【Night is Not Yet Over ● Dongdong】

Bombs and marriage are incompatible. If you insist on linking them, there's only one reason:

when marriage loses its novelty, it's like a bomb having its fuse pulled—all that's left is to wait. When the explosion happens

, everything turns to dust.

At least, that's how I understand marriage, because my marriage is pretty much like that.

The fuse hasn't been pulled, but my fingers are already on it, just waiting for that moment to arrive

. And now I'm wavering between pulling and not pulling.

Dongdong and I have been married for seven years. If there's such a thing as the seven-year itch, then that itch

has arrived.

Actually, Dongdong and I have been together for more than seven years. If you include the four years of university and the two years of work, then

it's been thirteen years. According to the age division of a person's life, I completely gave my golden years to

Dongdong , so what era am I in now? I'm really not sure.

In everyone's eyes, we are a happy and loving couple. If we could have a child,

our marriage and family would be worthy of being written into textbooks, becoming an example in the love stories of young men and women. But

privately, I think that what outsiders see is not enough, far from meeting

the requirements of a so-called perfect life. Perhaps such a thing doesn't even exist in this world.

Let me tell you about Dongdong. Dongdong is a beautiful woman, the kind of woman most people would consider beautiful,

though she's not very tall, only 1.6 meters. I'm sorry to say, this is due to the

lack of material comforts in my past life. Sometimes I'm glad her height created an opportunity for me. Because I'm only

1.75 meters . In college, Dongdong didn't just receive my advances;

several other handsome guys in the university were also pursuing her, and I was the least qualified among them.

I've discussed this with Dongdong more than once, asking why she chose me. But

I never get an answer from her. Dongdong likes to quote a line from a movie: "Loving someone doesn't need

a reason ." Does it? I don't think so. I believe everything needs a reason, including love.

As for that line, I think it's utterly boring nonsense. I apologize for using a swear word,

but only this phrase can truly express my disdain for it.

Life is going smoothly; I have money, a house, and a car, but all that's left is the child. But will everything be alright

once ? I have no idea. Is this how life will continue?

What are we then?

A year or two ago, Dongdong and I discussed children, but I always steered the conversation away from the topic.

We don't need children until our careers are stable. Because children aren't something you can just have whenever you want.

Having a child requires far more effort and resources than you imagine. For a child, you must create a healthy

, happy environment conducive to their growth, and right now, the conditions aren't right. What a high-sounding reason—for

the next generation —but only I know in my heart that it's not like that.

I have a sense of crisis. Actually, this sense of crisis has been lurking in my heart for a long time, but in recent years, with

increased wealth, I've gradually forgotten it. However, people are strange creatures. Often, when you don't think about it,

it can ignore you, but when you suddenly remember it, it's hard to calm down.

Dongdong and I have a tacit understanding and compatibility, in many things, including sex.

But lately, sex has become somewhat routine for me. We're so

familiar with each other's bodies that we seem to know each other far better than we know ourselves. Is this excessive familiarity causing the passion

to fade Does Dongdong feel the same way? I'm not sure. I only know that this

feeling of fatigue, though not yet aversion, has recurred many times over the past year, but the

frequency has increased recently. The sense of crisis has intensified around this time. I feel I need to

change. But how to change, what kind of change to make, is something I haven't thought of. Then it was Dongdong, Dongdong, who reminded me.

Dongdong's behavior that day gave me a clue. She talked about their new general manager that day, and from her

words, I could tell he was a man about our age, and somewhat handsome. Actually,

when I said that, I felt a little jealous. To be honest, it should be "mature," not "

handsome."

That night, we unexpectedly made love twice, and the two times added up to half the night.

In the end, Dongdong, extremely satisfied, lay down and fell asleep, while I didn't wake up until noon the next day.

A person's mind only works well when they are awake. After waking up at noon, I

was satisfied , but also somewhat surprised by the conclusions I reached after reflection. It turned out that

the stimulation I needed in life came from this: hearing my wife talk about other men aroused me—this was a

significant . It's true, I don't want to deny it. During sex, the thought occasionally flashed through my mind about what my

body would look like and behave under the caresses of other men. However, at the time

, other senses masked this, but when I was alone and calm, what I had ignored

resurfaced.

When alone, I can often think clearly and thoroughly, and I can often think things through very deeply. But

sometimes it's different. When I imagined Dongdong moaning and groaning under the caresses of other men, my feelings were undoubtedly

much more complex. There was a sense of unease, yet it felt incredibly stimulating. The mere thought could cause a severe physiological

reaction —this was a harsh reality. After much deliberation, I decided to temporarily

gravitate towards desire without any risk.

That evening after dinner, we sat down to watch TV, and I consciously steered the conversation towards Dongdong's work. Dongdong

is the assistant marketing director at a large foreign-invested company in China. Her workload is heavy, and she generally

doesn't talk about work at home—partly because I'm not interested, and partly because it affects my mood. So, Dongdong thought it was

a bit to ask about her work. I laughed it off, saying I rarely inquire, and that I was just being concerned.

Actually, Dongdong was just being casually curious; I had steered the conversation, and she had become the main character.

Gradually, Dongdong shifted the topic to the new boss. I thought to myself, "We're getting to the point." Dongdong

became quite animated, entering a conversational mode. Dongdong is the kind of person who, once she starts a conversation, can't stop, because...

At this point, I usually played the role of a listener, only occasionally interjecting a word or two, then watching her and listening to her

performance.

I probably missed eight out of ten sentences Dongdong said, only knowing that the boss she mentioned had become

the main topic of discussion in her company after meals.

I noticed that Dongdong was more or less enthusiastic when she mentioned her boss. I didn't think this was a sign that

Dongdong was interested in her boss; if it were, Dongdong, like any other woman, wouldn't

show it in front of her husband. What interested Dongdong was a woman's innate curiosity. Then

another question came to mind: could Dongdong possibly be interested in her boss? It's unlikely at the moment; at most,

it's a normal

reaction . However, judging from Dongdong's reactions in bed these past two days, it can't be said that Dongdong has no interest. For a moment,

I was quite interested in the chain of questions that arose in my mind.

"What are you daydreaming about? Are you even listening to me?" Dongdong looked at me with a mix of reproach and curiosity.

"What am I daydreaming about? I just think our Dongdong is so pretty..."

These words came from the bottom of my heart. A woman is only truly

beautiful , and that's the feeling Dongdong gave me. Besides, Dongdong was naturally beautiful.

Dongdong's face flushed slightly; she was actually a little embarrassed by my words. "Did you put some kind of lip gloss on your lips? That's strange,

coming out of nowhere."

"Put some lip gloss on my lips? Whose lip gloss? Unless it's Dongdong's lip gloss, I wouldn't even consider it."

"You're going to die..."

Dongdong is such a shameless woman; after all these years, she's still the same. A simple sweet nothing can

make her blush for ages. It was true before, and it's true now. Once a habit is formed, it's really hard to change.

The Dongdong who blushed before gave me a youthful beauty; now, besides a touch of shyness, she

exudes a mature sexiness.

I couldn't help but want to hug her and be affectionate for a while, but I also couldn't resist listening to her chatter, or

what else I might discover next.

"Hey, you've been acting a bit strange these past few days."

This was the second time she'd used the word "strange" at the same time, and it was directed at me,

Dongdong's husband.

I had no choice but to back down and ask her, "You say I'm acting strange? Then tell me, what exactly is strange about me,

and how?"

