Wife-cuckolding life - Lock code platform style

Cuckolding Life - Locked Code Platform Romance

Six months later, everything returned to normal, and I returned home. I happened to be away on a business trip during that time, managing to balance work and personal life. I managed to stay safe and sound, and the resentment I felt towards my wife, A-Jing, had long since vanished. What I was really after was my long-suppressed sexual desire for her; I'd been yearning to have sex with her for over six months. What man in the world could resist that?
We lived on the fourth floor, and my wife lived alone in a three-bedroom apartment with modern furniture, indicating that our life was relatively comfortable. Although we had suffered a huge expense six months ago, I had still been sending her a considerable amount of money in the past six months because her salary was too low. Besides, I also provided her with everything a woman could need… It
was already dark when I got home. I saw a faint light coming from the living room downstairs, knowing my wife was home. I was very excited and wanted to pounce on her and have my way with her.
I wanted to surprise my wife, so instead of ringing the doorbell, I quietly unlocked the security door with my key, then silently opened the inner door and peeked through the crack. My wife, A-Jing, wasn't there. Sigh...? She's not in the living room. She must be... Full of suspicion, I tiptoed into the living room. But I looked around and couldn't find her. All the doors were open; no one was home. Where could she have gone? I checked the clock; it was almost 11 PM. So late! Where could she have gone? Back to her parents' house? Maybe she was worried about thieves, so she left a small light on, I thought. Oh well, I won't call her. I'm tired, so I went to bed early.
The next morning, after getting up, I called my mother-in-law's house first. I asked if A-Jing was there. She replied that she hadn't been there last night. "What?!" I was stunned. After hanging up the phone, I racked my brains but couldn't come up with a solution, so I went out shopping. I had a quick lunch at a bar and didn't return home until evening, but my wife still hadn't come back. I had no choice but to take out the remote and check out an adult channel to satisfy myself; I couldn't rely on my wife for the time being. I turned it on, and a movie called "The Passionate Tale of a Young Woman" was about to start. Wow, that's exciting! I'll watch it and have my fill.
Although it's an adult channel, it often shows videos secretly filmed in hotels, with close-ups, extreme close-ups, and sound effects, because the hidden cameras are remote-controlled—it's so cool! A scene of a hotel room appeared on the screen. Then the door opened, and a man and a woman entered. As soon as the door closed, they started kissing and undressing each other. I watched until my little brother was rock hard. Because it was secretly filmed, I couldn't see their faces clearly, but the actions were very clear. I could only hear the "smacking" of their kisses, their panting, and the "rustling" of their clothes being undressed.
Soon, the two were naked. The woman had a shapely figure, with curves in all the right places and incredibly slender curves. She had long, white, beautiful legs, was about 1.65 meters tall, slightly plump, and looked to be in her early thirties. Her breasts were large and white, particularly alluring. The man was about 1.73 meters tall, probably in his fifties, rugged and strong. He practically lifted the woman up to kiss her... But the woman didn't hesitate. With a soft moan, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and with a kick, her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist. What a passionate couple, what an epic love story! "What a wonderful sight..." I thought excitedly, while stroking my own penis.
Then, a 3D image appeared on the screen. It seemed as if the camera was circling around them, but in reality, it was a compilation of footage from several cameras in the room. One moment I saw the woman's sexy, large, white buttocks, the next I saw the man's powerful lower back. They were passionately kissing and caressing each other. I heard the woman say, "Faster...faster...I want...I want yours..." Before she could finish, the man silenced her with his mouth. I suddenly felt the woman's voice sounded familiar, and then I was so engrossed in the scene that I paid no attention to anything else.
I saw the man throw the woman onto the luxurious double bed. The woman cried out, and I was startled again. Before I could even see her face clearly, the man leaped onto her. The female protagonist spread her legs, gripping the sheets tightly, panting heavily. Next, the male protagonist touched her large breasts with one hand and reached down to her genitals with the other, his mouth also busy, sucking on her other breast. I could hear the woman moaning and groaning incessantly, not much different from typical pornographic films. Although the voice sounded familiar, women's cries at this moment were probably all similar.
Then, the real show began. The male protagonist unceremoniously lifted his lower back, without even using his hands to guide him. With a "plop," his thick penis smoothly slid into the female protagonist's vagina, and the woman let out a joyful "oh." Seeing the man thrusting in and out and vigorously going at it, listening to the woman's "oh...oh...yo...yo...", I excitedly ejaculated prematurely... It was simply too amazing. A moment later, the camera zoomed in, revealing the man's muscular back and the woman's long, slender legs wrapped around his waist. "Hmm," I thought, "why does this woman also have a pink birthmark on her thigh?" My heart sank, and I was a little confused. Doesn't my wife have one too? Then I thought, "Impossible. She wouldn't do anything to betray me again. Besides, other women can have them too," I comforted myself.
I wanted to see the woman's face, but the man blocked my view because he was vigorously having sex with her, his mouth also busy, tightly covering her mouth. All I could hear were her moans, "Ugh-ooh-oh..." as she vigorously twisted her hips, her hands tightly wrapped around the man. I could see her two large, white breasts flattened by the man's pressure, her long, jet-black hair becoming increasingly disheveled with the movement of her head, eventually obscuring her face.
It wasn't porn, but it was better than porn. I thought, it was definitely worth the money...
Since I paid for this lockout machine, I've mostly taken care of my own sexual needs, rarely touching my wife. Plus, I haven't had sex for six months while on a business trip, so I was already feeling very repressed. Today was a good day to release that pent-up desire.
After a while, the woman had flipped over and was straddling the man. From behind, her hands were pressed against his chest, while his large hands encircled her 25W waist. She began to move her hips up and down on his genitals. A close-up shot appeared on the screen, clearly showing his thick, dark penis being enveloped by her reddish-white labia, moving in and out. The sounds of "plop...plop..." echoed continuously. "Wow...so good...you're such a good husband..." the woman whimpered, then quickened her movements. The stark contrast between the black and white images created a powerful, visceral impact.
The camera then panned to the side, revealing the woman's large, white breasts trembling violently, as if understanding her intentions and swaying with her movements—a truly wanton woman. Her long, black hair now flowed even more freely, swaying back and forth, flying up and down... Just watching it made my lower body swell again; it felt so damn good... so exhilarating...
Slowly, the camera shifted to the front, and I saw the man had shifted his hands to the woman's trembling, full breasts, stroking them back and forth until the female protagonist's nipples became red and erect. At the same time, his lower body moved up and down in sync with the female protagonist's movements, until the female protagonist cried out incessantly, "Ah... ya... ya... oh... oh... good husband... you're so good..." Wasn't that my wife, A-Jing's, voice? My eyes widened in disbelief... God... Is this real? The camera then zoomed in, just as the female protagonist excitedly threw her head back, her hair flying behind her. I could see her face, but because the room lights weren't very bright, she looked vaguely familiar. I still couldn't be sure if she was my wife, because she was moving her body vigorously up and down, her eyes closed. Moreover, the male protagonist just then raised his head and took her trembling breast into his mouth, causing her to throw her head back in excitement, dashing my hopes of getting a clearer view once again.
"Husband...faster...I can't take it anymore...oh...good husband..." The female protagonist gasped and cried out. Because it was a clandestine recording, the camera was in a corner, so the sound wasn't very clear, but it still sounded familiar, and the atmosphere on screen was very captivating. Then the male protagonist finally spoke, "Oh...Ah Jing...you're amazing...you're making me feel so good...oh...oh...I can't take it anymore either..." He then launched into another powerful thrust. Hearing "Ah Jing," my heart skipped a beat. Wasn't that my wife's nickname? What a coincidence...?
On the screen, both the male and female protagonists reached their climax simultaneously. The male protagonist arched his back, tightly embracing the female protagonist, and both of them ejaculated in spurts. Then the male and female protagonists collapsed onto the double bed, embracing tightly, unwilling to separate, their limbs intertwined, passionately kissing. The camera zoomed in, revealing a large amount of white semen slowly flowing from the female protagonist's vagina.
Finally, I noticed the date and time printed on the back of the film: May 24, 2003, 23:0059. Closing Remarks: Midnight Frenzy Over a Beautiful Woman, Whose Wife is It, You on Top and Me on Bottom!?
It seems to be the date I was away on a business trip... I couldn't figure it out... I was also a little tired, so I lay down on the sofa in the living room and fell into a deep sleep.
