My wife and I's extramarital affairs

On this night, with these lights and this atmosphere, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

"Hello, may I sit here?" a woman's voice suddenly came from beside me.

I turned my head and saw a strikingly beautiful, tall woman in her thirties.

"Hello," I quickly bowed, making room for her.

The woman had her hair neatly tied up in a bun, with a few strands of bangs framing her face. She wore light makeup, a tight-fitting peach-colored short dress that revealed a large expanse of her fair thighs, and exaggeratedly high-heeled shoes. Don't ask me how I noticed so clearly; in fact, I simply took in almost everything about her within the few seconds she sat down. The instant she sat down, I saw her large breasts bounce a few times—quite impressive, even with a bra on.

"Gulp." I pretended to pick up my coffee, but before even taking a sip, I swallowed hard.

"My name is Li Weiwei, one of the owners here," the woman said, extending her hand.

"Ah, hello, Boss Li." I quickly extended my hand to shake hers; her hand was cool and smooth.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Li Weiwei tilted her head at me playfully.

"Ah, my name is Mo Qing." I was a little embarrassed.

"Is this Mr. Mo's first time here?"

"You noticed?"

Li Weiwei chuckled. "I've seen you come in and out twice." She followed my gaze to Qini's side. "Is that your girlfriend or your wife?"

"This..." I hesitated, unsure how to answer.

"It's alright, don't answer if you don't want to." Li Weiwei noticed my hesitation. "Actually, people come here to have fun. As long as you have fun and enjoy yourself, that's what matters. If you're not happy or enjoy yourself, that's what we bosses need to worry about."

"So?" I looked away from my wife and at Li Weiwei.

"So that's why I came." Li Weiwei giggled; undeniably, her smile was very alluring.

“You can’t possibly accompany every guest who’s alone, can you? That would be exhausting.”

“I’m the boss, you know, not just a liquor seller.” Li Weiwei rolled her eyes at me. “I definitely have to consider who they come from.”

“For example, am I handsome?”

“A little bit.” Li Weiwei stared at me for a while before answering. “I’ve been observing you for a while now, coming and going, and you didn’t invite any of those ladies sitting there. Don’t you find them attractive?”

“No way. They’re all too beautiful. I wasn’t confident, haha.”

“Don’t men like to do things they’re not sure about? Besides, everyone’s here to have fun. Success or failure doesn’t matter.”

“You mean success when you say drinking together?”

“What do you think, Mr. Mo?” Li Weiwei chuckled and pressed the service bell in the middle of the table. Soon a waiter came over

. “Bring a bottle of absinthe. This gentleman’s first time here, it’s on me.” Li Weiwei was generous. Soon the drink arrived. It was a 70-proof Czech Green Lightning absinthe. One sip burned from my stomach to my throat, and I instantly felt dizzy, but I also felt much braver.

A dozen minutes later.

"One day at work, a female colleague came out of the boss's office, her face flushed, and spat. I said, 'Please don't spit on the ground!' She looked at me and said, 'Are you sure it's phlegm...?'" My joke had barely finished when Li Weiwei burst out laughing and leaned on my shoulder, even playfully hitting me at the end: "You're so naughty."

"Is this what you call naughty? What about something even worse?" I teased her, emboldened by the alcohol.

"How naughty can you be in public?" Li Weiwei gave me a flirtatious glance.

"Like this?" I boldly touched her thigh.

"Like that handsome guy over there with his girlfriend?" Li Weiwei didn't seem to mind at all. Her words made my heart skip a beat.

"You know that, don't you?" I murmured.

"Of course I know." She skillfully picked up the mini TV on the table, switched to the area where my wife was. The man was still chatting and laughing with my wife, his hand seemingly natural on her waist. My wife seemed used to it; it was clear they were having a good time.

"Isn't there a bittersweet, yet thrilling feeling?" Li Weiwei suddenly leaned close and whispered in my ear, then breathed into it.

"Like you know everything."

"Lots of couples come here to play." Li Weiwei looked at me meaningfully.

I pulled her into my arms. "You seem to really enjoy observing these things."

"Yeah. I especially enjoy seducing men who flirt with other women." Li Weiwei nestled against me, her hand naturally moving between my legs, where a little red flag instantly rose.

"In public! Do you want to spit?"

"Do you want me to spit?" She looked at me with seductive eyes.

My answer was my rock-hard erection and the burning desire in my eyes.

"In public, you wish!" She suddenly laughed, then slapped my erection. "You little rascal, you're not behaving yourself."

"Ouch, don't slap me like that!" I jumped in fright. "If you don't need it, someone else will."

"She needs it?" She looked into the distance. "What do you think she'll do if she sees you still here?"

Before I could answer, she stood up and pulled me up too. "Come on, let's go dancing."

"Wait." Before I could react, my first thought was to put my hands in my pockets. If I walked awkwardly through the area where my wife was sitting, the joke would become a big deal.

"Don't let go of my hands." Li Weiwei grabbed my hands and walked towards the dance floor in the middle.

"Oh no." My mind went blank. My

wife, who was chatting, obviously noticed me with my hands being pulled, and because of Li Weiwei's deliberate detour, my erection was particularly conspicuous as I walked. I knew she must have seen it, because her eyes widened, and her surprised gaze swept over my crotch.

As soon as I stepped onto the dance floor, Li Weiwei leaned in, guiding my stiff hand to her waist, then wrapping her arms around my neck. That warm, full-figured touch immediately aroused me again. I knew my wife was angry because her heaving chest had given the handsome man next to her an opportunity to make a move. My wife stood up angrily and walked towards the dance floor.

We didn't speak; in the dim light, we were like two strangers who didn't know each other. The dance floor was meticulously designed, especially the lighting. The lights radiating outwards from the four pillars made it difficult to see from outside, but those inside could vaguely make out each other.

The man, with his wife in tow, entered the dance floor and seemingly gentlemanly extended a hand. My wife naturally placed her hand on his shoulder, but her gaze was fixed on me, a coldness that made me uneasy. I quickly pretended not to see her and turned my head away, only to see Anjing in a corner, pressed tightly against a handsome man, his arms around her waist and caressing her buttocks.

"Damn, what's going on?" My head was spinning.

"It seems like you know a lot of people." Li Weiwei leaned closer to me.

"No way," I chuckled, my grip unconsciously tightening. Li Weiwei pressed herself against me, her warm, fiery body instantly igniting a burning desire within me. Suddenly, I felt that my wife's attention was irrelevant; what mattered was enjoying this forbidden thrill. I thrust forward, my hard erection pressing against her thighs through her skirt.

Li Weiwei let out a soft gasp, which my wife, nearby, heard. She clearly hadn't expected her husband to be so bold, daring to be intimate with another woman right in front of her. She was somewhat angry and leaned closer to the man in a huff. In the dim light, while enjoying myself, I secretly observed them. The man seemed about to kiss Qini, but just as he was about to, Qini turned her head. The man kissed her cheek, seemingly unconcerned, and gently kissed his way down her face, her earlobe, and her neck.

At first, my wife looked at me defiantly, but later, the gentle kisses from a stranger made her somewhat confused. Her gaze initially darted away, but when she noticed that I was also observing her, I didn't seem to mind and even defiantly placed my hand on her buttocks, she became annoyed: "What kind of husband is this?" Perhaps at that moment, heartache, anger, shyness, frustration, and an inner fire were intertwined and tormenting her. Gradually, she began to relax, and finally closed her eyes to enjoy this unusual stimulation.

My wife's obvious change made me feel a little heartbroken, but mostly excited. My penis became even harder, like an eel wanting to find a hole to burrow into. Li Weiwei obviously noticed this too, smiling as she reached between us and gently stroked my erection.