Dongdong listened seriously and scrutinized me for a moment before answering earnestly, "You know I'm

always a bit slow, I can't really put my finger on what's strange about me. I don't know. But, I just feel like you're

a little different."

My eyes were fixed on her lips; as she spoke, her lips, vibrant and

beautiful , and the occasional glimpse of her pink tongue held a strange, sensual quality.

Dongdong suddenly pointed at me, a look of sudden realization on her face.

"That's it, that's it, like you're spacing out, but not quite... anyway...

anyway ... a little strange, that's it." Her eyes still held a hint of confusion.

"Oh, what did I think it was? I thought Dongdong was unhappy with her husband's performance in bed, so she

said that on purpose."

"No way..." Dongdong leaned closer, "I don't know what's wrong with you lately, you're so

amazing , it makes me keep dozing off at work the next day, and a few times I almost got caught by the boss and

laughed at by my colleagues."

I pretended to be indignant, "Who laughed at you? Treating our Dongdong like that, I'm going to settle the score with them

."

"Look at you. He was just joking, he didn't really do anything to your wife."

Hearing this, I suddenly thought, I really want to know what your company can do to you! Unexpectedly, Dongdong

said again, "Why are you looking at me with that strange look again?"

I just smiled and hugged her without saying anything.

"Ugh, you're moving around again." Dongdong moved around impatiently.

"I'm your husband, it's only natural for me to touch you."

Dongdong giggled, "But... it tickles... giggle..." She blushed and glared

at me.

Her expression made my heart itch, and I couldn't resist turning her face towards me and bringing my lips close. Dongdong struggled a couple of times,

then reached out and hugged me back. When we separated, Dongdong's eyes were already filled with tears, and her breathing was a little erratic.

"You're so annoying..." I chuckled and whispered, "Shall we go to the bedroom?"

"No..."

"That's not up to you." I said, pulling her up by the waist.

Dongdong chuckled softly, "I've never seen such a lustful guy."

Once in the bedroom, I tossed her onto the bed and immediately stripped myself naked. Dongdong didn't move.

"Why aren't you taking your clothes off?" I asked curiously.

Dongdong lay there, her eyes alluring, her voice sickeningly sweet, "I want you to take your clothes off..."

"That's easy, I'm coming." I pounced on her.

Dongdong quickly became the lamb, and I became the wolf. Mouth, tongue, hands—I used

every tool I could before making love, and Dongdong was soon panting heavily, clearly overwhelmed with desire.

"Husband...husband...have mercy on Dongdong, I'm going to die from licking, I can't take it anymore..."

Dongdong started babbling incoherently, her soft body writhing and throbbing under my tongue, her

crotch soaked with her juices.

I stopped tasting her cunt and went to her, aiming my already throbbing penis at Dongdong's

cunt , and thrust it in all at once. "Ah..." Dongdong cried out as if overwhelmed. Without

pausing, I began to thrust again and again, and Dongdong was soon rendered speechless, only able to follow my movements ...The thrusting, accompanied by soft, almost inaudible moans, a sound I'd heard for years, still sounded incredibly beautiful. 　　"Is it good?" I asked as I continued. 　　Dongdong's lips trembled as she answered, "It's good, husband, you're so amazing, Dongdong feels so good, Dongdong's... Dongdong 's clitoris is going to be fucked raw by you..." 　　I slowed my pace, and Dongdong, somewhat impatient, swayed her lower abdomen, meeting my thrusts with her hips. Her labia were being penetrated by my earlier...

After a vigorous session of fucking, our buttocks were red and wet with the lustful fluids flowing from our vaginas.

I leaned down and hugged Dongdong, whispering in her ear, "Dongdong, have you ever thought about what it would be

like ?"

Dongdong opened her half-closed eyes and looked at me in surprise. "Are you crazy? How can you say something like that!"

"I'm not crazy. I keep thinking about what it would be like if you hadn't married me, but married someone else, and another man

was fucking you..." Before I could finish, Dongdong slapped me hard on the back. "Nonsense..."

"I'm talking nonsense right now. I'm talking hypothetically, not really. I read that many

couples have different sexual fantasies during sex... Doesn't Dongdong have any?"

I said, thrusting my hips into hers a few times. Dongdong let out a few dazed moans.

"Don't you have any fantasies during sex, Dongdong?" I continued, seizing the opportunity.

Dongdong moaned and ignored me, but I could clearly feel that she was thinking about my question. As I moved, I

freed one hand to grasp and fondle her breast. "Dongdong, do you ever fantasize

that the man on your body isn't your husband, but... a celebrity, someone with a

thick, cock, relentlessly thrusting into your pussy, making you speechless, going

again and again..."

I meant to say this to Dongdong, but saying it aloud somehow excited me.

My cock seemed to grow thicker, and my movements intensified with my words.

Dongdong closed her eyes and mumbled insults, "Crazy, pervert... Dongdong didn't think about that..."

Although she vehemently denied it, I sensed that her pussy seemed

to tighten unconsciously as I spoke. This was actually a small discovery I'd made during our recent sex. It hadn't

been so obvious before, but these past few times, I'd noticed a clear physical

reaction when I said these things, and the more vulgar the language, the more intense her reaction. Could Dongdong really have such sexual

fantasies ?

I can't say whether I felt surprised or not, but at this moment my body seemed to disobey my commands. Dongdong's vagina was burning hot,

so hot that I couldn't help but move wildly. I couldn't help but start babbling again, "Big cock fuck Dongdong to death, big cock fuck

Dongdong's little cunt to pieces, fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you little slut, little whore..."

Dongdong seemed unable to bear what I was saying, and suddenly her body trembled as she moaned, and she hugged me tightly from below.

I could clearly feel her vagina contracting continuously, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her body.

"Oh God, you dead husband... Dongdong wants... ah..."

She convulsed again, and then clung to me like an octopus.

She slowly came back to her senses and found me staring at her intently. She was extremely embarrassed, hugged me and buried her head

under my chest, and kept hitting me, while complaining, "You dead husband, you bad husband, saying those crazy things,

you're killing me..." Her tone was truly shy and embarrassed.

I stroked her smooth, sweaty back, slowly thrusting my lower body, letting her release her pent-up desire.

"Doesn't what your husband said sound exciting?" I asked as I moved.

Dongdong panted softly, peeking out from under her clothes, giving me a shy and resentful look. "Husband, you're such a pervert."

"Don't you think it's even more exciting to do it like this? Try to imagine, in a place where you can't see anything

, you don't know anyone there, you only know that there are men, men with big dicks, and

the only way to identify them is by having sex with them, in various positions, two men having sex with you at the same time,

or three of you, your body, face, and all your orifices are covered in their semen, thick semen, and you still feel

it's not enough , you even give them oral sex..."

As I said this, I felt Dongdong's body visibly tremble, and at the same time, her vagina

twitched.

"Ugh, don't say... say... things like that to tease me... you pervert..."

Dongdong panted softly, her eyes glistening with intense lust, her brows slightly furrowed, her voice

extremely .

I watched her continue, "I've never seen so many cocks before. You can't even tell them apart.

All you know is making love, making love. They don't possess you. They rub their big cocks on your face, your breasts,

your nipples ..."

A dreamy expression appeared on Dongdong's face. Her hands gripped my arms tightly, and her snow-white body rippled rhythmically

from time to time . Her vagina contracted and opened frequently, as if a warm hand was tightly kneading

my cock.