In my dream, I dreamt that the female protagonist in the movie had stepped off the screen and gently kissed my face, and I felt a surge of excitement... I reached out to hug her, but this hug woke me up. I was hugging my wife, A-Jing. "You're back, honey, I missed you so much..." my wife said, kissing me. I was basically awake by then, and angrily asked her, "Where did you go last night?" "Oh, it's like this, I went on a business trip to Changzhou with my manager, and I just got back tonight," my wife replied with a smile. "How many people from your company went? When did you leave?" I kept asking. "Oh, honey...didn't I already tell you? Why are you asking so many questions?" My wife handled it smoothly, and I didn't press further to avoid hurting our relationship.
In bed, my wife started touching me, but I was completely unresponsive, much to her disappointment. She turned away, ignoring me, and the night passed without incident.
The next day, my wife rushed off to work. Since her workplace was far from home, it took her over an hour to cycle there. Before she arrived, I called a friend at her workplace named Xiao Liu to ask about her recent situation. He's an old friend of mine; he used to be the boss's driver. I never expected him to be doing so well, climbing the ranks so quickly and now he's the deputy director of the office. He and my wife are quite close, often joking around. It doesn't matter if we playfully tease each other; we've never argued about it, and my wife seems to enjoy it too. After dialing, a familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello! Who are you looking for?" It was my wife's voice. I was startled and quickly hung up, thinking: Less than half an hour ago, how could she be at work so fast?!
That's not right, even I couldn't get there in half an hour, it's unbelievable...
Our company usually gives us a few days off after business trips, so I had nothing to do these few days, so I sat down at my computer and decided to chat online.
After turning on the computer, a QQ login dialog box popped up on the desktop. The number wasn't mine, but my wife's, but I didn't have the password and couldn't log in. I was anxious and helpless. Oh well, I'll chat with an old friend first. I logged into my QQ account and found a local friend online. I greeted him; he was also Ah Jing's junior high school classmate. We were friends and talked about everything. I asked him how to get into someone else's QQ account. He laughed and typed, "You want to be a KGB agent? It's simple, but you can only see their chat history." I replied, "That works too." He replied, "Just download a QQ infiltrator software from the website." I downloaded it and followed the instructions. In just ten minutes, I had infiltrated my wife's QQ chat history. When I opened it, wow, there were quite a few chat records... But my wife only had five or six online friends, and I didn't recognize any of them by their names, just symbols.
Let's start from the beginning. I clicked on the first friend's record, and saw quite a few secrets. I paid special attention to the chat history from around May 20th and discovered the problem. It turned out that while I was away on a business trip, my wife frequently chatted very closely with this friend named "Leader," even using terms like "darling"—she wasn't afraid of being nauseating.
My wife's QQ name is "Cao'er". Below is a screenshot of our chat history:
Boss: Honey...Are you online? I miss you so much...Are you free? Tonight...771... :))) 5-23
20:20
Cao'er: Yes, honey...I miss you too...Not today, but I'm free tomorrow night. Anyway, my husband won't be back for over ten days...Hehe... 771 521... :))) 5-23
20:21
Boss: Okay, tomorrow I'll go to the usual place. Let's meet at the Grand Hotel, room 408, how about it...Oh, baby... 5-23
20:23
Cao'er: By the way, could you ask your old lady for a day off? 5-23
20:26
Boss: Hey, you know she's too lazy to care about me. I haven't touched her in almost two years... She can't compare to you, my beauty... Hehe... 5-23
20:30
Cao'er: Stop being so cheeky... But you've bought her plenty of gifts... 5-23
20:33
Boss: Oh, you're jealous... Hehe... Tomorrow night I'll definitely make it up to you and reward you properly... Definitely... I guarantee you'll be satisfied, and it'll be better than your short and ugly husband... 5-23
20:37
Cao'er: "Don't talk nonsense, my husband is very good to me... but... never mind..." 5-23
20:40
Boss: "Hmph, I don't believe it. You're so voluptuous and tall, I absolutely refuse to believe he can satisfy your appetite... Haha... Hmph, except for a man like me, he simply can't satisfy you... right, baby..." 5-23
20:43
Cao'er: "Of course, he still can't compare to you... Your thing, though old, is still sharp... Truly vigorous in old age... I choose what I like... Hehe..." 5-23
20:46
Boss: "How about this, you go first tomorrow night, but don't let anyone you know see you... Remember, bring your sunglasses..." I'm going to teach you a lesson, and show you that experience counts... Haha... (5-23 20:50) "You're so naughty... Hehe... Just wait and see how I deal with you tomorrow night, I'll make sure you don't get humiliated... Humph..." (5-23
20:52
) "
Boss
: You'll see who the boss is then... Haha..." (5-23
20:55
) "I'll make you afraid of me from now on... Hehe..." (5-23
20:57)
"Boss: Okay, darling, that's enough for now. I need to rest early so I can be in good shape to deal with you, you little devil... Haha..." (5-23
21:03)
Grass: Okay... I'm a little sleepy too. Remember to pick me up in your car tomorrow morning... I don't want to ride that crappy bike again... Kisses... 5-23
21:08
Boss: 886, 521, 771... I'll bring you another surprise tomorrow... Trust me, it's true... :))) 5-23
21:12
Grass: 521, 771, 886... :))) It's a deal... 5-23
21:14
Seeing this, I suddenly realized... So my wife's lewd nature hasn't changed... Sigh... But I still love her, even though she treats me like this, because she's so beautiful and has such a great presence. I believe my judgment is correct.
But who exactly is this boss? I've never been to Ajing's workplace, and apart from a few close friends, I don't know any of her superiors. This superior even has a car—right, how many people can drive around freely? Thinking about it this way, my mind cleared: it must be the head of her company—the CEO.
No wonder she got to work so quickly this morning; her background is quite complicated. But then I thought, I can't just judge her based on a few chats on QQ. I need to find out more.
After lunch, I rode my bike to the only large hotel in the city. I found the front desk, and there was my ex-girlfriend, Yujuan, on duty. I was overjoyed and rushed over to greet her, "Hey, long time no see, Juan..." She looked up, "I thought the sun rose in the west! Why did you suddenly decide to come see me...? Did your wife offend you again...?" "I missed you..." I said. "Go away... who needs your thoughts..." she laughed. "Well, I wanted to check if anyone I know stayed here on the night of May 24th. Can you help me?" I asked. "A piece of cake, we've been friends before..." Yu Juan said with a smile.
"Could you check if any of the heads of the power group's subsidiaries stayed at the office that day?" I asked. "Oh, I wasn't on duty that day, but I can check for you. Please sit down, what would you like to drink?" Juan said. I sat down and said, "A cold drink, it'll cool me down..."
Yu Juan opened the computer file and pulled up the duty records for May 24th. There was nothing there. I started to wonder, was the message on QQ just a joke? My intuition told me it was impossible, it must have happened.
With suspense, I walked home with heavy steps, completely listless. Of course, I was listless with a burden on my mind.
After several days of deep thought, I decided it would be better to ask an old friend for help tomorrow.
One day, A Jing called and said that Manager Zhao wanted her to talk business with a client and would be back late, not even for dinner. She told me to go to sleep first and not wait for her. I immediately became suspicious: Who works so hard? Besides, business shouldn't go on this late! I pretended nothing was wrong and just told her to go home early as soon as she was done.
I heard the door open in the middle of the night, but I lay down on the bed pretending to be fast asleep, unaware she was back. She quietly put down her handbag, grabbed her underwear, and went to the bathroom to shower. I took the opportunity to secretly check her handbag for anything suspicious and found a diamond ring, probably worth over 20,000 yuan. Who bought it for her? When she got into bed, I pretended to be woken up and tried to make love to her, but she politely declined, saying we both had to go to work the next morning. Looking at her flushed face, my suspicions grew: in the past, she would have been overjoyed by my advances!
While she was asleep, I pretended to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. I locked the door and quietly checked her underwear from earlier that day. As I expected, there was a yellowish-white stain at the tip, half-dry and sticky. It's normal for women's underwear to have some discharge; you can tell just by smelling it. I brought the underwear to my nose and sniffed it. My head immediately went blank. I desperately didn't want to smell that peculiar odor. Every man knows what that bleach-like smell means. My heart felt like it had been stabbed, and a powerful wave of jealousy washed over me.
Back in bed, I couldn't sleep all night, my mind racing with fantasies about the man who shared my wife. What did he look like? Could he possibly be more attractive to her than I was? A horrifying image flashed through my mind: Ah Jing lying naked on the bed, legs spread wide, her hips swaying as the man on top of her thrust into her with all his might. When he ejaculated into her vagina, she moaned with pleasure, her juices soaking the sheets…
Then I remembered the occasional mysterious phone calls at night, which would immediately hang up after I answered with a furtive "hello." My suspicions were confirmed: she was definitely cheating on me! But who was it? How could I catch this adulterous couple in the act?
