Absurd invitation

To express my gratitude to Director Zheng for promoting Huifang, I specially invited the three main leaders from her workplace—Director Zheng, Secretary Liu, and Chairman Kang of the Trade Union—to my home for a meal. That day happened to be a Saturday, and my wife and I were discussing how to invite the three bosses from her workplace over. My wife suggested coming in the evening so they could have more time to chat, which I agreed with. So, in the morning, my wife and I went out to buy food and drinks, and in the afternoon, I accompanied her to a store to buy several beautiful and sexy nightgowns. I couldn't let my wife embarrass herself in front of the leaders, I thought to myself.
Back home, I let my wife try them on; they were truly sexy and alluring. I couldn't resist hugging and kissing her. This made my wife giggle: "Silly husband, stop fooling around. We need to prepare the food and drinks. When it gets dark and the bosses arrive, let's see how you handle them. Oh." My wife laughed and dodged away. "What are you afraid of? You're here. You're the star tonight. They've come especially to see you," I teased her. "Pah. Nonsense." "Honey, it's still more than half an hour before it gets dark. Let's sit down and rest for a while." I grabbed my wife and sat her on the sofa, then turned on the DVD player. It immediately played one of the pornographic films I'd put in last night, showing three men and one woman having sex. The female lead's moans filled the living room. My wife immediately stood up, seemingly very interested, as she had never seen porn before, let alone three men against one woman. She ignored my hugging, groping, and touching her from behind. Her eyes were glued to the scene on the screen.
Her breathing became heavier and heavier, her face flushed red, and her breasts heaved.
I was also aroused by the erotic scenes in the film. I reached out and unhooked my wife's bra from her new pajamas, easily pulled it off, and threw it on the corner of the sofa. I also pulled off her panties and threw them on the corner of the sofa as well. My wife, completely naked, ignored everything I was doing and remained standing in front of the sofa watching the drama unfold. She wanted to know why the female lead was so amazing—she could take on three people at once! What an incredible woman.
Under my caresses and embraces, my wife was already dripping with lust, her eyes blazing.
Just as I was about to take my beautiful wife right there, suddenly, "Beep. Beep. Beep." There was a knock at the door. Startled, I quickly put down my wife's sexy nightgown and turned off the porn on the DVD. My wife also quickly tidied herself up. I peeked through the peephole, and lo and behold, it was the three bosses—Director Zheng, Secretary Liu, and Chairman Kang of the Trade Union. I quickly opened the door to welcome them and politely ushered them into the living room. My wife, blushing, shook hands with each of them in her nightgown, expressing her welcome. Upon seeing such a beautiful, almost naked young woman before them, they were all stunned, forgetting even to respond with polite words.
Seeing this, I quickly guided them to sit down and told my wife to go cook. I chatted with the leaders while turning on the TV.
Perhaps because there were so many people, the kettle was quickly emptied. Director Zheng picked up the kettle, intending to boil some water. Seeing this, I quickly stood up: "Let me do it, you rest first." "Sigh, let me move around a bit, sitting all the time will make me fat." I couldn't refuse, so I let him boil some water. We boil water in the kitchen, so Director Zheng had to walk through a four-meter-long dining area to get into our kitchen. He closed the kitchen door behind him, and the room was filled with grease and steam. Huifang was busy cooking. My unreliable range hood always just spins without absorbing any smoke. I've been wanting to fix it, but I'm just too busy with work. I continued chatting with Secretary Liu and Chairman Kang.
About ten minutes later, seeing that Director Zheng still hadn't come out, I felt a little uneasy. I'd heard from others that Director Zheng was a bit lecherous, so I decided to go check on him. I pushed the restaurant door open; it opened, so everything seemed fine. The door wasn't even closed. I felt relieved, thinking to myself, "You can't always trust what others say."
I went inside, but my wife and Director Zheng weren't there. Oh, right. They must be busy preparing food in the kitchen. I thought confidently. I went to the kitchen door and gently pushed it—wait, it
wouldn't budge. It was locked shut. Why would they lock the door in broad daylight? I wondered. Suddenly, I heard my wife moaning from inside. "Ah. Ah. So good. Hurry up! Hurry up!"