"Husband..." A distressed expression appeared on her face again.

"Husband, harder, thrust into Dongdong harder...husband..."

I felt it wasn't enough, and at the same time, I felt an overwhelming excitement.

"They're fucking you while they're cursing you... little bitch... rotten whore, slut... whore... are

n't you? Tell me, aren't you a whore, aren't you a little bitch... tell me..."

Dongdong finally couldn't hold back anymore, "I am, Dongdong is a whore... a little bitch, a... rotten whore,

husband , harder, Dongdong wants husband's big cock, Dongdong can't take it anymore, Dongdong's little cunt can't take it anymore..."

I was shocked by Dongdong's sudden outburst, and at the same time, I was strongly attracted by Dongdong's unrestrained sexual demands

. I fucked him hard, and Dongdong responded enthusiastically beneath me.

"I'm going to cum, I... I'm going to cum..." I shouted wildly.

"Come on... husband... come on, cum to death Dongdong... cum for... ah..."

Time stood still for a moment, and I could only hear my own heartbeat, a heartbeat as loud as a drum.

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

After that day, I never brought up the topic again during sex, and Dongdong

seemed to . I guessed she just thought it was nonsense uttered in the heat of passion and there was no need to remember it.

But our sex life seemed to have changed somewhat. I can't say how obvious the change was, but ...i=68> During the act, Dongdong's gaze towards me seemed to hold a hint of madness. 　　Actually, after reflecting on it, I still concluded that I had simply combined some common phrases used by most couples that night, and before that, I seemed to have been too civilized. Dongdong must...

She enjoyed the verbal stimulation, which is why her performance surprised me. These were words she

would never normally utter; sex provided an excuse, a way to release tension.

Although I intentionally avoided saying such vulgar and lewd things during our subsequent lovemaking

, I noticed the lingering influence of those words when our eyes met. At first, I found it very appealing; at least

Dongdong could show a side of herself that she wouldn't have dared to show before, in bed. But gradually, I

felt something was missing. I immediately understood why: it was all hypothetical, a matter of "what if."

I wondered if Dongdong could truly become the person she described, just as she

acted . I was startled by my own thoughts. How could I have such an idea? Could I really

tolerate my beautiful Dongdong moaning with lust and satisfaction under someone else's crotch, or kneeling like a bitch before other men, sucking their engorged penises?

The thought, undeniably

true, startled me, yet it possessed a terrifying allure, like Eve facing

the apple. Was there perhaps a seductive serpent beside me now?

Three months passed uneventfully. Aside from sex, I found myself experiencing a sense of

stagnation and frustration. Dongdong displayed a different mindset than me; her job left her little time for such thoughts,

unlike me, a freelancer with ample free time. Dongdong was happy, her complexion better than

ever before I lewdly guessed this was the result of a good sexual encounter, especially after I encouraged her

to express herself in bed, making her more tender and hydrated. A fleeting pang of jealousy even crossed my mind.

But that day was different. Dongdong actually brought up her boss, her young Chinese-American

employer. Something seemed off, because usually I was the one initiating conversations. This realization made me

understand that I had been preoccupied with my own thoughts, neglecting her somewhat. I decided it was necessary to take this opportunity

to talk to her.

Dongdong was completely unaware of my inner turmoil, oblivious to

the lewdness hidden in my smiling gaze that even I wasn't aware of.

Dongdong continued talking about how considerate her boss was, how knowledgeable he was, and how sophisticated

he was . I initially thought I'd be unhappy, after all, in all these years of marriage, she'd never

spoken so freely about another man in front of me. But I found that far from being unhappy, my

mind was actually wandering as she described the situation. I wondered what would happen if Dongdong and this boss were to develop a deeper

relationship . I found myself more interested in that possibility than in listening to her talk.

I casually asked, as Dongdong was spitting as she spoke

, "Does your boss have a crush on you?"

I sensed Dongdong's surprise; she looked at me with astonishment and said, "How could that be? What are you thinking?

How could our boss possibly have a crush on me? Really…"

Why such a big reaction to a casual question? You don't say you wouldn't have a crush on him, but you say he doesn't have a crush on

you—there's definitely something fishy going on. Of course, I didn't show my doubts on my face; I just smiled and didn't

refute her.

"Besides, he has a girlfriend now. Someone like us... who's... married, why would he even look at us?"

Dongdong said, tilting her head to look at me with a half-smile. You little rascal, you actually know

how to test my reaction! You're so cunning, I'll give you another nip!

"Sigh..." I sighed deliberately before slowly saying, "That's because your boss is so naive.

Everyone knows that these days a good young woman is more valuable than gold. She's charming, caring, and knows how to enjoy

life, just like our Dongdong..."

Before I could finish, Dongdong pounced on me. "Ugh, you're so annoying! You're talking

nonsense !"

I pulled Dongdong into my arms and laughed loudly, "Only I know how

special my Dongdong is. Your boss doesn't have that kind of luck! Isn't that right, Dongdong? I'm right!"

Dongdong couldn't break free and let me hold her. Her little face, whether from anger or shyness, seemed flushed

, and she said angrily, "What kind of lewd thoughts are in your head all day long?"

I gave Dongdong a quick kiss on her pink cheek. "Who said that? I don't know how proper and

upright a person I am, but when I see my Dongdong, I can't help but think lewdly..."

"Pah!" Dongdong blushed and turned her head away, ignoring me.

I took the opportunity to kiss her earlobe again. Dongdong trembled and jumped out of my

arms . She turned to glare at me, her panting heavily, her full breasts heaving. "I think you

've been acting a bit strange lately?"

I spread my hands and said with a grin, "Am I? I don't know."

"Of course you don't think so yourself." She then glared at me fiercely.

I pretended not to notice and put away my smile, asking her, "Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see clearly. Come sit down and tell me,

how is your husband acting strange?"

Dongdong sat down, but on the footstool opposite me. "Actually, how should I put it? I

can't really explain it. Somehow, I feel like you're intentionally or unintentionally..." Dongdong suddenly shook her

head, glanced at me, and then looked away. "Never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Maybe... maybe

I'm just being paranoid... I'm going to take a shower."

Gone? I was a little confused; this was different from Dongdong's usual self! Dongdong was definitely hiding something from

me. The doubts in my heart grew stronger, and the shadows deepened.

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

When I finished showering and entered the bedroom, the small bedside lamp was on. Dongdong was already lying down,

a towel draped over her, her smooth, white back exposed to me.

I climbed onto the bed and gently shook her shoulder. "Are you asleep, baby Dongdong?"

Dongdong wasn't asleep; she just didn't want to talk to me. I sighed and rolled over onto my back.After a while, I felt Dongdong turn over. I turned my head and saw she was looking at me too, her gaze scrutinizing, yet tinged with timidity. 　　"Why are you looking at me like that?"

I softened my voice. I wanted a stimulating and flavorful life, but not at the cost of hurting Dongdong.

"You've changed?"

"How could I change? My feelings for you will never change, just like I'll never forget how I

got you."

"Then why, when we...during sex, did you have so much..."

Dongdong frowned in distress, clearly unsure how to continue.

"But weren't you just as invested?" I asked her.

"But that was just a thought, I...I didn't intend to do it."

"A thought?" I suddenly smiled gently. "Every time humanity thinks, society takes a step forward. Because we can

think and dare to think, we have the motivation and courage to move forward, and we can take action."