On the other side, the man had his wife completely embraced, feeling the incredibly full and bouncy softness of her breasts. He still had one arm around her and the other hand holding her as they danced, their steps almost spinning in place, their bodies pressed tightly together. The stranger's erection pressed against her lower abdomen; even through the two layers of fabric, she could feel its hardness and heat. As his wife closed her eyes, the man released her hand and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing them even closer. His genitals rubbed gently against hers.

"How can you be so alluring? I'm intoxicated by you," the man whispered in her ear, one hand tentatively reaching between them to caress her breasts, kissing her earlobe. "So big, I can't even cover them with one hand. I wish I could take you right here."

The words "take you" suddenly brought his wife to her senses. She abruptly broke free from the man's embrace and ran to the somewhat dazed Anjing, pulling her away: "Let's go home."

"Qini, what's wrong?" Anjing was slightly drunk.

"I don't want to play anymore, let's go home!" My wife firmly pulled her away, giving me a cold look as she passed by. "Have fun."

Like the other two men, I was stunned.

"Aren't you going to chase after her? Do you want to die?" Li Weiwei patted my shoulder with a smile.

I finally reacted and quickly chased after her.

On the way home, I drove in silence. Anjing was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and kept demanding that my wife compensate her.

"Alright, stop arguing, I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you for this lecherous guy, okay?" My wife was also getting annoyed, and Anjing quieted down and gradually fell asleep.

"Wife..."

"Shut up! I don't want to talk right now, don't bother me." My wife said coldly, scaring me into shutting up immediately.

When we got home, my wife told me to take care of Anjing and went straight into the bathroom without paying any attention to me. Anjing woke up at this time and looked at me blankly, amused. "Were you scared?"

"You really killed us." I said angrily.

"Come on, why didn't you think of me when you two were enjoying yourselves?"

"Who was enjoying themselves?"

"Be honest, not just you, I think Qini was having a great time too."

"Aren't you afraid your husband will find out?"

"Why should I be afraid? He can too." Anjing was nonchalant, which surprised me. I looked at her, and then... Anjing, with most of her breasts exposed, leaned closer.

"Your wife said she'd compensate me with you, how are you going to fulfill that promise?" Anjing whispered in my ear, a faint smell of alcohol and another delicate fragrance emanating from her.

I looked down at her deep cleavage. "You're not really going to do this, are you?"

"What do you think? Your wife ruined my good time, and I'm furious." As she spoke, Anjing straddled my lap. Looking down,

she saw I was already up. She chuckled. "How are you going to make it up to me?" She straddled me, not sitting down completely, which pulled her short skirt almost up to her buttocks. From my angle, I could see her red panties. She smiled wickedly and stood up slightly, then gently placed her crotch on my erect penis. After a moment, she began to slowly rub back and forth.

"Hiss~" I gasped.

"Hmm." Anjing hummed softly, placing her hands on my shoulders, half-kneeling on the sofa between my legs. Her upper body remained almost still as she stared at me, her waist twisting back and forth.

Even though we were both wearing pants, I could still clearly feel her hidden breasts sandwiching my penis between them, rubbing up and down. Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom next door, and feeling the friction between our genitals, a surge of lust ignited within me. I wanted to touch Anjing's breasts, but she shoved my hand away: "Don't move." She breathed heavily. I knew my underwear was wet, and Anjing was probably even wetter, because I could see clear watermarks left on my pants where she had slid.

"You're so wet," I said, looking at her.

Somehow, those words ignited her; she suddenly leaned down, cupped my face, and kissed me fiercely. I felt her passion, her soft tongue dancing and entwining in my mouth. Not to be outdone, I countered by teasing her while impatiently unzipping my pants, releasing my already eager penis. I pulled aside the edge of her panties, which were already soaked in a muddy mess, and thrust my hips forward. My penis slid effortlessly into the warm, moist mud, and the juncture of our bodies made a few sizzling sounds as the sticky fluids mingled.

"Ah—!" Anjing let out a long gasp. Before I could do anything, her lower abdomen began to move impatiently. She was clearly skilled in this art; her upper body remained almost still at an angle, relying entirely on the power of her waist and hips to rise and fall, swallowing and releasing my penis. Each thrust brought out streams of fluid, some of which stretched into long, sticky strands between our bodies. At this moment, my wife was taking a shower in the bathroom. Anjing sat on top of me, rising and falling. This lewd scene made my brain feel incredibly congested. I suddenly stood up, turned around, pushed Anjing down onto the sofa, spread her legs, and quickly thrust in again.

"Ah, you're so amazing... good man, I'm going to be fucked to death by you, ah..." Anjing whispered quietly, occasionally looking up at my thick penis going in and out between her legs. At this moment, the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.

"Faster... ah... so good... hurry up... Qini... ah—!"

The bathroom door opened, and Qini came out wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair.

"You brat, move aside, it's taking so long." Anjing pushed her aside and hurriedly ran into the toilet.

"Why didn't you say you needed to use the toilet earlier? I would have let you go first." Qini said to the toilet door with a smile, "Look at you holding it in like this, you don't look like a lady at all."

She thought Anjing was in a hurry to use the toilet, but I knew why she was in such a hurry. How could she not be in a hurry? If she was any slower, she was afraid she would leak. When Anjing turned around and went in, of course she didn't let Qini see that she was holding her own panties in one hand.

I sat obediently on the sofa, and when I heard my wife stop behind me, I didn't dare to turn around. After a while, she snorted and turned around and went back to the room.

After a while, Anjing came out of the bathroom, obviously having showered as well. Seeing my half-smile as I looked at her, she snorted and whispered as she walked past the sofa, "Luckily, you didn't have much, or you'd look terrible." Then she went into the room. But why did she go into mine?

Anjing didn't come out for a long time after going in. I couldn't tell what the two women were talking about, but their voices were murmuring and interspersed with their laughter and playful banter. I checked the time; it was really late, but Anjing didn't seem to have any intention of going back to the guest room to sleep. I had already showered; it had been too quick and exciting, leaving me wanting more, and my penis was still rock hard. I was just thinking about whether I should pester my wife for another round tonight when the door opened, and Anjing came out. I breathed a sigh of relief, about to say something.

"I've already told Qini I'll sleep with her tonight. You go to sleep by yourself." Anjing said with a laugh and closed the door.

"Holy crap! What's going on?!" I was a little confused. Was I going to have to eat myself tonight? I stood up angrily, glanced at my seemingly heavy crotch, and sighed. Two beautiful women were sleeping in the room; what a waste to waste eating myself like that.

I went into the guest room where Anjing had been sleeping. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted from it, reminding me of the vixen who had just sat between my legs. Damn, I was hard again. Tonight was destined to be miserable.

"Beep beep beep~" My phone beeped with a text message notification.

"Who the hell is it in the middle of the night?" I picked up my phone.

"Come in immediately when you get a call, be careful." It was Anjing's text message.

What did that mean? I didn't quite understand. Whatever, I couldn't sleep anyway. I sat on the edge of the bed and started playing with my phone. I don't know how much time passed, but my phone rang, then stopped after a few rings. I looked; it was Anjing calling. What was going on?

I stood up, hesitant. Two minutes later, the phone rang a few more times.

Whatever, I decided to do as she said. I tiptoed to the master bedroom door, pressing my ear against it to listen carefully. I could hear faint sounds coming from inside—familiar sounds that usually occurred during foreplay with my wife. I gently turned the doorknob; the door wasn't locked. Being extremely careful not to make a sound, I opened the door a crack. What I saw inside almost made my nose bleed.

In the dimly lit room, only the bedside lamp illuminated the center of the bed. Two dazzlingly white bodies lay across it—my wife, Qini, and Anjing, both naked. Anjing was half-lying on top of Qini, her right hand cupping her breast, rubbing her nipple against Qini's.

