Baoqiang's adulterous wife

Baoqiang

was somewhat annoyed. He answered his wife Yinrong's call, but the call was abruptly ended after only a few words. The first thing she said was, "Why are you calling me at this hour...?" He felt embarrassed. He sensed the surprise on the faces of the people around him who were also on the show. This was a stark contrast to the others; there was no warm greeting, no casual conversation, no affectionate displays of affection. He had to change the subject to his daughter. "Daddy, when are you coming back... If you don't come back soon, you don't need to come back at all..." His daughter's words made him shudder, and his face went dry. Wasn't this what Yinrong often said to him when she was nagging him?

The production team gave each participant three minutes to call home, and everyone else complained that three minutes wasn't enough. He had barely talked for a minute before being abruptly disconnected. He felt a little uneasy. Perhaps his wife was too tired; taking care of two children alone was exhausting.

But he couldn't sleep. Gazing at the bright moonlight outside the window, his thoughts drifted far, far away. He imagined Yin Rong holding their two children as they slept, their little faces as they drifted off to sleep after his wife sang a lullaby. He knew the lights were still on, because he was always the one who turned them off at home.

He'd only been on the "Real Men" show for a few days, and he already missed home terribly, just like with any other performance he'd done. He wished it would all end that day. However, he knew he had to persevere to support his family, even though he didn't want to leave home for a single moment, didn't want to leave Yin Rong. He wanted to earn lots and lots of money so his wife and family could live a life they could never have imagined.

His appearance fee was 5 million.

2.

Yin Rong looked at the broken nail on her right middle finger, still angry. Bao Qiang's daughter had just dirtied one of her favorite cartoons—a cartoon of a bespectacled man tenderly holding a heart. Yin Rong had tried to grab her daughter, but she'd run off in a flash. Yin Rong chased after her, caught her, and slapped her twice across the face. The second slap had scraped her finger against the wall, splitting the nail, which still hurt a little.

Her daughter stood in the corner, wailing, but Yin Rong ignored her.

The maid stood silently to the side, too afraid to comfort the poor little girl without Yin Rong's permission.

Yin Rong disliked the daughter he had with Bao Qiang. She didn't know why, but seeing her filled her with resentment. This resentment only gradually subsided when she saw her son, who looked more and more like Song Joong-ki. She wasn't certain, but she believed that even without confirmation, her son's other half of his genes definitely wouldn't be Bao Qiang's. She was satisfied with her decision; not being able to marry him, but being able to have a child with him, was the best decision she'd ever made.

If it weren't for him, with Bao Qiang's stagnant, uncultured genes, could they have produced such an excellent offspring? She didn't want her excellent genes to be submerged in a pile of uncivilized, inferior genes, never to have a chance to shine. Excellence should combine with excellence to create something even better. She had sacrificed a lot to become even better. She thought of him

again , the man named Song Quan, the man drawn in the comics, or more precisely, Bao Qiang's manager, the man who, in her eyes, was more handsome than Song Joong-ki, her sixth boyfriend in college. If Bao Qiang hadn't interfered, perhaps she would be sleeping soundly in his arms right now. As graduation approached, Yin Rong faced a difficult choice: the short, rich, and somewhat unattractive Bao Qiang, or the tall, handsome, but poor Song Quan. Almost instantly, she chose Bao Qiang. She knew that no matter how hard she and Song Quan tried, they would never achieve the life they desired. For two graduates from a second-rate university, reaching that social class was too far off. A dazzling, luxurious life was just a pipe dream; all that awaited them was a dark, cramped basement in a big city, working nine-to-five for a meager two or three thousand a month, meticulously calculating every penny spent, experiencing nothing but exhaustion and heaviness, and the inevitable decline in libido under this pressure. She couldn't allow that to happen. No! She had to hold onto Bao Qiang, this blue-chip stock, whether she liked it or not. On the night she made the decision, she had to hold Song Quan tightly, comforting him: "You'll have a Lamborghini, you'll have a Maserati, you'll have Edison Chen's brand store, you'll have the life you love, you'll have everything. I just took a shortcut, believe me, you'll be with me all the way along this shortcut." Song Quan smiled faintly, "Your decision is right." In that instant, she felt a surge of pleasure rise from the soles of her feet, gradually spreading through her heart. To achieve what ordinary people could not, her choice against her conscience was enough to compensate for the slight discomfort that morality gave her. "I have made a sacrifice, I deserve what I want," she thought. She even had an irrepressible urge for the beautiful life she could foresee, for the life she could enjoy to the fullest, for everything she was about to create with her own hands. Especially since the man she liked agreed with her idea, they were always on the same wavelength—cold, decisive, and resolute. An image flashed in her mind: two wolves with eerie green eyes huddled together for warmth in a dark, boundless forest. Wolves were Song Quan's idolized animal. She knew that life was short, and opportunities were few and far between. The shortcut was right in front of her; no one would be foolish enough not to take it. She was furious at Bao Qiang's call again. Just as she and Song Quan were naked and passionately making love in Bao Qiang's BMW, their bodies intertwined, his large member deeply inside her, she wore only dark brown underwear, her legs dangling high. Her phone rang incessantly on the seat beside her. She saw Bao Qiang's caller ID and reached for it, but Song Quan was pressing down on her too tightly; she couldn't reach it after several attempts. Song Quan thrust in and out violently several more times, making her eyes roll back. She tried to push Song Quan away, but he held her down tightly, his thick member penetrating even deeper, causing her two dark brown legs to tremble. With another thrust, her toes pointed straight up, and she rolled her eyes again, her legs trembling behind Song Quan, wide open. She couldn't bear this intense stimulation. "Whatever he does, not answering won't kill him, he ruined my plans... ruined my plans... I'll fucking kill him... I'll fucking... fucking kill him... fucking... fucking fucking..." Song Quan panted heavily as he thrust in and out rapidly, his two large testicles slapping against Yin Rong's pink vulva with loud slapping sounds. Yin Rong's vagina clenched and gushed with fluid. She felt another violent contraction as her already incredibly wet vagina became even more visibly wet. A flood of vaginal fluid gushed out, and she screamed and jumped. But as Song Quan arched his back, pulled out his penis, and prepared to give her a long thrust, she grabbed the still-ringing phone from the side. She endured Song Quan's thrust with a forced smile, quickly calming herself before answering the phone: "Hello, Baoqiang? What's up? Why are you calling again?" "Wife, I can't sleep, I miss you. Are you asleep? Did I wake you?" Baoqiang's voice came through the phone. "You should know I'm asleep now... no, I'm not asleep yet... I was about to sleep..." Yin Rong replied impatiently. Song Quan thrust violently several more times, stirring and churning inside her. The intense pleasure made Yin Rong groan involuntarily. She punched Song Quan's body a few times to indicate that she was on the phone. "Wife, what's wrong? You sound like you're in pain? Are you feeling unwell?" Baoqiang heard Yin Rong's groan. "Oh... I was doing something, no... I'm fine..." Song Quan thrust again. Yin Rong was really going crazy. On one side was her husband calling idly, and on the other was her lover being fierce and passionate. "I...no, it's just my period, it hurts a bit..." she lied. "Your period? Didn't you just have it last week? Why isn't it over yet..." Baoqiang asked suspiciously. "Yes...it's not over yet...maybe it's not normal."