They must be communicating via phone and QQ. I'd already investigated their QQ, but couldn't find reliable evidence yet. As for my wife using a mobile phone, eavesdropping would be extremely difficult. Suddenly, it occurred to me that Ah Dong was a well-known radio enthusiast at school, and quite clever. He could modify radios to communicate with other radio enthusiasts. Could I use the same method to intercept my wife's cell phone conversations?
The next morning, I met Ah Dong for morning tea and poured out my doubts to him, asking for his advice on how to solve the problem. He said, "With my current skills, there's absolutely no problem. In fact, I often unintentionally intercept many cell phone conversations. But for me to eavesdrop on your wife's calls is not only morally wrong, but I don't even know the frequency of her phone. Filtering from thousands of frequencies is harder than finding a needle in a haystack. How about this, since we're old classmates, I'll help you out for now. Think of a way to have her call me from her cell phone, and I can use that to determine the frequency. But you must never tell anyone about this."
For two days in a row, I hid in Ah Dong's room, sitting next to the modified radio with him, nervously listening to Ah Jing's every call. Disappointingly, another day was almost over. Every call was the same, nothing new, just business at work or casual chats between girlfriends. I was getting so bored I was about to fall asleep. Just as I was about to give up, a call came in: "Hey, Ah Jing! I've been missing you so much! See you at our usual place tonight." The man's voice sounded familiar, but due to interference and a lot of static, I couldn't recognize him at first. Ah Jing replied, "You rascal, if it's you, hurry up! My husband's back from his business trip. Last time you kept me up so late, he almost got suspicious."
Ah Dong chuckled and said to me, "Ah Guang, don't worry about it. If I'd known Ah Jing was so easy to sleep with, I would have preferred to benefit myself rather than let some outsider have her. It's better to keep the good stuff within the family!" I didn't respond irritably, just as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Ah Dong, you said 'the old place,' what does 'the old place' mean? Are we just going to let a green hat be slapped on our heads? Help me think of a solution!" Ah Dong replied casually, "What's the rush? Looks like this isn't the first time. Just call her tonight and ask where she is, right?" I
was really annoyed by his smirk. I said, "Don't joke around. Seriously, what's the use of just knowing? I need to know who that man is, and ideally, I should be able to see and hear what's happening on the spot, then I won't be able to deny it." Ah Dong shrugged, "That's all I can do. If you want to install listening devices or spyglasses, you might as well ask Ah San." Right! Why didn't I think of that!
Ah Dong and I went to Ah San's [Ah San Private Detective Agency] and told him everything. At this point, we didn't care about spreading our dirty laundry. Ah San patted his chest: "Hehe! Catching someone in the act? I'm the best at that. I guarantee you'll have the evidence, clear pictures, and I can even handle the divorce proceedings for you!" I said: "Your name is Ah San, not Bao Gong (a famous judge in Chinese history). Besides, even Bao Gong has a hard time handling family cases, so don't be so nosy. I don't need a divorce. I just want you to install a listening device in my house and a spy camera facing the bed in the bedroom, connected to the TV in my basement. As for the rest, I'll deal with it myself."
After listening, Ah San said, "So you just wanted to spy on your home? That's much simpler! No need for those listening devices or spyglasses, just a handheld camera will do. I'll add a remote control so the lens can be narrowly panned, plus the zoom function, so no corner of the bed escapes your eyes. Oh, and want some 'battlefield photos'? Guaranteed professional-grade, plus DNA and semen analysis services. For an old classmate meeting, I'll give you a 20% discount!"
I asked curiously, "The lens can pan? That's high-tech!" Ah Dong added, "That's 'high-tech' from ten years ago. Next, you'll need to give your wife a chance to 'invite the wolf in,' and then slowly seduce her. But Ah Jing isn't a stupid woman; it seems..." "You won't fall for it so easily." Ah San replied, "Don't worry, I've seen this kind of thing many times. When lust cloud your judgment, even the smartest woman can do something foolish." Two days
later, I pretended to say to Ah Jing, "Honey, there's an urgent matter at the company. I'm being sent on a business trip to the south for half a month, but I really don't want you to be alone at home. I should think of an excuse to decline." Ah Jing said, "Don't be silly. Half a month isn't three or four years. Look at how wronged you are! Business is important. Before you come home, remember to call me so I can prepare a nourishing soup for you."
As I was leaving, I hugged and kissed my wife, thinking to myself, "We've already planted many informants. You'd better watch yourself!" Fortunately, Ah Dong lived not far from my house, and I was in his room in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. At noon, the big fish took the bait. Ah Jing said to her lover on the phone, "Hey! You bastard, I have good news for you. My husband went on a business trip to the south. Come stay at my place tonight! Don't sneak around to a hotel anymore, it's too expensive. Show me all your tricks tonight." The man was overjoyed, "Hehe, heaven is on my side! I'll make sure you have your fill tonight! Okay, time to reel in the line, need to ask my wife for leave."
The lewd conversation made me so angry I almost smashed the radio. Ah Dong, however, hid to the side, covering his mouth and chuckling, adding insult to injury, "Oh my! What a wonderful dialogue! Why didn't they go on longer? Even if they talked all night, I'd rather stay up all night listening to them!" Finally, it got
dark. Ah Dong and I hid behind a bush not far from home, keeping an eye on everything happening at the entrance of the apartment building. Sure enough, soon I saw my wife and a man get out of a taxi, hand in hand, and walk into the building. I wanted to follow, but Ah Dong stopped me: "What's the use of rushing in now? The real show hasn't even started yet! Let's find a restaurant to eat first." Sigh! At this point, even dragon meat doesn't taste good!
Five minutes later, Ah Dong and I sneaked into the basement like thieves. I couldn't wait to turn on the TV connected to the camcorder. Ah San was really thoughtful; he also connected a camcorder so I could secretly record the whole scene.
The picture came out; the lens was hidden in a shoebox on top of the wardrobe opposite the bed. In an instant, a horrific scene appeared before our eyes. The scene I had seen on the intercom before was now playing out on the TV screen like a short film: as soon as they entered the house, the two started kissing, then undressing... It was a perfect replay of the original [Young Woman's Passionate Story], without missing a single detail. A moment later, Ah Jing lay on her back on the bed, her limbs wrapped around the man's body like an octopus. His buttocks moved up and down like a pile driver, and Ah Jing's narrow vulva endured his powerful thrusts. Her dark pubic hair was stained white by the lustful fluid, some of which dripped onto the sheets, shimmering. Because the camera was off, the man's identity was unknown; all that could be seen was his swaying buttocks, his penis appearing and disappearing, and his scrotum bobbing back and forth… only he looked as tall and muscular as in the film.
Ah Dong's attention, however, wasn't on the man. He fiddled with the remote control, zooming in for a close-up of the sexual intercourse. Ah Jing's delicate labia minora were now bright red, forming a ring-like structure, tightly enveloping the lustful, constantly moving penis. Whether the image was zoomed in too closely or it was actually like that, the man's penis was truly thick, stretching Ah Jing's vulva to its limit, leaving no room for air. What pained me most was that Ah Jing was now thrusting her hips up and down, responding to his thrusting movements.
The television was emitting suggestive moans, sounds that should have been my private pleasure, but now they reached the ears of three men: "Ah!... Ah... Ah... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Big brother... Your thick cock... Big cock... It's about to burst my pussy!... Hmm... Hmm... It feels so good!... Hmm... Hmm... I'm going to cum again... I'm cumming... Ah! Ah! Ah!... I want you to fuck me like this all night!... Hmm... Hmm..."
Ah Dong was completely absorbed, watching a captivating film intently, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if the woman being fucked to the point of ecstasy wasn't his friend's wife, but a glamorous movie queen performing a realistic scene. He swayed the camera back and forth, sometimes focusing on her dripping vulva, sometimes on her swaying breasts, and sometimes even on her anus, where the flowing fluids formed a white line.
I watched, my beloved wife being relentlessly violated by another man, and I was furious, my heart pounding, sweat pouring down my back, and I was restless. But strangely, when all the men were captivated by my wife's alluring body, completely drawn in, that inexplicable, wonderful feeling began to rise within me again, growing stronger and stronger. I enjoyed this feeling; no man could escape her charm, drawn by an invisible gravity, like the nine planets of the solar system, revolving but never able to escape the sun's clutches.