"But that's different. You were just saying it. You must...you must have some kind of

dissatisfaction with me that you're not saying, so you're deliberately torturing me like this..." Dongdong's eyes reddened at this point,

and she couldn't help but shed tears.

I was utterly astonished that Dongdong had interpreted my actions and intentions in this way. "What... what are you doing?

I've never had such thoughts, how could I possibly have any complaints about you? Marrying you is

the greatest blessing I've ever had."

"Then why... you..."

Her eyes, which were about to burst into tears, suddenly softened with shyness, and her resentful expression became somewhat unnatural, making her

incredibly alluring.

I quickly reached out and pulled her into my arms. "Actually, don't you think our

life has become much more exciting since then? Something we would never have seen before. And I've noticed that you've become more and more beautiful these past

few months . Haven't you noticed?"

Dongdong nodded shyly. "But whenever I think about what you said, I feel like you're

dissatisfied , deliberately trying to push me away."

"How could I possibly push you away?"

I said, revealing some of my true feelings to her. Dongdong looked at me in disbelief, as if she

didn't recognize me.

"What on earth is wrong with you? Where in this world is there...where is there a husband like you? How

could you...it's simply incomprehensible."

"Of course there is! Isn't there one right in front of you? And look, just imagining it is incredibly exciting.

If..."

Dongdong stopped me, "Don't say it."

I was a little confused by Dongdong's behavior. Dongdong looked at me, her gaze constantly shifting between my face and mine. I could

n't understand her expression at all, or rather, there was nothing in it that I could understand . She was just staring at me blankly. 　　"Want to have some fun? I've been thinking..." 　　After holding back for a long time, Dongdong finally said this, and as she said it, her hand reached out from outside and grabbed my penis. I 　　was really surprised, but no matter how surprised I was, my wife had 　　a request, and I had to satisfy her first. 　　********** ... 　　Dongdong's question was the same one I was thinking about: could I really accept it? But just thinking about made me impulsive, my blood rushing to my head. Dongdong's question only made me hesitate briefly before I nodded firmly. 　　Dongdong glanced at me quickly, "But what if... what if... I myself don't want to?" 　　Dongdong doesn't want to! I hadn't really thought about that question in detail. 　　I paused, then repeated, "You don't want to?" Dongdong nodded very seriously. 　　"Why? I mean, you can already experience that kind of pleasure in your imagination. If it were real, wouldn't that be even more exciting? Besides, I love you. I won't choose you just because you've been with other men. You have to believe me, I'm serious. Don't you think this is just a game about sex?" 　　Dongdong looked at me calmly, then said softly, "I'm serious too." 　　************ ************ ************ 　　Dongdong's unwillingness was something I hadn't expected. I thought that as long as I didn't object, as long as I supported her, she would cooperate with my request. I've considered that there are many considerations behind that "unwillingness," including her uncertainty about me and this matter. From a worldly perspective, this is indeed inconceivable and incomprehensible, but I 'm not a worldly person. Why can't Dongdong trust me? 　　I suddenly realized, is Dongdong worried that she'll become too involved and unable to extricate herself? That's certainly a possibility, but I don't think it's a valid reason. Since we met, over the years, we've faced temptations, but we've overcome them. I can't believe that Dongdong would refuse something I believe is good for both of us. 　　I can't force Dongdong to agree to something she doesn't want to do. I can only wait, wait for the right opportunity, but I'm still somewhat frustrated. Dongdong tries her best to make me happy, and I can't refuse her kindness, but I know I'm not happy, including sexually. Dongdong has become much more proactive, even enduring discomfort to perform oral sex on me a few times. She's trying her best to make me happy. I admit that everything Dongdong does touches me, so I have to temporarily abandon the idea I've been hoping for. 　　That evening after dinner, Dongdong said she wanted to talk to me about something; a month had passed since our last conversation. 　　I originally wanted to go out, but Dongdong's somewhat hesitant expression made me change my mind. I made a phone call, canceled our appointment, and then sat down in front of Dongdong. 　　Dongdong's expression was indeed somewhat different from before, and I looked at her with interest. Dongdong glanced at me, She lowered her head and said, "You...you shouldn't stare at me like that, okay?" 　　I was surprised: "What's wrong with looking at you like that? I don't think anyone has ever said how you should look at your wife, right?" 　　"But, when you look at me like that, I...I get a little nervous." She lowered her head again as she spoke.

Hearing Dongdong's words, I suddenly understood what she wanted to say. A wave of nervousness washed over me, but it was quickly

replaced by surprise. I immediately said, "Okay, okay, I won't look at you like that. Tell me slowly, don't be nervous." Dongdong nodded

.

After a moment of silence, Dongdong asked me, "You... what you said last time, was it true?"

Her voice was so low I could barely hear her. But I immediately replied, "Are you talking about the

thing ?"

Dongdong nodded gently after a long pause, her head, which had been lowered, lifting up. "You... you said

if ... if, you wouldn't be angry, right?"

Even I, in my daze, understood. My heart skipped a beat, but I immediately felt

a desire to know more.

"Yes, I did say that. I said I wouldn't be angry and I won't be. But could Dongdong

tell me in detail?"

Dongdong frowned slightly. "Don't keep pressing me like that. If you keep asking me like that, I don't know

how to tell you." Her expression suddenly became a little impatient. It seemed things weren't as simple as I'd imagined.

I patiently said, "Go ahead, I'm listening..."

Dongdong shook his head, his long, flowing hair dancing in front of me. Finally, as if making up his mind,

Dongdong looked at me and said, "Then I'll tell you. Whether you're really unhappy or not, I... I really don't know

who to talk to."

I listened patiently.

"You've probably guessed it, it's our company's new boss..."

"You two... slept together?" I asked cautiously.

Dongdong glared at me angrily, "Is your wife the kind of woman who sleeps with other men so easily?"

I quickly smiled apologetically, "That's not what I meant, keep going, keep going..."

She rolled her eyes at me, "What kind of husband are you, acting like you're afraid your wife won't sleep with other men?"

I smiled and didn't say anything. Dongdong continued, "Actually, I didn't know our boss had...

those feelings for me. It happened last week. One day I was working overtime, you know, our CFO was

on vacation , and there was an audit, so I had to work overtime..."

When Dongdong got to this point, I remembered that something like that had happened last week. Dongdong

came home very late, and instead of sleeping, she woke me up and we had sex.

At the time, I hadn't thought much of it, but it turns out it started from then on. The fact that Dongdong came home and had sex with me

proves that they didn't have sex that time. For some reason, I was somewhat disappointed in my own analysis.

Dongdong noticed my slightly distracted expression and asked timidly, "Are you angry? You said

you weren't?"

I smiled apologetically at her, "No, no, I'm not angry. I just couldn't help thinking about

a man and a woman alone together..."

Dongdong spat in exasperation, then sighed, "You're right, we are...

a man and a woman alone together."

She paused here, her gaze wandering, as if recalling the scene, "

I was working late, busy finishing reports, and had no idea when he arrived. He said he'd been standing there watching me work for

a long time. I felt a bit awkward and uneasy. He asked if I was disturbing my work, and I said

no , it was actually because of him that I was nervous. So he offered to give me a massage."

As she said this, a blush appeared on Dongdong's face, which I noticed keenly, and I realized

that this was the beginning of the crucial moment.