Yin Rong gritted her teeth and continued weaving. Song Quan thrust repeatedly, causing Yin Rong to roll her eyes several times, almost screaming again. She struggled with her legs for a few moments before a violent attack came, nearly causing her to drop the phone. "...I can't talk to you anymore, I need to take care of something..." Yin Rong quickly hung up.

Without the sound of the phone, the BMW returned to silence, broken only by the increasingly forceful thumping sounds, the car swaying and bouncing with a bouncy rhythm.

Yin Rong was completely entangled with Song Quan, wanting to fully enjoy this rare moment, to savor this unusually large attack. Although it was just one of many times, each time it left her feeling ecstatic, unable to stop.

They changed positions. Yin Rong knelt on the back seat of the car like a dog, and Song Quan rushed in from behind. The cave had changed, and being penetrated was the most exciting position for Yin Rong. Her most shameful place was being conquered and filled by a man's genitals. The feeling of fullness could only be truly appreciated by those who experienced it firsthand. Song Quan had already expanded it to a great size. Yin Rong couldn't imagine how such a large thing could fit into her small body. With each deep penetration, she felt like she was about to explode. Her whole body felt like it was being penetrated by a dangerous and huge fire hydrant, ready to burst at any moment.

With each powerful, relentless thrust, Yin Rong felt as if each pull was draining her dry, and each insertion was about to burst her. Waves of pleasure between the thrusts and withdrawals sent her soaring high into the air, tossing and tossing, until she felt herself flying incredibly high, even experiencing a hazy, hallucinatory sensation. Everything around her became unimportant; all that remained was the endless pull of her own desire, being satisfied again and again. What did morality matter? Nothing. In the face of nakedness, it was nothing more than a tiny speck of dust, so small it vanished without a trace.

Yin Rong's eyes were half-closed, her pupils rolling upwards repeatedly. Almost unconscious whimpers escaped her throat, but she couldn't hear them. This time it had lasted too long; she had been fucked for nearly an hour, she thought.

Song Quan was strong and had great stamina, which was what she was most satisfied with about him. Sometimes she couldn't even figure out if she liked the man himself or was more fascinated by his genitals—a penis as heavy as a horse's or donkey's testicles, let alone being penetrated by it.

Perhaps she wouldn't like him even without his penis; no woman would like a useless man.

Bao

Qiang stared blankly at his black-screened phone, and silence returned. He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Thinking of his wife's familiar voice and smile, and his warm home, that slight doubt quickly dissipated. He laughed at himself for being foolish; what was there to think about? Having his wife, Yin Rong, was the greatest blessing from heaven; he was already very lucky.

He could never forget the day he met his wife. It was a morning after a light rain. He was at her school doing promotional work, and amidst the cheering crowd, he spotted her at first glance. He fell in love with her almost instantly, a love that grew stronger with each passing moment, leading to a lifelong commitment. That day, he experienced the same tumultuous emotions and restless heart described by storytellers when Jia Baoyu met Lin Daiyu. He had never felt so out of control, so absent-minded. If it weren't for the event, he might have impulsively rushed into the crowd, grabbed her hand, and left.

