Mrs. Ma's debauchery at the card game

Under the blazing sun, Mrs. Ma hurried home, carrying two bags of groceries she'd just bought from the supermarket, still regretting the five thousand dollars she'd lost at the card game that morning.

She glanced at her watch; it was already four in the afternoon.

Back home, she began her daily chores.

Mrs. Ma was thirty-eight years old and had been married to her husband for fifteen years. They had a fifteen-year-old son, Xiaogang.

Perhaps because she didn't need to work after marriage, she had always lived a life of luxury, maintaining excellent skin and figure.

At 1.65 meters tall, with shoulder-length hair and fair skin, although she had some crow's feet around her eyes, she looked only in her early thirties.

Mr. Ma owned a small hardware factory, which had initially done well.

However, with the relocation of factories from Hong Kong to the north, the factory had been operating at a loss for the past few months.

Xiaogang was still doing his homework in his room while Mrs. Ma prepared dinner, waiting for her husband to come home so they could eat together.

The phone rang suddenly. Ma Tai picked up the receiver, and a familiar voice answered—it was her husband, Jianxiong. "Xiaohui, I have a business dinner tonight. You and Xiaogang go eat first.

I won't be

home for dinner. I might be a little late. You go to sleep, okay?"

"Then come home early .

" "Okay!"

The phone hung up.

Ma Tai and Xiaogang finished dinner.

Xiaogang went to his room to do his homework.

Ma Tai watched TV alone in the living room.

The clock on the wall struck eleven.

She thought to herself that her husband might not be home until very late—that damn business dinner.

She yawned and went to her room to sleep.

In her hazy state, Ma Tai felt someone spread her legs.

Something hard was rubbing against her vaginal opening.

Suddenly, the hard thing forcefully pushed forward, tearing open her labia majora and minora.

Ma Tai instinctively bent her knees, trying to spread her legs to resist the sudden impact.

A dark shadow pressed down in front of her, and a nauseating smell of alcohol wafted from it.

Ma Tai's consciousness was now fully awake.

The shadow on her body began to rise and fall, and below, a piston-like motion began.

It was her husband, Jianxiong.

Matching her husband's movements, Ma Tai asked affectionately, "Honey, you're back."

Jianxiong didn't answer, vigorously repeating his previous actions.

But this time, the movements lacked their former gentleness; it seemed more like a release.

Ma Tai fell silent, her lower body enduring each thrust, the room filled with

the sounds of flesh colliding. 2. Compensation for the Mahjong Game Today was Friday.

Ma Tai ate a quick lunch and started doing housework.

At 2 PM, the phone rang. "Hello, is this Ma Tai?

This is Mrs. Lin. Are you free to play mahjong this afternoon? We need one more player."

"Oh, Mrs. Lin. No problem. I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes."

Ma Tai hurriedly packed her things and left.

On the way, she told herself, "Today I must win back the five thousand dollars I lost yesterday."

When she entered Mrs. Lin's house, the mahjong table was already set up.

The old rivals were already seated in order. Old Chen, 61, had just retired. He was dark-skinned and thin, and used to be a construction worker.

His wife had passed away two years ago, and he now lived alone.

Old Li, 62, was also retired.

He weighed 190 pounds, was bald, and had a terrible nose.

Old Li had a wife in her fifties in the countryside, but he thought she was too rustic and wouldn't be presentable. Mrs.

Lin and Mrs. Ma were two years apart, both 40 years old this year. They were housewives in the housing estate, with short, curly hair, slightly plump figures, but their skin was quite fair and delicate.

Mr. Lin was a seaman, sometimes going out to sea for one or two weeks at a time.

Mrs. Lin spent her time playing mahjong and getting beauty treatments.

She dressed up extravagantly all day long; no one knew where her money came from.

Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Lin were called the "Housing Estate's Two Beauties" by the lecherous men in the housing estate. One was tall and slender with a sophisticated appearance;

the other was petite and exquisite.

The game started, and Mrs. Ma had a good run of luck today, winning over two thousand after four rounds.

After four rounds, everyone chose new positions and began a new round of competition.

Ma Tai thought he could win another three thousand and go home.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick; the situation reversed in those four rounds, and he lost all two thousand of his winnings, even incurring a loss of two thousand.

In the final hand of the four rounds, Ma Tai had a pure suit of bamboo tiles, calling for a six-nine bamboo suit.

His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating.

He thought that if he could draw this hand, he could at least call it a draw.

When it was Ma Tai's turn to draw, that feeling of suspense rushed to his head.

He drew a bamboo tile, and Ma Tai was overjoyed, his heart racing. He flipped his hand over and saw it was just a one-bamboo tile.

Disappointed, he didn't think much of it and casually threw it away.

"You won!" came Old Chen's voice.

Ma Tai hadn't yet recovered from the excitement of drawing the tile.

After looking at Old Chen's hand, he felt a jolt in the back of his head—a thirteen-card hand.

The game ended, and he calculated his chips.

Mrs. Ma lost a total of 2,700, Mrs. Lin lost over 1,000, Old Li broke even, and Old Chen won over 3,000.

Mrs. Ma took out her wallet from her handbag; she knew there was only a little over 1,000 in it.

She had originally planned to do everything in her power today to win back the 5,000 she had lost before.

Mrs. Ma placed a thousand yuan on the mahjong table. "Oh, I didn't bring that much cash today.

Here, Lao Chen, you take this first. We'll write an IOU and pay you back together tomorrow."

