. Honey, I just arrived, and I'm peeing right now. My only impression of his house is the bathroom and the toilet. As for his girlfriend, you know him. Hey, why are you suddenly working overtime? It's been making me depressed the whole way."

Xu Jing chuckled: "You're depressed with your wife here? Be careful Nana gets angry, a client came to the company to review a case. Luckily, I have all the cases on hand, I don't want to work overtime on the weekend." "

And you said your wife was all lovey-dovey with her little husband the whole way, treating me like I'm invisible."

"Really? If I'm not here, they dare to mess around and bully my husband, I'll teach them a lesson."

“It definitely needs to be dealt with… Hehe, I’m not blaming you, it’s just that men tend to spoil their youngest children, and I’m no exception.”

She chuckled, “Alright, alright, I know you love me. But don’t upset Nana. I’ll spend more time with you when you get back, okay? I’m very busy right now, I can’t chat with you…”

“Oh, okay, give me a kiss.”

“You’re so annoying…” followed by a soft kiss, “Is it done?”

“Got it, hehe…”

I had just sat down in the living room when the two women came downstairs. They were chatting and laughing, like sisters.

“You two sit for a while, I’ll get you some drinks. What would you like to drink, Sister Nana? There’s juice. Brother Qin likes coffee, right?”

“You’re welcome, we’re all family…”

“It’s alright…” she said as she went into the kitchen.

My wife sat down beside me. "Ah, Old Chen really knows his stuff."

"What new thing did you see?"

"Nothing. Hey, did you just call your mistress?"

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Come on, I know you too well. You were distracted the whole way, humph!"

"Look at you, is all this sour talk even worth it? I was driving seriously." I reached out and pulled her close, making her lean against me.

"Go away, don't touch me. Your body's here, but your mind's already elsewhere." She glared at me, but leaned into my arms.

"Who said that?" I pulled her hand to my chest. "Can you feel it? What a passionate heart."

"Disgusting." She made a gagging gesture. "Fickle, wicked..."

"I have a wicked heart? You're the one who infected me." I reached out and pressed my hand to my wife's firm breasts, soft and yielding.

"Hey, what are you doing, take it away..." She slapped my hand away, scolding, "She saw it."

"Hehehe..."

My wife stood up, her face flushed, and glared at me fiercely.

"Yao Shan, let me help you..." She straightened her dress and went to the kitchen.

Women are truly strange creatures. If I remember correctly, my wife and Lao Chen's ex-wife were very good friends. I originally thought my wife would at least have some dissatisfaction with Lao Chen's current wife.

Lao Chen's divorce was quite a sensation in our circle of friends. Not only because his marriage had lasted a long time, from his freshman year of college to last year, spanning more than ten years, but also because their love was considered a model of love leading to marriage.

Such a couple also parted ways, not a joke, but it proves another saying: keep up with the times...

Just then, I heard a car horn honking outside.

Oh... Lao Chen and Da Li are pretty fast!

I opened the door and went out, and there Lao Chen's car was right there!

"Lao Chen, I'm really impressed." Da Li shook his head as he got out of the car.

"What? You're not going to tell me you didn't buy anything, are you?" I said, glancing at Lao Chen. Lao Chen rested his hand on the roof of the car, smiling without saying a word.

"How could that be?"

Da Li opened the back door first, then the trunk.

"Look."

"Wow..."

Please note that the noise wasn't from me, but from the two women who got out after me.

Several large boxes were neatly stacked on the back seat. And as the car door opened, the aroma of delicious food wafted out. I'm sure they could too. In the trunk, three cases of beer were neatly arranged. With such a lavish spread, no wonder the two women were making such a fuss.

"Old Chen ordered it last night."

"Of course, of course, it's rare for you to grace us with your

presence on the weekend." "You, Old Chen, are so thoughtful."

"Why are you saying that? Three cases of beer, one for each of you. Nana, Yao Shan, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"If you didn't prepare it for us, we wouldn't even want it. If we wanted to drink, we could have ordered it, right, Yao Shan?"

Everyone laughed and joked. They quickly moved the food and other items into the house.

The two women went into the kitchen. The three of us stayed in the living room. We turned on the TV as background noise and chatted about random things.

Before we knew it, it was noon, time for lunch. The two women finally came out.

"No lunch. You two aren't planning on coming out?"

My wife rolled her eyes at me. "We can't join in on what you're talking about, and we're not interested. It would be silly for us to stay with you." She added, "Honey, Yao Shan said there's an outdoor swimming pool here. It's not open to the public. The water is really clean,

right?"

Yao Shan nodded, "Yeah. I tried it last night. It's really pretty good."

"How about we go for a dip this afternoon?"

"Why this afternoon?" Old Chen chimed in. "You two can stay here tonight. We haven't gotten together in a while. Have a good drink. After you've had your fill, go for a dip."

"Okay..." My wife clapped her hands in agreement.

"Drinking is fine, but don't force me to drink." Da Li interjected.

"Hehe, Da Li, your alcohol tolerance is really not enough to hold you up. Drink more with Brother Qin tonight."

"Old Chen, you're being too polite. Everyone's had their share of drinks. At most, we'll just go to sleep when we're a little tipsy."

"All you know is drinking. Your eyes turn red as soon as you hear there's alcohol to drink." My wife said discontentedly.

I laughed, "Does drinking red wine make your eyes red?"

"Hmph!" Da Li laughed from the side, "Nana, if you let him drink, and Brother Qin doesn't drink, how will I have a chance to chat with you?"

"Go away. His problem when he's drunk... it's better not to say anything."

I just laughed and didn't say anything.

"Nana, give me face, let him off the hook today." Old Chen smoothed things over.

My wife smiled, "Just kidding. What are you laughing at? So many people are pleading for you. Are you proud of yourself?"

"Not at all. I'm very low-key. I'm not getting cocky."

Several people laughed at the same time...

The meal lasted for nearly three hours amidst laughter and toasts. Two out of three cases of beer were finished. Not only were the three of us men reeking of alcohol, but the two women were also flushed.

I usually don't drink at noon, it's a habit, and also because I get a headache if I drink too much at noon. Seeing that it was about time, I got up to say goodbye and went to rest for a while. My wife accompanied me upstairs. We went straight into a room.