I was instantly stunned. I stood there dumbfounded in front of the kitchen door, my mind blank. It turned out that my wife, busy in the kitchen, saw Director Zheng come in and quickly put down what she was doing, taking the kettle from his hand. "Oh dear, Director Zheng, how could I let you boil water? Come on, sit down. Let me do it."
Director Zheng then threw the kettle onto a chair beside him and pulled Huifang into his arms.
"Ah. You. Don't do anything rash." The wife said in a flustered whisper, "This is home, my husband is still here."
It's alright, your husband is chatting with Lao Liu and Lao Kang, and besides, I've already locked the restaurant door, no one can come in. My little beauty. I've missed you so much. This business trip has lasted for half a month. Do
you want me to come?" Director Zheng said, but his hands were not idle. He had already slipped under the hem of his wife's loose nightgown and was groping her all over. He made Huifang "eek." "No. No. I'm afraid. My
husband will find out. Please. Come when he's not here." The wife actually said this. I can't hold back anymore, will you let me have a go first? Little lady. "After saying that, Director Zheng pushed his wife face down onto the round cutting board, and in one swift motion, pulled up her pajamas and pulled them over her head. A fascinating scene unfolded before Director Zheng's eyes. A half-naked beauty lay sprawled on the dining table, most notably her large, white, and alluring buttocks, which were pertly raised high, revealing a deep crevice that would make any man's heart race.
Director Zheng, captivated by her beauty, didn't even have time to take off his pants before unzipping them, and his large penis shot out. It seemed his penis and her deep, cleaving vulva had known each other before, and had even been intimately acquainted; without a word, it plunged inside her. It was completely silent. Clearly, their coordination was flawless. "Oh!"
his wife roared, her whole body trembling. Fortunately, the range hood was on, so her roar didn't disturb the three people in the living room. Immediately afterward, Director Zheng, without stopping, gripped Hui Fang's wife's hips tightly and began thrusting with his erect penis." All I could hear from the kitchen was a series of loud, rhythmic "squeaks and squeaks." The sounds were so loud and rhythmic that all three of us in the living room heard them, but we all assumed Director Zheng was just helping Huifang chop vegetables. I was even a little grateful to Director Zheng for being so considerate of his subordinates. Luckily, I'm observant, so I got up to check. Who would have thought? Right here in my own home, in my own kitchen, my beloved wife was being vigorously penetrated by my boss, Director Zheng's, huge penis. Hearing my wife's moans, my heart bled. But curiosity compelled me to peer through the glass. I
couldn't see anything clearly. The kitchen was filled with so much oil and steam that I had to wipe the glass a few times to create a small hole, through which I could vaguely see what was happening inside. My wife lay naked from the waist down on the cutting board, like a lump of beautiful, fatty meat, at the mercy of her boss, Director Zheng.
I wanted to burst in, but reason prevented me from acting rashly. I, too, had my dignity and pride as a man, and besides, there were two senior leaders present in the living room. If they found out, how could my wife ever face her colleagues again? So, I watched helplessly as Director Zheng pressed my beloved wife down on the dining table and thrust into her nearly two hundred times. Moans filled the air. Her juices flowed freely. Slowly, she reached orgasm. Her vagina contracted sharply. This contraction was so powerful that Director Zheng lost control, and his long-stored ammunition—thick semen—rushed forth, gushing into Huifang's vagina.
The infusion of semen brought my wife to the peak of desire. She was now too weak to even make a sound, her mouth agape, trembling as she received Director Zheng's continuous stream of semen. Seeing the young woman beneath him so cooperative, Director Zheng excitedly turned her face towards him, showering her with passionate kisses. The woman, who had been the protagonist of the previous encounter, suddenly regained her strength, embracing him with a passionate, wet kiss. Even I, the victim, found my own penis inexplicably erect, as if the woman inside wasn't my own wife. A strange excitement and stimulation surged within me. Seeing this, I knew the show was coming to an end. To avoid being caught in the act and causing a scene, I sheepishly returned to the living room to continue chatting with Old Liu and Old Kang.