My wife's moans grew louder, and the man's thrusts became faster and faster; on the screen, his penis swelled like a giant fiery rod, struggling to be pulled and pushed into her vagina. At that moment, his scrotum twitched upwards a few times, causing his testicles to bounce as well. His penis, deeply buried inside her vagina, convulsed. His buttocks contracted and expanded, his flesh trembling violently. A few small white droplets, about the size of soybeans, oozed from the gap between his vagina and penis, growing larger and larger until they pooled into a puddle of white fluid, trickling down… I knew this love scene was coming to an end. The man was selflessly offering his hot semen to my wife, gushing it deep inside her.
When we were both exhausted, leaning against the headboard, panting, A-Dong zoomed out to get a clear look at the adulterer's face. Then it would be the perfect moment to catch him in the act. When the man's face filled the entire television screen, A-Dong and I were stunned, staring at each other, speechless for a long time. The adulterer was… was… was the boss of A-Jing's company—Manager Zhao! Luckily, I had seen a group photo of Ah Jing's company once, so I recognized him. He was over fifty, yet he still had the audacity to seduce another man's wife...
All the original plans were disrupted, and I had to rearrange them. Ah Dong and I discussed it for a long time and finally came up with a brilliant plan to make him reap what he sowed and suffer the consequences. But then I thought, no, if I really cause him trouble, my wife's job will be ruined. You know how much effort Ah Jing went through to get Manager Zhao to arrange a job for her, and how much money she even gave him... Thinking of this, I lowered my head again, forcing back my tears. But I had to ask for his help.
I had no choice but to stay in a small hotel for half a month; I was practically suffocating... On the day I returned home, while my wife was out, I took out the tape from the video camera to review the other events of the past two weeks. Because the video camera's switch was purely sensor-based, it could record audio or video whenever two people were talking in bed or at home.
After opening it, I put it directly into the DVD player. To my surprise, besides what Ah Dong and I saw on the first day, Manager Zhao came again on the fourth day. They were practically staying at my house! They weren't afraid of being discovered; they were incredibly audacious...
Judging from the videos and audio recordings from the past two weeks, my wife is truly a slut... She can come up with so many sex techniques I could never even dream of to cater to her lover's pleasure... The most infuriating thing is that she disregarded our past relationship and kept flattering the man, saying that his penis was thick and powerful, making it easy for him to reach orgasm, and that mine was like heaven compared to his... She even said she had no experience dating... and so on...
Even more astonishingly, she was capable of performing the incredible feat of standing upside down against a wall for half an hour, allowing her lover to penetrate her until she was dizzy and disoriented, while saying, "Keep going, I have the energy..."
One of their conversations caught my attention:
"Next time we go on a business trip, let's go to Shenzhen... I heard it's very open there..."
"That would be perfect, I love excitement..."
"Last time on the business trip, were you satisfied with how I served you? Haha..."
"Don't even mention it... My genitals are almost swollen... Humph..."
"How about this, it's too much trouble to go to your place every day, tomorrow night let's go to our usual spot—room 408 of the big hotel, it's spacious, the bed is big and bouncy... We can even take a bath together, and bring a few pornographic films, watch and learn at the same time... Hehe..."
"That sounds good, but I'm afraid someone will find out and let my husband know."
"Like before, we'll use fake names... Anyway, the owner there is my buddy... It's fine..."
"Okay... I'll definitely get my revenge tomorrow... Hehe... Mmm..."
My wife was kissed by her manager again... What followed was their passionate lovemaking...
Now I understood everything. No wonder I couldn't find any evidence, so that's how it is... Thinking of this, I sighed: Sigh... What a misfortune for my family, producing such a harlot... I thought dejectedly.
Actually, two years ago, when A-Jing went to her company to ask her boss for a job, she was targeted by her lecherous boss, but he had no opportunity to take advantage of her. I wonder how he eventually succeeded?
With nothing to do, I called Xiao Liu, the deputy director of A-Jing's office. "Hey, Xiao Liu, are you free tonight? Come drink with me, I'm so bored..." "Sure, I'll take your word for it... Hehe... I'll bring the drinks, you prepare the food..." Xiao Liu was very straightforward and handsome. "How about this, let's go out to eat, that way we won't have to cook ourselves..." I said, not wanting anyone else to join in. "See you there..." Xiao Liu replied happily.
From 7 pm to midnight, we drank together. During that time, Xiao Liu answered all my questions, explaining everything that had been on my mind... Oh, I see... Later, because I was in a bad mood, I got completely drunk and had to be helped home by Xiao Liu.
My wife, A Jing, opened the door. It seemed she had been asleep for a while, because she was only wearing a nightgown, with nothing underneath. But the nightgown was practically invisible, as it was almost transparent. I could vaguely see her thick, dark pubic hair and her proud breasts. Xiao Liu stared, his mouth agape...
"Oh, it's Xiao Liu! Why are you drinking so late? And letting him drink so much, really... Quick, help him in! What are you standing there for?" Little did she know that Xiao Liu's attention was entirely on her body. "Oh," Xiao Liu snapped out of his daze, helped me into the living room, and then led me directly to my bedroom. It seemed my wife didn't want to share a bed with me either. I lay down immediately. Although I was drunk, I was still somewhat conscious. I vaguely heard them talking. The door was ajar; it seemed they all thought I wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
"Come on, Xiao Liu, sit down. I'll pour you some tea. You're quite a drinker," my wife said, pouring tea for Xiao Liu. But Xiao Liu wouldn't listen to her. His eyes were fixed on my wife's almost completely naked body, as if he wanted to devour it. Although we usually joked around, I had never seen my wife with such a figure, especially at such close range, practically alone in a room with her. His lower body was already erect. My wife hadn't thought of it that way, and continued pouring tea as she spoke. Because my wife is tall, she had to bend over to pour the tea, and this bending over allowed Xiao Liu, who was behind her, to get a good look at her lower body. My wife's pajamas were also a very short skirt style, extremely sexy, thanks to the major upheaval six months ago.
Xiao Liu's mouth watered... his lust burned fiercely... But to be fair, this Xiao Liu was quite handsome, 1.78 meters tall, and had a very sexy figure; many girls had been pursuing him. Otherwise, why would my beautiful wife be joking around with him? Like attracts like, and opposites attract—it's been true since ancient times.
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?" My wife then realized she had been a bit too revealing, and her face flushed slightly, unknowingly adding to her mature charm... "Ah Jing, you're so beautiful..." Xiao Liu sincerely praised. "Oh, you're just being cheeky..." my wife retorted with a laugh, sitting down next to Xiao Liu. As soon as she sat down, she noticed that Xiao Liu's genitals were already swollen and erect. She reached out and grabbed them. "Oh!" Xiao Liu was caught off guard and froze for a moment.
"You're doing pretty well as the deputy director now..." his wife said with a lewd grin.
"Not at all, it's all thanks to the boss's promotion... Of course
, you deserve some credit too... right..." Xiao Liu replied with a lewd grin. "But you have to keep this a secret for me..." his wife whispered in Xiao Liu's ear, and then bit his ear.
"Yes, yes, yes... I'll do whatever you say..." Xiao Liu said excitedly, pulling his wife into his arms. His wife initially protested with a soft "ee-ee," saying, "My husband's here, don't do anything rash..." but her body went limp in Xiao Liu's arms.
I hid behind the study door and peeked through the keyhole (all the doors in the house were antique-style European wooden
doors, with open keyholes under the locks). I saw A-Jing already lying in Xiao Liu's arms. Xiao Liu pulled A-Jing close and kissed her cherry lips. A-Jing glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, struggled for a moment, but soon melted by his passion. The two kissed passionately, and A-Jing even let him explore her tongue, her heart fluttering. Xiao Liu's hands were also restless, groping her full and alluring body. After a while, A-Jing pushed him away and whispered, "Xiao Liu, you've been drinking all this time, have you eaten yet?"
Xiao Liu laughed, "No, I'm fine with you!" A-Jing blushed and pinched him, but Xiao Liu picked her
up and carried her to the bedroom.
Hearing the bedroom door slam shut, I couldn't suppress my desire. Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, I hurriedly slipped out of the study and tiptoed over, peeking through the keyhole. I saw Xiao Liu lay A Jing down on the bed, lifting her nightgown and roughly caressing her. A Jing moaned softly, her body writhing with his touch, and she actively unbuttoned her clothes. Xiao Liu smiled at A Jing's seductive behavior and stood by the bed, beginning to undress himself. A Jing was naked first, sitting up. Xiao Liu reached out and grasped her large breasts; she was only wearing underwear, which was already bulging. Watching my wife's beautiful and sexy body being wantonly violated by another man, I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis unconsciously became erect.
