The song and dance troupe

It was late September. Our city, in its efforts to revitalize the economy and enhance its local image through reform and opening up, was inviting a large national song and dance troupe to perform. In our small city, this was the first ever grand cultural event of its kind. The government had been promoting it extensively for months, and everyone was eagerly anticipating the day to witness the brilliance of the stars.

The day finally arrived. A massive open-air stage was erected at the city stadium. However, the stadium lacked tiered seating around the football field; only rows of seats were arranged on the flat ground. I heard that only a thousand seats were allocated for high-ranking officials, government officials, and department leaders. Many people were trying to get tickets through connections, but they were extremely scarce.

Our company was allocated five tickets, which were too many for the leadership to handle. I could only get one, and considering Wenwen's feelings, I gave it to someone else. The day before, I went to check on the venue. A thousand seats were installed directly in front of the stage, with a waist-high fence built around the seats from the side of the stage. Behind the stage, there was a large open space for the general public to watch the performance.

That day, I told Wenwen that the venue was too small to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators, so we had to get there early to get a good spot; otherwise, even if we squeezed to the back, we wouldn't be able to see anything. My wife agreed and asked what I should wear. I said it wasn't a performance, so I could wear anything, but then added, "Just wear a t-shirt dress or a miniskirt, dress up nicely in front of everyone!"

Wenwen hesitated and said, "Honey, it's not good to be too revealing in front of so many people!" I joked, "Oh! It's okay. When the lights come on, it'll be dark down there, so no one will notice if you're not wearing any clothes!" My wife exclaimed, "You're so annoying! You're the one who's not wearing any clothes, shameless!" I laughed out loud, thinking to myself that she should look even more alluring at the gathering of thousands.

With my subtle prompting, Wenwen decided to wear a t-shirt dress for comfort. I teased her with a smile, "You little slut, why don't you take off your bra and underwear tonight? I'll keep you company this time, how about it?" My wife slapped me and said, "Honey, you're shameless! What if a gust of wind lifts your skirt and you embarrass me in public?" She firmly disagreed with not wearing anything.

I really wanted Wenwen to walk around naked on the street, but it was just a strange psychological urge. I figured there were probably plenty of women on the street who weren't wearing anything under their skirts, and they wouldn't even notice if they passed by. My wife laughed and told me to get lost, jokingly telling me not to wear pants to the show that night, because lots of women would want to see me brandishing my big dick.

After work that afternoon, we went home immediately, quickly ate something, and prepared to head to the party two hours early to secure a good spot. Before leaving, Wenwen said she wanted to take a shower. She picked up her light yellow-green t-shirt dress and pink underwear and went to the bathroom. While she was there, I suddenly had a plan: I would take advantage of the time crunch and her inability to find them to force her to not wear them out.

I went into the bathroom and secretly slipped the t-shirt I had left outside the shower stall into my pocket. Then I hid all the clothes I usually wore in the closet. When Wenwen finished showering and was getting dressed, she exclaimed, "Where's mine? I clearly brought it with me, how come it's gone?" My wife is always naive and didn't think much of it. She came out wearing the t-shirt dress, combing her hair as she asked me to find her another one.

I said okay, okay, and started rummaging through the closet, shouting, "What's going on? I can't find it!" I pretended to rush out of the room, glanced at the clock, and yelled at my wife, who was still fixing her hair, "Oh no! It's 6:30! We have to leave quickly, or we won't get a good spot! You little vixen, stop being so vain! Hurry up! Hurry up! Let's go!"

I grabbed Wenwen's arm and started walking. She panicked and yelled, "Oh no! I'm not wearing anything! How can we go?" I deliberately looked at her lower body and said with a smile, "You're not wearing anything? I can't tell!" Then I pulled her and said, "If you're not wearing anything, you're not wearing anything. Nobody will see. We're running late, let's go, let's go!" And so, my wife, without any clothes on, was pushed and pulled out of the house by me.

Wenwen, wearing only a thin t-shirt dress with nothing underneath, sat sideways on my motorcycle. One hand was around me, and the other tightly covered her crotch, as if afraid. When we arrived at the stadium, I had just parked the motorcycle when she gripped my arm tightly, looking very shy, her face flushed. She lowered her head and nestled close to me, her other hand always placed in front of her thigh, ready to prevent the wind from lifting her dress and exposing her.

I was overjoyed; I really hoped a strong wind would blow up Wenwen's dress so the audience who came to see the show could first admire her beautiful body and alluring curves. My wife walked with such discomfort, as if others knew she wasn't wearing underwear. I pulled my arm around her waist, pressing her against my body, and said, "You little slut, don't be so guilty, okay?"

Wenwen ignored me, still holding onto my belt with one hand and her other hand in front of her. I laughed and teased, "Haha, you little vixen are usually so sly, don't be so coy! Nobody saw you were naked down there!" Hearing me tease her, my wife pinched my arm hard and said shyly, "You're so annoying! It's all your fault, what if someone saw you? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"

I comforted her, "Ha! It's really okay, very few people here recognize us! Even if they did see us, they wouldn't know who we are! Don't believe me? Try lifting your skirt!" My wife relaxed a lot and joked, "Pshaw! Why don't I go on stage and perform a naked dance, so tens of thousands of people can admire your wife's beautiful body!" I laughed and said, "Great!"

We arrived at the stadium's football field, chatting and laughing. Audiences were gradually arriving from all directions to watch the evening's performance. There were many people maintaining order around the area. Since it was still early, there weren't many people in the seating area, but there were already over a thousand people outside the railings. We managed to secure a spot in the first row outside the seating area by pushing through the crowd, and my wife and I squeezed into the second row.

Wenwen followed behind me, weaving through the crowd, finally forgetting she wasn't wearing a bra. Standing beside me, she happily exclaimed, "Thank goodness! We were so lucky! We almost couldn't find such good seats!" As she spoke, the number of people continued to increase. Soon, several more layers of people appeared behind us, and after half an hour, we lost count of how many layers there were. By 7:30, it was a sea of people, a dense, dark mass.

The party was scheduled to start at 8:00 PM. Before the performance began, I looked around. In front of us were four girls, probably who had come together, chatting happily while leaning against the railing. To my left stood an older man in his fifties, and to my right, of course, was Wenwen. Next to her was a middle-aged couple; the woman was close to Wenwen, and judging from their attire, they seemed to be residents of the suburbs. The two were talking.

I glanced back and saw a couple in their forties standing behind me to my left, probably a husband and wife. They weren't very tall, and the woman was peering at the stage through the gap between me and the older man. Behind Wenwen stood a young man who looked to be about my age, around thirty, wearing a red vest, suit, and shorts; he was quite handsome.