Dongdong continued, "Before I could refuse, he took it upon himself to start massaging me. At first,

I was embarrassed—what kind of boss massages their employees? But his massage was really comfortable, and I gradually

relaxed and started to enjoy it. I felt like I was about to fall asleep. But then, just as I

was drifting off, he…"

Dongdong stopped, which made me anxious. I was about to speak when Dongdong continued, "He… he

started kissing me."

I blurted out how he kissed me, but then I held back. Dongdong seemed to know what I wanted to know.

"He didn't kiss my lips at first, as if he knew I would refuse if he kissed my lips right away.

So, he kissed my neck and my earlobe. I was shocked and scared, and wanted to leave immediately, but my body was weak,

and my legs felt like lead, I couldn't move."

"When I came to my senses a little more, I struggled, but his arms were so strong, I couldn't break free

at all . I was angry and anxious, and didn't know what to do. I couldn't help but cry. He was terrified,

hugged me from behind, apologized, said many things to me, and said that he had liked me

since , but he didn't confess to me because he knew I was married. When he saw

me working overtime, he couldn't control himself and did it. I just cried, my heart was in turmoil."

The blush on Dongdong's face deepened.

"To be honest, I didn't know how to deal with what he said. If I didn't dislike him,

how could I have let him touch me?"

"And then?" I asked softly.

"He hugged me for a while, then seemed to understand something, and started kissing me again, not even sparing my

tears . Finally, his lips touched mine. I should have refused, but for a moment I

hesitated, and he succeeded."

She paused here, but I didn't press her for details. The woman before me, with her delicate pink

lips, had finally surrendered to another man. What happened next? I didn't need to guess; Dongdong would

tell me. She spoke in such detail; it seemed she was determined to tell me everything that had happened to her.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. However, it was too late to feel that tightness now, and besides, what

Dongdong was saying had already captivated me; I had to hear the whole thing."He then touched my breasts. If I were sober, I would have refused. I didn't want him to think I was a woman who could be taken advantage of so easily. But his kisses were melting me. By the time , my clothes had already been undone, and his large hand was already on my breasts."

"I wanted him to stop, but I just didn't have any strength left. Honey, you have to believe me, it

wasn't me who made him do this, it was him kissing me so hard I just didn't have the strength left."

I didn't reply. I knew that Dongdong's words were just a reflection of her hesitant and struggling state of mind at the time.

I knew that when Dongdong's breasts were also conquered by her boss, my lower body skipped a beat. Her boss really

hit the jackpot. Although Dongdong's breasts weren't super busty, they were firm, round, and extremely elastic—a

rare treat for any man.

"I was already exhausted, and his hands were pinching my breasts so cruelly that I became even weaker. I even

let him kiss me. After a while, he came in front of me and sucked on my nipples

like . I felt like I was going to faint, my body felt empty and throbbing. I

knew I couldn't let him continue like this, and I don't know where I got the strength, but I pushed him away. I tried to escape,

but I felt like I had exhausted all my strength. I could only look at him

, panting." Dongdong seemed to be exhausted as she said this. It was clear that the scene had deeply affected

her.

"He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I was terrified and panicked, wondering what he would do next.

What if I couldn't take it anymore? Suddenly, he knelt down in front of me. I was startled and before I could even

understand what was happening, he started kissing my feet. Oh my god, I was completely overwhelmed by him.

I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my feet, took off my high heels, and started kissing my toes without caring about the dirt. I

'd never experienced that tingling, numb feeling before; it felt like it was drilling into my heart..."

Dongdong's gaze froze, her expression complex. I quietly watched her, watched my beloved

wife, and felt the struggle she was going through. For some reason, I felt an extreme pleasure.

The image of a boss sucking on a female employee's toes was simply too shocking!

"I completely lost my will to resist. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or something else. He ignored my pleas and

continued licking me, from my toes to the tops of my feet, to my calves, and so on... By the time I realized what was happening, he had already parted

my legs and was between them. His hot breath was spraying onto my vulva, tickling me.

I was terrified. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him if this continued. So I started struggling again, trying

to push him away, but he didn't care about anything and just started licking me down there, not even caring that my underwear was covered in sweat and urine.

I thought I was doomed, so ashamed that I wanted to disappear into the ground. His tongue was so agile; I could feel its

strength even through my underwear, as if it were melting my heart."

"When he stood up again, I think I had already had one or two orgasms. I don't know, I just stared blankly

at him. He started to take off his trousers, which was really funny—a grown man wearing red briefs.

I was laughing at first, but when I saw his huge, bulging member, I couldn't laugh anymore. Then he took

off his underwear, and his thing was really... really big. I'd never seen anything so big before." Dongdong

glanced at me furtively as she said this, as if worried that her words might hurt me. After all, in all her life,

the only person she'd ever seen with a real erection was me. I smiled calmly and gestured for her to continue.

"He was holding that huge thing, and he looked like he was going to... come on top of me. Suddenly, I was terrified for some reason, and I

started Between sobs, I told him, 'If you really sleep with me, I'll jump off the roof. I

mean it.' After saying that, I was crying so hard I couldn't say another word."

Dongdong's eyes were red as she said this. She calmed down a bit before continuing, "He must have been

terrified. He stood there for a while without saying a word, and then he begged me for forgiveness. His big thing

was swaying back and forth in front of me, and I felt sorry for him, so I said, 'If you're in pain, I...

I can... I can help you.'"

Dongdong's face showed an infinitely shy expression again, which showed how shy and uneasy she was at the time, and when I

heard this, my blood was boiling.

Dongdong glanced at me and then said, "He must have been so happy. He hugged and kissed me for a while

before standing in front of me again. I figured since I'd already said I'd help him, I had to bite the bullet. His thing was so hot, it felt like I was

getting an electric shock. I could see he was a little disappointed. He thought I'd use my mouth, but he didn't know that

when I saw his red head, I really wanted to use my mouth, but I was too embarrassed. It was like his thing was deliberately making things

difficult for me; I tried using my hand, but it wouldn't come out for ages. I could only look at him pleadingly. He was so mean, saying that if you're going to help

someone, you should help them to the end. I felt panicked and embarrassed. I was worried that if he wanted to again, I really wouldn't be able to.

I had no choice but to... I had to use my mouth."

Dongdong buried his head deeply, unable to say anything more. I couldn't listen anymore either, because my

penis was also at its peak. I instinctively grabbed it with my hand. In my mind, I saw a picture of

another penis deep inside my wife's mouth, enjoying unparalleled tenderness.

Dongdong looked at me, then at where my hands were, and said nothing. Suddenly, she moved,

stood up, knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants, and skillfully pulled

out .

Then, under my gaze, she gently opened her mouth and took the head of my penis in.

I barely lasted long before ejaculating into Dongdong's mouth. Dongdong quietly watched me, swallowing the semen

.

"Is that how it is...?" I asked.

Dongdong nodded gently, "Just like what I'm doing for you now."

"Honey, are you really... really not angry with me? I did something I'm sorry for..."

I looked at her, letting her lean against me, "Why should I be angry with you? I know your heart is with me, that

's enough ."

"But...but..."

I stopped her from continuing, "And then?"

"Then, you know what happened next." Dongdong smiled shyly.

"I mean, what happened after that day."

"Do you want to hear more?" Dongdong was surprised that I wanted to hear more.Actually, I wanted to know if Dongdong had already had a relationship with her boss. 　　"Later, after that day, he didn't bother me much, only occasionally calling me to his office."