A Jing seductively pulled down Xiao Liu's underwear and took his glans into her mouth. His penis grew harder and harder in her mouth, looking even more impressive than mine, its red glans round and large, filling A-Jing's little mouth bulging. Hey! Looks like A-Jing's in for a treat today.
Xiao Liu lay down on the bed, making A-Jing turn around and kneel on his head with her legs spread apart. They started playing 69: A-Jing knelt between his legs, giving him oral sex, while he licked her vulva. A-Jing's vulva was tender and fresh, and he greedily licked it back and forth, thoroughly enjoying himself. A-Jing's pubic hair was thick and black, quite abundant, and his tongue roamed among it, sometimes parting her pink labia to nibble at her clitoris, sometimes curling his tongue to tease her vulva, making A-Jing moan and groan as he sucked on his glans, her juices flowing continuously down her thighs, down his mouth, and onto the bed. Seeing how long and thick this guy's penis was, and hearing that it would give women even more pleasure, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice for A-Jing.
After a while, A-Jing said, "I can't take it anymore." Then she turned around and straddled him, holding his huge penis, and slowly swallowed it into her vagina. When it was completely inside, A-Jing couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, then looked towards the door in surprise, her face flushing red. Xiao Liu held her big buttocks and began to thrust upwards. I saw his penis going in and out of A-Jing's vagina, making her labia flip back and forth, his penis covered in glistening vaginal fluid.
A-Jing didn't care about anything else and began to moan wantonly, "Oh...I'm going to die...So good...Ah...Your thing is so big...It feels so good...Mmm..." Xiao Liu grabbed her two breasts under her, thrusting his lower body forcefully into her vagina, while A-Jing rode on top, moving up and down and rotating, the two of them fucking wildly. This not only reminded me once again of the intense scenes in "The Passionate Story of a Young Woman" playing on the locked channel, but my lower body became engorged and swollen again.
After a while, Xiao Liu laid A Jing on the bed, rolled over and mounted her, his large penis thrusting into her vagina, changing to a missionary position. A Jing moaned, her long hair swaying back and forth with his head, her expression of ecstasy making my heart itch unbearably; it was clear she was enjoying it.
Soon, A Jing reached her climax with moans: "Ah...I...want...ah...ah...faster...faster...you're so good...I...I'm so happy...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah..." Streams of vaginal fluid flowed from A Jing's buttocks onto the sheets with each thrust of Xiao Liu's penis, soaking a patch. I watched from outside the door, my blood boiling, and began to masturbate. A Jing hugged Xiao Liu, her legs wrapped around his waist, whispering intimately in his ear, "Be my lover...you're much better than Lao Qi...I like you...mmm..." Her mouth was then covered by Xiao Liu's kiss, a passionate kiss ensuing.
Then, Xiao Liu made A Jing lie face down on the edge of the bed, raising her sexy white buttocks, while he stood below. A Jing lay on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly, her raised buttocks wiggling as she tried to avoid the man's fingers. Her smooth back swayed from side to side, and her two large, bell-shaped breasts swayed wildly.
"Ha! So you really are the sexy heroine!" Xiao Liu excitedly inserted two fingers into A Jing's vagina. A Jing mumbled something, her shoulders trembling, her vagina already overflowing with fluid. Xiao Liu's fingers moved in and out, A Jing puffed out her cheeks, making sounds that were hard to distinguish as deep breaths or panting. She seemed to be struggling, her upper body leaning forward, pressing her face tightly against the sheets. Her disheveled hair covered her face, her mouth opened and closed, her tongue licking her cherry lips as if she were very thirsty, her brows furrowed tightly, an expression completely different from her usual demure demeanor.
Seeing A Jing's aroused desire, Xiao Liu excitedly moved his mouth closer to lick her vulva.
"Don't pull away, it'll feel good soon." Xiao Liu raised his body, holding his penis in a position ready to penetrate. "Lift your ass up a little higher, I'm going to fuck you!" "No...no! You're so rough...I'm scared!"
"There's nothing to be scared of, this is what makes it fun! Lift your ass up quickly." Xiao Liu noticed that A Jing's vaginal opening was relatively low; in normal positions, a small part would always remain outside, preventing full penetration. He parted A Jing's wet labia, and with a squeeze of his glans, "plop," it entered the warm, soft cavity.
A Jing tried her best to maintain the original position; her limbs trembled slightly, but she felt better than when she was penetrated normally.
"Ah! It's in! You're making me feel so full!" Ah Jing moaned and cried out, "Ah! It's so thick, and it goes in so deep,
it's thicker and longer than my husband's! Ah!"
Ah Jing felt that her vagina was fuller than when she was usually penetrated from the front. She couldn't help but moan, "Ah... why is it so tight? I feel like you're squeezing me so full!" Xiao Liu didn't answer and continued to thrust wildly into her.
Ah Jing's reaction was completely different from before. She continued to cry out, "Too tight... no! Stop for a moment, don't move! It feels so full and stuffy!"
"You can even moan now! Since you're already feeling this good, how can you stop!"
"But... I feel like you're suffocating me. "
"Don't talk too much, just obediently let me be penetrated!" Xiao Liu thought that Ah Jing just couldn't distinguish between pleasure and pain.
"Ah Jing, the more you feel the squeezing pain, the stronger the pleasure!" Xiao Liu twisted his waist desperately, thrusting his thick, hard penis into his wife's vagina. Ah Jing could only grit her teeth and endure the thrusting. She gripped the sheets and moaned.
"No... ah... ah! I'm going to be killed by your penetration!" As the penis rubbed against her vagina, A-Jing's moans became intermittent. She twisted her hips, almost crying and begging for mercy, "No! Let me go!" But Xiao Liu ignored her and thrust even harder. Watching his thick, hard penis go in and out between the plump buttocks of the usually elegant and beautiful accountant A-Jing, Xiao Liu became even more excited, thrusting wildly until he was quickly aroused.
"Ah! I'm going to cum! A-Jing! You're the best of women, you're amazing!"
A-Jing only let out low moans, obediently enduring the penetration while unconsciously moving her buttocks towards him! Xiao Liu felt like he was about to explode. Unable to bear it any longer, he desperately thrust his penis deep into A-Jing's vagina, and his semen shot in once again.
"Ah! So good!" He pressed against A-Jing's buttocks, grabbing her breasts with both hands and ejaculating violently, not even bothering to see her reaction. Only after releasing the last drop of semen did he exhale deeply, his body limp as he pressed against A-Jing's back.
Watching this scene, I reached my climax simultaneously with the protagonists. Having a wife like this, it's not such a bad thing.
Back in the house, I truly fell asleep this time...
The next day, my wife, her face full of spring fever, said to me, "You drank too much yesterday. You should drink less in the future." "Where's Xiao Liu? Did he bring me home?" I pretended to be confused.
"Oh, Xiao Liu, he helped you to bed last night and went home without even having a sip of water. You should thank him properly! He's a really nice young man..." my wife said earnestly with a smile.
"Yes, you should thank him for me next time you see him..." I replied.
After my wife left for work, I thought back on what happened last night. Xiao Liu's words echoed in my ears again:
"Brother, it's only because of you that I told you the truth. Anyone else, I wouldn't have said a word even if you killed me."
The incident stemmed from two years ago. After being laid off for five or six years, A-Jing wanted to return to her old job, but who could she ask? A-Jing's first thought was the company's head, Manager Zhao, saying he was a nice, easy-going person. I agreed to let her handle it herself, besides, I was quite busy with my own work.
When she got home that night, A-Jing told me that Manager Zhao had only said he'd see how things went and hadn't finalized a date. I told her she'd need to give him a gift, but she disagreed.
A week later, A-Jing went again and went straight to Manager Zhao's office. The manager was looking at his computer and asked A-Jing to wait. A-Jing sensed that Manager Zhao wasn't paying much attention to her and was very puzzled.
That night, when I asked her about it, she returned empty-handed again. But my wife told me this small detail, and I immediately understood—it was a man's intuition.
"Here's what you'd like to do: go buy some trendy clothes, put on some makeup, and stop looking like a new mother..." I said with a hint of sarcasm.
"You mean..." My wife is very smart; she understood immediately.