Lao Chen accepted the money from Mrs. Lin, frowned, and took out the three thousand yuan IOU that Mrs. Ma had written earlier from his wallet. "Mrs. Ma, we're friends, but even close brothers should keep clear accounts. This debt keeps piling up, it's not a good thing. How about you talk to your husband and pay back the money he owes me first?"

Mrs. Ma felt a chill run down her spine. She thought, "My husband has always been against me gambling, and he hates it when she's with Mrs. Lin. He says she's not proper. If he finds out, we'll definitely argue. Besides, my husband has been very troubled by business lately."

As Mrs. Ma was thinking, Lao Chen reminded her again, "How about I talk to your husband?"

Mrs. Ma stood up, took Mrs. Lin's hand, and went into the room.

"Mrs. Lin, could you lend me four thousand five hundred? I'll pay you back next month."

"Mrs. Ma, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm short on cash myself. How about we talk to some other relatives and friends?" Mrs.

Ma bit her lip, racking her brain for a list of potential friends and relatives.

Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on Mrs. Lin's face. "I've got it!"

Mrs. Ma eagerly pressed, "What's the method? Tell me quickly!"

Mrs. Lin's face held a hint of mystery. "Then you'll have to make do with this."

Mrs. Ma pressed on, "Tell me quickly!"

"Old Chen keeps telling me he really likes you. Maybe I can talk to him and you two can date, then you can settle your debt to him."

Mrs. Ma instinctively replied, "How can that be? I'm married, and I'm Xiaogang's mother!"

Mrs. Lin retorted, "What era are we living in? What's this talk of chastity? Let me tell you a secret. I've had affairs with both Old Chen and Old Li. My husband's often at sea, and I need things sometimes. He bought me a vibrator, but it gets boring after a while. Old Chen and Old Li are normal men, with normal male needs. When we're having sex, they're incredibly enthusiastic and attentive. They even lick my genitals—my husband doesn't offer that kind of service. Once, they were really naughty; they got together and had sex with me. At first, I wasn't used to it, but I got used to it, and it was the most pleasurable experience of my life. I orgasmed seven or eight times."

Mrs. Lin continued, her words flowing freely.

Mrs. Ma was struggling with her inner turmoil. "No wonder my husband didn't want me to get too close to Mrs. Lin. Now I've made a huge mistake. Zheng Hui, how can you do this to Jianxiong?"

But listening to Mrs. Lin's vivid description, her lower body reacted, secreting lubrication.

Instinctively, she tightened her legs, thinking, "It's just spreading my legs, letting someone press down on me, half an hour later.

All my troubles will be gone, and I won't see Old Chen again, that's all."

Mrs. Lin spoke up again, "You're not a virgin. These days, high-class nightclub girls only get two thousand a time, and those pretty girls in their twenties are prettier than us. You're charging over four thousand, which is twice as much as them. Okay! Enough said, Old Chen might not agree. I'll go ask him first." After saying that, she left the room. Mrs.

Ma bit her lip, still deep in thought.

Soon the door opened, and Mrs. Lin walked in with a beaming smile. "I'll handle this, I guarantee it'll be settled. Old Chen said he'll cover all the seven thousand yuan you lost. See how good he is to you? That's the price you'd pay for a minor celebrity. He said you have to go home and cook today, and tomorrow at three o'clock, you can come to his house to play at your leisure. He'll make sure you're home before five. To be honest, Old Chen's thing is really amazing, try it once and you'll be hooked."

She then took Mrs. Ma's hand and led her out of the room. Mrs. Ma lowered her head, biting her lower lip, and followed Mrs. Lin into the living room, like a traditional girl meeting a boy for the first time, with Mrs. Lin acting as the matchmaker.

Old Chen and Old Li sat in their chairs, smiling maliciously.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Mrs. Lin broke the silence with a smile. "Alright, that's it for today. Mrs. Ma will come to your place at three tomorrow. Old Chen, you'd better treat Mrs. Ma well."

She sounded like a nightclub madam, and then took Mrs. Ma's hand and saw her out.

Lin Tai swayed her hips as she returned to the living room, where Old Chen and Old Li were smoking.

Old Li stood up, stroking Lin Tai's hair, and half-pushed, half-pulled her to sit on a chair. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his already erect penis with his left hand, and brought it towards Lin Tai's mouth. With his right hand, he pressed Lin Tai's head down. Lin

Tai pouted and shook her head, trying to get rid of Old Li's right hand. Encountering resistance, Old Li increased the pressure of his right hand. Lin Tai's lips touched Old Li's still urine-smelling glans, and she reluctantly

opened her mouth to take in his penis. Old Li tilted his head back and gasped, making "Mmm! Mmm!" sounds of enjoyment.

He pressed Lin Tai's head down rhythmically with both hands.

Lin Tai closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying herself as she swallowed and released Old Li's penis, also making "Mmm! Mmm!" sounds.

Old Chen, watching the live sex show before him, swallowed hard, and his own penis began to harden.

Old Li suddenly pulled Lin Tai up and pushed her towards the mahjong table. Lin Tai lay on the table, half-closing her eyes and lowering her head, preparing to receive the enemy's torture.

Old Li, with his fully erect penis, lifted Lin Tai's skirt and pulled down her underwear. Lin Tai's underwear slowly fell to the ground along her thighs. Lin Tai slightly lifted her right foot, and the underwear hung on her left foot.