"I know why he calls me to the room. Sometimes it's for work, sometimes it's not. I feel sorry for

you, but when I hear his call, I can't help myself. But... but I don't have that kind of relationship with him.

At most... at most, I help him when he's feeling down."

"No wonder I felt your mouth seemed much more powerful. So that's another reason."

"Honey, don't laugh at me!" She blushed and threw herself onto my lap, burying her face deeply in my thighs.

I smiled and stroked her head. "Why would I laugh at you? You're my wife. Why would I laugh at you?" I

thought to myself, her boss is really lucky to have such a beautiful mouth from our Dongdong to satisfy him anytime!

"Aren't you really angry?"

She looked up at me, gazing deeply, as if trying to see into my heart.

I reached out and pulled Dongdong up, putting my arm around her as she sat on my lap. "Silly sister, I'm really not angry.

Aren't we doing well now?"

"But... I'm afraid I won't be able to resist his temptation and go that far." "Husband, I...I really love

you so much. You must never leave me, you must never leave me..."

I gently patted her back.

"Actually, it's all your fault, husband. I had the strength to resist, but I don't know why,

I kept thinking about what you said, so...so..."

"I really didn't mean to blame you. No matter what you do, you'll always be Dongdong in my heart."

"Why are you so good to me?"

Dongdong said, hugging me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder. A moment later, I heard Dongdong softly

sobbing .

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...

"I asked her excitedly. 　　"In the afternoon, he called me over again, and we were intimate for a while. Then he asked me to give him oral sex. I don't know what's wrong with him today . I gave him oral sex for over an hour, even licking his balls and his anus, but he still didn't ejaculate. He said, 'Why don't you use your thighs to clamp it, without putting it in, and see if you can ejaculate ?' I must have been driven crazy by him to agree to his request. And... just like that, he did it to me... Later, he told me that he took a Viagra when he called me in." 　　"Did he make you feel good?" " 　　Damn, I even licked his anus! Dongdong is getting more and more slutty. But isn't this slutty behavior exactly what I wanted? And I'm also a little jealous. Licking the boss's anus is a privilege I've never enjoyed with my husband! 　　"It felt good, I never imagined it would feel so good. His was so thick and big, it filled me up completely, and the long thing reached all the way in. I felt like I was going to die." " 　　I felt Dongdong's eyes were shimmering as she spoke, and her vagina was contracting and tightening. 　　Dongdong glanced at me and whispered, 'The spot he touched was... a place I 'd never ... I'm almost going crazy from his penetration...' She was utterly ashamed by this point! 　　So that's how it is! Judging from Dongdong's tone, her boss's... well, he's much more powerful than mine! The question I'd been speculating about was confirmed by Dongdong's words! Besides other suggests that deep down she also wanted to try it herself. After all , what she saw was different from what she already had, and with my constant teasing, Dongdong was finally able to experience that..." Under these circumstances, she was able to enjoy what she subconsciously wanted to enjoy. Every day, tirelessly and shamelessly, she performed oral sex on her boss, even swallowing his semen. This had already exposed Dongdong's inner thoughts, and having sex was only a matter of time. 　　I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy and lust, thrusting my hips and waist forcefully into the flesh beneath me. 　　After we finished, Dongdong suddenly told me that she had to accompany her boss on a business trip tomorrow. I asked her how many days she would be gone, and Dongdong said three days. That meant three days to be with her boss, working during the day and having sex at night. Dongdong seemed to sense my thoughts and told me that if I still wanted to do it, I should give her oral sex. This made me less inclined to ask. It wasn't three years, just three days; what was there to be unable to endure… 　　****************************** 　　When Dongdong wasn't around that night, I finally realized she was away on a business trip. My mind raced with wild thoughts, imagining her possibly giving her boss oral sex, or that his thick penis was already making her wet with desire. My penis was swollen and painful. 　　Bored, I idly held my erection, imagining Dongdong's various lewd and seductive appearances. Just then , the phone rang. I answered, and it was Dongdong! Her voice was sickeningly sweet , and she sounded a little tipsy. 　　"Honey, guess where Dongdong is? What's she doing?" 　　"Aren't you with your boss?" I felt a little strange, then asked, "Dongdong, are you alright? Have you been drinking?" 　　"Drinking? Yes, I drank, but not much?"i=71> Dongdong continued to giggle intermittently, and the sound made my heart itch.

"Are you with your boss right now?" I asked cautiously, though it was a completely pointless question.

Dongdong was, of course, with her boss.

"I know what you want to ask, so I'm calling to report back,"

Dongdong immediately sensed my hesitation, including my thoughts.

There was a flicker of something hidden in Dongdong's voice, and something that had been simmering inside me suddenly ignited like

oil being poured on it. "Dongdong, are you with your boss...?"

Dongdong scoffed, "I knew what you wanted to know, you filthy bastard!"

"Tell me..." I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

"I am with him, but it's not entirely like that?" Dongdong's voice suddenly lowered.

What did she mean? I didn't quite understand what she meant by "not entirely like that." "Dongdong, I don't

understand . Stop beating around the bush and tell me quickly."

I heard Dongdong sigh softly. "You...you really don't mind me doing this?"

I must have been out of my mind. The fact that Dongdong was about to say something immediately made me feel incredibly aroused. I

couldn't to know, so when Dongdong asked, I kept asking, "No, no, good

Dongdong, tell me quickly, what did he do to you?"

I heard Dongdong suddenly laugh at this moment. It sounded like she couldn't help but let it out unconsciously.

Could it be that her boss was touching her? But where was he touching her? Was it Dongdong's breasts, Dongdong's buttocks, or

something else? I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Dongdong seemed to cover the microphone with his hand and said a few words to someone. I became even more anxious, "Dongdong...

Dongdong ... what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I'm listening," Dongdong said with a smile, "Just now he

rubbed that big, nasty thing against my neck, it was ticklish, and I couldn't talk."

Hearing this, I felt the blood rush to my head, and my penis immediately swelled and throbbed painfully.

At this moment, Dongdong spoke again, "Then... then I'll say it..."

"I'm listening." I said, grasping my penis with one hand and gently stroking it.

"Actually, I wasn't alone with the boss, there were... there were other people..."

"Ah..." This news surprised me a bit. Dongdong continued, "Yes, not only

the boss , but also two of the boss's friends. We were all together in the hotel room..."

What? Accompanying the boss wasn't enough, there were even the boss's friends with him! This was too shocking!

"Were they men or women?" I couldn't help but ask.

Hearing my question, Dongdong giggled on the other end, her voice slightly seductive, "Honey, do you

know a brand of lingerie, like the ones we're wearing now? Honey, guess?"

"Three Guns?" I blurted out. Three men and one woman, my wife was about to

have a good —this scene made me want to rush to their side.

"Honey, you're so smart," Dongdong laughed again, "Don't move around... let me finish talking to my husband

..."

Damn! This was too exciting! My wife was talking to her husband on the phone, and her lover was touching me inappropriately.

"Today, your wife might have to spend a lot of time with them. Only when they're all satisfied and happy

will let me go. Honey, what do you think Dongdong should do..."

Dongdong actually asked me what to do? This damn Dongdong, asking such a question at this crucial moment!

"You guys wouldn't have already..." I didn't finish the question, my hands moving rapidly.

"It hasn't even started yet, but those three men have already taken their clothes off, and those three big things are

waving around in front of me... Honey, your voice sounds a little strange... Are you really

angry...?"