From my angle, both women had large breasts, though Qini's were clearly a size larger. The unusual teasing between their nipples caused my wife, with her eyes closed, to let out a soft moan. I quietly slipped inside.

Both Anjing and Qini had noticeably prominent nipples, but Qini's areolas were much lighter, making her breasts appear even whiter and larger. Anjing smiled silently at me, placing both of her breasts on top of her wife's, swaying her body from side to side and gently rubbing them together. This reminded me of a term familiar to men: breast massage.

However, what I was witnessing was one woman massaging another woman's breasts. The contact of four full breasts was like a collision of planets, changing shapes under the force of each other. The overlapping nipples sometimes stood erect, like daggers clashing, and sometimes bent by the full peaks, making me swallow hard.

Anjing lifted his wife's hands high above her head, clasped them together, straddled her, and supported himself with his waist. His breasts circled against her chest, stimulating her nipples until they stood erect, like two ripe American grapes, a captivating sight. Anjing couldn't resist leaning down and taking one of the nipple-like nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Three fingers of his other hand kneaded the other pink nipple, causing his wife to arch her back in discomfort.

Anjing teased his wife's nipples, glanced at me, and then moved his hand down, parting his wife's legs. From my angle, I could clearly see that the light pubic hair between her legs was already wet, some strands tangled together, looking somewhat disheveled. Anjing laughed, then slipped his right hand under Qini's buttocks and pulled her up, causing Qini to raise her legs, revealing her wet, pink vulva.

If I still understood at this point, I would be a pig.

I quickly stripped myself naked, being careful not to make a sound.

Just as the wife was immersed in the strange stimulation, she suddenly felt the Simmons mattress beside her buttocks collapse. She opened her eyes in surprise, and before she could even see who it was, she felt a strong hand grasp her leg, which was being quietly lifted. A familiar, round head rubbed against her slippery vaginal opening a few times before entering.

"Ah—!" she cried out in fright, only to see that it was her husband inside her. "Husband, how did you get in? Get out, oh dear!" she cried out in panic, trying to break free, but Anjing held her down firmly.

"Anjing, what are you doing? Are you crazy!" "Little woman, you promised to make it up to me on the way here. You'll have to pay the price for ruining my plans." Anjing grinned wickedly. "

How can you make it up like this? Are you crazy, ha—" To quickly subdue her, I paused for a few seconds after entering, then almost completely withdrew my penis, leaving only the glans inside, before thrusting it in hard again. The wife shuddered from the impact. After several thrusts, she became incoherent, groaning with a furrowed brow.

Seeing that his wife's struggles had weakened considerably, Anjing stopped pressing down on her and instead half-crouched down, continuously kissing her still-erect nipples, gently stroking them with his lips. His wife hummed softly, and soon more fluid was brought out by his rhythmic thrusting. He lifted his wife's legs, held them in his arms, and sat on her kneeling feet. His penis moved in and out of his wife's vagina. From my angle, her slightly open vaginal opening looked just like a beautiful vulva. The tender flesh that was usually hidden deep inside was also turned up and brought out with my continuous thrusting, along with the crystal-clear mucus. I squatted between Qini's legs, her legs raised high and spread apart, swaying back and forth with my powerful thrusting. My wife kept her eyes closed, afraid to look at me, and even more afraid to look at Anjing. Perhaps this debauchery had stunned her, or perhaps she didn't know how to face it. Her husband was thrusting into her so hard, and there was another naked woman lying next to her. This feeling was driving her almost crazy, but it seemed that this absurdity also gave her a kind of unprecedented stimulation, because she became aroused very quickly, especially when I gently rubbed her clitoris with my right thumb as I thrust in and out. She quickly started panting heavily. Later, it wasn't me supporting my wife's legs anymore; instead, my wife hugged her knees, exposing her vagina as much as possible so that I could penetrate deeper.

My wife was in the throes of passion when she suddenly felt a small fleshy nipple rubbing against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw that Anjing, unable to bear the stimulation from us, had also come over and brought her breasts to her face. My wife didn't say anything, but instead opened her mouth and took Anjing's nipple into her mouth.

"Mmm—!" Anjing let out a soft moan, her voice different from her wife's. Her wife's moans were muffled and suppressed, while Anjing's were completely unrestrained, like the lewd cries we often see in adult films.

This scene aroused me immensely. I thrust hard and rapidly, and my wife slumped to the side, powerless from the blows. Anjing's nipple slipped out of her mouth, but she didn't give up. She raised her head slightly and teased Anjing's nipple with her delicate tongue, while Anjing moaned lewdly. I excitedly thrust in and out of my wife's slippery vagina, feeling as if I were filled with boundless power, incredibly strong and determined. After a series of rapid, powerful frictions, I would suddenly use all my strength to thrust into the deepest part of her body, then pause there. Every time this happened, my wife would grab my thighs tightly, seemingly wanting me to go in a little more, moaning, "Don't move, don't move, mmm, so good." Once, due to excessive force, my penis suddenly flung out from the very slippery point of our union. My wife let out a cry, and just as I was about to reposition myself, Anjing grabbed it with one hand. She didn't seem to care about the obvious moisture left on it and took it all in at once.

"Holy crap." I took a deep breath. This vixen almost made me ejaculate instantly. I tilted my head back, enduring the teasing of a flexible, soft flesh on my glans. Several times, I was licked so hard that I quickly pulled back my stomach, barely suppressing the urge to ejaculate. "So good!" I exclaimed ecstatically, but then I suddenly remembered that my wife was still there. I looked down and saw my wife looking at me with a complicated expression. After a few seconds, she looked down at my crotch. There, a meticulous woman was holding her husband's penis, which should belong only to her, with her mouth, as if she were savoring a delicious lollipop. Her head was raised and lowered, her mouth was stuffed full, and a little stickier than saliva would seep out from the lips that were covering her husband's penis. She knew that it was the lubricating fluid secreted by her husband's glans from stimulation mixed with her quiet saliva. Anjing seemed to love my penis so much that she couldn't bear to let it leave her mouth. Seeing the look in my wife's eyes, I gradually forgot about the stimulation of my glans. During this process, my wife's expression changed several times, from some annoyance to curiosity, then a little shy, until finally she seemed to have made up her mind.

She slowly crawled out from between my legs and squatted down between them, watching Anjing give me oral sex for a while before finally taking a deep breath.

"What the hell is this rhythm?" My heart pounded wildly. As my glans was embraced by a nimble mouth, my scrotum was suddenly gently touched. It was soft and wet, seemingly timid and shy. It only touched me briefly before quickly moving away. A few seconds later, it came again, this time touching me for a longer time. I was sure it was Qini's soft tongue, licking my scrotum. After several rounds, she seemed to get used to it and began to try to sweep the folds of skin on the outside of my scrotum with the tip of her tongue. Gradually, this sweeping turned into a licking with a hint of lust. At one point, I even suspected that she was competing with Anjing out of spite. Damn, I really enjoyed this competition: a lover who wasn't my lover was swallowing and spitting out my penis, and below that, my wife was licking my scrotum, occasionally taking one of my testicles into her mouth and gently rubbing it with her upper and lower lips.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed Anjing down onto the bed and, without regard for my wife's presence, thrust into her hard. Her vagina was noticeably looser than my wife's; I guessed her foreign husband's penis was enormous. I couldn't understand why I was even thinking about this at a time like this. After only a few strokes, Anjing sat up, forcefully pushing me back down onto the bed. She straddled my legs and slid down smoothly and effortlessly. Anjing placed her hands on my legs, leaning back to make our bodies more tightly joined, her hips moving rhythmically: "Ah, so good, I love it. I love it so much, ah..." Noticing my wife, who was participating in a threesome for the first time, seemed a little lost, classic scenes from adult films flashed through my mind. I pulled my wife closer, grabbed her buttocks, and moved her above my head. Before she could even process what was happening, I pressed her thighs down with both hands, and she sat loosely on my head. I could feel the heat between her legs, and as her pink vulva slowly enlarged before my eyes, before I could even properly admire the sight, I stuck out my tongue.