Old Li moved his legs forward and squeezed between Lin Tai's legs. Lin Tai instinctively spread her legs a little wider. Old Li held the base of his penis in his right hand and aimed it at Lin Tai's labia majora and minora. When the glans touched the labia, Lin Tai's whole body trembled.

Old Li, holding his erect and bulging penis, rubbed the glans up and down against her vulva a few times, and then thrust his hips forward violently.

At this moment, Lin Tai also suddenly threw her head back, letting out a cry as she accepted Old Li's sudden thrust.

Old Li began his piston-like thrusting motion. Lin Tai, supporting herself on her elbows, lowered her head, biting her lower lip, her body swaying back and forth in rhythm with Old Li.

With each thrust, Lin Tai hummed "hmm," her eye muscles tensing, it was hard to tell if she was enjoying it or in pain.

Old Chen stood up and pulled Lin Tai's tight-fitting t-shirt and bra over her head, pulling them off. Lin Tai moved her elbows in coordination, while also following Old Li's movements.

Old Chen reached out and touched Lin Tai's swaying 36-inch breasts, his fingertips teasing her nipples. Lin Tai tilted her head back, swaying her shoulders to avoid Old Chen's teasing.

Old Chen also pulled down his pants, revealing his prized 9-inch penis, and pulled Lin Tai's shoulders to the right, freeing her from the mahjong table.

Old Li and Lin Tai moved to the right in unison, but the thrusting continued.

Old Chen brought his penis close to Lin Tai's mouth, and Lin Tai grasped his penis with her right hand, opening her mouth to take in the glans.

Lin Tai, bent over, pressed her lower mouth against Lao Li's thrusts, while her upper mouth met Lao Chen's attack, involuntarily letting out soft moans.

Perhaps stimulated by the sight of Lin Tai performing oral sex on Lao Chen, Lao Li, holding Lin Tai's plump, white buttocks, quickened his piston-like movements.

Suddenly, Lao Li roared and violently swayed Lin Tai back and forth. Lin Tai, realizing that Lao Li was about to launch his final "cruise missile," spat out the penis from her mouth, but still tightly gripped Lao Chen's penis with her right hand for balance. She tilted her head back and swayed up and down, her nostrils flaring as she forcefully inhaled the surrounding air, her mouth wide open while loudly moaning "Ah ah" to encourage Lao Li's advance.

Lao Li tensed his leg muscles, and the sperm in his testicles shot out like bullets from his urethra, entering Lin Tai's uterus.

Lin Tai felt the viscous semen enter her, and at the same time, her uterus contracted, reaching orgasm.

Old Li waited until Lin Tai's uterus contracted, squeezing out the last drop of semen from the muzzle, and slowly pulled out his penis, which was covered in vaginal fluid.

Old Li slumped in the chair, catching his breath.

After Lin Tai came to her senses, she squatted down and put Old Chen's penis into her mouth again, swallowing and spitting out Old Li's semen slowly dripping from her vagina.

Old Chen stroked Lin Tai's curvaceous hair with his right hand and said, "How was it, Old Li? Did you have an orgasm?"

Lin Tai nodded and responded with a satisfied smile.

"Mrs. Lin, I think we should call it a day. I'm reluctant to give up your oral skills, but I need to save some for tomorrow's Mrs. Ma."

Mrs. Lin pretended to be angry and spat out Old Chen's penis, saying fiercely, "You men are all bastards, every one of you is fickle. From now on

, don't even think about fucking me again!" After saying that, she went to the bathroom to shower, but a wicked smile appeared on her lips as she thought, "Ma Jianxiong, you've finally met your match, daring to not even glance at me. Let's see how your wife will be played with tomorrow!"

Mrs. Ma left Mrs. Lin's house and walked home, her mind blank, two images repeatedly appearing in her mind.

Old Chen with his penis thrusting in and out of her hole; her husband cursing her harshly for having affairs with people like Mrs. Lin, and even saying he wanted a divorce.

No, I can't get a divorce. Mrs. Ma told herself.

Back home, she quickly cooked a few dishes and had dinner with Xiao Gang.

Xiao Gang noticed his mother seemed a bit distracted today and asked, "Mom, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Mom's fine,"

Ma Tai replied, avoiding Xiao Gang's gaze.

After dinner, Xiao Gang went back to his room to do his homework for his college entrance exams.

Ma Tai watched TV for a while when the phone rang.

A familiar voice came through the receiver; it was Jian Xiong. "Xiao Hui, I don't know if it's just bad luck lately, but that customer in Guangzhou says there's a problem with the quality of the goods we just delivered and refuses to pay. I'm still in Guangzhou discussing how to resolve the issue with them. I probably won't be back for the next couple of days."

"Oh,"

Ma Tai had intended to tell her husband about what happened today, but before she could speak, she heard Jian Xiong's message and swallowed her words. "Then be careful."

Jian Xiong had already hung up.

Ma Tai still held the receiver, gritting her teeth.

"I can't add to Jian Xiong's worries any further."

Ma Tai tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about how to deal with tomorrow.

She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Old Chen and Old Li, one in front and one behind, having sex with Lin Tai. Lin Tai was kneeling on the ground, seemingly enjoying Old Li's penis in her mouth, while Old Chen was doing the "old man pushing the cart" (

a euphemism for sexual activity). Suddenly, Old Chen and Old Li turned to look at her, their faces bearing knowing, lewd smiles.

It was almost three in the afternoon when Ma Tai, with heavy steps, arrived at Old Chen's door and rang the doorbell with trembling hands.

Old Chen opened the door, shirtless, wearing shorts and slippers.