That night, despite not being a heavy drinker, I was still upset after unexpectedly discovering my wife's affair with Director Zheng. I insisted on toasting the three leaders, and ended up drinking nearly a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) myself, completely drunk, and soon passed out on the sofa. My wife also drank almost half a jin (250ml) of baijiu. Judging from her glazed eyes, she was pretty drunk too. The three leaders, however, were completely unaffected. They were used to drinking all the time and were well-versed in these things; I was no match for them. To show my gratitude for their patronage, and because I was still upset about discovering the affair, I kept toasting them, one glass after another, until finally my wife had to drink for me. We had originally planned to play mahjong with the three leaders after dinner, but seeing how drunk I was, my wife, Huifang, had to take my place. At the mahjong table, Director Zheng suggested that everyone contribute 100 yuan and start playing. The initial bets were 1, 2, and 5 yuan each. He also stipulated that whoever lost all their money first would have to take off a piece of clothing for every 10 yuan lost. Then, Director Zheng asked Huifang, "Xiaofang, what do you think? Are you brave enough to play this? If not, forget it." Secretary Liu and Chairman Kang chimed in, encouraging her. Although I was drunk, my mind was still clear. Hearing their words, I felt anxious because I knew my wife's temperament—she was stubborn and wouldn't care whether the other person was male or female. Sure enough, I heard my wife say boldly, "Who's afraid of who in today's society? Come on! I'll strip all three of you naked! Hahaha!" Perhaps the alcohol emboldened her, because my wife spoke with great conviction. "Clatter, clatter," the three leaders and Huifang began playing mahjong.
But all three of them had the same habit while shuffling the cards: they all intentionally or unintentionally touched Huifang's small hands. My wife, having drunk half a jin of baijiu, was oblivious to their groping and let them do as they pleased, her mind solely focused on the game. She firmly believed she could beat these three men.
Sure enough, because the three were so preoccupied with getting their share of the winnings, they didn't play properly and soon lost everything, each having to take off a shirt. What angered me was that none of them would take their own off, insisting that the winner do it. I was worried about this, afraid my wife would touch them. Then, slightly drunk, my wife stood up with a smile. Swaying unsteadily, she went to Director Zheng's side and reached out to unbutton his shirt. While undressing, she said, "I don't believe I can't get you out of this. Humph."
Because Huifang was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, and nothing underneath, her proud breasts were particularly prominent. Standing in front of Director Zheng, her two hazy breasts were pressed against his face, making it look like a wife breastfeeding. Chairman Kang was right behind his wife, and her sexy, round buttocks were swaying right in front of him. His small eyes were already fixed on her.
Only Secretary Liu was relatively proper, squinting and admiring the scene from afar. Then, my charming young wife, in one fell swoop, stripped all three of them down to their underwear.
She, however, was left completely naked. This made me very proud. Meanwhile, I was internally screaming, "Honey, it's time to stop.
Winning like this is dangerous!" But my wife kept playing, showing no sign of stopping; she was probably playing like a madwoman. This time, she took off all three men's vests. And she didn't even notice that their underwear was already bulging. "Haha! I won again, a self-drawn winning hand. 10 yuan each.
Hahaha!" My wife proudly pushed down the tiles in front of her and swayed as she stood up. It seemed the alcohol was working.
She was going to take off the three men's underwear.
At this moment, the three men excitedly stood up at the same time and went to an open area. My wife looked and laughed, "What? You lost, so don't even think about running away. Watch how I take your clothes off!" Saying this, my wife swayed and went to the middle of the three men. She was going to take them off one by one.
And the three men were quite cooperative, surrounding my wife. From the sofa's angle, the three men's genitals were already erect, pressing against my wife's body. The wife, swaying and bumping against the ground, was rubbing against the three large, erect penises. Although there was a layer of underwear between them, the three men were clearly quite excited. However, what reassured me was that all three of them were well-behaved; none of them reached out to touch or support Huifang's wife's body. They all kept their hands behind their backs, chests out, stomachs in, looking very gentlemanly.
Of course, the natural reaction of their lower bodies was an exception. The wife, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, saw the three big men surrounding her and felt very proud and excited, thinking she was the star of the night. She vowed to embarrass these three men in public.