"Ah—!" My wife clearly hadn't expected this kind of play. She almost fell over from my licking, but my arms held her legs firmly in place. My tongue, honed through countless hours of practice, deftly parted her already excitedly open labia, revealing the tender pink flesh inside. A rapid series of licks sent shivers down her spine.

"Ah, husband, no, no," she gasped, "I'll break you." But this only elicited an even faster licking, leaving her so numb she could barely control herself, almost sitting on my head. Sensing I was getting tired and my tongue slowed, she instinctively moved as if sitting between my legs, her lower body carefully and slowly rubbing against my mouth. A few drops of glistening fluid flowed from her inner thighs, into my mouth, wetting my nose and getting all over my face.

Anjing was also stimulated by this situation, her hips thrusting more powerfully. No wonder she was a woman who often slept with foreigners; she possessed a wildness unlike Qini's. She had gone from lying on her back to lying on her stomach against me. I could feel her upper body barely moving, yet her lower body was rapidly twisting, making slapping sounds at our point of contact. She cried out wantonly, each time I sensed she was about to reach her limit, but the speed of her hip movements remained unaffected. This also ignited my fighting spirit. During one of her adjustments, I suddenly thrust my hips upwards, taking advantage of the bed's elasticity to launch my attack. A few quick rounds of thrusting had her completely defeated, almost collapsing onto me. Of course, my wife had already gone limp to the side earlier. Seeing Anjing finally defeated, tonight I felt as if I had taken Viagra, my fighting spirit soaring. I put Anjing aside, helped my wife up, and laid her on all fours on the bed, using my wife's favorite and most irresistible position: rear entry. As soon as I entered, my wife almost cried out in excitement. Then, Anjing crawled over and, in the same position, climbed onto my wife's back.

"Holy crap, is this the legendary human pyramid?" I wanted to howl with excitement. In the dim light, two mounds of white flesh were stacked together. My wife's skin appeared even whiter in comparison. Their two half-open vulvas were placed before me, like two hungry mouths, eagerly awaiting their meal. Was I even a man waiting at a time like this? I let out a blissful howl and pounced…

That night, the three of us went crazy. I enjoyed the bliss of having two wives, ejaculating once inside my wife and once inside Anjing, and receiving oral sex from Anjing once. My wife, in her lewdness, completely let loose. Later, when I entered her from behind, she even actively licked Anjing's vulva, which I had just ejaculated on. Until the three of us were exhausted and collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The next day at noon, I woke up from a deep sleep. Anjing had already left, and Qini came out of the kitchen. When they saw me, they were both a little embarrassed, and neither of them dared to bring up the matter. For a while afterward, I wondered if I had just had a dream that felt too real, and that nothing had actually happened in reality. After this rather muddled threesome, we remained silent for a long time. I didn't even know whether to take it further or stop there. Occasionally, I tried to probe her, but she avoided answering. The most direct time she gave me a look and said, "You've already gone through that, what else do you want?" It made me realize the profoundness of Chinese culture.

The turning point was also accidental. Although I was a civil servant, I also served as the head of a wholly state-owned government company. I was in Shanghai to work on a cooperative project. Because it was still a wholly-owned subsidiary, to showcase the company's strength, I booked a suite with a large executive desk and several smaller rooms at the Ruijin InterContinental Hotel. However, things didn't go smoothly, and I ended up staying for over a month. One day, I was working on documents in my room when there was a knock at the door. Because I needed to contact people for business at any time, I didn't lock the door.

"Come in." I didn't look up, assuming it was one of the salespeople beside me, until she walked to the executive desk. I sniffed the air—a familiar scent. I looked up and almost shouted with surprise, "Wife! What brings you here!" I quickly stood up, went over, and hugged her tightly, giving her a long, passionate kiss until we were both almost breathless.

"You've forgotten all about home," my wife said playfully.

"No way, the project isn't going well, I've been waiting, I'm so anxious." "Really?" My wife moved behind my executive desk. "I came to see what our boss is up to." She flicked the mouse, and the computer, now on screensaver, prompted for a password. My wife skillfully entered seven numbers and logged in smoothly. She knew my favorite passwords inside and out.

"So busy. Tsk tsk." My wife exclaimed, scrolling through the webpage of our couples' website that I had opened. "Busy masturbating?" "Just occasionally, just occasionally." A few black lines appeared on my forehead. "When you first came in, didn't you see I was working on some documents?" "Continue." My wife browsed the webpage I had opened.

"Hehe." I shamelessly squeezed next to her. "Move over, I haven't finished working on the documents yet." My wife snorted, slightly raising herself to let me sit down, but instead plopped down on my lap.

"Honey, what brings you here?" "Is it a problem?" "No, no, I'm overjoyed." "Hmph! We're here for a short training course." "How long are you staying?" "A week." "Yay—!" I cheered, earning her a glare.

"These wives aren't all that great, and you're still looking at them with such enthusiasm." "Of course, who can compare to you? You're a devil! Women are all smitten, let alone men. I bet they'd die for you." I flattered her. "

Sycophant." She clicked on a few more links, then pouted. "They're really not that great, and these men's pictures are terrible." "That's true. How about we take some pictures too? Let them drool." "You're a pervert, letting a bunch of stinky men see your wife naked." "Wrong! It's a whole bunch of men. Not completely naked, but half-naked. Half-naked is enough to make them bleed from the nose, if she were completely naked, wouldn't they bleed from their semen? One should have some compassion." "You're so glib." Qini slapped me, then paused for a few seconds. "Are you sure you can handle this?" "You actually asked a man, your husband, if he can handle this? I challenge you to a duel!" As I spoke, I leaned back as much as possible, sizing up Qini sitting on my lap. Qini's figure is similar to that of Westerners: large breasts, small waist, and large hips. Today, she wore a light blue skirt and a white pleated blouse. Sitting on my lap, as she leaned forward, the blouse pulled up, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin and showcasing her two beautifully symmetrical waistlines. Further down, her hips naturally supported her, creating a near-perfect peach-shaped curve in the skirt, which immediately aroused me.

I pretended to lean closer to look, but instead, I placed my hand on her warm, jade-like abdomen beneath the slightly upturned hem of her blouse. My right hand moved upwards from under her blouse towards her chest, but was blocked by the blouse beneath her bra. I tried to apply a little force, but I could clearly feel the taut blouse straining under its weight, threatening to tear. I had no choice but to give up and reach out to unbutton Qini's blouse. When I unbuttoned the third button, the collar of the blouse seemed to burst open as if it had been restrained for too long, and the whole garment suddenly became much looser. I slipped my hand inside her blouse. We'd been married for almost ten years and had a child, but her large, white breasts showed no sign of sagging. They felt heavy in my hand, swaying gently with every shake.

"Stop it." My wife slapped me as my fingers slipped under the edge of her bra, pinching her pink nipple between them.