"Is this a guest room?"

"Wow. Are you really that tall or just pretending? There are guest rooms like this."

"Yeah, there aren't many guest rooms with a living room. It's nicely decorated." I sat down on the fabric sofa in the living room and leaned back. "Mmm, comfortable."

"Of course. The master bedroom is for you to rest. How could it not be comfortable? Do you want some water? I'll make you a cup of tea?"

I put my arm around my wife's waist. She chuckled: "No tea."

"Then water?"

"Water, your water."

My wife chuckled: "I knew you'd say that. Oh, stop talking nonsense, I'll go close the door." The door was locked, and my wife came to me.

"What does the boss want me to do?" She asked in a coquettish voice, her eyes alluring, playing role-playing again. I often joked that my wife was a genius at acting.

"Didn't I just say that?" I frowned deliberately. My

wife shook her head exaggeratedly: "Oh no, I've been forced to drink alcohol by several stinky men, I'm out of water."

I glared: "You slut, you dare not have water? Is your ass itchy?"

My wife nodded with a charming smile. “I didn’t mean it. Calling me a slut made my ass itch. My little hole itch too. Boss, please have mercy and stop the itch.”

I chuckled: “Itchy, aren’t you, you little slut? Come here and make the boss feel good, and the boss will stop the itch for you.

Damn it, you’re not a decent woman anymore. You insist on being a prostitute. See if the boss doesn’t teach you a lesson.”

“Ugh! I’m new here. What do you expect me to do? Do you expect me to suck the boss’s stinky cock with my little mouth?” My wife said, deliberately sticking out her pink tongue and licking her lips, looking incredibly seductive.

I smiled and nodded.

My wife sighed, “Sigh, being a woman is so hard.”

“Hurry up, you stinky woman! What are you dawdling for? Do you really want to make the boss angry?”

“Alright, alright, it’s just licking the boss’s cock! Why are you being so fierce? Sweetie, calm down.”

My wife slowly squatted down and reached out to press her hand on my crotch.

“Wow, the boss’s thing is so big.” Her eyes darted around. Her slender fingers gently pulled my penis from the urethra and rubbed it a few times. She lowered her head and licked the swollen glans.

Mmm! So good. I leaned back on the sofa, closed my eyes.

Her nimble tongue slid across the glans, her tip teasing the urethra, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my body.

I thought for a moment, then unbuckled my belt. My wife took it and pulled down my pants and underwear, allowing me to easily stretch my legs open. She could easily reach every sensitive spot between my legs. After

sucking on the glans for a while, I lifted my legs and spread them open. "Little slut, lick down there..."

My wife obediently slid her tongue down, circling it a few times around my perineum, then her tongue tip, like a snake's tongue, touched my anus.

"Mmm..." I let out a loud groan.

My wife used her hands to spread my buttocks, her small mouth against my anus, her tongue tip swirling and pushing inwards, it was hot, itchy, and electrifying, I was almost screaming.

My excitement directly affected my wife's performance. She became even more attentive. I relaxed as much as possible to let her tongue tip penetrate deeper. My

erect penis was already hard as steel.

"Boss's cock is so thick..." Her slender hands grasped the bulging, veiny thing and stroked it up and down.

Her tongue returned to the shaft. Her small mouth opened and took the glans into her mouth...

I pulled my wife and pressed her down on the sofa, my wife giggling.

"Come on, let the boss check if your hole is wet?"

"No! Boss, I'm shy!" My wife pretended to be shy.

"Shy? I think you're horny!" I was sexually aroused, and in a few moments I stripped my wife naked and pressed her down on the sofa.

My wife spread her white, tender legs wide, her plump vulva overflowing with lustful fluid.

I braced myself, aimed, and thrust my hips in. My

wife let out a soft "Ah."

"Your little thing is so tight..."

"So good..." My wife's eyes were unfocused, "Is mine better, or Xu Jing's?"

"Xu Jing's isn't bad, but you're more slutty..."

"Do you like me being slutty with you?" Women love to ask the same question eight hundred times.

"Yes." I answered fiercely.

"I like it too. I like being slutty with you, I like being your slut..." My wife's eyes were half-closed, her waist twisting to meet my thrusts.

"Good wife, Xu Jing licked my asshole too."

"You big pervert, you're so weird. How did she serve you? Like me?" Her tone was excited, her vulva contracting more intensely.

"Tell me, how many times did you sleep with her?"

"When haven't I told you?"

"I want to hear more. I like to hear..." My wife grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. "How did she serve you?

Did she give you oral sex, lick your asshole? Did she drink your semen? She definitely did. You stinky man, you love to ejaculate in other people's mouths, making them swallow it. She must be so wet, you little slut..."

"You horny woman, you little pervert, your own husband is sleeping with other women, and you're aroused, aren't you?"

"Yes, I like watching you sleep with her, I like it..." Her eyes were glazed, her breathing chaotic; my wife was completely immersed in the lust arising from the interplay of imagination and reality...

*** *** *** ***

A deep, blissful sleep! I opened my eyes to find it dark outside the window, and I didn't know what time it was.

My wife was curled up beside me, sleeping soundly.

The cold blanket had slipped down to her waist, revealing her delicate, white skin. Her arms were bent over her chest, pressing down on her full breasts. The nipples, surrounded by dark pink areolas, lay quietly on their peaks.

Another woman's image flashed in my mind: Xu Jing. Compared to my wife's petite figure, Xu Jing was much more slender, but in bed, my wife was far more adept. Xu Jing's initial panic and clumsiness when she first gave me oral sex, the first time she opened her mouth for me to inspect the murky semen... These memories always brought a smile to my face.

Yao Na? I thought of her, Old Chen's new girlfriend.

Yao Na seemed to be somewhere between my wife and Xu Jing; youth was invincible. From our first meeting, I could sense the unique charm of her youthful innocence and student-like quality.

Actually, Xu Jing also possessed a lingering student-like quality, while my wife had a more mature allure.

Early social experience and accumulated professional experience are also a valuable asset. Although in some situations, it can make one somewhat worldly-wise, like my wife's attitude towards Old Chen's new lover.