"No... no, honey just finds it exciting..."

"Honey, you..." Dongdong paused for a second on the other end, then immediately asked me softly, "Honey, are you

playing with your little brother by yourself?"

This slut! My heart felt like it was being scratched by ants, unbearably itchy.

"Yes..." I answered her breathlessly.

Dongdong's sweet voice came through: "Your little brother must be swollen and hard by now, Dongdong really wants to give it to

you ..." Then I heard Dongdong hum again, and I naturally knew that

one of those three was teasing Dongdong again.

"Don't worry about honey, there's a big cock right in front of you, isn't there?" I couldn't help but say.

"Honey, you're right, there's a big meat stick right in front of Dongdong, isn't there? Dongdong almost forgot... Oh...

" Dongdong couldn't help but exclaim softly again.

"Dongdong can't talk to her husband anymore, they're all getting impatient. Tonight, Dongdong will definitely be covered in semen, just like you said

last time , with big cocks in all her holes... Husband, Dongdong won't say

anymore..."

Three men were dealing with the petite and adorable Dongdong. I almost said, "Dongdong, please rest, don't tire yourself out!" But

I didn't say it; I was too excited to speak. Dongdong's voice rang in my ear again, "

Husband , I really can't talk to you now. They want Dongdong to give them a blowjob. I won't hang up the phone

; I'll leave it next to you so you can hear Dongdong's voice clearly..."

Oh! The phone wasn't hung up, and soon I heard Dongdong's moans and cries, "Husband, I...

I love their big cocks, they taste so good... so thick and big, my mouth is full of... um!"

Her voice stopped abruptly, as if something had blocked her mouth—it must have been a man's thick cock. Dongdong

could only let out muffled moans, occasionally letting out a suppressed groan and a lewd gasp.

I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my groin, and ejaculated amidst Dongdong's moans.

...

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...

I listened to them silently. I didn't say a word; speaking or arguing was useless. I had already figured it out;

they were in cahoots. Otherwise, they wouldn't have dragged me from my bed to this place in the middle of the night, and with

this damn thing strapped to my body. White bandages—things I'd only ever seen in movies or on television—were now...

He was tied up like a rice dumpling. Actually, even if I wanted to protest, I was powerless, because my mouth was also bound

with a strap . The reason was so convincing that no one could disbelieve it—they were afraid I'd shout on the way here.

That stupid woman, Dongdong, actually believed it. Ugh, how could I rely on Dongdong? They're all in

cahoots !

But why are they tying me up? And where am I? And you, Dongdong, why are you

treating me like this? Actually, I'm more afraid they don't know what they're going to do to me!

The questions were quickly answered, the mystery was quickly solved.

"Doctor, please save my husband!"

Dongdong, are you seeing things? I'm perfectly fine, there's nothing wrong with me, why would you need to save me?

And this doctor is looking at you lecherously, why are you begging him?!

"Your husband needs to be hospitalized for further observation. However, based on your description, it can be preliminarily

confirmed this is a typical case of hysteria. Simply put, it's taking

things that haven't happened or don't even exist as if they are happening. In severe cases, it can lead to unpredictable violent or extreme behavior." "

Fuck your mother!" How could I possibly have such delusions of seeing ghosts? Dongdong, what's wrong with you? What did you say to the doctor

again ? I stared at Dongdong, but she wouldn't look at me at all. Was she so guilty that she

didn't even dare to look at me?

"Well...no, except...except for what I said...he's pretty normal..."

For some reason, Dongdong stammered. I suddenly understood why she was like this. She must have

told this doctor from who-knows-where about what happened between us in bed. Damn it! You crazy

woman, how dare you tell this ignorant bastard what happened between us! Since you told me about

what happened between us, why didn't you tell me about what happened between you and those other men? Suddenly, I felt

a . I didn't even want to imagine what would happen next.

"So, how long will it take to cure this disease?"

A man's voice suddenly came from behind me, startling me.

"Well?" The doctor hesitated for a moment before saying, "It depends on the patient's condition.

I can't give you a definite answer right now."

"Then let's admit him to the hospital first. Don't worry about the money. Use the best medicine and hire the best care." The man continued

.

"Doctors are like parents. Don't worry, we definitely will."

"Dongdong, let's go first. We can't help much here for now."

Dongdong nodded with her head down and walked past me without ever looking at me.

Was she afraid to look at me because she felt guilty? I thought angrily.

The man's voice came from behind me: "Dongdong, don't worry. I'm here. He'll get better."

The doctor glanced at me, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Do you know where this is? This is the Fourth People's Hospital of the city, which is also known as a mental

hospital . Hey, why am I telling you this? Come here, two helpers, take him to a ward."

I completely understood that I had definitely been sold out by the adulterous couple.

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It's been over six months since I came here. Because of my submissive and humble attitude, the hospital staff have

gradually stopped paying attention to me. This has allowed me to move around more freely, and

sometimes I even volunteer to help them clean. Gradually, I've become someone

they don't need to pay attention to in their eyes.

During this time, Dongdong has visited me a few times. Each time, I don't speak when I'm with her. I know that

not only she comes to see me, but also him, though I can't see him. So, Dongdong always

leaves . I think if this continues, one day she will definitely get tired of me. But can I

stay here until that day? I'm not sure, but right now, I can't afford to make any mistakes or give myself away. I need to

get out !

That day, after cleaning, I was bored and wandered around aimlessly, eventually ending up in the hospital's main

treatment building. It was unintentional; the various areas were connected by long corridors

. By the time I realized it, I was already in a corridor. Just as I was about to turn away, I

sensed someone at the other end. I glanced over casually, and what I saw

surprised me. Dongdong!

It was Dongdong! A surge of joy filled me, and I was about to greet her when I suddenly stopped. How

could I have forgotten what I was doing in a moment of confusion? The Dongdong of today wasn't the same

Dongdong .

I quietly hid to the side, wondering what Dongdong was doing here at this time. If I

remembered , she had come just a few days ago, and at this particular time. Suddenly, another

possibility occurred to me: Dongdong hadn't come specifically to see me. Could it be…? As my thoughts raced, I observed Dongdong

while also keeping an eye out for anyone noticing my strange behavior. Although this was a mental hospital,

my behavior was the best among all the patients, even better than those so-called normal people.

Dongdong looked around, as if confirming something. Then he knocked on the door, and after a while, the door

opened. I couldn't see who opened the door, but Dongdong seemed to say a few more words before slipping into the doctor's

office .

I looked around; it was midday, and many medical staff were resting, so there wasn't much of a crowd. I

tiptoed to the office door and gently pushed it. The door didn't move.

I pressed my ear against the door and could faintly hear voices coming from inside. I immediately

recognized who was speaking. One of the voices was definitely Dongdong's. I heard Dongdong say, "How...

how is he?"

The other voice, probably the doctor's, replied, "He's fine. His mood has been stable these past few days,

nothing unusual. Don't worry. Even if it weren't for your boss, just for you, I would have

done my best to cure him."

Dongdong said, "Thank you so much..."i=72> I'm not sick, damn it, I'm not sick at all, it's you guys who insist that I'm sick.

I was momentarily distracted and missed part of what they were saying. Listening carefully again, I heard a muffled

sound, but I couldn't make out what two people were doing. My heart raced. Then I heard Dongdong

's voice again: "No...don't do this...in broad daylight..."