"Honey, we haven't done it in ages." "You just remembered?" Qini rolled her eyes at me. I took the opportunity to bite her earlobe, her sensitive spot, and she seemed to relax immediately, leaning against me. I swirled my tongue around her earlobe, then withdrew my right hand from her chest and slipped it under her blouse again. This time, I easily reached the bottom, my middle finger slipping under the bra and stroking upwards. Since there was no need for bra straps or padding, the thin layer of skin was easily brushed over the high mounds, and a pair of delicate, full breasts instantly jumped into my palm. We've been married for almost ten years, yet I still linger here. I tried to cup both breasts in my hands, but found it impossible. So I focused on one side, my nimble index finger quickly teasing one nipple while the other was pressed against my wrist. As the two sexy protrusions became firmer, I took turns holding both breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Those full breasts, like two white dough balls, changed shape constantly in my hands.

My wife moaned softly, leaning her head back on my shoulder and kissing me. The moment our lips met, her tongue slipped into my mouth, swirling and swallowing several times before becoming entangled. At this moment, my wife arched her upper body upwards as much as possible, making her breasts even more prominent. My large hands roamed between her full breasts, which she couldn't quite control. My left hand had somehow slipped under her skirt from her abdomen, reaching her bottom, my middle finger fiddling in the groove between her legs. In just a moment, I could feel a warm dampness seeping through her silky panties between her legs. Then my fingers started to feel sticky, and soon, like a small dam bursting, the thin fabric could no longer contain the gushing moisture. The stickiness on my fingertips gradually became slippery, and occasionally, when I slowly touched them, I could even pull out small strands.

"So fast," I whispered in my wife's ear, "Truly, 30 is like a wolf, 40 is like a tiger." "I don't have that," my wife murmured, her eyes glazed over, her charming voice seeming to tickle my heart.

"Still not admitting it?" I grinned mischievously and took my hand out from between her legs, showing her the glistening, transparent wetness.

"I didn't see it," my wife argued. Before I could speak, she had already put my finger in her mouth. Human fingers are the most sensitive to touch. I could clearly feel my fingertips being held by two warm, moist objects, something incredibly smooth and soft enveloping them, rolling and teasing. That silky, tingling sensation traveled at lightning speed to my crotch, maximizing the sensation.

"That's my saliva," my wife said as my hand was released. She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with a dazed and mischievous gaze.

I gestured for my wife to turn around and straddle me, burying her head between her full breasts. I took a deep breath and said to her breasts, "Come on, suffocate me with your breasts." "You bad boy," my wife giggled and playfully hit me, but didn't refuse. She grasped her breasts with both hands (of course, her small hands could only hold the base), and brought her nipples to my mouth, letting me suckle. A muffled groan escaped her lips; she seemed unable to bear the stimulation and tried to sit up, but the nipples being suckled made her even weaker, and she leaned back against me, as if she were about to collapse. Helpless, she could only use one hand to hold onto the side of my head, barely supporting herself, while the other hand held her breast and brought it to my mouth. She looked down intently at my suckling, as if nursing her own child, her dark hair falling across my face.

I released her nipple, lifted my head, and placed my hands on her breasts: "Wife, I love you." "Husband, I love you too." Qini looked at me affectionately, then leaned down and kissed me. Like a match thrown into a hot oil pan, our passion ignited, and we kissed passionately and intensely, our tongues entwined. After lingering on my lips for a while, she slid off me without hesitation, squatted between my legs, and quickly and firmly unbuckled my belt.

"Knock knock knock!" A knock suddenly came from outside the door.

Chapter Seven

"Fuck your mother." I cursed under my breath. My wife was obviously startled and stopped.

"Knock knock knock!" The person outside knocked again.

My wife, whose bra was half-draped over her breasts, didn't have time to straighten her clothes. I had a sudden idea and pointed to the space under my desk. She immediately understood and nodded. There was enough space under my executive desk for two people to squat down. To be on the safe side, I also pulled out the keyboard drawer of the executive desk and held it in front of my chest.

"Come in!" I said loudly.

The door opened, and a handsome man in a suit, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, walked in.

"Xiao Liu, what's up?" It was Liu Yuning, the company's finance manager, and the hotel's front desk manager.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mo, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's an account that needs your signature." He said as he walked over, carrying a stack of files.

"These are last month's and this month's bills. You need to review them and sign them. This is the restaurant's bill, which also needs your signature. It's a total of 38,000." As he spoke, Xiao Liu noticed my brow furrow slightly. "It is indeed a bit much, mainly because we've had more guests at the restaurant this month."

He assumed it was because I thought the accounts were too large and explained.

Are you kidding me? Do you think I wouldn't know how many people I hired, what I bought, and how much I spent? My brow furrowed because that vixen, Qini, didn't stop because of the presence of outsiders. After a brief pause, she continued to unzip my pants, releasing a menacing-looking thing.

She playfully breathed on the top of it a few times, and my legs jerked, then suddenly stiffened, and I took a deep breath. Even the most ferocious beast cannot resist the smooth, warm embrace of a gentle haven—it was trapped in Qini's mouth.

Qini held my long penis in her mouth, licking it like a greedy child eating a lollipop, occasionally turning it sideways and sucking it from side to side. Through my bright red penis, Qini looked at me affectionately and playfully as she ate, sometimes leaning down to lift my penis, revealing my scrotum covered in wrinkles, and gently sucking on my testicles, making me grimace and my legs tremble uncontrollably.

Gradually, my wife's eyes began to glaze over, seemingly forgetting that a handsome young man was still standing outside the executive desk. Her lips, without leaving my body, moved upwards, finally taking my glans into her mouth.

"Hiss—!" I shuddered.

"Mr. Mo, you can take a good look at these documents. They are all verifiable. You are our major client, and we have been cooperating for so many years. Our company would never lie to you about this," the hotel front desk manager quickly explained.

"I know, you fucking idiot, why don't you just die?" I cursed inwardly, enduring the alluring licking of my glans while trying to remain calm. I pretended to review the bills, the tingling sensation between my legs, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes tight, sometimes hot, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking, almost making me lose control of my trembling.

"This... um... hiss... I looked at it... damn... I'm sorry... ah! There shouldn't be any problems, damn it..."

I was already somewhat incoherent. I could feel my wife's wicked smile under the table. Her head was bobbing up and down rapidly, and she was using both hands to help, touching my balls and masturbating, making me feel like I was about to lose control several times.

"Snoring." A sound suddenly came from downstairs, as if someone was trying to speak while their mouth was full of water. It startled me, and my wife quickly stopped too. We were both a little aroused.

The two people standing at the desk obviously heard it. They glanced at each other with some confusion, then fell silent.

I quickly glanced at the bill to make sure everything was alright, and signed my name. Watching Xiao Liu push the door open and leave, I hurriedly went over and locked the door. "You're in trouble, you're in big trouble!" I said, feigning exasperation.

"Isn't it exciting?" My wife's soft voice came from behind me.

"Exciting? Exciting is..."

I turned around and was dumbfounded: my wife was already leaning over my desk, her short skirt lifted to her waist, her panties nowhere to be seen, revealing her white, peach-like buttocks, which were gently swaying in front of me. The pink slit between her legs was faintly visible, shimmering in the dim light of the room. I could clearly see a drop of nectar hanging on the edge of the slit, so delicate and tempting.

"Mr. Mo, I know I was wrong. Why don't you punish me? I just wanted to make things more exciting for you, um..."

My wife's words were suddenly interrupted by her own groan, because at that moment, I pounced on her, almost without aiming or testing, sliding directly into the bottom of her honeyed passage...

That afternoon, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, in the suite, I seemed tireless in my thrusting, my wife moaning and lingering beneath me. Later, I even pulled her to the floor-to-ceiling window, where, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, we faced the Bund and the Oriental Pearl Tower across the water, fiercely pounding into each other.

Although the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel suite wasn't very wide because it was an old villa, if anyone on the lawn downstairs were to look up at that moment, they would surely be able to see an almost devilishly perfect naked woman pressed against the window, her breasts deformed by the glass, her buttocks arched back to meet the thrusts of the man behind her.