My hand reached to my wife's chest, gently caressing her beautifully contoured breasts.

My wife still couldn't truly accept the fact that I slept with Xu Jing, even though she witnessed it and showed unusual arousal. Her repeated bringing it up afterwards showed she still cared.

She stirred and opened her eyes, a sweet warmth in them when she saw me.

"Husband..."

I didn't answer.

She rolled over, opened her arms, and kissed me.

I naturally embraced her, a tender moment...

my large hand patted her full, round buttocks.

"Little slut, get up..."

she said with a smile , winking

. "The boss slept well..." "Slept wonderfully," I smiled.

"But I don't want to get up," she pouted.

"Hey, do you really think this is your home?"

"Why not?" she laughed, propping herself up in bed...

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

I shook my head with a smile. "Nothing. What time is it?"

Seven o'clock.

The European-style grandfather clock in the living room pointed to seven.

"Finally showing up! I thought you two weren't planning on coming out after you went in." Da Li said loudly. Lao Chen squinted and remained silent, while Yao Shan chuckled softly.

My wife chuckled and said, "Jealous? Then call Xu Jing to come over and keep you company."

"Sorry, have you been waiting long?"

"No, we just got back from outside."

"This place is nice. Lao Chen and I warmed up a bit. We were just discussing whether to go swimming or eat first, when you two in-laws showed up."

My wife laughed.

"Did we disturb you? You can continue..."

Yao Shan interrupted with a smile, "No, we can't go now. I just asked and the pool water is still being changed. It's almost evening."

"Yes, so we decided to eat first and then go. At least we should take care of you two who just had a good night's sleep, right?"

My wife snorted, "Lao Chen, is there vinegar in the room?" Before Lao Chen could answer, she took my arm and said, "Honey, did you sleep well?"

"Ugh..." Da Li pretended to vomit.

"Hey, Da Li, is it that dramatic?" My wife scolded playfully.

"Nana, you're deliberately trying to provoke me since Xu Jing isn't here. I can take it."

"You deserve it."

"Let me say something. Since we're not going swimming, let's eat. We haven't finished our drinks from lunch, and I want to continue our unfinished revolution with Brother Qin." No one objected to Old Chen's statement.

I sensed that Old Chen had something to discuss with me, and it was very likely related to Yao Shan.

The food was already prepared, and Old Chen had specially ordered several famous local dishes to accompany the drinks.

I joked, "Old Chen, you came prepared, didn't you?"

Old Chen chuckled, "How long has it been since we last drank together, brothers?"

"We've eaten together quite a bit," I said after a moment's thought. "But it's been a long time since we've just had a proper, uninhibited drink together."

"Two years ago, back when I wasn't even in the provincial capital."

"Indeed," I nodded.

"Enough with the small talk, let's get started." Naturally, a bottle first was the starting point.

"Brother Qin, I, Old Chen, really envy you..." After several rounds of drinks, Old Chen's face flushed, and he started talking.

"What do I have to envy? Unlike you."

"Am I doing well?"

"Aren't you? At least I wouldn't even dare to dream of a house worth two or three million right now."

"No." Old Chen shook his head. "You're wrong. Finish your drink first, and I'll tell you what's wrong."

"Really?"

"Of course." Old Chen picked up his drink. "If you think I'm trying to get you drunk, I'll drink this with you."

"Go away, don't try to pin this on me." I laughed. "It's just a drink, right? But if you can't explain it properly, you'll have to double it."

"No problem."

Yao Shan then said to her wife, "Sister Na, shall we go for a walk? And check if the pool water is ready?"

Her wife nodded. "Yeah, I don't want to listen to these two's drunken ramblings anyway. Should I change into my swimsuit so I don't have to run back later?"

"Sure, the water should be ready soon."

"I'll go with you guys. I don't drink, and I don't want to listen to their nonsense." Da Li raised his hand.

"Oh, did you bring anything?" his wife asked.

Da Li pulled something out of his pocket and waved it around, laughing, "See this? I just happened to bring it."

"Then you guys can slowly get tipsy and chat, we won't keep you company. Honey, don't drink too much." After his wife finished speaking, the three of them left the table together.

Old Chen handed me a cigarette and lit one for himself.

"Brother, you're lucky, Nana is a good woman."

(Continued)

"Hey Old Chen, how long has my wife worked at your company?"

"A year. What's wrong?"

"A year is 365 days, and you only just discovered my wife's abilities today, aren't you being a bit ridiculous?" "

Buddy, you misunderstood. You know that's not what I meant."

"Right or wrong. You're wrong about what you said. You deserve a penalty drink."

Old Chen glanced at me and laughed: "Damn it, this drink is a misunderstanding."

At this moment, the three of them came downstairs. His wife and Yao Shan had changed into their swimsuits, each wrapped in a large bath towel, with only their long legs exposed, while Da Li was simply wearing only a pair of swim trunks.

"We're leaving. You guys drink slowly, but don't drink too much..."

I waved my hand, "Don't worry."

The three of them went out and closed the door. Only the two of us were left in the room.

"Hey, drink up, but don't drink too much, didn't I say you wouldn't drink?"

"Fine, afraid I'll refuse to drink?" he said, picking up his glass.

I waited for him to finish before refilling it.

“I understand what you mean. Don’t you think about it? One leaves, and another immediately comes to take its place. Who can be happier than you?”

“Yao Shan?” Old Chen took a sip of beer. “Actually, I understand that everyone has their opinions about my leaving Xiao Ru. But this can’t be blamed on Yao Shan. It has nothing to do with her.”

“It has nothing to do with her. It takes two to tango.”

“Look, look, it really has nothing to do with her.”

“I didn’t say it had anything to do with her. The divorce is between you, Old Chen, and Xiao Ru. How could it have anything to do with her?”

“Okay, okay.” Old Chen smiled bitterly. “It has something to do with her. It has something to do with her. If it weren’t for her, Xiao Ru and I probably wouldn’t have broken up.”

“I knew it. After so many years of marriage, they just break up like that. Even strangers can see that something’s not right.”

Old Chen raised his glass: “Come on, let’s have a drink.”

