A Day in the Life of a Spoiled Wife

Chapter 1

My wife is a primary school teacher, tall and voluptuous, with a beautiful and dignified face. But

perhaps you wouldn't expect that when she stands on the podium, lecturing earnestly, her

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

semen , gushing outwards.

A stream of semen has already broken through the covering of her black lace panties, slowly flowing down her thighs.

There so much semen that it slightly swells her lower abdomen, and the pressure and

effort she puts into tightening her vaginal walls give her waves of pleasure, a constant, slight trembling that originates from her vagina and rushes to her brain and

entire body .

My wife's face and skin turn flushed and hot, the feeling of being rubbed

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

accompanied by soft panting.

Unfortunately, the children below the podium were oblivious to the charm, only the growing number of parents picking up their children outside the window could see it all

clearly. Unlike the parents of other classes, who were mostly elderly people and women, the parents picking up their children from my wife's class

were all middle-aged men. Even the male staff members at the school showed unusual

interest in this class. They knew perfectly well that my wife's current alluring demeanor was due to their efforts at

different , and that they would continue to try—I already knew that so much semen couldn't

all be from me, although I'm quite capable myself.

Chapter Two,

7:00 AM

. As the light in the bedroom gradually brightened, my wife slowly woke up from her sleep, lazily stretching her limbs.

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

fast asleep , a shy and happy smile appearing on her beautiful face. We were from the same hometown and

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

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

won over by a "greenhorn" like me.

Most of my rivals were

intimidated ; they never even had the courage to hold her hand, and she had never even kissed me before. But

with my headstrong impulsiveness and the half-baked

knowledge of female psychology I had gained from reading those "sex education textbooks" in high school, I gradually won her heart.

I discovered that my wife actually had a soft and submissive side; once you opened her heart, she

would give herself completely. My wife comes from a strict family and has very conservative views on sex. We started dating in our sophomore year of college, and it was

n't until my birthday in the last semester of our senior year that she

gave At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. After graduation, my wife returned to her hometown

and became a teacher at a primary school in the county town. She loved her job. I worked in a government office for half a year before quitting

and starting my own business. After a few years, I've achieved some success. With everything

on track and more free time, we naturally got married, and we

've been married for five years now.

Our sex life has been very fulfilling these past five years. My energy and desire are equally strong; I make love to my wife almost

every day , always trying to find different ways to do it. My wife,

however, acts like it's her first time, maintaining a virginal reserve and shyness.

She's so gentle and shy that it almost makes you feel submissive. She accepts whatever I do,

and this submissive demeanor sometimes makes it hard for me to tell whether she's willing or enduring, happy or in pain.

But whatever it is, I crave that suffering expression and moaning from her; those expressions and moans

always give me a sense of conquest, driving me to overwhelming climaxes! My wife is incredibly sexy without being vulgar during sex.

No matter how much I arouse her, or how excited she is, she never shows

any sign of wantonness.

I can only tell from her alluring eyes, her burning skin, her swaying hips, her controlled breathing, and the rapid

flow of her love juices that she is also enjoying herself. My wife never initiates anything; she only

gently reminds me with her watery eyes and blushing cheeks. And whenever I need her, she's always willing

to accept , making me happy as if it were her duty in our sex life.

However, she has her own principles: I must wear a condom because we don't want

children . Even if I'm impatient, my wife will gently but firmly put one on for me. Also, my wife doesn't like

oral or anal sex. Although I strongly insist, she's tried it once or twice, but never successfully. She

thinks it's "dirty" and painful.

Aside from that, my wife is truly an excellent sexual partner. The

wonderful blend of elegance and sexiness in her makes me feel an uncontrollable desire whenever I see her.

Just like last night, we did it from 10 pm to midnight, leaving

our marks everywhere from the living room to the bedroom. I changed positions at least seven or eight times, from missionary to doggy style. My wife's breathing and

moans became more and more rapid, and her vaginal contractions became more and more powerful. When I carried her to the large mirror,

showing her flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, my wife let out a soft, nasal moan, closing her eyes tightly,

but her thighs clamped around me even tighter. I could clearly feel the increased grip on my penis inside her vagina, and with all my might,

I thrust to the deepest point, unable to hold back my ejaculation.

