From KFC to construction sites

Foreword: A netizen told me that his wife was being bullied by some delinquents at a fast food restaurant, and he immediately taught those guys a lesson.

The situation was simple, but being the kind of person who's all talk and no action and has a wicked heart, I could only console

him with some erotic fiction. Please remember, there's no erotic fiction without fiction; after all, we're not all that bad (would bad people even be

online ?). This is also my first time posting. Since I've only ever done this for my own amusement before, I posted it as soon as I finished writing it, so please

help me improve—in other words, feel free to criticize.

I've been married to my wife for three years. Her beauty, gentleness, thoughtfulness, and virtuousness have always been a source of enjoyment for me. However, she's

a bit petty, but she never holds grudges against me.

Today, as usual, I picked her up from work so we could go see "Assembly." We were short on time and couldn't have a proper meal, so

we passed by KFC. I told my wife to get out and go in for a family bucket. From the outside, KFC didn't look crowded.

But after my wife went in and hadn't come out for a while, my phone rang. I saw it was my wife's number, and then

I hung up. I immediately got out of the car and rushed into KFC.

As soon as I entered, I saw my wife holding a family bucket in her right hand, her left hand half-raised, her clothes soaked, her face

flushed with anger. Several kids, boys and girls, who looked to be at most high schoolers, were surrounding her, hurling insults and

profanities. One of them, a blond-haired guy, was holding my wife's phone and pointing it at her while yelling.

A KFC employee was trying to intervene, but they ignored him. I went over,

snatched , and went to ask my wife what was wrong. When they saw me, they started yelling even louder,

but I ignored them and listened to my wife's story.

Apparently, my wife had bought a family bucket and a hot coffee, and those kids, playing around in the store

without looking, bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her. They just laughed. My wife

angrily exclaimed, "How can you be so outrageous?!" They retorted with a barrage of insults. My wife, furious,

tried to call me, but the blond-haired guy snatched the phone and hung up, continuing to rant. Luckily, I arrived just in time.

After learning what had happened, I turned around and politely told the waiter, "You don't need to try to stop them."

The blond-haired guy replied, "Good thing you know, you idiot!" I suddenly struck, punching him in the chin from below.

He mumbled something, trying to scream but failing, and fell straight backward to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned to see him clutching his mouth, screaming incoherently. Another boy among the kids reached out

to pull me away, but I grabbed his arm and simultaneously kicked him in the knee. He

screamed and knelt down. Two women and a man shouted, "They're hitting someone!" I slapped

the man across the face, and he fell silent. I pulled my wife toward the door, but the women behind us started shouting again

, "They're hitting us! What are you doing? Call the police! We're customers, aren't you going to take

responsibility if we get beaten up?" I ignored them. You see, the head of the local police station is a family friend. Just

as my wife and I got into the car, the women ran out of the store. One of them opened the car door and

reached trying to pull out the keys. Without a word, I grabbed her hair, pulled her down,

and threw her onto my wife's lap. My wife held her down, and I started the car. The other two women almost

fell over.

As we turned the corner, the woman was still struggling, shouting, "Kidnapping!" My wife suddenly grabbed the woman

's hair and slammed her head against the glove compartment; the woman passed out. I looked at my wife in surprise, not expecting her to be

so decisive. My wife suddenly burst into tears. As I drove, I comforted her, "Honey, don't be sad. It's

my fault. I'll go with you, and everything will be alright." My wife shook her head, "I'm not sad, I'm touched that you

stood up for me like that." I smiled, "Don't ruin the mood. We'll throw her out later and then go see a movie."

My wife said, "We'll see the movie next time. I... I'm going to teach her a lesson!"

Although surprised, I still listened to my wife. Following her wishes, we drove to a

construction site . It was a housing development that we had visited before. It was the end of the year, and the workers had all gone home for the New Year,

so there were hardly any people on the site. Seeing our car, the security guard assumed we were there to look at the apartments and didn't even

come out of so he was relieved.