The sounds of thrusting filled the room, accompanied by the woman's moans, a scene of unparalleled beauty...

When I finally ejaculated on my wife's buttocks, it was already 6 PM. Exhausted, I pulled my wife, who was also limp from the thrusting, and we collapsed onto the chaise lounge by the window.

"Get up and go eat, or your men will come calling you again." Qini looked at me with seductive eyes.

"So good, I don't want to move." I held her, my hands wandering over her full breasts.

"Stop." She pushed my hands away, stood up, but stumbled and almost sat down again. I quickly steadied her.

She glared at me, walked naked to the desk, picked up the small silk panties, and put them on. "Hurry up, I want to see the Bund's night view after dinner, it's getting late."

"Yes, ma'am!" I jumped up, my manhood tumbling out.

"Pfft!" Qini giggled. "You naughty thing."

She walked over wearing only her underwear and grabbed the slippery, long thing. "

You naughty thing, are you behaving now?" "Don't mess with me." I gritted my teeth.

Qini giggled and ran away.

I shook my head helplessly, went to the computer, and shut it down.

I called Xiao Liu in the finance department to say I was going out and didn't need to wait for me for dinner. My wife and I sneaked out of the hotel.

That night was the first time we had a child without him around, a time of relaxation and joy. We went to the Bund, strolled around Xintiandi, drank coffee, and watched a movie until 1 a.m., when I reluctantly took my wife back to her place.

For the next week, we barely saw each other. I was busy, and she was busy too. She finished her studies and came to visit me a day early, taking another day off.

Of course, I understood why she took an extra day off, but I was under too much pressure and too tired. That afternoon when she came, I finished very quickly, which really displeased her.

I chuckled, making an excuse that someone might come at any moment, but my wife rolled her eyes at me: "That quiet night, you were so energetic. It's true, other people's wives are always the most attractive."

Looking at her flushed face, still somewhat unsatisfied, a sudden thought struck me.

"It's okay, we can just go out and have some fun," I said.

"You dare!"

"I meant I'd take you out. You've never been to a bar in Shanghai before. Come on, let's transform into sexy goddesses and check out the bars of Shanghai, to experience the glitz and glamour of the city."

"Boring," my wife said lazily.

"Oh? A chance encounter?" I pretended to be lecherous.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I won't stop you from having a romantic encounter," my wife pushed me.

"Both men and women."

"Tch," she scoffed.

"Aren't you still hungry? Let's go for a late-night snack," I whispered in her ear.

The rich implications of those words seemed to make my wife realize something; her face flushed slightly, and her expression became shy.

"What late-night snack? I'm not hungry."

"It's just a late-night treat. Come on, honey, I'll take you to see it."

"You go there often?"

She looked at me suspiciously, but wasn't too opposed anymore, and stood up as I suggested.

"Xiao Liu and his friends go often, I don't have time, besides, it's better to keep the good stuff in the family."

"I don't believe you."

In the end, my wife didn't agree to go to the bar, but dragged me into an activity that was practically torture for a man—shopping with her.

Shopping, shopping, shopping, and by the time I returned to the hotel carrying bags and bags of stuff, five hours had passed, and I felt almost completely exhausted.

"Ugh, so tired." As soon as we entered the room, my wife collapsed onto the bed. "I don't want to move." "

You're complaining about being tired? I carried all the stuff."

"I didn't eat enough this afternoon, so of course I'm tired."

My wife glanced at me, and the flirtatious look in her eyes made my heart skip a beat, but I didn't dare to reply—I really was too tired.

"I'm going to take a shower." I sheepishly ran into the bathroom.

"Hmph. Not a man."

My wife's disdainful voice came from behind, making me break out in a cold sweat.

I dawdled for over 20 minutes before coming out to find my wife still lying on the bed. "Hey, hey, don't fall asleep, go take a shower."

"No, let me rest for a bit." My wife said lazily.

Seeing her languid appearance, I sighed, sat down beside her, and started massaging her shoulders. "Look at you shopping on the street, like you're on steroids, now you know you're tired."

"Over here, over here. I'm really tired." My wife pointed to her back. "Ouch, you're massaging me so hard, it's not professional at all."

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head, an idea that I had vaguely considered but never actually put into practice. I leaned close

to her ear and whispered, "How about we find a professional?" My breath tickled her ear, and she giggled and pulled away, but didn't hear what I said clearly. "What?"

"I said, find a professional masseuse to massage you." This time I spoke loudly.

"Going out now? It's too late."

"Who said going out? There are home services."

"Ah!" She was surprised.

"What 'ah'? This is Shanghai, an international metropolis. We have everything. One phone call and we can provide any service."

"It's not prostitution, is it?" My wife was still surprised.

"You're full of dirty thoughts." I pretended to be serious. "Everyone else is a professional spa therapist, a professional massage therapist. What do you think?"

"Whatever." My wife got up and walked towards the bathroom, muttering as she went, "You can tell she often calls for home services." I was both amused and exasperated.

Watching her go into the bathroom, I quickly turned on the computer and started searching online. I soon had an idea.

Walking to the bathroom door, listening to the sound of running water, I deliberately asked in a low voice, "There are many. Do you want a male or female masseuse?"

"What? I can't hear you."

"I said, what kind of masseuse do you want?"

"Whatever, you decide." My wife replied impatiently.

"Then I've decided."

"Okay, okay, you're so long-winded."

I called the number listed online, and after a few words, I turned on my phone for a video call. It seemed pretty good, so I discussed the project with the other party and exchanged addresses.

Half an hour later, my wife quickly came out. I looked up and said, "Hey, why are you dressed so formally?"

"Why?" My wife looked down at her pajamas.

"The spa technician will be coming to apply essential oils later, and you'll have to do laundry."

"Then what should we do?"

"Don't wear anything underneath, just wrap yourself in the hotel pajamas, that's fine."

Thinking about it, she was right. My wife took off her pajamas and bra and changed into the hotel robe, but she absolutely refused to take off her underwear. We chatted casually.

"Where are you going for the treatment later?" my wife asked.

"What do you mean, where are you going?" I was watching TV, actually already quite aroused.

"The spa, there's only one bed here."

"Ah, I don't want to do it, I'm going to play on the computer in the living room, you do it."

"Okay."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" I jumped up.

"Is it really that dramatic?"

My wife rolled her eyes at me, then her expression became even more exaggerated because a man walked in, though he looked quite sunny and capable.

"Honey...husband, this...I...um..." My wife was almost incoherent.

"Relax, relax." I patted her shoulder. "It's just a spa treatment, why are you so nervous? Spasms are more effective when done by the opposite sex, don't worry!"

Then I turned to the male masseur and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, this is her first time having a spa treatment with the opposite sex."

"It's alright." The male masseur smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth, looking very sunny. "Please rest assured, ma'am, I've been doing professional spa treatments for six years, my skills are excellent, I'll definitely make you feel like a queen."

My wife was so nervous she didn't know where to stand, she looked like she was about to cry.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your husband is here, I'll be playing on the computer outside." I gently hugged her, comforting her.

The male technician was already skillfully getting things ready. First, he took a disposable sheet from his backpack and laid it on the bed. Then he took a plate from his suitcase and neatly arranged the bottles and jars from his backpack on the plate before going into the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Look at how professional he is with his preparations,"

my wife said, glancing up and giving a barely audible "hmm." The technician's orderly arrangement of his items and his seemingly professional preparations did reassure her somewhat.

Seeing that she was getting used to it, I prepared to go to the living room next door, but my wife stopped me: "I'm scared..."

"Okay, okay, I won't go. I'll just watch TV here, alright?"

I reassured her, sitting down on the sofa and turning on the TV.