Even through the thin membrane, the heat hitting her uterus caused her to let out a suppressed

moan, her vaginal fluid gushing out, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously. In

her dazed state, my wife bit my shoulder, and we collapsed limply onto the bed,

too exhausted to even wipe away the sweat and fluid, falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms… My wife snapped out of her reverie, leaned down, and

kissed the teeth marks on my shoulder with her full, rosy lips, smiling wistfully. She gently lifted the blanket,

revealing my erect penis, still wrapped in last night's condom, the tip filled with white semen. My wife…

A blush crept across her face. She gently bit her lip, still holding the base of my penis with her left hand, while

her slender right fingers gently and slowly rolled up the condom, careful not to wake me.

When the condom reached the tip, the overflowing semen seemed about to spill out. My wife held my penis with one hand,

grabbed , wrapped it around the glans, and with a gentle pull and a twist of her wrist,

caught the entire

bag of semen without spilling a drop. This was her almost daily "homework," something she was already very skilled at. However, the stimulation of her sensitive area still made my body twitch a few times. My wife smiled softly, shrugged her bare shoulders, and

got out of bed carrying my bag of "seeds."

I hesitated, thinking of putting on my underwear before going to the bathroom, but seeing the glistening, dried semen between my legs, she remained naked and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

As her soft footsteps disappeared outside the bedroom door, I suddenly opened my eyes.

I had been awake for a while; I always woke up at this time every day. Because I knew that my pure and dignified wife

was about to begin her blissful day of sex. She was doing everything she could to hide it from me,

to maintain her image as a virtuous wife in my eyes, because her heart was pure, her love for me had never

wavered , and her actions were all for my reputation, all to maintain this marriage she cherished. But what my wife

didn't know was that all of this was meticulously planned and orchestrated by me, and everything was under my control.

Chapter 3,

7:10

It wasn't long before class started, and the tireless noise of elementary school students could be faintly heard through the window.

Because my wife's school was located in the city center, in a very good location, when the school built teachers' apartments,

we decided to settle down near the school. This made it very convenient for my wife to get to work; she could sleep at least half an hour longer in the morning

and go directly to the classroom on time.

Through the half-open bedroom door, I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom; my wife was washing away the traces of

our . My wife is very clean and has always been in the habit of showering twice a day. Back in college, I

joked that her daily shower pass money was enough for me to buy a plate of cheat sheets in the cafeteria, for which she would call me a little stinky pig for barely showering a few times

a month she's been showering even more frequently, and I know why, of course.

There's a bathtub in the ensuite bathroom, but my wife doesn't want to wake me, so she goes to the outer bathroom to shower. This makes things convenient for me;

I can now prepare myself at my leisure each day. I got out of bed, quickly washed away

the love fluid my wife had left on my lower abdomen in the ensuite bathroom, put on a nightgown, and quietly walked into the hallway.

Normally, my wife wouldn't hear any noise outside while she's showering, but to make this game last

longer and provide greater stimulation, I decided to let her think I was still dreaming. I checked the swivel lock on the bathroom

door; it probably wasn't locked from the inside. That wasn't important; what mattered was the security door. I gently

retracted the bolt of the security door lock, leaving it slightly ajar—

enough for anyone with ulterior motives. My wife has a bad memory; if I told her she forgot to lock the security door properly, she

wouldn't suspect a thing.

Now it was time to put my secret weapon, which I'd spent several days setting up, to use. I bought these

pinhole cameras and monitors when I went to the provincial capital for business. Installing them discreetly

, despite not being an expert, took a lot of effort. Although I'd tested the angles yesterday afternoon, I still

checked each camera again: the two in the living room were on the TV wall and

next to the picture frame above the sofa, looking like nail heads; the one on the balcony was on top of the storage cabinet; the one in the kitchen was on top of the range hood—

all places my wife couldn't see or notice.