My wife led the way, and I carried the woman upstairs. The apartments were all unfinished, without even handrails, and

the stairs were covered in construction debris. I instinctively held the woman tightly and carefully walked upstairs. Only then did I notice that the

woman looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. She was quite pretty, and her figure was even more prominent. As I held her

hand, I pressed my side against her breasts, which felt quite large. I thought to myself, "Too bad you have no manners; you're going to suffer today

."

Fourth floor. My wife found a sheltered room, tied the girl's hands to a pipe, and slapped

her across the face. The girl woke up, saw my wife, and immediately started cursing again. My wife laughed

and slapped her again. And so, my wife happily laughed, slapping her a dozen times. The girl went limp

, head down, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, no longer daring to curse. My wife sized her up, unbuttoned her coat, and

instantly, the curves of her breasts popped out. My wife smirked, "Little brat, these aren't small!" The girl

retorted, "Bigger than yours, you gossip!" My wife snorted, pulled up the girl's sweater, revealing her bra.

The breasts inside bounced violently due to my wife's rough movements, and I subconsciously swallowed. My wife

reached out and ripped open the girl's bra, revealing her breasts: snow-white skin, pink areolas, and deep red

nipples, firm and full. My wife reached out and grabbed the girl's breasts. The girl yelled, "You perverted bitch,

what do you want?" My wife pinched the girl's nipple and twisted it, causing the girl to scream, "Ah!" Tears

streamed down her face. I sensed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Wife, that's enough, you've hit her enough already."

My wife glanced at me, "But I haven't vented my anger yet!" I smiled bitterly, "What do you want?" My wife didn't

answer and went to undo the girl's pants. The girl cried out, "Go to hell, you bitch, don't think you can

scare me like this..." The girl's underwear was small, black, and thin. My wife pulled down the girl's underwear,

revealing a soft, thick, dark, fine pubic hair. Her vulva was small, already somewhat dark in color,

with . The wife took out a finger cot she used for tampons from her bag, put it on her finger, and inserted it. The girl made

a sound of discomfort, then continued cursing. The wife pulled her finger out, turned around, threw the finger cot away, and said disdainfully:

"It's not the original anymore, it's a bit loose!" the girl said. "Tighter than yours, you old hag!" My wife shook her head.

"What should we do with her, honey?" I thought to myself, could she be trying to get me to sleep with her? Although

I thought that , I didn't dare say it aloud. I said, "Honey, if you ask me, let's just forget about it!"

My wife shook her head, walked out of the room, and went to the balcony, looking outside. The balcony wasn't safe either.

I followed her, wanting to warn her to be careful, but then I saw her point. "Look!" I looked in the direction she was pointing.

On the third floor across the street, two migrant workers were huddled around an empty gasoline drum, throwing in some scrap wood

to start a fire for warmth. I immediately guessed what my wife meant and exclaimed in surprise, "Honey, isn't this going too far?"

My wife shook her head, leaned close to my ear, and told me her plan in detail. After hearing it, I was even more

surprised . I still felt uneasy, but I figured I couldn't go against my wife's wishes today. Anyway, this girl deserved it.

I went downstairs and walked to the building across the street. The two migrant workers looked up at me; one was older and the other younger. I shouted,

"Sir, we're here to watch the house, someone's stealing materials upstairs!" The two migrant workers asked, "Where? How many?"

I replied, "I didn't see clearly, but they're in the building across the street, just one person!" The older one cursed, picked up a sledgehammer

, and came down with the younger worker. He thanked me and ran towards the building across the street. Then, my car

pulled up. My wife got out. I asked, "All done?" My wife said, "Yeah, I took off her clothes and said I was going to hit

her, but she cursed me, saying, 'You're a gossip, you dare kill me? If you don't, my brother will gang rape you and sell you!' So I told

her to let her go, and I guess she's getting dressed now."

My wife and I went up to the fourth floor, to a bathroom area. There was only a window there,

offering a view of the other side, but it wasn't easy for them to see us.