To the right of the young man was an elderly couple from the city, both wearing glasses. The man held a small folding fan, and the woman held a small round fan; they were chatting leisurely while fanning themselves. The entire venue, both inside and out, was packed with people. They were practically shoulder to shoulder, constantly jostling and swaying in the throng. The air was thick with heat.

I glanced back at the stage for a moment, then found myself turning back to look specifically at the young man behind Wenwen. He was a little taller than me, with slightly curly hair, large eyes, and dark, ruddy skin. His eyes shone brightly in the early evening light, but his expression conveyed a shrewd, experienced yet casually playful air. He was quite robust, with clearly defined muscles in his arms; he seemed like a reasonably agreeable man.

Night slowly fell, and the seats were now full. The stage lights gradually came on, and soon only a sea of dark figures could be seen around us. Except for heads bobbing about, everything below the shoulders was shrouded in darkness. People tried to push forward, resulting in constant jostling and pushing. The atmosphere was electric, everyone's enthusiasm was at an all-time high, eagerly awaiting the start of the spectacular song and dance performance.

At 8:00 sharp, all the stage lights were turned on, and the beams of colored lights, illumination lights, and decorative lights rotated continuously. At this moment, gongs and drums resounded, firecrackers crackled, and fireworks of various colors and patterns burst forth in the sky surrounding the stadium

. Simultaneously, the deep red curtain of the stage opened to both sides, and a male and female host, dressed in elegant attire, made a dazzling entrance from the backstage on the left. The hosts gave an overall introduction, followed by speeches from city leaders. After about ten minutes, they finally announced the start of the evening's performance. The first program was the Yellow River Cantata, a classic piece. The grand scale, the beautiful music, and the performers' powerful voices were truly breathtaking, evoking a sense of longing in the audience—a genuine aesthetic experience.

The second program was a folk song accompanied by dance, followed by a skit. The fourth program was a love song duet, immersing the audience in a romantic atmosphere. My right hand, which was around Wenwen, naturally slid to her upper body. The warm, fleshy feeling aroused me, and my fingers unconsciously traced upwards along her skirt, as if wanting to reach under her clothes from behind to touch her.

Wenwen panicked, turning to the side and pulling my arm forward, linking it with her left arm. She adjusted her skirt with her right hand while glancing behind her, as if afraid someone would see my "shameless" actions. The performance on stage, which had originally been a medley of love songs, had somehow changed to another classic duet, a melancholic love song. The gentle melody transported the listener to distant, heartbreaking times of love.

Just as the female singer began the second verse, Wenwen shifted slightly forward, reflexively glancing back before continuing to watch the performance. After a while, she tugged at my hand and whispered in my ear, "Honey, people behind me keep pushing me!" With my eyes still on the stage, I replied without thinking, "Yeah, there are so many people tonight, it's bound to be a bit crowded! Look, the show is wonderful, the love songs are so moving!"

Several verses of this love song were quite long and truly beautiful; the tender, affectionate vocals seemed to transport the listener back to the days of courtship or the entanglements of love. At this moment, Wenwen visibly shifted her body, grabbed my arm with both hands, and anxiously whispered in my ear, "Honey... behind us... that guy behind us is being a pervert..." I immediately said, "Don't talk nonsense! It's normal to bump into someone in a crowded place!"

Wenwen didn't say anything and continued watching the show, pressing even closer to me. But as the love song duet was about to end, my wife pinched my wrist hard, then looked at me with a soft, whining voice and said, "Honey! That guy behind us is a real pervert! Really... that guy seems to be touching me on purpose! He's touched me several times!" My wife spoke with certainty; a woman's intuition is usually accurate.

Hearing Wenwen say that someone was deliberately touching her immediately alerted me. I was about to turn around and intervene, but a thought flashed through my mind and I suddenly changed my mind, remaining firmly in place. I thought to myself, Wenwen really did run into someone. Perhaps it was fate's arrangement. In recent years, my wife's lust had increased, and besides work, she thought about sex every day, while I, her husband, couldn't satisfy her needs!

So, with my encouragement and secret cooperation, Wenwen found several lovers with big dicks. In the process of selecting big-dick men, she also had sex with dozens of men, if not countless. Coincidentally, I also like other men to have sex with my wife, the more they have sex with her, the more excited she gets! I especially like the feeling of my wife's moist body and smell after being with other men!

It's really exciting that a man touched Wenwen at this party with thousands of people gathered here tonight. I secretly decided: let him touch her, touch her deeply and make my wife horny in public, that would be more fun! My right arm was always held by Wenwen's left hand. After being touched a few times by the man behind me, in desperation, she also grabbed my arm with her right hand, looking at me with a pleading expression.

I pretended to be calm and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a fuss, you little slut. He probably just touched you by accident, don't accuse him of being a pervert. You're so pretty, there must be a lot of people who want to touch you, but you can't just accuse someone! Stop fooling around and watch the show!" I reached my other hand to her chest and squeezed her full breasts. She turned around to see that it was dark and no one was watching, so she let me touch them.

My wife paused for a while without saying anything. Just as the fifth song and dance performance was in full swing, my wife made a "hmm~" sound! She freed her left hand to grab my waistband, while her right hand was still tightly gripping my arm. She whispered to me urgently, with a sob in her voice, "Honey... let's go... that person... that person lifted my skirt... I'm so scared... let's go somewhere else... or... go home, okay?..."

Hearing Wenwen say this, I was overjoyed. I truly admired the lecherous man's audacity. He dared to flirt with a woman whose husband was right next to him! I guess he noticed that I hadn't turned around and probably thought my wife was shy and hadn't told me what happened next, so he kept probing. In reality, when men flirt with women, they usually test the waters first, only taking formal action after obtaining definite information.

If the woman being tested immediately reacts strongly, they should quickly stop. If there is no strong reaction, especially no obvious reaction, it either means that the woman also wants some stimulation and pleasure, allowing the man to play with her; or it might mean that the woman is timid and afraid to speak up, silently letting the man take advantage of her. In this case, the lustful man will take advantage of the situation and further harass the woman.

Actually, this kind of thing isn't something only men do. It happened to me twice when I was young. I was only in my early twenties, and my lust was easily ignited. Just looking at or thinking about beautiful women would make me hard! Even! It's human nature to like food and sex. Women like strong men, and men like beautiful women; it's all human nature, only they are bound by social systems and morality.