The one in the bathroom was next to the water heater pipe; that's exactly what I needed. As for

the cameras in the bedroom and study, it seemed I wouldn't be able to use them until the afternoon at the earliest. Everything was ready, and I eagerly returned to the bedroom,

took the monitor from my bedside table, and, with a pounding heart, turned it on, switching to the

camera … the picture quality was superb! The position, about 30 centimeters above a person's height, was a perfect angle.

Perhaps because the water temperature wasn't too high, there was very little steam, and the camera's automatic dimming and focusing functions were excellent;

my wife's body was clearly visible on the screen. It seems the money I spent on this setup was well worth it.

My wife was washing her lower body, so I couldn't see her face, but her curvaceous figure was even more

alluring on the screen: her firm breasts, like two trembling milk jellies, jiggled with her movements, and her

two bright red nipples, like cherries on jelly, were exceptionally fresh; her slender yet strong waist swayed gracefully, her

flat stomach without an ounce of fat, and her full, rounded buttocks seemed to defy gravity, perking up perfectly—

the most attractive features of a woman were combined so perfectly in my wife! This was all thanks to her long-term exercise, and of course,

not just in bed. My wife practiced rhythmic gymnastics from a young age, and even won a medal at the provincial university games in college!

My wife possessed strong muscles and taut skin, with long legs uncommon among East Asians,

which made her genitals appear high, perfectly fitting the requirements of an art model.

Her fair skin was almost flawless, and her long, black hair, wet, shone with an oily sheen. This

striking contrast of black and white, this voluptuous female body—was this the woman beside me every day, the

"public wife" I had intentionally created for the students' parents and teachers? Was she the "public toilet" that the men in the neighborhood could use at will? But

when she looked up, I saw a face radiating pure elegance, a pair of bright eyes—

where was there even a trace of a wanton woman? This beautiful body was like a spring scene from a classical oil painting, making one

forget worldly concerns.

I couldn't help but ask myself, was everything I was doing right? Undoubtedly, my perverse psychology was

greatly satisfied; I was almost constantly excited because of my wife's physical encounters. But what

about my wife? Was this deception or harm? If she knew that most of the men who possessed her

were arranged , how would she react? However, I seem to have noticed that my wife has gradually become accustomed to this continuous,

immoral sexual intercourse, and is deriving more and more pleasure from it. So, is it a win-win situation for us?

When did all this start? Oh, well, it all started with those guys I've been obsessed with since college—Giant Bean, Asian Love,

Wuji, and Sex Tiger… My thoughts drifted further and further away, and I didn't even notice the new screen on the small screen in the living room…

A man's hand. He gently pulled open the slightly ajar security door, then closed it again with practiced ease, turning and walking straight to

the bathroom without even glancing around. It was clear this was a regular; he knew my wife and

I'd perfectly well, knowing I was definitely sleeping in the bedroom and my wife was showering in the bathroom.

I was still lost in thought when the man reached the bathroom door and tried to turn the lock. Suddenly, I

snapped . My thoughts of repentance vanished,

replaced by a powerful urge to spy on my wife's infidelity.

Men, after all, are driven by their penises!

I focused on the screen. From this angle, I could only see the man's back standing outside the bathroom.

I gritted my teeth in regret, but I wouldn't have to wait long. The bathroom camera would soon be in

use. Before this system was installed, although I opened the security door almost every morning, and every few days

some audacious man would sneak in, I could only strain my ears to eavesdrop through the door.

Sometimes I could

tell . But more often than not, all I could hear was my wife's surprised voice, the man

's lustful, impatient, and lewd voice, short, strained sounds of resistance and struggle, my wife's soft pleas being silenced by a gag; then

the sounds of flesh colliding, the man's excited, heavy breathing, my wife's increasingly clear but deliberately suppressed

moans; then the strange, strained sound from the man's throat, followed by a brief

silence , and finally the sound of my wife sighing and washing up after the man hurriedly closed the door and left; and of course,

the sound of my wife's footsteps as she listened for any movement at the bedroom door.