Chapter Eight

At this moment, the male technician came out of the bathroom.

"Hello, madam, could you please take off your robe? You know there will be essential oils later."

My wife glanced at me, noticing I seemed engrossed in watching TV, and lowered her head to untie the robe's ties. Little did she know, I hadn't even noticed what was on TV; my eyes were glued to her.

She carefully pulled open the robe, first pulling one arm out from the sleeve, and before the robe was completely off, she wrapped it across her chest. She thought this would cover her private parts, but for a man, the sight of a mature woman holding her large breasts in her arms was even more arousing, because those breasts were practically overflowing, making them appear even larger.

"Madam, would you like to lie down?" the male masseur said gently.

I could see the admiration and the wolfish glint in his eyes. He must have been thinking: "I've struck gold!"

My wife obediently got into bed, remembering to push her breasts inward with her hands as she lay down. I chuckled to myself: "Isn't this just burying my head in the sand?" "They're so big, there's no room left if I push them any further. Even a slight tilt of my head and I can see those enormous breasts exuding an imposing aura from the side.

" "Madam, you have such a wonderful figure. In all my years as a masseuse, you have the most captivating figure. Your husband is truly blessed."

The male masseuse skillfully took out some essential oil and dripped it onto her back. From his perspective, he could see a radiant, half-naked mature woman lying before him. Although she had pushed her breasts inwards with her hands before lying down, the weight of her upper body still revealed the half-round shape. He swallowed hard.

When the male masseuse's hand touched his wife's back, she trembled violently.

"You and your husband must be very loving. Men who can afford to hire male masseurs for their wives' spa treatments are usually very devoted to their families."

The male masseur was clearly experienced, constantly talking to his wife, even though she didn't really respond. While it sounded a bit nagging, it gradually helped her relax.

I noticed his long, slender fingers, his nails trimmed to just the tips. His hands moved gently and gracefully across his wife's back, like performing Tai Chi on her back. Occasionally, he would extend three fingers from one hand, moving down her spine, and his wife would let out a soft, comfortable moan.

"How's my pressure right now? It won't hurt, will it? Actually, a little pain within your tolerance is most effective. If it's too strong, please remind me."

"Mmm!" his wife responded softly, the first time she had responded to the masseur.

At this moment, the masseur began massaging her back, his hands starting from the spine and rubbing outwards. Several times I saw his fingers touch the base of her partially exposed nipples, then quickly move away as if he hadn't noticed.

At first, my wife was noticeably tense, but after a few strokes, she seemed to realize that he wasn't doing it intentionally, or perhaps she knew he was just trying to reassure her. Anyway, she gradually relaxed.

At this point, the male masseur's hands began to move downwards, reaching her waist.

My wife's waist wasn't particularly thin, but against the backdrop of her large breasts and full hips, it appeared exceptionally slender and alluring, especially her two plump dimples, which highlighted the unique charm of a mature woman.

"Gulp." Although the television was playing in the room, I could still clearly hear the masseur swallow.

The male masseur quickly rubbed his hands together to warm them, then placed them on my wife's two dimples, lingering for a few seconds before quickly rubbing downwards. My wife let out another soft, comfortable moan.

Slowly, his hand moved towards her buttocks, first lifting her panties slightly. After a few attempts, he seemed a little uncomfortable: "Madam, could you please take off your panties? The essential oil might drip into your pants."

His wife didn't answer but subtly glanced at me; I had already turned my gaze to the television.

"You know, we spa therapists have professional ethics. We have our own rules about which areas we can and cannot touch. If you don't want us to, we absolutely won't do anything inappropriate. Actually, taking off your underwear is the only way to have a complete spa experience; only then can your body truly feel the natural massage of the essential oils." The male therapist continued to persuade her.

"Hmm."

If I hadn't been listening intently, I practically wouldn't have heard her agreement. However, the male masseur clearly heard him. He carefully and gently lifted the edge of his wife's panties with his fingers, applying a little pressure. His wife, understanding, gently lifted her buttocks, making it easier for him to remove them. First, he saw the deep cleft of her buttocks, then two naturally full, rounded buttocks. Unlike many women's wide but short buttocks, his wife's buttocks had almost perfect curves, like ripe peaches, juicy and waiting to be picked.

The moment the panties left his wife's buttocks, she nervously clamped her thighs together, clearly not wanting her most private parts to be so easily exposed to a strange man. Noticing his wife's nervous little movement, the male masseur smiled.

"Sister, may I call you sister?"

the male masseur suddenly changed his address, and his wife nodded.

The male masseur chuckled again: "Sister, your skin is so fair, and your hip line is especially beautiful, a classic peach-shaped butt. You don't usually wear t-backs,

do you?" "No, I don't."

"Actually, someone with a hip shape like yours definitely needs to wear t-backs. Wearing pants or a skirt will accentuate your hip line even more, and if you take off your pants or skirt, I think you'll be even more interested, hehe."

As he spoke, the masseur's hands rubbed back and forth on my wife's peach-shaped buttocks, which were dripping with essential oil. He even grabbed her buttocks and squeezed and released them forcefully. I could imagine that with these intentional or unintentional movements, the area that had been clenched earlier had already revealed her shyness.

I saw the masseur rub his hands together again to warm them, then place them on my wife's buttocks, his two thumbs fully extended, pressing against the bottom of her buttocks. If it weren't for the amount of flesh there, his thumbs would probably have reached directly to my wife's anus. His hands remained on her buttocks, but his two thumbs were rubbing up and down forcefully. Several times, his thumbs sank into my wife's buttock flesh.

After a while of rubbing, he would gently pry open her buttocks a little, then close them again, rub again, pry them open again, and so on. After several rounds, I noticed that my wife's tightly closed legs had somehow loosened, and her head was completely buried in her arms. I couldn't see her expression, and from my distance, I couldn't make out any details. My legs were incredibly hard. Finally, I decided not to sneak around anymore, so I stood up and walked to the bedside.

The male masseur looked up at me. I nodded to him, signaling him to continue. He smiled at me and continued. His hands moved more and more forcefully, squeezing inwards from both sides of my wife's buttocks, quickly releasing them just before reaching the middle, causing the flesh to ripple enticingly.

His hands continued downwards, along my wife's buttocks to her thighs, but still didn't touch her last spot, only lightly brushing her surface as his fingers slid down.

My wife let out a soft hum, but it was clearly different from the previous one. I noticed that when the male masseur's fingers slid down her inner thighs again and then came back up, there was a glistening sheen on his fingertips.

At some point, the masseur stopped talking, focusing entirely on my wife. The only sounds in the room were the laughter from the variety show on TV and my wife's faint moans.

"Sister, since I'm going to be sitting on you, I need to take off my pants so I don't get them dirty, okay?" the masseur whispered in my wife's ear.

"Mmm," I saw my wife's ears turn red.

The masseur quickly took off his pants, and of course his shirt, revealing his toned upper body. His trousers were already bulging high, a huge bulge that surprised me. Then he straddled my wife, half-sitting down near her buttocks, a position that perfectly positioned his bulge between her buttocks.

The wife clearly felt his size and heat; her body tensed, and she tried to pull away, but the male masseur positioned himself perfectly, his upper body pressed against her naked back, his hands tightly gripping her arms. "

Will this allow him to penetrate me directly?" I wondered.

After a few seconds, the masseur slowly rose, his hands moving up her arms to her shoulders, seemingly massaging her back and shoulders again. But now, a large, hot object pressed against her buttocks, moving with his movements.

I slowly moved behind them; from this angle, I could clearly see that another bulge from the masseur's underwear was actually touching between the wife's legs. Her legs were slightly parted, and a small drop of nectar seeped from between her slightly parted pink labia, flowing over her increasingly hot area and then hanging on the sparse pubic hair at the entrance. The scene was indescribably lewd. Another

ten minutes or so passed like this.