Wiping his mouth, Old Chen sighed: “I didn’t want a divorce from the bottom of my heart. After all these years, it would be a lie to myself to say there were no feelings. If we could be like you and Nana, maybe Xiao Ru and I wouldn’t have had to come to this.”

"Stop, stop." I laughed. "What you're saying is completely incomparable; people are different."

Old Chen sat up straight, extending his right hand: "Let's play a game of rock-paper-scissors, haven't played in ages."

Two rounds? That'll take at least dozens. You drink one. I drink one. Faces flushed red...

Just as we were shouting and laughing, the three who went out came back. Da Li ran upstairs, and his wife and Yao Shan came over to us.

"Drinking, still drinking?"

"Chatting, mainly chatting."

"Feeling good after the swim?" I asked his wife.

She nodded. "How much longer are you going to drink?"

I had just smiled when Old Chen interrupted: "I've kept your husband here; I haven't decided what time we'll finish."

Yao Shan said, "You guys drink, I'll go back to my room first, sorry, Brother Qin."

"It's okay, understanding is everything."

"I don't think these two will be done anytime soon, Nana, let's chat too, let's talk about our thoughts, exchange our understanding of society and people." Da Li walked over, wearing a t-shirt.

"Oh, you little devil." My wife laughed first. "Where are we going to chat?"

"Of course not here. How could these two drunkards hear me talking to my mistress?" Da Li smiled and looked at me and Lao Chen, then said to my wife, "Let's go upstairs to chat. Brother Qin, is it okay if Nana keeps me company?"

I laughed and said, "You keep calling me 'mistress,' but you don't ask Nana, you ask me?"

"Asking you is just being polite. Do you think I really need your permission?"

"Get lost..." I laughed and scolded.

"Honey, then my little husband and I will go upstairs. You should drink less too."

I nodded.

After my wife and Da Li left, Lao Chen slowly said, "I really envy you and Nana."

"Here we go again."

"No, no, no..." Lao Chen shook his head. "Listen to me, you didn't understand what I meant."

I chuckled. "Alright, go ahead, I'm all ears."

"People, compared to money, which is more important?"

"Hey, Lao Chen, are you getting deep?"

"Very shallow, very shallow, not deep at all, just a little heavy..." Lao Chen's red eyes were fixed on one spot.

"No need." He raised his glass and held it out to me. "You live in a big house, drive a fancy car, and have beautiful girls doting on you. You've got enough to brag about, what's there to be ashamed of! Come on, let's have a drink."

Old Chen grabbed his glass and clinked it against mine. I took a big gulp. Old Chen held his glass in front of him without drinking.

"Money's nothing, people are the most important." He said, taking a big gulp.

Standing there talking, his back never stops; with material abundance, he wants to play the metaphysical game. Damn! A common ailment of the newly rich.

"Old Chen, this isn't good of you. Having everything means having nothing. You've had your innocent days, your mistress's pampering, your concubine's keeping, and now you're back to your old ways? You think a simple life is the best? You're really infuriating."

Old Chen paused, then laughed, tilting his head back and downing the rest of his glass.

"You mean I'm pretentious?"

"Bullshit. I mean you're a flirt! You grab the new one, but won't let go of the old one."

"Hahahaha..." Old Chen laughed loudly, "Right, right, right... smack your lips..."

Some say that success in love inevitably leads to failure in love. Old Chen's face was already the color of a pig's liver.

"No... no more cigarettes..." Old Chen crumpled the empty cigarette pack in his hand and threw it aside, "Sit down, I'll get some cigarettes..." Old Chen said, standing up. I took a step, swayed, and then plopped back down.

"Alright, you sit, I'll go get it." I stood up, leaning on the table. "How about that, I'm a bit better than you, right...

" "Keep bragging, we'll see who's better later. The cigarettes are on the desk in the room... easy to find..."

He let out a hiccup and took a deep breath.

I shook my head, took a deep breath to clear my head, and then staggered upstairs.

Reaching Old Chen's room, I knocked on the door, but there was no response. I figured Yao Shan was probably asleep.

Just as I was about to turn around, I wondered if Yao Shan had left the door open for Old Chen. I reached for the lock and turned it. "Click," the door opened. I smiled smugly; my reaction was quick after all.

"Yao Shan, I've come to get the cigarettes,"

I said, but there was no response from inside. Hesitating for less than a second, I pushed the door open and went in.

The room was dimly lit, with only a nightlight on.

Old Chen said the cigarettes were on the table. I saw the table as soon as I came in, but I didn't see the cigarettes. I stood around the room, looking for a place to put the cigarette.

Then I noticed Yao Shan lying on the bed. She was facing inwards, lying on her side, wearing a simple, light-colored nightgown, her fair back exposed, a towel draped around her waist. Her legs were exposed, long, slender, and white. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

"Finished drinking..."

she rolled over, lying flat, and asked groggily.

I thought she was awake and was about to explain.

"Sleep..." she mumbled again.

Oh! She mistook me for Old Chen! Look at how worried I am.

I didn't move, but looked at her on the bed.

Before, even if I wanted to, I could only look at her sleeping position to a limited extent. But now, even if I didn't want to, I couldn't help but look.

The towel draped around her waist had fallen to the side due to an unintentional roll, giving me a clear view. But being attracted to her because of this was illogical.

Yes, she was wearing a nightgown. But if pajamas can't cover up privacy, and privacy is exposed, it's enough to attract attention, especially a man's.

Damn! She wasn't wearing any underwear; her bare lower body was right in front of me, completely defenseless.

Her legs were snow-white and straight, and at the junction of her flat stomach and legs, a few sparse, dark pubic hairs swayed profusely on the mound. The smooth, delicate curves extended down to her abdomen and groin, parted in the middle to form an alluring slit, then immediately fell into the shadows. This scene made me want to touch it, and then think...

From my position, I couldn't see the whole picture, but it was enough to make my imagination run wild.

My crotch started to stir without warning...

I just needed to walk over... But what was this!

Sleep with her? I shook my head. She was Old Chen's girlfriend.

Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked towards the door. When I reached the door, I heard Yao Shan's voice.