She reached out and grabbed Director Zheng's underwear, pulling it down, but couldn't pull it off. Director Zheng's large penis was thrusting upwards, blocking the underwear. The wife was clearly very angry.
This seemed incredibly pathetic to everyone. Seeing her reach inside and touch something, they couldn't help but laugh: "Hehe.
So your underwear has a latch? It's so thick!" Little did she know, what she was holding wasn't a latch, but Director Zheng's huge penis. It seemed she'd drunk too much tonight. Soon, the wife skillfully pulled off all three men's underwear. But she didn't leave, instead staring curiously, "Huh? Why are the three latches still there?" Saying this, she squatted down and started playing with the three large penises, like a child who'd stumbled upon some strange toy. Think about it. What could a drunk person see in three penises? Besides, they were constantly oozing white, lustful fluid.
"Hehe, it's not a latch after all. It's three melting ice cream cones!" Huifang exclaimed excitedly, as if she'd discovered a new continent. "Honey, that's a penis, not an ice cream!" I tried to shout, but I couldn't make a sound because I was too drunk and had no strength left. I could only watch helplessly as my young and beautiful wife continued her performance. Surprisingly, the three leaders showed unusual patience, none of them intervening or speaking up to stop this absurd situation. They remained with their hands behind their backs, their six lecherous eyes fixed on my wife in the middle, enjoying her further performance. Their faces all wore expressions of self-satisfaction and pride. It was as if they were competing to see whose penis was the thickest and largest. Keep in mind, these three leaders in my unit were all over fifty years old. Perhaps because she was more familiar with Director Zheng, my wife started attacking his "ice cream." She casually swept her long, black hair back, opened her sexy little mouth, and slowly began to lick it. Then, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed Director Zheng's "ice cream" whole in one gulp. Her little hands weren't idle either. They reached out and touched the large ice cream.
"Huh. What are these two things? Round? Could they be two ice eggs?" the wife muttered to herself.
Her mouth, however, was busy. She munched on the large ice cream, her hands caressing the two large ice eggs.
Director Zheng had never experienced such treatment before. He couldn't take it anymore, and a stream of hot semen erupted,
not a drop left, into his wife's mouth.
The wife, thinking it was the heat of her mouth that caused the ice cream to melt faster, quickly ate it all. Finally, she even licked Director Zheng's large penis again and again before moving on to the other large ice cream. Only after finishing it all did she stand up satisfied, return to her seat, and shout, "Come on, let's continue playing. If you lose again, you'll have to go outside naked. Hehe."
Due to ejaculation, the three leaders, all over fifty, seemed to be running out of energy, especially Director Zheng, who had already ejaculated twice. They had no choice but to sit naked in their seats and continue playing mahjong. I strained to open my eyes and, oh my god! A bizarre scene unfolded in the restaurant. Three naked men were playing mahjong with a semi-transparent, beautiful young woman.
This time, Huifang wasn't so lucky, because the three leaders had reached a consensus: "We'll make our wives strip naked on the spot, but not forced, but voluntary—a gambler's gamble." In less than a round, his wife had lost all four hundred yuan; she seemed desperate. She kept urging the three men to play their tiles quickly. This time, Lao Kang won with a self-draw and a winning hand. Each of them had to give him 10 yuan. Huifang reached into the drawer of the mahjong table and rummaged around. But to her disappointment, she found nothing. Perhaps out of embarrassment, her already flushed, alluring white faces turned bright red. She slowly stood up, head bowed shyly, looking like a little girl who had done something wrong. She looked pitifully at the three grown men in front of her. The three men, seemingly quite considerate, said in unison, "Xiao Fang, how about this? It's not really appropriate for the three of us to help you undress. You can do whatever you want. Anyway, you've already stripped us naked." "Oh. We know. What's the rush?" Hui Fang never minced words. Before she finished speaking, she stole a glance at the sofa where I was lying, seeing me snoring like a dead pig. Then she turned away, ignoring me. Seeing the six small eyes of the three men staring at her with a dazed look, Hui Fang felt even more embarrassed. "You guys turn around first,"
she said coquettishly. "Okay, we'll listen to Xiao Fang!" The three men then turned their backs to their wife.