Because she's been staying home with the kids for so long, her thinking has become quite rigid, and she has very little contact with the outside world. Even I think she's too unfashionable now; no one would be interested in her... let alone the boss at work. A person's image and appearance represent their mental state, and no one would hire someone who's so downcast.
The next day, my wife went to the department store and bought two very sexy midi-length skirts and a set of expensive cosmetics. When she first put them on, even I was amazed. She looked so sexy and beautiful! Her beautiful figure was on full display, and with her long, thick, black hair, anyone who didn't know her would think she was still unmarried. After she applied lipstick and makeup, she was an absolute beauty, absolutely radiant... I couldn't resist hugging her and kissing her.
Clothes suit people perfectly, a perfect match. Ah Jing seemed to have found herself and her confidence, holding her head high, puffing out her proud chest, and with her long, slender legs, her figure was perfectly presented before me.
"Okay, bring some gifts tomorrow, it's not good to go empty-handed. Just take a taxi, it's too far. Also, tell the manager about your special skills so he'll value you and can arrange a good job for you," I told her. This time she listened to me.
"Knock knock knock..." Ah Jing nervously knocked on Manager Zhao's office door.
"Come in," came the reply from inside.
A-Jing's heart pounded as she went inside, but the manager seemed to know it was her, not even looking up as he continued his work.
"Manager, I'm here..." A-Jing said nervously.
Manager Zhao looked up, his eyes immediately glued to her, unable to look away, forgetting to offer her a seat.
"It's you...you...oh, what's wrong...oh, please sit down." The manager snapped out of his daze.
Manager Zhao quickly poured A-Jing a cup of tea, smiling broadly, and said, "Tell me about yourself, what skills do you have?"
"Well, I still want to do my old accounting job..." A-Jing said.
"Well...let me think about it..." he seemed a little hesitant.
"I can also type on a computer and use the internet," his wife quickly added.
"What, you can use computers and the internet? Perfect, I'm not very good at that, you can tutor me!" Hearing that A-Jing knew computers and the internet, Manager Zhao perked up.
"Also, please accept this small token of my appreciation, Manager Zhao. It's just a little something from me, and I hope you can grant my request." A-Jing looked at Manager Zhao expectantly.
"Of course, of course." The manager's smile returned. "How about this, you'll be the chief accountant at our newly established banana wholesale market."
"Really?" My wife could hardly believe her ears; her proud breasts rose and fell, a sight her manager noticed.
"Start work tomorrow." Manager Zhao was quite decisive.
"Okay, thank you so much... I'll repay you in the future..." A-Jing said sincerely, extending her slender hands to shake hands with the manager.
Manager Zhao, a seasoned veteran, quickly stood up upon hearing this, taking A-Jing's hands in his and holding them tightly for a long time. "Don't be so polite, we're all family now... hahaha... I'll need your help with a lot of things..." His eyes secretly darted towards A-Jing's breasts, which were practically bursting out, his lower body almost bursting through his pants. Luckily, A-Jing was still innocent and didn't look down.
A month later, I was away on a business trip. In the afternoon, my wife was online at home. Suddenly, the phone rang. "Hmm, who is this?" my wife asked.
"It's me... You're home... I have a question I'd like to ask you. It's about computers and the internet; I don't know how to use these software programs..." A rough male voice came from the other end of the line.
"Oh, who is it? It's Manager Zhao... Where are you?" my wife asked.
"I'm at work. How about this, I'll come to your house to ask you, so you don't have to make the trip. I happen to have a car; I'll have Xiao Liu give me a ride," the other person replied.
"Okay, I'm home alone anyway, come on over," my wife answered truthfully.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. Ah Jing peeked through the peephole and saw Manager Zhao, dressed in a suit and tie. Although over fifty, he looked young and energetic. At 1.72 meters tall, he was a head taller than me. My wife always teased me about being short, but seeing such a tall man standing before me today made my heart flutter. I quickly let him in and gave him a pair of slippers.
"Your home is nicely decorated, very innovative..." Manager Zhao said, looking around.
"By the way, where's your husband?" he asked, knowing the answer already.
"He's away on a business trip and won't be back for about a month," my wife replied.
"Anyway, it's almost dinnertime. How about we go out for dinner together? It's on me, then we can finish up when we get back," Manager Zhao suggested, seizing the opportunity.
"Okay," my unsuspecting wife agreed. This was a trap!
After my beautiful wife started working, she had many clients and social engagements, so naturally, there was a long line of men interested in her. She was well aware of this, of course. Navigating the world of men, she inevitably profited from their lust. At the same time, she had to maintain a perfect balance, leaving them with only fantasies and no opportunity. She had feelings for a few of these men, but because of me, nothing further developed; after all, she still loved me. While I was away, this handsome Manager Zhao, my beautiful wife's boss, launched a strong offensive. Although she didn't accept at first, she was secretly infatuated.
Married for so long (actually only two), and still having a man infatuated with her, especially a rather handsome man and a company CEO, was something that secretly pleased her.
Tonight, he invited her to dinner, which boosted my beautiful wife's confidence and pride. She dressed up specially, looking very sexy and avant-garde. When she arrived at the dinner table, she saw other company leaders were also there. She blushed at her appearance, making her seem even more alluring... The whole table immediately became lively.
Throughout the meal, she could feel Manager Zhao's affectionate gaze constantly lingering on her, while everyone else at the table remained oblivious. During the meal, my wife was given quite a bit of alcohol. Near the end, she got up to use the restroom, but upon emerging, she was suddenly pulled into the stairwell. Looking closely, she saw it was Manager Zhao. Without
a word, Manager Zhao embraced her and gave her a passionate kiss. She was shocked, delighted, and frightened, yet powerless to resist Manager Zhao's kisses. (Hearing my wife being forcibly kissed without resistance, I thought to myself, "Oh well, oh well," but felt a pang of unease, a strange, indescribable thrill, and wanted to hear more.) She said she had to return to her table, but Manager Zhao wouldn't let her leave unless she accompanied him to a bar that evening. She reluctantly agreed. After the meal, she hurriedly excused herself, only to be led to Manager Zhao's car. Unbeknownst to her, the car stopped at Manager Zhao's house. My wife knew what was about to happen, but her month-long abstinence and her feelings for Manager Zhao made her lie and say she'd just stay a bit.
On the sofa in Manager Zhao's house, Manager Zhao embraced her, kissing and caressing her body. In the dim light, Manager Zhao stripped my wife down to her underwear. His hand slipped under her bra, grasping and kneading her breasts wantonly. Then he pulled down her thong, parting the small piece of fabric that barely covered her vulva and weaving it between her labia majora and thighs, his fingers gently stroking her clitoris.
My wife felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind instantly clearing. She struggled and said, "No, I have a husband!"
Manager Zhao whispered in her ear, "What does it matter?" He kissed her earlobe relentlessly while his fingers skillfully rotated around her clitoris.
"No... please... I'm married... um... really no... I don't want to betray my husband... please..."
My wife's desperate pleas and moans only fueled Manager Zhao's lust. Ignoring her struggles, he forcibly removed her bra and then pulled down her panties. My wife desperately clung to the thin strings to escape, but with a soft snap, her panties tore. Manager Zhao pounced on her. She still put up a final resistance. He grabbed her hands, raised them above her head and crossed them, then grabbed both her wrists with one hand. My wife's legs were spread apart by Manager Zhao's legs as she struggled, and she felt his penis pressing against her entrance.
Finally, her legs were pinned down, and then she felt a sudden, forceful penetration. Opening her eyes, she saw Manager Zhao's face filled with triumphant satisfaction. Overwhelmed with guilt for what she had done to me, tears suddenly welled up uncontrollably, and she desperately stopped resisting. Seeing that she had resigned herself to her fate, Manager Zhao released her hands and began to fully enjoy my wife's alluring body. Manager Zhao's penis was thick, long, and firm, his thrusts powerful and skillful, and gradually she began to lose herself in pleasure.
Her hands gripped the sofa cushions tightly, her legs involuntarily twitching, accompanied by alluring moans. Manager Zhao got up and pulled a soft cushion under her waist, which she slightly arched to accommodate. Manager Zhao gently lifted her two slender, beautiful legs onto his shoulders, and she squeezed his neck tightly, pulling him towards her body. Manager Zhao triumphantly thrust his penis against her vulva, deliberately not penetrating. His wife's beautiful brows furrowed as she moaned loudly, yet she was too embarrassed to speak. Manager Zhao
was determined to completely conquer the wife beneath him, and feigned gentleness as he asked, "Want it?"