The two times I experienced this were like this. One was during the summer or autumn, when the grain station suddenly provided a supply of high-quality rice. Normally, we ate only brown and old rice, so this great news caused a buying frenzy. Back then, you had to get a receipt at one counter and weigh the rice at another. The counter was packed with people

, and no one was maintaining order. Men, holding their grain ration books and money, jostled and pushed for a long time. In front of me was a young woman wearing a short, knee-length cotton skirt. When my body touched her back, I felt a warm sensation, and soon I found myself hard, sticking out into my trouser leg! I instinctively rubbed it against her, and it was burning hot. After a while, the woman probably noticed.

I remember being very excited at the time. Even though there were two thin layers of gauze between us, I could feel her body temperature. She didn't make a scene when she noticed something was wrong, which suggested she was a passionate person. She just glanced at me, saw I was a young man, and silently let me continue. I really wanted to take it out and insert it; how wonderful that would be!

But I wasn't married then, and it was broad daylight, in front of everyone, so I just didn't have the courage! If it had been at night, or if it had been my lustful self later, seeing that tacit expression, I might have actually entered her! Oh~ just thinking about it makes me feel good and excited! After lingering for a few more minutes, I quickly couldn't hold back and ejaculated in my pants.

Another time, I went to see a new movie in the evening, I think it was called "Painted Skin." The ticket window was packed with people scrambling to buy tickets, mostly young men and women, but also some muscular men. A pretty girl was squeezing in front of me. Just like last time, as we squeezed together, she got aroused and started grinding her hard, hot erection against her!

I don't know if it was because the situation was too tense or because the girl had no sexual experience, but she didn't react for a long time. Taking advantage of the darkness, I quietly pulled out this time. Unfortunately, the girl was wearing trousers; if she had been wearing a short skirt, I might have confused myself and thrust in randomly. I rubbed it against her for a while longer before ejaculating! I smeared her with my semen. Thinking about those absurd things now makes me laugh!

Now, let's get back to the topic. Just now, Wenwen involuntarily made a "hmm~" sound and whispered that someone was lifting her skirt. I wanted to turn around and intervene but didn't. I actually admired the audacity of the lecherous man behind me. I guess he misjudged that Wenwen hadn't told me about being harassed behind her. I kept talking and laughing without reacting, which emboldened him. From touching his wife, it escalated to lifting her skirt.

I realized that the man in the red vest behind me might be planning something more with Wenwen; lifting her skirt meant going further. I suddenly remembered that Wenwen wasn't wearing anything tonight. If the guy in the red vest behind her lifts her skirt, he'll immediately realize she's not wearing anything and will definitely think she's encountered a woman. That won't be as simple as just touching her; the man's next target will be her.

In that instant, my own erection began to swell, unable to suppress the excitement and impulse within me; my penis hardened in my pants. I felt incredibly stimulated; my sexual nerves were instantly aroused, and my reactions were swift. I wanted the man in the red vest to continue harassing my wife, and I also wanted to find a way to keep her calm, to let a stranger play with her silently in front of thousands of people.

Wenwen clung to my right arm, looking at me with pleading eyes, begging to go home. I stroked her head and face with my left hand, letting her lean against my shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Baby, don't be afraid! If he's just trying to take advantage of you, he's just being lecherous and teasing you; he definitely won't hurt you. Look, in public, if we make a scene, everyone will lose face, and things might even get serious! Just stay quiet; I doubt he'd dare do anything to you!"

By saying this, I was essentially telling Wenwen to stop; to put it bluntly, I was implying to my wife that she should let the lecherous man in the red vest touch her body—it was just a touch, nothing serious! Maybe she'd even enjoy it! I deliberately raised my voice and pointed at the stage, saying to my wife, "Look, the show is amazing!" My aim was to stop her from making a scene and simultaneously confuse the lecherous man behind us so he could continue his actions.

Wenwen pinched me hard twice with both hands at the same time. She must hate me to death, hating her husband for letting her be harassed by a lecherous man in front of thousands of people. She pressed her head against my arm and really stopped talking. I guess my wife's lust was starting to stir. Since her husband wasn't doing anything about it, and it implied that the lecherous man could touch her, then so be it! I didn't care anymore. Anyway, he was touching my wife! Maybe he would even…

I continued to watch the show with great enthusiasm. Wenwen leaned against my shoulder silently, which further aroused the lust of the man in the red vest. He became even bolder. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his body was pressed tightly against my wife's back, his chin almost touching her hair. The light below his shoulders was dim, so I couldn't see clearly what his hands were doing or what the lecherous man was doing.

The captivating performances were unfolding, immersing the audience in a joyful atmosphere. My wife, my husband, and the man in the red vest seemed to have entered another world, lost in its vortex. Although we were surrounded by people, our secret activities went unnoticed; everyone's attention was focused on the stage.

On the surface, I was watching the show, but my mind was elsewhere. To avoid alerting the man in the red vest and allowing him to further sexually assault my wife, I didn't look back, but constantly observed my wife's expressions and body language, carefully sensing the lecherous man's every move behind her. The man, as expected, remained completely unaware that I knew about his actions.

A moment later, Wenwen's legs suddenly tightened, and she jerked. I glanced at her; her eyes were fixed straight ahead, but her gaze had already drifted away from the performance. The anxiety on her face had vanished, replaced by a look of surprise mixed with anticipation and a hint of bewilderment. I reckon Wenwen was startled when the man in the red vest actually touched her.

But this time, Wenwen held back and didn't utter a sound, letting things develop further as the man in the red vest continued to grope her. After a while, my wife moved her lower body, her left foot touching my right foot, probably shifting her legs to open them a little, making way for the lecherous man to penetrate her. Then, amidst the music, I seemed to hear her softly moan... I imagined the man discovering Wenwen wasn't wearing any clothes and rushing towards her excitedly. While I ignored him, my wife opened her legs, letting the man behind her grope her. He was probably touching my wife's vulva now, clearly aroused! She let out a few rapid "mmm...mmm..." sounds from her throat! Just thinking about it made my own penis even harder!

Next up on stage was a traditional folk art performance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man in the red vest move slightly, then move closer to my wife. Less than two minutes later, my wife let out a startled "Oh!" and her whole body visibly trembled. She gripped me tightly with both hands, and her legs clamped together again, as if something had hurt her or touched a sensitive area—a kind of emergency reaction.

But I noticed Wenwen was quite calm; she didn't scream, and her legs seemed to open even wider after the initial contraction. What were they doing? Had the lecherous man's fingers hurt my wife? A surge of excitement welled up inside me. I secretly praised the lecherous man for being so audacious, managing to make my wife aroused in the crowd—it was too much for me to bear! I could only endure it.