Seeing my wife lose at mahjong in the living room, and about to fulfill my promise—to take off a piece of clothing—I, still quite drunk, was clinging to a sliver of hope: "Huifang only took off one piece, it's nothing to worry about. Ah Fang, take it off, play well later, beat these three sons of bitches, and make them all roll."
After the three men turned away, my wife, blushing, began to take off a piece of clothing. Her hands fumbled around, completely lost. She couldn't find the zipper. Being so drunk, she was obviously powerless. Seeing no movement after a while, the three men turned around. And guess what they found? My wife, unable to open her pajamas, panicked. She started to lift them from the bottom up.
A beautiful, naked body was revealed before them. I stared, dumbfounded. How could my wife have revealed everything after only taking off one piece? I've bought her so many beautiful clothes! What exactly happened? In my drunken stupor, I completely forgot that before the three leaders arrived, my wife and I were watching a pornographic film.
My wife was so engrossed that she was practically dripping with lust, and she took off all her underwear.
Then, when the leaders arrived, in her haste, she forgot to change. I could only watch as things unfolded. The scene before me was... two slender legs. Above that were shapely, sexy thighs and a pert buttocks.
A thick, dark forest. Further up was a smooth abdomen, but what truly captivated men were probably her alluring, luscious breasts. It's because my wife is so beautiful. Any man who saw her would want to... to have sex
with her. Further up... wait... where did my wife's head go? Sigh. She was only focused on taking off her clothes. She had completely forgotten that she was only wearing a nightgown tonight. While my wife was struggling to free her head from her nightgown, Director Zheng and the other two immediately surrounded Huifang again. My heart was in my throat. Worried that the three men might do something inappropriate to Huifang's wife, I was at my wit's end. What should I do? I
was anxious and helpless, unable to utter a single word. It was all my fault for drinking so much. And my wife's fault too; I drank too much, and you drank too much too! Just as my wife was busy taking off the nightgown covering her head, Director Zheng and the other two kept praising her, "Xiaofang, Xiaofang, you are so beautiful! You are the most beautiful woman we have ever seen. We are willing to kneel at your feet." After saying this, the three of them knelt naked around my wife. It seemed they wouldn't force themselves on me, and I felt relieved.
Because I believed that although my wife was drunk, she still had a sense of shame. As long as she said "stop," her three former superiors would probably back down for the sake of their reputation. At this moment, my wife, who had finally taken off her nightgown and was also naked, saw the scene before her and heard the three men's praises. She was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and her eyes were filled with lust. I think this might also be related to the fact that she and Director Zheng had just had sex before dinner, perhaps because of lingering feelings. That alluring sexual pleasure, combined with the exciting and stimulating sex scenes from the porn we had just watched, would completely shatter her sense of shame and moral defenses. Because after several years of marriage, she and I are like our left and right hands, lacking any novelty, let alone sweet talk. And this is exactly what a young married woman needs most.
She really needs praise and compliments. As the saying goes, "A woman adorns herself for her lover." And indeed, "what you fear most is what happens."
I saw my wife treating the three of them like three little children, bending down and stroking their faces with both hands. But then... Her alluring breasts were pressed against the lips of Director Zheng and Chairman Kang. As if they understood each other perfectly, the two simultaneously began sucking on my wife's breasts. Seeing that he wasn't getting a turn, Secretary Liu, standing behind her, simply started kissing her shapely buttocks, while his hands roamed restlessly between her thighs. Seeing this, I thought: "Oh no. If this continues, my sexually aroused young wife will definitely become wildly lustful.
How am I going to handle this?" My mind was already a complete mess. But amidst the tingling sensation, a hint of excitement and stimulation was stirring. This was the first time I had witnessed my beautiful wife simultaneously enjoying the services of three men. Thinking about the scene that was about to unfold, and the exciting scene between Director Zheng and my wife in the kitchen before dinner,
my lower body was throbbing, slowly growing thicker and harder. It seemed even more eager than Director Zheng, Secretary Liu, and Chairman Kang, wanting to... to... this beautiful young woman before me. Drunk, I almost mistook my wife for a beautiful, sexy actress from a porn movie. "Ah. No. Oh. God. It feels so good. Faster.