"...Mmm..." His wife mustered her courage and hummed in response, her face flushing, even her ears turning red.
"Want what?"
"...You...you know..."
"I want to hear you say it."
"Want your...that..."
"Which one?"
"...My...my...my penis..." His wife struggled to utter the lewd words in front of the man.
The man inserted the head of his penis into his wife's vagina, but did not penetrate further. Manager Zhao continued his verbal abuse of my wife, rotating and rubbing the head of his penis against the shallow part of her vagina.
"Say 'dick'."
"..." My wife struggled painfully in the face of intense physical desire.
"Say it."
"Mmm...mmm...dick..." My wife turned her head away in embarrassment, burying her face in the pillow.
"Say you want my dick."
"I want...your dick..." My wife's voice was almost inaudible from the pillow.
"Louder!"
"I want your dick."
"Is that all you've got? Louder!"
"I want your dick!" My wife, unable to bear it any longer, turned around and shouted.
Manager Zhao laughed loudly, then thrust his penis all the way in, causing my wife to open her mouth wide and let out a deafening scream.
Then Manager Zhao picked up A-Jing, supporting her plump buttocks, and thrust his penis repeatedly in and out of her wet vagina. The indescribable pleasure from his glans made it impossible for him to stop, especially since she was moving in rhythm with him, her vagina welcoming and pushing him in perfect harmony, making it impossible to stop. A torrent of vaginal fluid had already flowed over his scrotum and started running down his thighs. He gradually felt his legs weaken and tremble slightly, so he carried her, thrusting as he walked towards the bedroom. Once
inside, he tossed her onto the bed, and while there was still time, he stripped off his upper body clothes, becoming completely naked, and pounced on her again. A-Jing had already placed a towel under her buttocks, spreading her legs almost into a split, raising her vulva to welcome him. He pressed down on her, and A-Jing surprisingly guided his penis with her hand, allowing the glans to enter her vagina. He thrust forward, easily filling the small hole again. Two fleshy creatures embraced each other on the bed, inseparable, rolling together in a ball, feeling only mutual affection and regret for not having met sooner.
Manager Zhao, while thrusting, looked down to admire the beautiful and moving scene of their genitals meeting. He saw his proud, large penis moving in and out between her bright red labia minora, splashing the flowing vaginal fluid everywhere. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was unusually long, being stretched and pulled back with each thrust, as clear as a close-up shot in a pornographic film; her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, her labia minora hardening around the veiny penis, making the friction even more acute and intense; the tender skin covering her clitoris was pulled and rubbed by her labia, making it swell and harden, becoming as thick as a little finger, pointing straight forward, almost touching the busy penis.
He was getting aroused, so he simply raised her legs, placing them on her shoulders, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper and thrust more vigorously. Ah Jing seemed to understand him perfectly; she placed her hands on the back of her legs and pulled her thighs towards her chest, allowing her lower body to rise higher and their skin to press more intimately together. Sure enough, with each thrust, he pressed her thighs down even further, like a seesaw, one end lowered as the other rose, her buttocks moving up and down in perfect harmony with his movements. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with a cacophony of sounds—the slapping and squelching of their genitals, accompanied by the squelching of their juices—a three-dimensional, sensual experience. She heard the incessant sounds from her lower mouth, while her upper mouth, naturally, didn't remain silent, adding its own melody to the music: "Ah...ah...my little darling...my beloved brother...ah...ah...you're so good at this...I'm giving you my life...ah...ah...my little pussy feels so good...ah...ah...I'm going to lose it...I'm going to fly to heaven...mmm...mmm...mmm..." She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, straightened her legs, and clung to his still swaying waist, trembling uncontrollably, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids spraying out simultaneously. Only one thought occupied her mind: My God! It turns out that besides my little husband, other men can also give me this kind of ecstatic feeling of dying and coming back to life! The intense orgasm brought her immense pleasure, and the depression she felt during the past few days of her husband's absence was finally completely relieved. After slowly digesting the afterglow of her orgasm, her whole body felt limp and she didn't want to move anymore.
Seeing her enjoying his pleasure as if she were in heaven, Manager Zhao felt incredibly powerful and thrust even harder, pushing his penis to its very hilt with each stroke. He wished he could squeeze his testicles into her writhing hole as well. He relentlessly repeated the pounding motion, letting his penis experience endless pleasure, hoping it would continue like this forever. He thought, "Ah Jing is truly amazing. How could I have misjudged her before? I almost missed out on her..."
Ah Jing, overwhelmed by an unprecedented orgasm, nearly fainted. Now, enduring his relentless, frenzied thrusting, she was utterly powerless to resist. All she could do was continuously release her vaginal fluids as a reward for his hard work. She herself was bewildered; where did all this vaginal fluid come from? It seemed endless, as if she had become a machine that produced vaginal fluids, continuously churning out its product. The towel under her buttocks, originally intended to catch the semen after intercourse to prevent staining the sheets, was now soaked with her vaginal fluids before the semen had even been ejaculated, so wet it could be wrung out by hand.
Manager Zhao withdrew his penis, lowered one leg from his shoulder while keeping the other on his arm, then shifted her body into a side-lying position, kneeling on the bed. He arched his upper body, spreading her thighs into a split, her vulva wide open. Due to the separation of her labia minora, several transparent, sticky strands of vaginal fluid were stretched out, like a spiderweb sealing the vaginal opening. With one hand pressing down on her thigh, and the other holding his burning penis, he broke through the web and thrust it into this "spider web cave." Whether it was because he swam often and had exceptionally strong waist, or because this position made it easier to generate power, every thrust was powerful and resounding, each one penetrating deep into the cave, reaching its very end.
Her body swayed back and forth from the forceful impact, her breasts bouncing wildly. Manager Zhao reached out and caressed her alternately, sometimes gripping tightly, sometimes kneading gently, attacking her from both above and below until she bounced like a freshly caught fish. Her hands clawed wildly at the bed, almost tearing the sheets to shreds, her toes pointing straight out like she was dancing ballet. Moans rose and fell, and all you could hear was her panting heavily as she cried out, "Oh! My darling... ah... ah... ah... where did you learn such a good move... ah... ah... ah... don't stop... ah... ah... ah... so good... oh! I'm about to tear you in two... ah... ah... ah..." Before she finished speaking, her body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her eyelids fluttering up and down, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged onto his glans.
She felt wave after wave of orgasms coming her way, like a stone thrown into a lake, ripples spreading outwards from her vagina. She was tossed and turned in these surging waves, completely submerged. Seeing her reaction, Manager Zhao knew she was reaching the peak of another orgasm, and he quickened his pace, thrusting his penis until it was as hard as steel and as hot as fire, moving rapidly inside her vagina. He continued thrusting until his glans was swollen and numb, and his lower abdomen felt hot and he desperately contracted, before finally ejaculating his scalding hot semen deep into her vagina.
Ah Jing was reveling in the ecstasy of her orgasm when, in her hazy state, she felt the penis thrusting rapidly inside her vagina suddenly change to slow, powerful thrusts. With each throbbing, a surge of hot, tingling fluid hit her cervix, doubling the pleasure. Her fingers, which had been stroking her breasts, stopped moving and instead gripped them tightly as if trying to burst them. Knowing he was also enjoying his orgasm and ejaculating into her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed and pulled with his rhythm, letting him ejaculate all his semen into her vagina.
After the storm, a calm settled in. The two, having enjoyed their orgasm, embraced tightly, reluctant to part. Manager Zhao remained on top of her, his lower body pressed against her vulva, not wanting his slowly softening penis to slip out so quickly, wanting it to stay a little longer in her warm, moist opening. Their lips kissed incessantly, as if glued together, their tongues teasing each other, their tongues sliding in and out, their souls becoming one. Only when the pleasure subsided, replaced by a languid weariness, did they finally fall asleep in each other's arms. Ah Jing held onto those adoring words tightly in her hand before sweetly drifting off to sleep.
Spring sleep is so sweet, they didn't notice the dawn. When they woke up, it was already evening; they had slept all day, thanks to the long night they'd spent together. The sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid from earlier had dried, leaving them feeling sticky and uncomfortable. They got up, hand in hand, and went to the bathroom to wash themselves. Ah Jing first filled a tub with hot water. Seeing that the dried vaginal fluid had hardened her pubic hair, she rubbed it, and it turned into a white powder that sprinkled softly onto the floor. Manager Zhao was urinating into the toilet nearby when he heard her sweet voice behind him: "I need to pee too..." He shook his penis a few times and moved aside to make room for her. After waiting a while without any movement, he curiously turned to look. She shyly pouted and said, "Um... I need you to hold me while I pee." Manager Zhao was both amused and exasperated, but he had no choice but to comply. He went behind her, supported her thighs with both hands, and lifted her up towards the toilet. Unexpectedly, she said again, "Um... I need you to tease me before I can pee." He almost burst out laughing, and whistled like a mother teasing a child to pee.