Across the street, the two migrant workers had already reached the third floor. They scanned the stairs but didn't see anything, so they went up to the fourth floor and

bumped into the girl, who was just getting dressed and about to come downstairs. The older migrant worker was taken aback: "Girl, what are you

doing ?" If the girl had been more polite, things probably wouldn't have been a problem. But the girl retorted, "None of your business, you stinking

migrant worker, get lost!" Clearly, she was still angry after being bullied by them. Her words enraged the

younger migrant worker: "You dare insult my uncle!" The girl retorted, "I dare insult you too, get lost!" The younger migrant worker rushed

forward, grabbing her by the collar, clearly not a fighter. The girl began yelling, "Stinking migrant worker!

Let me go! Rape! Help!" The younger migrant worker, obviously unaccustomed to such a scene, froze. The older

migrant worker, enraged, slapped the girl across the face: "You scoundrel!" The girl fell to the ground, continuing to curse. The older migrant worker

grabbed her: "Come on, to the security room!"

The girl and the older migrant worker began to fight. The older migrant worker, in a fit of rage, quickly subdued the girl. The old migrant worker said, "

City people think they're so great? One of my fellow villagers, a simpleton, has already ruined several college students, and the school still got him a guaranteed spot in graduate

school. Don't even mention you!" He then swiftly stripped the girl naked. "Hey, kid, come on, let me give

you a taste of the good life!"

The girl struggled, but the old migrant worker pulled a wire from the trash and tied her hands together. He then

held her down, and the girl was like a fish on a chopping board, her body exposed to the two migrant workers. Her

long, white legs kicked, only making her vulva more clearly visible. The old migrant worker spat, "Look at that slut

, she's just a piece of trash!"

The young migrant worker stood there, his face flushed red, his pants bulging. The old migrant worker said, "Kid,

what are you standing there for? Go for it!" Kid stood there, motionless. The old migrant worker said, "Alright, I'll clear the way for you!"

Then he unzipped his pants, revealing his manhood, the skin wrinkled even more than the wrinkles on his face. The old migrant worker bent down, grabbed the girl's breasts

with both hands , and began to knead them mercilessly, his rough fingers twisting her nipples.

The girl struggled, but was pinned down by the old migrant worker and couldn't move. The old migrant worker leaned down, his stubble-covered lips

kissing her face. The girl desperately turned her face away, and the old migrant worker spat, "Can't I kiss you? Can't I fuck your cunt then?"

He continued to play with the girl's breasts, not forgetting to instruct, "Second son, watch carefully, learn from this!"

The girl full breasts were wantonly played with in the old migrant worker's rough hands, like a lump of dough. The old migrant worker

leaned forward, and his old manhood was already erect, thick and black. He lifted the girl's legs, ran his fingers over

her vulva and said, "You slut, you're already wet!" He grabbed her calves and spread them apart,

his thick, dark penis pressing against her plump labia. With a thrust of his hips, the head of his penis roughly forced its way open, and with

a scream , it plunged straight in. The old migrant worker pulled back, pulling out about six or seven inches of his penis, already

glistening with vaginal fluid, making it appear even darker and shinier. "Second Brother, this is fucking!" he said

, thrusting in and out, his penis violently pounding against the girl's vulva. The girl passively endured the impact, her body

swaying with each movement, her breasts bouncing in waves. Second Brother became excited, hurriedly pulling down his pants, revealing his already

erect young penis, a little pre-ejaculate glistening on the glans. His pubic hair was sparse,

even less than the girl's. His penis throbbed, and finding no immediate outlet for satisfaction, he knelt down,

grasped the girl's breasts with both hands, and began to play with them, mimicking the old migrant worker's actions. Suddenly, he lowered his head and practically bit half of

the girl 's breast into his mouth, greedily sucking, then spitting it out and licking

her already erect nipple with his tongue.

My wife and I watched this spectacle. Although I was initially opposed, I found myself unconsciously aroused,

my penis hardening. Only then did I feel something on my crotch—my wife's hand. She

was watching and caressing my groin. Was my wife aroused too? Thinking this,

my hand, which was already behind her, embraced her, and my hands slipped under her clothes in front, inside her bra, sliding down to her

breasts touching the two hard nipples. My wife's nipples were already erect, large like two grapes. I pinched

my wife's nipples, watching the spectacle unfolding in the building across the street, experiencing a

feeling .