Faster. Eat it. Oh. Oh." At this moment, the lewd moans of the actress from the living room came through.
"My husband is here. No. Ah. No. No." The actress said while twisting her charming waist. "Aren't you my husband's superiors? Ah. Oh. Oh." Although the actress said no, her hands tightly hugged Director Zheng and Chairman Kang's heads, as if she wanted them to suck and eat more intensely.
"Ah!
Ya!" The female protagonist screamed, as it turned out that Secretary Liu's mouth was already on her clitoris. She couldn't take it anymore and let out a scream. It startled the four of us men. Seeing this, the three of us, befitting our leadership, immediately stood up and lifted the almost limp female protagonist onto the mahjong table. They took turns kissing her feet, hands, legs, arms... kissing her all over. The
kisses made the female protagonist moan continuously, panting heavily, writhing from side to side, her eyes glazed, revealing a seductive, half-womanly state of wanting but not wanting. Her hands groped and pulled restlessly, as if she was looking for a way to relieve herself. The root of the problem—big dicks. The female protagonist is indeed young; despite the attacks of my three older bosses, she still has the strength to fight them off with both hands. She actually grabbed one thick, large dick in each hand, and they all looked longer and thicker than mine! Truly, old age doesn't diminish virility! Even I couldn't help but privately admire my three older bosses. I muttered to myself: No wonder she can become a unit leader; with that undiminished virility, she's certainly worthy of the position. I deeply regretted my own small, weak penis. It couldn't even satisfy the basic sexual desires of my beautiful, young wife, let alone make her feel ecstatic during sex. Alas. I'm truly unworthy of being a man.
"Mmm." I opened my eyes and saw that my wife's moaning mouth was now covered by Lao Kang's bearded mouth. Lao Kang was a heavy smoker, his breath reeking of nicotine. Normally, my proud and confident wife would never let him get so close; she hated smokers. But today was different. Drunk, she was already overflowing with lust from the three older men's teasing. Seeing the nicotine-smelling tongue enter her mouth, she didn't refuse; instead, she excitedly sucked it in, letting it entwine fiercely with her own tongue. She released the two large penises, forgetting herself, and stretched out her limbs to embrace Lao Kang's head, passionately kissing him. The two large penises, deprived of their caresses, began searching for their original host—the slut? With the heroine's upper body occupied, they could only attack the lower half.
What I truly didn't expect was that Lao Zheng and Lao Liu had the same goal—to simultaneously move their cannons, aiming at the female protagonist's alluring cave—forward. Forward! At this moment, I even thought of the national anthem—the March of the Volunteers. The two majestic, imposing cannons instantly advanced to their destination, but then both came to a complete stop. I looked closely and realized that their bodies had bumped into each other, creating a traffic jam. The two cannons wobbled precariously at the entrance. Neither could advance an inch. Lao Zheng, true to his role as the unit leader, was skilled in organization and management. He immediately ordered Lao Liu to climb onto the mahjong table, and instructed him to spread his legs and lie prone on top of the female protagonist, placing his hands on her delicate breasts and helping Lao Liu's cannons aim at the cave. With a push of his hands on Lao Liu's buttocks, there was a "whoosh," and Lao Liu's cannons vanished instantly. As Old Liu's cannon disappeared, the female protagonist at the mahjong table, quick-witted, tried to squeeze her two alluring thighs together. But in the blink of an eye, Old Zheng's cannon, meeting the female protagonist's legs in a pincer attack, thrust upwards with a "whoosh," disappearing into her mysterious cave. At this moment, the female protagonist's legs no longer contracted to attack the invading enemy; instead, they contracted defensively, deliberately relinquishing their role as the two flanks of the attack, letting them naturally separate. This was to lure the enemy deeper into the interior for an internal strangulation.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but admire the female protagonist's bold tactical strategy; she had completely forgotten that she was her beloved wife. This showed just how intense and exciting the scene and the battle were.
My own little cannon was also aroused by the live sex show. I only regretted being too drunk to participate. Otherwise, even though my cannon was small, I still had room to fight. I thought confidently. "Plop.