I felt Wenwen hug my arm even tighter, her face burning against mine, her breathing becoming noticeably rapid, her heart pounding faster, and her body beginning to tremble slightly. I imagine my wife was enjoying the touch immensely, the intermittent soft "mmm~ mmm~" sounds revealing her pleasure. She was reveling in the stimulation and pleasure of sex!

Wenwen was clearly trying to control her movements and sounds, afraid I would hear and that she might disturb the other audience members. The occasional "mmm" or "oh" was probably an involuntary, sudden sound, though very soft and barely audible to others amidst the music. However, she was close to my ear, leaning on my shoulder, and I was intently observing, so I could still hear her clearly.

During the performance, as the general was about to embark on his expedition, and the drums began to beat rapidly, Wenwen suddenly tensed again, her fingers almost digging into my skin. Her legs noticeably pulled together, her body swayed forward, and she involuntarily let out another "oh~~!" She glanced at me in alarm, then pressed her face tightly against my shoulder.

I felt Wenwen tremble even more violently! This time, Wenwen's "oh" sound surprised me greatly. I was all too familiar with this rapid, surprised, yet lingering "oh~..." sound from my wife. This "oh" was drawn out with a heavy tone, mixed with a deep, heartfelt sigh—a sound only uttered under special circumstances.

Throughout our years of dating and marriage, this unique sound would always ring in my ears the moment my penis entered her. It was a special sound my wife made only during the moment of penetration; the harder and faster the man thrust, the stronger the "oh" sound became!

I've witnessed men like Yue Long, Shen Jiang, and Dr. He with Wenwen, and every time they began or after a brief period of foreplay before forcefully penetrating her again, she would make this sound. It seemed to be a sexual instinct, a call from her heart, a feeling of comfort, an uncontrollable pleasure!

During the continuous masturbation, Wenwen would make "oh...oh..." sounds, but these were short and abrupt, mostly accompanied by words such as: "Oh...husband, you're so good," "This little slut is getting horny," "Oh...use your big dick to fuck me...fuck my little pussy raw," "Oh...it feels so good," and so on. The "oh" sounds were completely different from the initial thrusting sounds.

At this moment, I noticed a subtle change in my wife's posture. Her upper body remained largely unchanged, her hands wrapped around my arms, pressing even closer to my shoulders, as if she were lying on top of me. But her entire body seemed to have shifted half a body position backward, slightly behind my right, pressed even closer to the lecherous man, and her lower body subtly tilted backward, her buttocks slightly protruding.

I could tell that with Wenwen's unique "oh" sounds, the man in the red vest had entered my wife! I never imagined this man would be so audacious; he was practically a monster, daring to harass a woman at a gathering of thousands, and even going so far as to secretly rape a stranger with her husband by her side! This is truly extraordinary and astonishing!

I only intended for the man in the red vest to touch Wenwen for a bit of arousal, but they unexpectedly progressed to physical intimacy! It was completely unexpected! What's even more interesting is that the lecherous man aroused my wife's desire in a very short time, and she began to actively cooperate with him! I was speechless, but thinking about it on the other hand, it

's inseparable from my secret cooperation as her husband. In fact, the lecherous man in the red vest's audacity was indeed complementary to my and Wenwen's deliberate indulgence and intentional manipulation of him. After my wife suggested going home and I refused, the man started touching her, while I remained nonchalant, watching the program. At the same time, under my guidance, my wife's lust subsided, and she silently opened her legs, allowing the stranger to touch her and then easily penetrate her.

During this time, we whispered to each other, which aroused the man in the red vest, making him even more excited and daring to fondle the beautiful young woman in front of him. Wenwen was particularly aroused. When the lecherous man touched his wife's moist vagina, he naturally understood her aroused state, which prompted him to move his body and pull out his large penis. His wife's first soft gasp was a reaction to the lecherous man's large penis.

At this moment, I was filled with nothing but shock, excitement, and thrill. I raised my left hand and touched Wenwen's face, then reached under her t-shirt skirt to fondle her large breasts. His wife's nipples were hard and she was truly aroused, which made me even more excited. Fortunately, the audience was in complete darkness under the bright stage lights. Her skirt was lifted up in front and behind by the two men, leaving her naked in the crowd of thousands.

Wenwen was overwhelmed by sex at this moment, forgetting that she was in front of thousands of people, losing all sense of shame and vigilance, and accepting the actions of the two men without resistance. The man in the red vest behind me must be feeling incredibly proud and satisfied with his huge penis inside my wife. Touching her from the front was incredibly stimulating for me too. I imagined my wife must be having a wonderful time with both men touching her from the front and penetrating

her from the back! I saw her leaning against my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, letting the two men play with her, looking very comfortable! Then, I reached out my right hand, which my wife was holding tightly, wanting to touch her to see how wet she was down there, but she held me back firmly. Her insistence suddenly snapped me back to reality; the lecherous man behind me was inside her, and I couldn't just touch her like that.

My impulsive action almost ruined Wenwen and the lecherous man's pleasure, thankfully my wife stopped me in time. Imagine: if I had rashly reached into my wife's vagina, I would have grabbed the man in the red vest's huge penis inside her, and the consequences would have been unimaginable! What should I do? Give in or let go? It would definitely cause a huge scene, and even if I let go, I wouldn't be able to!

Doing something so shameful in public would benefit no one. Even if I let go immediately, the stranger in the red vest wouldn't understand. He might panic and run away, attracting attention and leaving my wife and me in an embarrassing situation! Realizing my mistake, I withdrew my hand, placing it on my wife's lower abdomen, straightening my posture, looking straight ahead, and pretending to be a serious spectator, continuing to entice the lecherous man while reassuring my wife so they could have their fun.

With the rhythm of the belly dance on stage, I could feel Wenwen's body swaying slowly and rhythmically back and forth, but the movements were very subtle and small. My wife's left side was pressed tightly against me, and I could feel her body repeatedly pressing forward and relaxing, then pressing forward again and relaxing in a cycle. This was undoubtedly the slow, undulating movement caused by the red vest inside my wife.

Because he didn't want me and the audience around us to notice, the lecherous man's movements of inserting and withdrawing his large penis from Wenwen were slow and subtle. However, the sensations transmitted through Wenwen's body were very obvious. I could feel something throbbing inside her belly when I placed my right hand on her lower abdomen. At this moment, my wife, leaning against my shoulder, occasionally couldn't help but let out soft moans, "Mmm... mmm..."

I glanced at Wenwen. She wasn't watching the show at all; she was closing her eyes, slightly opening her mouth, and breathing softly, carefully savoring the pleasure of the man in the red vest's penis inside her! I deliberately teased my wife in her ear, "Little slut, the show was good, wasn't it? Are you tired? Why are you moaning?" She replied calmly, "Mmm... husband... it feels so good!..."