The older migrant worker's stimulation continued. Being of advanced age, he wasn't impulsive, but rather enjoying it at

a leisurely pace . Meanwhile, the eager Erwazi was still playing with the girl's breasts.

Under the double stimulation, the girl had already closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, her lips tightly pressed together, but her complexion was gradually becoming redder and redder.

The old migrant worker, seemingly unintentionally, suddenly thrust a few times, almost making the girl scream. She made

muffled, indistinct sounds. The old worker snorted, "Slut!" The girl closed her eyes tightly; being violated

and humiliated simultaneously was unfortunate for her.

As I stroked my wife's breasts, watching this scene, my hand involuntarily tightened its grip. My wife let out a soft moan,

and I realized I was still pinching her nipple. I released her nipple, my hand sliding down

. My wife's waistband was a bit tight, preventing my hand from going deeper; my fingers could only tease her pubic

hair . My wife lowered her hand from the windowsill, quickly loosening her belt, then

pulled down her pants and underwear. Before I could react, my wife's hand reached behind me, unzipped my

zipper , pulled out my penis, and began stroking it up and down in her hand. I ran my hand over my wife's

pubic hair, exploring her vulva. A little warmth touched my fingers. I placed my hand on her vulva

, caressing it. Her soft flesh seemed to weep under my fingers, secreting even more warmth. I pressed my fingers

against that tender spot, and my wife cried out, "Husband, fuck me!" I held my wife's waist,

my penis sensing the direction of the warmth, searching for that familiar opening. My wife's vulva was already slightly open,

and my penis sank in, immediately enveloped by a warm, moist sensation. Holding my wife's waist, I

slowly thrust in and out, in sync with the rhythm of the live performance across the street. A strange feeling arose in my heart, as if that old migrant worker

was fucking my wife, thankfully it wasn't real. My wife leaned against the windowsill, moaning.

Across the street, the old migrant worker's penis quickened, each thrust a brutal impact, the girl's labia turning,

splashing out drops of vaginal fluid. Erwazi grew impatient, guiding his penis to touch the girl's nipples. Suddenly, the old migrant worker let out

a breath, his back hunched, his chest heaving. Erwazi looked at his uncle in surprise. The old migrant worker exhaled a deep

breath and slowly withdrew his penis. A thick stream of white semen gushed from the girl's tender vagina.

Without a word, Erwazi pressed down on her, guiding his penis against her vaginal opening.

Lubricated by the vaginal fluid and semen, Erwazi's penis slid in as soon as it touched the opening. Erwazi cried out, "Ah!"

Clearly, the unprecedented sensation was almost unbearable for him. The old migrant worker looked at him with concern, "Erwazi

, you didn't ejaculate, did you? Take it easy, don't worry, the first time doesn't last long!" Erwazi shook his head,

then began to thrust in and out like the old migrant worker had, only his movements were slow.

Watching this scene, I couldn't help but laugh. My wife also chuckled softly. Erwazi's clumsy

work looked quite comical. I couldn't help but feel smug. My hand slipped back under my wife's shirt,

pinching her nipple while thrusting in and out of her familiar vagina. My wife seemed to guess my intentions, arching her back slightly

. I understood and quickened my thrusts. Suddenly, she thrust forward, pulling the shirt off. I was surprised when she knelt down

in front of me: "You're not wearing a condom." Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my penis whole. My wife held my legs and

began to suck and swallow. Although this time wasn't as careful as before, seeing my wife swallowing my penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid,

gave me a great sense of pleasure. In the past, my wife had given me oral sex, but that was always foreplay; she had never

given me oral sex after I had penetrated her. Across from us, Erwazi was still clumsily penetrating the girl. I couldn't help but smile,

enjoying this spectacle. My penis twitched, and I grabbed my wife's head, silently roaring as my hot semen gushed

into her mouth. Across from us, Erwazi collapsed, falling onto the girl.

My wife and I tidied our clothes as we walked downstairs. As we got into the car, I instinctively asked

, "What about her?" My wife replied, "Never mind her!"

The car drove along the street, the streetlights already on. My wife gazed at the street scene, occasionally turning back to give me

a gentle, contented smile.

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