Plop... Plop... Plop... Plop... Plop... Plop... Plop... Plop..." All I could hear was the lewd sex music playing on the table. I saw Old Liu riding a warhorse, his hands tightly gripping two high, tender breasts, his buttocks moving up and down like a horse driving its steed. Old Zheng, on the other hand, presented a different, more pleasing scene—he was holding one jade leg in each hand, plowing the fertile field beneath him like an old man pushing a cart. Perhaps the female protagonist had never enjoyed such lavish treatment before—a cave being bombarded by two cannons, her delicate mouth, wanting to cry out, was ruthlessly occupied by the enemy. Her only space to survive—was her own consciousness and her body, which was beyond her control.
The only thing she could do was tremble. Sway her hips. Twist. And offer herself up to receive. Just as I was engrossed in admiring this alluring live sex show, and getting into the mood, I suddenly heard a loud scream from the dead.
"Ah!" I was jolted awake. I was half-awake. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the female protagonist had broken free from Lao Kang's tight grip and was excitedly releasing the pent-up sexual tension from earlier. "Oh. Oh. Mmm.
Mmm. Ah." Her soft moans and gasps filled the air, further amplifying the allure of the live sex show. This excited me, the only spectator, even more. My erection nearly burst forth. Seeing his subordinate's young wife moaning and writhing beneath him, Director Zheng wore a smug expression. He issued new battle orders while deeply thrusting his large penis into the beautiful woman. First, he ordered Lao Kang to switch places with him, to fight on a different side.
He didn't want the neighbors to hear the female protagonist's cries. Lao Kang, however, was already impatient. Due to the long... Time kissed the female protagonist. His desire, aroused by her, burned ever brighter. Before Director Zheng could retreat, he charged forward, his enormous penis in hand. Even though he was the top leader, on the battlefield, who cared so much?
Seeing this, Old Zheng quickly withdrew, lest Old Kang's cannon accidentally fire and injure him. Perhaps it was because Old Kang was late to the party, but his cannon seemed exceptionally powerful, unable to squeeze into the hole for a moment. Then, an unexpected thing happened: Old Kang felt himself being pushed forward, and with external force, his enormous penis finally entered smoothly. Grateful, he hurried... He turned back to look for help. Huh? Nobody was there. Old Zheng had already rushed to the front lines.
Who else could it be? Could it be the third man? He glanced at me and couldn't help but laugh. Because what he saw was me—still lying on the sofa like a lump of mud. Strangely, he was still wondering. Suddenly, he felt someone pushing him. He reached back and grabbed. Hehe. He caught her. He looked down carefully and laughed again. It turned out to be the heroine's pair of jade-like legs helping him. Knowing the truth, he felt grateful and repaid the kindness by violently thrusting his large penis into the beautiful wife beneath him. With a kind offer of help,
the female protagonist, feeling the impact of the huge penis, was about
to scream in ecstasy when she suddenly smelled a fishy odor. It turned out that Old Zheng's penis had arrived just in time, forcefully suppressing the roar that was about to erupt from her ecstasy. The female protagonist's face turned red, and cold sweat appeared on her nose. She could only desperately sway her waist and
hug Director Zheng's thick waist tightly, actively sucking on his large penis to relieve the pressure. As the head of the unit, Old Zheng had no reason to be manipulated. He pressed down on the female protagonist's head with both hands and
began to thrust hard from above. Because his penis was so long, at first, the female protagonist's mouth could not fully accommodate it, but later, under his powerful thrusting, his large penis could actually go all the way in. The female protagonist's small mouth was in a big "O" shape. "Mmm" kept coming. Old Liu, who was above the female protagonist, saw his superior being so vigorous and was not willing to be outdone. He lowered his head and sucked on the female protagonist's breasts while thrusting hard downwards. The three old men went back and forth, each trying to outdo the other in their ferocity and masculinity. They were competing to show off their prowess and manly dignity, completely
disregarding the pampered wives beneath them. But they all shared a clear thought—the woman writhing beneath their penises wasn't their own wife, but the beautiful young accountant from their workplace, alluring and sexy, lively and adorable, slender yet voluptuous.