His dark skin, typical of a construction worker, was roughened by sun and rain.

"Ma Tai, you're right on time. Come in,"

Ma Tai said, dragging her legs like a prisoner going to execution.

Old Chen smiled broadly. "Ma Tai, you look a little haggard. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Old Chen's smile was exactly the same as the one Ma Tai had seen in her dream the day before.

"But Mrs. Ma, you're still as feminine as ever, still so beautiful."

He said, stroking Mrs. Ma's hair with his right hand.

Mrs. Ma tried to avoid him.

"Come, sit down."

Old Chen lived in a bachelor apartment; the 300-square-foot (30-square-meter) room contained only a large bed, a television, and a dining table.

The kitchen and toilet were combined.

Old Chen made Mrs. Ma sit on the edge of the bed. "Mrs. Ma, please don't mind the small space. Come on, watch TV. I'll get you some tea."

He then pressed the remote control and went to the kitchen.

The television emitted a soft, groaning sound. On the screen appeared a blonde woman wearing black stockings, garter belts, and high heels, sitting on a black man's lap, legs spread wide, having sex.

Just then, Old Chen appeared next to Mrs. Ma with a cup of tea. As Mrs. Ma took the tea, she noticed that Old Chen's crotch seemed to be bulging like a small tent.

Mr. Ma shifted his gaze to the window, muttering, "Old Chen, you're such a pervert, watching this kind of TV."

"Hey, a bachelor has needs too, if not watching porn and masturbating. How can you live like this!"

As he spoke, his hand reached over again, stroking Mr. Ma's hair from top to bottom.

Mr. Ma initially flinched, but then let Old Chen touch him.

Old Chen seemed encouraged, pushing his luck further, bringing his thick, dark lips close to Mr. Ma's.

The moment their lips touched, Mr. Ma immediately turned away.

She lowered her head and said, "Old Chen, we need to clarify a few conditions beforehand.

First, you must tear up all the IOUs.

Second, write me an IOU to offset the money I lost to Mrs. Lin and Old Li.

Third, there can be no next time.

Fourth, I cannot kiss you.

Fifth, I must be home before five o'clock."

Old Chen replied, "I'll agree to everything, but I also have two conditions.

First, to leave a beautiful memory, you must wear heavy makeup. Second, you must wear the clothes I provide."

After saying that, he took out a pair of pointed-toe, stiletto-soled high heels from the bedside table, along with

a makeup case and a plastic bag.

Mrs. Ma looked at the high heels, which were at least five inches high.

Opening the makeup case, she found a full set of Japanese Shu Uemura cosmetics, including blush brushes and eyeliner brushes.

Opening the plastic bag, she found a long white pearl necklace that reached her chest, a pair of black stockings that reached her upper thighs, a black garter belt, a thong, a pair of black bras that barely supported her breasts, and a black transparent nightgown that reached her waist.

All the accessories were almost identical to those worn by blonde bombshells on TV.

Mrs. Ma threw the clothes onto the bed and yelled at Old Chen, "You pervert!"

She turned and ran towards the door.

"Wait!"

Old Chen called out. Mrs. Ma stood frozen in the doorway, as if in a movie. "Mrs. Ma, are you refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a curse? Let me tell you, either you give me back my five thousand seven hundred dollars, or you obediently put all these things on. The moment you step out that door, I'll call your husband and make him pay back the money. Do you think you're a celebrity, getting fucked for seven thousand dollars?"

Mrs. Ma thought for a moment, then lowered her head.

She turned back to the bed, picked up all the items, and went into the bathroom.

She closed the toilet lid and sat down.

Her mind went blank, but her hands began unbuttoning her shirt. After taking it off and placing it on her lap, her right hand skillfully unhooked her bra, and her 34-inch breasts fell out, swaying in mid-air.

She took off her shoes and placed them by the door.

She stood up, hung up her bra and shirt.

She took off her jeans and underwear and hung them behind the door.

Picking up a stocking, she placed her right foot on the toilet seat.

With both hands, she pulled the stocking back and forth until it was on her foot, slowly pulling it up. As she put it on, she felt its softness, knowing it must be high-quality.

She thought to herself, "Old Chen is really generous."

Because she was bending over, her long hair fell in front of her eyes. She used her right hand to tuck the loose hair behind her right ear and adjusted the stocking on her right thigh.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, exuding a seductive femininity.

She switched feet and put on

the stocking on her left leg. She fastened the garter belt in front and then behind her waist, securing the stocking with four buckles. Leaning

forward, she put on her thong. The thin string of the thong wedged between her vulva and anus. She swung her knees back and forth in place, adjusting the string, the friction stimulating her vulva and anus.

Matthew skillfully fastened her bra behind her back with her right hand, put on the pearl chain, and draped a robe over her shoulders.

She inserted her right index finger behind her neck, tilted her head and hand to the right, and her long, flowing hair swung out of the robe with the movement.

Her movements were graceful and captivating.

She opened her makeup box, applied blue eyeshadow, then red blush, and carefully drew a

bright red lipstick around her lips. Matthew leaned closer to the mirror and pursed her lips, which she had just applied lipstick to.

Her right hand, holding a large blush brush, swept the blush across both cheeks twice more.

Looking in the mirror, she was satisfied.

She bent down, letting her long hair fall over her right shoulder, supporting it with her right hand, and slipped on her five-inch heels.

With everything in place, Ma Tai returned to the mirror, adjusted her stockings, and slightly shifted her body, checking for any imperfections.