"Where are you going?"

I lowered my voice and answered haphazardly before quickly walking out, feeling embarrassed.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and was about to step down. I noticed Old Chen lying motionless on the sofa at the far end, his hand resting on his face, seemingly asleep. I pulled back the foot I had already stepped out.

He was asleep. Was

he drunk?

That was highly likely. Recalling the slight stumble he'd made when he sat up earlier, I was even more convinced.

What should I do? My mind raced, then became chaotic. The image of Yao Shan's exposed, fresh and alluring lower body flashed before my eyes, lingering there. My already aroused groin twitched.

This was an opportunity! My heart pounded at the thought.

What should I do? I had to make a decision quickly. Some opportunities are fleeting. The key wasn't that Yao Shan and Old Chen were asleep, but whether I could... or not. Was

this a bit... unethical?

It was all a mess, but I couldn't let it drag on like this. I had to make a decision.

I found myself a reason, any reason at all. How about admiring her? Just admiring her.

As long as I focused on admiring a sleeping beauty, nothing should go wrong. After all, Old Chen treated me quite well, and my wife was highly valued at his company. It was just a glance; it wouldn't hurt him. Besides, my wife worked at his company; who knows if he hadn't had any designs on her? Having made up my mind, I returned to the room.

Yao Shan was basically in the same position as before. The hem of her nightgown was folded around her smooth, slender waist, her lower body still completely exposed for my viewing pleasure. It felt like the position of her two long, white legs was slightly different; before, they were straight and slightly apart. Now, one leg was straight, and the other was slightly bent and open. In this way, the little garden beneath her pubic hair was completely open to me.

This sight was so sensual it was almost unbearable!

I heard my own heavy breathing. My aroused organs quickly became engorged and heavy.

I tiptoed to the foot of the bed and slowly bent down to see more clearly. Yao Shan's vulva was full and tender; except for a tuft of pubic hair on the vulva, the entire vulva was clean. A tiny bud peeked out from under the foreskin, her dark red labia closed into a slit sealing her vulva, like a tightly pursed little mouth. Below the closed vulva, two white, tender buttocks squeezed out a slit, concealing the "little mouth" within.

A cloying, feminine scent filled the air, making me feel restless. "

If you don't pick the flower, you're not human!" I thought fiercely. I was convinced Yao Shan was blatantly seducing me. Look at those tightly pursed lips; they were clearly telling me: Come on! Fuck me!

I forgot that this primal temptation wasn't directed at me, and I forgot I was merely admiring it.

My heart was half nervous, mostly excited. Since you treat me like Old Chen, then I'll be Old Chen for once. I believe that what Old Chen can do, I can do too, perhaps even more.

Old Chen, buddy, I'm sorry, your girl is driving me crazy! If I don't fuck her, I'll be letting you down even more… No time to lose.

I turned off the nightlight first. It's a bit of a shame, but we had to do it this way. If we were discovered halfway through that we had switched the roles, it would be a huge disappointment.

Darkness can embolden, and the initial tension quickly turned into composure. I swiftly stripped naked, then casually stroked my throbbing, erect member.

It was time for this thing to wreak havoc.

I didn't rush in recklessly. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I groped my way onto the bed from memory. First, I touched her legs; the skin was smooth, supple, and bouncy. A year has passed, youth is truly different. The feel was amazing!

I slowly moved my hand up her smooth, soft legs, the closer I got to my destination, the stronger the excitement became. When I felt I was almost at her genitals, I stopped touching them and instead raised my hand forward. My fingers first touched a few strands of downy hair—the spot was right. So I pressed my fingers down, and sure enough, I felt a plump little mound of flesh. I switched to my palm, cupping her entire garden between her legs. The warm, soft touch encouraged me to gently massage it.

She groaned and shifted slightly. She remained lying flat, but her straight leg bent to the side.

Although I couldn't see clearly, I could tell she was definitely in a position waiting to be fucked. She thought it was Old Chen doing her, which was why she was in her usual position. But she didn't expect someone else to be playing in her private garden. Just thinking about this made me sexually aroused to the point of madness. I

moved my hand to the side and brought my face closer.

The cloying, lewd scent filled the air, the only effect of which was to make any normal man's blood boil uncontrollably.

I stuck out my tongue and tentatively touched her tender flesh. Apart from the strong sexual fragrance, there was no other smell.

Her body was stimulated and subconsciously moved, but she didn't wake up. Even if she did wake up, in her daze she would only think that it was Old Chen giving her oral sex, so I could be bold and at ease.

I no longer took it easy, my tongue first explored her outer perimeter, properly savoring the taste of this beautiful flesh. Finally, I pushed open her tightly closed lips and slipped into her flower stream, my tongue swimming freely in the stream.

She hummed dreamily, and her lower body involuntarily rose.

"Mmm..." she groaned again. Her body trembled, her hips twisting to meet my tongue.

I quickly tasted her secretions. I felt this wasn't enough, so I took her labia into my mouth, sucking as my tongue found her tender, slippery opening and skillfully probed inside.

Her moans became disordered, her hips twisting more violently, and her opening released a large amount of secretions. I reached out and supported her buttocks, feeling her flesh contracting and straining. I aimed my mouth at her opening and sucked hard, drawing in all her secretions, filling my mouth with a sweet, sour taste.

"Don't eat... come in..."

she gasped, her voice trembling, with a sob-like tremor.

I stopped assaulting her genitals, kissing and licking as I moved upwards, pulling her nightgown up. She naturally lifted her body, raising her arms straight up.

Of course, I didn't take it off completely; I simply flipped the nightgown up to her neck, covering her face, and pressed her arms above her head. I wasn't sure if this would cause her any unusual agitation; her voice sounded anxious.

I didn't completely press down on her, remaining mostly in a kneeling position. I kissed her again. I think I kissed her breasts precisely.

During the day, I had noticed that her breasts were small but perky, and now, I knew from feeling that my judgment was correct.

Her skin was smooth and delicate, and her breasts were even more prominent. The transition from observation to actual observation brought a vivid sensory stimulation. Her breasts were full and firm, with exquisite curves, and her nipples were small, only the size of soybeans when erect, yet quite adorable.