This was the fundamental source of their excitement and stimulation. They knew that compared to their own haggard old wives at home, having the opportunity to enjoy such a superior young woman was an immense honor! A true godsend!
Hahaha. The three men laughed proudly as they thrust in and out, brimming with masculine confidence.
The female protagonist seemed to have been aroused. Climax after climax, she writhed her alluring waist in ecstasy. Her vulva tightened, and her lips contracted.
This tactic worked. The three old men, being of advanced age, could no longer resist the seductive advances of the beautiful married woman. Under the onslaught of her tight, contracting vagina, they all succumbed. With a simultaneous roar, they tightly embraced different parts of the heroine's body. Their accumulated semen—a large amount of white, hard semen—was completely poured into her vagina. Looking at the heroine on the mahjong table, she was trembling, already
brought to a climax by the thick, hot semen. She wanted to scream, but with semen in her mouth, she couldn't bear to waste it. Excess semen was flowing out, and some spilled from the corners of her mouth, but I noticed she quickly swallowed it all and licked the area around her mouth clean with her tongue. At the same time, she passed out, exhausted and satisfied. Her body lay sprawled on the mahjong table in my living room, still shapely and alluring.
This spectacular moment had me burning with desire, unable to control myself. A quick ejaculation followed, and I too succumbed. Looking at the scene, the three old men were all collapsed on the floor beside the table, panting heavily.
It seems the leading lady at the table is truly skilled. I fell deeply in love with her, thinking I would be so content to marry her, unaware that she was my most beloved wife.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, coupled with the excitement and stimulation of the previous scene, and the full force of my actions, I fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't until the morning, when my wife woke me up, that I woke up. But my head was still a little dizzy, to the point that I couldn't remember anything about my wife being... well, you know. I only remembered inviting three bosses to my home for dinner and having my wife play mahjong with them. I vaguely remembered watching a rather explicit adult film together.
The leading lady looked remarkably like my wife. And the plot was quite alluring and exciting, involving three men against one woman. Oh, I finally remembered, it must have been an adult film on DVD. And afterwards, whenever I thought about it, my penis would automatically become erect. It was particularly exciting and unforgettable. When my wife saw me wake up, she told me that she had played mahjong with the three of them all night and had just seen the three bosses off. I happily kissed my wife. After I ejaculated and passed out, the three bosses rested for half an hour to recover their strength. They didn't play any more mahjong, but instead admired their spoils—the limp, naked, beautiful young wife. They looked very proud!
Old Liu suggested we rest for a bit, so he sat on the sofa. Finding that I was taking up the whole sofa, he, Old Huang, and Old Kang carried me into the bedroom and closed the door. Old Kang saw a DVD remote on the coffee table, reached for it, and turned on the DVD. "Oh. Oh. Ah. I'm so happy. Ah." The lewd sounds from the video immediately attracted the attention of the three bosses. Three men and one woman. What a coincidence. Hahaha. The three of them laughed lewdly. Their eyes turned to the naked, beautiful young woman at the mahjong table—my wife. Her
exquisite and alluring curves. A woman's alluring breasts. A dense, dark forest. Long, slender legs. The three men's desire slowly rekindled. Just then, the female protagonist at the mahjong table woke up, got off the table, and stood swaying in front of the three men, her eyes still alluring and dreamy. With a charming, hesitant expression, she said, "You three lost, didn't you?
Hehehe." The female lead's words were astonishing. The three bosses were all stunned. So she hadn't forgotten the mahjong game from earlier.
Hearing the lewd moans from the pornographic film and seeing the alluring, naked young woman before them, the three bosses regained their vigor and pounced like three wolves, quickly surrounding the lonely wife of their subordinate. Imitating the pornographic film, they began a new round of all-out assault. The female lead in the pornographic film and the real-life female lead simultaneously emitted waves of irritating moans, which echoed throughout the living room and even reached outside the window.
The battle didn't end until dawn. But Huifang was still lost in the game, her mind still fixed on the wins and losses of mahjong.
It was as if everything was still a continuation of mahjong. Unfortunately, as her husband, I couldn't remember anything either.
Life went on like the wind.

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