In the mirror, Ma Tai was radiant and beautiful, exuding the charm of a woman past her prime, a little alluring but with great poise.

Strangely enough, while it's common knowledge that women love beauty, dressing up so beautifully for construction worker Old Chen was a bit...unusual.

Perhaps this reflected the professionalism of women's pursuit of beauty.

Ma Tai took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door, and walked towards the bed.

Old Chen, sitting on the bed, stared at Ma Tai, mouth agape, dumbfounded by the way this graceful woman walked towards the bed with her head down.

With the help of the five-inch heels, Ma Tai's gait and the curves of her thighs were simply perfect.

Mrs. Ma sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You're dressed and made up. Take out the IOUs."

Old Chen, his hands trembling, handed Mrs. Ma the old IOUs and the one he had written while she was changing. Mrs.

Ma checked them and casually put them in her handbag, placed the handbag on the bedside table, lay down on the bed, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and said, "Come on."

At this moment, Old Chen had just come to his senses.

His shorts were bulging with his penis, like a desert fox's command tent.

Old Chen couldn't wait to take off his shorts, revealing his nine-inch-long, veiny penis. Mrs.

Ma saw everything out of the corner of her eye and could hardly believe her eyes. Instinctively, she put her right hand between her teeth and used sign language to express her astonishment.

Old Chen rolled over, spread his legs, and pinned Mrs. Ma down. He grabbed Mrs. Ma's left and right hands and pulled them apart, then used his right hand to open the black transparent nightgown.

A fair and tender body was displayed before Old Chen, accompanied by the mysterious backdrop of a black bra, garter belt, and stockings.

Old Chen's already taut penis adjusted upwards five degrees. Like admiring a work of art, he lovingly brought his thick, dark lips to Ma Tai's left nipple, taking the pink nipple into his mouth and sucking slowly, his tongue teasing the nipple.

His right hand moved to Ma Tai's right nipple, also teasing it slowly.

The nerves in both of Ma Tai's nipples rapidly transmitted pleasurable signals to her brain.

Ma Tai's head began to slowly sway from side to side, her throat emitting involuntary moans, and her legs began to slowly kick back and forth.

Old Chen, as if an actor receiving applause from an audience, increased the frequency of his movements, intensifying the signals in Ma Tai's brain.

Old Chen's mouth now moved to the right nipple, while his left hand began teasing Ma Tai's left nipple.

Ma Tai, receiving a new round of stimulation, began to breathe faster.

Old Chen sat up and gently bent Ma Tai's legs, slowly opening them to the sides. With his right hand, he pulled the thong off Ma Tai's vulva to the left. Her pink vulva, like her nipples, seemed to breathe with life. The pubic hair was short, like a manicured lawn, smooth and orderly. "

Another work of art," Old Chen mused, bending down and probing her clitoris with his tongue.

His serpentine tongue moved powerfully and darted within Ma Tai's tender labia, while his hands teased her nipples.

A surge of intense pleasure rushed from the back of Ma Tai's neck to the back of her head with a wide frequency and flow. Ma Tai arched her neck and cried out.

Her involuntary neck muscles twitched incessantly, and the muffled sounds in her throat and her breathing became even more rapid and intense.

A pornographic film was playing on the television, its moans echoing Ma Tai's.

Mrs. Ma remembered how her husband had done this for her when they first started making love, but it had later been removed from his list of services.

At the same time, Mrs. Lin's words echoed in Mrs. Ma's ears: "Old Chen was so enthusiastic and attentive when we did it. He even licked my genitals. Our husband never did that."

Old Chen sat up and knelt between Mrs. Ma's legs, closing them together. His hands found the side straps of her thong on either side of her waist and slowly pulled them down. Mrs. Ma slightly arched her back to cooperate, and the thong was easily removed.

Mrs. Ma instinctively opened her legs again.

Old Chen began rubbing the head of his nine-inch penis against Mrs. Ma's already excessively wet labia.

Mrs. Ma craned her neck to look at the glans rubbing against her vulva and asked in a coquettish voice, "Chen, do you have any condoms?"

Old Chen replied, "I don't have any."

Actually, Old Chen had a dozen condoms in a hidden compartment in his bedside table, but how could he let such a prey slip away? Mrs.

Ma disappointedly lay her head back down.

As Ma Tai tilted her head back, Old Chen was once again drawn to her stunningly beautiful face.

He continued to control the friction of his glans with his right hand, while his left hand reached behind Ma Tai's neck to lift her head, allowing her to continue watching the friction against her genitals.

Ma Tai thought of Jianxiong in Guangzhou and saw her current predicament. A wave

of rational guilt washed over her.

Ma Tai turned her face away, two streams of tears involuntarily flowing from the corners of her eyes.

But the waves of pleasure from her genitals made her groan incessantly.

Ma Tai closed her eyes, the physical groans battling with the tears of her heart.

Humans are so contradictory, like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, reason and emotion constantly clashing, merging, clashing again, merging again.

Old Chen was like a victorious general, a formidable force.

In a man's heart, possession is paramount; it seems men are born to possess.

Especially women; the possession of money is merely a tool to possess even more beautiful women.

Old Chen wanted this beautiful woman to witness his victory firsthand, especially since she was someone else's woman.

He forcefully twisted his left hand, directing Ma Tai's head towards his rubbing glans.

"Zheng Hui, open your eyes!"

Ma Tai slowly opened her tear-filled eyes, convulsing. Her makeup was melted by tears, making her look even more pitiful.