I felt regret again; I had hurriedly turned off the lights earlier and forgotten to properly appreciate them.

My mouth and tongue went at it all at once. I held her hands with one hand, and used the free hand to directly assault her breasts.

I didn't bother with any particular method, sucking on her breasts, sucking on her nipples, and kneading her breasts; I was busy having a great time. And under my playful touch, she moaned and trembled, her body trembling frequently in response.

I wasn't just playing around. I knew very well that while indulging in this was certainly pleasurable, the time, place, and circumstances didn't allow it to continue. It was time to get to the point and take her.

I positioned myself, leaning forward between her wide-open legs, my thick, hard penis pressing against the base of her vulva.

The head of my penis clearly felt the wetness and lubrication of her vagina. I straightened the head, pressing it against the hot entrance.

Up to this point, she was completely unaware of anything amiss. Right or wrong, I was already at the point of release, unable to hold back.

With a thrust of my hips, I inserted my already throbbing member amidst her muffled groans.

Her vagina was well-lubricated, and entry was effortless. The natural, gentle contractions of the vaginal walls made my member feel incredibly soothed. The inside was burning hot, the tight, seamless embrace sending a surge of pleasure through me.

Another thrust, all the way in.

In those brief few seconds, she trembled several times, her vagina contracting and expanding, rubbing against the invading object—the sensation was indescribable. I couldn't help but admire her; I never imagined she possessed such inner beauty beyond her outward charm. Then I thought about it again and couldn't help but laugh at my own naiveté. Old Chen had abandoned his eight-year marriage for her, and it certainly wasn't just because of her looks. I was glad I'd acted decisively, otherwise I would have regretted letting such a delicious meal slip through my fingers.

After a short rest, I began my standard procedure...

What did this old Chen do to deserve this? What kind of good fortune did his ancestors bring him?

His ex-wife was a stunning beauty, and this one was no exception. As I felt physical pleasure, a wave of jealousy welled up inside me...

"...Ah...gently...a little..."

Yao Shan cried out softly, her voice trembling.

I was suddenly startled, realizing that I was putting all my strength into her, each thrust hitting her G-spot squarely. I immediately slowed down, and she gradually calmed down.

"You jerk, what did you eat? Using so much force, are you trying to kill me?"

I didn't dare say a word. I pulled out and flipped her over.

"Ugh, you're torturing me again..."

she said, propping herself up on the bed with her legs. Before I could move, she had already naturally raised her buttocks high.

I reached out and touched her buttocks a few times. When I saw her during the day, I noticed that she had a round, firm buttocks, the curves of which were alluring. Now, actually touching them, the flesh was indeed taut and elastic.

I moved my hand to the cleft between her buttocks. The tender skin was wet and covered with vaginal secretions, the cleft of her flesh gaping provocatively.

Without wasting any time, I pressed my wet, thick penis against the entrance. With a thrust of my hips, I possessed her again.

I dared not let my mind wander, my attention fully focused. After a vigorous assault, she was overflowing with juices, moaning and crying uncontrollably...

I was drenched in sweat, but compared to the waves of stimulation from the friction of her tender orifice against my organs, I only wished to sweat more.

The graceful Yao Shan raised her snow-white buttocks high. The thick, dark penis, glistening with her juices, thrust relentlessly in and out of her tight vagina.

Imagining this, combined with what I was doing, made my blood boil.

I reached for her breasts, grasping each one firmly. Their fullness made them perfect for kneading and playing with from behind.

While playing with her breasts, my hip movements didn't slow down; instead, they quickened.

Yao Shan almost cried out.

For a fleeting second, I worried her voice would be heard. This worry intensified the stimulation, and I grew increasingly aroused. The pure physical stimulation combined with the possession of my friend's girlfriend caused pleasure to rapidly build in my lower abdomen. I knew I was nearing my climax.

Yao Shan's entire upper body was limp on the bed, only her buttocks stubbornly remained raised to withstand the impact of my penis.

The obvious, disordered trembling of her body told me that she was already experiencing unbearable pleasure.

The explosion of pleasure suddenly struck.

I thrust violently several times, my penis penetrating deep inside, the engorged organ grinding fiercely against the softest part of her core.

My ejaculation came. I let out a heavy groan…

As the first gush of fluid erupted, I could no longer control myself and was swept away by ecstasy.

Her vagina responded to my outburst with strong contractions…

Yao Shan's rapid breathing had not yet subsided. I had already silently and quickly put on my clothes.

We'd already done it, no need for tenderness, I just needed to get out of there quickly.

My heart pounded the moment the door closed behind me.

I really did it with Yao Shan!

For two or three minutes, I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to believe it. Only one word kept running through my mind: thrilling.

Absolutely thrilling, and absolutely pleasurable!

As my breathing returned to normal, I suddenly wondered if Yao Shan would suspect anything amiss. After all, it wasn't Old Chen who slept with her. And I didn't know what Old Chen's habits were with her. Thinking about it more deeply, I realized I was overthinking it. Even if she realized something was wrong, would she really tell Old Chen? Unlikely.

I shook my head, thinking it was too late to think about it now.

My steps felt heavy as I lifted my foot.

Halfway there, I suddenly remembered I'd come up to get cigarettes. I'd been gone so long without getting them; what would I say if Old Chen woke up and asked?

After a moment's hesitation, I remembered there seemed to be cigarettes in my room. It was better to go back to my room and get them; I couldn't go to his room again.

I was about to knock when my hand froze on the door. For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into my head: while I was downstairs drinking and chatting with Lao Chen, including the time I'd slipped into his room, my wife and Da Li had stayed in the suite the whole time. Were they just chatting?

Then another thought crossed my mind: did I really want something to happen between them? If it were going to happen, it would probably be in the past by now.

I paused, then instinctively pressed my ear to the door. I heard sounds inside. Faint, intermittent laughter.

A thought struck me, and I gently squeezed the doorknob. The lock clicked; the door wasn't locked from the inside.

I quietly opened it but didn't go in immediately; instead, I pushed the door open a crack.

The room lights were off. The light from the hallway nightlight shining in felt strange. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. No one was in the living room. After standing quietly for a while, I realized the sounds were coming from the bedroom.