Later, the lecherous man must have noticed my smiling expression as I teased Wenwen and the way I touched her breasts, which further aroused his lust. How exciting it would be to play with someone else's wife alongside her husband! I felt the lecherous man speed up slightly, and my wife immediately grabbed my hand and rubbed it against her breasts, emitting a weak moan: "Oh...husband...it's so full...oh...touch me...it feels so good...so good...oh..." My wife is usually quite aroused, and by now it was probably dripping onto the ground.

Wenwen's voice was very soft, but it was only a few centimeters away from my right ear, and only I could hear her through the music. At this moment, taking advantage of my touching her breasts, my wife involuntarily arched her back and twisted noticeably a few times, her upper body still pressed tightly against my arm, but her lower body actively welcoming the lecherous man in the red vest!

I understood Wenwen's thoughts; she said it felt good when I touched her, but actually it was the lecherous man's thrusting from behind that was stimulating and pleasurable. This scene made my own huge penis unbearable, throbbing and throbbing in my pants, so I pulled my wife's left hand and made her put it in my right pocket. My penis has always been tilted to the right since I was a child, and when we were dating, I used to tease her by saying that if she was fumbling for something in her pocket, she would find a huge penis.

At that moment, mine was hard and erect under my right pocket. Wenwen, understanding perfectly, immediately grabbed my large penis from her pocket and began to knead it, while I continued to fondle her full breasts and tease her hardened nipples. My presence made my wife even more aroused, and her voice grew louder, because she now had a reason to be aroused—my fondling of her breasts and her helping me play with my penis.

Playing with Wenwen at a special time and place with another special man was incredibly exciting! Feeling the red-vested man's penis gently penetrating her vagina through my wife's body, my blood was boiling, my mind was deeply shaken, and my nerves were extremely tense. My excitement was the same as my wife's—a mixture of surprise and emotion, a shared enjoyment of immense stimulation and pleasure!

It was already past nine o'clock at night. About ten minutes had passed since the red-vested man penetrated Wenwen, and my wife's body began to tremble noticeably again. The previous trembling was due to the man's sudden touch and contact with her vagina, but this time, under the special circumstances, her body was becoming increasingly excited, leading to an intense reaction.

During this time, my entire being was connected to Wenwen, feeling the stimulation of the man behind me having sex with his wife. My penis was painfully hard in my pants, my left hand constantly kneading Wenwen's full breasts, and although my right arm was held by my wife against her abdomen, I could still feel the lecherous man's penis moving inside her vagina, as if I were watching another man's penis inside my wife.

Although I didn't see how powerful the man in the red vest's penis was, Wenwen had been instigated and guided by me in the past: any man with a bigger penis than mine could have sex with my wife unconditionally! So she confidently looked for lovers with big penises. When selecting lovers, if a short man had sex with her once, she wouldn't have a second time. The lovers she maintained long-term relationships with were all several sizes larger or thicker than mine.

Wenwen has always liked men with big penises, and for her to be so aroused tonight, besides the special occasion and special stimulation, the man in the red vest must be amazing, maybe even bigger than mine! I fantasized about how vigorous the lecherous man's penis was, whether it was harder than mine, and how much longer and thicker it was. Did I hit my wife's G-spot? I was so excited I almost ejaculated several times.

Just then, a male and female singer on stage started singing a love song. The music was melodious and tender, the lyrics delicate and moving. The cries of love, coupled with the sweet, ambiguous expressions on the singers' faces, evoked endless fantasies and feelings of love. During the song, when the couple embraced, Wenwen trembled all over, her two fingers almost digging into the flesh of my arm, and then she let out a deep "Oh~~"!

I was familiar with that sound; it was the long sigh Wenwen let out when she reached her climax, her body becoming increasingly tense and excited. I've been dating her for over ten years, and I know all the different sounds she makes during sex. Based on my observations of other women's sexual responses, they all have their own characteristics, but there are also many commonalities.

With Wenwen's long sigh, her legs clamped together, and in the darkness, the backward thrust was even more noticeable, accompanied by slight vibrations. My wife had reached her climax, hence the tense body and long sigh; the backward thrust and vibrations must have been from the man in the red vest simultaneously working intensely! Poor thing, they both tried their best to suppress their physical reactions, their movements were very subtle.

Wenwen went through a long "Oh~~" from being extremely tense to gradually relaxing over a long period of two or three minutes. This was also the time she enjoyed the most. She contracted strongly and released a lot of vaginal fluid, her vagina sucking on the thick honey-like nectar sprayed by the man's penis. In the rich mixture of love fluid, she enjoyed the thrilling pleasure and the happiest moment while

holding the man's big penis in her mouth! At this exciting moment, I heard Wenwen make short and soft "hum...hum..." sounds in her throat. Three minutes later, she made a muffled "hum..." sound. I knew that this was the signal that the man's penis was withdrawing from his wife. She leaned weakly against my arm, closed her eyes, and immersed herself in the afterglow of the afterglow. The sound grew softer and softer until it subsided.

I estimated that it took about ten minutes from when the man in the red vest tentatively touched Wenwen's lower body; from when my wife stopped making noise and let the man touch her vulva, occasionally letting out moans, to when she suddenly felt the man's intrusion and let out her first startled "Oh!"; from when she couldn't help but let out another long "Oh~" to when she relaxed completely after reaching orgasm, it took a full twenty minutes, totaling about forty or fifty minutes.

This super-intense operation only lasted a little over half an hour, but it was an unprecedented half hour, a breathtaking half hour! Normally, men are very excited and quick to climax the first time they're with a beautiful woman, usually finishing in less than half an hour. But today, in public, they didn't dare to be too forceful, so the man in the red vest rubbed his penis inside Wenwen for a full twenty minutes, showing his incredible stamina. If it were me, I probably would have ejaculated long ago!

Wenwen's whole body was limp, her hands gripping my arms tightly as if she were hanging from me, unable to stand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the man in the red vest had separated from my wife, maintaining a normal distance of a few centimeters. After a while, my wife said she wanted to go home. I figured she had already had her fill of pleasure, and I was also too aroused to resist. Besides, the whole event was being recorded and would definitely be broadcast repeatedly on the local TV station later, so I hugged her and agreed to go home immediately to enjoy what I wanted.

Getting out of the dense crowd was no easy task. I saw that Wenwen was weak and struggling to walk, so I simply picked her up and carried her on my shoulder. The audience immediately made way for me when they saw me carrying someone on my shoulder, and that's how we left the event smoothly and quickly. My hands accidentally touched the inside of my wife's thighs and felt something sticky; a small amount of vaginal fluid had already flowed out.