Ma Tai knew her moment of loss was approaching.

She watched as Old Chen gently parted her labia with his large glans, slowly penetrating her, millimeter by millimeter.

Old Chen intentionally slowed his penetration to prolong his pleasure.

As Old Chen slowly penetrated, Ma Tai felt her lower body gradually fill.

The feeling of fullness stimulated her, while the emotional trauma tormented her.

After all, besides Jianxiong, Old Chen was the second man in her life.

A victorious smile appeared on Old Chen's face; having satisfied his psychological pleasure, now he sought physical satisfaction.

Old Chen gently lowered Ma Tai's head with his left hand, pressed his hands against Ma Tai's knees, and quickened the rhythm of his penis thrusting in and out, feeling the smoothness of the stockings on Ma Tai's thighs.

Because she had already been possessed by Old Chen, Ma Tai's psychological burden gradually lessened.

She then focused entirely on the physical sensation, feeling Old Chen's large penis rapidly scraping against the walls of her vagina.

Her vagina involuntarily increased its secretions.

Old Chen leaned forward, pressing against Ma Tai, his hands around her shoulders, and shifted the car into fourth gear.

As the speed increased, so did the secretions from both Ma Tai and Old Chen, maintaining the lubrication needed for the acceleration.

Old Chen's penis withdrew and then plunged in.

Ma Tai's labia opened and closed

, producing a soft, grinding sound with the abundant secretions.

Each time Old Chen thrust quickly, the contact between his pubic area and Ma Tai's created a slapping sound of flesh colliding.

Ma Tai squinted, her facial muscles contracted, her brows furrowed, and her head tossed and turned.

Pleasant moans escaped her throat.

Several sounds echoed in the 300-foot space, more powerful than an eight-channel high-end sound system, tantalizing the listeners.

Ma Tai's elegant yet poignant face, her fair skin now pressed down by an unremarkable, dark-skinned construction worker, looked somewhat incongruous, like a beautiful woman mating with a wild beast.

At this moment, Ma Tai gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, as if she were strangling her father's killer.

Her two 34-inch breasts, though deformed by Lao Chen's pressure, still clearly showed the soft flesh inside swaying back and forth.

Her five-inch high heels rippled beautifully in the air.

At this moment, Ma Tai's physical sensations completely overwhelmed her; after all, Lao Chen's penis was several sizes larger than Jian Xiong's.

Suddenly, Ma Tai's uterus began to contract, and a surge of heat rushed through her central nervous system to the back of her head—orgasm had arrived.

Ma Tai's hands tightly embraced Lao Chen's arms. Her

legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, pulled closer to his body.

Her head rose beside Lao Chen's, her white teeth biting into his shoulder.

Lao Chen's glans also felt Ma Tai's uterine contractions, which tried to surround and prevent its advance.

Due to the increased friction, Lao Chen felt a wave of pleasure rising from below.

The final assault had begun. Old Chen gasped, his buttocks pounding like a pile driver in fifth gear, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as dense as raindrops.

Ma Tai's buttocks and breasts rippled with each strike.

Ma Tai felt Old Chen's glans harden and swell slightly, the muscles in his penis twitching. With a roar to the heavens, a gush of thick fluid spurted from his urethra, shooting deep into her uterus.

Simultaneously, Ma Tai's uterus contracted again, another orgasm arriving.

Ma Tai let out a long, piercing scream, her arms tightly gripping Old Chen's back, her fingernails digging ten red welts into his back.

Old Chen collapsed onto Ma Tai, panting heavily.

Ma Tai relaxed, but her muscles continued to twitch.

Old Chen rested on Ma Tai for a while, then rolled over and lay beside her, his left arm around her shoulder.

Ma Tai adjusted her head, resting it on Old Chen's chest like a kitten, her eyes scanning the large penis that had just taken her virginity.

Old Chen repeatedly stroked Ma Tai's smooth, neatly trimmed hair. "Hui, does it feel good?"

Ma Tai gave a deep, affectionate "Mmm."

Women are truly strange creatures; before offering themselves, they're always coy and coy.

After being fucked, they become docile and submissive.

Ma Tai felt Old Chen's semen slowly dripping from her vagina.

The two embraced, savoring everything that had just happened.

Everything returned to calm, with occasional moans coming from the television.

Ma Tai used her right hand to tidy her disheveled hair, her legs aching as she walked home, lost in thought.

Ma Tai's mind began to twist, repeatedly reliving the decadent pleasure and the large penis that had brought her ecstasy.

Thinking of her husband, Jianxiong, a wave of guilt washed over her. She cursed herself inwardly, "Zheng Hui, you're an unfaithful harlot."

Under the blazing sun, Mrs. Ma hurried home, carrying two bags of groceries she'd just bought from the supermarket, still regretting the five thousand dollars she'd lost at the card game that morning.

She glanced at her watch; it was already four in the afternoon.

Back home, she began her daily chores.

Mrs. Ma was thirty-eight years old and had been married to her husband for fifteen years. They had a fifteen-year-old son, Xiaogang.

Perhaps because she didn't need to work after marriage, she had always lived a life of luxury, maintaining excellent skin and figure.

At 1.65 meters tall, with shoulder-length hair and fair skin, although she had some crow's feet around her eyes, she looked only in her early thirties.

Mr. Ma owned a small hardware factory, which had initially done well.

However, with the relocation of factories from Hong Kong to the north, the factory had been operating at a loss for the past few months.