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

this time in the morning, it couldn't be a student's parent or anyone else. This

frustration of deduction led me to decide to install this camera system with sound; today, I would finally fulfill my long-held

wish to "live stream"! The figure in the video turned the bathroom doorknob, and sure enough, it wasn't locked! It seems

my wife had lowered her guard because I hadn't been opening the door as usual these past few days due to the installation plan (she occasionally remembers and closes the door when I

leave it , which is when the impatient man outside suffers).

Hearing the sound of the handle turning, my wife, who was drying herself with a large towel in the bathroom, instinctively

stopped. I saw a complex expression on her face: surprise, worry, suspicion, resistance,

and perhaps a glimmer of hope. The doorknob turned completely, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a man's figure

in front of my wife and the camera. I'm truly sorry for taking up so much of everyone's time! This is my first

time writing, and my writing is quite clumsy.

I've hit a bottleneck: on the one hand, I need to

describe the present situation and clearly explain the past within a single day. This inevitably requires careful planning in terms of length and

structure , which is beyond the grasp of someone as inexperienced as myself. This "balance"

has been troubling me for days, preventing me from continuing.

On the other hand, I lacked experience in writing about "techniques" and "processes," and

my inspiration . I truly admire all the great writers who can write so eloquently and creatively! If you find the H-section too

dry, I apologize in advance!

Thank you all for your support of my first work; your responses are my motivation to keep going!

Chapter 4,

7:20

"Cheng Bin?" "Teacher Cheng?" My wife and I called out at the same time, but I was in

the bedroom, just inches away, facing this man who was "secretly" raping my wife through a webcam, while my wife was

naked in our own bathroom, facing this man who wasn't her husband.

"Teacher Cheng?" My wife's everyday work-like address came out, but her hands instinctively raised a towel to cover

her high breasts. Her fair body seemed to suddenly feel cold and trembled slightly. Her

full suddenly contracted upwards, and her entire tall back looked like a frightened kitten.

I had overheard countless times, or heard the men I

arranged but this was

the first time I had witnessed it so vividly before my eyes.

Such intense psychological stimulation caused my penis to instantly harden, like lightning.

My surprise wasn't because Cheng Bin was a new addition to the "watering" group; he

had been inside my wife's body at least dozens of times before. My surprise stemmed from the coincidence:

the first man I arranged for my wife was Cheng Bin, the first among those lustful men to possess her body

; and now, he was the first to have his way with her right under my nose after I installed the hidden camera.

How could he be so lucky?

"Yes, it's me. Happy now?" Cheng Bin said with a sly grin on the camera, having already taken off his coat in

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

man, at least outwardly. He was my wife's physical education teacher at school. His tall,

exceptionally , and his sharply defined face with thick eyebrows and large eyes, were exactly the kind of "prince" that women subconsciously crave

.

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

as the first man besides her husband to forcibly possess her body, at least I couldn't cause her physical

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

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

even more exciting, stirring a strange impulse within me…

"What do you want to do? Get out!" my wife whispered, her heart

clenching as if gripped by a large hand.

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

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

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

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

hated Cheng Bin to the core.

However, the wife couldn't explain what she was feeling: Why did she feel a

constant ? Why was her husband, who never drank, drunk that day? Why did Cheng Bin

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

attraction to him now? (The wife didn't know that Cheng Bin was at most the first vibrator I had chosen for her.)

I was the culprit who created her into a "toilet"! Of course, the wife also didn't know

why ; because I had added

a trace of aphrodisiac to the milk she drank that day.) "Why bother? We've been married for so long, what's there to be embarrassed about?" "You're shameless!

My husband is next door, he's about to get up, get out of here!" the wife whispered, her originally gentle

and melodious voice becoming a little hoarse with tension.

Actually, she was also very conflicted. She wanted to use me to drive this man away, but she was also afraid that I

would actually wake up, and then all her efforts and sacrifices would be in vain.