"Can you turn over, sister?" the male masseur asked softly.

This time, the wife didn't answer, but judging from the masseur's strength, it was easy for him to turn her over. Completely naked, the wife was now laid bare before a strange man. Her face flushed, she dared not open her eyes, and bit her lip as those rough hands caressed her large breasts.

"Sister, you're perfect. I've never seen a woman as perfect as you. Any man would be captivated by you,"

the male masseur exclaimed, his hands moving without wavering. His hands gently massaged his wife's breasts, then he used his index finger to press against her nipple while his other fingers danced lightly across her breasts, like playing the piano.

"I'm completely intoxicated," the masseur continued, praising his wife. Then he leaned down and gently kissed her breast.

"Mmm—!" His wife's voice rose in arousal, her chest arching high before lowering, letting out soft moans, neither opening her eyes nor struggling.

He took the pink nipple into his mouth, his hand moving downwards without hesitation, directly into her vagina. Almost instantly, I heard the sound of his fingers touching wetness; it was clearly already wet.

His hand slowly covered his wife's genitals, completely covering them and gently kneading, like a guardian angel.

After a while, his fingers began to probe in and out of the crevice, like a probing tool. Suddenly, he found his wife's most sensitive clitoris and gently touched it. In that instant, she let out a soft "Mmm!", like a small boat that had been drifting on a gentle sea suddenly struck by lightning...

His wife was already wet. His touch awakened all the muscles in her body, and she couldn't control herself. She arched her abdomen, but he remained gentle, unhurried, and unconcerned, leaving her helpless except to tightly grip the sheets. She tried to suppress a sound, but her body was helpless, writhing and twisting, but her body was downward, and instinctively she could only raise her hips to meet his.

"Ah!" His wife actually cried.

But the sizzling sound coming from between her legs told me that it wasn't pain. He lay completely on top of his wife, gently stroking her breasts, occasionally lightly touching her nipples. Each time he touched her nipples, his wife's whole body trembled.

"Sister, do you want the full service?" the male masseur asked, his tongue trembling as he bit her earlobe.

"No, no," the wife trembled, still retaining a sliver of her virility.

"Don't you like it?" the masseur continued, teasing her.

She shook her head with difficulty.

"Then let's do the full service." She shook her head again.

"Do you know you can drive a man crazy? Look, if he doesn't go crazy soon, it'll break down."

The masseur murmured in her ear, guiding her hand to his crotch.

The wife grasped his large penis. But she still stubbornly shook her head, refusing to let go. The masseur reluctantly pulled down his pants, and a hot, large penis sprang into her hand.

"Do you like it? Is it big?"

the wife shook her head weakly, her hand still holding the stranger's large penis, even gently rubbing it, feeling the man's caresses, yet still holding firm.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I hastily pulled down my pants, got onto the bed, and gestured to the male masseur. He immediately understood and moved aside, his large penis slipping from my wife's hand. My wife opened her eyes in surprise and saw me with my lower body erect.

"Husband, ah…!" She only had time to call out "husband" before I forcefully thrust into her, completely interrupting her.

The male masseur watched my penetration, his hands not stopping. He bent down and covered my wife's left breast with his mouth, sucking on the nipple and licking the areola in circles with his tongue. My wife's two nipples hardened right before my eyes.

"This must be what they call a threesome!"

I thought to myself as I thrust in and out of my wife's soaking wet body. The mud there was unlike anything I'd ever seen before; it was overflowing. With each thrust, I could feel a sticky, tugging sensation. Looking down, I could clearly see that as I moved in and out, long, sticky strands were being pulled out between my wife's vulva and my scrotum, making my scrotum feel constantly wet and cool. This made me crave deeper penetration. I gently patted my wife, and she understood, getting up and lying on all fours with her wet, peach-shaped buttocks facing me.

I didn't need to probe at all; I just roughly aligned my glans, and as if guided, it went in along the vaginal canal. I knew that rear entry was my wife's favorite position, and the one where she was most likely to reach orgasm. Sure enough, not long after, my wife started moaning and groaning, and when excited, she couldn't help but whisper, "Honey, it feels so good."

Then the situation changed; the masseur was watching my wife and me make love, watching my hot, red penis thrust into her vagina. This was a different feeling altogether—the feeling of being watched by a stranger. This feeling made me even more impulsive, and I thrust in quickly and mercilessly, then pulled out just as quickly.

The male masseur slowly moved to face my wife, gently stroking her head and touching it softly. He seemed so gentle, but the bulging veins on his extremely swollen penis looked so menacing.

My wife tried her best to stick her buttocks out, welcoming my thrusts. Occasionally, she would look up and see the male masseur's menacing expression, then quickly look down again.

The male masseur began caressing her breasts, kissing her earlobe, and murmuring praises of her chest…

This made the devil in my heart even more wicked: “Wife, eat his, eat his.”

Encouraged by me, the male masseur boldly brought his penis closer; it was really long, almost reaching my wife’s mouth with minimal effort, and then naturally slid into her slightly open mouth.

This was the first time I had seen my wife give oral sex to someone else, and the stimulation almost made me ejaculate. I quickly and forcefully thrust my large penis deep inside my wife, stopped, took a deep breath, and relaxed, but looking around, my wife hadn’t stopped her oral sex because of my pause; her head was rising and falling in front of me, occasionally making “purring” sounds.

The lust that had just subsided instantly reignited and quickly reached its peak—I couldn’t control myself and ejaculated inside my wife.

My wife turned over, giving me a reproachful look. I smiled brightly and half-lay down beside her, her hand still holding the thick penis of the strange man in front of her.

I nestled close to my wife, my hands caressing her body. "Tonight you're the queen. Just enjoy yourself and don't worry about me."

My wife glanced at me again, then turned her head away. The male masseur, still kneeling there, stood proudly erect. Facing his engorged, gleaming glans, my wife involuntarily took it into her mouth again. His penis was indeed quite large; she could only take it in by holding the base. She gripped this "root of life" in her mouth, thrusting in and out repeatedly, pressing her tongue against the glans and sliding her lips tightly towards the base, while stroking his testicles. The flames of desire that had just died down reignited in my eyes. The pressure of my caresses noticeably changed; she took it in more vigorously, stuffing the entire thing into her mouth, pulling it out, then putting it back in. The masseur gasped, sighing and groaning.

"Do you like him?" I whispered in my wife's ear.

My wife, with her mouth full, couldn't answer, yet unwilling to spit it out, so she could only nod as she continued to suck.

“Then let’s take him down.” I felt like the serpent tempting Adam.

My wife shook her head again; psychologically, she still couldn’t accept a stranger’s genitals being connected to her body. However, she was swallowing and releasing his penis faster and faster, and was rapidly stroking the base with her hand.

“Sister, sister, it feels so good,” the male masseur groaned.

The wife ignored him, simply gripping his penis tightly and thrusting it rapidly in and out of her mouth. He pushed the large penis even faster into her mouth, and she wouldn't let go, holding it with her hand and mouth. After a while, the male masseur finally couldn't hold back and cried out, "Ah, so good, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

Just as he was about to ejaculate, the wife spat out his penis, grabbed it with her hand, and began to masturbate rapidly. A stream of white fluid gushed from her palm. Although she had spat it out beforehand, the powerful spurt still managed to get some onto her face and the corners of her mouth, causing her to gag—she had never performed oral sex before.

After the male masseur left, we went again, still feeling unsatisfied. But this time, neither my wife nor I felt the same arousal as before. In fact, I could feel my wife's vagina starting to dry out. In the end, we finished hastily, feeling rather unsatisfied.

[The End]

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