Wenwen has always had a lot of vaginal fluid, often flowing out when she's being pleasured by her lover with a big dick. Because she leans forward slightly, the vaginal fluid that gushed out at the end, along with the semen that the man ejaculated inside, can stay inside her vagina for a long time. Now that I was holding my wife, the vaginal fluid was even less likely to flow out. Actually, I really wanted to go home; I hadn't even properly enjoyed myself yet.

While retrieving my motorcycle from the storage area, I suddenly spotted the man in the red vest standing in the distance. He had followed us out of the venue; I wondered what his intentions were. I laid Wenwen horizontally on the motorcycle so it would be secure, and then rode at a relatively slow speed. I saw in the rearview mirror that the man had been following us on his motorcycle until we entered the residential area, at which point he stopped some distance away.

I guessed that this man in the red vest had been too excited and comfortable with Wenwen, and with his wife's secret arousal and cooperation, he must be reluctant to leave. He was following us to find out where his wife lived, to keep a lingering thought for himself, and to leave himself a chance for the future. Since a woman could silently give him pleasure among thousands, if there was an opportunity for contact and interaction later, it would be perfectly natural for them to develop into a romantic relationship.

If it weren't for saving face, I really wanted to take the initiative to get to know the man in the red vest. That would have made things easier for their relationship. Wenwen is currently looking for a man, but I'm not sure if that man has a big penis or if he's my wife's type. Since that man has already followed us and found out where we live, there's no need to worry too much. Let fate decide what happens next.

As soon as we got home, Wenwen said, "There were so many people tonight, I'm all sweaty, I need to take a shower!" I grabbed her arm and said, "Honey! Didn't you shower before you went? It's not that hot tonight, don't rush to shower, I have something to tell you!" My wife struggled and said, "Go away! You're definitely up to no good!" I guess my wife wasn't sure if I knew the man in the red vest had slept with her, and she wanted to wash away the vaginal fluid first.

I grabbed Wenwen's wrist and pulled out a small vibrator from behind my back to tease her: "You little slut, you're not allowed to shower today. Today is a special day, the first time you've gone braless and acted sexy at a party of thousands! Haha~ You're so charming, even in that kind of situation you get all horny. I'm going to see if you've gotten wet, the more wet you are, the better the effect of not wearing underwear!"

Wenwen snatched it away and said, "Oh! Honey, you're so bad! You must have hidden me on purpose, you shameless big bad guy! Making your wife lose face in front of millions of people, are you happy now?" I pretended not to know the truth and still said, "Oh! You're just being paranoid." "What's the big deal? In such a crowded place, it's normal for men and women to bump into each other!"

I hugged Wenwen tightly and continued to tease her, "I want to see if I'm shameless or if this little slut is!" Saying this, I quickly reached out and touched her, picking it up to find it covered in her vaginal fluid. My wife blushed deeply, muttering in a panic, "Oh dear~ I'm so hot and sweaty!" I laughed and smelled my hand, saying repeatedly, "Mmm, this little slut's nectar smells so good! So fragrant!"

Seeing that she couldn't escape, and without mentioning the man in the red vest, Wenwen complied and got into bed with me. She must have been thinking, "It's not like this is the first time I've been fucked by a stranger. After sleeping with other men, it's common for me to not wash my cunt and let them lick and fuck me. Besides, I like her body after being fucked, I like that moist feeling, I like that smell!"

I took off Wenwen's t-shirt dress, and she lay down straight with her legs spread, looking like she was waiting for me to lick her. I knelt down beside her and started kissing her from her forehead, down to her lips, earlobes, neck, breasts, nipples, and belly, kissing every inch of her body, as a supplement to her lewd pleasure in the square. I saw my wife moaning and writhing as I teased her.

When I kissed Wenwen, I suddenly stopped to observe her. The area around her vulva, which had just been penetrated by the man in the red vest, still had a faint blush. Her vulva was slightly open, still in a state of climax. There was a small amount of white fluid sticking to her mouth. Usually, only when Shen Jiang had a big, thick penis would she produce a lot of white fluid. The fact that she could produce a small amount of white fluid meant that it wasn't small, which made me happy.

Wenwen's vulva and the area below her thighs were covered with vaginal fluid. She always slicked up when a man penetrated her, but today, perhaps because the movements were less vigorous, there was no flow on her thighs. On the way back, I carried Wenwen in my arms, then she sat with her legs tightly pressed together in the car. Very little of her vaginal fluid had leaked out. Then I parted her legs, and it slowly began to overflow.

I said to Wenwen, "You little slut! You're so wet! It smells so good, I love it! It seems going without underwear is a good choice; it makes me so wet! From now on, you can go out without underwear every night!" My wife scolded me, "You stinky husband, who's wet? What do you mean 'smelly'? Your wife is so embarrassed today, and it's all your fault!"

I teased, "If I wasn't wet, where would all this come from? It looks like some man ejaculated on me!" Wenwen turned her head away and said, "Ugh! I'm not talking to you anymore!" Then she thrust her genitals forward, indicating I should lick her vulva. I climbed between her legs and licked for a while, sucking out the moist nectar. The smell was very strong; I guessed that a lot of the lecherous man's fluid made up the majority of the mixed vaginal fluid.

Wenwen was incredibly excited. It was the first time she'd been secretly fucked by a stranger in public, right next to her husband, and the overwhelming emotion was unavoidable. She rolled over and made me lie down, then climbed on top of me, playing 69. Her little hands tugged at my testicles, muttering, "You big bad guy! You bastard! You big bad guy! You bastard!" Then she greedily took my penis into her mouth and vigorously sucked and stroked it.

Wenwen pressed her lips against mine, letting me lick and suck. She knew I loved licking her wet vagina, squeezing more of her juices into my mouth. I really loved the sultry smell of my wife's vagina after being fucked by someone else. Excitedly, I sucked and teased with my tongue, gently biting her vulva with my teeth, rubbing her vulva with my lips, and inserting my long tongue—the more I licked, the more delicious it became! My wife was aroused, moaning happily as I fucked her. That

night, in that special setting, we both felt immense stimulation, but we hadn't fully released it then. Now, in 69, we quickly succumbed to our excitement and reached climax together! My wife's vaginal fluids gushed out like a torrent, this time she was aroused and released more of her own fluids. I, who had been holding back for so long, ejaculated deep into her throat without hesitation!