Wasn't her first loss of virginity precisely because she was afraid of waking her husband? That day, at the school's family social gathering

, I deliberately drank too much. Cheng Bin, whom I had arranged beforehand, drove me home. With his instructions, he raped

my wife on the sofa in the living room, while I, pretending to be drunk, excitedly listened to everything from the bed in the bedroom. Through the crack in the bedroom door,

I stared intently at my wife's face, a mixture of grief and suppressed sensuality, as she was being raped, filled with guilt and excitement

.

"Your husband? Don't worry, he's sleeping soundly. How could he know that his wife is cheating on him?

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

his clothes, and a thick, hard penis was trembling between his legs—it was about to enter my wife's body!

The camera focused on Cheng Bin's exceptionally strong physique. His bronze skin taut over his undulating muscles, exuding a powerful

masculine scent and allure.

Even I envied him for this; although I was a key defender on my university's football team,

my physical abilities couldn't compare to his. His wife, as expected, succumbed to this seemingly infallible phrase. Her legs buckled,

and she involuntarily took two steps back. Cheng Bin seized the opportunity, stepping forward to embrace her fair body. A strong

masculine aura instantly enveloped her. This familiar scent, the powerful physique of the man, and

the battle between sent shivers down her spine. Her beautiful eyes became misty

. She knew what was about to happen, but her heart instinctively resisted, clinging to

the last vestige of purity within her soul.

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

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

the strong man holding her tightly in his arms.

The show was finally about to begin! I was so excited in the bedroom I was restless, my penis rock hard. Through the high-resolution

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

entwined , bronzed physique. The white towel was still limply held to her chest. Cheng Bin ripped the towel off,

and his hot pectoral muscles pressed against her high, full breasts without any obstruction.

My wife couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" Her slender waist was held tightly by Cheng Bin's arms, unable to move. Her upper body

instinctively leaned back, arching like a bow on the screen in front of me. Even through the microphone and

headphones, I could hear the multiple meanings in that soft cry. My wife futilely tried to pry Cheng Bin's

arm from her waist with one hand, and with the other, she managed to break free, weakly pushing against Cheng Bin's chest. But to

me, it seemed more like a feigned resistance.

Perhaps all men have a beastly potential; my wife's resistance only fueled Cheng Bin's intense desire.

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

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

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

He thrust and pounded between his wife's long legs. His wife weakly clamped her thighs together, hoping this would hold onto her last line of defense.

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

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

. The slight stubble of her beard brushed against her smooth, tender face, making him feel aroused, but his wife

still tightly pursed her lips, letting Cheng Bin's mouth ravage her face.

Cheng Bin smiled lewdly, shifting his focus: one hand still held his wife's waist, controlling her

feeble resistance, his fingers busy kneading the firm skin of her slender waist. His other

hand traced down her smooth, pointed shoulders and back to her full, slightly upturned buttocks, caressing her plump flesh.

The rich, fleshy sensation stimulated both of them, their breathing becoming heavy. Cheng Bin lowered his head,

skillfully finding his wife's breasts with his lips, his tongue moving back and forth, occasionally

sucking on her nipples or flicking them with his tongue. His wife's heavy breasts trembled with each tongue movement

, a current coursing through her body, her rosy nipples gradually becoming engorged and

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

with his movements.

The physical sensations intensified, but the wife's consciousness slowly blurred. She murmured dreamily, "No...don't...

do this, quickly...let...go...please..." A continuous stream of pleasure surged within her. Her two

long, slender, white thighs unconsciously rubbed and contracted, and her untouched genitals became sensitive. Her vagina

grew hot, and she could even feel a trickle of lubrication secreting.

Her breathing became increasingly seductive. Cheng Bin noticed this and slowly released his hold on her waist,

moving towards her genitals. His fingers gently tugged at the soft pubic hair, rubbing the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina. The wife

slightly retreated, as if trying to avoid the intrusion of this hand—not her husband's—on her private, sensitive area, but Cheng Bin...

His fingers, like nimble multi-headed snakes, followed closely, rubbing his wife's genitals even more greedily. His technique was

quite skillful; he deliberately didn't penetrate her vagina, but instead provided continuous stimulation to her vulva.

His wife's labia slowly became engorged with blood, slightly parting, releasing a faint scent of vaginal fluid.