I headed towards the bedroom. The door was ajar, and the lights were off inside, only flickering, irregular light. It was the television; the sound I'd heard was from it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, about to crack a joke, when my hand on the door faltered.

Through the crack, I saw this: my wife and Da Li were in bed.

Getting into bed!

From my angle, I couldn't see Da Li, but who else could it be at this moment?

The first thing I saw was my wife's naked, white buttocks, her rounded cheeks resting on her small feet.

I turned slightly to the side and saw her smooth lower back and back extending from her full, white buttocks. Her familiar upper body moved rhythmically, her full breasts swaying like teardrops, nipples erect.

On either side of her body were two legs, spread wide, seemingly enjoying themselves—undoubtedly Da Li's.

I didn't need to look any further to understand what my wife was doing.

Unexpected yet expected, those two adulterers! My heart suddenly pounded wildly.

I don't know if it's just the beginning, or if it's already happened two or three times...

I should be angry, furious, even enraged! But no.

Aside from the initial shock of discovering it, my brain was immediately dominated by another emotion. I'd heard my wife talk about her past affairs, but I'd never actually seen them.

I could rush in right now, but I couldn't move.

Da Li let out a blissful groan.

Damn it! This bastard must be completely out of his mind from my wife's sucking.

Just from Xu Jing's clumsy skills, I could tell Da Li rarely gets this kind of treatment. My wife is different; her oral skills are as beautiful as she is.

Damn it, he's really getting off easy!

I turned slightly to the side, trying to see the whole picture, but not wanting to be seen by the man and woman playing around, so half my face was almost pressed against the wall.

My wife's arms were on either side of his waist, her hair loose and flowing.

From my angle, I could only see part of it. My wife was giving him oral sex with all her heart, and she was taking it in very deep, her face almost buried in the pubic hair below Da Li's abdomen when she swallowed.

Da Li's large hand reached to his wife's chest, grasping her swaying breast. He kneaded it while his fingers played with her nipples. Her full breasts twisted and contorted in his hands, changing shape.

Her breasts, especially her nipples, were one of her erogenous zones; usually, the slightest teasing would arouse her. A passionate moan escaped her throat, and her swallowing movements quickened noticeably.

A surge of heat rushed to his groin.

His wife's small mouth held another man's penis; my body, which belonged solely to me, was being wantonly played with by another man.

Only when it was happening right before my eyes did I realize that imagination was far less shocking than reality.

Da Li, receiving his wife's return favor, was clearly even more aroused. His slender body, especially his hips, moved nervously upwards.

The stimulation of this scene was indescribable, a stimulation accompanied by a pang of jealousy.

His engorged groin swelled and hardened uncontrollably, feeling uncomfortable against his trousers. To relieve the discomfort, I simply released my already hardened organ from the urethra and unconsciously began to stroke it up and down, gripping the shaft.

The two then switched positions.

Da Li lay flat on his back.

His wife got up and shifted her position, spreading her legs and placing them over Da Li's head. Da Li held her buttocks and brought his mouth to her hairy vulva.

His wife groaned, biting her lower lip, frowning, and looking quite pleased. Her slender hand reached between Da Li's legs and grasped his penis. Only then did I notice Da Li's member. My first impression was that it wasn't as thick or as long as mine, but the glans was very round and large. Then I noticed that its hardness seemed insufficient; I didn't know if it was always like that or if it had been used before. After

a few strokes, his wife groaned and couldn't help but lean forward, her nimble tongue licking the man's engorged glans, occasionally teasing the urethra with the tip of her tongue.

This slut, she's enjoying it so much!

The wife opened her mouth again and took his penis in. Her head rose and fell, her cheeks puffing and contracting. Soon, the penis was glistening and hard under her ministrations.

She sucked for a while, then spat it out, her eyes glazed over as she gasped for breath. It was clear that Da Li had aroused her greatly.

"Put it in..." she whispered, her voice sounding somewhat impatient.

"You start from on top."

"Ugh, it's me on top again," she cursed.

"I'll be on top in a bit," Da Li replied with a grin.

The wife obediently turned over, spreading her legs and kneeling at Da Li's waist. Her hands guided Da Li's penis, aiming the swollen glans at her wet vulva.

I said! I! I had to stop it! I almost shouted it out!

I noticed the word "again" in the wife's words, which meant they had already had sex. Was shouting "again" redundant?

When did they do it? Was it just now?

As I was lost in thought, my wife gently sat down, her aroused vagina swallowing Da Li's penis.

I stood there for a moment, stunned. I had a chance to stop it, but I just watched it happen.

My wife was already moving. At their point of contact, Da Li's penis rhythmically went in and out. My wife's buttocks rippled against Da Li's hips.

She sat very deep, each thrust reaching the very base of his penis. Their intense moans echoed in the room.

Da Li moved his hips to meet my wife's movements.

My wife pulled Da Li's hand to her chest.

"Touch... touch me..." she gasped, "Is mine better or Xu Jing's better..."

"Are you referring to this or the little hole down there?"

"Both..."

"Then tell me, is my penis better, or your husband's?"

"You're so annoying... you can't mention him at a time like this..."

"Why? What's wrong with mentioning him? Do you feel bad for him?"

My wife didn't answer, only continued to twist her hips.

“Don’t think like that. Didn’t he sleep with Xu Jing too? If you sleep with me, it’s even, isn’t it?”

“Pah…it’s different…” the wife huffed. “If you hadn’t taken advantage of his business trip, I wouldn’t have slept with you. Men are all the same…he’s not…you’re even worse than him…”

“Hehe, I admit it. I’m only this mean to you because you’re charming and know how to play. Anyone would want to sleep with you, and once they do, they’d be addicted. Sigh, what would your husband’s reaction be if he knew we slept together?”

“I don’t know…don’t tell me, you know…oh…I can’t take it anymore, your big head is rubbing against there again…it’s so soft…I’m exhausted, you get on top of me…”

the wife got off him. Da Li helped her lie down, lifted her legs and spread them open so she could hug them to her chest. The wife did as she was told. This made her full buttocks stick out high, her pubic hair disheveled, her vulva dripping with juices, and her two fleshy lips wide open, waiting for the man’s penis. The posture was indescribably shameless and vulgar, yet incredibly stimulating.