He was moved by the experience of meeting his wife like Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian on the Broken Bridge, a love at first sight that

sealed their fate. Just one glance had so deeply captivated him, etched it into his memory, and left him unable to let go. Just her cheer and smile were enough to make him feel as if he could already smell her fragrance. His heart was overflowing with an indescribable feeling—a deep, soul-stirring emotion, a beautiful feeling difficult to express.

He loved her flowing long hair, he loved her delicate hair, he loved her small, pert bottom, he loved her slender waist. She was a drop of morning dew on the green grass, she was a solitary orchid in a deep valley, she was the purest jade buried deep in the snow-capped mountains. She was his breath, she was his heartbeat, she was every pore he opened, she was every drop of his flowing blood. Everything had meaning because of this.

6.

Like many times before, the illicit affair ended. Song Quan lay on Yin Rong's bare back, panting heavily. He thrust in and out of Yin Rong again and again, his thick, can-like penis still inserted. He gritted his teeth and ejaculated stream after stream of semen into Yin Rong's vagina. When he withdrew, there was a loud "plop" sound as the vacuum was broken, echoing in the small space inside the BMW. The large, dripping mixture of anal fluid and semen, the still unhealed, inverted, reddish-brown anal flesh, was inserted into the size of a baseball and contrasted sharply with the deep, dark hole. It wasn't until Yin Rong weakly rolled over and sat sprawled on the leather seat that the hole closed due to the pressure, and the white semen was squeezed out and dripped down.

When Yin Rong went to find tissues, she realized she was out of them. She took off the dark brown one of her shoes, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it inside her mouth. She squeezed it hard a few times, getting a lot of it soaked through. She wiped it off, then grabbed Song Quan, who was putting on his shoes, and forced his mouth open by his chin. She stuffed the soaked contents into his mouth and said viciously, "I told you to do it, I told you to do it... Eat it... If Bao Qiang had found out anything, we would be finished... Chew it... I've told you so many times, and you still don't understand. Believe me, I'll fire you tomorrow and see how you'll survive..." Song Quan was a little stunned, but seeing Yin Rong's angry face, he didn't dare spit it out. "...You'd better chew it now..." Yin Rong slapped Song Quan across the face. Song Quan screamed and had to endure the nausea, chewing the soaked contents in his mouth again and again. A few drops of the squeezed contents even dripped down his toes.

"Get lost! Next time you accidentally do that, see what I'll do to you!"

Yin Rong kicked Song Quan's still-erect penis, causing him to scream again, "Ouch, my manhood..." "Alright, stop fooling around. Let's stop here for today. It's getting late, the servants will notice. I was just reminding you." Looking at Song Quan's pained expression, Yin Rong used her still-wearing foot to tease his limp penis, saying coquettishly, "Husband, you've made me so weak, I don't even have the strength to stand up. It's all your fault, you always make me feel like I'm dying of pleasure." Song Quan spat out what was in his mouth, leaned forward, and knelt down on the smooth, slippery skin... He placed his hand on Yin Rong's body and kissed her still-fluffy, purplish lips, saying, "Wife, I love you so much. If that damned Bao Qiang hadn't called to ruin things today, we could have had even more fun. If we had found a way to get rid of him sooner, we could have lived a carefree life forever." Yin Rong licked up the few strands of blood still clinging to Song Quan's lips, then snuggled into his arms, her body as soft as a snake, saying, "We need to think this through carefully. It's not that simple. I'm fed up with him too. I've been with him for seven or eight years, and I'm tired of him. He's an uncultured country bumpkin. Every time he comes back, he pounces on me, just going at it like a madman, with no romance at all. It's so annoying!" "I'm dead, I don't want to stay here a day longer." Song Quan felt a surge of frustration thinking about his beloved woman, who was always taken advantage of by Bao Qiang every time she came back. "Don't worry, he won't be back for at least three months this time. Next time, I'll get him a few more movies, keep him on the go, work him to death, so he won't have time to bother you." "Husband, you're so good to me, you're so considerate. You always arrange everything so perfectly. All these years, that deadbeat hasn't even noticed, he's so stupid... idiot..." Yin Rong comfortably stretched in Song Quan's arms, letting his large hand casually rub her dark, reddish-brown vulva. That vulva had been with many men; she felt that as long as she had this... Xi, men have as many as she wants; as long as it's pleasurable, she doesn't care who it's with, it's just a matter of how long it lasts. If it's big and thick enough, it'll last longer; if it's not big or thick enough, it's fine to play around with it. She felt extremely satisfied with everything: endless money, a lover with a large penis, a husband who could boss her around and beat her, a son with excellent genes. Besides satisfying her endless sexual desires and pursuing some unusual sexual techniques, she really couldn't find anything else worth pursuing in life. The emptiness and loneliness could only be filled with repeated stimulation… After Song Quan's rubbing, that spot quickly became wet again; she knew she could play again…

[The End]

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