The encounter at the stadium had aroused Wenwen's sexual desire; both her mind and body experienced an extraordinary shock, and she enjoyed unprecedented pleasure. However, due to the environment, my wife hadn't been fully satisfied with that man, making her particularly wanton now! We flirted for less than ten minutes, and she again took the initiative to kneel down and suck my penis, making it hard before straddling me and thrusting it in with a "plop."

Wenwen was incredibly moist inside, and mine felt warm and slippery. Although it was a little loose after the man in the red vest had just penetrated me, it felt so comfortable and pleasurable! Wenwen was flushed with excitement, moving back and forth on me for a while, then moving up and down, letting my big cock change its thrusting positions inside her, thrusting, flicking, and rotating in turn to stimulate her.

I could feel that Wenwen was unexpectedly very excited by the lecherous man, and she looked very comfortable and happy from the bottom of her heart. She squinted her eyes, raised her head, and sat on me, moving constantly, rubbing herself with both hands at the same time, and muttering thoughtfully, "Oh... my husband is a big bad guy... oh... a bastard... oh... little bastard..." Before long, it flowed out and wet us.

Wenwen called me a "bastard" when she was pulling my testicles, and now she's saying "husband is a bastard." I don't know what she means. Actually, many years ago, in our third year of marriage, when she was only twenty-four, she slept with her first lover. Over the years, she's slept with dozens of men. It's not like I'm a bastard for the first time, so what's there to complain about? It seems she was really stimulated tonight.

I saw that Wenwen's movements were getting weaker and weaker, so I made her kneel down and thrust my big dick into her from behind. With a "plop," it went straight to her core! A large amount of mixed vaginal fluid gushed out of my wife's vagina, covering my genitals and dripping down from her mouth. Some of this fluid was from her own vaginal discharge, and some was from the man in the red vest, with a few bumps that hadn't melted yet. It seems the lustful man's physique is really good, thick and plentiful. Wenwen must really like it.

The moment I thrust straight into her core, this time without fear of being heard at home, my wife craned her neck and let out a heavy "Oh~"—that familiar and melodious sound, unchanged, different in volume but exactly the same tone as the sound of the man in the red vest's large penis penetrating her. My wife was extremely excited, her muscles contracting and sucking my penis tightly, almost like the feeling of impending climax.

As I thrust rapidly, Wenwen kept saying, "Oh...so good...husband is the best...you're fucking this little slut...it feels so good...oh..." My vigorous thrusts quickly brought my wife to a state of arousal, and she cried out, "Oh...tonight is so great...I feel so good...oh...I've never felt so happy...so good...oh...so good...oh..."

I teased Wenwen, "Hmm! You just like being fucked by big-dicked men, the bigger the dick, the more comfortable and happy you feel, right?" My wife raised her head, "Oh...yes...yes...I'm horny...I want big-dicked men...to fuck me hard...it feels so good...oh..." I asked cryptically, "How was it for going out without clothes for the first time tonight? Was it exciting and fun?"

At this moment, Wenwen, still excited, immediately replied, "Oh...it feels so good...so good...exciting...and fun...oh..." "I said again, 'I bet all men like you not wearing clothes, it's a pity people on the street don't know, do you want them all to know?' My wife grinned lewdly and said, 'Yes...yes...I want to go out every day...without clothes...tell them...come and play...'

Wenwen's words when she was highly excited were completely different from what she usually said. I pretended to ask, 'Didn't you object to going out without clothes during the day? Why do you want it now?' My wife lowered her head and said, 'Oh...it's so fun...I want it...tonight is so exciting...so comfortable...oh...not wearing clothes...so good...husband, keep going...my little one can't take it anymore...oh...keep going...'

My big dick swelled up inside Wenwen. She said she craved to be fucked and wanted a big-dicked man to fuck her hard, wanted to go out every day from now on, and wanted me to tell people on the street to come and play with her. She also said it was so good not wearing clothes, tonight was so exciting and comfortable. This was undoubtedly because the man in the red vest was fucking her too happily. We chatted while we were having sex, and it was already flowing down my wife's thighs. A dozen minutes later, we both came at the same time."

After resting for half an hour, Wenwen said she wanted to do it again. This time, I had her lie on her back and I slowly fucked her while kissing and sucking her breasts, kneading and rubbing them for about twenty minutes until she was incredibly excited. My big cock moved fast and slow inside her, arousing her to the point of overflowing pleasure, which spilled onto the bed.

In the midst of Wenwen's high excitement and loss of control, I wanted to ask her about the man in the red vest behind her. Only at times like this would talking about her and other men be most effective; she would lose control of her impulse and tell me. Normally, if you ask her, she won't admit anything and will even curse you out. I asked her, "You little slut, you said the man behind you touched you tonight, did he really?"

Wenwen blamed me, "Oh...you said that...it's all your fault...making me not wear...oh...now look what happened...you got...taken advantage of...oh..." I joked, "Hey! It's no big deal, it's just touching, you didn't lose anything, let him touch you if he wants!" My wife gritted her teeth and pinched my ear, saying, "Oh...you make it sound so easy...he also..."

I deliberately coaxed Wenwen to say it herself, but she suddenly stopped. I pretended to be indifferent and asked, "What else did he do? You told me he was lifting your skirt, and he really did touch you..." "You went?" Wenwen replied irritably, "Oh... what do you think?... You didn't care... letting your wife... let someone else... let someone else... touch her... Did you think he wouldn't dare touch her?..."

Wenwen stammered and didn't continue directly, so I had to continue teasing her, "Haha, you little slut, I had no choice back then, it would have been so embarrassing for everyone if we made a scene at the party!" Then I pressed, "And what happened after he touched you? Haha, he must have found out you weren't wearing anything, and knowing you're a little slut, he's even bolder now, right? Did you... did you manage to protect yourself there?"

I pretended to be a little worried, it was just a little touching, nothing serious, but now it's escalated to touching her cunt! Wenwen replied irritably, "Hmph...guard your head, my foot!...You can't guard it when it's already touching the edge, can you?..." I said helplessly, "Well...it won't just go all the way in, will it?" At this point, she actually laughed and said, "Hehe...when he found out...I wasn't wearing anything, he was stunned for a moment..."

Wenwen continued, "Oh...the first time, the man...gently lifted my skirt...when he saw me talking to you, he put it down...but seeing that neither of us reacted much...he started moving again...oh...after his hand went in...he touched both sides first...when he touched down there, he paused...and stopped for a moment." "A while...then he used one finger...to tickle my anus...oh...I got so nervous...I almost screamed..."