Under Cheng Bin's skillful caresses, her clitoris gradually hardened, highlighting the protective barrier of her labia, making it even more attractive

for his repeated attacks and flicks. Each of Cheng Bin's advances stirred a huge

wave in his wife's nervous system, causing her body to twist and turn with increasing intensity. Even on the monitor, I could clearly see his wife's

skin turning crimson, a flush of desire rising on her beautiful face as she writhed, her suppressed moans growing increasingly

seductive, striking my heart through the headphones. His wife's entire vagina became burning hot, as if even her uterus had

turned into semi-molten lava, and more vaginal fluid secreted from her vagina, wetting Cheng Bin's palms.

Cheng Bin wiped away a handful of the sticky liquid, smelled it, and even I could almost smell that familiar

, sweet fragrance. He held his hand, covered in the fluid, in front of his wife's eyes. "Look, you're so wet. You

need it too, don't you? What are you pretending for?" he whispered in her ear. Unexpectedly,

his wife, already lost in passion, still retained a sliver of consciousness. What Cheng Bin saw as flirtatious words ignited her shame

. She instinctively avoided the fluid she had secreted, using her last ounce of willpower to try and pull herself out of the vortex of

lust . "I've been raped, how can I feel this way?" his wife writhed,

trying to break free from Cheng Bin's embrace. "Oh...please...please, let...me go...ah..." Her

soft, tearful moans were

like , instantly became erect.

I could only hold it with my hands, while Cheng Bin's penis pounded against my wife's lower abdomen, like the drumbeat

of a general offensive. His excellent athleticism came in handy; his movements were swift, grabbing

my wife's arms and pushing her against the wall, stabilizing her struggling body. My wife gasped and twisted,

weakly crying out, "What... are you going to do...? Let... me go..." "

What am I going to do? We've done it so many times already, what do you think I'm going to do?" Cheng Bin lewdly grinned, using one knee to push

between my wife's legs, easily separating her tightly clamped thighs, and a menacing penis followed,

thrusting between them. This penis was so erect, pointing upwards without its owner's help, the glans, swollen purple with

heat and lust, automatically pressing against my wife's vulva. To be honest, because Cheng Bin was taller

than me, his penis was also larger than mine.

Finally, I could see another man's penis penetrate my wife's vagina, and this penis

was even bigger than mine, making me even more excited! I suppressed my pounding heart and aching penis, and with trembling hands, I

zoomed in: Cheng Bin's penis moved back and forth between my wife's thighs, the vaginal fluid wetting it,

making it gleam silver under the lights and the high-resolution lens. My wife's constant writhing only

served to coat Cheng Bin's penis with her own fluids, the glistening fluid wetting her

thick pubic hair.

The glans moved against my wife's vulva, occasionally parting her labia, teasing her sensitive clitoris, and even penetrating her vaginal

opening. Each time this happened, my wife tensed up, as if her fortress had fallen. The lewd atmosphere in the air

grew increasingly intense, and the three men caught in the throes of lust began to change: I, sitting in the bedroom holding the monitor and rubbing my penis

, and Cheng Bin, embracing his wife in the bathroom, both grew increasingly hard, while the body of the woman being raped grew increasingly limp. "Ugh...

let... go... stop... oh... oh..." The words of resistance emanating from her red lips gradually turned into

seductive gasps and moans, and her two fair thighs involuntarily spread wider and wider. Faced with such a beautiful and alluring female

body, Cheng Bin could no longer restrain himself. He freed one hand and aimed his penis, hard as an iron rod, at the entrance of his wife's moist

and smooth vagina, slowly pushing the swollen, mushroom-like glans into her vagina. His wife's body seemed

to be lifted up slowly, her beautiful face, with its luscious red lips slightly parted, uttered

an "oh..."

Cheng Bin's glans entered my wife's vagina. Years of gymnastics training had tightened his pelvic area, and the intense heat of the touch sent

electric shocks through his senses. He thrust his hips forward recklessly, and his hot, hard

penis plunged deep into her vagina. "He finally went in!" Seeing someone else's

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

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

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

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

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