Xiaogang was still doing his homework in his room. Mrs. Ma had prepared dinner and was waiting for her husband to come home so they could eat together.

The phone rang suddenly. Ma Tai picked up the receiver, and a familiar voice answered—it was her husband, Jianxiong. "Xiaohui, I have a business dinner tonight. You and Xiaogang go eat first.

I won't be

home for dinner. I might be a little late. You go to sleep, okay?"

"Then come home early .

" "Okay!"

The phone hung up.

Ma Tai and Xiaogang finished dinner.

Xiaogang went to his room to do his homework.

Ma Tai watched TV alone in the living room.

The clock on the wall struck eleven.

She thought to herself that her husband might not be home until very late—that damn business dinner.

She yawned and went to her room to sleep.

In her hazy state, Ma Tai felt someone spread her legs.

Something hard was rubbing against her vaginal opening.

Suddenly, the hard thing forcefully pushed forward, tearing open her labia majora and minora.

Ma Tai instinctively bent her knees, trying to spread her legs to resist the sudden impact.

A dark shadow pressed down in front of her, and a nauseating smell of alcohol wafted from it.

Ma Tai's consciousness was now fully awake.

The dark shadow on her body began to rise and fall, and her lower body began a piston-like motion, thrusting in and out.

It was her husband, Jianxiong.

Matching her husband's movements, Ma Tai asked affectionately, "Honey, you're back."

Jianxiong didn't answer, vigorously repeating his previous actions.

But this time, the movements lacked their former gentleness; it seemed more like a release.

Ma Tai fell silent, her lower body enduring each thrust, the room filled with

the sounds of flesh colliding. 2. Compensation for the Card Game Today was Friday.

Ma Tai ate a quick lunch and started doing housework.

At 2 PM, the phone rang. "Hello, is this Ma Tai?

This is Mrs. Lin. Are you free to play cards this afternoon? We need one more player."

"Oh, hello Mrs. Lin. Sure, no problem. I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes."

Ma Tai hurriedly packed her things and left.

On the way, he told himself, "Today I must win back the five thousand dollars I lost yesterday."

Entering Mrs. Lin's house, the mahjong table was already set up.

His old rivals were already seated in order: Old Chen, 61, recently retired, dark-skinned, thin, used to be a construction worker.

His wife passed away two years ago, and he now lived alone.

Old Li, 62, also retired.

He weighed 190 pounds, bald, with a terribly bulbous nose.

Old Li had a wife in her fifties in the countryside, but he thought she was too rustic and wouldn't be presentable. Mrs.

Lin and Mrs. Ma were two years apart, 40 years old this year, a housewife in the public housing estate, with short, curly hair, slightly plump, but with fair and delicate skin.

Mr. Lin was a seaman, sometimes at sea for half a month at a time. Mrs. Lin

spent her time playing mahjong and getting beauty treatments.

She dressed up extravagantly all day long; no one knew where her money came from.

Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Lin were called the "Two Beauties of the Housing Estate" by the lecherous men of the estate; one was tall and slender, with a sophisticated appearance.

A petite, delicate woman.

The game began, and Ma Tai's luck was pretty good today; after four rounds, he had won over two thousand.

After four rounds, everyone chose new positions and the competition started anew.

Ma Tai thought that winning another three thousand would be enough to go home.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick; the situation reversed in those four rounds, and he lost all two thousand, even incurring a loss of two thousand.

It was the last hand of the four rounds, and Ma Tai had a pure suit of bamboo tiles, calling for a six-nine bamboo.

His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating.

He thought that if he could draw this hand, he could at least break even for the day.

When it was Ma Tai's turn to draw, that feeling of suspense rushed to his head.

He drew a bamboo tile, and Ma Tai was overjoyed, his heart racing. He flipped his hand over and saw it was just a one-bamboo tile.

Disappointed, he didn't think much of it and casually threw it away.

"You won!" came Old Chen's voice.

Ma Tai was still reeling from the excitement of drawing the tile.

After seeing Old Chen's cards, it felt like an electric shock to the back of her head—Thirteen of a Kind.

The game was over, and the chips were tallied.

Mrs. Ma lost a total of 2,700, Mrs. Lin lost over 1,000, Old Li tied, and Old Chen won over 3,000.

Mrs. Ma took out her wallet from her handbag; she knew there was only a little over 1,000 in it. She

had originally planned to do everything in her power to win back the 5,000 she had lost earlier.

Mrs. Ma placed a thousand yuan on the mahjong table. "Oh, I didn't bring that much cash today.

Here, Lao Chen, you take this first. We'll write an IOU and pay you back together tomorrow."

Lao Chen accepted the money from Mrs. Lin, frowned, and took out the three thousand yuan IOU that Mrs. Ma had written earlier from his wallet. "Mrs. Ma, we're friends, but even close brothers should keep clear accounts. This debt keeps piling up, it's not a good thing. How about you talk to your husband and pay back the money he owes me first?"

Mrs. Ma felt a chill run down her spine. She thought, "My husband has always been against me gambling, and he hates it when she's with Mrs. Lin. He says she's not proper. If he finds out, we'll definitely argue. Besides, my husband has been very troubled by business lately."

As Mrs. Ma was thinking, Lao Chen reminded her again, "How about I talk to your husband?"

Mrs. Ma stood up, took Mrs. Lin's hand, and went into the room.

"Mrs. Lin, could you lend me four thousand five hundred? I'll pay you back next month."

"Mrs. Ma, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm short on cash myself. How about we talk to some other relatives and friends?"