As soon as the whistle sounded, a stream of water gushed from her vulva, shooting forward in a silvery-white parabola, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, making a "tinkling" sound in the toilet. After she finished peeing, Manager Zhao teased, "Do you usually need someone to tease you when you pee? Doesn't your husband have any free time?" She giggled, "You're so cheeky! I only like you teasing me, you're so annoying!" Her face flushed red, and she buried her face in his chest. Seeing the bathtub was almost full, he tossed her in and then climbed on top of her. The two of them tangled together in the tub, water splashing everywhere, their bodies tumbling and turning in the waves like a pair of playful mandarin ducks.
After a while, she told him to stand up, rubbed some soap in her hands, and then applied it to his penis. She gently stroked it with her fingers, carefully cleaning the foreskin and glans. Under her caresses, his penis slowly hardened, becoming longer and larger, erect in her hand. She gasped in surprise; within two minutes, the object had more than doubled in size as if by magic—it was unbelievable. She measured it with her fingers; it was at least an inch and a half longer than her husband's, the glans larger and rounder, the veins on the foreskin bulging like countless bluish-purple roots surrounding the penis. She sighed inwardly: Previously, she had been so indiscriminate in her desires that she had only focused on stuffing it into her vagina, without truly appreciating it. This was a rare gem, one in a hundred! No wonder it had brought her to such intense and pleasurable orgasms. If her husband possessed such a magnificent member, she wouldn't need to seek it elsewhere. Thinking
this, she couldn't help but kiss it several times, her hands unwilling to let go, wishing she could swallow it whole. She truly loved it. Lost in her thoughts, her cheeks flushed again, and a fire in her heart gradually burned down to her lower body. She felt her vulva itching unbearably again, and impatiently lay back, pulling him closer, her hands rubbing his hard penis against her labia. Seeing her wanton behavior, Manager Zhao knew he had achieved his goal; there would be plenty of entertainment to come. Although he had slept with several women at work, most of whom were willing to offer themselves, in terms of sexual responsiveness and enjoyment, none could compare to this slut, Ah Jing, who was in the prime of her sexual life. Anyway, her little brother had already ignited a fire within her, so why not do it? He needed it too! Seeing the head of his penis touch her vaginal opening, he thrust his hips forward, and their bodies came together again. He wrapped his arms around her neck and began thrusting rapidly.
For a moment, the small bathtub was filled with a romantic and alluring atmosphere. Manager Zhao's constantly rising and falling buttocks caused the water in the tub to splash and wet the floor like a pond. He was truly a swimming champion. It looked like he was swimming a butterfly stroke, with only his waist moving constantly, rising and falling, strong and powerful. At other times, it looked like he was swimming a leisurely frog stroke, his legs supporting him against the tub wall, extending and retracting, allowing his penis to move in and out freely. At other times, he would hold her sideways and penetrate from behind, like swimming a sideways stroke, while one hand would occasionally reach forward to play with her breasts. When he got tired of fucking, he would lie down like he was swimming a backstroke, with the woman sitting on top of him, bouncing and tossing like a horse, completely lost in pleasure.
A-Jing never dreamed that her first time making love with Manager Zhao would turn into such lewdness. All her usual work reserve vanished, and she blushed uncontrollably, looking utterly endearing. She was even more surprised that so many positions could be explored in the bathtub; the feeling was different from in bed, more exciting and novel, something she had never experienced since her marriage. It seemed older men could be quite adept at it after all. The tub was swirling with desire as they thrashed about, both immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire, their movements fluid and unrestrained. Manager Zhao, aroused, realizing he couldn't fully utilize his skills in the small bathtub, simply pulled her close to his chest and hurried towards the bedroom.
After placing her on the bed, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge, then bent her legs and spread them wide, her buttocks resting on the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor, his penis was at the same height as her vulva, and with a lean, he easily penetrated her fully. With his hands on her knees, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. This position required less effort, allowing for a faster and more forceful thrust. Each impact caused her body to tremble, her breasts bobbing like water balloons. The beauty of their sexual intercourse was now fully displayed before him; the way the tender skin of her vagina was being pulled in and out was crystal clear, and the sight of her juices being squeezed out was even more captivating. The scene before his eyes was breathtaking, causing his penis to swell to the point of bursting. He felt his heart pounding and his muscles tensing, and he exerted all his strength, thrusting as deep as he could, each time ensuring the glans touched her cervix. After one round of thrusting, he felt his glans go numb, his ejaculation was imminent, and he knew he was about to give in.
Ah Jing was breathless from his relentless thrusting, wave after wave of orgasms washing over her body. Her vagina was enveloped in a blissful, increasingly intense pleasure, her nerves throbbing and her whole body convulsing. She was already screaming hoarsely, her throat barely able to utter a single syllable, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." Endless waves of orgasms rose and fell, overwhelming her, her body moving like a caterpillar crawling on a branch. Finally, her whole body tensed, then suddenly relaxed, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from her uterus. She then trembled violently as if chilled, her vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, sucking and releasing her penis like a small mouth constantly sucking.
Manager Zhao paused, controlling his ejaculation, then grabbed her thighs and thrust wildly again, giving her no chance to catch her breath. Once she started moaning, she couldn't stop, her loud cries only fueling Manager Zhao's even more intense thrusting. A moment later, Manager Zhao flipped her over like a doll, pulled her up by the waist, and just as she tried to lift her head, he pressed her back down. My wife was now head and feet on the bed, with only her buttocks sticking up high. Manager
Zhao's enormous penis pierced her again from behind, and amidst the overwhelming pleasure, my wife remained in this most shameful position, allowing herself to be violated. The immense sense of accomplishment from finally getting his hands on the beautiful young woman he had been longing for filled Manager Zhao with boundless energy. His thick, hard penis, as hard as iron, thrust into my wife, bringing her unparalleled pleasure. She moaned incessantly, "Oh, baby!" "So good! Don't stop!"
Manager Zhao laughed as he thrust, "How do I compare to your husband?"
"Your dick is bigger than his! Oh, big dick!" "
Call me husband. " "
Mmm... husband... big dick husband... you're my husband!... fuck me!... fuck my husband!
" "Didn't you say no just now?" "
Just now... I didn't know you had such a big dick... now I know..."
Manager Zhao was ecstatic: "I'll fuck you to death, you slut!"
"Okay... fuck me! Fuck me!... I'll let you fuck me every day from now on!"
"Okay... I love playing with other men's wives! Using them as my sex toys, letting me vent!"
"Okay! Oh... I'll give you whatever you want! Let you vent your lust! Fuck me! Oh! Hurry, husband, I'm pregnant!"
After an hour of sprinting, Manager Zhao was already exhausted, but upon hearing this, he was greatly invigorated and frantically thrust into my wife's tender, swollen cunt. My wife screamed hoarsely as she was being fucked: "...Good husband, fuck me to death! Shoot inside me, get me pregnant! I'll give you a son!"
"Okay, I'm going to get you pregnant and make your husband wear a big green hat! I'll fuck you to death! Oh!... Oh!..."
Manager Zhao was closing his eyes and thrusting hard, preparing for the climax. The way he massaged her cunt with its contractions and relaxations was incredibly comfortable. She felt her pores open wide, her abdominal muscles tighten inward, and with a few shivers, spurts of semen shot out from his penis like arrows, all of it entering her still contracting and expanding vagina. Her vagina throbbed with pleasure, the orgasm shooting from her vaginal opening straight to her abdomen, the stimulation causing even her toes to spasm.
Manager Zhao thrust for another thirty or so times before finally climaxing, and she was so moved that she immediately turned around and took his still-erect penis into her mouth, licking up every last drop of semen. What a fucking slut...
Later, the two of them became completely uncontrollable, taking advantage of my business trips to have affairs everywhere. They even booked a private room in a luxury hotel and rented it long-term. No wonder the woman I saw on the VIP lounge looked like my beautiful wife; it was actually her and Manager Zhao, being filmed without even knowing it—how pathetic.
It even escalated to their debauchery in my own home, but... right or wrong? I don't even know myself... pros and cons? Sigh, let her be... As long as she still loves me, I won't divorce her.

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