Oh dear! Could it be two people? Dongdong seemed reluctant. Should I go in? I hesitated,

then heard a low laugh—the doctor's laughter. Dongdong and the doctor? A woman as beautiful and

charming must be attractive to that doctor, too. I remembered

the look on the doctor's face when I first entered the hospital; I felt a burning sensation, a strange mix of emotions. Just

imagining drove me crazy.

How could I see? How could I see?! I looked around, but there was nowhere I

could see what was happening inside. In desperation, I pushed the door again. The door moved slightly. Was it unlocked

? The door wasn't locked; it had just been closed when Dongdong went in. I held my breath and

carefully pushed the door open a crack, just enough for me to see

what was happening inside.

Peeking through the crack, what I saw almost made my already agitated blood boil. My Dongdong

was kneeling on the floor, and standing in front of him was the doctor who had treated me. From my angle, their positions

gave me a fairly complete profile, so I could see them very clearly.

Dongdong's face was flushed pink, and his eyes were watery.

A thick, dark penis protruded from the doctor's white coat, not fully erect. Even so, I could

feel its power. Dongdong's small hand grasped it and gently stroked it back and forth, the purplish-red glans moving in and

out of the foreskin. After a while, the doctor said something, and I saw Dongdong look up at him,

then his gaze returned to the large penis in front of him. The next moment, I saw Dongdong open his soft, sexy little mouth

and take the hot, erect penis head into his mouth.

In that instant, not only did the doctor let out a soft groan of pleasure and lift his head, but I almost groaned too.

I couldn't help but reach down to my crotch and grasp my already swollen penis.

Dongdong swayed her head back and forth, letting the thick penis slide in and out of her tender little mouth.

Soon , the doctor's large penis became shiny and oily. Dongdong looked at him with a fawning

smile!

The doctor couldn't resist reaching out to hold Dongdong's head and began thrusting into her little mouth like a vagina. Several times,

the thrusting seemed to go a little too deep, causing Dongdong to cough involuntarily. Seeing this, I cursed inwardly. This

damn doctor really doesn't know how to cherish a woman.

The doctor seemed to be unable to bear the sensation of Dongdong's little mouth moving around. He pulled Dongdong up, and Dongdong leaned

against his body, her eyes seemingly dripping with tears. The doctor told her to turn around, put her hands on the desk, and stick

her buttocks up. Dongdong blushed and did as she was told.

Dongdong was wearing an irregularly cut floral midi skirt with pleats at the hem, making it easy to move around and,

naturally, easy to do these things. The doctor lifted the skirt up to Dongdong's waist, revealing

her snow-white, pert, and round buttocks to the man behind her without reservation.

Only a thin silk panty covered the two beautiful buttocks. I heard Dongdong seem to groan. "This little slut must be wet

down there ," I couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The doctor seemed quite satisfied with Dongdong's buttocks, stroking them before moving his hand

between her buttocks and inserting it. I saw Dongdong's head suddenly tilt back slightly, and she let out another groan.

The doctor used his hand like a drill, playing with Dongdong's vagina for a while. When he withdrew, his fingers were wet

, and a glistening thread connected his fingers to Dongdong's opening. The doctor held his fingers out in front of Dongdong,

who turned his face away in embarrassment. The doctor chuckled and thrust his menacingly large penis into

Dongdong's vagina. Dongdong couldn't help but arch his back, and their bodies became

intertwined .

Seeing this, I suddenly felt a surge of emotion, a urge to cry welling up inside me. Dongdong, oh Dongdong, how could I blame you for having sex with

other men? And since you've already done it, why do you still accuse me of fantasizing, of lying?

If I were fantasizing, then what about you and the doctor now? What about that?! I suddenly realized that this wasn't the first time

Dongdong and the doctor had been intimate. What about before? Perhaps it was more than I imagined!

A wave of emotion washed over me, and then I was once again captivated by what I was seeing. Dongdong's

body trembled with the thrusts from behind. Sometime later, her shirt had been removed,

her bra tossed aside, and her beautiful breasts trembled with the movement of her body, her nipples already hard and erect. The doctor

was both fucking Dongdong and kneading and playing with her breasts, and Dongdong could only moan in pleasure.

Watching this, I couldn't help but stroke my own penis.

The doctor's movements gradually quickened, and Dongdong cried out in pleasure, her moans like a wail,

unbearable even for me, a spectator outside the door, let alone the doctor who was actually doing it. My hand also quickened its movements,

seemingly trying to keep up with the rhythm of the couple.

"Fuck me, fuck me... harder... big cock... big brother... I'm going to die, I'm going to... fuck me to death...

fuck me..." Dongdong shook her head unconsciously, crying out.

The doctor's thick, big cock must be making you feel good, you little slut! Your pussy must be throbbing with pleasure! My hand moved

faster and faster. I watched as the doctor also moved faster and faster. Finally, the doctor thrust forward violently, and the woman's

upper body, as if trying to escape, arched upwards. I heard Dongdong let out a long, mournful groan.

She climaxed! The doctor ejaculated all his semen into Dongdong's vagina! Thinking this, I also climaxed

; an unprecedented pleasure erupted between my legs, spreading throughout my body, and my penis

uncontrollably gushed out large amounts of semen.

"Hey, you, what are you doing?"

A voice came from behind me, startling me, and I whirled around. There were two

tall .

"You…"

I started to speak, but then I noticed a strange smile in one of the nurses' eyes. Just

as I was wondering what was going on, I felt a heavy blow to the back of my head, and then everything went black…

**********

...

I gestured for him not to be nervous. "I believe everything you've said, but now I'd like to hear what I can do to help you." 　　His expression calmed down a bit, and then he slowly said, "It's...it's like this, since leaving the hospital , I've found...I've found that I can't get it up. I've seen many people and taken a lot of medicine, but nothing works. I heard from a friend that you, Mr. Shu, have a solution, so...so..." 　　"Oh, really?" 　　I said casually. There was an expectation in his eyes, or rather, an expression of "if this doesn't work, it's all over." However, I could tell that his request was more than that. 　　I hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about this, I'll test your situation first, and then we 'll determine what method to use for you." 　　I pressed a small button on the table. After a while, I heard a knock on the door. 　　"Come in," I said loudly. 　　The door opened, and An walked in. After closing the door, she didn't even look at him and went straight to me. 　　"Teacher Shu, you wanted to see me?" 　　I briefly explained his situation to her, and then told her my request. An glared at me fiercely, as if to say, "Why me again?" I could only give her a warm smile. She rolled her eyes at me again before turning around and coming to him. 　　"Just relax and let your body react naturally." 　　He seemed to understand the test I wanted to conduct, his face flushed, and he looked embarrassed. 　　An came to him, gently squatted down, and instead of going straight for him, she gently massaged his waist with both hands until his expression relaxed somewhat. Then she unzipped . His penis was limp like a dead snake. An held it in her hand and slowly began to stroke it. I just watched without saying a word. 　　After about four or five minutes, An stood up, returned to my side, and shook her head gently . 　　Actually, I could already see the frustration and shame on his face. I then asked, " Where is your wife now ? I mean, is she still with you?" He nodded somewhat blankly. 　　"How about this, we'll set a date, and when it's convenient for you, have your wife come with you." 　　Hearing this, Ann's eyes suddenly held a hint of mockery and sarcasm. 　　I ignored her and looked at him instead, saying, "Is that alright?" 　　"Yes," he replied.

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