Da Li, holding his penis, easily pushed it into his wife's vagina. His hands pressed against her breasts, and he swayed his hips. His penis appeared and disappeared inside her…

I was stunned for a long time. It turned out my wife and Da Li had been having an affair for a while…

I heard my wife moan, "Don't ejaculate inside…"

"Okay," Da Li replied decisively, "Same old rule, I'll ejaculate in your little mouth…"

"Hmm…"

I tucked my penis into my pants and silently left the room.

Back downstairs, I found Old Chen already sitting up on the sofa.

"Where did you go? I thought you were asleep…"

"No." I took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to him.

"Here, drink this bottle."

"Drink."

A "clink." I quickly downed the bottle, feeling dizzy. I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes.

My mind was filled with images of my wife and Da Li's wanton lovemaking, then their conversation…

“I’m going upstairs for a bit, I’ll be right back…”

I didn’t move. I kept my eyes closed.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard footsteps.

“Old Chen, what have you been doing for so long? If you don’t come down soon, I’m not going to keep you company…”

“Can you sleep?”

someone answered, but it wasn’t Old Chen.

It was Yao Shan.

I opened my eyes with a “whoosh.” Yao Shan was already beside me! She was still only wearing that nightgown, her long legs exposed.

“Oh… I thought it was Old Chen…” I woke up instantly.

“Why him? Can’t I come?”

“How could that be? Old Chen is resting?”

My gaze fell on her thighs again.

Damn it! Immediately, her naked body and the image of her moaning softly beneath me flashed into my mind. I quickly looked away and sat up straight.

“Do you think I don’t know if Old Chen is resting or not? Wasn’t he drinking with you?”

“He…he just went upstairs…”

She shook her head. “He didn’t go back to his room…”

He didn’t go back to his room? Where did he go?

“He probably got drunk and just hid somewhere out of the way, that Old Chen is really something!”

Yao Shan smiled. “Maybe. Shall we go look for him? Maybe he went to your room in a daze.”

I stood up abruptly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I…I’m fine.”

“Shall we go upstairs…?” It seemed like she was asking for my opinion, but actually she was preparing to take action.

Could I say no?

Yao Shan turned and walked ahead, and I followed, but my steps were a little heavy. I hoped those two had finished their battle.

Yao Shan stopped at the top of the stairs. “You were the one who came to the room just now, weren’t you?” She turned around and looked at me, her gaze undisguised.

I was caught off guard. Before I could answer, Yao Shan chuckled. “Don’t think about it. What’s done is done, why are you afraid to admit it?”

“I…” I was speechless.

She moved closer to me, her body pressed against mine. Before I could react, her hand was on my genitals, and she grasped it.

"It's hard..." she whispered, "It's still behaving itself."

She chuckled softly and left me, heading upstairs. I stood there, stunned. I saw she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Come on up," she called softly, turning her head.

I quickly followed. She casually took my arm. "Does it look good?"

She knew I had been spying on her from behind.

"Oh..."

"Shh...don't talk...don't let that drunkard see us..." A mischievous glint in her eyes.

I went back to the room.

Different time, same place, yet different feelings.

I couldn't stop Yao Shan at all. Her confident demeanor made me suspect she knew something.

Before I could think further, she was already outside the bedroom door.

The door was ajar, but the crack seemed wide open. Sounds came from inside—the sound of a television program, and other noises.

Yao Shan turned her head, a finger to her lips, and beckoned me over.

I was curious, uneasy, and a little embarrassed. After all, my wife was inside.

Yao Shan didn't move; she quietly crouched down against the wall.

I gestured for her to move aside. She shook her head, her expression a half-smile.

To see clearly, I had to stand in front of her, leaning forward with my face pressed against the wall. But this meant I had to squeeze past Yao Shan. My crotch was right in front of her face, so I immediately arched my back a little.

Yao Shan smiled at me.

Ignoring her, I eagerly peered into the bedroom.

I saw my wife kneeling on the bed, her round, white buttocks sticking out. Da Li was thrusting into her from behind, holding her slender waist.

My wife was making muffled sounds, as if something was blocking her mouth. A thought struck me, and I moved even closer to the door.

I saw it clearly.

There was another person in front of my wife.

This person was sitting on the headboard, completely naked. His crotch was right in front of my wife's face.

Judging from the movement of my wife's head, she was giving him oral sex.

This person was actually Lao Chen.

Lao Chen squinted and grinned, clearly enjoying my wife's ministrations.

My head spun for a second. What was going on?! Lao Chen… Lao Chen was also… involved!

Lao Chen pressed my wife's head down, pulled out his gleaming penis that she had been sucking. He turned around, presenting his buttocks to my wife's face. This action undoubtedly meant for his wife to lick his anus.

Would she do it?

I thought she would refuse. I think I was wrong. Without a second's hesitation, she reached out and spread his buttocks, bringing her face close.

A moment later. Judging from her position, her mouth was positioned exactly at his anus. Was her tongue sticking out? Old Chen, that son of a bitch, must be ecstatic! That wasn't enough; his wife's hand reached between his legs and grasped his penis, stroking it.

Old Chen happily arched his back, spreading his buttocks open himself up to make it easier for his wife to lick, and to lick deeper.

Perfect service, truly perfect service! Judging from their level of understanding and his wife's submissive attitude, this wasn't the first time between them… I turned my face away, my forehead against the wall.

Sweat beaded on my back.

My mind was a mess…

Yao Shan stared at me with wide eyes.

She pointed to my crotch, then to her own mouth.

Seeing my lack of reaction, she proactively reached out and pulled open the zipper of my urethra, then deftly and skillfully pulled out my penis.

It was already thick and hard.

She leaned in and extended her pink tongue.

First, she licked the sensitive tip of the glans, then slowly slid it into her mouth as if swallowing.

Her eyes looked up at me. Her nimble tongue moved back and forth, up and down, left and right, licking the glans.

One hand grasped my thick, hot shaft and stroked it, while the other hand gave me a thumbs-up…

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