Wenwen's description perfectly captured the moment after I told her to be quiet, when her body suddenly jolted. The man in the red vest lifted her skirt and touched her, startled for a moment, then reached down and was surprised to find she wasn't wearing anything. He then boldly teased her anus with his finger. Since my wife and I both found it repulsive—it was still her anus—she naturally made soft "mmm...mmm..." sounds when a man touched and teased her.

Earlier, I'd assumed the lecherous man had already touched my wife's vagina, but it turned out he was just playing with her anus. It seems only by continuing to tease my wife and making up stories will I find out the truth. Thinking about that man in the red vest secretly touching my wife and teasing her anus beside me, my blood rushed to my head, my penis throbbed, and I felt like I couldn't hold back anymore!

I was thrilled and my lust was high, so I held back for a moment, then wildly kissed Wenwen's lips and sucked hard, drawing her tongue into my mouth and entwining it with mine. I imagined that man playing with my wife's anus, teasing her until she was overflowing with lust, her juices dripping onto the lecherous man's hands and onto the stadium floor.

Wenwen was also excited, her genitals twisting and erect, really gushing out. I increased the speed of my thrusting and pounding for a while, making my wife cry out: "Oh...so good...today...so good...oh...husband is shameless...letting other men...play with his wife...I'm so scared...oh...so happy...so exciting...oh..."

Under my powerful thrusting, Wenwen became even more confused and babbled incoherently. I didn't know if she was saying that I was making her feel good, happy, and exciting, or that the man was making her feel so good. I asked her directly, "That man didn't stick his fingers into your anus, did he?" Wenwen shook her head. I asked again, "And then? Did he touch your vagina?" My wife looked at me with wide eyes and said, "Oh... he really did... and then..."

I jokingly said, "Little one! Did you enjoy it? You must be horny, you're all wet!" Wenwen pinched my arm shyly, neither confirming nor denying, but it must have been very enjoyable and stimulating. I pressed, "How long did you touch me?" She simply said a few minutes. I asked what happened after that, and she turned her head to the side without speaking, her face flushed!

When it was time for the man in the red vest to make his move, I provoked Wenwen, saying, "You slut, letting a man touch your pussy in public! What would people think if they saw? That would be unbelievable! I think that man should stop now!" My wife, provoked, turned around and cried out, "Ugh...where?!...He didn't stop...he actually...he actually..."

I asked Wenwen what happened, and she said in a tearful voice, "Ugh!...That man...he's so...shameless...oh...he actually took that thing out...and rubbed it against me...it was hard and hot...it scared me to death...oh..." This was probably the first time my wife cried out in alarm, her body visibly twitching, but she quickly calmed down, and her legs spread even wider.

The man in the red vest went from touching her pussy to taking out his penis and attacking her; the moment he touched her, my wife was bound to panic. At the time, I thought the man behind her had hurt her pussy, or that her sensitive spot had triggered her cry. By this time, my wife was already aroused. She quickly calmed down, spreading her legs even wider, enjoying the pleasure of the man's large penis rubbing against her mouth!

Since the man in the red vest's penis entering Wenwen was inevitable, I still wanted to hear what she had to say. Feigning anger, I said, "That man is too bold and shameless! He actually dared to take that thing out to harass you! If I knew, I would have cut it off!" My wife giggled at my reaction, "Giggle...husband's angry too..."

Wenwen continued, laughing, "Oh...it's good that husband's angry...if you had been angry sooner...oh...just one glare at that man...this might not have happened...oh...now you're at a disadvantage." "Hehe...you said...let him touch me...I didn't lose anything...oh...it's no use being angry now...your wife...I've already been played by him...oh...it feels good...keep going..."

I thrust a few times and asked Wenwen directly, "Xiao, since that man rubbed his big dick against your anus and vagina, did he actually penetrate you?" My wife was speechless for a moment because of my explicit question. She turned her head to the side, her face flushed red, and didn't say a word. I thrust my big dick all the way in and stopped, asking, "Did he or didn't he?" My wife closed her eyes and still didn't speak.

After a while, I slowly recovered, and Wenwen said on her own, "Oh...husband...when his big dick...touched my pussy...I was terrified...oh...I never expected him to do that...and that thing was even bigger than yours...rubbing back and forth...making so much wetness...oh...I was dizzy at the time...and then...I don't know anything about it..."

Wenwen's voice was a mixture of surprise and delight. She said that the man's big dick terrified her, and that it made her wet, yet she said she didn't know anything about what happened afterward. The last sentence was clearly a lie. The truth was that the man's big dick rubbed against her vulva, which made her very wet. When it reached the lubricated spot, my wife suddenly tensed up and moved forward, and then he penetrated her!

At that moment, I heard Wenwen involuntarily let out an "Oh~..." sound. I was so familiar with that rapid and lingering "Oh~..." sound; it was the special sound that always came when a man's big dick penetrated my wife. Now that my wife said she didn't know, she obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore. No wonder, tonight's absurd event was so outrageous; although she was happy, she couldn't digest it for a while.

I held Wenwen tightly, urging her to continue. I'd let her slowly reveal what it felt like to have that huge cock penetrate her in front of so many people. I sped up our third round of intercourse that night. My wife's body was very aroused; she was very wet, soaking several large patches of the sheets. It seemed the party had really excited and thrilled her. I kept teasing her, and she remained excited. Amidst our joyful sounds, we reached climax together again!

What happened next is hard to recount, but you can imagine Wenwen's body swaying slightly as she clung to my arm—a result of the man's slow movements. At that moment, I excitedly fondled my wife's large breasts. She closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, "Oh…husband…my breasts are so full…touch them…it feels so good…so good…" She coaxed me while trying to conceal her lewdness behind her.

Until Wenwen's whole body tensed, her fingers almost digging into the flesh of my arm, and then she let out a deep "Oh~~"! This was the signal that a man was stimulating his wife's flower core, simultaneously arousing her to near climax. Finally, with a muffled "humph," the man's large penis truly withdrew from my wife. Her body language and alluring presence were all too familiar to me.

Without a doubt, we experienced the most exciting, thrilling, and joyful night. Especially Wenwen, who received an even greater surprise—experiencing the thrill of being fucked by a stranger with a huge penis in front of a large crowd for the first time, enjoying the thrilling, exciting, stimulating, and pleasurable experience of her husband touching her breasts in front while a stranger fucked her from behind. My wife was amazing, truly amazing.

Although Wenwen didn't say it, she couldn't help but think about it. I sincerely hoped that tonight's wonderful encounter brought her surprise and joy, and became a source of inspiration for her. That thrilling and exciting scene, just thinking about it makes my heart race and my libido soar. It was simply too exciting and profound. This night was our most unforgettable night; it will forever be etched in our memories! ...

[The End]

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