Mrs. Ma bit her lip, racking her brain for a list of relatives and friends.

Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on Mrs. Lin's face. "I've got it!"

Mrs. Ma eagerly pressed, "What's the method? Tell me quickly!"

Mrs. Lin's face held a hint of mystery. "Then

you'll have to make do with a little something." Mrs. Ma pressed, "Tell me quickly.

Old Chen keeps telling me he really likes you. Maybe I can talk to him, and you two can get together, and then your debt to him will be settled." "

Ma Tai instinctively responded, "How can that be? I'm a married woman, and I'm Xiao Gang's mother."

Lin Tai retorted, "What era are we living in? What's this talk of chastity arches? Let me tell you a secret. I'm skilled with Lao Chen and Lao Li. My husband is often at sea, and I have needs too. He bought me a vibrator, but it gets weak after a while. Lao Chen and Lao Li are normal men, with normal male needs. When they're with me, they're incredibly enthusiastic and attentive. They even lick my genitals, something my husband doesn't do. Once, they were really naughty and got together to have sex with me. At first, I wasn't used to it, but I got used to it, and it was the most pleasurable experience of my life. I orgasmed seven or eight times."

Lin Tai continued, her words flowing freely.

Mrs. Ma was struggling with her inner turmoil. "No wonder my husband didn't want me to get too close to Mrs. Lin. Now I've made a huge mistake. Zheng Hui, how can you do this to Jianxiong?"

But listening to Mrs. Lin's vivid description, her lower body reacted, secreting lubrication.

Instinctively, she tightened her legs, thinking, "It's just spreading my legs, letting someone press down on me, half an hour later.

All my troubles will be gone, and I won't see Old Chen again, that's all."

Mrs. Lin spoke up again, "You're not a virgin. These days, high-class nightclub girls only get two thousand a time, and those pretty girls in their twenties are prettier than us. You're charging over four thousand, which is twice as much as them. Okay! Enough said, Old Chen might not agree. I'll go ask him first." After saying that, she left the room. Mrs.

Ma bit her lip, still deep in thought.

Soon the door opened, and Mrs. Lin walked in with a beaming smile. "I'll handle this, I guarantee it'll be settled. Old Chen said he'll cover all the seven thousand yuan you lost. See how good he is to you? That's the price you'd pay for a minor celebrity. He said you have to go home and cook today, and tomorrow at three o'clock, you can come to his house to play at your leisure. He'll make sure you're home before five. To be honest, Old Chen's thing is really amazing, try it once and you'll be hooked."

She then took Mrs. Ma's hand and led her out of the room. Mrs. Ma lowered her head, biting her lower lip, and followed Mrs. Lin into the living room, like a traditional girl meeting a boy for the first time, with Mrs. Lin acting as the matchmaker.

Old Chen and Old Li sat in their chairs, smiling maliciously.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Mrs. Lin broke the silence with a smile. "Alright, that's it for today. Mrs. Ma will come to your place at three tomorrow. Old Chen, you'd better treat Mrs. Ma well."

She sounded like a nightclub madam, and then took Mrs. Ma's hand and saw her out.

Lin Tai swayed her hips as she returned to the living room, where Old Chen and Old Li were smoking.

Old Li stood up, stroking Lin Tai's hair, and half-pushed, half-pulled her to sit on a chair. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his already erect penis with his left hand, and brought it towards Lin Tai's mouth. With his right hand, he pressed Lin Tai's head down. Lin

Tai pouted and shook her head, trying to get rid of Old Li's right hand. Encountering resistance, Old Li increased the pressure of his right hand. Lin Tai's lips touched Old Li's still urine-smelling glans, and she reluctantly

opened her mouth to take in his penis. Old Li tilted his head back and

inhaled sharply, making "Mmm! Mmm!" sounds of enjoyment. He pressed Lin Tai's head down rhythmically with both hands.

Lin Tai closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying herself as she swallowed and released Old Li's penis, also making "Mmm! Mmm!" sounds.

Old Chen swallowed hard, watching the live sex show unfold before him; his own penis began to harden.

Old Li suddenly pulled Lin Tai up and shoved her towards the mahjong table. Lin Tai, lying on the table, half-closed her eyes and lowered her head, preparing to endure the enemy's torture.

Old Li, his penis fully erect, lifted Lin Tai's skirt and pulled down her panties. The panties slowly fell to the ground along her thighs. Lin Tai gently lifted her right foot, the panties hanging on her left.

Old Li moved his legs forward, squeezing between Lin Tai's legs. Lin Tai instinctively spread her legs slightly. Old Li, holding the base of his penis in his right hand, aimed it at Lin Tai's labia majora and minora. When the glans touched her labia, Lin Tai's whole body trembled.

Old Li, gripping his erect, veiny penis, rubbed the glans against her vulva a few times, then thrust his hips forward recklessly.

At this moment, Lin Tai also suddenly tilted her head back, letting out a cry as she received Old Li's sudden thrust.

Old Li began his piston-like thrusting motion. Lin Tai, supporting herself on her elbows, lowered her head, biting her lower lip, her body swaying back and forth in rhythm with Old Li.

With each thrust, Lin Tai made a soft "hmm" sound through her nose, her eye muscles tensing, it was hard to tell whether she was enjoying it or in pain.

Old Chen stood up and pulled Lin Tai's tight-fitting t-shirt and bra over her head, removing them. Lin Tai moved her elbows in coordination, while also following Old Li's movements.

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